《Limitless Blade : Cultivation to System-verse [Isekai, LitRPG, Smart MC]》


 The End of Blood Age

    The stench of blood and rot was suffocating¡ªa thick, cloying miasma that clung to the boy¡¯s lungs.


    Yun Jin crouched low, his small body trembling as he pressed himself deeper into the pile of corpses. His arms wrapped tightly around his knees, his breath muffled against his sleeve.


    All around him, chaos raged. Shouts, screams, and the sickening clang of steel on steel filled the air.


    The once-green fields of Yunhe Valley had been turned into a sea of red, the ground slick with blood and littered with the fallen. Soldiers, villagers, and the twisted forms of demonic cultists lay where they had fallen, their faces frozen in terror and agony.


    This valley had been meant to herald a new future.


    Yun Jin and his parents had been traveling to a secret assembly¡ªthe founding of a new Warrior Federation that would unite the martial world and bring an end to the chaos of the Blood Age.


    But they had been ambushed by the entirety of the demonic cult.


    ¡°It¡¯s the demonic cult! Alert the Sword Saint!¡±


    The desperate cry had rung out moments before the battle began, but now even the memory of that voice had been drowned beneath the ceaseless clash of steel and the anguished wails of the dying.


    ¡°Hide here, and don¡¯t make a sound,¡± his mother had whispered, pressing him into the pile of bodies.


    ¡°Mother, please!¡±


    Yun Jin stared up at her, his wide eyes brimming with tears.


    ¡°I love you, Yun Jin,¡± she kissed his forehead.


    Then she was gone, vanishing into the fray alongside his father.


    He hadn¡¯t understood it then¡ªnot fully¡ªbut he had known enough to realize they had no chance.


    They weren¡¯t fighting to win. They were buying time. Even a single second longer to ensure their son¡¯s survival.


    His life.


    Yun Jin peeked through the tangled limbs of the dead, his smalleyes trembling as he searched for them.


    He saw flashes of steel, sprays of blood, and then¡ªfinally¡ªa burst of crimson light against the pale sky.


    His father¡¯s sword met the blade of a towering figure cloaked in black.


    The man¡¯s face was sharp and striking, unnervingly clean amidst the carnage, but his eyes burned with malice.


    His wild hair framed his expression like a storm, and his presence radiated an oppressive aura.


    Choenma, the Heavenly Demon.


    His father fought with everything he had, each movement a testament to decades of training in the Wudang Sect.


    But it wasn¡¯t enough.


    Against the Heavenly Demon, one of the three absolute powers of the martial world, it was like hurling pebbles into the ocean.


    Choenma¡¯s blade swung with the weight of a mountain. With a single, devastating strike, his father¡¯s sword shattered into glittering shards. Blood sprayed into the air as the blade continued its deadly arc, slicing him in half like a slab of soft meat.


    ¡°Is this all the so-called Warrior Federation has to offer?¡± Choenma said, his voice smooth and mocking.


    Yun Jin¡¯s mother, desperate to avenge her husband, charged forward with a dagger clutched tightly in her hands.


    She didn¡¯t make it far.


    ¡°Foolishness.¡±


    Without sparing her a glance, Choenma flicked his wrist. His qi rippled through the air in an invisible wave, a force so overwhelming that it hurled her like a rag doll into the dirt. She hit the ground with a sickening crack, her body crumpling unnaturally, her limbs twisted from the sheer destructive power.


    Both his parents were warriors of renown. His father, an elder of the Wudang Sect, and his mother, a descendant of a prestigious martial family.


    Yet, before Choenma, they were nothing.


    Yun Jin bit down on his sleeve to stop himself from screaming, every fiber of his being torn between fleeing and leaping out to help, knowing both would be futile.


    The Heavenly Demon stood as the pinnacle of unorthodox martial power, his name whispered in fear even among the demonic sects he ruled.


    Together with the Demon King of the Evil Sect and the Sword Saint of the Righteous, he was one of the three absolutes of the martial world.


    The Demon King was already dead¡ªslain by his hand.


    And now, Choenma sought to destroy the last bastion of hope¡ªthe Sword Saint himself.


    ¡°Choenma!¡±


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    The battlefield stilled. Even the demonic cultists paused.


    A gust of wind swept across the valley, scattering the smoke and ash. Amid the haze, a lone figure emerged.


    His white robes were unblemished, glowing faintly in the light.


    At his side, a simple looking green sword hung loosely, its edge gleaming like a sliver of stardust.


    Baek Tianjun, the Sword Saint.


    Choenma¡¯s lips curled into a grin, his teeth gleaming like fangs. ¡°Finally,¡± he said, spreading his arms wide in mock welcome. ¡°The so-called savior of the martial world graces us with his presence.¡±


    Baek Tianjun¡¯s gaze swept across the battlefield. His eyes burned with fury, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.


    He had arrived minutes too late, and now the bodies of the innocent lay scattered before him.


    Baek Tianjun was no hypocrite, no self-serving fraud cloaked in righteousness.


    He truly walked the path of virtue¡ªand that was why the anger swelling within him now was so consuming.


    He stepped forward. ¡°Your reign of blood ends today!¡±


    Choenma laughed, the sound low and guttural. ¡°Bold words, Baek Tianjun,¡± he sneered. Crimson light flared around his blade as he raised it. ¡°Come, then. Let us see whose sword holds the truth of this world.¡±


    Baek Tianjun stepped forward, his hand rested on the hilt of the Heaven Ruling Blade, bestowed upon him by the emperor himself.


    Choenma grinned, unfazed, his fingers tightening around the hilt of the Divine Blood Sword. The blade pulsed with a sinister red glow, each heartbeat sending ripples of dark energy through the air.


    The two masters surged forward, their swords colliding in a dazzling flash of light and fury.


    The battle raged on, relentless and unforgiving, for three consecutive days.


    By the end of the third day, both warriors had pushed themselves to their absolute limits. Their strikes slowed, their steps grew heavier, yet neither wavered, neither surrendered.


    Everything around them lay in ruin¡ªgrass and trees reduced to splinters, human bodies scattered like broken dolls, even the once-proud mountains bore deep scars from their unyielding clash.


    Baek Tianjun swung the Heaven Ruling Blade in a sweeping arc, its radiant light cutting through Choenma¡¯s defenses and grazing his shoulder. Blood sprayed into the air like crimson mist.


    Choenma retaliated immediately, driving the Divine Blood Sword into Baek Tianjun¡¯s side. The blade tore through flesh, its dark energy rippling outward with a sinister hum.


    Both men stumbled back, their breathing heavy and ragged. Yet, despite their battered bodies, the fire in their eyes refused to dim.


    Baek Tianjun¡¯s blade darted forward like lightning, aiming for Choenma¡¯s chest, but the Heavenly Demon deflected it with a twist of his wrist, countering with a horizontal slash that sent sparks flying.


    Baek Tianjun''s legs gave way, and he stumbled, falling forward onto his hands. For a brief moment, his vision darkened, the edges of his world fading to black.


    Seeing his enemy falter, Choenma¡¯s hoarse laughter broke the heavy silence, tinged with bitter triumph. He wiped the blood from his lips, his crimson aura flickering faintly.


    ¡°You¡¯re old, Baek Tianjun, or should I say, Master,¡± Choenma said, his voice rasping but steady. ¡°Ten years younger, and perhaps...¡± He paused, his grin fading as he straightened. For a moment, his expression flickered with grudging acknowledgment. ¡°Perhaps you could have killed me.¡±


    Baek Tianjun tightened his grip on the Heaven Ruling Blade. His body screamed with exhaustion, but his resolve remained unshaken. ¡°You talk too much,¡± he said.


    Choenma smirked. ¡°Take solace in this, Master: Your greatest failure has become the pinnacle of the martial world. The world doesn¡¯t need your dreams¡ªit needs men like me.¡±


    Baek Tianjun¡¯s reply came cold and firm. ¡°The world needs neither of us. My dream was to make you kind, Choenma. But you turned into a nightmare.¡±


    Choenma sneered.


    ¡°Your dream? A world where the weak smile while the strong stand idle? A world without evil and demonic way? It¡¯s a fantasy! Power is the only law of this world. You taught me that better than anyone!!¡±


    ¡°No,¡± Baek Tianjun said, his voice steady. ¡°I failed to teach you what true strength is.¡±


    "You... after all these years, you became soft, master. Now. Get out of my sight!"


    The Divine Blood Sword pulsed with malevolent energy as Choenma raised it high, the crimson blade crackling with destructive qi. The air around it twisted and screamed, resonating with the finality of the killing blow about to be delivered.


    But before he could strike, a small shadow darted from behind.


    Yun Jin, face streaked with dirt and blood, rose from the corpses like a ghost.


    From behind, the boy leapt and drove the dagger into Choenma¡¯s back, straight into his dantian.


    The blade sank deep, piercing the core of the Heavenly Demon¡¯s power. Choenma staggered, his qi flaring wildly as a guttural roar escaped his throat. He twisted around, his face contorted with shock and fury.


    ¡°You little insect!¡± Choenma bellowed. His hand shot out, crackling with crimson energy, ready to swat the boy into oblivion.


    Baek Tianjun¡¯s eyes widened as the moment he¡¯d been waiting for arrived. With a burst of speed that defied his battered body, the Sword Saint surged forward. The Heaven Ruling Blade ignited with a blinding light as it cleaved through the air.


    In one smooth, decisive motion, Baek Tianjun¡¯s blade severed Choenma¡¯s head, cutting through flesh and bone as though the heavens themselves had guided his strike. The red aura surrounding the Heavenly Demon flickered, then vanished entirely as his head hit the ground with a dull thud.


    Yun Jin collapsed onto the ground, his small hands trembling as the dagger slipped from his grasp.


    For days, he had hidden among the corpses, crawling through the sea of blood. Every step, every breath, had been agony. Yet he endured, driven by one singular purpose: to avenge his family.


    Now that it was over, his soul felt at peace. And with it, so did his life.


    ¡°No,¡± Baek Tianjun murmured, his voice hoarse but firm. ¡°Not yet.¡±


    He knelt down, placing a steady hand on Yun Jin¡¯s head.


    The boy¡¯s body was cold, his breathing faint, but his eyes fluttered open as the warmth of Baek Tianjun¡¯s qi began to flow into him. The Sword Saint¡¯s energy enveloped the boy¡¯s fragile frame, stabilizing his flickering life force.


    Rising slowly, Baek Tianjun sheathed the Heaven Ruling Blade and gripped it tightly, using it as a cane to steady himself. With his free arm, he lifted Yun Jin, cradling the boy¡¯s fragile body against his chest.


    And then, he walked.


    Above, the faint light of dawn began to break through the smoke-filled sky, casting pale rays over the ruined valley.


    Choenma was dead. His reign of terror had ended.


    And with it, the Blood Age.

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    Does it matter?¡± another said, her tone teasing. ¡°The swordsman, though¡ªwow. Tall, muscular, and that smirk? Who cares if he isn¡¯t single?"

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 When Fae Go Wild

    Yun Jin and Merlin retraced their steps back to the main path, leaving behind the unsettling void at the dungeon¡¯s edge. The eerie silence of that infinite darkness still lingered in Yun Jin¡¯s mind, but he shook off the feeling. There were more immediate concerns¡ªlike clearing this dungeon and seeing how he and Merlin measured up against these so-called fae.


    As they walked, the magical forest seemed almost alive, whispering around them. The bioluminescent fungi pulsed faintly, casting shifting shadows across the twisted roots and gnarled branches. Yun Jin¡¯s eyes flicked between the trees, tracking movement beyond the path.


    ¡°They know we¡¯re here,¡± he muttered.


    Merlin tensed, adjusting his grip on his staff. ¡°Of course they do. Fae aren¡¯t mindless like goblins¡ªthey¡¯re watching, waiting.¡± His voice lowered. ¡°They¡¯re playful. They won¡¯t just attack outright. They like to mess with their prey first.¡±


    Yun Jin grinned, excitement sparking in his eyes. ¡°Sounds like fun.¡±


    Merlin shot him a look. ¡°For them, maybe.¡±


    Just as he finished speaking, a soft giggle echoed from the trees, unnervingly close. Then, a gust of wind swept past, carrying whispers in a language neither of them understood. Yun Jin''s grip tightened on his sword, his stance shifting.


    A flicker of movement.


    Then another.


    Merlin¡¯s wind bird flitted about anxiously, its spectral feathers ruffling as it circled overhead.


    ¡°They¡¯re coming,¡± Merlin warned.


    Yun Jin exhaled, his heartbeat steady, his instincts sharpening. Then¡ª


    A sharp rustling from above.


    ¡°Move!¡±


    Merlin barely had time to react before Yun Jin grabbed his collar and yanked him backward. A massive tangle of thorned vines crashed down where they had been standing, writhing like a living creature. The vines twisted and coiled, rising into the form of two humanoid figures¡ªBrambleguards.


    Yun Jin clicked his tongue. ¡°Annoying.¡±


    The Brambleguards creaked and groaned as they moved, their thorny limbs snapping into place as they raised their vine-covered arms.


    Then, like a signal, high-pitched laughter erupted from the treetops.


    Three figures darted into view¡ªPixie Tricksters. Their translucent wings shimmered with iridescent light, their small, mischievous faces twisted with glee. They chattered in a language that sounded both melodic and mocking, their tiny hands weaving faint trails of magic into the air.


    Merlin¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°They¡¯re already casting illusions!¡±


    Yun Jin didn¡¯t hesitate. ¡°Then we take them out first.¡±


    He surged forward, his sword flashing as he closed the distance between himself and the nearest Pixie Trickster.


    The pixie smirked, raising a hand¡ª


    And then vanished.


    Yun Jin¡¯s sword sliced through empty air.


    Before he could react, a second pixie appeared at his side, giggling as it tapped his shoulder. Yun Jin spun, but once again, there was nothing there.


    Merlin gritted his teeth. ¡°They¡¯re phasing between locations! They can warp short distances, but it¡¯s not unlimited¡ªjust keep moving, don¡¯t give them time to focus!¡±


    Yun Jin¡¯s grin widened. ¡°Got it.¡±


    He shifted his stance.


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    A blur of movement¡ªYun Jin struck again, but this time, he didn''t stop after the first swing. His blade weaved through the air in rapid succession, slashing through the empty space where the pixies flickered in and out of view.


    They reappeared just long enough for him to adjust his strikes mid-motion.


    A startled shriek¡ªone of the Pixie Tricksters failed to phase in time. Yun Jin¡¯s blade connected, cleaving straight through its small frame. The creature let out a final, distorted giggle before its body shimmered, breaking apart into tiny motes of fading light.


    The remaining two pixies screeched in alarm, retreating higher into the treetops.


    Meanwhile, the Brambleguards surged forward, their thorned limbs lashing out toward Yun Jin and Merlin.


    Merlin took a sharp breath, his staff pulsing with green light. He slammed the butt of it into the ground, tracing a quick diagram in the air.


    ¡°Wind Snare!¡±


    A burst of emerald energy shot forward, wrapping around the limbs of one of the Brambleguards. The vines recoiled, twisting against themselves, temporarily halting its movement.


    Yun Jin capitalized immediately.


    He stepped in, twisting his body¡ª


    [Aura Blade]


    His sword flared with a sharp, radiant glow as qi surged along its edge, extending its reach with lethal precision.


    Light Blade Sovereign Style: First Form ¨C Arc Lightning.


    A burst of speed propelled him forward, his blade carving through the Brambleguard¡¯s thick mass of tangled vines. The enhanced edge bit deep¡ªdeeper than a normal strike could¡ªbut failed to cleave all the way through its hardened core.


    Yun Jin''s eyes widened slightly. Tch, tough bastard¡ª!


    Before he could react, the Brambleguard¡¯s massive thorned fist lashed out, catching him clean in the chest.


    BOOM!


    The force sent him flying backward, the impact rippling through his body¡ªuntil the shimmering glow of Magic Armor absorbed most of the blow. He skidded back, boots digging into the dirt, breath slightly shaken but unharmed.


    Had it not been for Merlin¡¯s spell, that punch would¡¯ve shattered his ribs.


    The Brambleguard reared back, vines shifting as it prepared another strike. But Yun Jin, undeterred, tightened his grip.


    ¡°Hah¡­ that actually hurt.¡±


    He exhaled, adjusting his stance. This time, he aimed precisely¡ªnot for a full cleave, but for a decisive kill.


    A single step forward.


    His blade traced a calculated arc.


    The Brambleguard jerked violently as his sword pierced straight through its core, twisting the embedded steel with a brutal efficiency. The vines spasmed, then fell limp, its form unraveling into lifeless plant matter.


    Yun Jin exhaled, watching as the remnants of the creature crumbled before him.


    ¡°That¡¯s one down,¡± he muttered, rolling his shoulders.


    Yun Jin turned, eyes darting to Merlin¡ª


    The mage was struggling, barely holding his defensive barrier as thorned vines lashed at him. The Treant and remaining Brambleguard pressed in, their sheer force causing cracks to shimmer across the protective spell.


    Yun Jin moved¡ªinstinct and muscle memory taking over. But just as he stepped forward¡ª


    Everything went dark.


    A sharp, unnatural silence followed.


    His vision vanished. His ears deafened.


    Pixie magic.


    Yun Jin clenched his jaw, immediately purging his Qi outward, pushing against the foreign magic disrupting his senses. Through the pulsing energy in the air, he felt them¡ªthree distinct flickers of movement, hovering erratically around him.


    But Yun Jin didn¡¯t panic.


    His Qi pulsed outward, rippling through the air. Three distortions. Two flickering fast. One stationary.


    ¡°Merlin¡ªclose your eyes!¡± he commanded, trusting the mage to react immediately.


    Merlin obeyed without hesitation.


    Then¡ª


    Light erupted.


    A radiant pulse of magic burst from Yun Jin, illuminating the air like a sudden sunrise.


    The Pixie Tricksters screamed.


    The spell dispelled their invisibility, exposing their tiny, fluttering forms midair, now frantically trying to retreat.


    Merlin¡¯s emerald falcons screeched.


    With a single motion, he sent both wind-forged birds diving.


    Slash.


    Slash.


    The Pixies fell, their tiny bodies dissolving into shimmering pixie dust before they could even react.


    And Yun Jin¡¯s vision snapped back.


    And he saw Merlin¡¯s barrier flickering¡ªseconds from shattering.


    He didn¡¯t think.


    He lunged.


    [Aura Blade.]


    His sword blazed with Qi as he exploded forward¡ª


    Light Blade Sovereign Style: First Form ¨C Arc Lightning.


    A thunderous burst. A straight-line blitz.


    The Brambleguard¡¯s thorned strike came down¡ª


    But Yun Jin was faster.


    Instead of slashing, he drove his sword forward¡ªpiercing straight through its core.


    A deep, jagged crack tore through the Brambleguard¡¯s wooden core, its magic unraveling as the vines convulsed in a final, desperate attempt to hold itself together


    The monster twitched violently, its vines spasming, as the blade¡¯s Qi surged inside, unraveling its magic.


    Then¡ª


    Boom.


    The Brambleguard collapsed, its body crumbling into lifeless wood and vines.


    Yun Jin exhaled, flicking his sword clean.


    Behind him, Merlin stumbled forward, his legs shaky as he caught his breath.


    ¡°Hah¡­ Hah¡­ That was¡ªtoo close.¡±


    Then¡ª


    THUMP.


    A deep, resonant vibration rolled through the air.


    Yun Jin¡¯s grip tightened on his sword. Merlin stiffened, his breath hitching.


    Another step.


    THUMP.


    The ground trembled beneath them. Leaves shuddered. The air felt heavier.


    Then it emerged.


    Towering over the trees, a ten-meter-tall wooden giant loomed into view. Its bark-covered body creaked with every movement, its hollowed eyes glowing faintly with an eerie green light. Vines slithered along its limbs, tightening like cords of muscle as it took another slow, earth-shaking step forward.


    [Treant LV.10]

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 The Forests Grasp

    The forest seemed to breathe. The trees whispered with unseen voices, their leaves shifting without wind. The very air felt thick, charged with unseen energy¡ªwaiting, watching.


    Yun Jin followed the retreating vines deeper into the dungeon, his boots sinking slightly into the soft, moss-covered ground. The eerie glow of bioluminescent fungi flickered along the bark of twisted trees, casting distorted shadows. The remains of the Treant lay behind him, its massive form now nothing but lifeless wood.


    Then¡ªa presence emerged.


    She did not step into view.


    She simply¡ªbecame.


    Her body rose from the gnarled bark of a massive tree as if she had always been a part of it, flowing like liquid wood. Her frame was lithe and elegant, her skin a smooth blend of bark and verdant green, shifting with an unnatural grace.


    Golden, luminous eyes blinked open, unblinking, unhurried. Vines curled and slithered around her form like living garments, ever-moving, ever-shifting. A Dryad.


    [Dryad LV.15]


    Yun Jin¡¯s grip on his sword tightened, his fingers curling firmly around the hilt. His stance was unwavering, his gaze locked onto the figure emerging seamlessly from the ancient bark.


    "So you¡¯re the one pulling the strings."


    The Dryad did not respond with words.


    Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly, golden, luminescent eyes reflecting the dungeon¡¯s dim glow.


    Her golden eyes gleamed¡ªnot with malice, but with something far worse.


    Amusement.


    Mockery.


    She did not snarl, did not bare her teeth like a beast backed into a corner. No, she watched him the way a cat watched a caught mouse¡ªtrapped, squirming, but still moving just enough to entertain.


    Her expression was hostile, but unhurried.


    Then¡ª


    A hum.


    Not a sound, but a vibration in the air, an almost imperceptible frequency that settled deep in Yun Jin¡¯s chest.


    And beneath it¡ªsomething else.


    He felt it before he saw it.


    A shift. A pulse. The unnatural creep of something slithering just beneath his awareness, threading its way into the soil, into the very air.


    His gaze flicked downward.


    The ground itself was changing.


    Tiny, near-invisible tendrils slithered along the dirt, weaving outward in all directions like veins beneath skin. Their presence was faint¡ªso faint that even an experienced fighter might mistake them for the natural growth of the forest. But Yun Jin wasn''t just experienced.


    His instincts screamed.


    It¡¯s not just the trees. It¡¯s everything.


    The Dryad was not a mere enemy. She was an extension of this place¡ªher roots entwined with the land, her will spreading like wildfire through the undergrowth.


    The trees. The grass. The very air.


    This is a fight against the forest itself.


    Yet Yun Jin¡¯s heart did not falter.


    He didn¡¯t back down.


    His fingers tightened on his sword, his breathing steady, measured. Excitement pulsed beneath his skin, weaving through his veins like liquid fire.


    [Activated Mana Eyes.]


    The world peeled open.


    Every tree, every root, every twisting vine¡ªhis vision cut past their surface, revealing the pulsating streams of mana beneath. An intricate, ever-moving lattice of energy, twisting and branching like the lifeblood of the forest.


    And there¡ª


    A faint glow. Subtle, hidden, but unmistakable.


    A core.


    A pulsing mass of condensed mana, buried deep within the Dryad¡¯s wooden form, beating like a heart.


    Found you!


    His stance shifted, his body tensing like a coiled spring.


    Light Blade Sovereign Style: First Form ¨C Arc Lightning.


    Power surged through his limbs, raw and electric, propelling him forward with blinding speed. His blade gleamed, Qi humming violently along its edge, condensing into a singular, lethal thrust¡ª


    ¡ªstraight for the core.


    And then¡ª


    Nothing.


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    Yun Jin¡¯s eyes widened.


    The Dryad hadn¡¯t dodged.


    She hadn¡¯t moved.


    But the core¡ª


    It wasn¡¯t there anymore.


    A flicker of golden light¡ªno longer in her chest, but nestled within the trunk of a different tree.


    Realization slammed into him.


    She moved it?


    The Dryad¡¯s true form wasn¡¯t bound to a single body. She was never in just one place.


    Her core¡ªher very essence¡ªcould shift between trees at will.


    The woman figure in front of him laughed.


    Yun Jin¡¯s stomach dropped.


    A soft, melodic giggle drifted through the air, light and mocking.


    Then¡ª


    The forest moved.


    Vines lashed down from the canopy, from the ground, from behind¡ªclosing in like a living cage, tightening, twisting.


    Yun Jin¡¯s body reacted before thought could form.


    His stance shifted, his movements instinctual.


    Light Blade Sovereign Style: Fourth Form ¨C Gale Rend.


    A single, brutal rotation.


    He twisted mid-step, his sword carving through the air in a seamless arc.


    Qi exploded outward in a burst of cutting wind. The force ripped through the nearest vines, slicing them cleanly apart, sending splinters and shredded tendrils spiraling into the mist.


    For a moment¡ªjust a moment¡ªhe had breathing room.


    But the cost¡ª


    Yun Jin exhaled sharply, his muscles straining, his breath coming shorter than before.


    It wasn¡¯t exhaustion.


    Not yet.


    But it was close.


    Then¡ª


    The air changed.


    It was subtle at first. The mist that had once drifted lazily between the trees suddenly moved.


    Not by wind.


    Not by force.


    But by intent.


    --


    The golden spores spread like a blooming flower, unfurling in mesmerizing spirals. They danced unnaturally, curling toward him with deliberate purpose, as if drawn by something deeper than mere movement.


    Yun Jin¡¯s instincts screamed.


    His body responded before his mind had fully processed the danger. He kicked off the nearest tree, twisting mid-air as the mist reached out. His momentum carried him backward, avoiding the densest part of the cloud¡ª


    But it wasn¡¯t enough.


    The first tendrils of golden mist curled around him, barely brushing against his exposed skin. It clung to him. Seeped in.


    And then, the sensation hit.


    It wasn¡¯t the sharp, burning agony of venom eating through flesh. It was something worse.


    A slow, creeping heaviness spread through his limbs, dull and relentless. The tension in his muscles began to unwind against his will, as if his own body no longer belonged to him.


    His vision blurred. The edges of the world flickered like heat distortion. His movements, once fluid and precise, felt sluggish.


    It¡¯s not just poison.


    It was sleep.


    A sedative, pulling at his awareness, numbing his reflexes, slowing him with each passing second.


    Yun Jin exhaled sharply. No. Focus. Control.


    Forcing his Qi into motion, he activated Qi Breathing, pushing the foreign toxin out like squeezing water from drenched cloth.


    The fog in his mind lifted slightly. The creeping drowsiness receded, but not completely. His limbs still felt slow, like wading through knee-deep water.


    Not enough.


    The vines struck.


    They came from every angle, weaving through the forest like hunting serpents. The attack wasn¡¯t reckless¡ªit was precise. Calculated. Each strike aimed not just at him, but at where he would move next.


    He twisted mid-air, blade flashing¡ª[Aura Blade]. A clean, precise slash severed the first vine before it could wrap around his leg. But for every tendril he cut, two more took its place.


    She wasn¡¯t giving him room to breathe.


    Yun Jin''s boots hit the ground, but the moment he landed¡ªhe knew something was wrong.


    The earth was soft. Too soft.


    The damp soil gripped at his boots, shifting unnaturally beneath him like a living thing.


    Damn it.


    She had changed the terrain.


    A single misstep could cost him everything.


    And she was already moving to take advantage of it.


    From behind, a vine lashed toward his back¡ªa precise strike aimed to coil around his torso. Yun Jin barely managed to pivot, his sword intercepting at the last second. He deflected the blow, but the force sent a vibrating sting up his arm.


    Then, another.


    And another.


    He was dodging, cutting, evading¡ªbut the weight in his limbs made it harder with every passing moment. The Dryad¡¯s vines weren¡¯t just weapons; they were a web tightening around him.


    A whispering laugh rippled through the trees¡ªsoft, mocking, threaded with amusement. The forest itself seemed to shudder in response, vines slithering like living serpents, creeping from the canopy, unfurling from the ground, tightening from behind.


    Light Blade Sovereign Style: Fourth Form ¨C Gale Rend.


    Yun Jin twisted mid-motion, his body pivoting with the precision of a storm breaking upon the earth.


    His blade arced around him in a perfect, sweeping slash¡ªQi flaring outward like a cascading whirlwind. The force of the strike severed everything in its path.


    Branches snapped, torn apart by the raw pressure that followed in the wake of his blade. Even the air itself trembled, the sheer force of his movement distorting the space around him.Qi burned in his veins, his strikes moving faster, faster¡ªuntil the vines stopped coming.


    The air stilled.


    The clearing around him was littered with severed tendrils, their lifeless remains curling inward, twitching as they withered.


    Yun Jin stumbled. His breath hitched.


    A sharp burn ran through his muscles, exhaustion clawing at his limbs. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the adrenaline barely holding his body together.


    But his smile¡ª


    His smile was wide¡ªbright, unshaken.


    Even at his weakest, he grinned like a man stepping into his wedding night, heart pounding with exhilaration, eyes alight with reckless joy.


    His fingers tightened around his sword.


    [Aura Blade.]


    The weapon thrummed in response, the edge alight with razor-thin Qi.


    The Dryad¡¯s vines shivered, twisting as if sensing his intent.


    She knew.


    She wouldn¡¯t let him reach it.


    Lightning surged beneath Yun Jin¡¯s skin. His stance shifted. The world narrowed to a single path¡ªhis blade, the core, the strike that would end this.


    Light Blade Sovereign Style: First Form ¨C Arc Lightning!


    The air cracked as he shot forward, faster than before, faster than his exhausted body should have allowed.


    Roots and vines lashed at his path, but he wove between them, twisting, slipping through the smallest of gaps.


    A vine snapped toward his leg¡ªhe cut through it mid-step, never slowing. Another curled toward his chest¡ªhe dodged, just a breath away from being caught.


    Then¡ªhe leapt.


    The Dryad¡¯s core glowed before him.


    The sword gleamed, a flash of silver lined with pure, cutting Qi¡ª


    SNAP.


    Something wrenched his wrist backward.


    A vine.


    No¡ªdozens.


    They constricted around his arms, his waist, his legs, like snakes coiling around their prey. His momentum shattered. The ground rushed up to meet him as the vines yanked him down.


    His blade¡ªmere inches from the core.


    The vines snapped tight.


    A shudder ran through his body as the first tendrils wrapped around his skin, leeching something from him. It was slow, insidious, like water slipping through his fingers. His Qi.


    She was taking it from him.


    His sword trembled in his grasp, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him like an iron shackle. Every second, his strength bled away, siphoned into the hungry vines that coiled tighter with each passing breath.


    So this is my limit against you, huh?


    A quiet chuckle rasped from his lips, barely more than a whisper. His fingers twitched on the hilt of his sword, weak yet unwilling to let go.


    Good to know.


    Through the blur of fatigue, something flickered at the edge of his fading vision.


    Not from the Dryad.


    Behind her.


    The creature loomed over him, golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. She reveled in his struggle, watching as his body withered, feeding off his stolen energy to summon more writhing minions into the forest¡¯s embrace.


    But something made her pause.


    His lips moved.


    No voice escaped them. No sound carried through the still air.


    Yet, the words weren¡¯t meant for her.


    They had already reached their destination.


    The faintest shimmer of light. A reflection against her bark.


    Then¡ªheat.


    The air itself seemed to shift, growing thick, dry, burning against his skin.


    A sound rumbled in the distance. Not a war cry. Not an attack. Something deeper, more primal.


    A spell.


    Merlin¡¯s voice rang through the clearing.


    "FIREBALL!!"