Chapter 242: It's Late, You Bastard. (3)
Chapter 241 – It’s Late, You Bastard.(3)
“I’ve gone mad! I’ve gone mad!”
Thud! Slash!
Constantly muttering to himself, Yun Cheom-san swung his sword relentlessly at the men in black.
Blood splattered, and screams rose. However, the numbers of the enemy showed no sign of decreasing.
“Why on earth did I come here! If I’ve gone mad, I’ve truly gone completely mad!”
Slash!
Having just sliced a man in black in two, he staggered and leaned his back against the wall.
“Pant, pant, pant…!”
His breath rose to the very edge of his chin.
They say when a person changes suddenly, it’s time for them to die.
Just what had possessed him to listen to the words of that servant fellow named Bok-seong?
Normally, he wouldn’t even look at the Namgung Clan whether it was ruined or not. No, rather, he would have been waiting to see if an opportunity would come to the Mount Huang Yun Clan after the Namgung Clan fell.
Of course, Bok-seong had said that even the Mount Huang Yun Clan would be in danger after the downfall of the Namgung Clan, but he would have just snorted at that.
However, because that guy had to bring up his son Jong-seung of all things, his heart had moved.
The moment he recalled Namgung Cheon, the thought that his son might truly become a pushover naturally came to mind.
After that, he followed his instincts.
He judged that it was better to join hands rather than make an enemy of the rising Namgung Clan.
Yet, having come here in person…
“This is just like searching for a grave and walking right into it! The greatest mistake of my life!”
While muttering to himself, another man in black flew in like a ray of light.
“Die!”
He had no idea how many times he had heard those words today. Were the words ‘Die’ and the men in black in an inseparable relationship?
He even felt that he might actually die from being brainwashed by those repeated cries of ‘Die’.
However, he could not die so futilely.
Shouldn’t he at least struggle until he had the strength to hold a sword?
“Haaat!”
Clang!
The blade Yun Cheom-san swung with determination was torn from his palm and flew into the air.
‘Ah…!’
The moment he thought he was doomed to die, Yun Cheom-san quickly bent his back, used the recoil of the wall, and stretched out his bare hand.
“Take this!”
Bursting into a shout in place of a battle cry, Yun Cheom-san thrust a palm strike just like that.
Bam!
Feeling the impact delivered to his knuckles, Yun Cheom-san realized that his Red Lotus Palm had landed properly.
Whoosh, crash!
The man in black, who was thrown like a cannonball, rolled his eyes back, slammed into the wall, and died instantly.
“Pant, pant, pant…!”
Yun Cheom-san, panting heavily, looked down at his palm and smiled bitterly.
‘Not bad for a final blow.’
Living as a martial artist, one occasionally assumes death.
Is it not the martial artist who always wears a sword at their side and refines their skills to inflict injury on someone?
There is no guarantee that such injury will not return to oneself. And the deeper the injury, the closer death is bound to be.
Consequently, they occasionally recall the moment of death.
In that case, what kind of appearance would he die in?
Most martial artists would wish, if they had to die anyway, to die after a refreshing match with an absolute expert.
However, Yun Cheom-san…
‘Tch, although I hoped to die of old age in my bedchamber.’
Well, even if that was out of the question now, the final blow he dealt the man in black just now was not bad.
It was a blow worthy of pride as a martial artist.
That was enough then.
Suddenly, he missed his youngest son Jong-seung.
‘My son, avenge your father someday.’
His eldest son would be adapting well at the Martial Alliance, so there would be nothing to worry about.
Just as he thought so, another man in black charged.
Now he had no weapon, and his palm throbbed, leaving him with no strength to resist.
Yun Cheom-san smiled faintly.
‘Namgung Cheon. Since I have sacrificed myself for your clan like this, you must repay that favor.’
Finally, the man in black who flew to his immediate vicinity shouted.
“Die!”
He knew it would be so.
Perhaps his dying now was due to those repeated brainwashing-like words.
As the man in black’s sword was about to pierce his heart…
Bam!
Suddenly, along with a dull sound, didn’t the man in black’s neck snap and fly away?
Crash!
The man in black, rolling with a loud noise, soon lay limp like a rag.
Yun Cheom-san opened his eyes wide and looked at the savior who had suddenly appeared.
“Father! Are you alright?”
The savior was none other than his son, Yun Jong-seung.
“Jo-Jong-seung!”
“Yes, Father! I have come!”
“Jong-seung! Did you really come here…!”
“I followed Namgung Cheon. I had a hunch, and as expected, you were here, Father!”
“Otherwise, you would be a pusho…”
“Yes?”
“Ah, no. We are families of the same Mount Huang, so how could we ignore a neighbor’s difficulties? I knew it was dangerous beforehand, but I came to help out of consideration for the Jianghu’s righteousness.”
“Father…”
“Yes, I know you are moved by your father’s chivalry…”
“Please don’t die. Because I like you just the way you are, Father.”
“Huh? What is that…”
“They say when a person changes suddenly, they die.”
“Ahem! Hmph! To think you remain so ignorant of your father’s true heart…”
“But Father…”
“Si-Silence! How have you been?”
“Ah… many things happened. Since we have come now, rest easy.”
“Just because a few of you came doesn’t mean the situation will change. You at least should pull out and run away.”
“Ah, you seem like my father now. Thank goodness.”
“Ah, what do you mean by that!”
“But I have no intention of doing so. I will fight together with Namgung Cheon.”
“My son, are you saying that even after seeing that things have reached this point? Already, the Namgung Clan…”
It was then.
Namgung Cheon’s voice rang out, shaking the heavens.
“Everyone, freeze!”
The voice filled with internal energy was so loud that the martial artists clashing blades flinched in unison and looked around.
Expressions of embarrassment appeared on the faces of the men in black, while hope began to show on the faces of the Namgung Clan’s martial artists.
“It’s the Young Patriarch!”
“The Young Patriarch has come!”
Before they knew it, Namgung Cheon had become a highly symbolic existence in the Namgung Clan.
Looking at those Namgung Clan martial artists, Namgung Cheon felt a ticklish sensation for some reason.
‘Well, this isn’t bad either.’
In his past life, he was always someone who was unwelcome.
Wherever he went, he was an object of vigilance, merely a target for clashing blades.
Yet, because there were those who welcomed him so enthusiastically just by his appearance, his shoulders shrugged up.
Standing on the wall of the Deep Blue Courtyard, Namgung Cheon flung the three heads in his hand into the inner courtyard.
Thud, roll.
The heads that rolled haphazardly stopped right in front of the Blood Rain Squad Leader and the Blood Shadow Squad Leader.
After verifying the heads of the Demonic Cult Elder, the Blood Shadow Divine Demon, and the Black Heaven Demon Guest, they froze like stone.
“The-The Lord…!”
“H-How can this be…?”
As they looked back with desolate expressions, Namgung Cheon strode over with an indifferent expression.
“I am in a very bad mood right now. That’s why I cut off those three heads myself, yet my anger still isn’t appeased. In my heart, I want to wipe out all of you bastards, but then you fellows would fight with all your might, wouldn’t you? Then our mutual damage would increase. Am I right or wrong?”
“…”
“When a person asks, shouldn’t you answer?”
“What do you have to say?”
When the Blood Rain Squad Leader growled, Namgung Cheon stared at him and strode over.
“What? What are you…!”
Slap!
Instantly, the Blood Rain Squad Leader’s cheek was whipped around. It was a slap infused with internal energy, and Namgung Cheon’s body had become as hard as steel due to taking the Strength-Strengthening Divine Pill.
Consequently, the Blood Rain Squad Leader’s eyes were truly about to roll back.
Instantly, the Blood Shadow Squad Leader beside him was startled and brought his sword forward.
Clang!
“Has this crazy bastard gone mad because he wants to die!”
“Hey, who in the world goes mad because they want to die? No, is there? Is it guys like you?”
“What?”
“I told you. I’m in a shitty mood right now. In my heart, I want to wipe out all of you small fry too, but there are too many heads. So it seems our clan will also suffer damage. Therefore, let’s make a rational decision together. I will open a way for you to live, so if you don’t want to die, get lost. How about it?”
“Shut up!”
Instantly, the Blood Shadow Squad Leader barked a shout and swung his sword toward Namgung Cheon’s neck.
Yet Namgung Cheon stood calmly without even thinking of blocking it.
‘A lunatic! To let his guard down in this situation!’
Sneering inwardly, the Blood Shadow Squad Leader slammed a strike straight onto Namgung Cheon’s neck.
Clang!
However, the sensation and sound transmitted along the blade were completely unexpected.
At this rate, didn’t it feel like hitting a solid lump of iron rather than flesh?
Sure enough, Namgung Cheon’s neck only suffered a shallow scratch, and not a single drop of blood flowed.
‘What in the…? A body impervious to blades?’
However, that made no sense.
A Martial Alliance cadet who had not even reached twenty having a body impervious to blades!
Actually, because Namgung Cheon had taken the Strength-Strengthening Divine Pill and even applied the Strength-Strengthening Divine Art he had seen from the Jinzhou Eon Clan, he was able to produce such an effect.
Namgung Cheon stared blankly at the Blood Shadow Squad Leader.
“Since you struck first, it’s my turn now, right?”
“Gasp…!”
The Blood Shadow Squad Leader retreated hesitantly with a face as if he had seen a ghost.
Shring.
As Namgung Cheon drew the Emerald Silk Sword, the Blood Rain Squad Leader, who had been slapped just now, grit his teeth and tried to step forward.
However, Namgung Cheon cast a cold gaze first.
“Freeze. If you move even a single step, you die too.”
Although it was a tone that some neighborhood hoodlum would spit out, the Blood Rain Squad Leader’s feet did not move easily.
At this moment, Namgung Cheon truly exuded an atmosphere like a grim reaper.
Was that really a qi that a cadet could emit?
It was truly a sticky aura of death.
An alien aura, not matching the prestigious orthodox sects at all, drifted from Namgung Cheon’s entire body.
“Mmm…”
While the Blood Rain Squad Leader faltered, the Blood Shadow Squad Leader showed a movement close to a fit.
“Grr! Pulling your cheap tricks!”
Swish!
Just as the blade the Blood Shadow Squad Leader swung was about to strike Namgung Cheon’s neck again!
Grab!
Namgung Cheon caught the blade with his bare hand before anyone knew it.
‘How absurd!’
The Blood Shadow Squad Leader’s eyes widened as if they would tear.
Actually, Namgung Cheon was overflowing with energy right now.
Because he had consumed the energy of the White Spirit Pill before coming here.
When Namgung Cheon applied force to his hand, wasn’t the Blood Shadow Squad Leader’s blade crumpled like a sheet of paper and then snapped in two?
Immediately after, Namgung Cheon drove the broken blade straight into the Blood Shadow Squad Leader’s neck.
Squish!
“Cough!”
As the Blood Shadow Squad Leader clutching his neck collapsed powerlessly, Namgung Cheon cast a cold gaze at everyone.
“How about it? Do you all want to die once? Even so, aren’t I giving you a chance like a descendant of a prestigious orthodox sect?”
“Hmph! Yes, let’s die!”
The next moment, another person flew like lightning from among the men in black.
He was none other than the Black Heaven Squad Leader, a direct subordinate of the Black Heaven Demon Guest.
However, the result was the same this time as well.
Namgung Cheon reached out with an SendMessage query or similar and grabbed the flying sword.(Wait, the raw has: “.” -> “Namgung Cheon reached out with an indifferent gaze and grabbed the flying sword.”)
Screeech!
“Ugh!”
Immediately after, Namgung Cheon slapped the Black Heaven Squad Leader’s cheek just like that.
Slap!
“Agh!”
“Do you really have to taste shit to know it’s shit?”
Slap!
“Ugh!”
“Are you in the wrong or not?”
Slap!
“Ugh!”
Namgung Cheon’s slaps continued repeatedly.
Even so, the surrounding men in black only faltered and could not rashly intervene.
That was due to Namgung Cheon’s unique qi.
The overwhelming aura instinctively learned by one who had only run away for decades.
The brutal aura that spread around while he focused on beating up one guy.
The pleasure felt at such times was…
‘Ah, if I do this, I really seem like the Great Killing Star…’
Just as Namgung Cheon tried to quickly shake off the feeling of being swept away by the atmosphere, the Black Heaven Squad Leader barely opened his mouth with a swollen face.
“I… I was wr… ong…”
“Were you wrong?”
“Yes…”
Namgung Cheon stared for a moment, then swung his palm.
“Too late, you bastard.”
Slap!