Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 123 : Gentle on the Outside, Strong on the Inside

"Keuk!"

Chwa-chwa-chwa!

Jin Sa-wol, who had been pushed back, barely stopped in front of the single stage. The sleeve of his left arm was completely torn, and a red bruise replaced the clothes.

"So there was a place like this in the esoteric sect."

Thump! Thump!

Yuk Sam-yuk, who had entered with heavy footsteps, smiled when his eyes met Dokgo Shin-wi's.

"It's been a long time."

Yuk Sam-yuk did not even bow his head.

"What brings an elderly person to this distant esoteric sect?"

"I didn't know you would come."

"The Cult Leader's request, and I'm also interested in the esoteric sect."

Yuk Sam-yuk seemed to be at ease. He raised his left hand, looked at it, and asked.

"Are you still attached to martial arts even though you're old? Or..."

Yuk Sam-yuk, who was speaking, frowned and then turned his gaze to Jin Sa-wol. It was because his sleeve had been slightly cut.

It was clear that he had extended his sword while blocking his Cheong-ryong-jang. It was amazing that he had extended his sword in that shock. It was not something anyone could do.

"Hoho."

Yuk Sam-yuk laughed lightly without realizing it.

There was nothing in the world that would end lightly. Yuk Sam-yuk emitted a strong prayer and pressed Jin Sa-wol.

Kang Hang approached him and said.

"Be careful. He is a master of the fast sword. I was defeated without even being able to use my hands properly. The blind and mute dogs I had with me also died at his hands."

At Kang Hang's words, Yuk Sam-yuk grabbed his injured left shoulder and pressed down.

Crack!

"Kraaak!"

As his shoulder bone broke, Kang Hang let out a scream and collapsed. His face was full of cold sweat.

But Yuk Sam-yuk's hand did not let go of his shoulder. On the contrary, he grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up.

"Quiet."

"Kraaak!"

Kang Hang had to get up, sweating.

"You won't die just because you can't use one arm."

"Yes."

"I heard No Seo-pung died."

"I don't know. Keuk!"

Kang Hang gritted his teeth and answered. Yuk Sam-yuk looked at Kang Hang for a moment and then let go of his shoulder.

"Go outside."

Kang Hang, who had heard Yuk Sam-yuk's words, went outside without being able to say anything.

'You bastard, I'll kill you someday.'

Kang Hang held his shoulder and went out, and went down to the basin that was full of fog.

Kang Hang, who was looking around the place where the traces of the fight remained, had a hardened expression when a light suddenly rose from the lake.

"There's someone here."

Yeon-il, who had poked his head out of the water, wiped the water from his head and shook his head.

From behind him, Woo Jeong-bong raised his body.

"Someone?"

Woo Jeong-bong pushed back his wet hair and looked at Kang Hang, who was holding his shoulder.

"What kind of guy is he?"

"I don't know."

Yeon-il said, looking at Kang Hang from top to bottom.

"He doesn't look to be in good condition."

"He seems to be seriously injured. Should we treat him? Or should we beat him more?"

"If he's from the Demonic Cult, we should beat him more."

At Yeon-il's words, Kang Hang laughed as if it were absurd.

"Hahaha! Have you seen such crazy bastards? Yes! I'm from the Demonic Cult! I am Kang Hang of the Demonic Cult. Do you think I'll be defeated by brats like you, even if I'm injured? You crazy bastards! You ill-mannered bastards! I'll have to cut off your necks and show you how scary the martial world is."

"How can you show us how scary it is when you've cut off our necks? You seem like a madman."

"He's a crazy guy. He's not normal."

"You bastards... I can handle you with one hand. Come at me!"

Whoosh!

In that instant, Yeon-il's figure blurred like a ghost from that spot and then appeared in front of Kang Hang.

"Hmph! Geumgang Budongbo? It's Shaolin!"

The Budongbo, which moved while standing in place, was famous enough that most masters knew it as a ghost-like footwork.

As Yeon-il's palm flew to his chest, Kang Hang also extended his right palm.

Thump!

Although a red light flashed, Kang Hang was pushed back a zhang.

In the meantime, Woo Jeong-bong's sword came to cut his head. Kang Hang was greatly surprised and retreated. But Yeon-il's fist, which had approached at some point, dug into his side.

Thwack!

"Ugh!"

Kang Hang, who felt a strong shock, had to retreat a zhang. That was Kang Hang's mistake.

Immediately after, Yeon-il's fists moved crazily towards Kang Hang's entire body.

"I'll teach you what it's like to shit blood! Raise your head!"

Thwack-thwack-thwack!

Yeon-il's fists intensively hit his upper body. Kang Hang, who had bent his waist, gathered his internal energy and extended a palm to Yeon-il's head.

Flash! Thump!

As a red light flashed, Yeon-il flew back about five zhang. Yeon-il flapped and shook his hands at the hot heat.

"What? Why is it so hot?"

Yeon-il took another step back and stood diagonally, extending both his fists forward.

In his eyes, he saw Kang Hang fighting with Woo Jeong-bong. Although Woo Jeong-bong's sword energy was rampant in the empty air, Kang Hang was dodging well. Then, at some point, Kang Hang's palm shadow turned from red to yellow.

The sword energy and the yellow palm shadow collided.

Thump!

"Ugh!"

Woo Jeong-bong, as if he were surprised, retreated about five zhang and then raised his sword to protect his chest.

"What?"

"Damn it."

The Hwangwoljang, one of the five-colored blood palms, was a palm technique with strong destructive power, although it consumed a lot of internal energy. But now, because of his injury, he could not even unfold half of its power.

"Get out of the way! He's my prey!"

Whoosh!

Yeon-il flew in. Kang Hang looked at the approaching Yeon-il with a face wet with sweat.

"You son of a bitch! Are you two ganging up on me?"

"When did I say we should gang up on you?"

Shwaak!

Yeon-il's foot was falling like a thunderbolt from above Kang Hang's head.

Kang Hang had to retreat at that momentum.

Thump!

Rumble!

As the inside of the secret warehouse shook, Yuk Sam-yuk crossed his arms and frowned.

"The outside is noisy."

Yuk Sam-yuk was displeased with Kang Hang, who was disturbing his work.

"It seems it's going to collapse. It would be better to leave."

As Dokgo Shin-wi moved, Yuk Sam-yuk blocked the entrance and said.

"You have to give me the secret manual and go."

"I'll give it to you when we go outside. But I wonder if there's a secret manual you need..."

"I'll know when I see it."

"If I don't give you the secret manual?"

"You can die."

"I don't like that."

Dokgo Shin-wi answered and then looked at Dokgo Hyeon. Dokgo Hyeon was carrying the chest containing the secret manual on his back.

"I'll give it to you when we go outside."

"Since Senior Dokgo does not lie, I will believe those words."

Dokgo Shin-wi had been famous for his high integrity even in the Demonic Cult. He always kept his word.

Yuk Sam-yuk answered and then walked outside. As he went out, Dokgo Shin-wi and Dokgo Hyeon moved.

The last remaining Jin Sa-wol looked around the secret warehouse.

'If the martial arts manual of the Three Emperors is here, where would it be? Is there another secret warehouse? If there's a mechanism, where is it?'

Jin Sa-wol looked around, then shook his head and went outside and closed the door. He needed to look around this area a little more. But not now.

Thump!

Jin Sa-wol, who had closed the door of the secret warehouse, unfolded his lightness skill.

"Keuk!"

Kang Hang, who had rolled on the ground, vomited blood and got up, trembling all over.

"You cowardly bastards."

Kang Hang clenched his fists with a killing-intent-filled expression and glared at Yeon-il and Woo Jeong-bong, who were at a distance of five zhang.

Yeon-il retreated, touching his stomach.

"My heart feels a little uncomfortable since I keep hearing that I'm a coward."

"That's a bit true."

Woo Jeong-bong also shook his head and then said to Kang Hang.

"I'll deal with you from now on."

"You ganged up on me and now you're going to deal with me alone? You trash-like orthodox bastards."

Although Kang Hang's anger rose and his face turned red, no suitable way to deal with those two came to mind.

Now, he was in a state where it was not even easy to move, having been hit and kicked by those two.

"Ugh! Cough! Cough!"

Kang Hang, who had vomited blood with a cough, collapsed, breathing heavily.

"You seem to have had a hard time."

Kang Hang raised his head at the voice from behind.

"Lord Yuk."

Tears welled up in Kang Hang's eyes when he saw Yuk Sam-yuk.

Yuk Sam-yuk stepped in front of Kang Hang and looked around at Yeon-il and Woo Jeong-bong.

"It seems you're from the Demonic Cult."

"He just said Lord Yuk. Could it be the Four Great Guardian Demonic Gods?"

"It could be."

Yeon-il and Woo Jeong-bong whispered in low voices with hardened expressions.

Although Yuk Sam-yuk saw the two, he did not show much interest. On the contrary, he paid attention to Dokgo Shin-wi and Dokgo Hyeon, who had appeared on his right.

Jin Sa-wol came out behind them and stood behind Dokgo Shin-wi.

Woo Jeong-bong, who saw Jin Sa-wol, quickly raised his hand. But Jin Sa-wol raised his hand, covered his mouth, and shook his head.

It meant to please not pretend to know him. Woo Jeong-bong nodded slightly.

"The secret manual first."

Yuk Sam-yuk said, approaching Dokgo Shin-wi.

"Let's do that."

At Dokgo Shin-wi's words, Dokgo Hyeon lowered the luggage he was carrying on his back and untied it. In that instant, Yuk Sam-yuk's palm flew to Dokgo Shin-wi's chest.

Thump!

"Keuk!"

Dokgo Shin-wi, who had flown back, opened his eyes wide.

Dokgo Hyeon hurriedly tried to draw his sword. But Yuk Sam-yuk's hand pressed the tip of the sword and grabbed Dokgo Hyeon's hand, which was trying to draw the sword from its scabbard.

As Dokgo Hyeon's eyes widened, Yuk Sam-yuk's opposite hand pressed his chest. A blue light bloomed.

Flash! Thump!

"Kraak!"

Dokgo Hyeon, who had flown back three zhang with a scream, rolled on the ground. Yuk Sam-yuk, who saw that, smiled.

Since it was a sudden surprise attack, Dokgo Shin-wi had lost consciousness with a single palm strike.

Although Dokgo Hyeon tried to get up, coughing, he lost consciousness and collapsed.

Yuk Sam-yuk, who was looking at his right hand, nodded with satisfaction. The touch that had reached his flesh smelled of death.

"It's a matter of killing them all."

Why negotiate?

Yuk Sam-yuk had intended to kill everyone who had come here from the beginning. There was no reason to spare them.

"Hmph!"

Yuk Sam-yuk sneered and grabbed the chest containing the secret manual. In that instant, the tip of a sword was about to touch his neck.

The sword that had flown in without a sound had instantly stabbed Yuk Sam-yuk's neck.

It was Jin Sa-wol's Ghost God Short Life Sword. Since it was a silent stab, Yuk Sam-yuk had not known until the sword had come close.

It seemed Jin Sa-wol's sword would pierce Yuk Sam-yuk's neck at any moment.

It was then that Yuk Sam-yuk's neck turned blue. A blue dragon flew up from Yuk Sam-yuk's body.

Clang!

"Hmph!"

Papapat!

Jin Sa-wol, who had retreated, had a hardened expression when the blue dragon swirled and disappeared around Yuk Sam-yuk.

"That's right. You were also there."

Yuk Sam-yuk turned his body. The blue light on his neck disappeared.

"The Blue Dragon Man of the Yuk family is the best external art in the world. Nothing can pierce my skin. You could say it's an indestructible body."

A blue light swirled in Yuk Sam-yuk's left hand and then wrapped around it like the scales of a snake. It looked like a hand wearing armor.

Yuk Sam-yuk took a step towards Jin Sa-wol in that state.

"Your fast sword won't work on me."

"That's a very pride-hurting statement."

Whoosh!

Yeon-il blocked Jin Sa-wol's front with a loud voice.

Jin Sa-wol stared at the bald head with wide eyes and then turned his head and looked at Woo Jeong-bong. Woo Jeong-bong shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

Yeon-il clenched his fists and said.

"The best external art in the world is Shaolin. The Yuk family of the Demonic Cult is the best in the world? A passing dog would laugh."

(End of Chapter)