Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 120 : Cutting the Fog (1)

Whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol, who had jumped into the fog, landed on a cliff. It was the place where Jeok Sa-yeong's corpse was.

Since the thick fog and the night sky had completely hidden his figure, the enemies could not see him.

"Uwaaaak!"

The screams of the Demonic Cult members falling into the lake were heard.

Since the opponent was hiding in the fog, the Demonic Cult members could not move rashly.

Jin Sa-wol turned to the right on the cliff full of fog and attacked the rear.

Jin Sa-wol, who had cut the backs of the enemies closest to him with his sword, retreated, hearing the screams.

In that instant, No Seo-pung flew in.

"You damn bastard! You despicable bastard!"

As befitting his nickname, Flying Eagle Divine Claw, he moved his two hands with nimble movements in the empty air.

His hands crossed and parried the sword shadow created by Jin Sa-wol at a fast speed.

Clang!

The sound of a dozen or so collisions echoed through the night air.

No Seo-pung's expression hardened as he received a considerable shock.

"He's not a commoner."

A sense of pressure that could not be felt from ordinary assassins was transmitted.

No Seo-pung raised both his hands to protect his chest. Then Jin Sa-wol's eyes naturally turned to No Seo-pung's hands.

No Seo-pung was wearing a gauntlet with brown leather and full of silver scales. It was his weapon, the Flying Divine Claw.

It was a weapon specialized for stabbing and tearing, with long fangs-like nails.

But what caught Jin Sa-wol's eye was not his hands, but the other hands hanging from his waist.

The two flying claws wrapped in iron chains caught his eye.

"I won't kill you gently! I'll pull out all your intestines while you're alive and kill you."

No Seo-pung, who had shouted loudly, rushed towards Jin Sa-wol's chest at a fast speed.

Jin Sa-wol moved his sword and threatened him, and at the same time, he flew back.

Whoosh!

As he flew into the fog again, No Seo-pung extended his left hand as if he had been waiting.

Chwarreuk!

With the sound of an iron chain, a flying claw that had stretched out a zhang flew into the fog. But he only felt the empty air.

No Seo-pung, who had retrieved the flying claw, looked around the lake full of fog with a hardened expression.

"You're playing with us."

The enraged No Seo-pung clenched his fists and trembled his shoulders.

It was an absurd situation. Their number was much larger, and the opponent was just one assassin.

Looking at his movements, he was not a guy with high martial arts. He was just an assassin skilled in lightness skill, and he was angry that he could do nothing against him.

The Blood Curtain Master, Mun-gang, stroked his short beard and approached No Seo-pung from behind.

"Since the fog is thick and we can't see anything, how about we retreat for now?"

"Retreat? Are you saying we should just leave the guy who played with us like this? He's just one guy."

No Seo-pung gritted his teeth and was enraged. Mun-gang spoke to the killing-intent-emitting No Seo-pung again in a calm voice.

"As the pavilion master said, the guy is alone. But the current situation is that the guy is hunting us. The guy is deceiving us using the fog. So there's no need to respond."

"What do you mean?"

"First, we need to calm down and be cool-headed. And we should set up a guard here and let the remaining subordinates rest. If the guy appears again, we can signal with a whistle and then go out and fight."

"That makes sense."

No Seo-pung stroked his beard and suppressed his anger. There was no need to fall for the enemy's provocation in a situation where they had the absolute advantage.

No Seo-pung, who had looked back, saw his subordinates standing with tired faces. They all looked exhausted.

"There's no need for everyone to go out against one guy. If the guy lured us to the cliff and hid in the fog, we can just wait for him to come out of the fog. We can just take turns resting, but the guy won't be able to rest."

"He might rest."

"If so, that's even better. We can just sleep too."

As Mun-gang had said, taking a rest was also very important. They had to rest when they could. Since the enemy was one, there was no reason for everyone to go out.

"I was not cool-headed. The Wind Blood Pavilion will take the guard, and everyone else, retreat!"

At No Seo-pung's words, the Demonic Cult members all retreated. The remaining warriors of the Wind Blood Pavilion stood in a line, a zhang away from the cliff.

Everyone else retreated.

As No Seo-pung moved, the Demonic Cult members moved with him.

Hwang-jeong, the deputy pavilion master of the Wind Blood Pavilion, left ten men and retreated. He took out a dried meat and chewed it. Mun-gang stopped next to him.

"He's a rat-like bastard, so be careful."

"Don't worry."

Hwang-jeong answered with an expressionless face and then looked beyond the cliff. Behind him, the warriors of the Wind Blood Pavilion lined up.

As Mun-gang retreated, Hwang-jeong said to his subordinates.

"Just because the enemy is one, don't be lax in your guard. The guy is cunning and sly."

"Yes!"

* * *

The Demonic Cult members who had entered the wide main hall lay on the floor with tired faces.

"Haa... How many people have died here? Can we go back alive?"

"I don't know. I can't see what's ahead."

"I have no wish if I can just go back to my hometown."

"I want to leave this place right now, even tomorrow, but... the higher-ups probably have no intention of doing so, right?"

"I guess so. But I feel a little relieved since we killed the Martial Alliance guys."

"If we can just kill the orthodox bastards, what can't we do?"

"Be quiet. It will all be resolved when the main force arrives."

The main hall, which had been buzzing at the thick voice, became silent. Although they seemed to have many complaints, they were also looking for comfort.

Jin Sa-wol, who was lying on the wide roof of the main hall, was watching the movements of the Demonic Cult members and the Black Dragon Faction with his eyes.

He had returned immediately after entering the fog.

Although he had intended to attack the rear of the Demonic Cult members, he could not do so due to Mun-gang's quick response.

'He's as nimble as his body.'

Jin Sa-wol, who was looking at Mun-gang's plump face and belly, recalled that he was not an easy opponent.

Unlike his appearance, his personality was very cautious.

Jin Sa-wol glanced at No Seo-pung, who was approaching the main hall. No Seo-pung, as if he had not read his presence, spat on the ground and entered the main hall.

His room was in the center of the second floor, and it was under Jin Sa-wol's feet.

Clank!

As the sound of the door opening brushed past his ear, Jin Sa-wol's figure rustled and moved.

"Hoo..."

No Seo-pung, who had entered the room with a deep sigh, sat on the bed with a tired face.

"I've been moving too busily all day."

No Seo-pung had defeated the Justice Hall Master, Geum Sa-ryong, fought the Cheongseong Four Swords, and also mingled with the masters of the Diancang Sect.

Only after they had all retreated could he finally rest.

But he couldn't even sleep properly and had to get up again because of an assassin. He couldn't help but be annoyed.

The women of the orthodox sect came to No Seo-pung's mind.

"Should I have caught all those bitches?"

There were a dozen or so women in the group that had run away. When he was so annoyed and in a bad mood, wine and women were the best medicine.

"What a shame."

No Seo-pung, who had smacked his lips and lay on the bed, thought that he should find and kill the assassin first when the fog cleared tomorrow.

Just then, he felt a strange feeling.

Clank!

He turned his head at the sound of the window opening. It was the window right next to the bed. A sword flew in from there.

"Hmph!"

Papapat!

No Seo-pung quickly turned his body and got up from the bed, dodging the sword. In that instant, the direction of the sword changed and cut No Seo-pung's body.

Thwack!

"Keuk! What kind of bastard are you!"

Blood splattered from No Seo-pung's left arm, who had dodged. In the meantime, a sword energy swirled and filled the room.

No Seo-pung's eyes turned beyond the sword energy. The masked man was standing in front of the window.

"Damn it!"

No Seo-pung extended both his hands forward and jumped into the sword energy. A silver flash covered his body.

Thump!

The window exploded and the sword energy scattered. No Seo-pung, who had jumped into the empty air, stood on the roof of the main hall.

"Where are you! Show yourself at once!"

As No Seo-pung shouted, numerous warriors of the Demonic Cult rushed out of the main hall.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Numerous warriors came up to the roof. No Seo-pung could not find the masked man because of them.

He had surely unfolded the Flying Eagle Claw at the masked man. The masked man had faced his Flying Eagle Claw and then jumped out of the window. But he was not seen immediately after.

"He's a guy who appears and disappears like a ghost. Is he not an ordinary assassin?"

In that instant, a sword popped out from his left instep.

"Kraak!"

No Seo-pung, who had jumped up with a scream, landed next to his subordinates. Cold sweat flowed down his back.

"He's inside! He's inside!"

No Seo-pung shouted urgently. The subordinates who were on the first floor rushed up to the second floor.

Just then, a sword energy flew in from behind No Seo-pung.

Thwack!

"Kraak!"

The sword energy that had suddenly appeared from behind cut down five Demonic Cult members and passed.

"Hmph!"

No Seo-pung, who had quickly turned his body, opened his eyes wide when he saw the masked man who had appeared in front of him. He grabbed the flying claw with his right hand and jumped up. But he faltered because of the injury on his left foot.

Thwack!

A small hole was pierced in his side.

The masked man seemed to be stabbing the empty air, extending his sword straight forward.

"Huh?"

Just as his foot left the roof and he was going up, several holes were pierced in his chest.

Thwack!

The small holes ate away at No Seo-pung's spirit.

"Hmph!"

He, who had opened his eyes wide, looked down at the masked man. Just then, the masked man had already turned his back and was killing his subordinates.

"A master..."

Thump!

No Seo-pung's figure fell helplessly under the main hall.

Jin Sa-wol turned his body quickly after stabbing No Seo-pung with the One-Sword Annihilation Ghost and faced the Demonic Cult members.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

It was not difficult to pass them lightly and stab their necks and foreheads with his sword.

It was a job he had always done, and there was no one yet who could receive or dodge his fast sword.

"Hmph!"

Ja Cho-je flew in with a shout. Jin Sa-wol, who saw him, flew to the place where No Seo-pung had fallen and threw off his sword energy.

Shwaak!

A sharp sword energy bent and flew at Ja Cho-je.

Ja Cho-je dodged the sword energy and then stopped on the roof.

Whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol, who had landed from the roof, was standing next to the dead No Seo-pung.

"Surround him!"

As Ja Cho-je shouted, the Black Dragon Faction and the Demonic Cult members rushed in. But Jin Sa-wol dodged them and moved quickly to the left.

"Chase him! You son of a bitch! You rat-like bastard! Are you running away! Stop!"

Ja Cho-je shouted and ran, seeing Jin Sa-wol's movements. Jin Sa-wol headed for the lake to escape the encirclement.

Just then, the warriors of the Wind Blood Pavilion rushed in as if they had been waiting. And the warriors of the Wind Blood Pavilion also surrounded Jin Sa-wol and approached.

"Stop! You bastard! Are you running away cowardly!"

Ja Cho-je shouted and followed behind Jin Sa-wol.

In that instant, Jin Sa-wol's figure passed Ja Cho-je's side faster than the speed at which he was running forward.

"What?"

Ja Cho-je opened his eyes wide at something that had brushed past him faintly.

Jin Sa-wol grabbed Ja Cho-je's shoulder and said.

"Did it look like I was running away?"

(End of Chapter)