Daoist Yin-Yang Manual (45)

Seo Ryeo-hwa's sword grazed Wi Gwang's shoulder, leaving a shallow wound. Blood dripped from its tip, but Wi Gwang calmly adjusted his grip on his fan.

"Did you really think an attack like that could bring me down?“

Wi Gwang's voice was relaxed, and a mocking smile spread across his lips. Instead of answering, Seo Ryeo-hwa swung her sword with even greater force. Their qi collided, distorting the air and sending the surrounding leaves flying wildly.

I watched their fight from a distance and bit my lip.

‘Wi Gwang was wounded, but it wasn't a fatal injury.’

A battle between Transcendent masters was far beyond anything I could dare to join. Whenever Seo Ryeo-hwa's sword flew at him like a flash of light, Wi Gwang blocked it with his fan by the narrowest margin. His movements were relaxed, but the wounds inflicted by Seo Ryeo-hwa's attacks did not seem entirely ineffective.

‘If I join in, I'll only get in the way. For now, it would be better to watch.’

The sword in my hand felt heavy. I felt as though I could barely breathe from the aftereffects of their battle alone. The overwhelming qi erupting from their clashes was pressing down on my body.

‘I knew Wi Gwang was strong, but I never imagined he was this powerful.’

I pondered what I could do in this situation. My abilities were too lacking for me to recklessly throw myself into the fight, but I could not simply stand by and watch either...