novelraw Chapter 12 : Black Tiger Sect (2)
Chapter 12 : Black Tiger Sect (2)
Chapter 12: Black Tiger Sect (2)
“Yeah.”
At Cheon Bigang’s answer, Gyojin let out an awkward laugh.
“Come on, Master, your jokes are too much. You’re kidding, right?”
“I’m not joking. I told you, didn’t I? I’m leaving this matter to you. What you accept, you resolve with your own hands—that’s the principle.”
“That may be true, but… the Black Tiger Sect Leader is at least ten times stronger than me.”
“That’s not the issue. If you rely on something and act recklessly without knowing your place, then you’re no different from that Black Tiger Sect Leader. So here, it’s right for you to handle it.”
“Still….”
He couldn’t deny it, so Gyojin changed tactics.
He stepped closer to Cheon Bigang and whispered quietly,
“Master, if things go wrong, I might die from a stray punch, you know? Then I might resent you. You don’t want that, right?”
“Then dodge well, roll well, and run well.”
“Uwaaaah!”
Realizing words wouldn’t work, Gyojin grabbed his head and groaned.
Jo Wol, who had been listening from the side, snapped with an incredulous expression,
“This isn’t what I called you here for.”
“Not my concern.”
“At a time like this…!”
Was this betrayal?
As things didn’t go as planned, Jo Wol bit her lip.
In truth, she had intended to pit Cheon Bigang, under the pretext of being Gyojin’s master, against the Black Tiger Sect Leader.
Even in the fight with Little Twin Fist Gong Gyeon, Cheon Bigang hadn’t revealed his martial arts.
‘So I thought if he fought the Black Tiger Sect Leader, his hidden martial arts would naturally be exposed.’
If she could just confirm it with her own eyes, she believed she’d find a way to uncover the secrets he was hiding.
But she never expected Cheon Bigang to pass the Black Tiger Sect Leader onto Gyojin.
As the conversation dragged on, the Black Tiger Sect Leader lost patience and stepped forward.
Thud!
“If you won’t come, then I’ll come to you first!”
Black Tiger Sect Leader, Joo Giyoung, brought both arms forward, and his energy surged as his clothes swelled.
The circulation of internal energy.
What some called qi, others internal force, inner power, or internal cultivation—this transcendent energy centered around Joo Giyoung’s dantian and surpassed dimensional phases.
In 0.01 seconds.
The power spread from the dantian through the twelve meridians, heating the extremities and resonating with the particles composing the human body.
Wooooong!
Emitting a faint low-frequency hum, his hands vibrated, leaving afterimages.
The energy spread throughout his body, passed through the eight extraordinary meridians, and finally reached the brain through the central channels.
Flash!
The human eye was part of the brain.
Having trained in an orthodox mental cultivation method, Joo Giyoung’s eyes gleamed sharply.
From preparation to full circulation took only 0.1 seconds.
Lowering his stance, Joo Giyoung frowned.
“I’ll deal with you first! You brat of the Gyo family!”
Crunch!
He kicked off the ground.
Even if it was a child, he had no intention of letting it slide after being humiliated in front of his subordinates.
Even as the Black Tiger Sect Leader rushed forward, Cheon Bigang did not step in.
Unable to hold back, Jo Wol shouted,
“Six, Kiri!”
“Yes, sir.”
The twin bodyguards rushed forward with long blades.
The clash was inevitable.
Jo Wol leapt high to rescue the three captured employees and shouted,
“Don’t hold back! Subdue them all!”
“Waaaah!”
“Kill them!”
More than thirty people collided at the center of the club stage, beginning a life-and-death melee.
“Hmm.”
Watching the mass of humans pouring hatred at one another, Cheon Bigang felt something akin to nostalgia.
It was the long-forgotten aura of a battlefield.
The first screams came from gunfire.
“Fire! Shoot them down!”
Two Black Tiger Sect members unleashed a German-made light machine gun.
Ratatatat!
“Argh!”
“Aaaah!”
Employees with weaker martial arts tried to protect themselves, but couldn’t withstand the barrage and fell.
As the battle turned chaotic, the gunners switched to blades.
Crash!
A mirror ball shattered, and two people rolled across a table covered in drinks.
Amid the chaos, the one in the greatest danger was Gyojin.
“You!”
“Ah!”
As Joo Giyoung closed in, Gyojin dropped flat to the ground.
Even a master couldn’t strike someone lying prone without bending deeply—a vulnerable posture.
At that moment, Six and Kiri attacked.
“Leader, nothing personal!”
“It’s just business!”
Shing!
Silver flashes cut through the blacklight.
Yin Phantom Three Severing Sword.
Though it lacked flowing Sword Energy, its precision and execution were chilling.
“Hup!”
Slash slash!
Their blades struck simultaneously at Joo Giyoung’s upper and lower body.
Forced back, he retreated.
Slice.
His collar fell cleanly to the ground.
A single drop of blood.
Had it been a fraction deeper, his carotid artery would have burst.
The twins returned to guard Gyojin.
Kiri clicked their tongue.
“The worst.”
“He dodged all three forms.”
“He’s strong.”
“Next time we’ll really get hit. What do we do?”
“Ugh.”
At that moment, Sa Gyeom, who had been hiding, suddenly rushed forward.
“Leader Joo! Pay for my fingernail!”
“What—!”
His reckless charge shocked Gyojin.
Sa Gyeom couldn’t last even half a move.
“What are you doing!”
Gyojin drew a shotgun and fired.
Boom!
Joo Giyoung casually brushed the pellets aside.
In that instant, Sa Gyeom stabbed.
Stab!
But the blade couldn’t pierce his reinforced body.
“Sa Gyeom, you don’t know your place!”
Clang!
Joo Giyoung shattered the sword with a punch.
“Why kill me after drinking together!”
“Because you’re useless!”
“Damn it!”
Joo Giyoung punched toward Sa Gyeom’s face—
Boom!
A light fixture crashed down as Gyojin fired upward.
Seizing the chance, the twins attacked again.
“Pesky flies!”
Joo Giyoung’s energy surged.
Tiger King Fist.
His fists radiated pale light.
Crash!
The twins’ blades crumpled.
“Ugh!”
“Ah!”
Their arms went numb.
Sa Gyeom struck again—
Slash!
He cut Joo Giyoung’s cheek.
Blood flowed.
“Insignificant fool!”
Boom!
Sa Gyeom was blasted away.
“Cough!”
Joo Giyoung turned toward the weakened twins—
“Run if you want to live!”
They split apart—
At that moment—
Someone intervened.
A palm strike met Joo Giyoung’s fist.
BOOM!
Shockwaves swept the club.
Both stepped back.
Equal strength.
Joo Giyoung looked around.
His men were all subdued.
“You hid your strength, Hao Clan wench.”
“I never said I didn’t have any.”
Jo Wol stood before him.
The twins regrouped.
Victory tilted toward them.
“Will you surrender? Name your backer, and I might spare you.”
“Hahaha!”
“I’ve already mounted the tiger. There’s no getting off.”
“Then die.”
They clashed.
Fist against palm.
Watching, Gyojin turned—
‘Master?’
Cheon Bigang was gone.
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Step. Step.
Cheon Bigang walked through the staff corridor.
The office was silent.
Creak.
Inside—
An old man sat.
“Heh heh.”
Cheon Bigang asked,
“You’re in the wrong place. The one you serve is downstairs.”
“Foolish child. I was waiting. For the survivor.”
“….”
“I came to kill whoever remains.”
“….”
“Child? Who are you calling a child?”
“Heh. Youthful arrogance.”
The old man stood.
Muscles bulged beneath wrinkled skin.
His face twisted.
“I saw your duel. Cheon Bigang, was it? Have you heard my name? In the Martial World, I am called Scatter Blood Demon. Farewell.”
In an instant—
He struck the dantian.
BOOM!
Cheon Bigang’s clothes exploded.
The room shattered.
He fell.
The old man frowned.
“Is it over?”