The Teacher’s Grace Is Like Heaven

25 – No Retreat (4)

The roar from his throat shook the ground. His sword flashed like a thunderbolt, shedding its nodo-like momentum, and soon a roar rang out.

Crossing his arms like scissors, the Heavenly Horse’s stance met the blow head-on. However, Biryu did not move as casually as he had earlier.

A momentary burst of anger, I’ll grant you, but nothing more. Hot in the chest, cold in the head. It was the default position for an unattended man.

Viryu’s eyes coldly surveyed the battlefield. Right now, both of Tianma’s arms were bound to his sword. Recognizing this, Biryu’s legs swung like whips.

His back twisted like a towel, and the swung leg struck him squarely in the side. He was knocked backwards, bleeding for the first time.

After all he’s been through, he’s still able to move!

Even as his vision shook from the immense impact, the corners of his mouth slowly turned upward. This is so much fun, how can I hold back my laughter?

Spitting a handful of blood out of his mouth, Tianma grinned. His fearsome purple energy began to burn with the intensity of fire.

Just by exhaling it, the earth was crushed and the heavens trembled. Even Bi Yan, who had been called a Heavenly Demon in the past, was no exception.

‘My strength is insufficient, it’s hard to hold on……!!!’

Bi Yan’s growth rate after regressing was so fast that even a genius would find it ridiculous. In a way, it was natural.

Again, and again, and again. You’ve walked the same path more times than you can count, even if you start all over again. Nothing would change.

The exception was history. Sure, technically I was accumulating histories at an incredibly fast rate, but three years was still too short.

At least, not for the momentum of a thousand horses. But even so. Bi Yan gritted her teeth and raised her head. “I can’t lose again…… like that again!!!”

“I can’t lose again!!!”

The ferocity of the Heavenly Horse was too much for even a mere mortal who had entered the realm of a top university to withstand.

Master is dying. The indelible thought forced her body to move, but it was arrogance, not courage.

Cringing, Bi Yan coughed up blood. The cost of her arrogance was greater than she could have imagined. Blood flowed from her burst veins. She had suffered internal injuries.

Finally, unable to withstand the deep wounds, she fell to her knees. Still, she forced herself to get up. No, no, no.

I can’t lose my Master here again. No, I don’t want to go back to that, so I’ll keep it. Even if it means losing your life!”

“Don’t flounder.”

“Su, Master……?”

“What are you so afraid of?”

The shock that felt like a knife stabbing him in the gut faded. Suddenly, Beryu was standing in front of her. He straightened up and stood straight ahead.

Somehow, even though he was only showing her his back, she had the feeling that he was smiling. His back was as huge as a mountain and as warm as the sun.

“How dare you show such leisure in the face of the main throne?”

“How dare you show such leisure in the face of the main throne?”

The horse’s momentum grew more ferocious. Trees were uprooted and shattered to dust. It was a tremendous force.

Yet, even in the face of such ferocity. Viryu was nonchalant. Was it death defying, or just resignation, I don’t know.

……No, you already know that, don’t you. I couldn’t help but laugh. I didn’t want to lie anymore. Biryu smiled and opened his mouth.

“What’s wrong with protecting your family?”

I was abandoned by my biological parents, and I couldn’t protect the people I called my parents. I was afraid of being abandoned again, afraid of not being able to protect them, afraid of everything.

So, I tried to create a bond with my own hands. Rather, I would be the one to use it. Then…… even if I was abandoned, it would be okay.

I was the one who was going to take advantage of it anyway. Self-fulfilling prophecy. That’s what I thought. I couldn’t believe it when it happened.

“I’ll test your strength myself!”

“You won’t be able to cut down a single pine tree.”

“Ha! You’re a good talker!”

Closing the distance as quickly as an arrow, the Heavenly Horse’s fist slammed down like a catapult. The destructive force was more like a siege that would tear down even a city wall.

However, even in the face of such overwhelming power. Biryu did not dare to dodge. Instead, he swung his sword in front of him. Nothing particularly fancy.

It wasn’t one of the family’s famed saber techniques, and it wasn’t filled with fierce anger. It was simply a single, unremarkable swing.

“I will no longer covet what belongs to others.”

I have lost my home to return to. I have lost the gifts of my parents. At one point, I thought about going crazy with anger. But who could I blame?”

After all, it was my own fault, I realized. I won’t rely on deferments anymore. I will not rely on bureaucracy.

I will not covet what I do not have. I will make a path with what I have.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a three-pronged sword that I can find on the street. A master craftsman doesn’t blame procrastination. Stick with what you’ve got, be grateful for what you can, and move forward.”

“Building martial arts through bone-crushing hard work.”

A storm of celestial attacks poured in from the front. Dozens of attacks packed into a single blow. The end of a martial art that dared to call itself a season.

Naturally, Biryu responded in kind, but not with the kind of technique that required three swings at once.

However, the speed was on par with the blows of a thousand horses. Boom, boom, boom, the Heavenly Horse’s fist slammed down, shattering the attack. An ordinary blow that he had wielded his entire life.

‘To follow one’s own course of action.’

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Even if you’re not the main character, it’s okay. It’s okay if you’re not the hero. I will not deny what is in my hands. I will not deny what is in my hands.

The unyielding momentum made the Heavenly Horse cluck its tongue. There’s no way to stop this mountain of a man. Then I’ll use my deadly momentum!

With a mere step forward, the ground shakes. A killing intent unparalleled by any other, purple in color, flows from his fist.

“That shall be my martial art.”

Yet, even with a fist of such power so close to his face, Viryu’s movements were the same. In fact, there was nothing to do differently here and now.

The same mundane strikes that he practiced every day. But there was no fear in the movements. Rather, there was an unwavering trust in the movement.

A single strike, swung like a thunderbolt from the front, collides with the killing intent of the Heavenly Horse. A massive shockwave rippled through the area like a roadblock.

“Not yet! Not yet!”

He uses the recoil of his fist to his advantage, shifting the weight of the impact onto his back. His legs are now swinging diagonally.

It’s too late to swing your sword, you can only return the favor. Similarly, the swinging legs cross diagonally in midair.

Boom! The legs swung in opposite directions collide in midair, creating a massive explosion. The mountain is shaped like a meteorite.

Throughout the battle of the whistles, the corners of the Heavenly Horse’s mouths did not drop. Yes, this was it. Not caring about herbivory…… just pure dueling.

“You don’t rely on insignificant herbivores, that’s great!”

Herbivores? They were nothing more than pacifiers. In the face of overwhelming strength, they meant nothing. That was the path that Tianma himself sought.

In a way, it was a foolish path. If that had been true in the first place, why would a martial art that could be mastered systematically have come into existence and lasted until now?

But even if it was a foolish path in the eyes of others. But even if it is a foolish path to others, if one can follow it to the end and achieve it, that is also an extreme.

Tianma walked the foolish path herself. He didn’t care what the world thought of him. And at last, he was able to reign as the Heavenly Horse.

And it was his character that drove him to action again. He was on the offensive, and suddenly, as if out of nowhere, he bowed to Viryu.

“You have to admit it, I apologize.”

“What are you doing all of a sudden?”

“I thought you were just a natural, and that your installation would be perfect.”

“…….”

Eleven years ago, when Tianma thought he had regained his power, he set out to inspect it himself.

He dismissed their objections, of course, saying how could he take on such a trivial task himself? At least I’m the one who’s going to have to deal with it. He wanted to see it with his own eyes and hear it with his own ears, so he set out.

And then he was interrupted by an argument at a table. I tried to lend a hand, but he died of his own accord.

‘I was just getting a drink. I didn’t expect to see blood.’

‘Please, please help me!’

‘We don’t know anything! Just once! Just once!’

‘Well, what should I do with you……?’

Things have gotten out of hand. I thought I’d give them a good scolding, but they were dying so easily, so I wondered, should I kill them?

At the time, Tianma was on the verge of a great feat. Of course, it would be tempting to just beat them all to a pulp, but the Great Work is not something that can be accomplished through strength alone.

So he prepared thoroughly, and the inspection that day was another way to make sure he was ready. Tianma herself had made the inspection.

So, even though I didn’t have any feelings, I had no choice but to kill it to prevent it from escaping. Just as I was thinking that, a tremendous momentum stabbed me in the back.

‘Can’t you sheath that sword now?’

There are some exaggerations in the accounts that have been passed down.

But it could be true, Tianma thought, that he had single-handedly defeated hundreds of horsemen, and that he had never been defeated.

That day, a boy he had seen in the audience. Unbowed by the ferocity of his momentum, unable to rely on his inner strength, able to more or less compete with the main throne through sheer force of nature alone. The height of absurdity, it was right there in front of me.

If you say it’s a transformation that can be achieved through internal strength and enlightenment, it’s a pinnacle of the outer realm that will probably never be reached again.

But there have been such men in the past. A king who shook the heavens and earth and brought countless empires to their knees. Not an insignificant one.

A man who, through his own strength alone, held the heavens and earth in his hands.

力拔山氣蓋世

逆发射氣蓋世

His power pulled down mountains, his strength covered the world.