Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 115 : But a Broken Sword is Still a Sword

Dozens of small light clusters rose around Jin Sa-wol and spread out in all directions.

They were all sword rings the size of a small ring.

Thwack!

"Kraak!"

"Ack!"

The sword rings pierced the heads and bodies of the rushing esoteric sect members.

Even the weapons they were holding could not withstand it and were broken or bounced off.

Whoosh! Shwaak!

As the sound of wind echoed in the empty air, two swords flew in from Jin Sa-wol's left and right.

Jin Sa-wol's sword was swung at the two. Immediately after, a sparkling sword shadow appeared and then disappeared. It was a sword ring.

Thump! Thump!

The two esoteric sect members who had attacked Jin Sa-wol collapsed on the floor with their foreheads pierced.

Although it was a small hole in the forehead, a hole the size of a child's fist was pierced in the back of the head.

Steward Yang took a step back and focused all his nerves on his ears, moving his head from side to side.

"Keuk!"

"Ugh!"

The screams continued. And after a moment, a silence lingered.

That silence pressed down heavily on Steward Yang's shoulders. They were all dead.

"The Cult Leader that Steward Yang believed in has run away."

At the voice from the right, Steward Yang unfolded his Demonic Dragon Claw with all his might.

Whoosh!

Although the sharp fingernails embroidered the empty air, they could not catch Jin Sa-wol.

Steward Yang shouted loudly.

"You bastard!"

Thwack!

A dull sound of hitting flesh was heard. It was a sound that came from his chest, not Steward Yang's hand.

Jin Sa-wol, who was holding out his sword, twisted his Yuseom Sword and said.

"If you had been on my side, you would have lived."

"Ugh! Don't lie. If you had intended to spare me, you wouldn't have killed the Sound Soul Master and the blind and mute dogs like that. You had no intention of sparing anyone from the beginning."

"That's right."

The corners of Jin Sa-wol's lips rose slightly. Jin Sa-wol, without realizing it, smiled and revealed his demonic energy.

Shwaak!

A strong wind rose from around Jin Sa-wol and swept in all directions. Steward Yang, who felt the extreme demonic energy, trembled all over.

The pain that had been transmitted from his chest had also disappeared at some point. It felt as if his whole body were caught in a spider's web, and he could not even move his fingertips.

"I'm scared... My..."

Steward Yang, who was about to say something, put strength into his whole body as if he had made up his mind and grabbed the sword that had pierced his chest.

"I made the wrong bet."

"It was a wise decision. Even I would have bet my life on the esoteric sect master I had always seen, not a brat."

"I guess so. But I won't die at your hands. Hmph!"

Steward Yang stopped his breathing and then put strength into his whole body. Then his white eyeballs turned red.

"Explosive Blood Qi Art?"

Whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol's figure retreated five zhang.

Immediately after, with a 'thump!' sound, Steward Yang's figure exploded and splattered red blood.

The Explosive Blood Qi Art was a martial art used to commit suicide, and it was a demonic art that killed even the people around it.

Although he had only heard of it, this was the first time he had actually seen it. A cruel scene, just like the rumors, unfolded before his eyes.

Jin Sa-wol shook his head with an indifferent expression and then jumped into the empty air and over the main hall.

Jin Sa-wol passed through a wide bush and then stopped in front of a cliff.

The bottom of the cliff was water.

A wide lake was spread out, harmonizing with the cliffs of the gorge that rose like a folding screen.

It was similar to the appearance of water contained in a large wine cup.

On the lake, cliffs were soaring, but the problem was the distance.

The cliff that was soaring at the very front seemed to be more than ten zhang away.

Jeok Sa-yeong was standing there.

He saw a broken rope at his feet. He had crossed alone and cut it.

Jeok Sa-yeong laughed out loud when his eyes met Jin Sa-wol's.

"If you're confident, come over. Hahaha!"

Although Jin Sa-wol had an indifferent expression, he felt as if he were looking at a street ruffian from Jeok Sa-yeong's actions and tone.

'That's about it.'

He was originally just a gatekeeper who patrolled and guarded the gate. He had worn clothes that did not suit him and had learned martial arts that did not suit him.

To him, the world was this place, and he would not have thought of leaving this place. He was that kind of person.

Jin Sa-wol looked at the distance to Jeok Sa-yeong.

If he jumped at Jeok Sa-yeong right now, he would have to be in the air. Since he had to cross a distance of ten zhang at once, the time he was in the air was naturally long.

And there was no place to dodge in the air.

Knowing that well, Jeok Sa-yeong was deliberately provoking him.

"Don't you have the courage to cross here?"

Jeok Sa-yeong was in a desperate situation on a cliff about three zhang wide.

Jeok Sa-yeong was the person who had run away first when the martial world had united and attacked the esoteric sect in the past.

After everyone had retreated, he had quickly returned and taken over the esoteric sect, and he had lived comfortably in here until now.

Although he had few subordinates, there was no problem in living.

The external enemies were blocked by the Musalgwan anyway. If so, he could train his martial arts inside and live like an emperor.

He had been confident in his martial arts until he met Jin Sa-wol. Since he had learned demonic arts for over ten years, he was confident that he had become strong.

He had also killed several of his subordinates who had trained in martial arts with him. After killing them under the pretext of a duel for real combat, his confidence had grown even more.

But the first opponent he had met was Jin Sa-wol. When he felt the pain of his wrist being cut, he was suddenly scared.

The sight of him rushing in without being scared even after seeing his Gang-hwan was reckless, and it made him feel an unknown sense of incongruity.

"Come on, attack."

Jeok Sa-yeong provoked Jin Sa-wol once more. But Jin Sa-wol did not move.

Jeok Sa-yeong raised his internal energy and moved back slowly. It was to run away to the next cliff.

If he could not handle the martial artists who had flocked now, he could just run away again.

The danger was bound to recede. It was enough to avoid the current danger.

Whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol's figure soared into the empty air. As he jumped a distance of ten zhang, Jeok Sa-yeong opened his eyes wide as if he were dumbfounded and raised his two palms.

"You crazy bastard!"

Papapat!

A dozen or so Gang-hwans drew a fast arc like arrows and flew towards Jin Sa-wol.

Thump!

In that instant, with a sparkling light, something sharp dug into Jeok Sa-yeong's chest.

Jeok Sa-yeong instinctively raised his right hand and blocked his chest.

Thwack!

"Keuk!"

Blood splattered.

Immediately after, with a 'thump!' sound, the Gang-hwans exploded around Jin Sa-wol.

Whoosh!

As Jin Sa-wol's figure landed on the ground, Jeok Sa-yeong bit his molars and held up the dagger, Night Flower, which had pierced his hand.

A sharp sword light came into his eyes. The dagger, which had easily pierced his protective qi, was stained with blood.

"It's a treasure."

He, who was trembling his shoulders while looking at the Night Flower, opened his eyes wide at the 'thump!' sound. In that instant, a dozen or so Jin Sa-wols soared from all directions. It was the Phantom Demonic Ghost Step.

"Hmph!"

Jeok Sa-yeong swallowed a gasp and extended his two palms to the left and right. The sparkling palm shadows swallowed the illusion of Jin Sa-wol that had appeared on the left and right.

Thump!

When a thunderous sound and the earth shook greatly, a low voice was heard from behind Jeok Sa-yeong.

"Bae Chun-sam. Why is the one who guarded the main gate of the esoteric sect in the past the esoteric sect master?"

Rustle!

The Yuseom Sword, which had pierced his back, came out of his abdomen. Jeok Sa-yeong trembled all over with his eyes wide open.

The surprise was even greater because the enemy knew his past.

He was out of his mind because he had heard his real name, rather than being stabbed in the back.

"Uh... buh-buh..."

Jin Sa-wol twisted his sword at the speechless Jeok Sa-yeong and spoke again.

"Keuk!"

"When the esoteric sect was attacked by the martial world in the past, all the Musalgwans were closed, and a bridge was laid. Who gave that order? No, the question is wrong. Who is the traitor who informed the martial world about the esoteric sect and drew in the martial artists?"

"How do you know about our Cult... Keok!"

As the Yuseom Sword rose slightly to his solar plexus, Jeok Sa-yeong instinctively raised his heels.

Drip! Drip!

Blood flowed continuously and soaked his lower body.

"If you tell me, I'll kill you without pain."

"On the day our Cult was annihilated... the only ones who were not there... were only two... the Rakshasa Ghost and the Blood Hand Flying Shadow..."

The Rakshasa Ghost was the leader of the Cult Leader's bodyguard unit, and the Blood Hand Flying Shadow was his wife. Both were disciples of the Cult Leader.

Jin Sa-wol nodded and then grabbed Jeok Sa-yeong's head with his hand and pressed down.

Thwack!

Jeok Sa-yeong, whose skull was crushed, collapsed helplessly on the spot.

"I'm disappointed. I thought you would entertain me a little more."

Jin Sa-wol wiped the blood on his sword and then looked at the wide lake and jumped up.

The Sea Peak Spirit Map was beyond the lake.

Whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol stepped on the surface of the lake and then jumped up again and climbed the cliff. He, who had shown a move of water-walking, flew to a small rocky island about thirty zhang away.

* * *

Thump! Thud!

A warrior of the Wind Blood Pavilion, who was standing on the roof, fell down helplessly. His chest was stained with blood.

Jo Geom-ok stood on the roof with her sword lowered.

Below the roof, a dozen or so warriors of the Wind Blood Pavilion were standing in a semicircle.

Five had come up to the roof and attacked Jo Geom-ok and Son Ae-hwa, but they had come down dead.

"Wait."

As a low voice echoed, they stood still without moving.

It meant that they would not attack if Jo Geom-ok and Son Ae-hwa did not come down.

"What should we do?"

"We have to wait too."

"Until when?"

"Until Jin Sa-wol comes."

At Jo Geom-ok's answer, Son Ae-hwa nodded without a word. They turned their gazes and watched the still ongoing fight.

Now, the Demonic Cult and the Black Dragon Faction were being pushed back. But thanks to the performance of the Blood Curtain Master, Mun-gang, and Ja Cho-je, they were on somewhat equal footing.

The change occurred a short while later. Warriors of the Martial Alliance, wearing white clothes, flocked from the entrance.

They cut through the middle of the martial artists who were fighting fiercely.

"Stop!"

At the tremendous roar, everyone stopped moving and retreated.

The Justice Hall of the Martial Alliance had appeared. The one who had shouted was a man in his prime who appeared to be in his late thirties, and he was Geum Sa-ryong of the Baekgeom Mun, the master of the Justice Hall.

Behind him, not only the warriors of the Martial Alliance, but also the martial artists of the orthodox sect gathered.

"Hahahaha! Why did you say to stop?"

Whoosh!

From another place, a middle-aged man wearing a black martial arts uniform jumped over the warriors of the Blood Curtain and the Wind Blood Pavilion and appeared.

Geum Sa-ryong's expression hardened when he saw him.

"Flying Eagle Divine Claw, No Seo-pung."

No Seo-pung smiled and unfolded his folding fan. He, who was the former master of the Wall Demonic Hall, had a relaxed expression.

Geum Sa-ryong glared at him with murderous eyes.

"You dirty Demonic Cult bastard."

"Is your blood clean?"

Thwack!

No Seo-pung, who had folded his folding fan, put his hands behind his back. Behind him, the warriors of the Wall Demonic Hall revealed themselves in large numbers.

The Blood Curtain Master and the deputy pavilion master of the Wind Blood Pavilion stood side by side behind him.

As Ja Cho-je also naturally stood behind No Seo-pung, No Seo-pung stroked his short beard.

"Weren't our Cult and the Martial Alliance incompatible?"

When No Seo-pung asked, Geum Sa-ryong drew his sword.

"Attack those guys!"

"Waaah!"

At Geum Sa-ryong's order, the warriors of the Martial Alliance rushed out. No Seo-pung, who saw that, raised both his hands with satisfaction.

"That's how you should come out!"

Whoosh!

He also flew his body at Geum Sa-ryong. The warriors of the Demonic Cult and the Black Dragon Faction also went on the attack again.

(End of Chapter)