TL: FoodieMonster007
The Scarlet Tiger Gang’s Underboss and the bald giant finally t their match in Dokgo Jun.
“How can soone so crazy exist?!”
“Is he trying to take us all down with him?!”
The boy who called himself Sword Dragon was relentless, swinging his sword like a demon unleashed. His body, poisoned and riddled with wounds, moved with reckless abandon, as if each strike was a matter of life and death.
Again and again, the Underboss and the bald giant dodged his attacks, their skin prickling with fear.
If that sword lands, we’re finished!
Good thing he seems to be getting tired…
Unlike Dokgo Jun, who brandished his sword with reckless abandon as if death held no sway over him, the two of them approached the battle cautiously, with survival as their first priority. After all, who wouldn’t? Even for the most seasoned of martial artists, the instinct for self-preservation was deeply ingrained.
The Underboss’s face drained of color. Damn it, except for that fool Cheoldu, I’ve never seen anyone fight so savagely. No, Cheoldu’s fighting style is like that because he has nothing but guts and a thick skull going for him. This guy, on the other hand, is an expert martial artist. Why the fuck would soone like that fight like a cornered animal? I don’t get it!
“Huff… Huff… Cough!”
Eventually, Dokgo Jun’s breath grew labored. Seeing his enemies retreat, he paused, spat blood onto the ground, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
It was a barbaric sight, unimaginable to anyone familiar with the usual Dokgo Jun.
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“Why don’t you fight properly?” he demanded, his eyes filled with such killing intent that his opponents flinched.
A shiver ran down the Underboss’s spine at the boy’s raw, fierce determination. “Damn brat…!” he hissed.
“If I’m a brat, then what should we call cowards like you who are running away from this brat? Trash? Vermin?” Dokgo Jun chuckled, his hair a disheveled ss and his half-lidded eyes radiating malice. Raising his sword as if he were pronouncing a death sentence, he declared, “You will all die here. Or I will.”
“……” Overwheld by Dokgo Jun’s unyielding spirit, the Underboss made a cunning, selfish decision. Pivoting on his heel, he used movent arts to blend into the crowd of his n, commanding, “Retreat! Go back to your posts!”
“H-Hyung-nim! Wait for !” the bald giant shouted, scrambling desperately after him.
They should be able to hold him off for a while, the Underboss thought, praying that his n could buy him enough ti to escape.
“Do you think you can escape?” Dokgo Jun muttered ominously, before launching himself into the middle of the crowd.
SWOOSH!
He swung his sword in a wide arc, easily cleaving through the gang mbers blocking his path. Blood sprayed through the air, severed limbs falling like rain.
“T-This is crazy!” Glancing back, the bald-headed giant widened his eyes in shock. Dokgo Jun was closing in on him, a dark desire reflected in his clear eyes.
“P-Please…” the giant begged, but his head was severed before he could finish.
Without even a glance at the falling corpse, Dokgo Jun rushed toward the Underboss.
“Damn it! Why are you chasing so relentlessly when we’re not even sworn enemies?” the Underboss howled, barely managing to parry Dokgo Jun’s sword at the cost of a broken wrist.
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“Because you’re worthless pests who are of no use to the world.”
“What makes you so superior?!”
Realizing that it was useless to try to escape, the Underboss turned around and lashed back with all his might.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Though he landed a few blows on Dokgo Jun, there was no relief on his face. I don’t believe this! Despite the poison and the accumulating injuries, this kid… he’s stronger than he was at the start…
CLANG!
Finally, the Underboss’s blade was knocked from his hand, and he fell to his knees. “W-Wait! I was only following the Boss’s orders…” he stamred.
“Take your excuses to hell.”
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SWISH!
The Underboss’s head rolled across the ground, his face forever frozen in terror and resentnt.
With his death, the remaining mbers of the Scarlet Tiger Gang scattered in all directions, fleeing in blind panic.
“R-Run for it!”
“Aaahhh!”
Amidst the chaos, Dokgo Jun stood, panting heavily, “Hoo…Hoo…”
His head throbbed painfully. The sensation of slicing through flesh, the solid crunch of breaking bones… he could still feel it in his hands. Blood pooled at his feet, all because of what he had done.
I… I killed people…
Watching his enemies scream and flee, the shock of his first kill hit him. His hand, still clutching his sword, began to tremble uncontrollably.
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No, they’re not people.
He gritted his teeth and gripped his sword tighter, struggling to suppress his overwhelming emotions.
“I did nothing wrong. They’re the ones at fault,” he muttered to himself, glaring at the retreating enemies with bloodshot eyes. “Yeah… If I let them live, they’ll keep tornting people.”
He felt as if his body was ablaze, and the sting of poison raged within him. His vision blurred, his words slurred, yet the image of his fleeing enemies remained vivid in his mind.
He lunged at the one closest to him, slashing at his back. Instantly, blood splattered onto his face. The pungent sll, the sticky warmth… the hot blood only served to fuel the flas inside him.
A small, twisted smile crept onto Dokgo Jun’s lips.
“Vermin like you…need to be exterminated,” he muttered under his breath, moving to pursue his prey.
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In that mont, Dokgo Jun’s world turned blood red.
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