Chapter 240: It's Late, You Bastard. (1)
Chapter 239 – It’s Late, You Bastard.(1)
The Blood Shadow Divine Demon twitched his eyes and glared at Namgung Cheon. He could not believe this situation right now.
He inadvertently tried to raise his saber, only to realize once again belatedly that his arm had been severed.
“Ugh…!”
Tap, tap, tap!
Quickly tapping his acupoints, the Blood Shadow Divine Demon swiftly drew a sword about one chi long from his waist.
Originally, he used the blood-colored Blood Flame Saber with his right hand and the dagger he just drew with his left hand, so there was nothing awkward about it.
The Blood Shadow Divine Demon licked the blade and murmured coldly.
“Indeed, you are the Divine Dragon of the Jianghu. It seems your reputation in the world is not hollow.”
“I’m surprised you’re so calm despite that. Should I have cut off one of your legs too?”
“Your tongue has ripened well.”
As the Blood Shadow Divine Demon murmured with a sneer, Namgung Cheon curled up the corners of his mouth.
“Since I’m in my growth period. Every part of me must ripen well.”
“I will pluck out that three-inch tongue of yours first!”
Swish!
Whoosh!
The Blood Shadow Divine Demon thrust his dagger without hesitation.
It was a determination to kill with a single blow.
Because he was originally cruel by nature, he had a habit of ravaging and killing his opponents as much as possible.
However, now he focused solely on cutting off his opponent’s breath.
That was because he could not ignore Namgung Cheon’s martial prowess.
Yet the next moment, the Blood Shadow Divine Demon widened his eyes as if they would tear and could not budge a single bit.
Clang!
Amazingly, wasn’t the dagger he thrust blocked by Namgung Cheon’s palm, unable to move at all?
“What in the…?”
Such an absurd thing had occurred that it was beyond belief.
Blocking a thrust sword with bare hands?
But the sensation transmitted through the blade was not the feeling of piercing a palm. It was like hitting a solid lump of iron.
Namgung Cheon slowly closed his palm and gripped the blade of the dagger.
‘Oh, the effects of the Strength-Strengthening Divine Pill are good.’
It was so.
The reason Namgung Cheon could grab the dagger even with bare hands was because he had taken the Strength-Strengthening Divine Pill given by the Jinzhou Eon Clan.
For the Blood Shadow Divine Demon who did not know such a fact, it was absolutely mind-boggling.
‘To think that he has achieved a body impervious to blades at this young age!’
While the Blood Shadow Divine Demon’s pupils shook, Namgung Cheon applied force to his hand, and the dagger snapped with a crack.
The Blood Shadow Divine Demon’s eyes twitched once again.
‘Oh no!’
Swish, squish!
The next moment, the broken blade lodged deeply into the Blood Shadow Divine Demon’s eyeball.
“Aaaargh!”
The Blood Shadow Divine Demon, who had maintained a calm attitude all along, also twisted his body while bursting into a miserable scream this time. Immediately after, he felt a heavy pain flying into his lower abdomen.
Thud!
Whoosh, crash!
The Blood Shadow Divine Demon flew to one side of the wall, crashed directly, and tumbled down.
Namgung Cheon strode over and stepped firmly on the crown of the Blood Shadow Divine Demon’s head.
“Where should I ruin next?”
“…!”
“What did you say again? Ah, something about the joy of seeing the morning sunlight, right? In that case, should I gouge out your remaining eye first?”
Namgung Cheon raised the Emerald Silk Sword and aimed it at the Blood Shadow Divine Demon’s eye.
At that moment, the remaining men in black in the courtyard shouted in unison and threw their bodies.
“Stop that bastard!”
“Stop!”
Swish!
The moment the martial artists dressed in black flew in like a swarm of bats,
Swish!
Following the sound of tearing air, a large saber flew in, slicing through a man in black’s body and embedding itself into the wall.
Crack!
Crash!
The man in black, whose upper and lower body were horribly split, tumbled straight down and lay sprawled out haphazardly.
Consequently, the men in black charging behind him also stopped in a hurry and guarded the surroundings warily.
Soon after, Paeng Su-hyeok and Yu Hyeon jumped over the wall and appeared.
Paeng Su-hyeok, who arrived first, pulled out the saber embedded in the wall and cracked his neck.
“Who dares to touch my comrade?”
The next moment, Paeng Su-hyeok’s eyes settled coldly.
“You must be eager to die.”
Under that ominous momentum, the men in black retreated warily.
Yu Hyeon, who arrived after Paeng Su-hyeok, smiled and asked.
“Young Hero Paeng, that is what Young Hero Namgung said earlier…”
“Daoist Yu Hyeon.”
“Yes?”
“Could you be quiet for a bit? Because I am riding the mood right now.”
“I shall do so.”
As Yu Hyeon spoke with a gentle smile, Paeng Su-hyeok slung his great saber over his shoulder and twisted his lips.
“Daoist Yu Hyeon.”
“Yes.”
“You can kill these subhuman things to your heart’s content now. Don’t hold back.”
“I do not enjoy killing.”
“Um… I-Is that so…? By the way, where is Jong-seung?”
“Well. He went elsewhere, saying he would search for his father.”
“I see. Well, in any case…”
Paeng Su-hyeok looked around at the men in black and said.
“Since we took something, let’s pay for the medicine!”
Finishing his words, Paeng Su-hyeok kicked the ground and threw his body toward the group of men in black.
Looking at his retreating back, Namgung Cheon looked down at the Blood Shadow Divine Demon again and asked.
“Ah, my bad. I was distracted for a moment. Just in case some fellow caused trouble. Where did we leave off?”
“Stop acting foolish and kill me.”
“I was planning to do so anyway.”
The next moment, having finished his words, Namgung Cheon slit the Blood Shadow Divine Demon’s neck without a shred of hesitation.
Shhh!
Instantly spraying blood like a fountain, the Blood Shadow Divine Demon met a futile end.
Namgung Cheon turned around and approached Namgung Pyo.
“Are you alright?”
“Young Patriarch…”
Seeing the Young Patriarch he had waited for so long appear before his eyes, Namgung Pyo wondered if he was dreaming.
“Young Patriarch… you have come.”
“Of course I should come. It is my home.”
“Indeed. This is your home. Cough, cough!”
When Namgung Pyo coughed, dark red blood was spat out.
Taking a deep breath, Namgung Pyo grabbed Namgung Cheon’s hand.
“I have misunderstood you all this time. Whew, whew… please forgive me. A-Although I depart like this… please take good care… of the clan… cough! Ugh!”
Coughing up another bucket of blood, Namgung Pyo smiled faintly. It felt as if all energy was draining from his entire body.
Still, this was enough.
Didn’t the Young Patriarch come?
To think that the Young Patriarch, whom he had once hated so much, would be this reassuring.
Now he could close his eyes in peace…
“Uh? You can’t close your eyes like this. Come on, open them. Quickly!”
“Huh…?”
Namgung Pyo looked at Namgung Cheon with an absurd expression.
Wasn’t Namgung Cheon forcing open his closing eyes with his fingers? Consequently, his one remaining eyeball was about to sting.
“Young Patriarch… there is no hope for me now…”
“Hey, you are still in your prime, so why say such words? Here, take this first.”
Namgung Cheon pulled a pill from his chest and handed it over.
“Th-This is…?”
“It is the Soul-Calling Pill, which is said to make even a dead person spring back up. I brought it directly from the Jinzhou Eon Clan, so you can trust its efficacy.”
“Young Patriarch…!”
Tears welled up in Namgung Pyo’s eyes. When his throat choked up and he could not continue speaking, Namgung Cheon nodded.
“I know, I know. I am a bit cool today. Myself.”
“Thank you. To think you would save me. More than that, we must quickly help the Clan Leader…”
“Don’t worry, take your medicine, and rest a bit. I will clear things up as quickly as possible.”
Namgung Pyo nodded and quickly threw the Soul-Calling Pill into his mouth. For some reason, a pungent herbal scent stimulated the tip of his nose.
A moment later, he felt Namgung Pyo’s body meridians harden and his internal energy rotate rapidly.
‘Certain comfortable… Huh?’
Something was strange.
Wasn’t the internal energy flowing along his meridians suddenly running wild?
“Cough! Cough! Ugh!”
Vomiting dark blood again, Namgung Pyo looked at his body in bewilderment.
Blood overflowed from his shoulder where the sword had been stabbed, and his hands and feet trembled ruthlessly.
“Uh? That’s strange…?”
Namgung Cheon also opened his eyes wide as if Namgung Pyo’s reaction was unexpected and asked.
“Didn’t your mind and body feel a bit more comfortable?”
“No? I am getting really excited? I feel like running around everywhere. I feel like screaming?”
“Huh? Why is that? Ah, oh no! I mistook the pills. Ah, what a waste of a White Spirit Pill. Here, take this instead.”
Namgung Cheon belatedly pulled out another pill and handed it over. Since he had fed a dying man the White Spirit Pill, the flow of internal energy accelerated and the bleeding also worsened.
However, this time it was the real Soul-Calling Pill.
As Namgung Pyo quickly threw the pill into his mouth, only then did his mind and body gradually begin to regain peace. The internal energy that had tried to run wild of its own accord also gradually stabilized.
Only then did Namgung Cheon wipe his cold sweat and mutter.
“Whew, I almost sent you to the underworld.”
Having passed the crisis, Namgung Pyo closed his eyes peacefully and thought.
‘Can I… truly trust that bastard?’
Namgung Cheon raised his head and looked at the roof.
‘Shall I go to the Clan Leader now?’
Tap!
The next moment, as Namgung Cheon kicked the ground and soared, the roof shattered to pieces, leaving a gaping hole.
Meanwhile, the pockmarked old man, who was focusing on the duel of internal energy, twitched his eyebrows when a dark shadow suddenly soared up behind Namgung Geom.
‘What is it?’
He belatedly glanced sideways and saw the carnage that had unfolded in the courtyard of the martial arena hall. The corpses of the men in black lay sprawled everywhere.
Because he was clashing swords and focusing extremely on the duel of internal energy, he had not realized what was happening in the courtyard of the martial arena hall.
A heavy voice flowed from Namgung Geom’s mouth.
“It seems our Young Patriarch has arrived.”
“Young Patriarch.”
The pockmarked old man muttered and stared at Namgung Geom.
It was a strange thing.
Didn’t a faint warmth settle on Namgung Geom’s face, which had seemed as if it wouldn’t bleed even if pricked with a needle?
Did this man even have such a thing as warmth?
Was the existence of the Young Patriarch of such great meaning to Namgung Geom?
‘Well, it shouldn’t matter. Since there won’t be anyone who will rashly intervene in a duel of internal energy.’
The pockmarked old man brushed it off and focused his mind again.
If a third party intervened in a duel of internal energy between experts, everyone would be in danger. In the worst-case scenario, all three people could die or fall into qi deviation.
Therefore, there was no choice for a third party but to watch until a decision was reached.
‘Anyway, he is holding out quite well, more than expected.’
He thought that after fighting all night, his internal energy would hit rock bottom. So he induced the duel of internal energy.
However, Namgung Geom was holding out for an unexpectedly long time. Had he known this would happen, he wouldn’t have engaged in a duel of internal energy in the first place.
“It seems you benefited a bit from pocketing our Cult’s item.”
When the pockmarked old man spoke coldly, Namgung Geom chuckled.
“Isn’t the finder the keeper? Our Young Patriarch would surely have said so.”
“Fussing over the Young Patriarch as always. Do you think anything will change if the Young Patriarch appears even when things have reached this state?”
“Of course. Because that child is capable of doing so.”
While the pockmarked old man narrowed his eyes, ‘that child’ strode over and stood beside Namgung Geom.
‘So that fellow is Namgung Cheon.’
Namgung Cheon quietly watched the confrontation between the two and said.
“The Clan Leader is in an unfavorable position.”
The pockmarked old man glanced at him and spoke.
“Kid, since this is a duel of internal energy, don’t rashly intervene. If you intervene for nothing, your Clan Leader might fall into qi deviation and become an idiot.”
“You will get hurt too, old man.”
“Of course I would suffer internal injuries too. But I won’t suffer as severe internal injuries as your Clan Leader. However, as long as you do not intervene, your Clan Leader might at least save his life.”
Of course, it was a lie.
Although he was holding out quite well, Namgung Geom’s internal energy was now hitting rock bottom. The pockmarked old man knew that too.
Later, when Namgung Geom, having suffered internal injuries, coughed up blood, he intended to push a large amount of energy at that moment to take his life.
However, Namgung Cheon was still a greenhorn who had not even reached twenty.
If he coaxed him well with plausible words in such a crisis, he would naturally have no choice but to believe what he wanted to believe…
“Where are you pulling this dogshit trick?”
“Yes, dogshit… Huh? What?”
As the pockmarked old man stared with wide eyes, Namgung Cheon approached with large strides, wearing a crooked expression.
“Wet your mouth before barking. You want me to believe that now? Do I look like a pushover to you?”
“Child, if I only find the item and return…”
“I told you to stop pulling your dogshit tricks.”
Namgung Cheon, who had gotten close before they knew it, shoved his face forward and growled.
The pockmarked old man’s anger surged in an instant, but since he was in the middle of a duel of internal energy, he could do nothing.
Namgung Cheon also could not touch the old man rashly and only circled around him.
‘This young fellow is bothering me!’
However, in a duel of internal energy, peace of mind was important above all. If he pushed just a bit more like this, he could turn Namgung Geom into a cripple.
‘Fine, mess around only until then. But once this duel ends, you…’
Trickle…!
‘Huh? What is this warm feeling…?’
The pockmarked old man furrowed his brow and rolled his eyeballs here and there. Then, feeling a warm yet unpleasant sensation in his lower body, he shouted.
“You bastard! What are you doing?”
No sooner had his words ended than the smell of urine brushed the tip of his nose.
Namgung Cheon shuddered once, stepped to the side, and smirked.
“Ah, because I ran such a long way without stopping, I urgently needed to urinate. Coincidentally, there was such a good place to do it.”
“Grr…!”