Chapter 223: What Is That (1)
Chapter 222 – What Is That (1)
Black Mist Alliance Black Cloud Squad Leader Bang Ga-hyeok.
He wore a satisfied smile as he charged forward leading his subordinates.
Finally, the time of the world-turning changes had come.
For a long time, how much had the unorthodox martial artists been oppressed?
During that time, the unorthodox martial artists had been suppressed by the momentum of the orthodox martial artists and were not even treated as human beings.
The Martial Alliance had publicly created a list of Martial World public enemies and had been hunting humans.
Among them, there were far too many unfair deaths.
Someone who had never stabbed a person with a blade was turned into a murder fiend at some moment, and someone who had never even brushed against a woman’s collar was pushed to the title of a lustful heretic.
Simply because they practiced unorthodox arts.
The justice of this world was the Martial Alliance.
If one fell outside the standards they established, they were relentlessly driven to the symbol of evil.
Where could there be a greater evil than this?
Nevertheless, they had no way to stand against it.
Such was the nature of unorthodox martial artists.
Because they only pursued strong power, they did not unite with each other.
They followed the strong, but they never knew when they would stab them in the back.
Because although there were many innocent ones among the unorthodox martial artists, there were also many who were truly vicious in nature.
Trusting and relying on each other did not suit unorthodox martial artists.
However, the Black Mist Valley Master had stepped forward.
He had the power to lead people.
When Bang Ga-hyeok first met the Black Mist Valley Master, he shuddered.
‘This is the man! If it is him, he will be able to overturn the situation of the Jianghu!’
Although no one ordered him to do so, he swore loyalty and followed him.
If Ryu Nan told him to die, he would die, and if he told him to live, he would live.
That was how they had grown their influence, and finally they rose up.
Until reaching here, there was no failure.
Ah, the Demonic Pill Valley elixirs.
That could not even be called a failure.
If they had it, good; if not, whatever.
Since it was nothing more than helping to raise the rebellion.
Other than that, everything succeeded.
They attacked the Hebei branch and collapsed it in an instant, took over and controlled the Paeng Clan Estate, and annihilated the Yue Clan martial artists.
And the Black Mist Valley was reborn as the Black Mist Alliance, still absorbing many unorthodox martial artists.
‘Now it is time to destroy the Eon Clan!’
Look.
Those cowards who cannot even set their arrows on the string and release them!
They must find it hard to even handle this wave of death sweeping toward the Eon Clan.
The Eon Clan Estate, which lit up like broad daylight.
And the Eon Clan Leader, who stood on the watchtower, clearly looking flustered.
“Huh! Laughable. To be so scared that they cannot even shoot arrows. I am truly disappoint… huh?”
But where are they looking now?
Did the Eon Clan Leader’s gaze not point to a slightly different place? The place he was blankly staring at with a lost face was certainly a long way ahead of the Arhat Squad and the Black Cloud Squad.
Bang Ga-hyeok casually turned his head along the Eon Clan Leader’s gaze and winced.
“Wh-What? What is that?”
Was some madman not running over while smiling broadly? No, is he flying over?
‘Wh-Why is he so fa…!’
While he was thinking, the opponent had already thrown himself among the black-clad men.
“Ah!”
Screeech!
“Aaargh!”
“Aaargh!”
In an instant, Bang Ga-hyeok witnessed a surprising sight.
Was the young fellow who jumped into the middle of the Black Cloud Squad not running amok in all directions while swinging his sword like a death fiend?
Each time the death sword was swung, a desperate scream tore the air.
“Aaargh!”
“Wh-What! Block that fellow… cough!”
The black-clad men fell endlessly.
Namgung Cheon, who was dancing a sword dance in the middle of the black wave, shuddered as he smelled the blood.
‘Ah! how long has it been since this blood-purging!’
Did it feel like coming to his hometown?
To feel tranquility rather than fear while fighting across the line of death.
‘Am I gradually becoming a pervert?’
Whatever was fine.
Right now, he wanted to be faithful to this moment.
He did not want to lose this blood-purging opportunity, which came after a long time, by only thinking about it.
Indeed.
When swinging a sword, one had to be free of thoughts and desires. Only then would his feelings clear up, his luck open, and escape become possible… ah, he was not a fugitive now.
In any case, he had to enjoy it!
Swoosh!
As Namgung Cheon turned and struck with a single sword, the black-clad man who rushed in targeting his back fell with a death rattle.
“Ugh…!”
“What kind of monster is that…!”
“What on earth is that fellow? Why is he alone…?”
Did it not look as if Lu Bu of the Three Kingdoms period had reincarnated?
Just how many people was he facing simultaneously?
Namgung Cheon smirked and cracked his neck.
“Why are you like that? You shouldn’t hesitate. Have you seen a firefly hesitate? Come on, let’s be faithful to our instincts. You are fireflies. Rush in quickly.”
Hesitating.
The black-clad men surrounding Namgung Cheon winced and retreated.
They exchanged glances and continued a silent conversation.
‘What? Is he a madman?’
‘Is that fellow also an Eon Clan martial artist? Or the Paeng Clan?’
‘Looking at him fighting so ignorantly, he also looks like the Paeng Clan.’
Namgung Cheon suddenly roared.
“Aren’t you rushing? Come quickly!”
“Ugh! Where do you bluff!”
Ultimately, one of the black-clad men rushed in fiercely, swinging double blades.
Namgung Cheon twisted his lips and cheered.
“Yes! Exactly that spirit!”
Swish!
Swoosh!
In an instant, Namgung Cheon, who rotated his body like a top in the air, struck with his sword at the same time he landed on the ground.
Crack! Boom!
Surprisingly, the black-clad man who rushed in gallantly fell as his upper body was sliced in half.
“Gasp!”
“Ugh!”
Several martial artists even retched. They were all unorthodox martial artists who had experienced reasonably cruel fights.
However, the experience of seeing a person split in half alive was not common.
Yet that madman seemed completely fine.
Well, that must be why he sliced a person in half with a single sword.
Even so, he didn’t need to smile like that, did he?
A smile filled with madness.
“Hehehehe! Good, good! Come, rush in! Hurry!”
“Ugh…!”
Once again, the black-clad men winced and retreated. As the mad death fiend flashed his eyes and let out a bizarre laugh, goosebumps rose along their spines.
Namgung Cheon rolled his eyes here and there.
“What are you doing? Rush in beautifully.”
Namgung Cheon was indeed earnest.
Habits are truly scary.
Soldiers who have rolled in the battlefield all their lives cannot endure peace.
Rather, when sleeping in a peaceful house, they suffer from nightmares of resentful ghosts, or startle at the slightest sound.
The place such people ultimately seek again is the battlefield.
It was a strange thing that they rather obtained peace of mind on the front line where life and death crossed.
Namgung Cheon was exactly like that now.
Each time he cut off a life, he shuddered with a strange joy.
Was it a pleasure he could not cut off?
While Namgung Cheon was thus starved for blood, Bang Ga-hyeok strode through the black-clad men.
“You fools! You cannot catch one fellow and are doing this? Attack quickly!”
Spatting out the words, Bang Ga-hyeok stepped forward to lead by example.
Thud!
He dug into Namgung Cheon’s chest as secretly and quickly as the night wind.
Swiiiiiish!
His beloved weapon, the crescent blade, fell while tearing the night air.
Clang!
Screeech!
Namgung Cheon, who received the saber qi directly, slid backward for a long way.
“Oh, indeed! Who are you?”
Somehow Namgung Cheon’s voice also changed strangely.
Did it feel slightly more hoarse?
Right now, Namgung Cheon looked not much different from Jin Cheon-rang of his past life.
“I am the Black Cloud Squad Leader, Bang Ga-hyeok. And you?”
“You don’t even know me? I am the Heavenly Great…”
Namgung Cheon, who was about to speak without thinking, suddenly came to his senses.
‘Tsk, I got too drunk on the atmosphere.’
He had almost said ‘Heavenly Great Killing Star Jin Cheon-rang’.
Of course, he was not the Heavenly Great Killing Star, but at the end of his past life, he had introduced himself that way in near despair.
Namgung Cheon twisted his lips and spoke.
“I am the Namgung Clan’s Young Patriarch, Namgung Cheon!”
“Namgung Cheon? You are…?”
“Indeed.”
Bang Ga-hyeok narrowed his eyes.
Was he not the child Ryu Nan ordered to capture alive? The son of the Great Killing Star Jin Cheon-rang!
Ryu Nan asked without letting down his guard.
“Your father was the same unorthodox martial artist as us, so why do you fight for those who drove your father to death?”
“My father was never unorthodox, and was never orthodox. My father was just my father. Do not define my father as you please. The one who defines my father is my father.”
“What is he talking about? This fellow.”
“If you don’t understand, get lost!”
Swish!
Namgung Cheon flew like a ray of light.
“Ugh!”
In an instant, Bang Ga-hyeok widened his eyes and put forward his crescent blade.
Was it not a speed fast enough to be terrifying?
Swish, boom!
Screeech!
Although he barely blocked the strike, he felt painful as if his entire body would be torn apart.
“Th-That fellow! Everyone attack!”
“Woooaaah!”
Bang Ga-hyeok’s appearance instilled a certain morale in the hesitating martial artists.
They became fireflies again and threw themselves toward Namgung Cheon.
Namgung Cheon burst into a wild laugh.
“Hahaha! That’s right! That’s how you should be fireflies! Isn’t that so? You beautiful and foolish things!”
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Immersed in a strange nostalgia after a long time, Namgung Cheon was swept by madness again and began to dance a sword dance.
* * *
“Wh-What is that?”
Eon Yang-geol muttered, lost in thought.
Not only him, but all the martial artists standing on the watchtower stood still, their mouths wide open.
He had told him to carry out a defensive battle, so why did he suddenly jump into the enemy camp and cause that riot…
No, but was it good anyway?
Indeed, Namgung Cheon was fighting like a combat god.
Was it not the momentum of one against a hundred?
It went without saying that the black-clad men who were running with full power hesitated because of Namgung Cheon.
However, the number of black-clad men was large.
Although dozens of them were tied down where Namgung Cheon was running amok, the martial artists on the other side passed by as they were and charged toward the Eon Clan Estate.
No matter how much the Eon Clan Estate was built like a fortress below the cliff, the walls were not really as high as fortress walls.
It was a distance that anyone who practiced martial arts could jump up in a single breath.
“Cl-Clan Leader! The enemy is right in front!”
At the subordinate’s voice shouting nearby, Eon Yang-geol suddenly came to his senses and turned his gaze.
‘Aha! I temporarily lost my mind before Namgung Cheon’s divine power!’
Eon Yang-geol felt an inexpressible emotion.
For Namgung Cheon to fight with such determination to throw away his life to protect the Eon Clan! Indeed, tears were about to fall.
‘Namgung Cheon! To that extent for my family…! Even if the world turns its back on you, my family will surely grasp your hand!’
Eon Yang-geol, who had misunderstood something completely, hardened his heart and spoke.
“Look, the Jianghu Divine Dragon is fighting like that, not sparing his life to protect our family! Now it is our turn to show our resolve!”
“Yes, Clan Leader!”
The Eon Clan martial artists replied in unison, their eyes turning red.
Finally, seeing the enemy arriving right in front, Eon Yang-geol gave a sharp command.
“Shoot!”
Twang, twang, twang!
Swish, swish, swish!
Dark arrows densely filled the night sky.
Several unorthodox martial artists fell, turning over, while some dodged or deflected the flying arrows as they threw themselves forward.
When the agile martial artists climbed up the walls, Eon Yang-geol struck with the Eon Clan Fist and shouted.
“Where!”
Boom!
As the Eon Clan Fist based on the Jiangling Divine Art exploded, the black-clad man was sent flying like a cannonball.
“Carry on the spirit of the Jianghu Divine Dragon!”
“The Jianghu Divine Dragon fights for our family! Let’s also fight at the risk of our lives!”
“Woooaaaaah!”
In an instant, shouts and the clashing of weapons began to blend messily.
* * *
“Aaargh…!”
Bang Ga-hyeok widened his eyes as if to tear them and opened his mouth wide. Thick blood dripped from his open mouth.
Swoosh!
As Namgung Cheon drew out his sword, Bang Ga-hyeok collapsed helplessly.
A single blow.
He died completely, still wearing an unbelievable expression.
Namgung Cheon whipped his sword to shake off the blood and looked toward the wall. The momentum of the Eon Clan martial artists appeared exceptionally high.
“Why are they so excited? Are they also of the same temperament as me?”
It was Namgung Cheon who had misunderstood something completely.