The Holy Radiant Grand Blade Corps’ Mo Yong Jung-rak versus the Lotus Manifestation Jeong Yeon-shin.Both swordsmen had drawn their blades.

    One dressed in pristine white robes, the other cloaked in jet-black garments. Their contrast was stark.

    Clang!

    Brilliant white streaks of light coiled around their figures, trailing behind their movements like afterimages.

    Each clash left behind a blade’s trajectory carved into the air—so refined, so otherworldly that it seemed beyond mortal grasp.

    Like wisps of smoke, the strikes manifested and vanished in an instant, resembling the ethereal robes of immortal beings.

    Yet, the shockwaves they generated were devastating. It was a battle that could shake the heavens and move the earth.

    Even to the scions of Ipwang Fortress’s noble families, it was an awe-inspiring spectacle—merely witnessing it broadened one''s martial understanding.

    “Haah…”

    On the sloping path, where the Rogue stood tall—

    Shin So-bin''s round eyes widened. She sharpened her focus. sea??h thё n?velFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Even though the movements were almost too fast to track, something seared into her memory. It was the clash of two martial wills honed to the pinnacle.

    Despite having witnessed the martial prowess of the Grand Priests during the Black Robe Ascension, what she now saw far surpassed that.

    The battle between Mo Yong Jung-rak and Senior Jeong was of such a caliber that it was difficult to believe they were even human.

    For a girl who once sought to safeguard the people and bring honor to the name of Ipwang Divine House, for a junior who had once watched Jeong Yeon-shin receive the Azure Mantle, this was a moment of overwhelming astonishment.

    “So this is what it means to take Radiant Transcendence Swordsmanship to such extremes…”

    The white martial robes of a Luminous Blade Sect disciple fluttered under the aftermath of their strikes.

    The winds that blew from the two warriors were strangely heavy. It was because their martial refinement was on an entirely different plane. The depth of their mastery was incomparable.

    For Mo Yong Jung-rak, such an achievement was expected.

    But the youngest Black Robe of Ipwang Fortress?

    That was different.

    Anyone would call it an anomaly.

    ‘His forms feel flawless. It’s as if he’s refined swordsmanship for decades.’

    Was it only because he was facing one of the Eight Great Houses that such brilliance stood out?

    To her, Jeong Yeon-shin was beyond mere human limitations—almost like a founder of a martial lineage.

    His distant, unapproachable nature, his subtle arrogance, and even his awkward sincerity had long become familiar to her.

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