Chapter 183: Chapter 183
“There’s a bit of a difference?”
Cheon-hwi looked at the battlefield.
The attackers, who had been overwhelming the escorts just a moment ago, were collapsing helplessly as they collided with the Flying Sword Squad and the Fire Spirit Squad.
Especially, the performances of Jeok-geom and Cheon-hyang were incredible. As if their training all this time had not been in vain, every time their swords moved, the attackers fell one by one.
The two of them ran wild like fish meeting water.
It was an overwhelming difference in skill.
‘As expected.’
Cheon-hwi’s eyes narrowed.
Even during the previous joint operation, hadn’t the Mount Hua Sect overwhelmed the ordinary disciples?
The biggest problem was the presence or absence of an expert.
And the expert who had overturned the board was not there.
The place where he was…….
Cheon-hwi swiftly turned his head.
“Wouldn’t it be better to get up quickly?”
What he looked at along with his low words was a man lying flat on the floor.
The man, who was lying with his head turned half away, did not react at all to the question.
“Are you going to keep playing dead? If you do, it will end without you being able to do anything.”
Cheon-hwi let out a sneer.
It was a ridiculous act.
He stopped breathing and hid his presence.
It seemed like the Turtle Breathing Great Art, but there didn’t seem to be a distinct purpose.
‘No, is there one?’
The man’s figure was captured in his sight.
His deep and profound eye power clearly reflected the vigorously moving inner qi of his.
“It’s too late to run away too.”
The man’s head moved slightly.
His hair fluttered, and through it, eerie eyes scattered a cold light.
Soon, the man placed both hands on the ground.
“……It was a painful blow.”
Along with a voice devoid of high or low pitches, the man slowly raised his body.
Very slowly.
“You’re relaxed.”
Cheon-hwi waited quietly.
He had plenty of time anyway.
The Flying Sword Squad and the Fire Spirit Squad had seized the chance of victory, but they hadn’t completely won yet.
And he was curious.
The corners of Cheon-hwi’s mouth twisted.
What on earth would that person cornered into a dead end do?
Would he try to fight?
Or would he look for the next opportunity?
After a while, the man straightened his back and stood up straight.
A height about a span shorter than Cheon-hwi.
However, his slender body and small head made his height look much taller.
“Did you strike with that scabbard?”
The man pushed his hair back.
The traces of the scabbard were clearly engraved on the face revealed to the world.
Cheon-hwi answered while shaking the scabbard.
“Right. I swung with this. How was it, quite heavy, wasn’t it?”
Was it because he had gotten used to swinging the scabbard while training them?
Cheon-hwi, rather than drawing his sword, had swung the scabbard whole before that.
“It wasn’t just to the extent of being heavy.”
“It must have hurt quite a bit?”
“Considerably.”
The man’s words were short.
However, dense anger and killing intent were surging like an active volcano in his voice.
At that time, the man stroked his cheek.
Then, an amazing thing happened.
His facial bones seemed to twist, and soon the wound from the scabbard on his cheek disappeared.
No, not just the traces.
The man, who had a soft impression, had transformed into a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance at some point.
“Huh? Disguise Art?”
Cheon-hwi stuck out his lips in a pout.
“I waited for nothing.”
“What do you mean?”
“What do I mean? I thought I had caught the tail of the mastermind, but you’re a discarded card.”
The man’s brow furrowed.
“I am a discarded card? You sprout nonsense quite well.”
“What nonsense, it’s obvious.”
Cheon-hwi hung the scabbard on his waistbelt.
“Those who learned the Disguise Art are mostly used as spies or bait. Would they be used as important combat power?”
He recalled the use of the Disguise Art used in his past life.
There were those who learned it out of interest, and there were also those who learned it to go out into the Central Plains, but it was mostly those two.
Spies planted in the Central Plains.
Or to cause confusion.
“I don’t know if it’s an expression of confidence, but you shouldn’t have shown the Disguise Art in front of me. I feel at ease when I quickly deal with things that might become bothersome in the future.”
Cheon-hwi, who let out a sigh, drew his sword.
Following that, he raised his inner qi.
The inner qi of the Plum Blossom Divine Art reacted to Cheon-hwi’s intent and wove threads on the sword.
The naturally blooming sword qi.
Cheon-hwi, who lightly held the sword that began to emit a faint yet unforgettable plum blossom scent, threw his body without delay.
“……!”
The man’s eyes widened.
Cheon-hwi’s face, which had been far away, filled his sight at some point.
At the same time, a burning pain was felt in his shoulder.
“Keuk!”
Puuk!
Cheon-hwi, who rushed in the blink of an eye, pierced the man’s shoulder and scattered blood.
The man’s eyes trembled violently.
But that was also for a moment.
Grasp!
The man grabbed the sword blade with his left hand.
When he grabbed the sword containing sword qi, Cheon-hwi looked at him in surprise.
And his eyes shone.
“Oho, you can also arouse Hand Gangqi? For a discarded card, your martial arts are quite strong.”
“……Try suffering at the hands of a discarded card.”
The man’s cold light shone coolly.
It was exuding cold and terrible killing intent.
If it had been anyone else other than Cheon-hwi, they might have had a seizure and wet themselves just by looking at it.
But unfortunately, the one who met that gaze was Cheon-hwi.
“Let’s see you show it once.”
“I was going to do that anyway.”
The man spread his right hand wide open.
A cool breeze fluttered.
It was cold and dry.
It was like the northern wind and cold snow sweeping through the North Sea Ice Palace.
The man poured out all his inner power.
It was something his body’s instincts made him do before his head thought.
That he had to see the outcome in one move.
Fierce energy rushed in.
The man rotated his palm.
In an instant, the wind turned into an intense storm.
The excessively rotated palm created a vortex that made it difficult to even open one’s eyes.
Flash!
The man’s cold light emitted light.
And at the same time.
“I will take your life!”
The palm was thrust out like lightning.
His life-saving supreme move and a strike of confidence.
The Vortex Storm Hand was shot with a momentum that had not been seen before.
A powerful storm was rapidly approaching towards Cheon-hwi’s chest.
It was a supreme move that was hard to see.
Not to mention the powerful inner qi, the momentum it was shot with could be said to be absolute.
But out of all people, his opponent was none other than Cheon-hwi.
Swish…
Cheon-hwi raised his hand.
It was so natural, but how fast was it that it came up to his chest before the Vortex Storm Hand was shot.
And it strongly hit the side of the shot Vortex Storm Hand.
Paang!
Then, the Vortex Storm Hand, whose direction was bent to the side, grazed Cheon-hwi’s face and passed by.
“What……?”
The man let out a sound lacking air.
It was a Vortex Storm Hand that he had put his all into. However, it was helplessly bounced off by a hand gesture without any momentum or strength.
“You can’t take it with such a slow technique.”
Cheon-hwi pulled out the sword embedded in the man’s shoulder.
Pushuk!
A fountain of blood soared into the air.
And right after, another sound echoed between them.
Seugeok!
It was an eerie sound of something being cut.
The man looked at the sky while losing his mind.
Through the dripping drops of blood, his own arm soaring towards the sky was seen.
For a moment as his gaze chased the flying arm.
Cheolpeok!
The arm, which had rotated a few times, fell.
And only then did the man’s blank gaze come into focus and pain rushed in.
“Aaaak!”
The man fumbled around for his right arm.
But there was nothing to catch.
All there was terrible pain.
“Your confident expression has disappeared.”
The man, who was screaming, raised his head at the shadow cast before his eyes.
“A, are you trying to kill me?”
“Of course.”
Cheon-hwi smirked.
In an instant, the man got goosebumps.
The smile completely dominated his mind to the point of forgetting the pain.
The man said urgently.
“I am affiliated with the Ten Nights Sect! If you kill me now, Mount Hua will become enemies with the Ten Nights Sect. Is that still okay?”
“Is that a threat? Oh my. I won’t even be able to sleep because I’m scared.”
Cheon-hwi said slyly.
“But it’s a lie.”
“What…….”
“Until when are you going to wear a mask?”
Cheon-hwi’s eyes sank calmly.
Then, an intense presence bloomed and slowly pressed down on the man’s body.
“Ma, mask, what do you mean?”
“It’s been quite a while since there was a guy trying to deceive me continuously, so it’s refreshing.”
Cheon-hwi’s sword was raised.
The tip of that sword point was accurately aiming at the man’s heart.
“Look. It’s quiet, isn’t it?”
Cheon-hwi twisted his lips at the regular heartbeat sound transmitted to the tip of the sword.
“But it’s truly amazing. To pull such a stunt even in the face of death. I don’t know who they are, but they trained their mutts well.”
“…….”
The man’s expression distorted.
It was an action like a final struggle, but the opponent was seeing right through it.
“Then it wouldn’t be the Ten Nights Sect.”
Cheon-hwi let out a chuckle.
“Is it another Five Imperial Sects or the Green Forest?”
“?!”
The man’s pupils shook.
“I guessed right.”
At Cheon-hwi’s words, the man bit his lip and quickly opened his mouth.
“If you spare me, I will tell you everything. The sect I belong to and the sects that support the other Four Supreme Powers of Sinju…… Keok!”
Cheon-hwi pierced with his sword.
The sword, which penetrated the heart in one breath, spilled bright red blood and dripped onto the floor.
The man’s eyes widened.
“W, why?”
“How can I believe your words?”
Cheon-hwi said in an indifferent tone.
“The words of a guy whose face, voice, and everything is a lie.”
“Mer…… ci…… less…….”
“Hoping for mercy from an enemy.”
Cheon-hwi, who chuckled, pulled out his sword.
Seureureuk…
The man’s body collapsed.
As if it was still unfair to die, the man grew cold without even being able to close his eyes.
Cheon-hwi, who was looking down at him, roughly swung his sword and scattered blood.
And he slowly raised his head.
The surroundings were dead silent.
Clearly, until a moment ago, the battlefield was exuding sharp killing intent.
But right now, all of them were standing without moving a single finger.
Cheon-hwi’s pupils moved.
Flinch!
The attackers who met those indifferent pupils flinched and shrank their necks.
“What are you looking at?”
Cheon-hwi’s voice was calm.
But combined with the scene that just happened, the attackers felt the blood in their heads growing cold.
Cheon-hwi, who was looking at them frozen in terror, clicked his tongue while looking at the disciples who had also stopped their hands.
“What are you doing? Not moving. Ah! And you know if you get hurt or lose this time, right?”
“Heup!”
“H, how could that be possible?”
Only then did the disciples regain their senses.
“Do not worry.”
Jeok-geom, who shouted loudly, shone his eyes.
Now, all that remained were the subordinates.
The expert thought to be the strongest had died, scattering blood at Cheon-hwi’s hands.
It made him.
And the disciples of the Flying Sword Squad and Fire Spirit Squad smile a smile of victory.
“I’m going.”
Jeok-geom shot forward.
Following behind him, the Flying Sword Squad moved, exuding sharp momentum.
“We cannot lose to the Flying Sword Squad!”
Cheon-hyang also shouted vigorously.
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