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Mighty Blade struggled to maintain his composure. His gaze locked onto Wiji Cheon in front of him, but his eyes flicked back to Cheoldu behind him as he demanded, “Who’s behind this? Cheoldu, why do you and that kid from the Azure Dragon Academy look like you’re on the sa side? No matter how I think about it, this doesn’t make any sense.”
Before him stood an improbable alliance—a ragtag group from the Ironhead Sect, the lowest of the low, alongside a student from the renowned Azure Dragon Academy, one of the murim’s Five Great Academies. It was a baffling combination, and Mighty Blade could hardly believe his eyes.
“Even if we fight, you owe an explanation. I’m so curious that I don’t think I could die peacefully without knowing,” he taunted, his mocking grin shifting from Cheoldu to Wiji Cheon, though his eyes glinted with lethal intent.
“Did the Azure Dragon Academy co up with this plan? There’s no way this ca from your thick skull, Cheoldu. And those rumors about the Scarlet Tiger Gang? They were lies, weren’t they? This was a setup from the start, wasn’t it?”
“……”
“Answer , you fucking bastards!” Mighty Blade yelled, releasing a burst of killing intent that made even his own disciples shiver.
Cheoldu stepped forward, positioning himself beside Wiji Cheon. “Hey, fat pig,” he said, unfazed by the oppressive atmosphere. “Let set the record straight. We’re not the Ironhead Sect anymore.”
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“No way… You joined the Scarlet Tiger Gang? That’s impossible. You wouldn’t bow that stubborn head of yours to anyone…”
“We now go by the na ‘Rehabilitation Sect’,” Cheoldu declared seriously.
Mighty Blade and his followers blinked in shock.
“The Rehabilitation… Sect? What kind of ridiculous joke is that? Are you making fun of ?” Mighty Blade snarled.
Cheoldu proudly puffed out his chest. “We’ve sworn to clean up our act. No more extortion, no more senseless fights. We’re gonna train the right way and beco real martial artists.”
This was the first ti Cheoldu had publicly declared the na ‘Rehabilitation Sect’. In effect, he was announcing the birth of a new sect.
Even though the real Sect Leader isn’t here…
Baek Suryong was the true Sect Leader, but the world would soon recognize Cheoldu as its face.
“Haha. What a pile of crap,” Mighty Blade chuckled, looking at Cheoldu with pity. “The Rehabilitation Sect? Cheoldu, do you know what happens when a rat from the sewers tries to crawl into a clean place? It gets stomped to death for being dirty. Whoever’s been filling your head with nonsense, stop listening. Know your place.”
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Mighty Blade then turned to Wiji Cheon. “Boy, if I had gotten married, I’d have five kids your age by now. You seem pretty confident in your martial arts, but arrogance like that will get you killed before you can even grow up.”
The tension in the air heightened. Mighty Blade’s coat flapped wildly, and a dark aura began to ripple along the edge of his dao.
Cheoldu gulped nervously, watching the scene unfold. What the hell? Was Mighty Blade always this strong?
Mighty Blade, the eldest of the Mighty Bear Trio and undisputed leader of the Great Bear Gang, had always been seen as weaker than the Scarlet Tiger Boss. Now, though, it dawned on Cheoldu that Mighty Blade had been concealing his true power all this ti so that his enemies would drastically underestimate him.
Maybe he’s not so different from the Scarlet Tiger Boss after all…
Cheoldu tightened his grip on his twin hatchets, feeling a surge of trepidation wash over him.
Mighty Blade, his eyes gleaming with killing intent, growled, “This is my final warning. Get out of my way now, and I’ll let you live. I need to check on my idiot brothers. Sothing’s happened, and I need to make sure they’re alright. Well? Scram!”
He took a step forward, but Wiji Cheon and Cheoldu stood firm, blocking his path.
“That’s not happening.”
“You’re going to die here today.”
“Haha, are you serious? Do you think the two of you can stop ?” Mighty Blade laughed, even as he stomped his foot and launched himself forward with the force of a cannonball. His massive dao, far too heavy for most n to lift, spun effortlessly in his hands, and as he brought it down in a wide arc, the sheer force seed to rip the air apart.
BOOM!
Wiji Cheon and Cheoldu barely leaped aside, nearly losing their balance as the ground shook from the impact of the dao, sending up a cloud of dust that obscured their view.
“Hmph! Rats,” Mighty Blade sneered. He swung his blade at Cheoldu, planning to eliminate the weaker opponent first.
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Seeing the huge dao slicing through the dust, Cheoldu gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn’t dodge. He crossed his hatchets to block the attack, but the force still sent him tumbling ten ters across the ground.
“Ugh…” Cheoldu groaned. It was only a single blow, but his hatchets were cracked and he could feel that his arms were fractured.
Still, Cheoldu wasn’t the one most surprised.
“You blocked that? When did you learn martial arts?” Mighty Blade asked incredulously.
“……” His energy drained, Cheoldu could not respond. Sweat dripped down his face as he struggled to stand.
If it weren’t for the martial arts the Sect Leader taught … I’d be dead, he thought, relieved. Even though he had only been learning the Thunderclap Axe from Baek Suryong for a few days, the technique had just saved his life.
Mighty Blade scowled, frustrated that his attack had been blocked. He marched toward Cheoldu, threatening, “If you refuse to die cleanly, I’ll just turn you into minced at.”
Before he could strike again, however, a frigid voice sounded from behind him.
“I think you’ve got it backwards. You’re the one who’s going to die.”
Mighty Blade spun around, swinging his dao instinctively. Sparks flew as it clashed with a sword. He pushed to drive his opponent back, but the sword slithered along the dao’s surface like a snake, darting toward him in a sudden flash.
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Although Mighty Blade jerked his head aside just in ti, the sword still grazed his cheek, drawing blood.
“I’m your opponent,” Wiji Cheon declared coldly, stepping in front of Cheoldu, his sword raised and aid at Mighty Blade.
Gritting his teeth, Mighty Blade wiped the blood from his cheek. “Now even a brat is pissing off. Fine. I’ll kill all of you!”
With a roar, Mighty Blade lunged at Wiji Cheon, drawing on every ounce of his strength as he swung his dao wildly. In response, Wiji Cheon crouched low, thrusting his sword to et the attack.
As the clash of steel reverberated through the air, fiery sparks exploded from the impact.
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“Hah…hah… He’s stronger than I thought…” Wiji Cheon wheezed, feeling his legs wobble. His clothes were torn, and blood stained the fabric in several places.
“You damned brat! Are you toying with ?!” Mighty Blade roared. Like Wiji Cheon, he was battered and bruised, but his face was flushed with rage.
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Scratching his head in embarrassnt, Wiji Cheon chuckled weakly, “Oh, so you noticed I’ve been holding back. That’s because I promised my teacher that I wouldn’t kill you.”
“What the hell are you talking about?! I’ll kill you!” Mighty Blade charged, swinging his massive dao ferociously.
Wiji Cheon focused his mind. Mighty Blade’s attacks had indeed been overwhelming at first, but the true trial only began when he started to recognize the patterns in the gang leader’s technique.
Kill! Kill! Kill! The sword’s voice echoed in his mind, tempting him.
Several tis, he almost gave in, but each ti, he resisted.
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Wiji Cheon smiled to dampen so of his killing intent. “No… I won’t kill him.”
“Arghhh!”
“A guy like this… isn’t worth killing.”
Wiji Cheon’s sword, originally aid at Mighty Blade’s heart, changed its course at the last mont. The two figures blurred as they crossed paths in an instant.
“Y-You…!” Mighty Blade’s eyes blazed with anger as he turned to glare at Wiji Cheon. He moved to attack, only to find that his weapon was still eerily left behind in its original position.
CLANG!
The enormous weapon clattered to the ground with a heavy thud.
Mighty Blade collapsed to his knees, finally realizing his arm had been severed from the shoulder down.
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