Chapter 42: Chapter 42
“Only now has the tide of battle finally tilted.”
The expression of Little White Ghost, who had been watching the tangled melee between the White Ghost Troop and the Plum Blossom Swordsmen until a moment ago, slightly hardened.
Even though they were called Plum Blossom Swordsmen, they were still young brats and there were only five of them.
Compared to the fifty White Ghost Troop members he had brought now, it was about a tenfold difference.
However, unexpectedly, they maintained an equilibrium.
“Were the Plum Blossom Swordsmen this strong?”
Little White Ghost’s brow narrowed.
‘They look like the kids who became Plum Blossom Swordsmen this time, but to think they are at that level against the White Ghost Troop.’
The White Ghost Castle was renewing and collecting information about the Mount Hua Sect on a daily basis.
However, the level of the Plum Blossom Swordsmen was more outstanding than he had thought.
Of course, if he stepped forward himself, he could quickly clean up the situation regardless of that, but…….
“Your opponent is this lowly one.”
Ha Woo-jin, who was frowning right in front of his eyes, was on guard against him.
“Did they call you the Flying Swallow Sword Lord?”
Little White Ghost twisted one side of his lips.
“You were someone I wanted to see someday.”
Ha Woo-jin’s outer eye corners rose.
Right now, he was desperately suppressing the anger that had risen to the tip of his neck.
The deeds they had committed were terrible.
Not to mention the sudden attack, they had recklessly set fire to the Flying Wind Merchant Guild.
Because of that, he couldn’t even begin to guess how many people had lost their lives.
“……You will have to pay the price for your sins.”
“Puhahahaha!”
At Ha Woo-jin’s shout, Little White Ghost, who widened his eyes for a moment, burst into laughter.
However, unlike the sound of laughter bursting out of his mouth, his eyes were not smiling.
A moment later, his laughter stopped abruptly.
“The price for my sins? That’s something you bastards should be paying, not me.”
Little White Ghost retorted to his words.
From his perspective, the ones who had to pay the price for their sins were them, who had killed the Soul Murdering Troop.
Pababak!
In an instant, ten members of the White Ghost Troop surrounded Ha Woo-jin and unleashed their hidden weapons arts.
Ha Woo-jin drew a circle with the sword in his hand as if he knew they were going to launch a surprise attack.
Cha-cha-chang!
A sharp sound was heard, and the flying hidden weapons scattered in all directions.
It was then.
Shoo-wook…
A sharp hidden weapon with a completely different sound from a moment ago aimed for his left shoulder.
Pa-at!
He hurriedly took a large step forward and tilted his head to the side, but he couldn’t completely dodge the surprise hidden weapon.
“Keuk!”
The uniform on his left shoulder tore, and a long bloodstain was engraved. Shimmering drops of blood formed and trickled down to his wrist.
Biting his lips, he raised his head.
Little White Ghost was glaring at him with daggers and iron pieces wedged between his fingers.
“But this is unexpected. I heard that the Zhongnan Sect and the Mount Hua Sect have been in a hostile relationship recently, to think the two of you would move together.”
“……No matter how much the relationship between our sect and the Mount Hua Sect has soured, if the White Ghost Castle is the enemy, wouldn’t it be natural?”
“Ho-oh. Is that so.”
Little White Ghost, who smiled bleakly, waved his hand and threw the remaining daggers and iron pieces.
Hwii-ing…
While Ha Woo-jin was deflecting the daggers and iron pieces flying while cutting through the wind with his sword.
Seu-eu-eu…
Little White Ghost’s pitch-black pupils began to be dyed pure white, as if snow had fallen on them.
It was a phenomenon that unfolded when he emitted the internal energy of the Evil Yin Ghost Manifestation Divine Art.
Following that, he heavily stomped the ground.
Hwik!
As he loaded his internal energy into the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, his movements only became bizarre.
His figure stretched out long, and before he knew it, it connected from that spot all the way to Ha Woo-jin.
Ha Woo-jin, surprised by the incomparably bizarre sight, swung his sword as if chasing it away.
Hwik… Hwik…
Little White Ghost dodged all the swinging swords just by nodding his head.
It was an agile bodily movement.
However, that was not all.
Hwi-i-ik!
A streak of wind arose. Before long, he used his left foot as an axis and unleashed a leg art.
Ha Woo-jin raised his forearm and blocked the fierce leg art aiming for his flank.
“Keuk!”
A dull pain shook his entire body.
It was a forceful qi that would have made him vomit a bowl of blood if he hadn’t blocked it.
Ha Woo-jin, who had taken a step back from the impact, adjusted his grip on his sword again and thrust it in.
It was the sword art that the Zhongnan Sect boasted of, the Thirty-Six Swords of the World.
“Heup!”
At the sharp sword form, Little White Ghost swallowed a gasp and lightly jumped back.
Peol-leok…
His clothing torn by the Thirty-Six Swords of the World fluttered in the wind and flew away. And soon, it burned in the flames and disappeared into ashes.
An exploratory battle that unfolded in merely a single breath.
With just that, the two could realize that the opponent was at least not beneath them.
“Is it the Thirty-Six Swords of the World.”
Little White Ghost’s figure, having grasped Ha Woo-jin’s sword method in an instant, disappeared.
“Where to!”
Ha Woo-jin swung his sword horizontally towards Little White Ghost, who appeared right in front of his eyes.
Hwi-i-ik!
In an instant, Little White Ghost lowered his head.
Because of that, at the moment when his pitch-black hair swayed as if stopped in midair.
Huu-u-ung!
From under Ha Woo-jin’s chin, the sound of the wind being crushed came closer and closer.
As he hurriedly lowered his head, a palm harboring a numbing yin energy just by looking at it was coming up from below to above.
“Heop!”
Ha Woo-jin, terrified, deeply arched his back and narrowly dodged the palm, but the impact was fully transmitted.
Keuk…
A groan came out involuntarily.
Ha Woo-jin, urgently grabbing his head, forcefully straightened his staggering body.
“You dodged that?”
Little White Ghost wore a surprised look in his eyes.
It was a surprise attack Ghost Yin Palm aimed at his chin after loading it with the internal energy of the Evil Yin Ghost Manifestation Divine Art.
It had reached right up to his nose, and he had no doubt it would land.
However, he narrowly avoided it.
Hwik… Hwik…
Ha Woo-jin roughly shook his head.
Although it barely missed, his jaw was tingling, and because of that, his vision was a complete mess.
Like shimmering waves, Little White Ghost and the surrounding scenery were melting away.
“To think it’s like this even after dodging. If I hadn’t dodged…….”
Ju-reuk…
Cold sweat formed on Ha Woo-jin’s forehead.
He was not an easy opponent by any means.
Huu…
He let out a deep breath filled deep within his lungs.
Little White Ghost was not someone he could face in a tense state right now.
Soon, a soft and pure energy emanated from his entire body.
One of the divine arts the Zhongnan Sect boasted of, the one that had earned him the moniker Flying Swallow Sword Lord.
The Profound Heaven Sturdy Astral Qi revealed itself through him.
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“Is he at the beginning of the Limitless Realm.”
Cheon-hwi rested his chin on his hand and watched the fights happening right in front of his eyes.
His appearance was like that of a playboy, but if anyone were to know the identity of what he was sitting on, they would have no choice but to quietly shut their mouths.
A mountain of horribly crushed corpses.
Cheon-hwi was sitting on top of it.
“They’re about the same.”
His eyes, which were watching the bloody battle between the Flying Swallow Sword Lord and the Little White Ghost, didn’t waver.
A neck-and-neck, dragon-and-tiger fierce battle.
However, he soon turned his head.
He didn’t care which of the two won.
Well, it was said that he was an old friend of his master’s, but what did that matter. He himself didn’t even know who the person called his master was.
Hwik…
Cheon-hwi’s gaze turned towards the flames brightly burning far away.
The flames rising like a storm surged into the sky as if a dragon was ascending, brightly illuminating the dark night sky.
Even the people who were drawing water to suppress the fire in the surroundings couldn’t easily approach it due to the raging fire wind, and stared in a daze.
‘It’s taking longer than I thought?’
Cheon-hwi’s gaze was directed into the flames.
Inside the hot flames, Hyeon-do and the Water Severing Poison Sword were clashing their swords against each other.
“His skills have definitely improved, though.”
Cheon-hwi’s gaze captured Hyeon-do, who was deflecting the Water Severing Poison Sword’s sword and counterattacking.
Was it because the opponent was the White Ghost Castle.
Or was it because he was showing off his skills in the martial arts world after reaching the Heavenly Martial Realm? Hyeon-do freely boasted of his martial prowess.
The feast of the Plum Blossom Sword Art that unfolded without rest.
However, the Water Severing Poison Sword was also not to be underestimated.
Despite the disadvantageous condition of being one-armed, the Water Severing Poison Sword blocked, deflected, and even counterattacked Hyeon-do’s sword forms.
Was that all.
As time passed, he emitted intense internal energy, and his sword forms poured down fiercely like wind blowing in a desert.
The two, who had shared a short contest, stopped.
Afterwards, the two who were glaring at each other spread a tingling aura in all directions as if to say that the true life-and-death battle was starting from now on, and it swallowed even the burning flames all at once.
Darkness bloomed amidst the deeply sunken flames.
Between them, the two looked at each other.
However, that was only for a moment.
Kwa-ang!
An explosion sound erupted from the middle of the two.
“Why is he so intimidated?”
Cheon-hwi spoke with a displeased expression.
Hyeon-do was more cautious than he had thought.
As if he didn’t realize what level his own realm was at.
‘It would end if he realized that his current realm is above the opponent’s.’
Clicking his tongue with a ‘Tsk’, he turned his gaze.
The difference between the two was so clear that he didn’t need to watch any longer.
“Are these guys doing well?”
He swiftly turned his head.
Cheon-hwi’s gaze turned towards the Plum Blossom Swordsmen and the White Ghost Troop, who were engaging in a melee.
“As expected, is it still too much for them.”
At first, they were fighting better than expected, but a numerical disadvantage naturally became more significant as time passed.
Looking at the current situation alone, it was so.
The five, who had been dealing with the White Ghost Troop without hesitation, had somehow become heavy in their movements.
Due to the continuous melee, they might not be feeling it right now, but the aftermath would come heavily.
“Still, if it’s this much, they held out for a long time.”
Cheon-hwi, who was whispering, raised his index finger.
Pi-ing…
A faint finger wind emitted, and it deflected the blade of the White Ghost Troop member who was aiming for the back of Jeok Bi’s head.
The blade, greatly shaken by the impact, passed Jeok Bi and cut through the air, and Jeok Bi belatedly used his left foot as an axis, spun once, and sliced open the White Ghost Troop member’s waist.
“Since I’ve obtained enough of what there was to obtain now.”
Cheon-hwi slowly raised his body.
Standing up while trampling on the mangled corpses, he took in the battle situation at a glance and said.
“I should slowly end this.”
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