Chapter 211: Chapter 211
“What did you say?”
Tang Jeok’s face distorted.
Even the words of the Mount Hua Sect Taoist bastard made his anger surge, but the worried gazes directed at him now made his fury burn even hotter.
“Do you know who you dare to spout such nonsense to right now?”
Cheon-hwi stared intently at Tang Jeok who was glaring at him, and twisted one corner of his mouth.
“Who else, you.”
“……This bastard.”
Tang Jeok ground his teeth.
That face looking at him confidently was extremely annoying.
“Do you think you are better than me just because you luckily succeeded in a surprise attack?”
The moment his anger-filled voice flowed out.
Ssss…
A purple cloud spread low.
“This is?!”
Peng Cheol-wi immediately threw his body.
Raising both his arms, he blocked the cloud flowing from Tang Jeok and shouted.
“Everyone step back. It is poison!”
His shout containing internal energy spread throughout the Taean Guest House, and the people eating on the second floor freaked out and hurriedly ran away.
“Uaaak!”
“Heok! It is poison! Everyone run away!”
“The Sichuan Tang Clan has unleashed their poison arts!”
In an instant, the inside of the guest house became a mess, and people drained away like the ebbing tide.
And after a short while.
On the second floor, only Cheon-hwi’s party, Tang Jeok, and the escort warriors he brought remained.
Seueuk…
Cheon-hwi, who had been in a standoff, finally packed his sword and stood up.
Cheon-hwi, wearing two swords at his waist, tilted his neck and looked at Tang Jeok.
“I need to fix your state of mind…….”
As he was saying that, Tang Jeok emitted a cold gaze and moved his feet.
Seureuk…
For a moment, his figure disappeared.
No, it was such a fast movement that it looked as if his figure had disappeared.
“The footwork is quite decent, but…….”
Cheon-hwi’s eyes narrowed.
The movement and flow Tang Jeok showed when he started to move his feet was something that could vie for the top even among the footworks he knew.
“It is a pity for the guy performing it.”
Meanwhile, Tang Jeok’s eyes, who was hovering around Cheon-hwi and aiming for his weak point, turned cold.
‘Do you think I will fall for it again?’
The previous humiliation was his own mistake.
He had been too careless due to the unexpectedly strong presence he exuded.
‘I will not be done in this time.’
His eyes became dyed with poisonous energy.
The Sichuan Tang Clan was famous for their poison arts, but their hidden weapon arts were equally famous.
And in order to properly execute hidden weapon arts, one had to be proficient in two things.
A technique that could smoothly handle hidden weapons was the very first.
The second was the lightfoot technique to efficiently unleash the hidden weapon arts.
And right now, Tang Jeok was narrowing the distance while executing the Dark Dragon Blood Step, a secretive footwork that was the most optimized for hidden weapon arts among the Tang Clan’s lightfoot techniques.
More secretively and faster than any other time.
Tang Jeok, who reached right in front of Cheon-hwi’s two zhang distance in a single breath, shot his right hand that was drooping downwards up.
A poison hand where purple energy was gathered.
It was the Purple Cloud Divine Palm, one of the techniques of the Sichuan Tang Clan, and the most supreme technique among the martial arts currently mastered by Tang Jeok.
Pasasak…
At that moment, his sleeve crumbled from the poisonous energy.
The vicious poisonous energy he had raised to the point where he couldn’t even control it covered his hand, and as if that wasn’t enough, it drew a dense poisonous fog in the air.
As it clumped together and began to transform into a cloud, he raised his head.
His gaze pierced through Cheon-hwi.
Confirming that face looking forward just like before, as if he hadn’t yet grasped his position, Tang Jeok’s lips twisted roughly.
‘I will not kill you right now.’
Tang Jeok, who let out a sneer, stepped forward to not miss this golden opportunity.
Ujikkeun!
The wooden plank under his foot caved in.
At the same time, Tang Jeok’s hand that shot upwards moved even faster, and belatedly, a streak of a trace followed like a tail.
‘Instead, I will present you with a humiliation worse than the humiliation I suffered.’
The moment the Purple Cloud Divine Palm was about to strike the chin of Cheon-hwi, who was looking forward quietly as if he still couldn’t grasp the current situation.
Cheon-hwi’s eyes smoothly lowered.
“……!”
At that moment, Tang Jeok got goosebumps from his gaze that seemed to pierce him.
There was no emotion at all contained in his incomparably transparent eyes.
No surprise, no bewilderment.
It was incredibly indifferent, just like looking at a bug passing under his feet.
Then, his eyes soon half-opened.
‘Even if you look at me with those eyes, you being done in is a set sequence.’
Tang Jeok gritted his teeth, denying that he had just gotten goosebumps at Cheon-hwi’s eyes.
His palm had already reached right under his chin, and by discovering it only now, he could never block the Purple Cloud Divine Palm.
That was the truth.
However, that truth was distorted.
Grab.
His hand was blocked in the middle.
Cheon-hwi’s left hand, which had moved at some point, was twisting and gripping his shot wrist.
“……How did you do that?”
He felt like his common sense was being destroyed.
No matter how much there was a method of striking later to gain the upper hand, this was different in its very nature.
It was right under the chin.
He had started the attack and hadn’t even seen him move until now, yet his wrist was caught like this?
It was something his head couldn’t understand.
At that time, Cheon-hwi’s closed lips, who was looking down at him while grabbing his wrist, slowly opened.
“I heard the Sichuan Tang Clan’s poison arts were supreme, but it’s not that remarkably strong.”
Tang Jeok bit his lips hard.
He glared at Cheon-hwi with bloodshot eyes for a moment at that voice which wasn’t satisfied with ignoring him but was even mocking his family.
Grab!
He twisted his hand to the side and grabbed his hand that was holding his wrist again.
Hands tangled together as they held each other.
Cheon-hwi glanced at Tang Jeok in that state.
“What, is there more left?”
“You have made a big mistake right now.”
Tang Jeok spat out the words as if chewing them.
And.
Hwaaaak!
He liberated the Return to Origin Ten Thousand Poisons Qigong.
This time, an energy that surpassed purple and took on a green hue flowed out from his hand, and gradually corroded the surroundings where he stood.
“Stupid fool. To dare grab my hand that has mastered poison arts.”
The moment he spat out cold words.
Pasasak…
His sleeve quickly melted down, and his eyes also became dyed green.
At the same time, the clearly visible green energy completely enveloped Cheon-hwi’s hand.
Just like how Tang Jeok’s sleeve had melted down, it seemed like it would corrode his hand soon as well.
However.
“……!”
There was no change in Cheon-hwi’s hand.
No, not only his hand, but even the Taoist robe he wore was unaffected by the poisonous energy.
Bewildered, he looked at Cheon-hwi.
Cheon-hwi was looking down at him with a bored expression that had lost interest.
“You said it was a big mistake, is this the end?”
Cheon-hwi sneered and slightly twisted his left hand. Then, the tangled hands unwound in an instant, and his left hand slipped out easily.
“How boring.”
“How can you be so calm even after being hit by the poisonous energy of the Return to Origin Ten Thousand Poisons Qigong?! Could you perhaps have the Ten Thousand Poisons Immunity?”
Tang Jeok shouted in bewilderment.
The Return to Origin Ten Thousand Poisons Qigong was a poison art that harbored the most heterogeneous poisonous energy in the Sichuan Tang Clan. At the same time, it harbored an extremely strong poisonous energy.
But to be perfectly fine like that!
“Not yet. Right now, at best, I am slightly beyond Thousand Poisons Immunity?”
Cheon-hwi spoke calmly.
“Well, it seems like I will be soon, though.”
“What nonsense are you……?!”
It was when the flustered Tang Jeok shouted.
“There’s no reason to explain further. Then, shouldn’t I fix your state of mind a bit now?”
Cheon-hwi, who was speaking, lifted his scabbard.
But somehow, his posture was a bit strange.
Rather than trying to execute a sword art, it was a posture as if he had lifted it haphazardly to smash a bug.
Then, the moment he swung the scabbard, Tang Jeok’s eyes were dyed with shock.
“……!”
It was because the scabbard that seemed to have been swung randomly divided into dozens of scabbards in an instant.
“Th-this can’t be!”
He urgently thrust his hand.
Including the Purple Cloud Divine Palm, the Three Yang Divine Palm and the Poison Ascent Whip Fist, etc.
He executed numerous techniques he had mastered and tried to strike down the dozens of scabbards, but.
Peobeobeok!
The scabbard destroyed or evaded the techniques he executed, and battered his whole body.
“Keok! Keok!”
As Tang Jeok was beaten up helplessly in an instant.
“You bastard, leave the Second Young Master alone!”
“Can’t you stop!”
The escort warriors, who hadn’t thought at all that Tang Jeok would be defeated, moved urgently.
Just as their sleeves seemed to flutter.
Sswaeaek…
Sharp hidden weapons were fired.
“Oh, look at these guys?”
Cheon-hwi, who was excitedly dishing out a beating, looked at the fired hidden weapons and swung his scabbard.
Kakakang!
The flying hidden weapons collided heavily against the scabbard, and were fired back at them.
“Heup!”
At the unexpected counterattack, the escort warriors’ eyes went wide.
However, quickly grasping the situation, they soon hurriedly kicked off the ground.
Pababak!
The hidden weapons pierced the spots where they had been standing, and the eyes of the escort warriors who dodged them wavered.
What they had executed was the Chained Twelve Slashes, counted among the top five hidden weapon arts of the Sichuan Tang Clan.
Even for a master of the Limitless Realm, it was hard to dodge them all, and they were bound to get injured.
But right now, not only had he deflected that attack, he had even sent the hidden weapons back.
“Why are you making a fuss by interfering,”
Cheon-hwi said while looking at them.
“This guy directly said it was a personal matter. Don’t tell me the famous Sichuan Tang Clan is going back on their word?”
The escort warriors’ eyebrows twitched.
Just as he said, since Tang Jeok had said it was his personal matter, interfering was an act of tarnishing the Tang Clan’s reputation.
But how could they hold back.
Even while talking like that, his scabbard wasn’t resting at all!
“His martial arts are mediocre, but he takes a beating well.”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Keok, keok, n-now stop…….”
Tang Jeok, who had already fallen to the floor, was curling his body to avoid the scabbard.
Seeing him, one of the escort warriors glared straight at Cheon-hwi and said.
“The Second Young Master is already unable to fight. How about you stop now?”
“Hm? Why should I?”
At Cheon-hwi’s attitude that seemed to say ‘So what’, the escort warrior who was speaking couldn’t hold back his anger and shouted.
“Are you thinking of becoming enemies with our clan right now?”
“What are you talking about. This is a personal matter between this guy and me.”
At Cheon-hwi’s words laced with ridicule, veins popped out on the escort warriors’ foreheads.
“You bastard!”
“How dare you not come to your senses!”
As they shouted again soon, Cheon-hwi opened his mouth with an annoyed expression.
“Goodness. Being so noisy.”
As he spoke, he lightly stamped his foot.
At that moment.
Ppajik…
Smashed wooden pieces floated in the air.
Cheon-hwi swung his scabbard greatly towards the wooden pieces, and fired them at the escort warriors.
Puk! Puk!
The wooden pieces fired in a single breath accurately pierced the acupoints of them standing there.
“……!”
Cheon-hwi, who was looking at the escort warriors who had their acupoints struck and froze as they were, said in a low voice.
“You guys just watch quietly from there. To see what happens to this guy.”
With those words, he lifted his scabbard again.
And that moment.
Peobeobeobeok!
A merciless beating that couldn’t be compared to before occurred.
“Keok! Keok!”
Tang Jeok twisted his body here and there.
However, Cheon-hwi did not stop.
Rather, he excitedly battered the body that was exposed whenever he twisted it.
“Haa…….”
Zhuge Seung-ho covered his face with his hand.
As expected, it was just as he anticipated.
“At least the fortunate thing is that he doesn’t have the thought of killing him, I suppose.”
Just as he felt a bit relieved and let down his guard.
“The Great Hero is still the same.”
“No, it seems his skills have gotten even better than before.”
Hwangbo So-hyeon and Peng Cheol-wi, who were watching together right next to him, were immersed in extraordinary emotions.
Because Cheon-hwi swinging his scabbard at Tang Jeok right now looked similar to the pushing qi and opening acupoints he had done to Murong Sang in the past.
“Heoeop! Kkeuak! Uak!”
They, who were deep in other thoughts while recalling the past, belatedly came to their senses at Tang Jeok’s continuous screams.
It looked similar to back then, but it was obviously different.
Because Murong Sang’s was pushing qi and opening acupoints, but that was just beating him up.
Hwangbo So-hyeon spoke cautiously.
“But that being a bit too excessive…….”
Peng Cheol-wi, who was realizing the seriousness of the situation with her, also whispered with a serious face.
“Certainly any more is…….”
Just in time, Tang Jeok, who couldn’t bear the pain anymore, grabbed the cuffs of Cheon-hwi’s pants.
“Keo, keok, p-please stop now…….”
Cheon-hwi looked down at him.
On the forearm without a sleeve, clear scabbard marks and bruises had left traces here and there.
It was such a mess that it would look pitiful if others saw it, but.
“Seeing that you can still flap your trap, it seems you can take a bit more beating.”
Cheon-hwi didn’t even care.
When he was about to swing the scabbard again following that, Tang Jeok’s face turned pale.
“Young Hero! You must stop now!”
Zhuge Seung-ho, who had been watching the two of them, urgently stopped him.
It wasn’t just Zhuge Seung-ho.
“G-Great Hero! You have to stop!”
“You must stop.”
Hwangbo So-hyeon and Peng Cheol-wi also interjected.
If he beat him any further, it was something where Tang Jeok might have to spend a long time recuperating.
If that happened, Cheon-hwi might end up in a difficult situation.
“If you do any more, you will form a deep grudge with the Sichuan Tang Clan.”
As if he heard Zhuge Seung-ho’s words, Tang Jeok moved his trembling lips with difficulty.
“I, I was wrong. I will not inform our clan of this matter, and I will handle it alone, so please stop now…….”
Cheon-hwi stared at Tang Jeok, who was speaking almost in tears, and moved his mouth.
“You’ll handle it all?”
Tang Jeok nodded his head up and down.
“Hmm, that’s a bit hard to believe.”
“P-please believe me.”
It was then, when Tang Jeok was speaking desperately.
Grab!
Cheon-hwi grabbed Tang Jeok by the collar, lifted him up swiftly, and locked eyes with him.
“Heop……!”
In an instant, Tang Jeok’s breath hitched.
Two pitch-black pupils.
The transparent and deep bottomless pit contained within them gnawed at his spirit.
It was a heterogeneous gaze that he had never even seen once in his entire life.
Such a gaze. Was this person even human?
His gaze looked down at him as if he was the only one in this world.
Nobly all alone.
However, it suited him.
As if it had been like that from the start.
At that time, Cheon-hwi’s mouth, who was staring at Tang Jeok, opened, revealing pure white teeth.
“This is the last time. There is no next time.”
It was a calm voice.
However, a lightning bolt struck intensely in the mind of Tang Jeok who heard it.
And the next moment.
Kkeureureuk…
Tang Jeok foamed at the mouth and fainted.
“Wow, this is my first time seeing a guy with such utterly useless mental fortitude.”
Cheon-hwi tossed the fainted Tang Jeok aside like throwing garbage.
Then he looked at the escort warriors, lifted his scabbard, and undid their acupoints.
“Heok! S-Second Young Master!”
“Are you alright?”
They, who found freedom in their bodies, ran to the fallen Tang Jeok and hurriedly checked his condition.
Cheon-hwi looked at them like that and said.
“Take that guy and go.”
The escort warriors bit their lips.
They were resentful.
But even so, they didn’t have the courage or strength to rush at that guy.
The moment they swallowed their resentment, put the fallen Tang Jeok on their backs, and were about to leave just like that.
“Ah right. Wait a minute.”
Cheon-hwi stopped them.
“……What is it?”
As one of the escort warriors asked, Cheon-hwi looked around and said.
“You guys pay the guest house’s repair fees before you go. Don’t tell me you’re thinking of just leaving after making such a mess?”
The escort warrior’s eyebrows spasmed.
Of course, there was the fact that they had broken the guest house, but half of this situation was created by Cheon-hwi.
But for him to have an attitude of telling them to pay even for that.
He wanted to say something, but in the end, he had no choice but to nod.
“……Understood.”
Cheon-hwi looked at him and waved his hand.
At his hand gesture that seemed to say hurry up and scram, they got their pride hurt once again, but eventually left the guest house quietly.
“Tsk, eating here is ruined.”
Cheon-hwi, who frowned at the poisonous scent piercing his nose, wore his scabbard at his waist.
And then he looked over the messy interior of the guest house, before soon saying to his party who were watching with an indifferent face.
“I’m still hungry, so let’s go to another guest house and finish our meal.”
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