Chapter 399: Chapter 399
Swoosh!
In a single moment, the fight stopped.
The Blood Heaven figures, who had been exchanging fierce offenses and defenses, pulled back one by one and gathered between the five men.
As if protecting them, they aimed their swords in all directions while emitting sharp killing intent.
At the same time, there were also those left behind.
Those who knelt to the Blood Heaven and bowed their heads to them. Mostly composed of small and medium sects or rogue martial artists, they sent anxious gazes like a child left stranded when the Blood Heaven crowds suddenly pulled out all at once.
There was no way the Orthodox-Unorthodox Alliance would miss them.
“Push forward!”
At the shout someone spat out, they rushed in all at once.
They pushed in while emitting a momentum so strong that it was hard to believe they were those who were pushed back until just earlier. That overwhelming pressure, looking as if harboring a storm, cut off the opponent’s morale and brought it over as their own.
Clang, clang, clang!
The ringing of the fierce battlefield resounded shrilly.
On the contrary, the figures of the Hunan Dan Family, including Namgung Cheon, stood blankly while confronting the Blood Heaven crowds. Ma Jang-gang and Gwon Mu-jin drew their swords and emitted momentum.
Jang Sam-tae had a clearly anxious expression, but as if knowing he could absolutely not run away from this spot, he let out a sigh and clenched his fists.
At the end of their gaze were four people.
There were Sa Do-hak, Namgung Cheon, Jeok Mu-seong, and Mu Cheon-pung.
Whether those standing proudly had also read the momentum of the five men in front of their eyes, solemnity was seen in their eyes.
“The Hunan Dan Family? I didn’t know we would face you in this kind of place.”
A man spoke.
The one standing at the very back.
He was a person with red hair like blood. As he lightly swept back the long, dangling hair, his bright red eyes harboring red flames shined murderously.
The moment they watched that, the four people realized.
‘It is him.’
The strongest one among these five.
The sensation felt the moment they looked at him spoke so. The alarm bell ringing in their heads seemed to send a warning to not clash hands with him, or to run away from this spot.
Sa Do-hak, who shined a smile despite himself, crooked his finger and provoked the man.
“What is your name, you?”
“Yeom.”
He knew at least that much that it was not a name.
Even so, that he spat out Yeom meant he had no name to proudly teach others. It seemed that the titles they called among themselves, or what their original lord, the Blood Demon, had called them, had become their names long ago.
“Quite an interesting name… Haha.”
Namgung Cheon shined a smile and applied strength to his sword.
He had no intention of wasting time chatting. If the enemy he must kill and be killed by was right in front of his eyes, what more words were needed?
He aimed his sword, looking at the man who had tried to kill Namgung Yong just earlier.
“You, talk with me for a bit.”
At that single word, the man frowned.
Did he not like Namgung Cheon’s words? Or did his arrogance bother him?
The man looked at Yeom with a somewhat angry gaze.
“Pung, play with him.”
The man called Pung nodded.
Before they knew it, the moment he pulled out his sword.
Boom, boom!
A fierce wind swept, and the remaining four men rushed toward the Hunan Dan Family all at once. Tremendous speed; everyone in the surroundings did not even see their movements.
However, they could not escape Namgung Cheon’s eyes.
Also, the other three people also dodged a lightly extended move, and thrust a move toward the others who chased in.
Boom!
A fierce clash of offense and defense took place in an instant.
The strength and destructive power displayed by the four people surpassed everyone’s imagination.
Although they were clearly humans, they were like ghosts since their movements were not seen, and the blades they extended wrapped a desolate coldness and gave chills to everyone.
“Th… What is that…”
Tang Sa-hwi, who was watching the situation, opened his eyes wide. Existences he could not even touch properly. Those who felt like they could not win no matter what method they used, and were like the sky that could never be reached.
Against such people, how could they fight?
They were by no means opposing with only courage.
The four people were fighting a fierce battle, widening the gap, narrowing the gap, and also targeting gaps, showing gaps, and exchanging offense and defense.
The strength they created wound all around.
As opposing forces intersected and spread, indeed the surroundings were turning into a wasteland.
Boom, boom, boom!
“Nonsense…”
Tang Sa-hwi lost his words, watching that entire situation.
Those who were gradually growing distant.
Whether they decided that fighting within the same space would bring nothing good, they were each leading their opponent and widening the distance.
Before long, the figures of the four people were not seen.
…….
Tang Sa-hwi broke into a cold sweat in gulps, looking at that.
The Sichuan Tang Family, which he believed to be superior to the Namgung Family.
At the current point, that must be an unmistakable fact, but before he knew it, a giant mountain called the Hunan Dan Family emerged once again in front of his eyes and blocked his front.
Tang Sa-hwi could not pull himself together.
“Ugh… pull yourself together! They are coming!”
At that moment, a sharp sound rang in his ears.
A familiar voice.
It was unmistakably Namgung So-hye.
She looked straight ahead and held her sword.
The man who was left standing alone scanned the surroundings and shined a smirk. That smile felt brutal, as if holding a toy.
“Kill them.”
There were none who tried to disobey the man’s single word. Although the four people vanished, the Blood Heaven crowds, who did not budge and kept their spots, began to rush fiercely simultaneously with the end of Yeom’s words.
Yeom watched that and shined a satisfied smile.
He seemed to like the eerie shrieks heard here and there very much. Could a person’s death be this pleasant? He did not care about the victory or defeat of this fight anyway.
If only he could enjoy the slaughter.
Only with that, there was a meaning in following Man Hu-ryang.
At that moment, Yeom’s gaze turned toward somewhere.
A faintly blowing wind; a peculiar momentum flowing in between.
As if stimulating his heart, or whispering and tempting, it flowed in softly and stimulated Yeom’s chest.
He smirked.
“Are they coming in the end?”
What would be that interesting?
What would make him that excited?
Yeom, licking his lips, slowly prepared to meet the death god who would soon arrive.
* * *
“Well, this…”
Namgung Cheon collected his breath.
Although he predicted the opponent’s strength to some extent, it felt even stronger than he had thought. Already clashing and exchanging offense and defense for over fifteen minutes, they only widened the gap without inflicting deep wounds on each other.
“Is the Sword Emperor of the world only to this extent? Not amusing.”
“That is the same for this side too. I had expectations of my own, you see…”
The man hung a sneer at Namgung Cheon’s leisure-mixed words.
Namgung Cheon, who was breathing heavily, did not look to have leisure. Although they said they were fighting an equal duel, since he was holding the upper hand in terms of physical strength, the victory was on the man’s side.
Since Namgung Cheon was not a fool to not know that, what was that leisure?
Was he trying to look like that on purpose?
At that moment, Namgung Cheon once again held his sword firmly and released his momentum. Even in the situation where he could not even collect his breath properly, the strength he emitted was indeed comparable to the man called Pung or to the extent that one wondered if it was a paper’s width apart.
Pung had no intention of leaving that leisure be any longer.
The moment he moved, he narrowed the distance, and simultaneously, the extended sword fiercely wound a storm.
A fierce momentum looking to wind all around and push away.
The force gathered in the sword was not a level Namgung Cheon could do anything about.
However, Namgung Cheon’s Emperor’s Sword Art was also a strength not inferior.
Clang!
Clashing.
A harsh resonance stimulated the ears of the two. The heavy feeling rushing from their fingertips and their mutual internal energy mixed inside entangled, creating a wave.
Boom!
An enormous ringing.
No matter who looked at this situation, it was by no means a fight of ordinary martial artists.
The strength gathering and spreading every time single sword clashed was great enough to be beyond anyone’s imagination, to the extent that it made one clearly realize this fight was a fight of the Sky Beyond Sky.
Slash!
At that moment, Pung’s blade cut Namgung Cheon’s waist. Although it did not go deep, it was a move that tilted the fight, which had been tight until now, at once.
Namgung Cheon gritted his teeth and closed his mouth.
Even swallowing down the rushing pain, he glared his eyes.
He looked at Pung who, thinking he seized the victory, extended his sword consecutively. He saw his blade bending in a strange direction and returning once again.
Slash!
Splash!
Blood surged from Namgung Cheon’s waist.
It was not a light wound but a sword that entered deep. It was a move that captured the opponent completely, and due to that single move, the victory or defeat of this fight could be said to have tilted completely toward Pung.
Pung’s expression loosened even more.
If it was a situation where he seized the victory, he must never withdraw his sword.
He pushed even more fiercely.
Slash, slash, slash!
The blade was swung at a speed so fast it was not even seen. Blood surged here and there from Namgung Cheon’s body, who was barely dodging it.
Even if he blocked and dodged, since his body had already suffered deep wounds, he did not move as he resolved.
In a fight with a comparable expert, this kind of difference was extremely large.
“Hahahaha! The Sword Emperor of the world is also nothing much!”
Pung laughed.
He originally enjoyed bullying those weaker than himself. Because it was truly amusing to see the fear-stricken weak wriggling while trampled under his overwhelming advantage.
Was it that Namgung Cheon’s appearance flinched every time blood splattered was highly amusing?
Like a cat playing with a mouse before killing it, Pung’s sword played with the opponent without going deep even though there was a clear gap.
At that moment.
Shiver!
Pung, who was laughing, met eyes with Namgung Cheon.
Feeling goosebumps rising all over his body simultaneously, he was cowed by that overwhelming gaze.
“Did you finish having all your fun?”
A somewhat exhausted voice stimulated his ears.
The moment he looked at Namgung Cheon once again with a tense gaze, trying to erase the word carelessness from his head.
Stab!
Namgung Cheon’s blade, which he thrust lightly, pierced his heart.
Splash!
But it did not end there. Like a person who knew he would not die easily from such a thing, looking at Pung who flinched the moment his heart was pierced, he swung his sword largely in a horizontal arc.
The blade coming out while cutting his heart, muscles, and arm sprayed Pung’s blood in all directions.
“Keuh-eok…!”
“I shall not tell you to not be careless. Since you and I are similar all the same. But you were somewhat hasty.”
Namgung Cheon muttered, shaking off the blood-stained blade.
He looked at Pung who staggered while spitting out word by word. Pung, who swayed greatly once, let out shouts of shock and applied strength to the sword he held.
It was a mental strength hard to think of as someone whose heart was pierced and arm was severed.
But.
Slash!
Soon, his head soared high into the sky.
“How is it? The taste of the Sword Emperor’s sword style…?”
Namgung Cheon muttered, looking at the head rolling on the floor.
Although he could not know if he was listening, in a short instant of a moment, the eyes of the head rolling on the floor seemed to turn toward Namgung Cheon.
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