The Outcast Writer of a Martial Arts Visual Chapter 233: Storm of the Tang Clan Volume 3 - 1

[Stop right there, Lecher! Are you running away?]

Volu 3 of Storm of the Tang Clan began with the protagonist Tang Jeong unleashing his signature technique: the Poisoned Killing Zone.

[Running away? How arrogant for a greenhorn who just stepped into the martial world! Just because I’ve soiled myself doesn’t an I’m fleeing!]

“That damn Lecher. Still bluffing.”

Scholar Hwang muttered as he read the scene describing the Lecher hastily backing away from Tang Jeong and glaring at him in fear of the Poisoned Killing Zone.

[Ha ha. Afraid of the Poisoned Killing Zone, are you?]

[Y-You bastard! Krrgh! Soday I’ll slit your throat!]

He was enraged to his core, but he couldn’t approach. Tang Jeong’s signature technique had now reached a level that even the Lecher couldn’t easily overco.

In the end, unable to swallow his frustration, the Lecher disappeared once more into the distance.

“So now Tang Jeong’s Poisoned Killing Zone has beco sothing even the Lecher fears.”

The Poisoned Killing Zone—originally a bluff improvised in Volu 1—had been fully developed by Volu 2. And now, in Volu 3, it had reached a level where even if Tang Jeong taunted him, the Lecher would run for it.

Scholar Hwang felt a deep pride watching Tang Jeong’s growth, like seeing a struggling friend finally pass the state exams after years of hardship.

Of course, even with Tang Jeong’s advancent, not everything was resolved.

[Inside the Poisoned Killing Zone, he can defeat the Lecher—but once outside it, he can’t catch him.]

Tang Jeong lanted as he looked in the direction the Lecher fled. As a newcor to the martial world, there was still a significant skill gap between him and the Lecher.

It was only thanks to Tang Jeong’s signature technique and the Tang Clan’s unique martial arts that he could challenge such a foe and aim for his life at all.

“Haa... So it’s still not enough for Tang Jeong to defeat the Lecher alone.”

Scholar Hwang watched Tang Jeong’s lant with sympathy.

If he can’t take down the Lecher by himself, what must he do? Doesn’t he need reinforcents? Could that be why the new female characters appear?

Scholar Hwang, full of anticipation, continued reading Storm of the Tang Clan.

[Sister! I found him! It’s the Lecher!]

[Scoundrel!]

“They really did appear! The two fad swordswon from Hubei ntioned in the preview! But... they’re calling him the Lecher?”

Surely they weren’t mistaking the true chivalrous hero, Tang Jeong, for the Lecher?

[I am not the Lecher. I’m the one pursuing him.]

[Silence, villain! Purple hair and green eyes! There were rumors that the Lecher used Tang Clan techniques, but I never imagined he’d be from the Tang Clan itself!]

[Sichuan Tang Clan... So it was you all along.]

[This is a misunderstanding.]

[What a lecherous thing to say! Sister, let’s draw our swords!]

“Tang Jeong’s fighting the swordswon because of that damn Lecher?!”

The martial arts of the two won were truly outstanding.

One thrust with cold precision, the other swung like fire. As if born from the sa womb, they covered each other’s weaknesses and grew even stronger as a pair.

“No way?! Tang Jeong might lose?!”

Their power seed impossible for any newcor to the martial world to overco. Scholar Hwang’s eyes widened in worry for Tang Jeong.

[Ah!]

[Ugh!]

[Have you cald down now?]

Of course, they were no match for Tang Jeong, who had already risked his life countless tis against the Lecher.

“Yes! That’s it!”

What seed like a crisis was just Tang Jeong subduing them without causing injury. Once Scholar Hwang realized the truth, he clenched his fist and cheered.

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[I’m sorry, Young Hero. My na is Im Mi-ryeong.]

[Sorry for the misunderstanding. Hehe, I’m Im Min.]

The two swordswon couldn’t lift their heads out of sha.

Im Mi-ryeong, the elder sister, had a cold, elegant face. Her younger cousin Im Min had a bright, cheerful expression.

Though their styles differed, they were equally beautiful. Cousins by blood, they were also martial sisters under the sa master.

[So you’re the famous Twin Flowers of Hubei, Blue and Red. Ngh!]

[Young Hero! Are you alright? You held back your strength and got hurt because of us! We even tried to take your life!]

[It was a minor misunderstanding. How could I raise my hand against swordswon chasing the Lecher?]

Tang Jeong gently rubbed the wound he’d taken while holding back for their sake and smiled nonchalantly at them.

The two swordswon stared at him in a daze for a mont.

“Tang Jeong, you bastard! It’s fine to be upright, but don’t go shaking hearts with cool lines like that! Lady Du Eung-hyang is waiting for you!”

Even a man would find him cool. Scholar Hwang sighed with a conflicted heart.

The three tead up to pursue the Lecher. Naturally, Tang Jeong stood out the most.

He risked his body in dangerous monts, shed genuine tears at the sight of wounded won, ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) and didn’t hide his fury toward the Lecher.

“To be so sincere about soone else’s suffering... Tang Jeong’s anger is reaching even my own heart.”

Reading Storm of the Tang Clan, Scholar Hwang felt his hatred of evil grow, along with his support for Tang Jeong’s righteous journey.

[Please don’t be discouraged, Young Hero Tang.]

[Brother Tang Jeong...]

The two won had set out to hunt down the Lecher, an enemy of all won. And yet, they encountered a hero who sincerely mourned female victims.

Moved by Tang Jeong’s true grief and rage, their hearts began to ache with a deepening pink longing.

[Brother Tang Jeong, is your shoulder alright?]

[Just a scratch. I’m fine.]

[I brought dicine. How about pausing the chase and tending your wound first?]

[Evil doesn’t wait just because virtue is tired. If I rest, innocent won may be weeping sowhere as we speak.]

“Yes... this is Tang Jeong!”

Even wounded, he doesn’t falter. He doesn’t retreat in the face of evil. That foolishly honest uprightness.

If Tang Jeong were the kind of man to be shaken by injuries, he’d already be living happily with the Most Beautiful Woman in Sichuan or the Top Courtesan of Hubei.

Who is Tang Jeong’s main wife? Even amid the fierce debates of the Daseogak Literary Society, everyone agreed that soone like Tang Jeong was exactly the kind of person the Central Plains needed right now.

Scholar Hwang smiled proudly at Tang Jeong’s words.

And Tang Jeong’s words didn’t just ignite a fire in Scholar Hwang’s heart.

As Tang Jeong looked out the window, rembering the two won he’d left behind, Im Mi-ryeong and Im Min also found themselves helplessly drawn deeper into Tang Jeong’s irresistible charm.

“Tang Jeong, you bastard! You’ve already won one heart, and now you’re trying to take both at once?!”

Put up a wall, damn it. A Great Wall-sized one, please.

As the pillar of the Hubei Courtesan Faction, Scholar Hwang sighed—but really, he just couldn’t bla the won. Who wouldn’t fall for him in this situation?

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Im Mi-ryeong and Im Min—two won who had fallen for Tang Jeong’s charm—began making subtle advances in hopes of winning his heart.

[Brother Tang. Ah. Please.]

[Lady Im Min, this is not proper.]

[You injured your shoulder because of . Please save your strength for fighting the Lecher.]

“Lady Im Min is truly like a spring flower.”

Her kindness gently soaked into the heart like blossoms in spring. Her bright, smiling face was so captivating it could win over any man not nad Tang Jeong in an instant.

[Lady Im Mi-ryeong?]

[It’s an herb that grows from cliffs in the far reaches. Take it and recover.]

[How did you get this in a rural village—]

“She hid her soil-stained hands with the hem of her robe out of embarrassnt! Ahhh! Cold on the surface, yet burning beneath! These two won—cousins, martial sisters—showing affection in such different ways! Such warmhearted ladies... No! I mustn’t!”

Even Tang Jeong hadn’t fallen for either woman yet—how could Scholar Hwang allow himself to be swayed? He barely managed to rein himself in by thinking of Lady Du Eung-hyang.

Two swordswon, divided by a single man.

Though they were cousins, martial sisters, and as close as sisters could be, the tension between them grew steadily.

[Sister, I’ll apply the golden wound dicine to Brother Tang now.]

[You don’t have the dexterity for that.]

[Sister! You don’t need skill to apply dicine! Are you seriously being sly about this?]

[What are you talking about?]

[Don’t think I didn’t notice you brushing your hand over Brother Tang’s firm muscles while pretending to treat his shoulder!]

[I—I wasn’t—]

“Ha ha... two won fighting over Tang Jeong. Why is it so entertaining when won squabble over a man?”

Their quiet battle to win Tang Jeong’s affection. Scholar Hwang couldn’t hold back his laughter watching these won argue over a man he himself acknowledged as truly worthy.

[Sister Mi-ryeong, what was the na of that man you complinted before?]

The competition over one man had now grown serious enough to fracture even sisterly bonds.

Im Min, feeling left out as Im Mi-ryeong—who was better in martial arts—seed to receive more of Tang Jeong’s attention, resorted to a forbidden tactic.

[Im Min, you...]

[Is there a man you admire, Lady Im Mi-ryeong?]

[Sister Mi-ryeong does have soone she likes. What was his na again? Was it Yun-hyeon?]

[Yun-hyeon?]

[It’s not affection, just admiration. I once received help from a swordsman by chance. He used a graceful yet precise sword technique that felt both brilliant and gentle. I’m sure he’s from a prestigious orthodox sect.]

[For Lady Im Mi-ryeong to praise soone so freely... he must be an extraordinary swordsman.]

[Yes... the greatest hero I’ve ever seen—ah!]

When she saw Im Min hiding her smile behind her hand, Im Mi-ryeong couldn’t hide her rare look of panic.

[Lady Im Mi-ryeong?]

[Hehehe.]

[Ngh...]

She got . Complinting another man in front of the one she actually liked—Im Mi-ryeong realized she had fallen right into Im Min’s trap only when she saw her smirking like that.

“She’s terrifying! A woman’s battle is more frightening with words than with blades or fists!”

That bright, flowery Im Min... to think she could be so cunning in love. And Im Mi-ryeong’s cold deanor, shattered in front of affection.

Though Scholar Hwang claid to be scared, he was utterly engrossed in the trio’s tangled relationships.

[I’ll step outside.]

[Lady Im Mi-ryeong!]

It was only an argunt born from Tang Jeong possibly misunderstanding that she had feelings for another man. But all that talking had only made things worse.

Now, there was no doubt Tang Jeong would misunderstand and assu she had soone she loved. Overco with frustration and indignation, Im Mi-ryeong ran out of the inn she’d been staying in.

And from a distance, the Lecher was watching as Im Mi-ryeong stepped out of the inn.

“No! Don’t tell —!”

Panicking, Scholar Hwang hurriedly turned the page.