Chapter 78
As the sun slowly set, not a single one of us took our eyes off the tip of our swords.
Perhaps it was because they’d been spraying all day.
They could no longer see the thunderbolt that threatened to burn them all, nor the dragon’s dragon frame that threatened to devour them.
A single, banal stroke of an iron sword, a single stroke that can only be held with the muscles that stretch out and hold it.
The sight of such a sword, a master standing at the point of it, and a young man swinging it endlessly drew a crowd.
At first, it was a joke, a wager that would end in nothing.
And then the voices around me that told me it was hopeless.
Now it was no longer audible, only a steady, silent stare of waiting filled the two men.
The young man, however, doesn’t seem to mind, and extends his sword.
Aaaahhhhhh!
Whenever a trace of his dried-up inner strength shines through, he puts it into the tip of his sword and stretches it out, and when he shakes off the puddle and there is no trace of inner strength, he simply draws on the strength of his trained body and stretches out his sword.
The young man, or rather, I, the current Nan Gongban, could not lose. I couldn’t retreat.
In the beginning, I was an ogre. What’s the matter with you?
No matter how strong I am, it would be so difficult for me to touch a single hair.
But I felt my ego and pride crumble when I realized that what little strength I had left was gone, for I could see no end to the mad taoist in front of me.
