I am a swordsman in a strange city

Chapter 58 The Way of the Korean Flower Prince

In the dark little house.

An old-fashioned dressing table stands against the wall.

In front of the dressing table sat an equally old oil lamp, as if it had been found in the room.

In front of the dressing table were small mirrors, which seemed to draw in the sunlight.

In the real world, some basements use this method to channel sunlight from the sky into the depths of the underground through mirrors.

These mirrors act as guides, leading out the contents of the dressing mirror. A total of seventy-two mirrors are arranged in a spiral mirrored passageway throughout the room.

This is the most proud research achievement of the Suspended Mirror Research Institute—the Mirror Corridor Passage, which allows people in the real world to enter the spirit world.

The reason He Hong was allowed to bring two people in earlier was because he himself had the ability to freely walk in the mirror world.

This ability has a name: Mirror Travel, which is an advanced ability of mirror jumping.

Without anyone to guide him, in the vast world of mirrors, which is a huge maze, he couldn't find the exit. That's why he needed the paper figure to mark the way, and that's how he was able to find his way here.

He's creating this passage so that more people who can't travel through mirrors can come in.

"Qianlang, keep a close watch and don't let anyone disturb us," He Hong said.

Hua Qianlang stood outside the door, thought for a moment, then took out a chair and sat down.

After sitting down, I adjusted my posture, straightened my upper body, and placed my hands on my knees, making me look upright and dignified.

He had only been sitting for a short while when he suddenly stood up. The moment he stood up, he became ethereal and walked directly into a corner, leaving someone sitting in the seat.

This is one of his abilities, called Static Illusion.

His profession was one of the three major professions in Goryeo – Hwarangdo.

Moreover, Hua Qianlang comes from one of the ancient families that have inherited the Hua Lang Dao lineage. Although he was born out of wedlock, he still received the orthodox inheritance.

The formation of a profession requires exploration by many people, but the most essential part is to have professional skills.

For example, Pei Ju's current swordsman inheritance and his professional ability is his Baoyuan Jin internal energy. Only after he obtained this can his profession be considered to have a foundation, rather than just some other sword techniques.

The Embracing Yuan Force allows him to generate internal energy. With internal energy, he can perform light footwork, make his sword faster and more accurate, and elevate his swordsmanship to another level. Without cultivating this Embracing Yuan Force, his swordsmanship will forever remain that of an ordinary person.

Hua Langdao's professional ability is the Hua Lang Nine Breaths Technique, which allows him to generate internal energy within his body, making his body lighter.

Moreover, he reorganized the other abilities of this Korean Hwayangdo, transforming them from a profession that leaned more towards physical attacks into a profession that was half magic and half physical.

At this moment, he stood there, not completely hidden in the darkness, but his aura merged with the surrounding void. In this state, his breathing would not be heard, his aura would disappear, and he would be able to recover his physical strength and heal his mental wounds more quickly.

His ability is called the "Unity of Heaven and Man" technique.

Just then, he seemed to hear a sound.

Under the influence of the "Oneness with Heaven and Man" technique, his five senses were incredibly sharp, and no sound could escape his ears.

"Tick!"

A sound came from the window, and he couldn't help but look over there. He remembered that the broken window was the place where the boy named Pei Ju had broken open to escape.

Thinking of this boy made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

In his mind, the swordsmen of the Dragon Rising Republic, like the Flower Boys, belong to an ancient and traditional profession. However, in his mind, the Flower Boys are no longer the Flower Boys of the past, but have been transformed into a powerful profession that can be regarded as powerful on the international stage.

The person who reformed Hwarangdo was the pride of all Goryeo people, but this swordsman from the Ryongjang Republic did not reform it.

He once asked the people of the Longxiang Republic why they didn't improve his profession, and the people of Longxiang actually said it wasn't necessary. They said that compared to other professions in the world today, this profession was considered a lower-class profession, but it had an endless potential.

The reason we haven't made any improvements is because we've reserved it for those with dreams.

Hua Qianlang scoffed at this. He thought the people of Longxiang Kingdom were too arrogant and haughty. It was an old profession, yet they claimed to have a high ceiling. They were simply unable to let go of their dream of being the Celestial Empire.

He believes that those who cling to outdated practices and refuse to improve their professions will all be eliminated.

The fact that the young man had managed to break free from the swamp of nothingness, using swordsmanship, made him realize the unique nature of the swordsman profession in the Dragon Rising Republic.

Therefore, he felt uncomfortable.

At that moment, he stood there, listening quietly.

The strange noise had already alerted him. He thought something else was coming. He was not sure if it was the runaway young swordsman and did not believe that the other party would dare to come back.

If the other party dares to come back, he will let them know how cruel the improved Hualangdao is.

His attention was on the window, on the doorway.

Just then, the top of my head suddenly burst open with a loud crash.

Hua Qianlang looked up in surprise as roof tiles crumbled and fell, but he quickly dodged them.

He was very surprised because he hadn't heard anyone on the roof.

He moved his body to avoid the spot where the tiles had broken off, looked up at the hole in the roof, and at that moment the person sitting in the chair disappeared.

Just then, the door behind him was suddenly kicked open, and a figure rushed in.

Hua Qianlang immediately turned around, and in that instant, a swirling black light swept out.

That dark light is his foot, a spinning kick.

A flash of sword light appeared.

Pei Ju rushed in without stopping, but crouched down and crawled under his legs, drawing his sword at the same time.

Two figures passed each other. Pei Ju's sword had already slashed across his leg, tearing his clothes, but his muscles were as hard as wood, not cut open, leaving only a mark.

Swords are light weapons, primarily used for cutting and thrusting. When faced with someone with such a resilient body, they can be difficult to penetrate. Pei Ju was somewhat surprised, but he didn't have time to think about it. He saw Hua Qianlang's legs kick out like a windmill, his two thick thighs spinning like a giant windmill.

Pei Ju moved nimbly through the room, on the walls, chairs, and tables, sometimes doing backflips and sometimes running along the walls, waiting for his opponent to exhaust himself.

Every table in the room that he kicked shattered instantly.

Pei Ju, who was sprinting along the wall, suddenly leaped forward, aiming for Hua Qianlang's head. He leaned back and kicked his right foot upwards with incredible speed and height, his entire body leaping up in a bizarre posture.

Pei Ju's sword missed its mark, and while he was in mid-air, he had no choice but to block it with his hand.

He slapped his palm against the other man's leg, and he felt a tremendous force surge towards him. The moment the force touched his palm, it was like a firecracker exploding in his hand.

But it was much more powerful than firecrackers. In an instant, he realized that the bones in his hand were definitely broken, and the area was numb and he could no longer move it.

As his body tumbled downwards and crossed paths with his opponent, the sword in his right hand was already slashing towards the opponent's throat.

This was an opportunity, a scenario he had envisioned: after his flying dagger missed, the two would pass each other by.

He discovered that the man's abilities seemed to be primarily concentrated in his feet.

Before the person even landed, the sword light was already heading towards the opponent's throat.

Hua Qianlang remained calm as he extended his hands. Although his hands were not invulnerable like his legs, as long as he could block the sword and suffer a minor injury, he could adjust his strength and then strike down with his feet, making it impossible for his opponent to escape.

His hand reached for Pei Ju's sword, but just as he was about to grab it, the sword suddenly trembled, and three sword shadows appeared. He was startled, and a flash of sword light appeared in his eyes.

He felt a sharp pain in his eyes and immediately covered them, letting out a cry of surprise. As he fell, he kicked his legs toward the spot he felt, but his kicks landed on nothing.

He didn't stop, kicking his feet around like a whirlwind.

He felt a little panicked because his eyes had been blinded and he couldn't see anything.

Suddenly hearing a sound, he immediately kicked in that spot, and then a sword light slashed through the darkness, passing right below his ear. He immediately covered it, as there was an artery there, and his hand was covered with gushing blood. He completely panicked.

"Sir..." Hua Qianlang shouted, but his words were cut short as a sword was plunged into his mouth. He mustered his last strength to kick forward, trying to kill the treacherous boy with one kick, but he still missed.

His strength dissipated rapidly. He was unwilling to accept that he would die at the hands of a professional swordsman from the sewers.

Pei Ju stood there, looking at the burly man in the red vest who was lying on the ground, still twisting and struggling, his chest heaving. He was also very nervous, because he had only been kicked once and one of his arms was already useless. If he had been kicked in the chest, his sternum would be shattered and he would be dead for sure.

But killing the other person also gave him a strong sense of satisfaction.

This gave him a strong sense of confidence and made him feel that no profession can be ranked by ability. As long as you grasp the opponent's weakness, you can kill them with one sword.

At that moment, he looked at the still-closed door and slowly walked over.

The fighting outside has gone on for so long, and the people inside still haven't come out. That means what they're doing inside must be very important and can't be interrupted.

He slowly walked over, slashed with his sword, and the door was split open. Inside, there were many mirrors forming a circular mirror corridor. In this corridor, a figure was carrying a mirror and walking around, with reflections of people following him in the mirrors around the corridor.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ju was shocked. He saw the person in the mirror jump from one mirror to another, and the person walking in the middle moved the reflection of the person in the mirror corridor wherever the mirror in his hand reflected.

When he looked over, the people in the mirror seemed to see him too, and all the people in the mirrors looked at him.

He instantly felt like he was being watched by everyone.

This scene made him realize that the other party had reached a critical moment.

Even though he couldn't move one of his arms, he was still prepared to cause destruction. However, just as he was about to move, he noticed that the person leading the way in the Hall of Mirrors was suddenly pointing the mirror at him.

Without thinking twice, he immediately dodged to the side.

He sensed danger. Although he didn't know what other spells the other party could cast with the mirror, the feeling of being unknowingly trapped in an invisible quagmire was still vivid in his mind.

Just then, he turned around and saw that someone had appeared at the doorway at some point.

When he saw this person, he was stunned, because it was actually himself.

He immediately thought it might be the other person's ability.

Since the other party kept using mirrors, their abilities must mostly be related to mirrors. He immediately thought of the ability [Mirror Image Technique].

The person created by this mirror image technique rushed over the moment he saw Pei Ju, drawing his sword as he did so.

Pei Ju did not retreat. Instead, he leaped up, pushed off the wall, and with a swift turn, slashed his sword across the other man's neck. The man immediately vanished like smoke.

He arrived at the door, but this time he was a little further away. He saw the old man in black robes inside, holding two mirrors. One of the mirrors was guiding the people in the mirror corridor from one mirror to the other.

The other mirror was deep and dark, seemingly unable to reflect any image, yet it reflected the view outwards towards the door.

Pei Ju felt a chill run down his spine and immediately looked away after one glance.

After dodging, the tingling sensation on his scalp immediately subsided. When he was reflected in the mirror, he felt as if he were being stared at by an evil spirit, as if a ferocious beast was on his shoulder, or as if someone was pointing a sword at his brow.

He was certain that the other party must have other spells.

The first thing that comes to mind is the mirror's soul-capturing technique.

This spell can be cast through a mirror, allowing one to capture a person's soul and feed it to the mirror spirit.

However, this spell, which aims to capture a person's soul, often requires a certain amount of time to activate and must be cast for a sufficient duration.

If it's aimed at a spirit, there's no activation time required; it can directly reflect the spirit into the mirror.

Pei Ju didn't know how long it would take for the other person's mirror to capture his soul, but he didn't dare to try again. He dragged his arm out the door.

He was shocked by what he just saw, because there were so many people reflected in those mirrors. He didn't know what would happen if they all came over.

However, this world within the temple belongs to the Pei family, and they cannot be allowed to trespass without permission.

He endured the pain in his arm, went outside, and leaped onto the roof by stepping on the wall.

(End of this chapter)