TL: FoodieMonster007
Translator’s Note: Due to a mistranslation, Seclusion Training Freak has been changed to Blue Eyed Freak. I’m sorry, it sounds too similar…
Despite the chaos within the Valley of Evil, the gatekeeper trio lounged at the entrance as usual. The only difference today was that they were engrossed in a heated bet about the outco of the fight between the Bloody Ripper and the Handso Playboy.
“I’ll wager ten coins that the Handso Playboy died within a hundred exchanges, and the Bloody Ripper lost an arm or a leg!” Hell Axe declared.
Wolf Fang Blade scoffed. “You’re giving that playboy too much credit. I say he died within fifty exchanges, and the Bloody Ripper is ditating to heal his internal injuries.”
“Look at the state of the Valley. Do you really think that old fart would stay quiet until now just because of so internal injuries?” Hell Axe argued, pointing his axe toward the Valley of Evil.
Although the flas had mostly died down, smoke still rose from various spots in the Valley of Evil. Screams and curses from wounded villains echoed occasionally, and the gatekeepers’ sharp senses detected clashes happening all over. It was a true hellscape.
“What a ss. An absolute ss,” Hell Axe muttered.
“Yeah, it’s pretty bad,” Wolf Fang Blade agreed.
Still, the three gatekeepers didn’t pay much attention to what was going on inside. That was just the kind of people they were. Whether the Valley of Evil collapsed or not, they couldn’t give a shit.
Hell Axe continued, “I’m telling you, that old Bloody Ripper must’ve gotten a real beating. Otherwise, he wouldn’t let things get this bad.”
“Even so, he wouldn’t have lost a limb. Maybe his internal injuries are worse than we thought, or perhaps he got hit by poison or hidden weapons,” Wolf Fang Blade suggested.
Hell Axe scoffed. “Hah! You think that sly old fox would fall for such tricks?”
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“If you’re so sure, why not up the stakes? How about thirty coins?” Wolf Fang Blade challenged.
“Fine! I’ll clean out your pockets today,” Hell Axe grinned.
After a bit more bickering, both of them turned their gaze toward Blue Eyed Freak.
“What do you think, Blue Eyed Freak? Seems that pig you’re torturing is dead, so want to join our bet?” Hell Axe asked.
“Hoo…” Blue Eyed Freak, who had been busy butchering a pig-like man, wiped the blood off his cheek with the back of his hand and stood up. At his feet lay the dismbered corpse of Black Boar, whom he had caught trying to sneak out of the Valley.
“I’ll bet that the Handso Playboy killed the Bloody Ripper,” Blue Eyed Freak declared.
“…What?”
“You’re kidding.”
Hell Axe and Wolf Fang Blade were stunned. The mighty Bloody Ripper, defeated by so unknown nobody? Sure, there were plenty of hidden masters in the murim, but what were the odds of soone that young being so powerful?
“Wait a minute,” Hell Axe said. “Earlier, you told the Demon Doctor that the Handso Playboy stood almost no chance against the Bloody Ripper.”
“True, I did,” Blue Eyed Freak admitted, nudging Black Boar’s corpse with his foot. “But that was before I heard from this guy here that the Handso Playboy mastered a martial art that turns both his hair and eyes red.”
Hell Axe blinked in confusion. “Red hair and eyes? What’s that supposed to an?”
“Is it so kind of special demonic art?” Wolf Fang Blade added.
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Neither of them seed to grasp the significance of Baek Suryong’s unusual appearance.
Well, it’s a legend even among those who know, but if it’s true… A sinister gleam appeared in Blue Eyed Freak’s deep blue eyes. “In any case, I bet the Bloody Ripper is dead,” he said.
“Oh, co on…”
“Seriously?”
“The King of the Valley is dead?”
It was hard to believe, but Hell Axe and Wolf Fang Blade couldn’t just dismiss it. After all, it was their leader, Blue Eyed Freak, who was saying it with such confidence.
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Hell Axe scratched his wiry beard. “But if the Bloody Ripper really is dead… The Valley will descend into chaos. Who else can control those villains? It has to be soone with skill and fa equal to his…”
“Think the Nine Yin Witch will step up?” Wolf Fang Blade asked.
“That crazy witch? We’d be lucky if she doesn’t turn the Valley of Evil into the Valley of Ice and Snow.”
“True…”
At the ntion of the Nine Yin Witch, both n shuddered. It wasn’t just the woman’s abilities that were unnerving, her fits of madness were too much even for villains like them.
“What do you think happened to those kids the Nine Yin Witch took?”
“They’re probably dead by now, or wishing they were.”
Wolf Fang Blade sighed, “Poor souls. They probably thought she was their savior and followed her.”
Hell Axe clicked his tongue. “Anyway, if the Bloody Ripper is dead, and the Nine Yin Witch isn’t fit to lead, then who’s going to manage the Valley?”
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Almost as if on cue, both n turned to face Blue Eyed Freak, their de facto leader.
Blue Eyed Freak is strong. He could probably hold his own even against the Bloody Ripper or the Nine Yin Witch.
If Blue Eyed Freak wants to, he can take over the Valley. He’d probably do a better job than the Bloody Ripper.
After a decade together, Blue Eyed Freak knew exactly what they were thinking. Still, he pretended otherwise and smiled faintly, saying, “Well, maybe the Handso Playboy will beco the new King of the Valley.”
“What? Him?” Hell Axe exclaid.
Wolf Fang Blade grumbled, “I don’t like that playboy. What if he asks us to kidnap won for him?”
“He didn’t seem that type, but still, I object,” Hell Axe agreed.
Seeing their displeased faces, Blue Eyed Freak chuckled, when suddenly, he turned to gaze into the distance. With his superhuman eyesight, a result of a special martial art he had mastered, he’d noticed movent far away.
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“Soone’s coming. Four people. All martial artists. They don’t look friendly,” he said sternly.
Hell Axe and Wolf Fang Blade imdiately drew their weapons.
“Heh, I was just feeling a bit stiff. This is perfect.”
“Things haven’t been boring lately.”
Before long, the four martial artists arrived, and an old man with a chilling aura stepped forward. “Is this the Valley of Evil?” he asked.
Naturally, this old man was Mae Geuklyom, and he was accompanied by Namgung Su, Ak Yeonho, and Geo Sangwoong, who had t up with the instructor group earlier.
Blue Eyed Freak chuckled, “That’s right. What cri did you commit to wind up here at your age?”
“Spare the pointless chatter. We have business inside. Move aside,” Mae Geuklyom demanded, his aura intensifying.
Hell Axe and Wolf Fang Blade’s faces hardened imdiately, but Blue Eyed Freak kept his intrigued smile, unfazed by the sharp aura.
“Sorry, no can do. You need to pass a test to get in,” he replied.
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“A test? How about I take your head instead?”
“My, aren’t you impatient? Are you here to rescue your kidnapped grandson or sothing?”
“Draw your sword!” Mae Geuklyom roared, his eyes flashing as he unsheathed his own blade.
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