Huai Tianpei strikes at the Grandmaster's flank, cutting off his retreat.
Record Keeper
The Grandmaster stays still and strikes back with equal force, cutting off Huai Tianpei's attack.
The outcome is already clear... who could take nine hits from this man?
If he is a rock, then he is not facing a bigger rock, but a deep pool.
A pool with many rocks at its bottom.
How can one defeat Kung Fu itself?
But he is still standing.
Huai Tianpei digs deep into the sand, focusing his mind and breath, breathing out, breathing in.
Then, he holds up his fists again.
Move a mountain to fill a lake. If the pond cannot be filled, it only means that the rock is not big enough.
Huai Tianpei
(Coughs blood)
I lost.
I lost?
Record Keeper
Round... 10.
The Record Keeper's ink brush stops.
He does not know how to record this.
It could not be simpler. Punch, hit, separate. No forms, no variations, just force against force, like two children fighting over food.
The only difference is that they are fighting over victory.
He has never seen Grandmaster wince in pain. Until now.
Wind.
Record Keeper
...The Grandmaster has won.
Chongyue
......
Huai Tianpei
(Coughs blood)
Huai Tianpei
Hahaha!
Huai Tianpei
Hahahahaha!
Chongyue
Looks like you weren't concerned with victory or defeat.
Huai Tianpei
How could I not be?!
Huai Tianpei
You're the First Under Heaven.
Huai Tianpei
But all it took was forty years for me to get the upper hand on you, once. Another three hundred and sixty years, and I'll beat you and become First Under Heaven!
Chongyue
True, you would likely surpass me, if you had another three hundred years.
Chongyue
But how can a mortal live that long?
Record Keeper
It's true that some people have lived three centuries, using Originium Arts to extend their lifespans.
Record Keeper
I doubt that would be possible for Mr. Huai, however.
Chongyue
You're the First Among Men. No need to wait three hundred years.
Record Keeper
Grandmaster... Mr. Huai has fainted.
Chongyue
......
Chongyue
Take him back to the barracks. Treat his injuries.
Jieyun limps towards a small mound by the nomadic city's route.
The grave is new, with a few poplars on each side that she planted to mark the place. Fortunately, it is close to where she thought it would be; the city has not traveled far.
She bows down and places the sword at the grave.
Jieyun
I said I would bring the sword back. I did it.
Jieyun
I went to the forge, saw the blacksmith, and the old pagoda tree.
Jieyun
The city is very different from how I imagined.
Jieyun
Is that a place that can be called 'home?'
Why are people not afraid to live on a great, moving plate?
They're not afraid that a Catastrophe would destroy their houses, not afraid that they won't have food or water.
Jieyun
I don't understand.
Jieyun
I don't understand the people in the city, or you, who left the city.
Jieyun
I don't understand what kind of person he is.
He is brave, strong, invincible.
He is foolish, pathetic, alienated.
You held his sword. You were close to him.
......
The voice feels far away. Is someone speaking to her?
The borders have been peaceful lately. Things should be fine even if I'm away for a while.
Such a hurry?
Chongyue
Your condition... and that of some of the others, they can't wait.
Chongyue
Just because there's no doctor who can treat it doesn't mean there's no one in Yan. If there's no one in Yan, perhaps there's another in these vast lands...
Chongyue
I have a brother who may be able to do it.
Chongyue
Take care while I'm away.
You're not a doctor. Why don't you ask what the patient wants?
My days may be numbered, but I want to see other places with the ones I have left.
All I've seen in my years at Yumen is sand as far as the eye could see. I want to travel, while I can still ride a burdenbeast.
To see Shangshu's famous mountains, taste Jiangnan's famous fresh water chestnuts...
With someone, hopefully.
Chongyue
You're sick. You need to stay put...
What do you know about being sick? You've never been sick or injured, have you?
Not only that, we've known each other for so long, but I've never seen a crease appear on your face.
We're not the same.
Chongyue
......
Chongyue
I'll be leaving. Don't think too much. Get some rest...
Why are you sleeping on the walls, Miss Ling?! A Catastrophe is coming. Get down and get to a shelter.
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
Leave this to us.
Ling
What's the situation?
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
The Four Guardians have been deployed, as have the sand filters and Originium scrubbers. They are Yumen's first and firmest line of defense.
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
Given the size of the cloud formation, however, the Four Guardians will not be able to completely shut the storm out. Dust and Originium particles that get through will form a secondary storm.
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
The scale would be equivalent to a small Catastrophe.
Ling
......
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
Following the evacuation, all the plates on the east side have been retracted to avoid impact, but the plates of the inner city are immobile and will be impacted by the secondary storm directly.
Ling
How many are you?
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
The Imperial Astronomical Bureau has twelve casters stationed at Yumen.
Ling
How are you deployed?
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
Six here, six in the inner city.
Ling
Are six enough to protect the inner city?
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
The Lord Exorcist has deemed both locations critical.
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
The Imperial Astronomical Bureau will do its best.
Ling
......
Ling
Go to the inner city. Leave this place to me.
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
......
Ling
The danger is the same. Go.
Ling
Last time I saw a scene like this was decades ago, when I first came to Shangshu.
Ling
Yumen doesn't have brews as refined as Husong and Guixing, but Liedaozi is good stuff. Heavens, look at the scene you're treating me to.
The sand sluices have never been asked to churn so much sand, even with Yumen at full speed. With the city stationary right now, running the sluice dams at full power without the normal offloads would result in very high wear...
Patrol Battalion Soldier B
No time to think about that!
Patrol Battalion Soldier B
If all the sand and Originium dust that the Wind Aegis block piles up in front, it's going to swallow Yumen's foundation, jamming the whole city.
The sky has broken. Gravel and rock beyond reckoning clash, roll and rub against each other in the maelstrom, screeching like metal on metal.
The storm bears down on the tower, then hits a wall of Arts.
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
Hold your ground!
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
Form up!
Lin
That's the secondary storm after it passes through the Wind Aegis?
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
Mr. Lin! What are you doing here?
Lin
Lending a hand.
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
We can handle this. You should go back.
Lin
To where? How am I supposed to get my afternoon nap when there's a commotion like this out here?
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
......
Lin
The Originium scrubbers in the inner city can stop the particles from spreading, but the impact of the storm itself must be met with Originium Arts.
Lin
One more warm body.
Lin steps forward.
He has already taken off his coat.
Lin
I've manipulated sand for decades. I might as well find a coffin to sleep in now, if I can't make myself useful at a time like this.
Lin
Or are my little tricks just a burden to the great Tianshis?
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
...Just be careful, sir.
Imperial Astronomical Bureau Caster
Make way for Mr. Lin!
Lin
That's right.
Lin YΓΌhsia
Dad! I've been looking for you...
Lin
Perfect timing, YΓΌhsia.
Lin YΓΌhsia
You're hurt!
Lin
Will that get in the way of anything?
Lin
Watch. You still have much to learn when it comes to Arts.
The storm converges again in mid-air and approaches once again. Dirt and rocks spin chaotically on the outer edge, while the air has been so compressed at the center that sparks are flying.
The heavens roar, then silence.
A wall of sand rises, filling every gap in the wall of Arts, pushing it slowly but steadily forward. One meter, three meters... ten meters.
Lin stands at the center of the casters, a great tree that budges for no storm.