After battling a martial artist renowned throughout the Jianghu, the aftermath was beyond imagination.It was something he had to endure. After all, he had slain someone who once stood far above him.

    At that time, every strike Jeong Yeon-shin had exchanged with the Zhuge Clan Leader’s Twin Divine Art sent shockwaves deep into his bones.

    Even fragments of their internal energy carried the weight of a thousand catties. He couldn''t even channel the force away using his advanced energy control. There had been no time for that.

    The wound that ran through his shoulder was proof enough.

    A true grandmaster’s strike wasn’t just physical—it went beyond external injuries.

    Internal Burdening Technique.

    The reverberations of their energy had seeped into his entire meridian system, tearing at his body from within.

    Had it not been for True Flow Inner Art, even moving would have been impossible.

    It made him realize the overwhelming level of Ak Su-rim, who had opposed the Zhuge Clan Leader while armed with counter-techniques. Sёarch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Even his muscle recovery was sluggish.

    It was said to be a side effect of the Twin Divine Art’s mystical abilities. Senior Jin of the Blood Restoration Sect had suffered from it before.

    His meridians and pressure points had lost their elasticity. Just reaching Taewon had been an ordeal.

    Meanwhile, the Radiant Wheel he had pushed to its limits now spun sluggishly, a far cry from its usual speed.

    His stored energy had been drastically depleted. He needed time to recover.

    He had no other options.

    Especially now, with Gun Yu-rin—who he suspected to be the daughter of the Lord of the Shadow Martial Alliance—and her subordinate standing before him.

    Uuung.

    The chopsticks in his hand quivered slightly before slipping through his fingers. He had just tried aligning the spiritual resonance of his upper dantian with his Baihui acupoint.

    It was an astonishing phenomenon.

    Jeong Yeon-shin could feel the long texture of the chopsticks in his mind.

    ‘Is this how it works…?’

    Images of chopsticks and a blade overlapped in his mind, the shape of his sword seeming to envelop the wooden sticks.

    Yet, they never truly merged.

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