Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast-Chapter 420: Cheon-oe-cheon

 An existence that everyone else had given up on moving toward.

Someone who couldn’t even come close to the Goblin King.

Heung Heung, standing near the Goblin King, was filled with nothing but curiosity.

‘The way the magical power gathers and forms a wall of force, creating power similar to the mighty wind when close... This won’t be easy for Bugigul, who’s still recovering her strength.’

The compression is one thing, but the naturalness of it is astonishing.

Such excellent control that it can self-gather without any artificial process is rare.

Normally, mages would feel burdened and release their energy when so much natural energy gathers around them.

Charging.

Gathering energy.

It doesn’t matter what you call it.

But someone capable of achieving this level of control? That’s someone even the Martial Arts Annals doesn’t mention.

‘Could it be a mage about to reach the realm of the half-demon, a level unique to the half-demon?’

It wasn’t just her who felt this curiosity.

The Goblin King, with the crown on his head, looked down at her with equal curiosity.

[Are you struggling?]

Not at all.

[You seem calm.]

Because I am calm.

[Is that so? You’ve answered the king’s challenge with ease, passing it with so much ease that you still have energy to spare. I never thought I would see such a being in the mortal world.]

The Goblin King closed his eyes and began to calm his energy.

It was good that his curiosity was satisfied.

But the curiosity on this side was not yet fulfilled.

Fluff.

Heung Heung floated up, much higher than the Goblin King, lifting herself on a cloud.

The Goblin King was startled by this sudden action and shouted.

[You control nature. This is a power so skilled that even the thousand-year-old tree goblins cannot match. Were you not human?]

It’s fine to be surprised, but the direction was all wrong.

The Goblin King still treated her like a test subject.

That ease ended the moment the magical energy filled the palace and twisted with a “Kuung” sound.

She had gathered it well.

The compression rate was decent.

That part was honestly commendable.

She controlled the energy with just her gaze.

A level beyond the unity of sword and body.

The sword moves with the heart, a level known as the mind-sword unity.

She had reached the realm of the mind-sword, and that was acknowledged.

But the true worth of energy manipulation goes beyond that.

The Goblin King expected more.

‘You can show me more, right? A higher level.’

Until now, the Goblin King had been testing them.

But now, the roles of the examiner and examinee had changed.

In other words, this was the <Silent Swordsman’s Test>.

An unprecedented player had appeared who dared to challenge a raid boss so seriously.

 Players who felt the curiosity and tried to keep up with the Silent Swordsman were immediately sent flying, their screens jumping with the force of impact.

Even those viewers who didn’t attempt to catch up could feel the immense power with their eyes and, overwhelmed, their brains shut down, forcibly logging them out.

It wasn’t just catching up.

It was recognition.

An overwhelming force that made even that impossible.

And surpassing even the Goblin King, the next phase began.

Now, even ordinary players who hadn’t mastered energy felt it.

The mystical energy in the palace began to rotate.

One rotation.

Two rotations.

The enormous energy spun like gears, its massive force visible.

[Stop! That’s the power I gathered!]

The Goblin King was horrified by the energy that had escaped his control.

He had no choice but to be surprised.

Goblins originally had many sources of power:

Objects. Wealth. Spirits. The heavens.

As they neared modern times, these sources became trivial.

But originally, goblins were close to gods.

The Goblin King was the only one to challenge the restoration of that divine power.

He hadn’t relied on pathetic tricks like a magic wand to restrain his talents.

He didn’t foolishly covet the riches of material wealth, nor did he forget his omnipotence.

He hadn’t grown complacent in the final remnants of his omnipotence in the [N O V E L I G H T] realm of spirits, nor had he settled for the cloud-like goblins who were struggling to even master the celestial powers.

He was the strongest of the goblins.

The Sky Goblin.

He was the ultimate of his kind.

Drawing power from all the heavens of the half-demon, he converted fortune and misfortune into the curse of .

The remaining power was stored, training for the day of ascension.

If something could help him, even the executioner of the half-demon would be used as a tool.

But this?

It was a mistake.

He had never expected such strength.

A century.

No, a millennium.

The second demon king, who had his heart stolen by humans.

The first demon king, the true incarnation of violence, from before.

The strength gathered from those distant times.

The accumulated years.

The long history of the goblins was shaken.

[Don’t touch what belongs to me anymore!]

This was not some abandoned scrap or wild weeds.

His controlled power was being taken right before his eyes.

The Goblin King’s eyes widened in anger.

A tremendous force shot out, intending to crush the Silent Swordsman.

He quickly realized his mistake.

This kind of power could not be resisted by a fragile human body.

No matter how powerful the Silent Swordsman was, she was still human.

A single failure of mental training could lead to the attack on their leader, someone who could have been an ally.

She would surely die.

The alliance was over.

There was no choice but to kill everyone else as well.

‘It’s not enough. Not even a millennium of training!’

The disparity between the Goblin King and himself was stark, and he felt it deeply.

Perhaps he was chasing an unattainable dream.

But unlike the executioner’s impossible dream, his own wasn’t so futile.

When dreams clash,

One must fade.

This time, it was the executioner’s dream that faded.

The Goblin King’s dream remained.

Until the day it faces the great demon’s dream.

This dream could soar even higher, beyond the cliff of the sky, toward a future much further ahead.

[!!!]

The Silent Swordsman.

Before she pierced through the gathering of magical energy.

[How... How did you endure that?]

The impact of the energy sent both the porter and Bugigul retreating, stepping back beyond the palace.

The one who was hit didn’t even have a scratch on her.

Her arm, revealing the bare skin of her shoulder, contained just the right amount of power—not too little, not too much.

She was calm.

Even in this state.

Kugung

The flow of energy didn’t stop.

The arrogant gaze asked once more:

Was this really all she had to show?

Such a laughable human.

In an instant, she had turned his carefully held concerns into empty, useless worries.

[Heh heh. Hehe.]

A laugh escaped.

She shouldn’t be laughing.

But she couldn’t help herself.

[Impressive. Truly impressive.]

She had to hold it in.

Such wastefulness wasn’t good.

[To think a millennium of training would be shaken. If you weren’t human, you would be comparable to the legendary demon-fox of the past.]

But she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

The pride she felt was overwhelming.

Kuguguguung

The energy that had been rotating like a gear.

Now it spun in several layers, each in different directions.

The gears interlocked, and the flow of energy shook the entire palace, blatantly provoking him.

[Can you handle this?]

[If you accept this challenge...]

The veins next to the Goblin King’s eyes bulged.

[Can’t you hold back anymore?]

His true feelings.

The full power without restraint.

A strength so immense it could bring the heavens to their knees, shaking the entire palace and even the inner sanctum.

Kuwoooong

The Goblin King regained control and unleashed his full power, breaking through the resistance between the interlocking energies and restoring control over the energy.

Gotcha.

Just as expected, a much more immense pressure was felt in a vast range, many times greater than before.

[Heaven above heaven.]

The entire inner sanctum.

He granted a huge range of power and then surrounded it with an even larger outer defense.

The flow of energy, as the Silent Swordsman controlled the clouds and suppressed them, her precise energy manipulation seized control of the field and shaped a double net of encirclement.

Having witnessed this enormous display of power, the Goblin King spoke.

[You’ve won. I admit defeat. Return the energy.]

As soon as he declared his defeat, the clouds of the Taegeuk pattern spread across the sky and scattered.

 HahahahaSo, who’s the boss now?This field is now mine.Give me the clouds.Give me the energy.The Silent Swordsman isn’t even selling anymore, just taking it all.

The viewers, who were thrilled just by receiving the recognition from the field boss, were now left in awe, unable to keep up with Heung Heung’s constant advancement.

While others would applaud for simply running, she was flying in the air, performing aerial stunts far ahead.

There was such a gap in skill that comparing her to other players or streamers felt almost insulting.

‘Disappointing.’

Even after achieving such an incredible feat, she couldn’t hide her disappointment.

‘To gather such power and yet not step into the natural realm of the heavens.’

The Goblin King, bound by the incomplete realm of nature, couldn’t even think of reaching beyond it.

Compared to the Silent Swordsman, who had controlled far more power with a fraction of the energy, his results felt pitiful. Even the Goblin King himself realized this.

[You have defeated the Goblin King.]

[The Goblin King, who failed your trial, feels humiliation and shame.]

When this appeared in the system message,

everyone realized.

The control of this field had passed to the Silent Swordsman.