Chapter 112
Kaaaaaaang!
A burst of air waves.
A scraping sound.
And at the same time,
“Waaaaaaaaaaaah!”
“Here we go! Finally!”
“The wind just grazed my side!”
“It’s hot! Do it like this!”
A resounding roar.
The roar of the crowd was nothing compared to the roar of the sword club.
As I pushed forward on my tiptoes with the roar in my ears, it was like a military song I had heard on the battlefield. There was a sense of grandeur and majesty that enveloped me that made it impossible to back away.
I couldn’t help but smile, and the one looking at me smiled back.
“Namu Amitabha, the Lord of the South Palace, it seems that your sword has grown sharper in the interim.”
The man in front of me shouted out his name and showed his eagerness to fight.
“Monk Gak Mun, that’s what I want to say.”
We met in Kunlun and stood shoulder to shoulder against the great evil that is Sima, and he has been a trusted ally who has allowed me to focus on slaying the great evil rather than the well-being of others, and now I can tell the story of the Fengyun Branch just by looking at him.
He was the head of the Eighteen Nahans, one of the pillars of Shaolin, and the manifestation of Arahan.
“The monk’s unshakable immobility has deepened.”
It was true. Gakmun’s eyes had deepened and his wisdom had grown stronger, as if he had gained little from our time together.
“For example, I’m still impressed by the Southern Palace Master I saw on Mount Kunlun. You have awakened the spirit within me.”
Tukkaaaaah!
