Chapter 151
The Story of a Man Who Had Nothing to Do
Each time the Thunder Wheels struck, Geumgeom Il-ya felt his protective aura shatter throughout his body. He might have endured one or two, perhaps even a dozen. But the Thunder Wheels raining down indiscriminately from his back and head with every movement were impossible to block.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!
Dozens of thunder wheels were sent flying by the force of tension. Amidst this chaos, it was impossible to swing the sword widely. For I was held fast by the whip of thunder energy unleashed by the Fist King.
The scent of rain mingled with dust and the acrid smell of burning.
Now, there was no choice.
As Geumgeom Il-ya released his sword, the blade that had been with him his entire life flew toward the King of Fists.
Then, drawing all his power into his body, Geumgeom Il-ya unleashed a burst of energy, instantly obliterating the thunder rings filling the area.
The moment he was freed from the relentless thunder energy…
His sword returned fiercely before his eyes.
Geumgeom Il-ya barely caught it with his bare hands.
Clang…!
Amidst the chaos, Geumgeom Il-ya soared into the air, re-gripping his sword. He had spotted Kwonwang, who had thrown his sword, charging toward him.
As if a whirlwind had erupted, Geumgeom Il-ya, caught in the air currents, soared high as if to pierce the clouds, stabilizing his stance.
The moment the sword returned to his hand, Geumgeom Il-ya felt a wave of relief.
Though he had lived long by the ways of the demonic arts, he felt that the ultimate path led back to being a swordsman. From the place where he soared high into the vast sky, Geumgeom Il-ya shouted with a voice filled with his inner strength.
