Sandra
**Last time on Isle's of Astella: Dragon and Phoenix Festival** *Cheong Myeong had embarked on a journey back to his home on Mount Hua, to participate in the Dragon and Phoenix Festival. He was welcomed back with all arms of his family, teachers, and disciple siblings. How wonderous it was, the first round having 8 remaining people standing. The second round only 4 passing including; Sang Myung-Jin, Namgong Geum, Cheong Myeong, and Tang Myeong In. Now it was time for the semi-finals...*

```"Now in the Semi-finals! The first match will be Mount Hua Sect's Sword Master Cheong Myeong Versus Kunlun Sect's Invincible Adamantine Body Sang Myung Jin! May the warriors step up to the platform please!"```

*This match was an anticipated battle, a battle to see if a new comer can stand up to someone of the Murim realm. The two stepped up to the plate. Cheong Myeong walking up the stairs calmly, along with Sang Myung Jin doing the same but looked rather serious*
Jose
*Cheong Myeong stood on the platform watching the Monk take his solemn steps. Cheong Myeong cupped his hands together bowing deeply towards the Monk. He smiled lightly, keeping a warm and embracive aura around him as compared to before, this man standing before him wasn't someone nor the type to be ingenuine towards others.*

```"Sir Sang Myung-Jin, I greet you on behalf of the Mount Hua Sect. May our match bring me great insights"```

*Then standing back up properly awaiting for his response*
Richard
*Seeing the sight of Cheong Myeong humbling himself before him, he too had to do the same, bowing deeply right after him smiling. Such a fellow has entered the world of the Murim... Amitabha... The world will be shaken in the future when he grows in the future*

```"I am but a simple monk, thank you for gracing me, Sang Myung-Jin, with your presence. As a representative of the Kunlun Sect it is our pleasure, you are welcome with full arms at the door of the Kunlun Sect. May our match bring me closer to enlightenment"```

*Sang Myung-Jin was rather fond of this fellow, kind and genuine, honest and polite, quite the virtuous warrior. Though in this moment, it was when they needed to become serious as they both knew that the battle would begin any moment they chose to move abruptly. Sang Myung-Jin sighed deeply closing his eyes, visualizing himself and preparing his mindset for the battle to come. His aura and presence changed as he rose his left hand forward, taking a step back with his right leg, finally raising a hand and placing in the center of his chest with a closed fist. His golden qi leaked from his body as hit grew wildly.*

```"Whenever you are ready, Sword Master Cheong Myeong, I insist you deliver the first move"```
Jose
*Cheong Myeong smiled as he appreciated the kindness and sincerity in his words. The presence from this man, he felt large and overwhelming, like an impenetrable wall standing in front of him. This will be quite the fun match he thought, as he too began to move into his fighting position. Cheong Myeong unsheathed his sword, pointing it straight at him. His eyes had changed, changing to one that belonged to the murim... A Martial Master of his stature. His pink qi swirled around his body as he released his pressure upon Sang Myung-Jin. Although Sang Myung-Jin could be considered as powerful as a peak level martial artist. The man standing before you was a genuine peak level martial artist, his eyes and fighting spirit raged on wildly, as if a large being peered down upon Sang Myung-Jin.*

```"Sir Sang Myung-Jin, prepare receive my first attack"```

*After he spoke he lunged forward at the man, covering a great distance between the two at an alarming rate. Being about 30 meters away, having already be about 20 meters closer to Sang Myung-Jin. Once arrived, he coated the blade in qi completely, beginning the release of the smell of plum blossoms. He swung twice, once horizontally and once vertically both aimed at his torso. Then he side stepped to the right side thrusting his sword towards the man's side, however this would be a feint, turning the blade around, gripping the hilt with both hands and swinging down upon the monk before him. Each of these attacks moving at quick speeds, hard for most warriors to follow and track at their age.*
Richard
*With Cheong Myeong's advance, the two attacks that came at him he easily deflected, moving his arm in front to slide of redirecting it away. Then when he shifted to the right side, he positioned one arm to block the attack, however he had fallen for the feint. The blade rushing down towards his head, he took a step to the side barely dodging it. Then pulled the sword in towards him, delivering an empowered fist direction to the stomach. Wind blowing out from the back of Cheong Myeong due to the power of the punch alone, sending the man flying about 20 feet away from him. Immediately he followed up with a barrage of palm and fist attacks, his hands being engulfed within a golden light. Delivering about 5 strikes towards the chest, then 5 strikes aimed at his head. While he kept Cheong Myeong occupied, when he released the final palm attack, he cocked both arms back empowering them with qi once more* **Prajana Divine Fist: Double Bell Strike!** *Shooting both arms forward, creating a large shockwave, in addition enough power to fracture Cheong Myeong's ribs it connected*

```"Amitabha, Master Cheong Myeong is indeed powerful and quick, that alone cannot defeat my adamantine body!"```
Sandra
*The strike to the stomach knocked the wind out of him as this man's fists were indeed powerful and true to the name of adamantine body. He was blown away with barely enough time to recover, immediately being assaulted with multiple palm and fist strikes. Cheong Myeong raised his blade and put it flat against his palm blocking 4 of those strikes, managing to dodge and weave under 2, and finally being able to barely parry with his qi infused sword meeting his blade with the man's bare fists. However the last two struck his chest, further injuring him further as he had barely recovered from that first blow that landed. Cheong Myeong tried desperately to regain his composure and ground, but he was once more met with another attack. A powerful attack that may very much end this round if not greatly injure him. Cheong Myeong's eyes had a pink glint within them... His aura changed once more as although it was serious as it was, Cheong Myeong made the decision to take Sang Myung-Jin seriously as the last round was nothing but an easy run.*

```"I apologize Sir Sang Myung-Jin, it would seem I have been discourteous to you. I will change this now"```


**Ultimate Plum Blossom 7 Sword technique, Second Sword: Blossoming Thrust!** *True to its name, it indeed was an ultimate technique. The qi around his blade began to swirl wildly as he took a large step forward. The momentum and swirl of qi grew larger and wilder, the smell of plum blossoms growing exponentially, the plum blossoms around the mount hua sect began to bloom falling and being caught up within the vacuum of the sword. Thrusting it forward, meeting the tip of his sword with Sang Myung-Jin's Fist fists. Cheong Myeong's qi fluctuated, growing large and fiery. The moment their attacks collided, a great shockwave and explosion of smoke erupted from the two's contact point. Within the smoke, the two began to make powerful exchanges from within, causing more explosions to erupt even further. The connections of their attacks were fueled with great force and a great concentration of qi*
Richard
*With the large impact caused he blew him back a few feet as he looked back seeing that Cheong Myeong had rushed at him. Then took lunged forward to meet him face to face and began to deliver blows, exchanging attacks from within the clouds of smoke. Eventually when the smoke cleared, the two were found standing several meters away from each other breathing heavily as the two made serious attacks. With the exchanges, Cheong Myeong had suffered two additional injuries, one being on the left side of his torso, then yet another on his chest. Sang Myung-Jin, although being a body tempering art had its limits against a true sword master. He had sustained dozens of shallow cuts along his arms and chest. However one there was one large cut across his chest. The monk sighed deeply as this time he advanced forward on Cheong Myeong, when met face to face he thrust his palm forward at his right peck, then bringing it back, immediately releasing an empowered fist attack at him.* **Prajana Divine Fist: Enlightened Palm** *However the fist seemed to grow larger as a a large golden palm flew towards the man's face. He took multiple steps back to give him some slight distance before lunging towards the left side of Cheong Myeong.* **Prajana Divine Fist: Golden Lotus Clap!** *There Sang Myung-Jin gave himself some distance as his golden qi engulfed his hands within, clapping together. However golden rings of qi began to shoot out, those qi rings being the attack along with the loud sound attack fluctuating flying towards Cheong Myeong*
Sandra
*Choeng Myeong stood there trying to recover from the attacks he had received. Then saw Sang Myung-Jin charging at him, he allowed for it, a large golden palm growing and racing towards his face. But using the* **5 Blossoming Steps** *A trail of plum blossoms behind followed as he maneuvered under the golden palm. Qi being imbued into his legs as he quickly dipped forward while also turning his body so this have face was facing under Sang Myung-Jin's arm. He immediatel regained his ground being stood up, with the golden lotus clap ringing through the ring. Cheong Myeong responded as he sighed deeply regulating his breathing, beginning to follow a pattern within it. Vapor began to release from his mouth as he stood his ground beginning to swing wildly around him, gathering the wind within his sphere of sword slashes. Plum Blossom Petals began to blow wildly as he began to be sucked into the large vacuum created from that single power.* **Ultimate Plum Blossom 7 Swords, Sixth Sword: Plum Blossom Whirlwind!!!!** *He took a single step forward, then thrusted...2 large drills of wind, pink qi, and plum blossoms swirled powerfully being sent forward clashing against the rings of golden qi and sound... Clashing and making rather rigid and sharp objects scraping against each other... It was rather loud and painful to the ear causing a large explosion of pure qi, the structures around were cut with the plum blossoms, sound attacks, and golden rings causing multiple elders to shield the audience from their wild attacks*

```"Sir Sang Myung-Jin, it is time to end this!"```

*Cheong Myeong smiled rather happily as he was happy to find someone whom he can compete with... He could only imagine how strong this monk before him would become in the near future... Truly a bond has been built between the two that no one could understand, not even his younger sister. As it isn't a bond of brothers, but it was the bond of murim warriors... A bond that would never be shaken...* **Ultimate Plum Blossom 7 Swords, 1st form & 7th form: Blossoming Great Tree!** *As such, he swung once downward, making the main trunk, being a thick pink pillar, then swinging about 5 times more, forming large and sturdy branches stemming out from the pillar. The smell of plum blossoms filled the entire platform, the little ptels forming on the miniature branches, falling down upon them... He sighed deeply as he thrusted his fist forward, punching the large pink pillar... Then it began falling down upon Sang Myung-Jin meaning that this final attack shall be the last in this match that he makes*