Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 114 : I'm Frustrated Because I Don't Know Anything

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The ones who jumped into the bloody battlefield swung their swords at the orthodox martial artists.

"It's the Wind Blood Pavilion of the Demonic Cult!"

"It's the Demonic Cult!"

As shouts erupted, the fight became even more fierce.

Swish!

A purple-clad warrior with his bamboo hat pressed down appeared next to Mun-gang. As he held out his hand, Mun-gang shared his dried meat.

Hwang-jeong, the deputy pavilion master of the Wind Blood Pavilion, chewed the dried meat and asked.

"When did you arrive?"

"About an hour ago."

"It's been a long time, Brother Hwang."

Ja Cho-je smiled as if he knew Hwang-jeong well. Hwang-jeong lightly cupped his fist.

Hwang-jeong had often visited the Black Dragon Faction on behalf of the Wind Blood Pavilion. Each time, Ja Cho-je had welcomed him.

Mun-gang asked.

"The main force?"

"It seems it will take about two days."

At the words 'two days', Mun-gang stroked his beard and fell into thought.

It was as if he was being told to defend this place for two days. On top of that, there was an unknown previous guest.

'It's too late...'

* * *

Jo Geom-ok, who was at the entrance of the cave where Jin Sa-wol was, stood with her long black hair fluttering.

Jo Geom-ok sat with her arms crossed, watching the martial artists fighting in the wide basin.

Above her head, Woo Jeong-bong poked his face out.

"After passing through a boring cave, now I see a boring fight."

"Don't step in."

Although Jo Geom-ok spoke, recalling Jin Sa-wol's request, Woo Jeong-bong's expression was full of fighting spirit.

Since the orthodox martial artists were being pushed back, his mood could not be good. He was on the verge of jumping out at any moment.

To Jo Geom-ok's right, Son Ae-hwa was sitting on the ground.

"There's the Wind Blood Pavilion, the Blood Curtain, and the Black Dragon Faction. On the other hand, the orthodox side doesn't seem to have any notable masters. Although they say there are masters in Cheongseong and Hengshan, compared to the Blood Curtain Master..."

"That frog bastard."

At the words 'Blood Curtain', Woo Jeong-bong looked for the Blood Curtain Master.

"Where is the Blood Curtain Master?"

"Do you see a frog over there?"

At the word 'frog', Woo Jeong-bong's eyes looked at Mun-gang, who had a plump, round physique.

Since he had met him once, he knew Mun-gang's appearance. But the Mun-gang he knew and a frog were completely different people.

Woo Jeong-bong tilted his head.

"Did I see wrong?"

Woo Jeong-bong muttered and looked at Mun-gang in detail. One thing that stood out was his half-moon saber.

"Kraaak!"

As a loud scream echoed, Woo Jeong-bong couldn't stand it and drew his sword. The scream came from the orthodox side, and their number had noticeably decreased.

As Woo Jeong-bong was about to step in, Jo Geom-ok grabbed his sleeve.

Jo Geom-ok shook her head. But Woo Jeong-bong smiled and said.

"The reason I learned martial arts is not to kill the unorthodox. It's to save people in trouble."

At his serious expression and tone, Son Ae-hwa's eyes widened. It was the appearance of an orthodox martial artist she had only heard about in words.

'Wow! There really is a person like that.'

Son Ae-hwa saw Woo Jeong-bong's appearance differently. But Jo Geom-ok was dumbfounded.

"You're talking nonsense. It's to kill the unorthodox."

"Tsk!"

As if he had been caught, Woo Jeong-bong turned his head and then quickly jumped into the chaotic scene.

"Hahahaha! I am Woo Jeong-bong of Wudang!"

Papapat!

Woo Jeong-bong, who had jumped high into the air, jumped into the group of the Black Dragon Faction with a loud laugh.

Shwish! Whoosh!

Sharp sword energies drew a circle and instantly cut down a dozen or so members of the Black Dragon Faction and then moved quickly again.

"Uwaaaak!"

"Kraak!"

In the midst of the rampant screams, Mun-gang and Ja Cho-je, who were watching from behind, frowned.

"What, that bastard?"

Ja Cho-je got very angry when he saw the unexpected guest and rolled up his sleeves. Mun-gang stopped him.

"Leave him. More will come."

At Mun-gang's words, Ja Cho-je nodded. As he had said, a loud roar echoed.

Waaah!

The roar that started from the south was that of the Hainan Sect. Besides them, a dozen or so orthodox sects, including the Sun Sword Sect and the Guangdong Escort Agency, flocked. The number seemed to be over five hundred.

"They're a pack of dogs."

Ja Cho-je muttered and held his spear at them. Mun-gang also held his half-moon saber in his hand.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As the two moved, the masters of the Black Dragon Faction and the Blood Curtain, who were waiting, also moved together.

The deputy pavilion master of the Wind Blood Pavilion was still chewing dried meat with his arms crossed. His eyes turned to the cave where Woo Jeong-bong had appeared.

Jo Geom-ok, who was sitting at the entrance of the cave, met the eyes of the deputy pavilion master of the Wind Blood Pavilion in the air.

Although it was for a very short time, Jo Geom-ok did not feel good. If the enemy recognized her, they would devise a countermeasure.

"I have to move."

"What? But what about my older brother?"

Son Ae-hwa asked, looking at Woo Jeong-bong, who was fighting with the disciples of the Cheongseong Sect.

Her expression was full of worry.

"You don't have to worry. Even though he looks like that, he's a master, so he won't die from this."

"I know. Still, I have to worry..."

Son Ae-hwa's expression hardened when she saw him grinning in front of the female disciples of the Cheongseong Sect.

"Let's just go."

"Let's go to the roof of the buildings around here."

"Yes."

Whoosh!

Jo Geom-ok, who had kicked the stairs with the sound of wind, went up to the top of a small, two-story building far away.

Son Ae-hwa moved, following behind.

Soon, the two sat on top of the building.

Although Jin Sa-wol had told them to hide, there was no suitable place to hide. If so, it was better to be quiet so as not to be noticed as much as possible.

Jo Geom-ok turned her head and looked at the high sky beyond the cliff. The main building of the esoteric sect was up there.

* * *

As he left the stairs and went up, he saw a wide plain. Although it was the summit of the mountain, the width of the plain seemed to be at least five hundred zhang. At the end of it, several buildings were built, looking up at the blue sky.

Whoosh!

As a wind carrying the fragrant smell of grass blew, Jin Sa-wol moved his steps slowly.

Who would have imagined that there would be such a wide plain on top of a cliff?

If you looked around, high mountains were spread out tightly.

Behind, long cliffs surrounded the mountain widely like a huge wall.

A place where people could not go. A place where people did not live. The esoteric sect was in a place with many swamps, poison, and shady places where the sun did not enter all year round.

Swish! Swish!

Jin Sa-wol, who was walking, stepping on the blades of grass, recalled the people who had come and gone here in the past.

It was a place where hundreds of people came and went, and there were quite a few houses, but now there were none.

Jin Sa-wol slowly approached the front of a wide, two-story main hall.

About thirty people were out on the stairs leading up to the main hall. They all just looked at Jin Sa-wol with expressionless faces.

They, who had a strong killing intent, all seemed to have accumulated considerable training.

There were several buildings to the left and right of the main hall, but there was no special presence there.

Jin Sa-wol's eyes turned to the middle-aged man standing in the center and Steward Yang standing next to him.

Steward Yang seemed to have come up here first through another road.

He smiled with his eyes next to the middle-aged man and said.

"It's that guy, Cult Leader. He's the guy who came up, killing the Sound Soul Master who was guarding the O-gwan. Be careful."

The middle-aged man stroked his beard and looked down at Jin Sa-wol.

"He's a brat who hasn't even dried the blood on his head."

"That's right. But his martial arts are amazing."

"I guess so."

Jeok Sa-yeong smiled.

Jin Sa-wol turned his eyes to Steward Yang, not Jeok Sa-yeong.

"A while ago, you followed my orders well, but now you've changed your master again and are trying to kill me. Since you change your master so easily, you'll die soon too."

"Shut up! You bastard! When did I ever follow you? Our Cult is originally a place where one bows to the strong. The place where the one with strong power becomes the Cult Leader is the esoteric sect! Also, you seem to not know that it is a virtue of the martial world. You should also prostrate yourself to the Cult Leader. If you obey, you will live."

At Steward Yang's words, Jeok Sa-yeong smiled with satisfaction. Jin Sa-wol was once again impressed by Steward Yang's quick change of attitude.

It seemed that he would not die anywhere with that kind of attitude.

Steward Yang compared Jin Sa-wol's and Jeok Sa-yeong's martial arts, and then, recalling his subordinates, he sided with Jeok Sa-yeong.

Anyway, Jin Sa-wol was alone, and no matter how high his martial arts were, Jeok Sa-yeong's martial arts were also not to be trifled with.

Jeok Sa-yeong stroked his beard and said generously to Jin Sa-wol.

"I am Jeok Sa-yeong, the Cult Leader of the esoteric sect. Who are you?"

"Jin Sa-wol. I run a small inn."

"An inn? Hahaha!"

Jeok Sa-yeong laughed out loud and then spoke again.

"From what Steward Yang said, it seems your martial arts are quite high. Since there are many enemies right now, I don't have the leisure to deal with you. Since I can't deal with all the guys who come, I will show you mercy. If you obey me, you will live, and if you don't, you will die."

Swish!

Jeok Sa-yeong, who had raised his left hand, gathered his internal energy in his hand. Then a silver energy swirled and gathered, turning into several small rings.

The size was about that of a ring.

It was a Gang-hwan.

The ability to condense qi so small was definitely not ordinary. Of course, its destructive power was not inferior to that of a sword gang.

Jin Sa-wol grabbed the hilt of his sword at his one move and slowly approached Jeok Sa-yeong.

"What demonic art did you learn?"

"Demonic art? It's called the Six-Layered Demonic Palm. Are you surely going to fight me?"

"Of course."

"Hahaha! I am the Cult Leader of the esoteric sect! The Cult Leader's martial arts are the best in the world, and no one can defeat them."

Jeok Sa-yeong, who was laughing loudly, was looking at the approaching Jin Sa-wol. The distance was now about four zhang.

Jin Sa-wol's hand was drawing his sword.

Jeok Sa-yeong raised his internal energy even more with a face full of killing intent.

"I'll kill you."

Whoosh!

Jeok Sa-yeong, who was extending his left hand forward, opened his eyes wide when the sword ring disappeared and blood splattered from his wrist.

Just then, a small light passed his wrist.

The shadow of the sword had cut his wrist, but it was so fast that it appeared faintly for a moment after.

"Keuk!"

Jeok Sa-yeong, who had retreated a step, holding his wrist, had a hardened expression.

Thanks to his protective qi, his wrist was not cut off. But it was deeply cut, and blood was still flowing.

Jin Sa-wol looked at the blade of his Yuseom Sword and muttered.

"Was it not enough?"

He had focused on speed and could not put much internal energy into the sword. Still, he thought that the Yuseom Sword could cut a wrist.

But Jeok Sa-yeong's martial arts were more outstanding than he thought.

"What are you doing! Kill that guy!"

Jeok Sa-yeong shouted and retreated, shouting.

'He's weak.'

Jin Sa-wol was dumbfounded when he saw the retreating Jeok Sa-yeong.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The ones who were standing around Jeok Sa-yeong all rushed in. Jin Sa-wol, who was looking at them, saw Steward Yang, who was staring at him.

The two's eyes met in the air.

Jin Sa-wol showed a slight killing intent. It meant that he would kill him.

Steward Yang also guessed that meaning and his expression hardened.

"Kill him! You must kill him!"

Steward Yang shouted loudly as if he were having a seizure.

(End of Chapter)