Chapter 385: Chapter 385

“Are you lecturing me now?”

Jang Sam-tae’s tone was directed toward Tang Jung-ak, and at this, Tang Jung-ak felt as if the Sichuan Tang Family was being looked down on, crushing his pride.

He tried to dig into the Hunan Dan Family, and Jang Sam-tae said he would crush even such people.

At the clear provocation, Tang Jung-ak felt unbearable anger.

“No, is anything I said wrong? You try having someone dig into your family and see if it feels good.”

“Your family?”

“Since I’ve come this far, I won’t act either. Ah, damn it, I’m tired to death.”

Jang Sam-tae cracked his joints pop-pop, loosening his body, and exhaled refreshingly. Because he was afraid of Tang Jung-ak, holding back his personality while trembling was indeed quite perplexing.

But Tang Jung-ak had tried to use such a Jang Sam-tae to dig into the Hunan Dan Family, and unable to endure it in the end, Jang Sam-tae’s true personality was revealed.

“You are truly insane.”

“Ah, the elders say this Jang Sam-tae has no merit other than having a liver that has come out of his belly.”

Tang Jung-ak felt fire about to burst out looking at Jang Sam-tae’s relaxed appearance. Just like when he first saw him, he seemed to possess something that scraped one’s insides.

Frowning heavily, he clenched his fists.

“You wish to die, don’t you?”

“Hearing that story a few times, I am sick of it now, seriously. Kill me, you bastard!”

Whoosh!

The moment Jang Sam-tae raised his voice in heat, Tang Jung-ak’s hand moved. The hidden weapon extended took advantage of the darkness to secretly target his throat.

Chill-

Goosebumps broke out.

Although it was clearly a single action of throwing a hidden weapon, a bizarre degree of sharpness was felt. Jang Sam-tae threw his head back as it was, displaying flexibility.

The hidden weapon brushed past the tip of his nose by a hair’s breadth.

However, it flew in as if it was not the end.

The signs of hidden weapons extending from all directions were felt. At the cold chill to the point of giving goosebumps, Jang Sam-tae frowned and flew his body even more nimbly.

Thud, thud, thud!

However, despite being an absolute move that was beyond perfect, the hidden weapons lost their target and sliced empty air. Embedding into trees and rocks, they showed what would happen the moment one was hit by them.

Jang Sam-tae broke into a cold sweat.

“Whew… do you really intend to kill me?!”

“You rascal-!”

Tang Jung-ak felt unbearable anger toward Jang Sam-tae, who had neutralized his absolute move with a lightfoot technique that was so nimble it could not be pursued.

Martial arts was precisely his pride, and he was someone who prided himself that the hidden weapon techniques of the Sichuan Tang Family he learned were the strongest martial arts in the Central Plains.

When such a person’s move was absurdly neutralized, and the one who neutralized it was merely a servant, Tang Jung-ak suffered a wound to his pride.

Once again, his hand extended.

The pouring hidden weapons were faster than just before.

However, Jang Sam-tae also moved even faster and stood atop a tree.

His movements jumping hop-hop between tree and tree looked just like seeing a monkey, and from the perspective of the attacking person, it was frustrating enough to drive them crazy.

“Kuuuuk…!”

“No, damn it, just how many hidden weapons do you possess? Is your entire body a hidden weapon, you bastard?”

Jang Sam-tae could not hide his fluster.

He thought that if he shot a few, they would naturally run out. However, the number of hidden weapons pouring here and there did not decrease easily.

Rather, even faster, sharper, and fiercer things flew in.

Since every single one was a move containing killing intent, it felt as if he would go to the underworld the moment he was hit.

“I will acknowledge your lightfoot technique! But let’s see how long you can hold out with just that!”

Tang Jung-ak looked at Jang Sam-tae with a triumphant expression.

He looked confident in his lightfoot technique, at least.

Certainly, if it was that level of speed, he would naturally have reason to be confident. If they had engaged in a pursuit, Tang Jung-ak would have surely failed to capture the fellow.

That was why there was also something he could not understand.

Despite that, the fellow did not flee but only circled the vicinity and responded to this fight.

Tang Jung-ak, who thought up to that point, gritted his teeth.

“You bastard! Do you take me for a fool?”

“What are you talking about! Getting angry then getting happy! Which tune am I supposed to dance to, you madman?!”

Jang Sam-tae could not understand Tang Jung-ak’s state of mind at all.

Like a young child who got angry then happy, laughed then cried, he seemed to possess a somewhat strange personality. When he shouted in disbelief, Tang Jung-ak was seen gritting his teeth once again.

His posture changed.

A feeling as if he was about to shoot something.

Chill-!

Jang Sam-tae, feeling a chill, threw his body as it was and ran toward Tang Jung-ak.

He felt that he could not avoid it.

If so, taking the preemptive strike was best.

When he narrowed the distance in a single breath, the flustered one was Tang Jung-ak. Although he knew the fellow’s fast lightfoot technique well since he saw it with his eyes, he did not know it would be this swift.

The moment he saw him approach to point-blank range before he knew it.

Jang Sam-tae’s kick extended like a flash of lightning.

Whoosh!

The move slicing the wind swept right in front of Tang Jung-ak’s nose. The force pushing in along with that speed was not something that could be accepted with a laugh.

Tang Jung-ak naturally retreated, dispersing that force. Then, he strongly slashed the dagger held in his hand horizontally.

Slash!

Sword qi surged and extended.

Strength was felt to the extent that it was realized to be a move of fierce onslaught.

The startled Jang Sam-tae tried to avoid it. However, because it was such a close distance, even if his lightfoot technique was no matter how fast, it did not seem like he could avoid it.

The moment Jang Sam-tae’s face turned pale.

‘Clash with force.’

Suddenly, a familiar voice was heard in his ears.

Clash with force?

Realizing that meaning was truly just a moment. Jang Sam-tae extended his hand and cast the Heavenly Demonic Revolving Sky Art. Soon, the moment he poured out the Revolving Sky Art toward the extending sword qi.

Boom-!

Along with a heavy explosion, a fierce storm swept.

Not to mention Jang Sam-tae, even Tang Jung-ak could not escape that influence.

The bodies of the two rolled on the ground in vain.

That was how much a fierce force swallowed them.

Tang Jung-ak jumped up.

His face was like a malevolent demon. He could not accept at all that he suffered such a thing in a fight with a mere servant.

“Aaah! Damn it! He is really damn strong!”

At that moment, Jang Sam-tae also stood up. As if he had no intention to even brush off the dust covered on his entire body, he merely spat and glared at Tang Jung-ak.

“Indeed, the Heavenly Demonic Revolving Sky Art! There is no mistake!”

“So what, you bastard!”

The one who ran first was none other than Jang Sam-tae.

He extended his hand.

Invisible threads poured out fiercely. Unlike when he thought it was a simple hidden weapon at first, as a strange feeling arose, Tang Jung-ak twisted his body in shock.

Whoosh-!

The pouring thread slashed his collar.

“Steel threads?”

Tang Jung-ak was surprised.

Steel threads were not a weapon that could be made easily. Because the process of manufacturing them not to break was extremely difficult, the Sichuan Tang Family had also made efforts to make them several times, but failed every time.

‘This fellow!’

Was someone carrying even such items truly a servant?

Such items were absolutely not something a servant could possess.

Tang Jung-ak’s doubts about the Hunan Dan Family deepened even further.

“You bastard! You lied about being a servant!”

“What are you talking about again?!”

Jang Sam-tae shouted with a flustered expression.

It was way too difficult to match Tang Jung-ak’s personality.

With so many words spoken while fighting, and why his personality fluctuated so much, he belonged to a category that truly could not be understood.

“Can a servant possess such items?”

“What do you want me to do?!”

Jang Sam-tae shouted in disbelief and rushed in. The moment he extended his leg, he felt a blade slashing in. Terrified by that considerably fast speed, he extended his other hand.

Bang!

The pouring palm force fiercely penetrated Tang Jung-ak’s body. Stumbling and retreating half a step, he widened his eyes.

“Great Hand Seal?! The martial arts of the Potala Palace? Just what kind of fellow are you!”

Not only the Heavenly Demonic Revolving Sky Art, but even the Great Hand Seal.

Even the kick form extended just earlier was Taiji, which could be called the basic martial arts of Wudang. When synthesizing these things, Jang Sam-tae did not seem to be learning only a single martial art at all.

The reason Tang Jung-ak was flustered lay precisely there.

Originally, even if one learned only a single martial art, it was difficult to achieve great success, yet the fellow displayed this level of destructive power despite having learned countless martial arts.

This was by no means an ordinary thing.

“I told you… I am the Hunan Dan Family’s servant…”

Jang Sam-tae let out a sigh with a tired expression.

How many times did he have to say he was a servant for him to understand?

His frustration was beyond bounds, but even so, he did not seem to know at all the reason why Tang Jung-ak was shocked.

“Stop. That is enough.”

At that moment, a voice was heard and someone revealed themselves between the two. Sa Do-hak, wearing the mask of the Demonic Sky Ruler.

Although he had already known of their fight since long ago, he did not step forward, and only when a slight lull was reached did he finally reveal himself.

Whether he found something so amusing, his voice was quite excited.

“Do not stop me! I shall take that fellow’s throat…”

“Did I not tell you to stop?”

Sa Do-hak’s gaze swept toward Tang Jung-ak.

A gaze that was fiercely sharp.

Sharp as if looking at a single blade.

Tang Jung-ak felt a chill over his entire body, although it was just for a moment.

A sensation as if a blade brushed past his back. It felt as if he did not listen, it would dig in right away and cut off his breath.

‘Just what…’

Tang Jung-ak bowed his head in fluster.

He could not look straight.

The moment he met his gaze, it felt as if his neck would be cut.

“Father!”

At that moment, Tang Mun-hye ran over, gasping for breath. Taking in the traces visible in the surroundings, she cast a surprised gaze. That was none other than because Jang Sam-tae still stood fine despite having fought a fierce battle to this extent.

“How…”

“Do not speak.”

Tang Jung-ak turned his back while gritting his teeth. If he started talking, he felt he could not endure the anger welling up. Never had he been unable to hide his astonishment to this extent at a mere servant, nor had he ever been pushed back.

His head spun even more complicatedly.

‘I thought he was the Demonic Emperor’s successor…’

The Heavenly Demonic Revolving Sky Art was a martial art holding such a meaning. Yet, since Jang Sam-tae displayed Wudang’s martial arts including the Great Hand Seal, it was a situation where he could not make sense of it at all.

Frowning, he looked toward Tang Mun-hye.

“We depart for Chongqing!”

“Yes?!”

Tang Jung-ak hurried his steps. He intended to head to Chongqing without sleeping in the open like this. Because being in the same space as Jang Sam-tae, whom he failed to kill, was something that could not exist for his pride.

Therefore, as Tang Jung-ak left leading Tang Mun-hye, Jang Sam-tae slumped down, letting out a sigh of relief.

“He is… damn strong.”

“You held out better than I thought.”

“I really thought I was going to die!”

“Haha, you didn’t die, so it’s fine. By the way, how was it? Was it manageable?”

Jang Sam-tae let out a sigh with a groan.

But he held out for over fifteen minutes without major injury even without pouring out all of his original ultimate skills.

Jang Sam-tae clenched his fists.

“It is manageable!”

“Hehehe, yes, yes. That’s how it should be.”

Whether something was so amusing, Sa Do-hak looked at Jang Sam-tae and laughed.

It was a gaze as if finding an interesting toy.

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