A ferocious beast like the one that would tear apart the heavens and the earth in all directions, and an emperor who arrogantly looked down at the enemy in front of him.
In the eyes of Banjeok Myeong and Namgung Hwang, who were glaring at each other, a fierce killing intent was burning.
It was Banjeok Myeong who moved first.
He could no longer endure the impulse to kill Namgung Hwang.
Banjeok Myeong, who shot forward like a thunderbolt and a flash of lightning.
The mont Banjeok Myeong shot forward right in front of him, Namgung Hwang opened his eyes wide and unfolded the sword techniques of the Emperor's Sword like a storm.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
The absolute sword power shredded Banjeok Myeong's whole body.
Banjeok Myeong did not avoid it.
Following his instinct, he stretched out his fist towards the center of the Emperor's Sword, which was rushing in.
Spurt, spurt, spurt!
Banjeok Myeong's arm, which was stretching out fiercely, was split open and blood spurted out. It seed as if his arm bone would be cut and his upper body would be split into several pieces.
Banjeok Myeong clenched his teeth and stretched out his fist to the end.
Thwack!
A clash that shook the heavens and the earth burst out.
To his astonishnt, the Emperor's Sword of the Namgung family, which had shaken the martial world for hundreds of years, was blocked by one punch.
But this was not the end.
Banjeok Myeong, who kicked the ground and rushed like a flash of lightning towards the staggering Namgung Hwang.
Thwack!
The Iron Mountain Strike, which he had trained to the extre in the Ten Thousand Peaks Forest, struck Namgung Hwang's body.
"Ugh!"
Namgung Hwang, who let out a groan and was sent flying back.
He drew his hand sword, which was waving with a strong qi, towards Banjeok Myeong, who was shooting in again.
But Banjeok Myeong, who had lowered his stance and avoided it even while rushing in. And he approached in one go and his fist shot up.
Namgung Hwang moved back frantically and tilted his head back to avoid it.
At that mont, Banjeok Myeong's hand, which had been spread wide, tried to grab Namgung Hwang's chin.
Namgung Hwang's hand sword cut Banjeok Myeong's arm.
Banjeok Myeong, who withdrew his arm and spun like a top.
As his elbow aid for his side head with a fierce speed following the rotation, Namgung Hwang pulled his hand sword and blocked it.
When his right elbow was blocked, Banjeok Myeong struck up with his left elbow like a thunderbolt. When that was also blocked by Namgung Hwang's hand sword, he struck again with his right elbow.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
His two elbows alternately poured out a fierce attack.
Namgung Hwang kept stepping back and blocked frantically.
There was no foot attack in the Hundred Strikes Art. The two feet just stepped on the ground like a thousand-year-old tree and beca a support for the fierce attack. But Banjeok Myeong clearly rembered the mont that had driven him into a crisis in the fierce battle with the Cold-Blooded God.
Thwack!
A sudden third attack struck Namgung Hwang's lower abdon.
It was Banjeok Myeong's knee. Since he had shot it up like a thunderbolt while pouring out a fierce attack with his two elbows, even the great Namgung Hwang could not block it.
The mont the knee attack hit properly, Banjeok Myeong's two elbows poured out an even fiercer attack. Namgung Hwang, who barely endured the extre pain that shook his lower dantian and blocked frantically. But as if not to miss the opportunity, Banjeok Myeong's offensive beca even more ferocious.
His two elbows struck indiscriminately, and then suddenly a fist attack swept in, and then it was followed by an elbow attack again.
A stormy, wave-like offensive!
Namgung Hwang frantically blocked with his hand sword.
But at so point, Banjeok Myeong suddenly disappeared from his sight.
'Lower body!'
Namgung Hwang reflexively stepped back. But he could not move both his legs at the sa ti.
Thwack!
A shock that broke a bone struck his left knee.
Namgung Hwang, who had sensed a crisis, drew his hand sword down with all his might.
Thwack!
Banjeok Myeong, who had shot up like a thunderbolt and had received Namgung Hwang's hand sword with his shoulder, that is, the Iron Mountain Strike.
His shoulder bone was shattered.
But he had t the perfect mont.
Namgung Hwang's hand sword was repelled, and one of his legs had lost its function.
Besides, the two were so close that their breaths could touch.
Thwack!
Namgung Hwang's head was bent to one side by the fierce attack of the elbow, the Mountain Crushing Elbow.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
Namgung Hwang's head, which was being bent left and right frantically. His only arm had lost its will and was drooping. Blood spurted out every ti his elbow struck. His two eyes had lost their reason and were unfocused.
Grab!
Banjeok Myeong, who had grabbed Namgung Hwang's face.
"Why! Why! Why! Why did you do that!"
He shouted until the veins in his neck burst, and he rushed, grabbing Namgung Hwang's face.
Thwack!
A huge tree broke with a crack when Namgung Hwang's back of the head hit it squarely.
Banjeok Myeong did not stop.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Banjeok Myeong, who had broken three huge trees and continued to rush, crashed into a rock the size of a house with all his might.
Thwack!
With a roar, the rock split into two. And in between, Namgung Hwang, whose skull was shattered, was drooping.
"You're the ones who made like this! You're the ones who made like this!"
Banjeok Myeong shouted as if he were venting his resentnt.
Although he had killed one of the six heavens of the Orthodox Faction who had done a cruel thing to him, nothing had changed. The mory of his hellish childhood remained in his head.
***
Chengdu, Sichuan Province.
Chengdu was the central city of Sichuan Province.
All the human and material resources of Sichuan Province headed to Chengdu.
Since the entire Sichuan Province was in the form of a huge basin, the tendency to gather in the center, Chengdu, rather than outside, was stronger than in other provinces.
Besides, Sichuan Province was nearly twice as large as Guizhou Province.
Since it was geographically adjacent to Gansu Province and Qinghai Province, which served as gateways to the Western Regions, it was a much larger and more active place in terms of comrcial scale than Guizhou Province.
"So the Demonic Path Alliance has decided to take over Sichuan Province."
"What if the Sword Saint of the Blue Sky moves directly as he did in Guizhou Province?"
"Don't worry. Although he gave up Guizhou Province because the Sword Saint of the Blue Sky moved directly, Sichuan Province will be different. Because the Killing Lord, one of the seven lords of the Demonic Path, has decided to co himself."
At the words that the Killing Lord would co himself, everyone's faces were filled with joy.
"Then what is our job?"
"We will pressure the Shen Family Fortress, which is quite famous in Chengdu, and draw in the Qingcheng and Tang families. Then the Killing Lord will co and smash the two at once."
"It seems you have a plan, please tell us in more detail."
"There is a brat in the Shen Family Fortress who belongs to the Divine Martial Stage. I don't know what happened, but he hasn't returned to the Divine Martial Stage for several months. We will touch that brat and see blood. If so of your kids are beaten by that brat, I will use that as an excuse to step forward and pressure the Shen Family Fortress. Then how will the Shen Family Fortress react? They will have no choice but to ask for help from the Tang family or the Qingcheng."
"Ah!"
It was a conspiracy that was taking place sowhere in Chengdu, Sichuan Province.
***
The road from Tangchang, Gansu Province, to Sichuan Province, passed through Mianyang and Deyang and eventually entered Chengdu.
Banjeok Myeong, who had arrived in Chengdu along that road, stopped at an inn and had a late lunch.
Banjeok Myeong, who had ordered four servings and had eaten them all by himself, sat blankly by the window and just looked out at the street.
People laughing and talking.
Looking at such people, he thought, 'That is happiness!' What he wanted was just to live like that. To live, laughing and talking with the people of the Hua Family Clinic. To dig for herbs, to learn dical skills from Hua Yunhui, and to live, helping sick people.
But reality did not allow that easily. To live such a life, he had to prove that he was above the six heavens of the Orthodox Faction. Killing the Sword Saint of the Blue Sky was largely due to luck. The fact that he had only one arm was a great advantage for him. If he had had two arms, he would surely have been able to block his close-range attacks more effectively.
'Anyway, it's certain that I can fight with the six heavens of the Orthodox Faction. Then that's enough.'
Banjeok Myeong shook off his thoughts about Namgung Hwang there.
But at this ti, he heard a familiar na in his hearing, which had surpassed human limits.
"The brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect are harassing the young lady. Hurry and inform the young master!"
"What about you?"
"Since young lady Eun Soso, who is a friend of our young lady, is also with her, we must also inform the Eun Family rchant Guild!"
"Ah! Hurry and go!"
As soon as he heard the story of Eun Soso, Banjeok Myeong pushed his chair and shot up, flying out of the window.
At that commotion, the owner of the inn ran up, startled, and shouted.
"You brat! Give the money! Where are you going!"
Swoosh!
Sothing that had flown in through the window headed towards the owner of the inn.
When he caught it in a daze, it was a purse.
Thud!
"Ugh! You scared !"
The man, who was running in a hurry, was surprised by sothing that fell in front of him and fell on his buttocks.
When he lifted his head, Banjeok Myeong asked urgently.
"Where is it?"
"What?"
"Where is Eun Soso!"
***
Eun Soso and Shen Yutang were friends who had grown up together, bickering since they were young.
Although the two, who had turned twelve, had begun to exude the scent of young girls, they were still young. Even if they were black-hearted n, they were far too young to be the target of harassnt.
Nevertheless, to harass them ant one of two things.
Either there was another reason, or they were perverts who liked young children.
Fortunately for Eun Soso and Shen Yutang, the brats who were surrounding them were not perverts. Unlike when they had made a hostile atmosphere by making explicit remarks at first, they were now just standing around them.
'What is it, it's as if they're waiting for sothing, or soone!'
Eun Soso noticed that the brats who had harassed them had so other ulterior motive.
Since she was young, she had followed her dad on his business trips to the Western Regions, had heard nurous stories, and had seen various situations, so her ability to judge situations had been cultivated.
'What should I do? If I were alone, I could sohow escape, but Yutang doesn't know martial arts.'
Eun Soso knew how to do martial arts quite well.
She had diligently learned the martial arts of her family since she was young. She was confident that she could handle four or five of the brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect who were surrounding them now. So if she were alone, she thought she could knock down a few of them and escape. But she was not confident that she could protect Shen Yutang and escape with her.
For that, a number that was well over twenty was too many.
Eun Soso hid the fact that she knew martial arts and acted as if she were scared with Shen Yutang, and just observed the movents of the brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect who were surrounding them.
'Either Yutang or I am the real hostage. It can't be both. Who are they aiming for? Dad? Or uncle?'
Eun Soso kept thinking.
But she could not figure out anything just from the appearance of the brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect who were just surrounding them.
"Hey. Her house is the Shen Family Fortress. Her older brother is Shen Wuren, who is known as the genius of the land of Sichuan. Do you know the Divine Martial Stage? He even learned a very strong martial art there."
At Eun Soso's words, most of the brats flinched and looked back.
But the leader was not. He twisted his lips and chuckled. As if it were ridiculous, or as if he already knew.
'It was Yutang! They're trying to get sothing from the Shen Family Fortress by taking Yutang hostage!'
Eun Soso accurately realized that their target was not her and the Eun Family rchant Guild.
'Then since Yutang is needed as a hostage, they won't be able to attack her severely. Should I try to break through?'
Eun Soso looked over the twenty-six brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect.
Since they were all brats who were just arrogant in the back alleys, she was confident that she could handle them. But no matter how she thought about it, the number was too many.
'No. Let's wait until the adults co for now.'
Eun Soso patted the back of Shen Yutang, who was holding on to her and was scared, and whispered in a low voice.
"Don't be scared. It will be okay when the adults co."
"Soso, will it really be okay?"
"Of course. When your older brother cos, those people are finished. You also know. How great your older brother is."
"Y-yes. But these days, he doesn't even train his martial arts and is cooped up in his room..."
Eun Soso quickly covered Shen Yutang's mouth.
"It's okay. Your older brother is an adult. He must have his reasons for doing so."
While Eun Soso was comforting Shen Yutang, the leader of the brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect looked back. And he grinned. As if it were fun.
It was when Eun Soso felt a sense of unease at that smile.
From sowhere, a sound of a heavy rock falling to the ground was heard.
At first, she just let it pass without much thought.
But after a short while, it was heard again. With a bigger sound. And after a few breaths, it was heard again. With an even bigger sound.
'Huh?'
Eun Soso turned her head.
The brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect also turned their heads one by one, starting with the leader.
Thud!
A sound that was clearly closer.
The mont even Shen Yutang, who was trembling with fear, turned around with a face that said 'What is it?', a person shot up high over the roofs of several houses in the distance and then flew towards where they were in one go.
"Wh-what!"
"Th-th-th-th!"
While the brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect were flustered, a person who had crossed dozens of feet as if flying through the air fell in front of everyone.
Thud!
The ground shook and the accumulated snow created a ripple.
The leader of the brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect knew that he was a master they could not even handle. But he smiled. The order he had received was to harass the girl nad Shen Yutang and to be beaten up by soone from the Shen Family Fortress, whether it was Shen Wuren or soone else.
Of course, he had no intention of being beaten himself.
Because if he was hit wrongly by a master, he could beco a cripple. So he intended to just talk so nonsense and then order his underlings to attack. If his underlings were beaten up, he would just run away.
The leader had a plan for all that.
"Are you the brat nad Shen Wuren, this woman's older brother?"
The leader asked.
But the unidentified young man, Banjeok Myeong, approached with a swagger.
"Hey, if you don't want to see these won get hurt, stop there."
The leader said.
But the mont his words ended, Banjeok Myeong moved.
The mont he felt him move, he suddenly appeared in front of the leader and stretched out his fist.
Thwack!
The leader's nose was crushed.
A nosebleed gushed out.
The brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect could not even think of rushing in because the leader was no match for him in one punch and were frozen.
"I've seen you in the Ten Thousand Iron Sect. Did the master of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect order this?"
Banjeok Myeong asked.
There were faces he had seen when he had gone to the Ten Thousand Iron Sect with Hua Sochen for Biyun's matter.
The brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect could not answer and just looked back at the leader, who was bleeding from both nostrils, and avoided Banjeok Myeong's gaze.
Banjeok Myeong grabbed the leader's head and lifted his face.
"You tell ."
"W-we just thought the young ladies were so pretty...!"
The leader could not finish his words.
Because Banjeok Myeong had thrown him.
"Get lost."
At Banjeok Myeong's words, the brats of the Ten Thousand Iron Sect ran away like a startled pack of rats.
"B-big brother!"
Eun Soso's voice was heard.
Banjeok Myeong looked back.
"Big brother Myung!"
"That's right."
Banjeok Myeong smiled brightly.
"You ca to save !"
Eun Soso was heard.
Banjeok Myeong was caught in a daze.
But he imdiately pushed Eun Soso away.
"B-big brother?"
"Soone is coming."
Only then did Eun Soso, who had noticed that Banjeok Myeong was staring at one side, also turn her head.
And a mont later.
A person ca running with a swift movent like a swallow flying over the water.
With a sword with a blue blade in his hand.
The lightness skill he was running with was so nimble that it was quite stylish. But the montum he was pouring out with his disheveled black hair was so vicious that he was like a demon.
"B-big brother..."
The mont Shen Yutang muttered pitifully.
Shen Wuren, who was running viciously like a demon, stopped.
"Hoo, hoo!"
Shen Wuren, who was panting.
His gaze was fixed on Banjeok Myeong's face.
With a killing intent that was exploding like a volcano.
(End of Chapter)
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