Single-Instant Blade Chapter 60 : Blade Teeth (5)

“Look at this guy?”

Seori Hyeonggae repeated the words he had said a while ago.

The guy nad Ah Geol was getting more and more interesting.

Until a while ago, the guy’s blade was shabby. From the perspective of the central plains martial world, he was a considerable master, but from the perspective of a Single-Instant Sect disciple, he was a novice who was far from being able to hold a blade.

The guy imitated the old martial arts quite well.

Originally, the Single-Instant Blade of the previous generations was supposed to be buried. The disciples would see the Hundred Sword Blade. They would see the hundred martial arts that their master demonstrated. They would find their own path by referring to them.

His senior brother, himself, the dead Dongbak… they had all seen the sa Hundred Sword Blade.

But it seed that his master had shown this guy a different martial art. It seed that he had not shown him the Hundred Sword Blade, but had shown him all the Single-Instant Blades of the previous generations. If so, it ant that the Single-Instant Blade of the previous generations had not been cut off, but had been passed down through the Single-Instant Sect Master.

‘A foxy old man!’

The three senior and junior brothers had not known at all that the Single-Instant Blade was being passed down.

It didn’t matter if they knew. Seeing the Single-Instant Blade of the previous generations now would not be of any help. It was a foolish act to throw away the Single-Instant Blade that you had painstakingly cultivated and to take soone else’s Single-Instant Blade.

Ah Geol was doing such a thing.

Perhaps because he didn’t have his own blade, he used the Single-Instant Blade of the previous generations. He didn’t even execute it profoundly. He just barely imitated it. He just imitated the forms without even grasping the true aning contained in the martial art.

Of course, even with that level of martial arts, you could walk around with your shoulders held high in the martial world.

But as expected, you couldn’t beco a master by just imitating.

If you t truly strong people, people like the Single-Instant Sect disciples or Heo Dogi, you would be shattered in an instant.

But… it was quite different now.

The blade that had cut down the Ghost Register Seven Traces did not contain any imitation. He had killed them only with his own blade.

There was no form in the blade.

No matter who looked, they could not distinguish what kind of form he had been hit by. Although they could explain in which direction the blade had flown and how it had cut off his life, they did not know what kind of form he had executed.

They could not guess the change in the middle at all.

This was proof that Ah Geol was creating his own blade.

In that short ti… it had only been a few days, but had he gained so kind of enlightennt in that ti?

No. Martial arts did not improve like that.

The only truth that existed in martial arts was that you could not achieve it if you did not train. Martial arts were not trained with the head. You had to use your body.

Then how did such a thing happen?

Ah Geol had obtained his own blade!

But because he was not confident in himself, he would take out the old martial arts when he t a master. Because he had the confidence that he could face the Ghost Register Seven Traces even with his eyes closed, he had used his own blade without hesitation.

“Huhu! Huhuhu…!”

Seori Hyeonggae laughed, harboring a strong killing intent.

Seeing Dongbak’s death, he had thought that he had been hit by a stroke of bad luck, but in fact, Ah Geol and Dongbak were almost on the sa level. And Ah Geol was tense, and Dongbak was loose.

It was natural that Dongbak had died. He had by no ans been hit by a stroke of bad luck.

Seori Hyeonggae stood up, leaving the body of the Ghost Register Seven Traces where it had died.

A martial artist did not need a grave. The sky was the ceiling, and the ground was the floor. The place where you lay down with your two feet stretched out was your grave. It was polite to throw the body whose soul had left as food for the wild dogs.

Seori Hyeonggae did not look back at the dead.

Even if the dead were not his subordinates but his parents and brothers, he would not have built a grave for them.

“Where is this guy now?”

He asked coldly.

Swoosh!

A Ghost Register Seven Trace raised his hand and pointed beyond the mountain.

“How long has it been since he left?”

The ghost showed one finger.

“One two-hour period?”

He nods his head.

It had only been one two-hour period since the guy had left. If he ran fast, he could catch up before a stick of incense burned. Even if he followed slowly with leisure, he could et him before the sun that had risen to the middle of the sky set.

“Catch up as fast as possible. No matter how late, we’ll et after half a quarter of an hour. Guide !”

Shwiiit! Shwiiit!

As soon as the order was given, the Ghost Register Three Traces shot their bodies forward.

They had already caught the tracks of Mongseol’s group. They had been itching to chase them as soon as possible. They also wanted to avenge their colleagues.

* * *

“Are they chasing?”

“Yes.”

“Can you face them?”

“Do you want to be honest?”

“Never mind. What answer could be more accurate than that? What do we do? It ans we’ll be caught if we run away like this.”

Mongseol bit her lower lip.

Ah Geol had nothing to say.

He had made a lot of preparations to draw out Dongbak’s carelessness. The fight had not ended in a short ti either. Although the engagent had only lasted for a mont, he had spent four days for that mont.

Seori Hyeonggae was incomparably stronger than Dongbak, and moreover, he could not even make the preparations he had made for Dongbak.

He could clearly see what would happen if he t Seori Hyeonggae.

“Dig a hole!”

Mongseol said, looking at the elders and the twelve assassins.

“There’s no ti. It’s only a matter of ti before we’re caught. So even if you can’t dig a lot of holes, prepare a fatal one. Hurry!”

The Drunken Flower Garden assassins were always worried about their escape route.

Due to the nature of their profession as assassins, being chased by soone was a common occurrence. So they constantly studied ways to cut off the pursuit.

Digging a hole was one of them.

In a word, it ant setting a trap. It ant catching the hunter who was chasing them as if they were catching a beast.

Sasasat! Sasak!

The Drunken Flower Garden assassins moved busily.

They set up a wire in the grass. Even if you touched it slightly, a shower of flying needles would pour out.

They sharpened a tree branch and planted it in the ground. Since they were small tree branches, they couldn’t inflict a serious wound, but it would be a hindrance to operating a movent technique.

They also set up snares.

Originally, they would bury a striking weapon that could inflict a fatal blow behind the snare, but since there was no ti and nothing prepared, they just made a simple snare.

This alone would serve the role of holding their feet for a mont.

They did not think that they would fall for such a simple trap. They were too much of a master for that. The ‘hole’ that the Drunken Flower Garden assassins used was for pursuers who rushed in hastily. But they thought it was enough if they could slow them down even a little by seeing these things.

It was a race against ti.

The ti to set the traps had to be much faster than the ti it took for them to slow down. If this side was late, the act of digging a hole itself would be a suicidal act.

* * *

Swish! Tak!

When the ghost touched the bushes with a tree branch, a shower of flying needles poured out as if it had been waiting.

Tatatatak! Tatatatatak!

The flying needles struck the place where the ghost had just been standing.

“Child’s play.”

Seori Hyeonggae frowned.

This kind of play was quite annoying. It was very annoying to deal with them one by one, but he couldn’t not deal with them.

“Move!”

Seori Hyeonggae stepped forward.

Shwiiit!

He galloped forward without hesitation.

Tatatatak!

The flying needles poured towards him. But none of them touched his body. The flying needles could not even touch the hem of his clothes.

Parararak!

The blade stirred the air. It deflected all the flying needles. It cut the snares, and trampled the tree branches with a thousand-pound weight. It advanced, crushing everything like an angry wild boar.

Shwaaaek!

Seori Hyeonggae ran out like a leopard.

* * *

Heejuk!

The Ghost Register Three Traces twisted their lips and smiled.

Their facial muscles were so stiff that they could not make any facial expressions. So they always looked expressionless. They had the sa expression when they were angry and when they were happy.

The sll of the Drunken Flower Garden assassins began to grow stronger.

It was not a feeling. They actually slled the Drunken Flower Garden assassins. They didn’t need to deliberately flare their nostrils to sll them. Their scent stimulated their sense of sll.

A woman emitted a unique body odor.

It was a unique sll created by the combination of sweat and flesh, and it was quite different from the sll that n emitted.

This kind of sll was not slled with martial arts. It was so clear that even an ordinary person who was sensitive to slls could imdiately detect it. Especially if there was a woman on her period in the group, the sll would be even stronger.

Now, they could chase Mongseol’s group even with their eyes closed.

Swish!

A Ghost Register Three Trace raised his hand and pointed ahead.

“They were right in front of us. Huhuhu!”

Seori Hyeonggae laughed.

The figure of a person could be seen ahead. They were diligently installing sothing on a tree, and it was clear at a glance that it was a woman.

Swish!

A Ghost Register Three Trace held the blade stuck in his waist.

Those won, they were going to catch them themselves.

“Go!”

Seori Hyeonggae ordered with a laugh.

Shwaaaek!

A blade suddenly shot out from between the tree branches. Only the blade was visible, not the person.

The blade aid for the woman. It aid for her nape and rushed in. In that instant,

Pat!

The woman who had been setting the trap disappeared in an instant, like a bursting water bubble.

The ghosts’ blades, the dark blades, flinched.

They had lost their target. The fact that they had lost the one they were attacking ant that this side was in danger.

They had to dodge! But where? You had to know where the enemy was to be able to dodge skillfully. You couldn’t just jump out recklessly when you hadn’t even found a single ant.

The mont the Ghost Register Three Traces flinched for a mont,

Peok!

A sword that had flown from behind struck his nape.

He had been attacked in the sa way he had attacked. In fact, he had died without even knowing that he was being attacked.

Tuk! Kung!

The body and the head fell roughly under the tree.

“Hook!”

The Second Elder, who had cut down the Ghost Register Three Traces, consciously clenched her teeth.

A thrill shot up. The thrill that the Fall of Life and Death had worked shot up from the bottom of her heart.

The Drunken Flower Garden never set traps alone.

Behind the person setting the trap, there was always a protector. They would watch in all directions and be on guard so that their colleague would not be hit.

The colleague setting the trap also served as a bait. Even if an enemy ambushed them like now, they would not deliberately dodge. They would create a mont where the enemy could not dodge and then move.

It was a trap that could only succeed if the bait and the protector were in good harmony. If their hands and feet were even a little out of sync, the bait would die without fail. And the protector would also lose the opportunity to attack.

Swish!

The assassin who had disappeared appeared.

If you used the Dark Shadow Step as a concealnt technique, you could disappear like now. It was a montary disappearance, so the one being hit would be very perplexed, but in fact, it was just a slight movent to the side.

It was just hiding the body behind a tree from on top of a tree.

Tuk! Tututuk!

A rough sound also rang out from a tree about ten zhang away.

A person who looked similar to the Ghost Register Three Traces who had just died was falling helplessly.

The Fall of Life and Death was working properly.

The Fall of Life and Death was a martial art that had surpassed the Dark Shadow Sword by one stage, so it was definitely the best in terms of secrecy. If you executed it in front of soone, it was terrifying, but if you executed it from behind, it beca a silent sword. At that mont,

Puwak!

Suddenly, a blue light flashed in front of her eyes.

“What is it?”

The Second Elder quickly raised her guard. But,

“Kuk!”

She let out a shallow scream.

Before she could even see her opponent, she felt a stinging sensation in her throat. It was very stinging, as if a fish bone had gotten stuck in her throat. No, what was more unpleasant than that was the hot water. Hot water was being poured from sowhere and was soaking her chest.

What is this unpleasant heat?

She lowered her head and looked at her chest.

It was blood. Blood was flowing. The blood that had flowed from her own neck was soaking her chest.

The Second Elder fell from the tree with her head bowed.