Single-Instant Blade

Chapter 91 : Death Blade (1)

Seori Gaheon was in the Wind Path Valley.

To meet him, you just had to go to a specific place. And Jo Chuhan had told him that place.

Although he had turned back because Mongseol had been attacked, he had originally intended to go straight to Seori Gaheon. That was why he had been able to kill Jo Chuhan without hesitation.

If he killed Jo Chuhan, he would be pursued by the Sacred Sword Sect. But by the time the Sacred Sword Sect rushed in, he would already be dead at the hands of Seori Gaheon, so what was there to worry about? There was nothing to worry about.

That’s right. He had intended to die.

This fight would eventually lead to that conclusion.

What would change even if he obtained the Single-Instant Blade now? Seori Gaheon and Hyeonggae had already obtained the Single-Instant Blade fifteen years ago. And they had trained tirelessly for fifteen years.

How could he defeat them?

Since Grandpa had started the fight, he would run to the end. Whatever the result at the end, he would do what he had to do.

If he had gone to find Seori Gaheon at that time, he would have become a corpse and would be rotting by now.

It was the same now. Nothing had changed at all.

It would be the same even after a year, two years. It would not change.

Saying that he would fight after obtaining the Single-Instant Blade was just an excuse for not wanting to fight.

If he was going to fight, he had to fight now.

Grandpa had started a fight even though he knew he was not ready. He had lit the fuse.

He had seen that if it wasn’t now, even the will to fight would be broken.

The Wind Path Valley was the name of a valley in the Qinling Mountains of Shaanxi Province.

The Qinling Mountains were so high that the weather in the north and south was distinctly different. Although the north was cold, the south was warm, so the land was fertile and various plants and animals lived there.

The Qinling Mountains were also a natural wall that blocked the invasion of the northern peoples with their rugged mountains.

The Wind Path Valley was in the south of the Qinling Mountains.

The Sacred Sword Sect had given the Single-Instant Sect a huge land of five hundred li in all directions. But what could you do with a land that was so vast in the deep mountains? It was hard to even see a person within five hundred li.

The Sacred Sword Sect had exiled the Single-Instant Sect for a whopping fifteen years.

And yet, the Single-Instant Sect did not say anything unpleasant. It seemed that they liked the Wind Path Valley very much and had settled down deeply.

Ah Geol began to walk towards the Qinling Mountains.

‘Since it’s come to this, there’s no need to hide.’

Ah Geol thought of standing proudly before the world, and then he let out a smirk again.

This thought had also arisen because of Mongseol.

For the Ghost Gate where she was to be safe, he had to turn the world’s attention elsewhere.

There was no sect that watched the assassin sect, the Ghost Gate.

Most sects could not even find the Ghost Gate. How hard had it been to find the Ghost Gate from the contract messenger?

Ah Geol was worried about the Sacred Sword Sect and the Wind Path Valley.

Among them, he was particularly concerned about the Wind Path Valley. The martial art that the deputy valley master of the Fourth Valley had shown was somewhat unsettling.

The gaze he was trying to receive was, strictly speaking, his senior brother’s gaze.

He would lure his senior brothers so that they could not see the Ghost Gate. He would make them look only at him.

* * *

Jinpyeongru!

It was an ordinary inn.

It seemed to have about thirty rooms. It did not sell liquor, and it was an inn only for lodging and meals.

Ah Geol entered the inn.

“How many days will you be staying?”

As soon as he entered the inn, a clerk came running up and asked.

“One day.”

“One day. Yes, we have a room. It’s ten wen, and you have to pay in advance. Dinner and tomorrow’s breakfast are provided. You can eat over there.”

The clerk pointed to the dining room with his hand.

“Can I take a bath?”

“Yes! There’s a bathhouse over there, so you can use it anytime. The water here is very good.”

The clerk said, pointing to the bathroom.

The clerk guided him to a small room with only one bed and one table.

Ah Geol went to the window and opened it wide.

It was the second floor. There was no problem in jumping down. But unfortunately, the place where he would fall was the entrance to the inn, so if a few people blocked it, he would be trapped without a way out.

The front was wide open.

There were two more inns on either side. The guests were about half full, and there were only one or two martial artists to be seen.

There seemed to be nothing to be particularly wary of.

Ah Geol took out a string and tied his sleeves and ankles tightly. He took out the half-iron blade and also checked the blade.

The Sacred Sword Sect had eyes planted in all the inns in the Central Plains.

So a person who was being pursued by the Sacred Sword Sect should never stay at an inn. To put it more severely, they should not even go near a village with an inn.

Jinpyeongru was the same. A wanted poster had already been delivered a long time ago.

Since he was the one who had killed the Ten Lesser Swords, he would have been wanted as a top-class criminal, and the bounty would also be quite high.

Doreureuk!

He poured water into a teacup and drank.

He didn’t have to worry about things like poison. The inn would only report, but would not move directly. They were people who knew well how troublesome it was to deal with a martial artist.

A large mountain could be seen in the distance.

The mountains were so large that even a flying bird could not cross them, and they were tightly packed together.

At a glance, it seemed that you could go there in half a day, but in fact, it was quite far away.

The mountain range was so large that it came into view at a glance, but it would take at least seven days and nights on foot for an adult.

‘Jinling.’

Huru-ruk!

He drank the hot tea while looking at the Jinling Mountains.

The Wind Path Valley would be somewhere over there.

According to Jo Chuhan, the Sacred Sword Sect always visited the Wind Path Valley by carriage.

If so, it would not be difficult to find. There were not many roads that a carriage could enter in the rugged mountains. The fastest way to find it was to ask a coachman who lived nearby, but since it was related to the sharp-edged Wind Path Valley, there was no way they would tell him. He also didn’t want to cause any harm.

He had to search Jinling on his own two feet.

Jinling was a large mountain range that would take more than two months to just go around once. Considering that, it was estimated that it would take about a month to find the Wind Path Valley.

Huru-ruk!

He took another sip of the tea.

At that time, a creaking sound that grated on the nerves was heard from downstairs.

‘Hmph! They came quickly.’

Ah Geol placed the teacup on the table.

When he had been talking to the clerk, he had touched the half-iron blade at his waist more than three times. The iron blade, which was only half-finished as if it had been made and then stopped, was enough to attract attention.

And yet, the clerk had not mentioned the half-iron blade at all.

He had already seen the half-iron blade.

Although he had deliberately touched the half-iron blade for the clerk to see, there was no need to touch it.

The situation outside the window was naturally visible.

Martial artists were surrounding the area with weapons in their hands.

Although they were spreading out the encirclement, being careful not to make a sound, their momentum was very ferocious.

‘From now on, I won’t even have time to sleep.’

Ah Geol stood up with the half-iron blade.

Hwik! Peok! Keuaak!

A scream erupted as the door was cut down in one blow.

The martial artist who had been approaching the door collapsed, bleeding from his chest, from the sudden blow.

Swoosh!

Ah Geol pushed aside the broken door and went out into the hallway.

About ten martial artists were on the second floor. About twenty were standing in the wide yard on the first floor. Outside the inn, about fifty more were surrounding it.

It was close to a hundred people.

Tuk! Dduduk!

Ah Geol walked along the wooden hallway. In that instant,

Puk!

The wood under his feet shattered, and a spear shot up.

Ah Geol kicked the spear shaft and broke it. And he kicked the broken spear again and sent it flying towards another martial artist.

Peok! Puk!

The martial artist could not dodge the flying spear and was pierced in the center of his chest.

He flew back three zhang and fell.

“Uaaak!”

He screamed only after he had fallen to the ground. In fact, he had let out a scream the moment he had been hit by the spear, but from the side, it seemed as if he had screamed only after he had fallen to the ground.

A strong short energy had been contained in Ah Geol’s kick. The short energy that would have become the Single-Instant Blade if it had been concentrated in a blade had gathered in his foot and had exploded, so it was difficult to block.

Tuk! Seuseuseut!

When Ah Geol took a step forward, the martial artists took a step back.

But they did not have a scared expression. Their eyes became even fiercer. A killing intent that they would surely kill him was overflowing. They were just avoiding a frontal fight.

‘A dog fight.’

The martial artists were trying to have a dog fight.

They were thinking of rushing in like a pack of dogs. They would thoroughly avoid a frontal fight and would fully utilize the advantage of numbers and would only attack the openings. They would mainly aim for the back.

Although this kind of fight might seem shabby, it was very effective in bringing down a strong enemy.

Naturally, an orthodox sect would not use it.

A sect had its dignity, how could several people rush in at one person and execute a joint attack?

There were times when they executed a joint attack. But even in that situation, they would fight fairly with martial arts according to a formation. They would not fight by slowly running away and just digging at the openings.

These people did not think about the sect’s dignity.

If so, it meant that they were either ruffians or unorthodox martial artists… There was a sect near Jinling that was precariously walking the line between orthodox and unorthodox. Although they claimed to be orthodox, they secretly did things that an unorthodox sect would do.

The Great Mountain Gang.

Although the Great Mountain Gang trained its own martial artists, it also recruited strong martial artists and made them its disciples.

That was why their weapons were all different, and the martial arts they used were also different.

Ah Geol kicked off the floor and jumped up.

He swung the Blade Spirit Rotation of the seventeenth sect master towards the head and chest of the two martial artists who were slowly retreating.

His body spun. The half-iron blade attached to his arm spun along with his body. His body and blade became one and spun. In that instant,

Paang!

It felt as if the air had been compressed and had exploded.

The two martial artists who had been slowly retreating were pulled forward. No, they had thrust their bodies towards the spinning blade. Naturally, they could not help but be struck in the chest.

Peok! Kung!

“Uaaak!”

“Keok!”

Screams echoed through the inn.

Ah Geol could kill them in one go.

A fast blade only cut life without pain. The fear of death also did not arise much. Since they collapsed as if they had fainted, it was a blessed death in a way.

Now he had used his blade violently. It was not a fast blade, but an angry blade.

It was a blade art that mercilessly dug into the flesh.

Since he had not cut the nerves and had only cut the organs and bones, the pain was very extreme. Blood gushed out like rainwater. Every time they struggled, blood poured out.

If you saw this, the fear of death would also become extreme.

Swoosh!

The half-iron blade aimed at a man.

In that instant, Ah Geol’s body shot towards the man that the half-iron blade had pointed to, like an arrow.

“Keuaaak!”

The martial artist was struck in the chest and flew back and fell.

The moment the half-iron blade had pierced the man’s chest, Ah Geol had raised his foot and had kicked the man’s stomach. While pulling the half-iron blade from his body, he had used the man’s body to break through the path.

When four people had collapsed in an instant, fear finally flickered on the martial artists’ faces.

‘What kind of guy is this?’

They looked at Ah Geol as if they were looking at a monster.

Ah Geol and the Great Mountain Gang had not exchanged any conversation. They had surrounded him, and had recklessly swung their blades.

To be honest, the Great Mountain Gang did not know who Ah Geol was well.

The Sacred Sword Sect had put a bounty on Ah Geol, and since the clerk had said that a wanted person had appeared, they had just come to catch him. However, since he was a person who had been personally wanted by the Sacred Sword Sect, they had thought he would be something great and had rushed in, but they had not thought that he would be this strong.

Swoosh!

Ah Geol raised his blade.

The martial artists were startled as if they had been burned by fire and retreated.

(End of Chapter)