Thump— Thump—!
The pounding of her heart was so loud it rang in her ears.
Apart from that, her whole body felt like it was turning cold.
No.
Her body was hot, but her head was cold.
But her body was light.
Why was that?
‘Is it because I’ve prepared for death?’
The mont she was reunited with the brute from Gyoho, Namgung Seoru realized that no one could get out of here alive.
He was a strong person who had played with her like a toy in the past.
She didn’t even have the complacent thought that she would have surpassed the brute from Gyoho just because ti had passed since that day.
“Phew…!”
Namgung Seoru glared at the brute from Gyoho and raised the tip of her sword.
“Hatred. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt in a long ti.”
The brute from Gyoho asked.
“Who are you?”
At his question, the emotions she had barely held together wavered again.
‘Who am I?’
Namgung Seoru gritted her teeth.
Fear turned into anger.
“Namgung… Seoru.”
“Namgung Seoru?”
The man tilted his head slightly as if thinking of sothing, and then nodded his head as if he had realized sothing.
“Ah, so you’re that brat from back then.”
The brute from Gyoho, who had given her an unforgettable fear, despair, and sha, did not rember Namgung Seoru.
No, he hadn’t rembered.
Because to him, Namgung Seoru was no different from a pebble on the side of the road.
That fact made Namgung Seoru even more furious.
‘I have never forgotten that day even once.’
A sense of weariness was felt on the face of the brute from Gyoho, Ma Seongun, who had felt Namgung Seoru’s hatred.
“Go.”
“What…?”
“If you want to run away, I won’t stop you.”
At the sight of Ma Seongun opening the way for her to run away, Namgung Seoru felt a sense of nausea.
It was not because of the disgusting favor that Ma Seongun had shown.
It was because of the montary sense of relief that she might be able to live.
Namgung Seoru, who had barely stopped herself from gagging by covering her mouth with her hand, gripped her sword tightly.
So tightly that the hard calluses were torn.
Thanks to that, blood flowed along the sword hilt, but thanks to that, she felt as if her head was waking up.
“Do you know that person.”
At Yeom Yoa’s question, Namgung Seoru nodded her head.
“Yes. As far as I know, there is no one here who can beat that person.”
“Even if we attack together?”
“That’s right. So while I draw his attention, run away as far as you can.”
“Are you telling , the master, to abandon my disciples and run away? You might as well tell
to die.”
Yeom Yoa did not back down even though she had lost her weapon.
She closed the eyes of the dead White Tiger Daoist Temple disciple and took his sword in her hand.
“I’ll borrow it for a mont.”
As Yeom Yoa stood next to Namgung Seoru, Namgung Seong and Dohye of Shaolin approached them.
And then the surviving White Tiger Daoist Temple disciples and the Martial Alliance’s martial artists gathered.
Their number was less than thirty.
“Is it the sa person from back then?”
“That’s right.”
“I didn’t think so… he was a long-lived bastard.”
Namgung Seong stood shoulder to shoulder with Namgung Seoru and let out a hollow laugh.
“We can’t win now, can we?”
Namgung Seoru did not bother to answer.
Since it was not a question for an answer, Namgung Seong also raised his sword high.
“Let’s fight and die, as befits the na of Namgung.”
“Yes.”
Namgung Seoru and Namgung Seong, who had joined their wills, raised their swords, and the remaining disciples and the alliance’s martial artists also prepared for death.
Ma Seongun, who had felt their resolve, drew his sword from his waist.
Swoosh—!
The mont the blood-stained blade revealed itself under the moonlight.
Everyone gathered in that place realized.
“Blood-Sucking… Sword Demon…”
That the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon, who had colored the Central Plains with fear, had co here.
“I was just curious.”
Ma Seongun faced Namgung Seoru.
“If you can see .”
The mont she felt his breath, Namgung Seoru swung her sword without realizing it.
Her sword did not go far and was blocked in the middle.
‘Since when!?’
Ma Seongun, who had appeared right in front of Namgung Seoru, said with an emotionless face.
“As expected, you can’t see.”
It was a speed that could not be described even with the word ‘fast’.
Namgung Seong and Yeom Yoa, who had grasped the situation late, swung their swords at the sa ti, but their slashes were blocked by a single sword strike that Ma Seongun had lightly swung and were deflected.
“Keuk!”
“Ugh!”
While Yeom Yoa and Namgung Seong were pushed back, unable to overco the force, the tip of Ma Seongun’s sword touched Namgung Seoru’s chest.
“You should have run away when you had the chance. The price of recklessness is only death.”
‘Just as I was in the past.’
Namgung Seoru’s eyes, who was on the verge of death, followed the blade that had touched her chest and went to Ma Seongun.
“The sword of Namgung… does not break.”
At her unwavering eyes, Ma Seongun sneered.
“No way.”
Thud—!
“…”
Namgung Seoru’s fingertips fumbled with her own chest.
No pain or wound was felt.
At the sa ti, the swords that had fallen, having lost their owners, soared up to the sky around her.
‘This is…’
The swords that had soared up to the sky aid their tips at the ground.
And poured down.
Like a rain made of swords.
Kugugugung—!!
The n in black assassins, who were slaughtering the White Tiger Daoist Temple disciples and the Martial Alliance’s martial artists, were pierced all over by the pouring sword rain and died.
“Dodge!”
At the shout of the leader of the n in black, Pyo Ung, the n in black assassins quickly left their places.
It seed as if they had avoided the sword rain, but following that, a blue lightning flash that pierced the darkness slaughtered the n in black assassins.
Thwack— Thwack—!!
While the nine flying swords were piercing two or three n in black assassins each, the gaze of Ma Seongun, who had retreated to avoid the flying swords, turned to the wall of the estate.
‘Flying swords!?’
There were only two people in the Central Plains who could handle flying swords freely.
‘Jin Sohyun is in Shanxi. Then…’
“I wondered where the sll of blood was coming from. Who are you guys.”
Although he looked like a foul-tempered old man on the outside, the n in black assassins gathered here did not let their guard down.
Because there was only one old man who could handle flying swords freely and kill highly trained assassins.
The creator of the flying sword technique.
The Flying Heaven Ten Sword, Kang Cheon.
At his gesture, ten flying swords floated in the air as if they were alive and breathing.
“If an elder asks, you should answer, right?”
***
“Ha… ha…”
Cheon Yerang’s panting breath leaked out from her mouth due to running without a break.
If she had just been running, she wouldn't have been tired already.
But Cheon Yerang was now cooling Cha Seol’s body, which was burning up with a cold ki technique.
Thanks to that, her internal energy was draining twice as fast.
“Miss Cheon! Are you okay?”
Jin Sohyun, who was running ahead, asked worriedly at Cheon Yerang’s panting breath, which was different from the beginning.
“I’m fine. Let’s keep running.”
Cheon Yerang tried her best not to show it.
Because Cha Seol’s treatnt should not be delayed because of her.
“Hmm…”
Jin Sohyun, who was contemplating for a mont, ca right up to Cheon Yerang.
“…?”
At Jin Sohyun’s sudden action, Cheon Yerang, unlike her usual self, was flustered and stopped in her tracks.
“Please give Seol to .”
“What are you going to do…”
“I have an idea, so please give her to .”
Jin Sohyun, who had received Cha Seol from Cheon Yerang, held Cha Seol in both arms.
And then he showed his back to Cheon Yerang and lowered his posture.
As Cheon Yerang was just blinking her eyes, not understanding his action, Jin Sohyun said.
“Get on my back.”
“Get on… your back, Young Master Jin?”
“Yes.”
At Jin Sohyun’s expression of ‘what’s the problem’, Cheon Yerang hesitated for a mont and then stretched out her two arms.
Her arms lightly wrapped around Jin Sohyun’s neck.
“This way, Miss Cheon can focus only on cooling Seol’s body. I’ll do the running.”
Jin Sohyun said proudly, but Cheon Yerang couldn't bring herself to nod her head.
As if she were embarrassed to be holding a strange man, Cheon Yerang’s face turned slightly red without her realizing it.
“Then let’s go. Hold on tight.”
Jin Sohyun kicked the ground and threw his body.
But at that mont, sothing that even the great Jin Sohyun had not expected happened.
‘I didn’t think of this.’
Because Cheon Yerang was holding on tight so as not to fall, he could feel her body from his back.
Moreover, he could feel Cheon Yerang’s breath on the back of his neck.
‘Get a grip, Jin Sohyun! Now is not the ti to be concerned about that!’
Jin Sohyun tried to clear his mind and kicked the tip of his foot.
Thanks to the Shadowless Divine Step, which was unfolded with all his might, Jin Sohyun’s body crossed the forest at an incredible speed.
***
The value of a single absolute master is beyond imagination.
This was common sense for martial artists, but it was rare to actually confirm the value of an absolute master.
Because an absolute master did not personally use his hands in ordinary matters.
That’s why it was hard to find soone who knew how strong the power of a master who had surpassed the transcendent peak was.
“My goodness…”
The surviving Martial Alliance mbers and the White Tiger Daoist Temple disciples could only watch Kang Cheon’s fight with a dazed expression.
The situation was clearly desperate.
But with Kang Cheon’s appearance, the tide of the battle was reversed in an instant.
The n in black assassins, who had boasted of at least first-class to peak-level skills, were killed by Kang Cheon’s flying swords, unable to even dare to face them.
‘The Ten-Ard Blood Ghost, Kang Cheon… as expected of his fa.’
Pyo Ung felt the death of his subordinates painfully, but he did not feel fear.
“What are you going to do now?”
Because Ma Seongun was by his side.
“Kang Cheon.”
Ma Seongun stared at Kang Cheon.
To him, Kang Cheon had a special aning.
Because the master of Jin Sohyun, who would be his final opponent in the future, was the Kang Cheon who was standing in front of them now.
‘What if I can take Kang Cheon’s power?’
If he could take Kang Cheon’s power and martial arts at the sa ti.
‘Jin Sohyun will no longer be my opponent.’
The power of the Blood Jade was not just about taking the opponent’s power.
The life he had lived.
To completely take the martial arts that the martial artist had trained until now and make it his own.
That was the true power of the Blood Jade.
If he killed Kang Cheon in this place and took his power and martial arts.
“Jin Sohyun will never be my opponent.”
As the mont he had wished for and wished for ca before his eyes, a sly smile spread across Ma Seongun’s lips.
“Hmm!?”
Kang Cheon, who had felt Ma Seongun’s killing intent, withdrew the flying swords that were slaughtering the n in black assassins.
“Who are you again?”
There was no answer.
Instead, a red blade that had approached without a sound aid at Kang Cheon’s heart.
Because of the incredible speed, even the great Kang Cheon had no choice but to defend with all his might.
Clang—!!
Kang Cheon’s face, which had never lost its composure until now, hardened.
“You…”
Kang Cheon, who was holding a flying sword, glared at Ma Seongun with eyes full of deep anger.
“How do you know that footwork.”
“Are you talking about Bieunggaek’s footwork.”
“Yes.”
“Well?”
“Kick!”
A laugh burst from Kang Cheon’s mouth.
It was not a laugh of joy.
A laugh containing an indescribable anger.
At the sa ti, a strong internal energy burst from Kang Cheon’s body.
The power was so strong that the martial artists who were watching the fight between the two from a distance couldn't even breathe properly due to the heavy air.
Kang Cheon aid his flying sword and said.
“So you are Ma Seongun.”
“You know .”
“I know you well. And.”
The remaining nine flying swords soared up from behind Kang Cheon’s back.
“I also know that you will die a miserable death here.”
Even in a fight with a master who had surpassed the transcendent peak, Ma Seongun was not shaken.
Rather, he took this as an opportunity.
A golden opportunity to experience a fight with Jin Sohyun first.
The Bloodstone Sword in Ma Seongun’s hand slowly drooped.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
(End of Chapter)
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