Chapter 120: Gyeon's Ten Rounds (9)
Ximen Qing was indeed a martial talent.
…Flash!
The Lightning Sword Art, the exclusive martial art of the Ximen Clan, was unleashed to its limit.
A glowing trajectory was left where the sword passed.
It overlapped twice to become a nose, and four times to become eyes.
Swish-swish-swish-swish-swish!
The meshes and eyes of the net formed by lightning covered the front.
If the Patriarch of the Ximen Clan had seen this sight, he would have at least considered bringing Ximen Qing into the main family once.
However.
…Thud!
The net of lightning that Ximen Qing unleashed was cut away by the crudely wielded Dog-Head Guillotine.
Not only was his trump card sword art broken, but he was also thrown into the rice field ridge in the exact posture he was wielding the sword.
“……? ……? ……?”
It was only natural for Ximen Qing to wear a dazed expression.
“What was it? What was that just now?”
Even though his entire body was thoroughly soaked in cold mud and blood was gushing out from a burst on one side of his head…… nevertheless, he could not understand what kind of situation this was right now.
He had clearly cast his strongest sword technique.
If so, the opponent should naturally have lost their wits and fled, or been unable to even flee and fallen over while spitting blood.
However, the situation was flowing in the exact opposite direction of his expectation.
Gyeon Sul tapped the blade of the Dog-Head Guillotine.
“If you set the guillotine blade vertically, it becomes an excellent blunt weapon.”
“……So. You hit me with that just now?”
Ximen Qing chuckled, dumbfounded.
He was a distinguished expert.
The reason Ximen Qing’s mother was able to buy the assistant instructor position of the Ascending Heaven Academy was also because Ximen Qing’s skill backed it up.
If he had been an incompetent person, even if he bought the assistant instructor post with money, he would not have lasted long and would have been kicked out.
“I am already a swordsman who has stepped into the First-class realm. An honorable man who will rise to fame as an assistant instructor of the Ascending Heaven Academy, no less. If such a me were hit by a back-alley scoundrel like you and rolled on a rice field ridge……”
“The entire world would curse you as a fucking idiot.”
“Yes, the world…… no, they wouldn’t curse that far. Though they would ridicule.”
Ximen Qing swept back his wet bangs soaked in mud.
Then, raising his sword with bloodshot eyes, he aimed at Gyeon Sul.
“I will make you keep silent about today’s matter forever. Because the dead have no words.”
Soon, the sword technique that had reached the first-class realm scattered flashes once again.
It was the Lightning Sword Art that had allowed Ximen Qing to reign as the god of the back alleys all this time.
“Until now, there has been no one who evaded this move in the Wulin, let alone the back alleys! This stance is precisely what made me be called by the alias ‘Heavenly Thunder Roaring Annihilation’……!”
However.
“Ah, this bastard talks far too much.”
Gyeon Sul swung his Dog-Head Guillotine as if it were a hassle.
Like a cow in midsummer swinging its tail to chase away flies, it was such a careless throwing down.
Crack! Clang!
With that single strike, Ximen Qing’s sword was snapped.
“……? ……? ……?”
Ximen Qing parted his mouth halfway.
And he spoke in a breaking voice.
“Uh…… what? What was that just now?”
He could not continue speaking, babbling while holding the broken sword.
Gyeon Sul strode toward him.
“Do you have no weapon other than that cheap sword?”
“What…… did you say? Cheap? Th-this is the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Sword, an heirloom handed down in our family for generations and a famous sword under heaven…….”
“It seemed worse than a sorghum stalk. Well, fine. I will also do it empty-handed, then.”
Gyeon Sul forcefully threw his Dog-Head Guillotine away.
Whoosh!
The Dog-Head Guillotine flew spinning, about to split Ximen Qing’s head.
“Gasp!?”
Ximen Qing hurriedly ducked his head.
The guillotine blade narrowly grazed the crown of his head, slicing off a clump of hair.
…Boom! Rumble!
The rock where the guillotine blade embedded split into two pieces with a loud roar and collapsed.
The terrain of the hillside, which had remained unchanged for the past several thousand years, had been completely transformed.
“……? ……? ……?”
The moment Ximen Qing, who saw that, was about to open his mouth to say something.
Just as it seemed Gyeon Sul’s body vanished from the spot in an instant, he suddenly appeared right in front of Ximen Qing’s nose.
Whack!
A solid fist struck right in the center of Ximen Qing’s face.
“Gyaaaak!?”
With four front teeth broken and knocked out, Ximen Qing shrieked.
Simultaneously, Gyeon Sul’s knee struck up Ximen Qing’s lower jaw.
“Kekik!”
The upper and lower molars clashed against each other and shattered.
Whether the tip of his tongue caught between them was also sliced off, a handful of blood was vomited out.
Gyeon Sul firmly grabbed Ximen Qing’s hair, which was soaring upward, and dragged him down.
“Oh dear, First-class Expert Lord. What to do when it hurts? Eh? And since it will hurt even more in the future, what to do about that too?”
“Y-you bastard!?”
Ximen Qing quickly raised his leg and kicked to display the stance of the Mandarin Duck Kick, but.
Slap!
Gyeon Sul’s palm descending from top to bottom straightaway broke Ximen Qing’s leg and violently spun his cheek beyond it.
Crack! Whoosh— Splash!
Ximen Qing spun like a whirlwind, flew, and ended up crashing into the mud below the rice field ridge.
“Guaaaaaaargh!?”
Ximen Qing vomited a mud-mixed scream from his mouth.
Gyeon Sul counted his fingers in front of him and spoke.
“There are many guys to kill. First-class Expert Ximen Qing, Ascending Heaven Academy Assistant Instructor Ximen Qing, Ximen Qing of the Ximen Clan, Big Brother of the scoundrels Ximen Qing, Ximen Qing who bullied my friend He Jiushu, Ximen Qing who slept with Pan Jinlian, Ximen Qing who killed my brother, Ximen Qing who stabbed my body, Ximen Qing who keeps charging at me stubbornly…… how many times must I kill you to satisfy my heart.”
“You son of a bitch! What kind of sorcery are you performing!”
Ximen Qing leaped up and threw a punch.
Praying Mantis Fist, Jade Ring Steps, Mandarin Duck Kick, Monkey Fist, Short Fist, Short Strikes, Wrapping and Sealing, Tongbei Fist, Swift Flying Face Palm, Taizu Long Fist, Hard Throwing and Crushing, Direct Staff Plucking, Clashing Hand Tong Fist, Seven Stances Consecutive Fist, Seizing and Throwing Methods, Rolling and Penetrating the Ears, Cleaving Blow in the Nest, Hooking and Plucking Hand…….
Ximen Qing’s skill, which was proficient in all sorts of martial arts, was displayed without filtration.
It was a close combat skill almost akin to an art, aiming precisely only at the vital points while embedding killing intent in every single strike.
But.
“Hahaha—”
Gyeon Sul, with his eyes wide open, received all of Ximen Qing’s punches and kicks.
Every time Ximen Qing struck Gyeon Sul’s body, a sound like a leather drum bursting occurred.
Of course, those were all sounds of the skin of Ximen Qing’s own fist or instep bursting and tearing.
“……! ……! ……!”
Only then did Ximen Qing notice.
That Gyeon Sul’s body was covered in a thin membrane created by layers of internal energy accumulated.
That the internal energy was far too pure and profound, such that his own internal qi gong could not even make a scratch on it.
Soon, from the mouth of Ximen Qing who grasped the situation, a mutter of disbelief drifted.
“A-a Peak Expert…….”
A Wulin expert who reached the Peak.
Beings out of the standard, of whom just three gathered could slaughter all humans of a single castle overnight.
Having peeked into the supreme domain and stepped a foot closer to the Heavenly Secret, they were called superhumans even among Wulin people and held in awe.
And Gyeon Sul in front of his eyes was precisely that Peak Expert.
“Nonsense! How could a bastard like you?”
“Oh, there is absolutely no need to worry about anything. Because I will explain everything to you step by step, one by one. I was worried you might not want an explanation, so this is perfect.”
Gyeon Sul strode toward Ximen Qing.
A pressure as if a massive monster were emerging through the darkness.
Ximen Qing was retreating backward hesitantly in spite of himself.
…Grab!
Gyeon Sul’s hand grabbed Ximen Qing’s hair once again.
“Eeek!”
Ximen Qing threw a punch and struck Gyeon Sul’s face, but.
Slap!
he merely vomited a bowlful of blood to the slap that followed straightaway.
Gyeon Sul held Ximen Qing’s hair and kept slapping his cheeks.
Slap! Crack! Crack! Splat!
Roars like the ones made when a large rock on the riverbank was struck and split by a hammer erupted repeatedly.
“Guh…… Guuuugh…… Gek…….”
Ximen Qing’s beautiful facial features had been transformed like dough roughly kneaded right before pan-frying meat patties.
“Whew. Keeping someone alive is harder than killing them. Do physicians feel like this?”
Gyeon Sul grumbled as he wiped off the blood drops splattered on his face.
“P-please spare me…… I made a mistake…….”
Ximen Qing began to beg even with inaccurate pronunciation.
Gyeon Sul chuckled and climbed onto the rice field ridge while holding his hair.
There was Chui waiting there.
A large leather sack was slung over his shoulder.
“Has your anger subsided a bit?”
“I’ve only just started, though.”
“Can I take a look?”
“Sure. In terms of torture technique, our pretty boy’s side would be far better. No matter how much I am from a Thousand-Head of the Yangtze River Water Fortresses, how could I dare compare to an assassin of the Abyss Valley.”
Hearing Chui and Gyeon Sul’s conversation, Ximen Qing began to cry.
A Thousand-Head of the Yangtze River Water Fortresses. And on top of that, an assassin of the Abyss Valley.
He had met two monsters whom it was impossible to believe existed in reality, in succession in a single day.
Looking down at Ximen Qing who was trembling with cold and terror, Gyeon Sul grinned.
“Tell in detail exactly how you killed my brother.”
“T-that is…… that is…….”
His initial prestige was nowhere to be found.
Most humans naturally show their true colors after getting beaten a few times.
Ximen Qing shed tears of blood and confessed his evil deeds in detail.
Although his teeth were shattered and his tongue was cut so his pronunciation leaked, it was about to the extent that it could be roughly understood.
Gyeon Sul nodded his head.
“So, after ordering the ruffians to beat my brother up, and making him think that Pan Jinlian shed tears while seeing his sick state, and that maternal love sprouted so the relation between the couple improved, Pan Jinlian fed my brother chicken porridge containing arsenic, and while my brother lay in bed dying, you and Pan Jinlian had intercourse right next to him, is that it?”
“I-I made a mistake…… please forgive me…….”
Ximen Qing wailed, trickling blood, sweat, tears, and saliva.
However, Gyeon Sul paid no heed at all and nodded his head.
“I understand well. Finally, my thoughts have been organized on how to handle you guys.”
Soon, Gyeon Sul grabbed Ximen Qing’s hair and raised his hand high.
Chui also put down the leather sack he was shouldering.
“……!”
Ximen Qing’s swollen eyes opened slightly.
Inside the leather sack, Pan Jinlian was seen trembling naked.
Gyeon Sul put his arm around Ximen Qing’s shoulder and spoke.
“Take off your clothes and get in.”
“……Eh?”
“Get in here. If you make me say it one more time, I will kill you.”
“Hieek!”
Hearing Gyeon Sul’s words, Ximen Qing hurriedly took off his clothes and jumped into the leather sack where Pan Jinlian was.
Soon, Gyeon Sul shouldered the leather sack containing Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing.
And then, he began to walk toward Ximen Qing’s luxurious manor beyond the bamboo forest.
“Let’s strip down together and have a slow talk. As someone said, for the night is long. Hahahahaha—”
Even in this midst, Gyeon Sul winked his bloodshot eye toward Chui who was next to him.
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