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Childhood Friend of the Zenith (Web Novel) - Chapter 1136: The World of Ascension (66)
Chapter 1136: The World of Ascension (66)
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Shhhhhhhh---!!The energy burst in all directions. Like relentless black waves crashing, it swept through the entire forest, brushing past Heavenly Lord and Namgung Hyung.
Was it wind? Or waves?
The chaotic, writhing mass was fluid, yet tangled—almost like matted hair.
Regardless of what it was, the sensation remained the same.
Vile. Disgusting.
That was the first thought that crossed Heavenly Lord’s mind as he felt it brush against him.
What followed was pure shock.
"...What is this?"
What the hell was happening?
"What in the world did you do?!"
His enraged roar carried through the pressure in the air. Normally, such an outburst would have shaken the entire forest.
But because of that energy—
The forest had hardened. It did not even tremble in response.
Kwoooooom---!!!
It simply poured out. Like an endless night descending upon the earth, proclaiming its presence.
A silent void devoid of stars unfolded across the ground.
Kugugugugugu---!!!
For a while, the energy continued to surge and spread.
Kwagagagagak--!!!
And then—
The swirling mass of energy that had scattered began pulling back to its origin.
A vortex formed, sucking everything inward in an instant.
Ssssssss-!!
Then, the energy vanished—reduced to nothing.
And standing there, in its place—
"You...!"
"Hoo—."
Was Cheonma.
Draped in a cloak of energy over his black martial robes, his presence was overwhelming.
His hair flickered like embers rising from a fire. Around him, black mist wavered and rippled, as if the air itself was distorting.
But the most pressing issue—
"You bastard...! How are you holding Thunder Fang?!"
That thing—Cheonma—was wielding Thunder Fang.
It should have been nothing more than a hilt, devoid of a blade.
Yet in his hand, Thunder Fang had materialized a sword.
The difference?
It was not formed of Lightning Qi.
‘Black flames...?’
It burned with dark fire.
There was no mistaking it. Even if it wasn’t made of Lightning Qi, the form, the presence—it was unmistakably Thunder Fang.
Thunder Fang had acknowledged him.
The sacred relic of the Namgung family had accepted this unknown outsider as its wielder.
That thought alone made Heavenly Lord grit his teeth in fury.
"You bastard—!!"
Roaring, he tried to release his energy once more.
"Noisy."
Swoosh.
"......!"
Heavenly Lord couldn’t.
A sharp sensation brushed against his neck.
Trickle.
The blade of Thunder Fang lightly grazed his throat, drawing a thin line of blood.
"You talk too much. If this is your way of expressing senility, it’s not entirely bad... but from where I stand, it’s rather unpleasant."
With those words, Cheonma slowly withdrew.
The blade pulled away from Heavenly Lord’s neck, and only then did his body loosen from its frozen state.
Whoosh.
Cheonma spun Thunder Fang in his grasp before lowering it gently.
"Hmph... This never feels quite right."
He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably, moving his body as if testing it.
Heavenly Lord did not respond.
‘I couldn’t see it.’
He had not perceived the speed.
Heavenly Lord himself.
Could simply holding Thunder Fang change someone this much? Or was it something else entirely?
At that moment—
"Tch... No matter where I go, it’s always so noisy."
Cheonma muttered something incomprehensible before adjusting his stance.
It was the motion of someone about to wield a sword technique.
And yet—
‘It’s awkward.’
Heavenly Lord was no fool. His swordsmanship might not be the best, but he was one of the Three Masters.
He was among the absolute elite of swordmasters.
And he could tell instantly.
Cheonma’s movements were off.
"...You’re no swordsman. And yet, you think you can challenge me with a sword?"
Cheonma wasn’t a swordsman.
He had already realized this after exchanging blows.
This man was a martial artist. A pure fighter.
Someone on the same level as Paejon, another of the Three Masters.
Maybe... even beyond.
"So, you mean to insult me."
A man like that—daring to wield a sword against him?
It was an insult.
Grind.
Heavenly Lord gritted his teeth.
He still didn’t understand how Cheonma could wield Thunder Fang.
But that no longer mattered.
‘If I don’t understand it, I’ll beat it out of him.’
That was his priority now.
Krrrrr---!!
Summoning his Lightning Qi once more, he prepared to crush the man before him.
Just as he launched forward—
"I’ll say this in advance. I can’t use it as gently as that old man."
Cheonma spoke again, another cryptic remark.
Old man? Who was he talking about?
As confusion flashed across Heavenly Lord’s face—
Swoooooooosh---!!!
"Wha—?!"
An immense power surged from Thunder Fang.
It was an unbelievable amount of energy.
How could such a small blade hold so much?
Just as that thought crossed his mind—
"I’m cutting."
With those words—
Wuuuuuung---.
Thunder Fang sliced through the world.
A single line was drawn.
And that line severed Heavenly Lord.
"Urgh."
A low, strangled groan escaped him.
Energy slammed into his body.
Fwooooshhhhhhh---!!!
Kwakakakakak---!!!!
A monstrous force ripped through the battlefield.
Kugugugung---!!!
The ground shook. The terrain collapsed.
And all from a single slash.
The devastation...
It was beyond reason.
Pssssss---!!!
As the violent energy finally subsided—
Thud.
Cheonma—**no, Gu Yangcheon—**casually dropped Thunder Fang.
More precisely, he let it go.
‘Damn thing hurts like hell.’
The recoil from Thunder Fang had been immense.
Even now, the sword’s spirit was screaming obscenities in his head, cursing him to no end.
‘Tch, what a pain.’
He had done this once before, back in Sichuan.
Back then, he had used his own Qi to wield Thunder Fang.
And just like before—
‘Not bad.’
His physical abilities had skyrocketed.
Even against a swordsman, he had completely overpowered him.
Not just any swordsman—one of the Three Masters.
It was a convenient trick to use for a moment.
But—
‘Damn old man.’
Thunder Fang’s rejection remained an issue.
"You...!! How the hell are you holding Thunder Fang?!"
The Thunder-Heaven Blade—the spirit of Noe-a—was furious.
Even in that short moment, the sword had violently rejected him.
It had even tried to disrupt his blood flow while he wielded it.
‘Still...’
He had ended everything in one strike.
Snap—!
I flicked my fingers again.
The barrier surrounding Namgung Hyung disappeared.
“Uh....”
Namgung Hyung dropped to his knees, looking utterly bewildered.
I returned Thunder Fang to him.
Trying to hand it over directly would just make the damned thing act up, so I used telekinesis instead.
Thud, thud.
Thunder Fang landed right in front of him.
Namgung Hyung looked up at me with trembling eyes.
“You...”
He hesitated before speaking.
“Are you... from the Namgung family—?”
“I am not a Namgung.”
I cut off that misunderstanding before it could spread any further.
“I was merely curious about the level of a so-called Three Masters' old fossil.”
I stepped forward, walking toward Heavenly Lord.
“Disappointing.”
I had been pretending to be interested in his strength, but—
‘He’s fine.’
Despite taking in that massive surge of energy—nearly seventy percent of my full strength—his body was completely intact.
How?
‘Well, I did control it.’
Half of it was because I had held back to avoid killing him.
And the other half—
‘Noe-a’s spirit must have interfered.’
No matter how furious it was, Noe-a belonged to its descendant. It must have instinctively protected him.
That’s why the energy had only grazed him, knocking him unconscious rather than outright killing him.
He’d probably be out for about half an incense stick’s time.
After confirming that, I turned back to Namgung Hyung.
“What are you doing?”
“...Huh?”
Namgung Hyung had just been standing there staring, so I got annoyed.
“If you’ve seen enough, why are you still here? Get lost. You had somewhere to be, didn’t you?”
“.....!”
“If you’re not leaving, I’ll have to kill you.”
“I—I’ll go...!”
He scrambled to his feet, hurriedly picking up Thunder Fang.
Even then, he hesitated.
“But... why...?”
“I didn’t do this for you. Like I said, I was just testing the Three Masters' level.”
Namgung Hyung still looked skeptical at my excuse.
But he didn’t argue.
Instead—
“If... if it’s alright... may I follow you?”
“...What?”
What kind of bullshit was that?
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
Follow me?
Was he insane?
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
“I... have nowhere to go. And I have no desire to return home. If you would allow it, I will serve as your attendant. Please... take me with you.”
Namgung Hyung spoke seriously.
But, of course—
“No.”
I had no intention of taking him along.
“I—I’ll do anything you ask.”
“I don’t need you. You should be grateful I’m letting you live at all.”
Kugugung.
I let out a bit of killing intent.
Namgung Hyung flinched.
“Now leave.”
“.....”
Even after that, he still wouldn’t move.
I had no idea why he was suddenly being so stubborn.
Suppressing a sigh, I spoke again.
“If you have nowhere to go, then head to Wudang.”
“...Huh?”
“That place suits you best.”
“Wudang Sect...?”
“Yes.”
That was where he should be.
More precisely, where he was supposed to be.
Namgung Hyung needed to go there.
Because—
‘That damned bastard will need to train him.’
He had to meet Wu Hyuk.
“.....”
Namgung Hyung hesitated, eyes shifting in thought before he finally looked at me again.
“If I go there... will I see you again?”
“.....”
What the hell was with him?
Why was he suddenly so attached to me?
“Who knows.”
I turned my back on him.
“If you manage to improve, then maybe.”
“.....”
Hearing that, Namgung Hyung hesitated again.
Then—
Bow.
“I will go. And I will not forget your kindness.”
With that, he bowed deeply and took off in a hurry.
‘...Kindness, my ass.’
I beat his grandfather senseless, and he’s talking about kindness?
That family was seriously messed up.
“Hoo.”
After confirming Namgung Hyung had left, I slowly walked toward Heavenly Lord.
“.....”
Still unconscious.
I had to deal with him—for now.
But more than that...
“You should show yourself already.”
I wasn’t just here for Heavenly Lord.
I had business with what was inside him.
As if in response to my words—
“My, my... how amusing....”
The unconscious Heavenly Lord’s lips moved.
At the same time, his eyes snapped open.
“How did you know?”
But his eyes—
They weren’t blue.
They were blood-red.
Disgustingly so.
