The Second Eunuch Regains His Manhood

64 Episode: Gwangdong Alliance

Kicking off the ground, I launched into the air, channeling Yin and Yang energy from my lower dantian to execute the Primordial Unity Technique.

GooOOOOOO!!

The energy surged up from my dantian and flowed through my blood vessels. Yang energy lingered in the Huiyin point, while Yin energy occupied the Baihui point.

An explosive force ignited from Yin-Yang Reversal and the Upward Flow and Heat, filling my limbs and bones.

With that state, I raised my sword.

The blade, catching the sunlight, resonated with a shining vibrance.

The Demon Sword Technique was crafted from both intricate and practical maneuvers, resulting in a sharp sword style.

Thus, every technique was straightforwardly lethal.

In my line of sight, there was Wi Soryeon.

She looked at me with a composed expression, holding her dagger without a hint of fluster.

‘Bloodshed tends to create a better impact, right?’

What is a glorious defeat?

It’s a tragic yet valiant defeat.

Of course, it shouldn’t be a one-sided loss.

It should be a tight contest, where tension grips the hands.

That kind of defeat needs to be staged.

And thus, I will become the charming outlaw of the martial world, known for the Demon Sword Alliance.

I followed the sword’s trajectory of the Demon Sword Technique and launched an attack at Wi Soryeon.

Bzzz!

A fierce sword gust swirled around the martial arts arena. Wi Soryeon’s eyes twinkled as she witnessed my swordsmanship.

She brandished her dagger.

Rising Dragon Blade Technique!

The ascending combat technique, permitted only to the elite of the Black Dragon Clan.

Filled with an overwhelming aura characteristic of their techniques, the moment it clashed with mine…

Boom!

Our energies collided, creating a thunderous explosion. Our forces clashed like wildfires, and the vibrations of our blows echoed violently. Ignoring the pain surging in my hands, I continued to swing my sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

In an instant, dozens of strikes intertwined. Wi Soryeon’s brows furrowed.

“Ho? Quite impressive, you’re holding up well.”

A smirk formed on her lips.

She was a born martial artist. Regardless of the stakes, she simply seemed to enjoy the duel.

However, my situation was far from ideal.

I was barely managing to withstand, amplifying my meager energy through Primordial Unity while compensating with every ounce of effort and control over my body.

At this rate, it was only a matter of time before I was overwhelmed.

“But the victor will be me!”

With confidence, Wi Soryeon unleashed a radiant flash, and her blade’s aura whipped around wildly.

An unavoidable strike was approaching.

Perfect!

But I had anticipated this!

I executed the Reverse Flow Blood Technique while still wielding my sword. If Primordial Unity was controlling Yin and Yang energy, the Reverse Flow Blood Technique purely amplified my vitality.

Hoohoohoo!

My energy surged uncontrollably.

WooOOO!

The blade that received an overload of energy trembled anxiously. But I lacked just 1% of strength to break through Wi Soryeon’s defenses.

I have no choice.

As I watched Wi Soryeon’s dagger light approach, I instinctively tightened my pelvic muscles.

In a moment where the Kegel Exercise, a modern miracle created by the great Arnold Kegel of American obstetrics, merged with the Reverse Flow Blood Technique, a surge of pure Yang energy burst forth, filling that missing 1%.

As if trying to escape my pants, a wave of stimulation shot through.

“No, you! Wh-what is this during the duel······!”

At the moment Wi Soryeon was flabbergasted by the towering pillar of heat like Everest, her breath became disordered, revealing a small opening.

I thrust my sword through that slight gap, following the trajectory of the Demon Sword Technique.

Flare!

A silver flash shot towards Wi Soryeon.

Her dagger light surged towards me too. I couldn’t dodge it. So I welcomed it, striking while receiving her attack with my own.

“!!”

Her eyes widened. Though she tried to evade my attack with her technique, she could not avoid it entirely.

Whoosh!

Her black attire ripped, exposing her bandaged left arm, shoulder, and chest.

“······!!”

Simultaneously, her strike grazed my side.

Swish!

Flesh tore and blood sprayed. It hurt. It was my first major injury since returning—my senses blurred.

Thud.

I crumpled to the ground, biting my lip.

Gah!

I spat out a mouthful of blood. It was a backlash of my excessive energy use that I had anticipated.

The face of the black dragon, now partially uncovered, turned crimson.

As I gazed at Wi Soryeon’s exposed white left arm, shoulder, and bandaged chest, alongside her still-flushed face, I delivered a line I had rehearsed countless times in my head to charm her heart.

“······I hit you, Black Dragon······.”

Drip.

A drop of blood fell from the scratch on her left arm.

“Winner! Black Dragon Wi Soryeon!”

Seomunpyo’s declaration echoed.

As I heard those words, I slumped down, closing my eyes.

Thus, though lacking in skill, I had finally launched a counterattack against the second-ranked Yin-Yang practitioner, Wi Soryeon, and became the tragic hero of the Gwangdong Alliance, Lee Cheol-soo’s saga.

Hehe.

When I wake up, I’ll have the title of the Demon Sword Alliance before my name, right?

‘That was cool enough. Even if I were a girl, I would’ve fallen for myself.’

I was already scared. When I wake up, the ardent popularity of Lee Cheol-soo, the one to stir up the martial world. The vision of beautiful ladies coming to find me in the Gwangdong Alliance. The fiery gazes of ladies who have fallen for me.

From here on, my disciple will handle everything.

Fighting to become the world’s greatest.

I mused such while feeling the sharp pain in my side, intentionally cutting off my consciousness.

*

The moment Lee Cheol-soo collapsed, the audience plunged into a heavy silence.

Lee Cheol-soo, a disciple of the Gwangdong Alliance.

Although he had showcased the use of the Demon Sword Technique, the outcome of his loss was a foregone conclusion once the Black Dragon had taken the stage.

Black Dragon Wi Soryeon.

The name of the foremost second-ranked Yin-Yang practitioner wasn’t earned lightly. Regardless of how much Lee Cheol-soo showcased the Demon Sword Technique, he wouldn’t come close to even grazing the tip of Wi Soryeon’s hair.

This thought lingered not only among the practitioners of the demonic sect but also among the orthodox spectators.

But Lee Cheol-soo had created an unprecedented event.

“This little hero… how did he cut the sleeve of the Black Dragon?”

“A true hero is born in the Gwangdong Alliance! Amitabha!”

Despite Lee Cheol-soo’s loss, cheers erupted from the orthodox faction while silence fell in the demonic faction.

“Hoho, I never dreamt such talent would emerge from the Gwangdong Alliance.”

“I’ve heard rumors that this little hero proposed the duel with the Black Dragon Clan.”

“If that’s the case, he must be a genuine hero who upholds Gansu’s pride, wouldn’t you agree?”

“It was this little hero who announced the return of the Demon Sword to the Gwangdong Alliance, after all—truly, the Demon Sword Alliance······.”

As the factions of the orthodox side exchanged thoughts, a new title for Lee Cheol-soo was about to birth.

“But didn’t that look a bit shameful? It seemed a little lewd······.”

Ahem. Hm. I can accept the strategy of taking a victory, but the act of tearing a woman’s clothing while displaying one’s own unsheathed blade is quite······ embarrassing.

It was true that Lee Cheol-soo had taken a daring step.

But it was also true that his martial arts display was slightly cringe-worthy.

Tearing a woman’s clothes while flaunting his manliness?

It was not something likely to be accepted by the moral standards of this era.

“It was quite an indecent scene. But the fact remains he did take action. A true hero typically doesn’t care about the gazes of others, right?”

“That’s the essence of a bizarre hero!”

“The birth of the Gwangdong Bizarre Hero!”

Lee Cheol-soo.

That moment marked the establishment of his title as the Gwangdong Bizarre Hero.

Were he to regain consciousness, he would surely grab his neck in disbelief.

I can’t believe this, how······.

The distinguished gallery was no different. Seomun Cheong-ha, the youngest of the Seomun family, was shaking in disbelief.

Two.

She couldn’t believe he claimed he would challenge two ranked practitioners. But now, Lee Cheol-soo hadn’t only triumphed over two named practitioners—he had also landed an effective strike against the foremost second-ranked Yin-Yang practitioner, a being who rivaled the Sword Dragon of Mount Hua.

Not to mention he had showcased the Demon Sword Technique.

Cheong-ha’s hand trembled.

“Cheong-ha, are you alright?”

“I-I’m fine, older brother.”

Seomun Pyo asked, receiving a forced smile in return.

But she was not fine at all.

Because the next duel after the Black Dragon Clan was precisely with her.

Cheong-ha bit her lip.

The heart of the sword master beside her was racing.

“Master! Did you see that? The man named Lee Cheol-soo. Hmph. He wielded a sword decently, but that’s all! How could he so brazenly engage in lewd acts in the eyes of the world? He is utterly unworthy as a partner for you, Master······.”

Cheon Sobin crossed her arms, deriding Lee Cheol-soo, but her words barely reached the ears of the sword master.

Huh, is size… all men possess such dimensions?!

In the sword master’s mind, Lee Cheol-soo’s impressive stature remained vivid.

What’s more, wasn’t he still in his growth phase? Once he becomes an adult, if she were to serve him as a husband and share a first night together······.

Subconsciously, the sword master rubbed her abdomen.

A lewd imagination flashed through her mind.

A rosy hue bloomed shyly on Eun Seol-ran’s cheeks.

Meanwhile, Yujinhwi, seated at the distinguished gallery, had a cold, hardened expression.

“My disciple…”

Blood spilled.

The disciple had been harmed. She had promised to protect him. She had requested him not to push himself.

Yet, he faced the Black Dragon, even as he bled.

All for the sect. The disciple had sacrificed everything for the sect without caring for himself.

Yujinhwi’s eyes sunk heavily.

Her hands trembled.

She knew that her disciple had made significant efforts. She also recognized that the Black Dragon Wi Soryeon had been startled by his attack.

But her heart couldn’t accept it.

Her sole disciple. A precious, family-like disciple. One she couldn’t ever separate from again.

She had vowed to protect him. Even if the world forsook him, she was determined to stay by his side.

Yet she failed to protect him. She had let him become injured.

My disciple.

How much pain must he be in? My disciple.

Yujinhwi clenched her teeth.

Her side was split. Blood sprayed. Her disciple had lost consciousness.

The mere thought of the pain was something Yujinhwi despised.

“The Gwangdong Alliance’s Yujinhwi! Come to the martial arts arena now!”

Seomun Pyo’s voice rang in Yujinhwi’s ears.

Her eyes shone coldly.

Accompanied by Jeonyeong, she ascended to the martial arts stage.

In her line of sight was Wi Soryeon.

Had she already changed her tattered attire? Now, she appeared unscathed in black.

Yujinhwi’s eyes dimmed.

Today was not a good day.

My disciple indeed… would a strong woman be preferable?

It had been that way since the duel began. The disciple’s confession of affection towards the sword master was logically understandable. The Hangshan Sect had taken the place of the Gudaimun Sect, and to rebuild the alliance, passing through that mountain was inevitable.

Thus, her disciple must have challenged the sword master for the honor of the sect.

Yet she couldn’t accept it in her heart.

She couldn’t acknowledge it.

As a sister, she could never accept the sword master as a partner for her disciple. Though she was the sect’s leader of the Hangshan Sect, mostly, the age difference between the sword master and her disciple was incredibly significant.

The disciple’s partner should be a peer, perfectly flawless in character and appearance.

Hence, Yujinhwi had felt uneasy.

But just a moment ago, her disciple was injured.

By none other than that unmannered martial artist of the Sa-ma Alliance.

“You are Yujinhwi of the Gwangdong Alliance. I have heard rumors of your prowess. Today, I shall show you how vast the world truly is.”

Wi Soryeon’s provocation reached Yujinhwi’s ears without any response.

The audacity! How dare she harm my disciple. How dare she hurt my disciple. How dare she····. to stand on the ground before me.

It could not be allowed.

Yujinhwi’s heart raced. Her breathing quickened.

How dare.

She knew who her disciple was, and she dared to inflict harm…

My disciple. My very own disciple.

As an elder sister, I will protect you.

I will return an embarrassment tenfold to those who have laid hands on you.

I’m sorry for the pain I caused you.

Swish.

Yujinhwi drew her sword.

Her thoughts accelerated infinitely. Time felt like it was flowing slowly, revealing the scene before her.

The Three Yin True Formula and Minor Yang Heart Method surged simultaneously from her body. At the moment when the Yin-Yang energy reached the peak, Yujinhwi recited the incantation for the Primordial Unity Technique.

The Yang energy traveled via the Du Meridian towards the Baihui point, while the Yin energy coursed through the Ren Meridian to the Qihai point. My dantian blazed hot while my head cooled.

Unlike Lee Cheol-soo, who could only draw through the Ren and Du Meridians, Yujinhwi could unleash the full potential of the Primordial Unity Technique.

In an instant, having achieved Yin-Yang Reversal, Yujinhwi raised her sword.

WooOOO!

The iron sword shivered faintly embracing the amplified internal force, as rippling black sword energy flickered out like mirage, whilst Yujinhwi’s remarkable intelligence computed the optimal trajectory.

Ready in the blink of an eye, Yujinhwi struck towards Wi Soryeon.

Flare!

A lightning-like flash struck the martial arts arena.

BOOOM!

A thunderous explosion shook the martial arts arena.

Ugh!

Simultaneously, Wi Soryeon cradled her shoulder and faltered.

Her left sleeve tore again, spilling forth more blood.

For the first time, fear glimmered in Wi Soryeon’s eyes.

I didn’t detect that.

No premonition. No signs. No way to dodge.

What kind of technique was this? Was this even a technique at all?

Me······? Me······?

Wi Soryeon’s body quaked. It was a natural reflex arising from deep-seated fear. Instinctively ingrained fear, like a prey animal sensing the presence of a predator, gripped her entirely.

A fight was established only when opponents were on equal ground.

But her opponent before her was not human.

A monster.

An inexplicable being with abilities that transcended reason.

Her father, Gwangma Dodgun, was a supreme master of Hwakyung. But he had never seemed incomprehensible.

Yet Yujinhwi standing before her felt different.

She emitted no sense of humanity.

The presence a human should naturally exude was altogether absent. Only a dreadful void filled with unfocused, hollow eyes existed before her; nothing but an embodiment of unreasonable talent.

Something that was not human stood before her.

The very existence of such a being on this earth, breathing beneath the same sky, left her in disbelief.

“W-wait······.”

Flare!

A burst of light exploded once more.

Ugh!

This time it was her side. Wi Soryeon earned a wound on her right side, identical to Lee Cheol-soo’s.

Blood soaked through the fabric of her dark attire.

Without notice, without signs, without prelude—yet at the exact moment, a fatal blow struck.

How could she possibly retaliate?

Wi Soryeon realized that Yujinhwi had completely engulfed this space. She was already trapped. Even if she wished to counterattack, no openings existed. Each wave of pressure stole her breath away, leaving her gasping for air.

The entire world defined her as an adversary. It felt as if the very air conspired to choke her. Even if she wished to unleash her technique, she found herself unable to—barely battling the unassailable iron wall that stood against her.

A prodigy, they said.

She too had the power and talent to be labeled as such.

But even so, she couldn’t reach Yujinhwi.

Such tales were laughably underestimated. That was a monster. Nonsensical…

Yujinhwi’s unfocused gaze zeroed in on Wi Soryeon. The overwhelming pressure emanating from her body bore down upon Wi Soryeon.

Being able to discern the flow of energy around and the internal use of her opponent’s skills, to Yujinhwi, Wi Soryeon was merely a worthless scholar to be dismissed.

The methods Wi Soryeon employed had already been thoroughly analyzed while observing the duel. At this moment, Yujinhwi had preemptively sealed all current paths Wi Soryeon could embark upon just by sheer force.

Yujinhwi raised her sword once more.

This won’t suffice. This won’t do····. If my disciple shed tears, then my opponent must shed blood. My disciple would have endured far more pain. Ah, my disciple. My one and only disciple. My poor disciple.

I will protect you, sister.

As Yujinhwi prepared to draw forth her power once more, Wi Soryeon’s voice echoed through the arena.

“I-I will concede······.”

Her words resounded through the martial arts arena.

On hearing this, Seomun Pyo cried out.

“W-Winner! Yujinhwi of the Gwangdong Alliance! The victor of this duel is the Gwangdong Alliance!”

As the final victory was confirmed for the Gwangdong Alliance,

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

The crowd erupted with cheers, yet Yujinhwi couldn’t muster a smile.

My disciple······

She bit her lip, recalling her precious disciple.

Whooooosh.

The wind from Gongdong Mountain wrapped around Yujinhwi’s body.