My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly!-Chapter 112: A Gun to a Sword Fight!

The moment the stone door was kicked open, the sight before them stunned even Gang Ryeong.

"Eh?"

His mind reeled with confusion.

Right in front of him, the hunched man was bound with ropes and completely unconscious.

Meanwhile, the young lady he had seen earlier stood firm, sword in hand, her expression stern.

She radiated a heroic and spirited presence...

like a strong heroine.

Her long white hair, like snow, fluttered in the wind, and her clothes covered her entire body from head to toe, not revealing a single inch of skin.

"This woman is interesting." Gang Ryeong narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t sensed it before, but this woman radiated a terrifying presence unlike anything he has seen in this world until now.

Even Chun Ma didn’t have a strong presence.

"Is she a..."

A terrifying thought bloomed in his heart.

Second-stage Martial Artist!

Or even higher.

This was a realm that Gang Ryeong was uncertain about.

A realm where one’s Will has been completely strengthened by Qi, the power they could output was terrifying.

The brawny green-skinned might look powerful; however, it was likely the weakest among the Third-stage Martial Artists because it didn’t use any martial arts.

When Chun Ma faced that white-masked instructor, he was utterly helpless when that guy used Martial Arts to utilise the Will.

But Gang Ryeong was calm in his heart.

Just as they entered the place—

The woman, the young lady, had already noticed them and was looking at Gang Ryeong with a particular smile on her face:

"You seem quite special."

"..." Gang Ryeong spoke in a cold tone. "You are special as well."

"How am I special?" she tilted her head with a particular smile on her face.

"Strong. The strongest I have seen, except for one particular person."

"Oh?" She raised her brows in amusement. "And who is that?"

"Something you cannot even meet eyes with." Gang Ryeong wasn’t lying, he had met the Heavenly Demon.

How could this woman possibly compare to one of the strongest men in the Martial World?

"I am a Second-stage Martial Artist."

She stood there, smiling.

Gang Ryeong felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him, making him break into a cold sweat.

Still, he shook his head:

"You could never be stronger than him, not even in your dreams."

"..."

For a moment, silence hung in the air. freёweɓnovel.com

The brawny men behind her stared at Gang Ryeong, stunned.

"Hahaha, you’re an interesting one, brat," the young lady smirked, tugging on the ropes that bound the hunched old man. "Aren’t you curious who I am?"

"I don’t want to know," Gang Ryeong shook his head, then glanced at the hunched man. "But I do know this, he must die. Along with everyone involved in creating this cave."

"He’s one of the sub-branch heads of the Shadow Faction," she chuckled.

One of the brawny men stepped forward, frowning at Gang Ryeong’s expressionless face.

"Our young miss is a core disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, Jian Ruxue, the White Snow Sword Maiden. Show some respect and bow, brat!"

"Hmm." Gang Ryeong simply nodded.

"So, I have to kill every single member of the Shadow Sect?" he asked, completely ignoring the man.

"You..." The man was visibly frustrated at being so casually dismissed.

"It’s fine," Jian Ruxue said, waving her hand.

"Yes, if you’re capable enough, then go right ahead and wipe out the entire Shadow Faction. Let me see how you do it."

Amusement curled at the corners of her lips.

Gang Ryeong remained silent for a moment before nodding firmly.

"I will."

Then, without hesitation, he walked slowly toward the hunched old man.

"You can’t kill him. We can get valuable information out of him."

"What if I do kill him?" Gang Ryeong continued stepping forward at a steady pace.

Jian Ruxue’s eyes narrowed.

"I’d like to see you try."

"Okay."

In an instant, Gang Ryeong shot forward, tearing through the air. Starlight glittered in his hand as he punched with all his strength toward the bound man.

But at the last moment, Jian Ruxue appeared, intercepting the strike.

Without a word, Gang Ryeong punched again.

Her sword flashed, blocking it at the perfect angle.

"Hmph." He snorted. A black haze formed around his other arm, solidifying into a sword. With a fierce shout, he slashed down with full force.

"There’s nothing behind your sword," Jian Ruxue said calmly, her own blade moving in a blur of white.

Gang Ryeong’s Aura Sword flickered—and in the next instant, he was sent hurtling through the air, crashing hard against the wall.

He fell to the ground.

Blood spilled from his mouth as he coughed violently.

"Will you give up now?"

Jian Ruxue stood with her sword pointed at him, poised in a ready stance.

Even though he looked weak, just a scrawny kid, she didn’t lower her guard. Her eyes were sharp, filled with vigilance.

’It hurts.’

That was Gang Ryeong’s only thought as pain wracked his body. Every fiber of his being screamed in agony and misery.

But he couldn’t bring himself to give up.

Staggering to his feet, he raised his sword again.

And again.

And again.

He slashed toward her, desperate to touch her, to form the SoulMark.

But his efforts bore little fruit, each strike falling short, meeting only cold steel or empty air.

She was fast and incredibly skilled with the sword, he couldn’t even graze her sleeves.

In the end, Gang Ryeong collapsed to the ground.

With every breath, his injuries worsened.

"Ahhh—!"

He screamed in despair.

His eyes struggled to stay open; his vision blurred beyond recognition.

’I am not Eryke or Chun Ma. I don’t know much about martial arts. Even with their memories, it’s likely impossible for me to form my Will. I have no hope of becoming a martial artist.’

"Do you give up?" Jian Ruxue’s voice cut through the haze.

But—

Gang Ryeong’s eyes snapped open, revealing deep, endless dark pupils like a bottomless abyss.

Slowly, he stood.

His voice cold:

"No."

The black swirling gas shaped like a sword began to shift right before Jian Ruxue’s eyes.

"Aura Spell: Aura Projection."

A simple spell that allowed the user to manipulate their Aura into any shape or form.

It meant Gang Ryeong could create any weapon he desired, as long as he had enough control over his Aura.

Slowly, the dark mass morphed into...

a pistol.

"Huh, what is this thing?" Jian Ruxue asked, clearly surprised.

"You’ll find out soon enough," Gang Ryeong said, aiming the muzzle at her.

His mind raced, focusing on forming bullets inside the weapon.

Jian Ruxue narrowed her eyes: "Alright. I want to see what you can do."

She remained perfectly still, her sword poised, ready to intercept whatever Gang Ryeong might throw at her.

Moments passed as the bullets materialized in his pistol.

Gang Ryeong took careful aim at her.

Silence.

A tense silence before the storm violently broke.

The bullets were ready; with a press of the trigger, he would unleash his attack.

But at the last second, he shifted his aim.

Bang!

A black light exploded from the muzzle, hurtling at terrifying speed, not toward Jian Ruxue, but straight for the hunched old man.

Jian Ruxue was stunned.