Over twenty assassins in masks appeared on the high walls surrounding the Zhao Family.
As soon as they climbed onto the walls, they threw their hidden weapons.
Although dozens of hidden weapons flew fiercely, three mbers of the Divine Martial Stage easily deflected them.
The assassins once again threw a bunch of hidden weapons.
It was at this ti that two mbers of the Divine Martial Stage shot up from below the wall like lightning and swung their swords and sabers.
Almost at the sa ti, four assassins had their necks cut off.
The startled assassins fled over the wall. As assassins, their lightness skill was very outstanding.
But the ones they were facing were the Divine Martial Stage.
They were geniuses who had learned the ultimate techniques of prestigious sects and had even received the teachings of absolute masters for the past three years.
Swish!
The sword, which had caught up in an instant, fluttering its clothes, cut down two more assassins. And not to be outdone, the figure that had shot out as if tearing through the empty air also swung a large broadsword and cut off two heads.
Although they missed the rest of the assassins, the faces of the two mbers of the Divine Martial Stage were full of satisfaction.
"Let's go back."
Peng Wuji, who had swung his broadsword and shaken off the blood, sheathed his saber and turned around.
Wei Zhisheng, who had sheathed his sword silently from a distance of about twenty feet, followed Peng Wuji.
"Leader, how long do we have to do this?"
"Are you tired already?"
"It's not that I'm tired, but it's not fun anymore. I thought we would have a good fight when we ca."
"Well, everyone must have had such expectations."
"How about we tell the great hero Mu and attack the Evil Family Fortress?"
"He's not that kind of person."
"Why do you think so?"
"It's an excuse that it's because of the order, and you saw him being anxious that sothing might happen. He's small. His vessel is too small to contain us. Although I'm following him because it's an order from above, it's frustrating."
"Well."
"Are you saying you want to attack the Evil Family Fortress because you're frustrated?"
"You're talking as if you're not, leader?"
"Uh, no."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"That's surprising."
"A tiger is not interested in rats. I was annoyed because they were so annoying, but now that I've found a way, it's out of my interest. Of course, there's sothing I regret. Because Zuo Zimu died. I thought that person was my share, but to think he would just go like that."
"So that was it. You lost interest because Zuo Zimu died."
"That's right. Besides that person, they're just rats."
"Well, besides that old man Zuo Zimu, as the leader said, they're just rats with a knack for running away. That old man Zuo Zimu was also stupid. Why did he go to Yifeng Hall...!"
Wei Zhisheng stopped talking and looked back at Peng Wuji.
And after staring for a while, he asked.
"Leader, by any chance...?"
"That's right. I'm thinking of that. It's amazing that he not only snatched my prey, but also deceived so perfectly. I must face him."
The image of Gwak No, who was standing awkwardly and had a flustered expression, ca to Peng Wuji's mind, whose anger had montarily flared up and then disappeared.
***
"A rolling stone gathers no moss. Yifeng Hall is in that exact situation right now. Originally, it was round. Even the master of the Seven Kill Chamber enjoyed it as a ga. Not to ntion how the Heaven of Killing Emperors would have seen it? They probably wouldn't have even paid any attention. What the Heaven of Killing Emperors was concerned about was the support force that Tianlian would send. But what happened now? Thanks to this friend, the round stone has beco as sharp as an awl. The Heaven of Killing Emperors was thoroughly defeated by it. Not only that, but even the people sent from Tianlian are so sharp that they can't even join hands."
Gwak No pointed at Cho Myung and rambled on.
Although he was usually a man of few words, as he explained his thoughts to those who asked what would happen to Yifeng Hall in the future, he himself got into it and beca talkative.
"Not only the Heaven of Killing Emperors, who had one of the five great guardians defeated, but also the person nad Mu, who had used Yifeng Hall as bait, will all feel like a thorn in their side."
As Gwak No's words continued, the expressions of the ronin hardened.
Because it seed that the situation of Yifeng Hall was more dangerous than they had vaguely thought.
"Are you scared? You must be scared. Hehehehe!"
"Why did you stay, Gwak No, since you know so well?"
"Because I'm old."
"What?"
"Since I've lived long enough, I stayed to see so fun."
Gwak No, who was looking at Cho Myung as he answered.
He soon let out his characteristic laugh and said to everyone.
"If you want to live, everyone, leave Yifeng Hall."
Gwak No's words made the air even heavier.
"But if you want to play in a fun ga that will be a story for generations to co, you can stay. But you have to hold on to this kid. You have to coax him well so that he can never leave Yifeng Hall. As you all know, without this kid, we're just pebbles on the side of the road. Pebbles that anyone passing by can kick. Hehe!"
"......"
Everyone stared at Cho Myung.
With a look full of hope that he would stay.
But Cho Myung had no sense in this area.
He was just staring at Gwak No like a child listening to an interesting story his grandfather was telling.
"Myung."
Ilpyeong called softly.
Cho Myung looked back.
"Yes. Big brother."
"You'll stay, right?"
"What?"
"You'll stay in Yifeng Hall, right?"
"I'm staying."
"No, you'll stay until the fight is over, right?"
"I promised the master. That I would fight with you until we sweep away all the villains."
Ilpyeong's face, which had been subtly worried, brightened up.
"Of course! That's my younger brother! Myung, you're the best!"
"Am I?"
"Yes, you're always the best!"
Ilpyeong, who was shouting with joy.
Cho Myung just stared blankly, not knowing why he was like that.
The other ronin looked at the two with a smiling face.
Of course, so of them also made a troubled face at the more serious situation of Yifeng Hall.
Unlike the excited Ilpyeong, who was like a thoughtless child, Eom Tak and Gwak Gyeong were also in that case. Since their martial arts were so weak, they could not help but worry.
'Myung won't be able to protect everyone...'
'What should we do? We can't just leave Myung and go.'
'For now, there's nothing we can do, so let's just watch the situation.'
'Yes.'
Everyone whispered with the people next to them.
After a long ti, when the whispering subsided, Gwak No opened his mouth again.
"There will be no watchman guarding this building tonight. I've asked the master to do so. So don't worry, and those who want to leave should go tonight."
The advice and recomndation that the experienced Gwak No could give to his juniors was up to here.
That night.
With a rustling sound, four people got up, quietly packed their things, and disappeared outside. Most of the ronin were awake, but no one acknowledged it.
Hoping to see them again sowhere, they silently wished for their good fortune in battle.
***
The vice leader of the Hundred Kill Group of the Heaven of Killing Emperors continued to send his underlings to the Zhao Family's side as Zuo Zimu had ordered. However, when his underlings were killed by the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage, who had found a way to deal with them, he stopped the attack after two days.
But since he could not just stand by, he sent two underlings to the Yifeng Hall side. As a result, the underlings' clothes were hung on the pole.
After that, he did not send his underlings to either side.
As a few quiet days passed like the calm before a storm, a group of dozens of people approaching Guiyang from the east appeared.
It was the Hengshan Sect from Hunan Province.
About fifty elite mbers of the Hengshan Sect, led by the sect master, Li Wenzheng, were marching towards Guiyang.
They camped on a mountain a day before Guiyang.
The Hengshan Sect, which had finished their al early, lit bonfires here and there and lay down their bodies, which had beco tired from the forced march of several days.
It was the ti when the night deepened and tilted towards dawn.
It was when the bonfires were dying down and even the people on watch were dozing off.
In the darkness, people in black clothes that were darker than the darkness approached silently.
The disciples of the Hengshan Sect, who were lying down with their wind-and-rain-proof robes pulled over their heads because the night air was cold.
The people in black, who had stopped at a certain distance from them, exchanged hand signals and then threw their hidden weapons all at once.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
The sound of hidden weapons hitting sothing burst out simultaneously.
But there was sothing strange.
That there was not a single scream.
At that, the mont the people in black were flustered.
Swish!
The darkness was split.
A cold sword light reflected the dim moonlight and suddenly split the darkness.
"Aaargh!"
"Ugh!"
The screams that the people in black had expected ca out of their own mouths.
Seven swordsn had launched a surprise attack on the people in black.
The Seven Swords of Yueyang!
They were the Seven Swords of Yueyang, who were famous as righteous heroes in the area of Dongting Lake and Yueyang in Hunan Province.
Considering the possibility that the Heaven of Killing Emperors or the Demonic Faction Alliance would launch a surprise attack on the Hengshan Sect, which was a support force, they had even mobilized the Seven Swords of Yueyang.
At the sa ti as the Seven Swords of Yueyang attacked the people in black, the disciples of the Hengshan Sect threw off their wind-and-rain-proof robes and shot up.
The hidden weapons were blocked by the thick cotton bundles that had been hidden in the wind-and-rain-proof robes.
"Wipe them out!"
At the sa ti as the order of the Hengshan Sect Master, Li Wenzheng, the elders and elite of the Hengshan Sect launched a wave-like attack and pushed the people in black.
"Aaargh!"
"Ugh!"
The last words of the people in black shook the dawning dawn.
"That's enough!"
A shout that shook the darkness suddenly burst out.
And a thunderous sound of breaking through the air.
Swish!
A roar that tore through the dim dawn completely split the empty air in two.
"Ugh!"
"Aaargh!"
The screams that burst out in an instant were those of the disciples of the Hengshan Sect.
"It's the Great Saber of Chaos! Retreat!"
The Hengshan Sect Master, Li Wenzheng, shouted urgently and ran.
The Great Saber of Chaos, Ga Mogong!
He was one of the five great guardians of the Heaven of Killing Emperors and was the only one who was not an assassin.
Ga Mogong's great saber had a handle that was three feet long, and the blade was also a little over three feet, so it was a long and heavy weapon.
So when he swung it once, it was so powerful that everything in its way was cut and burst.
It was at this ti that the Hengshan Sect Master, Li Wenzheng, was rushing towards Ga Mogong.
"Ugh!"
One of the Seven Swords of Yueyang let out a groan.
"Sixth brother!"
"It's an assassin! A top-class... ugh!"
A cold sword blade shot out of the mouth of the Sixth Sword of Yueyang, who was shouting.
"Sixth-brother!"
"Ugh!"
The mont the Third Sword of Yueyang was startled and ran, the sword was pulled out.
A top-class assassin who was retreating silently.
Grab!
"......!"
The Sixth Sword of Yueyang, who should have fallen, let out a mouthful of blood and yet stretched out his hand and grabbed the clothes of the top-class assassin who had driven him to his death.
And he held on with all his might.
Stab!
The sword of the Third Sword of Yueyang, which had stretched out long, brushed past the side of the Sixth Sword of Yueyang and pierced the lower abdon of the top-class assassin who was trying to escape.
Gush!
When the sword of the Third Sword of Yueyang shot up, it was split long up to the chest, and a fountain of blood gushed out.
"Ugh!"
The top-class assassin was killed, and the Sixth Sword of Yueyang fell with a groan.
"Sixth brother!"
The Third Sword of Yueyang, who was urgently holding the Sixth Sword of Yueyang.
At this ti, there was a sword in the darkness that was aiming for the Third Sword of Yueyang.
The Sixth Sword of Yueyang turned around with his last dying strength.
Stab!
The sword pierced his back.
The Sixth Sword of Yueyang grabbed the sword blade that had shot out in front of his chest and smiled.
The Third Sword of Yueyang, who had widened his eyes, gritted his teeth and swung his sword.
Flash!
The head of another top-class assassin floated up and then fell to the ground.
At the sa ti, the Sixth Sword of Yueyang also went limp.
"I'll kill you all! Aaargh!"
The Third Sword of Yueyang began to run wild as if he had a seizure.
The bloody battle that was running towards the morning was so desperate.
The bloody battle continued for an hour, and it ended when the morning sun rose.
A battlefield filled with blood and death.
Both sides had suffered great damage, and neither side had won.
A lose-lose situation!
Both sides had ended up with a lot of damage without gaining any advantage.
***
"Only the Hengshan Sect Master, two elders, and two of the Seven Swords of Yueyang survived."
"Then are you saying that the elite of the Hengshan Sect were annihilated?"
"It wasn't a complete annihilation, but they say more than half did not survive."
"Oh!"
Mu Yanchou, who had received the report from the ssenger, let out a sigh with a surprised face.
"Was there anything else?"
"He said to hold out for ten days."
"Ten days!"
Mu Yanchou's face was distorted.
Every day was a tornt.
It was not because his body was tired.
It was because the gazes of the people looking at him had changed recently.
Although he did not care about the Zhao Family Master and the Qingfeng Sect Master, who were just a small and dium-sized sect in the border region, the change in the gazes of the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage was a considerable shock.
When he returned to Tianlian, their thoughts about him would be conveyed as they were, so it was clear that his position would be greatly reduced when the era of the Divine Martial Stage ca in the future.
'I showed too much of a wavering appearance!'
He must have been unreliable.
They might think he was not enough to lead them.
'Ha! What should I do about this?'
After sending the ssenger, he sat with his chin in his hand and thought heavily, and there were two ways.
One was to attack the Evil Family Fortress right away and sweep away the assassins of the Heaven of Killing Emperors. If he made such a bold decision, the disappointnt in him would be sowhat resolved.
But he had received an order.
It was to buy ti until the order to withdraw from Tianlian was given.
So he could not engage in an all-out war and settle the score.
In addition, the fact that the Hengshan Sect, which had co to support, and the assassins of the Heaven of Killing Emperors, who had aid for them, had both suffered great damage was helpful to his mission.
Because the Heaven of Killing Emperors would focus on the support force of Tianlian that would be sent again, rather than this place, which was in a stalemate. Because they would not be able to avoid a clash with another support force because of their pride.
In such a situation, he could not do the foolish thing of sweeping away the Evil Family Fortress and turning the eyes of the Heaven of Killing Emperors to this side.
'Then it's Yifeng Hall...'
Yifeng Hall, the culprit that had made the Divine Martial Stage disappointed in him.
All he had to do was to crush them with the reputation of Tianlian and himself and put them under his command. If he did that, the disappointnt in him would be sowhat resolved.
That was the best way, but it was too late now.
Because he had buttoned the first button wrong, he could not crush them with his reputation.
'Should I crush them with force?'
When he thought of crushing them with force, that old man ca to mind.
Since he was an old man who had killed Zuo Zimu of the Heaven of Killing Emperors, he had to be seen as having a martial prowess comparable to his own. He was reluctant to fight with such a person.
Mu Yanchou fell into deep thought, misunderstanding that the person who had killed Zuo Zimu was Gwak No.
An hour of thinking, changing the hand that was supporting his chin.
A thought suddenly ca to him.
Mu Yanchou imdiately called Peng Wuji, the leader of the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage he had brought.
"Did you call?"
"Sit."
"It's okay. Please speak."
To be extrely polite was one of two things.
Either because you respected them that much, or because you did not want to be close.
Peng Wuji was the latter.
Mu Yanchou pretended not to know and said, feigning coldness.
"The order I received when I brought you was two things. To maintain the situation here in a stalemate and to buy as much ti as possible, and to let you gain practical experience."
Peng Wuji just listened as if he had nothing to say.
Mu Yanchou did not mind.
"As for buying ti, it seems it will be enough to just show a ssy appearance as we have done so far, but it has beco difficult for you to gain practical experience. As you have experienced, your martial prowess is too outstanding compared to the assassins."
It was sothing he had done on purpose that he had been wavering.
Of course, they would not believe his words at face value. But they would at least look at him once to see if it was true. That was enough. If he showed a resolute appearance at an appropriate ti, his words would have power.
"As you may or may not know, martial arts are not the only thing needed to manage the world. In a way, political sense may be more important. And politics in the martial world is ultimately to adjust and appease the conflict of interests that arise between sects."
Mu Yanchou, who had said that much, stared at Peng Wuji with a aningful expression. And when Peng Wuji's curiosity was fully revealed on his face, he said in a heavy voice.
"So, I'm thinking of giving you a practical opportunity to exert your political skills."
"......!"
(End of Chapter)
Reviews
All reviews (0)