Assassin.
Those who secretly take soone's life.
Assassination, poisoning, etc., they do not care about the ans and thods as long as they can kill the opponent, so ordinary martial artists tremble and curse them, but they are extrely wary.
But they are specialized only in the technique of taking soone's life silently without revealing their identity, so they only show their power in the darkness of the night, and if their identity is revealed and it is broad daylight, they are helpless.
That was why the leader of the Hundred Kill Group was defeated with one punch.
But that was only the story of the low-level ones.
If it was a top-class assassin like Zuo Zimu, the story was completely different.
Soone had said so.
That all rivers flow to the sea, so no matter which path you take, you will eventually all gather in one place.
That's right.
If you hone and polish the skills of assassins, you will eventually enter the stage of ascension.
People like Zuo Zimu were just such a case.
How many people in the land of Guiyang could protect their own lives even if they knew that Zuo Zimu in front of them was an assassin?
Unless they were strange people who were secluded sowhere, there were none among those known to the world.
That was Zuo Zimu's confidence.
But it is said that you should look before you leap.
Zuo Zimu waited until dusk fell and darkness descended, and then he finally moved.
He went to the main gate of Yifeng Hall at a ti when the human eye, which had enjoyed the brightness of the day, had trouble identifying objects.
"Is there no one?"
Zuo Zimu frowned.
He had to announce his arrival, but there was not even an ant at the main gate of Yifeng Hall.
Yifeng Hall, realizing that the enemy they were facing was the assassins of the Heaven of Killing Emperors, did not deploy ordinary martial artists at the main gate, day or night. Because it was too dangerous.
"Tsk!"
Zuo Zimu, who was already very angry, beca even more angry that there was no one, and he first broke the pole on which his underlings' clothes were hung.
And when his anger did not subside, he lifted his foot to kick the firmly closed main gate with all his might.
But it was at this ti.
"Don't do it!"
It was a voice that was clearly heard from inside the main gate.
And it was a sound that was heard from far away. But the mont the words ended, a breath was heard right beyond the main gate.
"What brat is it!"
Zuo Zimu shouted in surprise.
At that mont, the main gate slowly opened.
Zuo Zimu was wary and stepped back. A person was visible through the slowly opening gap in the door.
It was Cho Myung.
"It was you!"
Zuo Zimu realized it as soon as he saw Cho Myung with the intuition of a master.
That Cho Myung was the hidden master.
So he widened his eyes fiercely and shouted.
Although his montum was very murderous, Cho Myung did not mind at all and ca out and then firmly closed the main gate. It was to prevent the other people inside Yifeng Hall from being hard because he felt that Zuo Zimu was strong.
"You don't sll, old man?"
"Sll?"
"Yes. The assassins all slled the sa."
"......!"
What sll was he talking about?
This was a very important issue for the Heaven of Killing Emperors.
Because the identity of the assassins could be revealed because of the sll.
"What sll are you talking about!"
"It's a very foul sll. But are you the leader, old man?"
"Just finish talking about the sll. Then I'll kill you without pain."
"Why are you killing ? That's a bad thing. And did I do sothing wrong enough to die?"
Cho Myung's face, who was asking back quickly, changed.
Seeing the old man who was going to kill him, the old n called the Six Orthodox Heavens who were trying to kill him on Mount Tai suddenly ca to mind.
"Hanging my underlings on a pole is a deed worthy of a hundred deaths. So just talk about the sll. Then I promise... ugh!"
Zuo Zimu was talking and then he was startled and flew his body back.
Cho Myung had suddenly rushed in and stretched out his fist.
Zuo Zimu's reaction speed, who had reflexively retreated, was great. But Cho Myung's speed was not sothing he could avoid just by stepping back.
Thwack!
Zuo Zimu was sent flying with his mouth wide open and then he rolled on the ground a few tis and fell.
Zuo Zimu, who had been stretched out like that, lay there for a while.
"It's really... amazing."
"It's not amazing, it's bad."
"Really..."
Zuo Zimu slowly got up.
Zuo Zimu, who had shaken his head once and shaken off the shock that had even shaken his head, stared at Cho Myung in the darkness that had now completely set in.
"I won't be fooled by your young appearance. I will use all my strength."
Zuo Zimu dropped his two arms.
He was in a state of being as calm as if he had t a life-and-death enemy.
Cho Myung approached such a Zuo Zimu.
Although it seed he was approaching defenselessly, Cho Myung's senses were wary of Zuo Zimu's whole body.
When he got to a certain extent, Cho Myung kicked the ground and shot out.
At the sa ti, Zuo Zimu's two hands also moved quickly.
Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick!
The sounds of cutting through the darkness in a bunch rushed at Cho Myung.
Thud!
A heavy sound was heard from where Cho Myung had been standing.
Cho Myung, who had been rushing towards Zuo Zimu, had suddenly retreated.
The hidden weapons that had flown in a bunch hit the main gate of Yifeng Hall with a loud sound.
"Wait a minute."
Cho Myung, who had suddenly retreated, began to take off his top.
Zuo Zimu was about to attack again, but he stopped.
Because it was a priority to secure the distance where his attack power could exert its maximum power. And he was also curious about what Cho Myung was doing now.
Cho Myung took off his top and looked at it here and there.
"This is sothing my master left , but it's so torn."
"Just your clothes are torn? You should be glad you don't have a hole in your heart!"
"I know that too. That if you fight, your clothes will be torn, you'll get hurt, and you might die. But I want to wear it for as long as possible. Because it's my master's heart."
"Ha!"
Zuo Zimu let out a long sigh.
He did not know what he was doing in the middle of a fight.
But he could not just stop here.
After taking a long, deep breath, he raised his fighting spirit and killing intent again.
At this ti, Cho Myung, who had placed his clothes on the main gate wall, stood facing Zuo Zimu.
"Let's go again."
He really went again.
He walked with a swagger as before and then suddenly kicked the ground and rushed in like a flash of lightning.
Flick, flick, flick, flick, flick!
The hidden weapons that Zuo Zimu had thrown flew at Cho Myung in a bunch.
Surprisingly, Cho Myung did not avoid them.
When he was hit by a few before, only his clothes were torn, and he did not get a single wound on his body.
In Cho Myung's eyes, Zuo Zimu was a considerable master.
He was the owner of a prayer that was stronger than that of the Yifeng Hall Master, Yu Bicheon.
But even the hidden weapons that such a person had thrown could not even scratch his body. He ca to know a little more about how much his body could endure today.
"You brat!"
Zuo Zimu, who was stretching out his right hand, shouting a killing intent-filled shout at Cho Myung, who was breaking through his rain of hidden weapons.
A sword with a blue blade stretched out in a straight line towards Cho Myung's lower abdon. Since it was a blow aid at the center of the body, it would be impossible to avoid in a situation where he was rushing in with all his might.
It was one of the techniques that Zuo Zimu, who had a wealth of fighting experience, often used in close combat.
Cho Myung did not avoid it.
He rushed straight in a straight line and then suddenly stretched out his right hand.
And after brushing past Zuo Zimu's sword that was stabbing his lower abdon, the mont his arm and Zuo Zimu's arm crossed, he lifted his hand.
At that, Zuo Zimu's arm was pushed, and the sword that was about to stab Cho Myung's lower abdon lost its direction and moved away.
'No way!'
Zuo Zimu's left hand, which had already prepared two moves, aid for Cho Myung's neck. The sharp fingertips of his outstretched hand beca a sharp throwing knife and stabbed Cho Myung's neck.
But at that fleeting mont, Cho Myung's position suddenly changed.
He had moved one step further from the position where he was facing Zuo Zimu and had moved to a crossing position. The problem was not just that.
Zuo Zimu's head was sharply bent back.
Cho Myung's right hand, which had pushed away Zuo Zimu's right arm holding the sword, shot up as it was and struck Zuo Zimu's lower jaw, and it did not stop there and grabbed it.
At that mont, Zuo Zimu's vision tilted rapidly.
Zuo Zimu, who had sensed a crisis, hurriedly moved his feet and tried to find his center of balance, but Cho Myung's movent was faster.
He had stretched out his right foot deeply and had tripped Zuo Zimu's foot.
Zuo Zimu, who had lost his balance and was tilting back.
Before he could do anything more, a strong force slamd his head on the ground.
Thud!
Zuo Zimu was stretched out.
It was the exertion of the secret technique of the Hundred Strikes Art, Heaven's Collapse.
***
Zuo Zimu opened his eyes because of an unfamiliar touch.
Zuo Zimu, who had painstakingly rembered what had happened to him even though his head was throbbing as if it were breaking, widened his eyes.
"Wh-what are you doing!"
Zuo Zimu shouted.
That was all he could do now.
Soone had pressed his vital points, so he could not even move a finger.
"Don't you know when you see it? I'm stripping you."
The person who had answered nonchalantly was none other than Ilpyeong.
Ilpyeong was stripping Zuo Zimu's clothes with an excited face, like a mischievous child.
It was also Ilpyeong's idea to strip the clothes of the assassins who had co before and hang them on a pole.
"Before I break your head, you'd better stop!"
Zuo Zimu shouted with a blue face.
At that mont, Ilpyeong's hand stopped.
And he looked at Zuo Zimu.
"You're going to break my head?"
"That's right!"
Ilpyeong, who had been staring with blinking eyes, soon held out his head to Zuo Zimu.
"Here."
"......!"
"Didn't you say you were going to break it?"
"Do you really want to die!"
"Yes. I want to die. This situation where I'm being threatened by an old man who can't even move a finger! I don't want to live anymore! So break it or pull it out!"
"Y-you, you!"
"Don't just grind your teeth, break it! Here, here!"
Ilpyeong lifted Zuo Zimu's hand and placed it on his head.
Zuo Zimu, whose vital points were properly suppressed, could not even move a finger, so he was just furious.
"You can't? Ha! Then there's nothing you can do. I'll just do my thing, so don't interfere."
Ilpyeong began to strip his clothes again.
"Stop, stop it!"
"I'm the one who should say stop! Do you want to gag you to be quiet!"
"Bring the master! I am Zuo Zimu of the Heaven of Killing Emperors. Hurry and bring the master of Yifeng Hall!"
"Ah! So you were Master Zuo."
"You brat! I am Zuo Zimu, one of the five great guardians of the Heaven of Killing Emperors!"
"......!"
At the words 'five great guardians', Ilpyeong stopped what he was doing and quickly stepped back.
"Weren't you just a first-class assassin?"
"I am Zuo Zimu. Tell the master of Yifeng Hall that I want to see him."
If he was one of the five great guardians, he was too big a shot.
One that a small and dium-sized sect like Yifeng Hall could not handle.
Not to ntion that Ilpyeong was a third-rate wandering ronin. So he could not help but be startled to the point of his heart sinking.
"W-wait a minute!"
Ilpyeong disappeared outside as if he were running away. And a mont later, Yu Bicheon and Cho Myung and the others ca running.
"Are you really Guardian Zuo?"
"That's right. I won't ask for anything else in this state. Just kill ."
It ant that he did not want to suffer the humiliation of having his clothes stripped and hung on a pole.
Yu Bicheon could not do that.
Since his underlings would know that Zuo Zimu had co here, if Zuo Zimu died here, the Heaven of Killing Emperors would not just stand by.
And Yifeng Hall did not have the strength to handle the anger of the Heaven of Killing Emperors.
Although there was Cho Myung, who even Zuo Zimu was no match for, he alone could not protect the entire Yifeng Hall.
If the Heaven of Killing Emperors decided to attack, the only one who would survive would be Cho Myung.
'Ha! What should I do!'
He had caught too big a fish.
A big shot that Yifeng Hall could not handle at all.
Only Cho Myung did not know what the problem was and had a puzzled look.
Yu Bicheon, who saw such a Cho Myung, felt the need to tell him the truth as it was.
"Young hero Ban."
"Yes."
"Yifeng Hall is a weak sect. Very weak."
Yu Bicheon, who had started the story like that, explained the reason why he could not carelessly handle a big shot like Zuo Zimu.
"I'm not afraid of dying. But as the leader of Yifeng Hall, I can't turn a blind eye to the deaths of the masters."
Cho Myung, who had heard all of Yu Bicheon's last words, had a stiff face.
"Is that the sa reason why you didn't kill the assassins you had captured so far?"
"That's right."
"It's unfair."
"......!"
"You killed the people of the Seven Kill Chamber."
"......"
"It's really unfair."
Yu Bicheon could not say any more.
It was not because he felt it was unfair as Cho Myung had said, but because he was disappointed in himself for being so weak that he could not even handle the enemy he had captured.
"You're a really young brat!"
It was Zuo Zimu who suddenly interjected and said.
Cho Myung turned to him with an angry face.
"You were a real kid, not an old man who had achieved rejuvenation!"
After being completely defeated by Cho Myung, he had thought so for a mont.
That the opponent who had defeated him was a strange person who looked like a child after achieving rejuvenation.
Because that was the only way it made sense.
Although his ability was not even in the top hundred masters of the world, he was not at a level to be defeated by such a young brat. He, who was one of the five great guardians of the Heaven of Killing Emperors, was not that weak.
"He was a real brat!"
Zuo Zimu went back and forth between a dumbfounded face and a surprised face.
In his eyes, Cho Myung looked to be at most eighteen years old. In his eyes, which were good at judging people, he was a face that looked to be only sixteen or seventeen.
"Fair? That's good. But let ask you. Are you being treated fairly? And are you treating people fairly?"
Zuo Zimu asked.
His face was cynical.
(End of Chapter)
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