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The roar spread out in all directions, shaking everything.

Golb stared at the epicenter of the sound.

A colossal monster, easily twice the size of even him, a giant among giants.

And a tiny Elf, a mere handful compared to the monster, was confronting it with a burning sword.

‘This is the first time I’ve seen Master at full power.’

Araya, who used to play with him and Silb even when they attacked together.

He couldn’t sense it well, but if that sword’s energy were to hit him directly, he and his brother would have their heads cut off before they could even take ten breaths.

And the being confronting his master.

He gazed at the monster, likely the culprit behind the giants’ corpses.

‘Gal Dragon.’

He had thought it was just a legend or a story passed down among the giants.

It had only been mentioned by Terato, their master, and had never been seen since the creation of Titan.

A unique being with a golden body, unlike anything else in the world.

The perfecter of its own kind.

Its name was the name of its species.

In terms of rank, it was probably the same as Terato.

If such a being attacked, even giants wouldn’t be able to escape death.

‘…But if it’s the same as the legends, it should be a little more…’

A question suddenly popped into his head, but he quickly dismissed it.

Now wasn’t the time to think about that.

The surroundings of the campsite, which had been a clearing surrounded by trees, were already a mess.

His master must have stopped the Gal Dragon that attacked while they were asleep.

Seeing Rudolph, who had disappeared somewhere, and Silb, who was trembling and watching his master’s fight in a daze, he slapped himself on the cheek, thinking that at least he had to come to his senses.

‘Master seems to have the upper hand for now, but…’

Araya was wielding the fire sword, cutting through the dragon’s claws and scales.

Each time, the Gal Dragon let out an angry roar, but it didn’t actually take much damage.

There were only minor wounds, with not a single deep or fatal one.

Even though the sword and its energy had penetrated the opponent’s body enough, the opponent’s size was simply too enormous.

As a giant, he knew from his past experiences with humans.

Human weapons were stinging, painful, and annoying, but they weren’t life-threatening.

Moreover, something seemed wrong, as Araya’s face was gradually becoming more anxious, while the Gal Dragon only accumulated more wounds but remained largely unchanged from the beginning.

Even the wounds seared by the fire enveloping the sword were slowly healing, as if by some miracle.

‘If Master falls, we’re all dead.’

Determining this, Golb approached his brother, Silb, and smacked him on the back of the head to bring him to his senses.

“?Keuk, why did you hit me all of a sudden?”

“Wake up, Master is in danger. If Master falls, we’re all dead too. We have to help now.”

Golb looked at his brother, who was staring blankly with wide eyes, and said with a serious face.

“Master seems to be getting tired. We have to join in.”

Silb watched Araya’s battle at those words and nodded.

“What should I do?”

“What we’ve learned.”

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Silb liked his master, Araya.

Unlike him, who was dull and stupid, Araya was beautiful, and every movement she made was somehow elegant.

After they were driven out of the giants’ village and barely survived by just filling their bellies, they no longer had to worry about starving since Araya took them in.

They were no longer afraid of the cold winter.

The humans who followed Araya and started taking care of him were initially afraid of them, but after he helped them with tasks that were easy for him but difficult for humans, they soon became friends.

After being kicked out of the village, he only had his brother and mother, but now he had many human friends.

He wasn’t lonely.

And Araya was small but really strong.

Other humans were weak, but Araya, who was even smaller than those humans, could easily play with him and his brother even when they attacked together.

Araya called herself a master and taught him, her disciple, a way to become stronger called martial arts.

When he did well, she would sometimes give him a whole chunk of large, open date palm fruit, or make him a big honey candy.

That’s why Silb liked Araya.

She effortlessly solved the things that were difficult for his brother and mother.

Araya always gave him only good things, even though he was stupid.

And now, that Araya was in danger.

His brother, who always hit him on the back of the head when he did something wrong, had a serious face.

Araya, who was always relaxed and strong, had a stiff expression and was wielding her sword with terrifying force.

The monster that had attacked the campsite in his sleep was scary.

Just being near it made it hard to breathe, and he wanted to run away in fear.

But it was even scarier for Araya to be hurt or die.

If Araya died, it felt like all the wonderful things in the world would leave him.

Araya was like a god to him.

Silb grabbed his trembling legs and stood up.

‘No one can take Master away from me.’

Silb, looking up at the golden dragon fighting his master, had the eyes of a warrior.

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Central Plains people are usually boastful.

Is it because the land is so vast that it fosters a grand spirit?

Or is it because it’s difficult to verify the truth due to the vastness, so they just say things first?

Moreover, the human types who are involved in Dosangeomrim among the Central Plains people were mostly similar.

Breaking the Heavens, Overturning the Earth.

If the meanings written in martial arts and their forms were actually realized, the world would have been destroyed a hundred times over.

Look at the names of the forms in the Three Talents Swordplay, which can be easily found in any bookstore.

A simple horizontal slash is said to cut down a thousand soldiers.

If you go to Advanced Martial Arts, you might see phenomena that somewhat match the meaning, but in the end, it’s just humans using it.

The forms and formulas of martial arts are, after all, figurative expressions.

But I could say with certainty that the scene unfolding before my eyes was a perfect match between the form and the phenomenon.

Araya Martial Vein (阿賴耶武脈) – Herculean Fist (巨力拳)

Herculean Strength Ascends the Mountain (巨力硬爬山)

With each step, the earth shook, and the atmosphere vibrated with the fist that was thrust out and the explosive energy that accompanied it.

The golden dragon’s massive body, which had been standing firm, faltered for a moment.

The dragon had to endure the full impact of a force that could literally destroy a small mountain with its body alone.

Beings that weighed more than a hundred times that of a human, and whose mere movements were akin to disasters.

It was an attack unleashed by the Titan brothers, Golb and Silb.

I watched the giant brothers move and created an opportunity, and they successfully planted their fists into the dragon’s body.

“Krrr! How dare you, you arrogant great ape scraps, interfere with my fight!”

Even after allowing the giants to land an attack that could shatter a small rocky mountain or even the thick walls of Pohlen, the dragon did not fall.

I swung my sword, which was surrounded by the Yama King Energy, at the tail that was swinging towards Silb.

The giant brothers, whose martial arts were not yet highly developed, had a power close to disaster in terms of attack power, but their defensive power was only slightly better than that of ordinary giants.

It was dangerous if they allowed too many attacks.

However, the dragon’s tail shook off the power of the sword that left scars on it and eventually collided with Silb’s body with its remaining force.

“Keo-eu-eo-eok!”

It was a tail swung with all its might by a dragon more than twice his size.

Even though my sword had reduced its power, the impact must have been enormous, as Silb let out a scream that wasn’t quite a scream and fell to his knees, as if his legs had given out for a moment.

“Sil-!”

He was a giant with great strength, but he was a weak-hearted child.

I was about to call his name and tell him to step back, but Silb’s eyes, which had overcome the shock and raised his head, were filled with a determination not to retreat.

Instead of stepping back, Silb quickly got up and slammed his fist into the dragon’s abdomen.

The sound of air being compressed and then exploding.

Along with Golb’s follow-up attack and the dragon’s body stopping for the first time.

I swung my sword towards a certain point on the dragon’s neck with a form containing the formulas of the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

“Keu-eu-geureuk.”

For the first time, the dragon’s firm stance wavered and collapsed.

A phlegm-filled sound was emitted from the dragon’s neck for the first time.

‘…I couldn’t cut it off!’

The dragon’s neck area.

In the vision seen through the Mind’s Eye of Myriad Forms, there was a core with an enormous amount of energy condensed within it.

I intuitively knew that it was like the human Dantian or the Reverse Scale (逆鱗) that the dragons of the Central Plains possessed.

However, while the neck was one of the most vulnerable weak points for ordinary creatures, the dragon’s neck was protected by even more solid scales and a well-organized protective energy than other parts.

The fact that it was so protected made me even more certain that it was a weak point.

‘The strike I just unleashed was the strongest attack I had against the dragon among my current martial arts.’

My best attack had only left a slightly deeper wound on the dragon, enraging it further.

‘There’s no way to break through that dragon’s hide and destroy that core with what I have now.’

Lightning Flash Swordplay, Yama King Dragon-Slaying Style, Harmony Swordplay, Flowing Cloud Sword, Great Purity Wind Thunder Sword, Minor Purity Swordplay, Great Unity Dividing Light Sword, Nine Forms Swordplay, Lesser Yang Swordplay, Pine Wind Swordplay, and hundreds of other sword techniques.

In addition, the martial arts that I had refined were worthy of being called supreme arts, but they were not enough to be called divine skills that could cut or pierce the dragon’s body.

‘…I’ve never actually seen anything called a divine skill.’

Among the secret techniques passed down from generation to generation to the leaders of prestigious sects, the ultimate techniques were regarded as the symbols of the sects.

Even if my past life had been terminally ill, I would never have given them up.

The earth shakes with a thud.

Giants and monsters, and myself.

The trees around the area, which had once been our campsite, were all broken and snapped off, turning the forests into open spaces to the point where we could no longer tell where it had been.

Is this what the final battle in a dying world would be like?

However, the monster from mythology was still standing strong despite the combined attack of the giant and the Elf.

I deflected the dragon’s attack and thought.

The addition of the giant brothers had given me a moment of respite.

But the mana that filled the air was still there.

That vast amount of mana moved only according to the dragon’s will and did not lend itself to me.

Even the Mental cultivation method that I confidently praised as a divine art could not restore my Internal energy in this situation.

I was only getting more and more tired.

The giant brothers’ attacks were heavy, but the dragon hadn’t even flinched at my attacks in the first place.

It wouldn’t be a decisive blow.

‘…If I don’t have a weapon, I’ll have to make one.’

If I couldn’t create a plan, the giant brothers and I would all die.

If there was no plan, I had to create one.

I could do it.

If it was the current me.

Because I was no longer the boy who was confined to a corner of a house, just fixing other people’s martial arts and waiting for the day I would die.

‘What should I aim for?’

The core in the dragon’s neck.

‘What is needed to do that?’

A single, sure-hit, fatal blow.

The spirit of the Upper Dantian, which had been noisily warning me to run away throughout the fight.

Forcibly suppressing the instinctual warning, I squeezed out inspiration for a single blow.

The flow of my entire body, which had been moving according to the formulas of the Yama King Dragon-Slaying Style and the Yama King Energy, was reversed.

Energy gathered in the acupoints of my right arm, which was holding the sword.

A thrust filled with power.

But unlike the Yama King Dragon-Slaying Style, which contained the ideology of slaying dragons, it bounced off the scales weakly.

‘I know the feeling.’

It was just a single thrust, but the comparison was over.

A moment was enough.

I left the dragon to the giant brothers and retreated.

‘What ideology is needed to create it?’

The image that surfaced in my mind, inspired by the Upper Dantian, was a single arrow.

The age of myth in the Central Plains.

The tyranny of the ten suns born between Xin Di and Xi He was not only a statement of the difference between humans who had to endure and the omnipotent who enjoyed power, but also a symbol of irrationality.

Truly, it was like a brutal dragon wielding violence like a disaster before my eyes.

The flow of qi, rising from the Yongquan point on the ground to the Guanyuan, Qihai, and Tiantu points, contracted, strongly bracing my entire body.

As if my whole body had become the tough bow of a water buffalo horn.

The energy extending from the Jianjing point to the Chize point filled the meridians of my sword-wielding right arm.

Like filling a cannon, used by the military, with explosives.

What I was emulating was the irrational violence of myth, the strike of a hero who brought down the myth of the invincible sun.

This body becomes the red bow and white arrow, and the tempered sword energy becomes a single arrow to shoot down the sun.

Countless inspirations swirled within the Upper Dantian, weaving together a single idea.

The handle made from a branch of the World Tree incarnation shattered under my grip, the fragments piercing my hand.

Like the hero who, knowing the predetermined ruin after killing and dropping the sons of God, the suns, ultimately drew the bowstring.

The entire right side of my body shifted backward, disregarding any means of defense, as the blade of the True Silver Sword aimed at the dragon’s core, perceived by the Myriad Manifestations of the Mind.

Did it sense the unusual change in energy in that instant?

The golden dragon ignored the giants striking it and began to look at me.

At the same time, my body, which had been leaning back, shot forward like lightning.

The southern edge of Sichuan.

A sect that rose to be among the top nine of the numerous sects in the vast Central Plains with only a single thrust.

An absolute divine skill, permitted only to the sect leader of that sect, which emulated the hero who confronted God for the sake of humanity and shot down the sun.

Diancang Sun-Shooting Swordplay.

Origin: Hou Yi Shoots the Sun.

A world immeasurably distant in terms of distance.

The recreation of a myth passed down from one world pierced the dragon’s body, which was like an iron wall, as easily as paper, and disappeared only after penetrating dozens of trees behind it.