The actor who had played the role of Cao Cao was taking off his makeup. Behind him, the curtain was quietly drawn, and the old man with white hair who had almost bumped into Zhuge Yeon a little while ago entered the tent.
"Deputy Commander. It is Eumro."
The actor who was taking off his eyebrows, the deputy commander of the Dark Shadow Brigade, Kang Yigeun, stopped taking off his eyebrows and turned his body.
"The brats from the Orthodox Justice Alliance ca by?"
"Yes. That's right."
Kang Yigeun showed curiosity.
"How were they?"
"They were just brats."
Kang Yigeun's face contorted.
"Is that all? Is there nothing else?"
"I'm sorry."
Eumro bowed his head. However, Kang Yigeun still had a dissatisfied look.
"This is a matter that the Dark Shadow Brigade has taken on. There should be no mistakes. You should have looked more closely."
Eumro's eyebrows, who had bowed his head, twitched.
'You young bastard!'
If he put his mind to it, he could have smashed his head with just one finger. However, he did not dare to do so. It was because the solitude that was firmly established in his dantian controlled his actions. So Eumro had no choice but to bow his head once more.
"I'm sorry."
Kang Yigeun nodded.
"If you understand, then it's fine. Raise your head. By the way, is Yangro doing well?"
"That's right. Not even an ant will be able to escape."
"Good. I like it. There will be no variables, right?"
As Eumro hesitated and hesitated to answer, Kang Yigeun's gaze beca sharp.
"Is there a variable?"
Eumro, who was his face contorted, soon nodded.
"Among the group that ca to support from the Orthodox Justice Alliance, there is a man nad Johwasim."
"Johwasim? Johwasim..."
Kang Yigeun, who was quietly repeating it, nodded with a face that said he finally understood.
"It was the Mount Hua Sect, right? They said he was the best swordsman in Shaanxi."
"That's right."
"He ca?"
"Yes."
"Is he difficult to deal with?"
"That's not it."
If he was alone, it would be one thing, but with Yangro, Johwasim was no problem at all.
Kang Yigeun tilted his head.
"Then why?"
"He knows our faces."
Kang Yigeun let out a groan.
"I'll have to kill him."
"That's right."
"But that's difficult."
It was because he should not make the matter bigger if possible. It was still too early to make them have a sense of vigilance. It was important to drag out the ti a little more and gnaw at them.
"What do you think? Do you think it will be difficult without the two of you?"
"There will be so damage."
"To what extent?"
"At least a third..."
Kang Yigeun's eyes widened.
"That much?"
"You shouldn't put them on the sa line as the riffraff who are called masters in the martial world. You know by looking at us, don't you?"
"We're not going to kill them all, we're just going to catch one, but still?"
"That's right."
"Hmm..."
Kang Yigeun let out a groan without realizing it.
However, if he thought about it, it was also sothing that was understandable. Even just to subdue the Eumro in front of him, at least twenty mbers of the Dark Shadow Brigade would have to stick to him.
In particular, if the Yin and Yang couple were together, it could not be guaranteed even if fifty mbers of the Dark Shadow Brigade stuck to them.
'Indeed... that's why that person is so concerned about the martial world.'
Kang Yigeun looked at Eumro again.
It was because he, who did not know much about the affairs of the martial world, had no choice but to rely on Eumro's experience.
"What should we do?"
"Well. It would have been good if we had killed him today, even if we had to overdo it..."
Kang Yigeun sighed at the sight of Eumro, who was trailing off.
It was because he had not known that the matter he had tried to handle quietly would beco this big.
"What can we do now that it has already beco like this? Tell
another way."
"There's no other way now. Unless those brats co out again like this ti, we have no choice but to kill them all or face them while taking damage."
Kang Yigeun's brow furrowed.
It was because he felt that Eumro was sohow enjoying this situation.
However, since he had committed a sin, he could not rebuke him any further and waved his hand.
"You may go now. I'll think about it."
However, Eumro asked one last thing.
"Um... the timing of the attack?"
"Let's do it as planned. It's two days later."
"I understand."
***
It was already the main gate of the Iron Palm Sect. Zhuge Yeon, who was chattering next to him, said with a disappointed face.
"We're here."
Moyong Gi, who was smiling faintly, flinched for a mont and stealthily turned his gaze.
At that sight, Zhuge Yeon tilted her head.
"Why are you like that?"
"Huh? It's nothing. By the way, don't you want to take a walk a little more?"
"A walk?"
"Yeah. Not far. Let's just go around the Iron Palm Sect a few more tis."
"Hmph. You're not even interested."
Zhuge Yeon pouted her lips. It was because she rembered Moyong Gi's indifferent face the whole way back to the Iron Palm Sect.
However, as Moyong Gi began to move his feet, she quickly followed and chattered again.
"By the way, why were you like that earlier?"
"What?"
"That old man earlier? He was about to fall, why didn't you let
help him."
"Ah, that?"
"Yes."
Moyong Gi, who was looking around, glanced at Zhuge Yeon and said.
"What should you be careful of in the martial world?"
"What should I be careful of in the martial world?"
"Yes."
"The elderly, children, and won?"
"You know well."
Zhuge Yeon's brow furrowed.
"Then was that old man approaching with bad intentions?"
"Well. What do you think?"
"What do I think? Hmm..."
Zhuge Yeon used her head. Her pretty pupils rolled around. Although it was a sight that would shake the hearts of many n, Moyong Gi could not pay attention. It was because his mind was elsewhere.
After going around the Iron Palm Sect three tis like that, he was finally able to achieve his goal.
'I think there are more than I thought.'
It seed that quite a few personnel were deployed around the Iron Palm Sect. Although it was impossible to find them all, he was able to roughly grasp the location where the guys were gathered.
'At least twenty, at most thirty.'
It would be the personnel who were monitoring the Iron Palm Sect. With that, he was able to once again clearly know the enemy's intention.
'They're really determined.'
At this point, it was safe to say that they had no intention of backing down.
All that was left was a bloody fight.
'Let's think about it for now.'
When Moyong Gi was about to cross the main gate of the Iron Palm Sect, Zhuge Yeon opened her mouth again.
"I don't know."
"What?"
"Whether that old man was an enemy or not."
He had said there was nothing, but he had been thinking about it all this ti. It was a good attitude.
Moyong Gi, who felt satisfied, decided to give Zhuge Yeon a small gift.
"Shall I give you a piece of advice?"
"What is it?"
"When you judge a person, you should look at their feet. Whether they are a martial artist or not."
Of course, there were also cases where that was not the case. It was because in the case of a professionally trained assassin, even that could be deceived.
However, in nine out of ten cases, that was enough.
"Ah!"
Zhuge Yeon let out a gasp. She was indeed smart. She had understood Moyong Gi's words at once.
"Then was that old man a martial artist?"
"Well. What do you think?"
"Instead of doing that, just give
an answer. Was that old man a martial artist? Huh?"
However, it was still too early for Zhuge Yeon to handle.
Moyong Gi just smoothed it over with a smile.
***
If he had had his comrades from before his return, he would have been able to co to a better conclusion.
But now he was alone. He had no comrades with whom he could discuss things with an open mind.
It was because Myung Jin and Zhuge Yeon, whom he thought he could trust, were still lacking in skill, and he could not have faith in anyone else.
So the conclusion he had reached after contemplating alone was not much different from the beginning.
'I'll strike first.'
Moyong Gi decided to change the battlefield.
To have a favorable fight, it was best to face the enemy at the Iron Palm Sect. However, the purpose of this fight was not to win against the enemy, but to ensure that there was no damage to the Iron Palm Sect.
So he decided to have a slightly unfavorable fight.
'Actually, it's not that unfavorable either.'
Hitting and running, a tactic called guerrilla warfare when viewed on a larger scale of war.
That was what Moyong Gi was best at. It was because it was sothing he had done day after day before his return. There was nothing like guerrilla warfare for a small number to win against a large number.
'But...'
His decision was already firm. However, Moyong Gi, with a face contorted, did not readily move his feet. It was because he was not keen on it.
'Is there no one else?'
It was a conclusion he had reached after a long period of contemplation. It was difficult to find another suitable person.
Moyong Gi, who had sighed, eventually stood up from his seat and left his residence. Myung Jin, who was swinging his sword in the yard, looked at Moyong Gi.
"Where are you going?"
It was Myung Jin, who had not even joined the outing that everyone had gone on, saying he was training. He had a great desire for martial arts. And as much as that desire, his skills also grew rapidly.
Moyong Gi looked at Myung Jin with strange eyes. However, he soon shook his head.
"It's still too early."
At the sudden words, Myung Jin's brow furrowed.
"What is?"
"There's sothing like that. Don't worry about it and just train hard..."
Moyong Gi trailed off for a mont.
'Indeed, his skills are sufficient.'
If it was the current Myung Jin, he would be able to do his part sufficiently. Although it was not to the extent that he had entered the realm of superiority, his skills were not lacking to be entrusted with sothing.
It was not a matter of facing the emperor's great army like before his return, and if it was a fight of this extent, his skills were more than enough to participate.
However, Moyong Gi had no choice but to put aside the thought of dragging Myung Jin in. It was because it was not a matter of competing in martial arts, but of killing people.
'I can't take him with the pretext of gaining experience.'
Moyong Gi licked his lips. And then, leaving behind Myung Jin, who was full of questions, he moved his feet again. Before long, a familiar voice ca to Moyong Gi's ears.
"Hah! Hah!"
It was Baek Unseol. The splendor of the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Art shone in Baek Unseol's hands.
'Hoo.'
It was better than he had thought. It was because the essence of the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Art was faintly revealed in Baek Unseol's splendid movents.
He thought, 'As expected.' Although Johwasim's personality was a ss, his skills were certain.
"What is it?"
Johwasim, who had recognized Moyong Gi, opened his mouth first. At Johwasim's voice, Baek Unseol reacted first.
"Yes? Huh?"
Baek Unseol, who had recognized Moyong Gi, blinked her eyes for a while and then her face contorted.
"Gi, you!"
She was certainly pretty. Along with Zhuge Yeon, she had a face that lived alone in the world. Moyong Gi grinned and raised his hand.
"Hello?"
"Are you saying that as if it makes sense now! Where do you think you are, coming here!"
Baek Unseol shot a venomous look at Moyong Gi. However, Johwasim waved his hand and stopped Baek Unseol.
"Unseol, you may go now."
Baek Unseol's eyes widened.
"Yes? But Master!"
"I said you may go."
Baek Unseol looked at Johwasim with dissatisfied eyes, but as if she did not have the courage to disobey, she soon began to move her feet.
When Baek Unseol had completely disappeared, Johwasim looked at Moyong Gi again.
"What brings you here?"
Moyong Gi looked at Johwasim as if he was exploring him. Fortunately, he did not feel any grudge towards Moyong Gi from Johwasim's face. Although he had not completely shaken off his uncomfortable feeling, it was not to the extent that it would be a problem.
And that was enough. It was because as long as he wasn't going to stab him in the back, there was no problem in working together.
Moyong Gi, who had nodded, finally opened his mouth.
"How is your body?"
(End of Chapter)
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