Slash- Slash-

With ragged breaths, Biyeon started exhaling white condensed puffs. Her body was thoroughly tired and drenched with sweat. Steam started coming off from her body. San squinted his eyes as if the sunset’s rays were shining too brightly into his eyes. However, the two never stopped moving.

“Dimensional… Dimensional Sword Strike!” Hanyoung shouted out. Donghwee and Gihoon had already raised their hands up to their mouths. 

Hanyoung was 185 years old and didn’t have many days left before he’d lay down his responsibilities for both clan and empire. He had heard once from the founder of the Han-Sung Clan, Hanmu, that the Dimensional Sword Strike could be achieved once one reached the pinnacle of martial arts. This was what Hanyoung was observing from the two people in front of him. 

The world suddenly fell into silence.

Biyeon sharpened her eyes as she looked around her surroundings. She saw San’s backside. He looked like a porcupine. More than her own pain, she felt bad for San. San, who saw Biyeon at the same time, probably felt the same. They both shared everything with each other, so it was hard for them to state whose body was whose. There were still bits and pieces of weaponry sticking out from their backs, broken bones and wide-open gashes all over their bodies, flowing blood that was still dripping blood, and bones that had been momentarily put together using Nectar…

They had reached...