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Cultivating in a Cringey Erotic Novel – Chapter 19

.。.:✧ Victory ✧:.。.

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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I walked towards the dueling platform, sighing inwardly as I listened to the elders’ cheers.

My feelings were complicated.

‘I just got back, and now I have to fight again?’

The climb up Mount Hua had taken a toll on me.

The Southern Peak prodigy, who had already fought multiple matches, was likely tired as well, but that didn’t make my situation any better.

Thud, thud-

As I walked onto the platform, a hush fell over the training grounds, followed by whispers.

“…Isn’t that Eun Ha-seong?”

“Can he win?”

The lower-ranking Mount Hua disciples murmured anxiously.

I wasn’t close to them, but I still felt a duty to uphold the sect’s honor.

I stepped onto the platform and looked at my opponent, trying to maintain a semblance of courtesy.

He bowed.

“…I haven’t seen you before. If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you been at Mount Hua?”

I replied casually,

“Hmm… less than a year? I’m not sure. I don’t really keep track of time.”

“…Impressive.”

I caught a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

He’d sensed my level of cultivation.

I chuckled.

“The same could be said of you.”

“What…?”

“Once one’s talent reaches a certain level, the duration of training becomes irrelevant.”

“…!”

He looked impressed.

“Indeed…!”

“Shall we begin?”

While it was customary to use formal language with members of other sects, I found myself slipping into informal speech.

I felt a strange sense of camaraderie with him.

“I am Yoo Seong-ho of the Southern Peak Sect.”

“Eun Ha-seong of Mount Hua.”

He bowed, his fists clasped.

I returned the gesture perfunctorily.

‘Yoo Seong-ho… if I remember correctly, he’ll earn the title of Heavy Sword Dragon and become one of the Seven Dragons in the original story.’

He was a minor character in the novel, destined to be defeated by the protagonist and lose his position among the Seven Dragons.

Lost in thought, I almost missed his next words.

He looked at me with clear, steady eyes.

“I’ll make the first move!”

“Hmm.”

I was slightly impressed by his unwavering resolve.

He must have been exhausted from his previous matches, yet his determination remained firm.

I reconsidered my initial annoyance.

‘This could be a good experience.’

It was a chance to gauge the skill level of a prodigy from another sect.

I smiled faintly and took my stance, watching his movements intently as he charged towards me, sword raised.

Whoosh!

‘He’s fast.’

I was slightly surprised by his speed.

The common misconception about Southern Peak swordsmanship was that it was powerful but slow.

But Yoo Seong-ho’s attack defied that expectation.

‘Now…!’

As if waiting for this exact moment, a thunderous sound erupted.

Boom!

A blinding light burst forth from his sword, like a rising dragon, reminiscent of a sunrise.

The sheer force and pressure of the attack were overwhelming.

Even I, accustomed to deflecting blows with ease, felt the weight of it.

‘I have no choice but to meet it head-on.’

The thought calmed me.

A hush fell over the training grounds.

I swung my sword.

A triple afterimage, like a cascading waterfall, met his heavy blow.

Boom!

The ground trembled.

“Hmm…!”

“Amazing…!”

The elders murmured in astonishment.

The Southern Peak disciples, who hadn’t anticipated any resistance, were equally stunned.

“What…!”

“The very air is trembling…!”

Only those who understood the nuances of my counterattack could grasp its true potential.

Even I was impressed by Yoo Seong-ho’s skill.

He continued to press his attack, his sword relentless.

I offered a grudging compliment.

“…Indeed, you are worthy of being called the future best swordsman of the Southern Peak Sect.”

“Haaaa!”

He didn’t seem to hear me, focused entirely on his attack, his sword striking like a hammer against a rock.

His relentless assault ignited my own fighting spirit.

Swordsmen, when they met a worthy opponent, often became like madmen, driven by a shared passion for the blade.

I understood his obsession.

‘He’s a sword maniac…!’

Clang, clang, clang!

I unleashed a flurry of attacks, like exploding firecrackers.

Yoo Seong-ho gritted his teeth and countered with a desperate move.

Our swords clashed again.

“…”

“Hah… hah…”

After an unknown amount of time, Yoo Seong-ho was panting, while I remained relatively calm.

I’d been about to end the match, but I was curious about the swordsmanship he’d used.

“What was that technique you just used?”

“…My swordsmanship?”

“Yes. The one that felt like a giant boulder crashing down.”

He smiled faintly.

“The Thirty-Six Swords of Heaven.”

“…!”

“It’s a basic technique taught to all Southern Peak disciples.”

I nodded slowly.

“…At its peak, one could attack or defend from all directions, manifesting their will through the blade.”

“Hmm…! Indeed.”

“But I haven’t reached that level yet.”

I mused, having gained a new insight.

Yoo Seong-ho, regulating his breathing, looked at me with the same unwavering gaze.

“Your swordsmanship… still holds some reserves.”

“You noticed.”

“If you don’t mind, could you show me your true skill? Witnessing your swordsmanship, so different from my own, might help me break through my current limitations.”

“You seek instruction from someone your own age?”

I looked at him intently.

He shook his head.

“I’d do anything to become stronger…!”

“…”

His earnest plea made me smile.

“I agree.”

“…!”

He seemed momentarily surprised by my use of formal language, then grinned.

“Let’s enjoy this.”

“Indeed.”

A plum blossom fragrance filled the air as a soft light emanated from my sword.

Hum-

The tip of my sword vibrated, the energy within reaching its peak.

Yoo Seong-ho’s eyes widened.

“Sword Qi…!”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not at all…!”

He looked almost ecstatic, as if he’d just received a revelation.

“I’ll do my best.”

“You should.”

I chuckled and drew a diagonal line in the air with my Qi-infused blade.

Swish!

“…!”

The speed of my attack was beyond his comprehension.

He barely managed to dodge.

Or so it seemed.

As my blade grazed his ear, drawing a graceful arc in the air, time seemed to slow to a crawl.

I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear,

“…It was an enjoyable match.”

“…!”

“It would have been a better fight if we were both at our best. It’s a pity.”

Thwack!

Before my whisper faded, his body flew through the air.

He’d focused all his attention on my sword, leaving himself open.

He thought I was using my full strength, with sword Qi and all, but I still had plenty in reserve.

I’d kicked him in the stomach as I swung my sword.

“Gah…!”

Thud, thud-

He rolled off the platform and onto the ground.

“Uh… Uh…”

The examiner stared blankly, unable to process Yoo Seong-ho’s defeat.

I glanced at him, grinned, and raised my sword, channeling my energy as I addressed the crowd.

“Who’s next?”

My voice echoed through the training grounds, filled with an almost overwhelming power.

It was a challenge to anyone who dared to face me.

“…”

No one stepped forward.

I stood alone on the platform, victorious.

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Mastering the Sword in a Smut Novel

Mastering the Sword in a Smut Novel

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Status: Ongoing Type: Artist: Released: 2022
I was transmigrated as a common extra in a generic wuxia novel. "...I suppose I'll have to get stronger first before I can do anything at all." I refuse the fate of acting out like the original and ending up defeated by the protagonist. Silently, I gripped my sword.

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Setanta
5 days ago

Absolute cinema

Johnson ponraj
Reply to  Setanta
4 days ago

yws

Johnson ponraj
3 days ago

Show off

AdmiralAnderson
3 days ago

I dunno what to feel. Kinda feels forced a bit. And I still don’t know how to feel about making a murim story where all the major sects literally don’t have their signature techniques.

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