Single-Instant Blade

Chapter 92 : Death Blade (2)

“Fight!”

An order came from a corner of the first floor.

At that, the martial artists who had been retreating hesitantly all straightened their weapons.

He was a master who could not be faced with martial arts. And yet, they did not retreat.

This was a dog fight.

Swoosh! Chwaat!

When Ah Geol approached, the martial artists retreated.

Ah Geol stepped down the stairs. The martial artists were pushed down in a crowd.

The martial artists could not think of fighting and retreated. But they did not give up. A fighting spirit that they would cling to until the end flickered. Their hands holding their weapons were also tightly clenched.

‘There are too many.’

He had expected that quite a few martial artists would rush in. That he would have to fight day and night without rest. But when he had actually met over a hundred people, and had thought that he had to kill them all, he felt frustrated.

‘If I have to shed blood anyway!’

Swoosh!

He raised the half-iron blade.

He attacked the place where five or six were gathered, rather than the place where one or two were scattered.

Shwaek!

Ah Geol rushed in like an angry tiger.

“He’s coming!”

The martial artists all struck with their weapons. Some pretended to fight and then retreated far back.

Chwarararak!

The half-iron blade swept through the air. The Meteor Flying Blade of the twelfth sect master swept through the weapons.

“Keok!”

“Keu-euk!”

The martial artists collapsed, letting out frustrated groans.

He had killed four in an instant.

It did not stop at just injuring their bodies. Every single blade, every single blade was fatal. He had only cut the vital points, the vital points that would cause instant death upon being hit by the blade.

The ones who had retreated were two.

They immediately went behind Ah Geol. And the ones who had been behind him quickly struck with their swords.

When Ah Geol turned around, the ones who had been rushing in retreated again.

Swish!

Ah Geol raised his blade towards them. At that, the ones behind him slowly rushed in.

The one who saw his back immediately rushed in. When Ah Geol turned around, he quickly retreated. And the one who saw his back rushed in.

If there was a side that retreated, there was also a side that rushed in.

It was difficult to have a dog fight in a narrow space like a hallway or stairs. He had no choice but to be defeated. But in the wide space of the first floor, they could surround him. No matter how Ah Geol moved, there would be someone who saw his back.

Chwajak! Chwaat!

As he approached, they retreated, and when he thought they had retreated, they rushed in again.

‘They’re thoroughly avoiding a fight and are only aiming for the openings. It’s a pretty annoying tactic.’

Ah Geol rushed towards the ones who were rushing in, like a thunderbolt. He approached much faster than they could retreat. And the blade of the twenty-first sect master, the Falling Flower Blade, fell.

Gwajik!

The martial artist raised his sword. He blocked the falling blade with his sword. But the sword was cut in half. And the fallen blade split his head like a potato.

“Fight!”

The one who had been watching the fight with his arms crossed leisurely ordered with a faint smile.

He was encouraging his subordinates to a fight they couldn’t win?

At a glance, it seemed so. But Ah Geol was paying a price every time he used his blade.

He had to move much faster, much stronger than the Great Mountain Gang martial artists.

That much true energy was consumed. Although he might show an advantage for now, after a day, his movements would become dull.

Originally, a dog fight was a war of attrition.

Hwirik! Shwiiit!

Several people rushed in, aiming for his back.

Ah Geol ignored them and rushed forward. He ran faster than the ones who were chasing him from behind. He cut down the ones who were in his way while running. This was much better than dealing with them one by one. At that time,

Hwit!

Something rushed in, aiming for the back of his head.

‘A hidden weapon!’

Ah Geol dodged it by slightly tilting his head back.

Shyut!

Something flew past with a metallic sound. It was so small and fast that it was not even visible.

Shwaek! Shwaek!

In the meantime, two martial artists struck with their swords.

Of course, the swords they had swung did not reach Ah Geol. They had not come in deep enough to receive a counterattack. But the fact that they had struck with their swords was important in itself.

The ones who had not been a match for him were gradually starting to run wild.

Shwaeeek! Shwaek!

The Rear Blade flew. He swung the half-iron blade behind his back without even looking back.

“Keok!”

One of the ones who had struck with his sword grabbed his neck and staggered.

The half-iron blade had cut his neck. The Rear Blade, one of the eighty-one cutting blades of the Wooden Blade One Slash of the second sect master, had exploded accurately.

Hwik!

A hidden weapon flew again.

The ones with the hidden weapon tubes in their mouths were watching for an opportunity from about ten steps away.

It was a hidden weapon fired from the mouth, a poison needle.

Swoosh!

Ah Geol dug into the gap between the martial artists.

At the very least, he should not give them a chance to use the poison needles. Although he would not be hit even if they used the poison needles, it was very annoying.

Shurit! Shwit!

The Short Blade Strike exploded. The half-iron blade turned into a short blade and swept through the martial artists around him.

“Keu-euk!”

“Keok!”

The martial artists collapsed in droves.

He didn’t know how many he had cut down. It seemed that he had cut down about twenty.

“Iron hooks!”

When the order was given, the ones with the iron hooks came forward.

Hwiiing! Hwing! Hwiiing!

The sound of swinging the iron hooks from a distance was heard fiercely.

The ones with the iron hooks circled around. They placed Ah Geol in the center and carefully sidestepped.

Shwit!

An iron hook flew.

Ah Geol dodged it by slightly twisting his body.

They were still having a dog fight. It was not to decide the fight. It was to make him tired. A place where he could not use his blade freely, they only aimed for his back.

Shwit! Shwitshwit!

The iron hooks were thrown boldly. They relentlessly poked at his openings, as if to make him unable to move.

They mainly aimed for the parts that could not be immediately defended, such as his back, legs, and waist.

“It’s not safe to use an iron hook.”

Swish!

The half-iron blade was raised. In that instant, the half-iron blade began to show a fantastic movement.

It was so fast, so dazzling. It drew dozens of blade lights in the air. It was as if he were drawing a picture with a blade. It was not even threatening. It was not a blade art that aimed for the iron hooks.

“You crazy bastard!”

Someone among the martial artists muttered.

Although they were carrying out a plan to drain his strength, he was draining his own strength.

Paat!

The half-iron blade that had been drawing pictures in the air shot up into the air.

Ah Geol had thrown the half-iron blade. When he should have been holding it tightly in his hand, he had let go of his weapon. What was this?

Pat!

The half-iron blade that had shot up into the air suddenly disappeared like smoke.

“Ah!”

The martial artists who had been looking at the half-iron blade were startled when the blade had suddenly disappeared and let out a cry of astonishment. In that instant,

“Keu-euk!”

“Keo-eok!”

Screams began to pour out continuously.

The ones with the iron hooks collapsed first.

It wasn’t just one who had collapsed. All five had collapsed at almost the same time.

The blood path continued.

“Aaaak!”

A martial artist collapsed, covering his face with both hands.

When their gazes were on the blade floating in the air, the half-iron blade had been cutting their waists.

The blade dance he had drawn was an illusion, a fantasy. It was the crystallization of the phantom blade. This was called the Twelve Killing Phantom Blades.

How could the Great Mountain Gang martial artists face the ultimate blade art that had made the Central Plains tremble? Every time the blade flashed, there was no way but to offer their lives. They could only choose death.

“Dodge!”

The Great Mountain Gang Master shouted urgently only after nearly twenty of his subordinates had collapsed.

* * *

The sun had set. And the day had dawned again.

The number of martial artists had increased much more.

Although the ones who had first surrounded the inn had been about a hundred, now nearly five hundred were surrounding it in layers.

The number of those who had fallen to the half-iron blade was over fifty.

It was the first time that Ah Geol had killed so many people in such a short time of a day.

As he had thought in the inn, the number was too large.

He was not talking about the martial artists who had participated in this fight. The number to be killed was too large.

Ah Geol’s hands and feet had also become much duller.

He could not fly his movement technique as lightly as before, and he only shot his body forward when an opportunity was caught.

The cases where the half-iron blade missed its target also became more frequent.

The martial artists would retreat just by having the half-iron blade aimed at them. Some would even retreat just by Ah Geol changing his direction.

The ones who aimed for his back became even faster.

The one who shot the hidden weapons was the most annoying. Since he shot such a small needle, Ah Geol could not be careless.

In fact, a few poison needles had torn his flesh and had passed by.

Even with just that much injury, his movements had become dull. Although he had not been stabbed directly, his feet were as heavy as if lead had been attached to them. His breathing had also become shallow, so he had to take a deep breath.

The poison was extremely potent.

“Flying Waterfall!”

The Great Mountain Gang Master continuously ordered.

The ones with the short weapons retreated, and the ones with the long spears came forward.

There were ten in all. The movements of aiming, stabbing, and retracting the spears were in perfect order.

They had properly learned the spear art from an orthodox martial arts family. They were also skilled in the joint attack technique executed by ten people.

Shwiririk!

Ah Geol executed the Body Protecting Blade and cut the spear shafts.

Taang! Tangtang!

A fierce collision occurred.

The spear shafts were not cut. Although they were not spears made of iron, they were so elastic that they could withstand the half-iron blade.

‘Huh?’

Ah Geol narrowed his eyes and looked at the spearmen.

Swoosh! Swish!

Five people held Ah Geol in check with their spears. In the meantime, the other five stabbed Ah Geol at the same time.

The joint attack of offense and defense was perfect.

When the spears were aimed, he could not move, and when the spears were stabbed, he thought that there was no space to move other than to be pierced.

Shwaeeek!

Ah Geol spun around once with the half-iron blade attached to his body.

The half-iron blade and the long spears collided. The long spears were sent flying into the sky helplessly.

They did not put strength into swinging the long spears. So if you hit them with the half-iron blade, they would be sent flying without a doubt. They were only attacking with the speed of stabbing the spears.

This kind of spear art maximized safety.

Even if you missed the spear, the spearman would be safe. He would put his true energy into the spear and use it to stab, and when the spear was stabbed, he would immediately retrieve his true energy. So the spearman would not receive any counterattack.

He was making the most of the advantages of the spear.

Ah Geol could not find an opening for the first time. He had to get out of the ten-spear formation, but there was no way to get out. Five of the ten spears always blocked Ah Geol’s movements.

Ah Geol placed the half-iron blade in front of his chest.

He held the handle with his right hand, and gently swept up the back of the blade with his left hand.

Paat!

He flew his body into the air.

In that instant, the ten spears, as if they had caught an opportunity, all stabbed into the air at the same time.

Ah Geol began to swing the crazy blade of the first sect master, the one who had been called the Mad Blade.

The blade art of sixteen forms and one hundred and twenty-eight moves!

Taang!

The half-iron blade struck the spear shaft. And he used the elasticity of the collision between the spear and the blade to rush towards the spearman on the left.

It was a blade art called the Mid-Air Sway, which twisted the body in the air. It was the second form of the Phantom Floating Killing Blade.

“Ugh! Keok!”

The spearman fell back, bleeding from his forehead.

(End of Chapter)