Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 49 : The Mountain Birds and Beasts Leave the Mountains and Rivers

Although it was past the hour of the rat, the red-light district of Nanchang City was reminiscent of a sleepless city.

The red lanterns of Honghwaru, which was famous even in the red-light district, emitted a bright light and caught the footsteps of the customers.

If you passed the innermost garden of Honghwaru and entered the master's room, which was full of bright lanterns, you would see Jo-rim lying with her head on the lap of a pretty courtesan.

Jo-rim was lying down, wearing only a nightgown, and drinking wine. When her wine cup was empty, the courtesan would pour her wine, and she even fanned her with a folding fan, so it was paradise.

"If I drink a cup of wine today, I have to train in martial arts for half an hour tomorrow. If I drink two cups of wine, I have to do it for an hour, so my martial arts training increases with a cup of wine."

"Aren't you drinking on purpose to train in martial arts?"

"Hohoho! That might be so. I need an excuse to train harder."

Rustle!

Jo-rim, who was laughing lightly at the courtesan's answer, looked at the courtesan who was prostrating herself with the sound of wind.

The courtesan in a red skirt, who had entered the room without a sound, said with her head bowed.

"There is no trace of Ha Mae-sang. It seems he has fled."

"Since he has many things to hide, he must have fled. Find him, find him and bring him."

"Yes."

As the prostrating courtesan disappeared with an answer, Jo-rim drank her wine and said.

"If there is no news by tomorrow, Il-hu, you go out."

"Understood."

At the courtesan's answer, Jo-rim nodded and sat up. Jo-rim, who was looking around the dark garden outside the window, spoke again.

"I wonder if the Red Spider Sect guys will do well? It would be good if they all died, but..."

A smile hung on her lips.

* * *

He laid the man who had lost consciousness near the stream and woke him up. The man's eyes shot open, and he jumped up.

Seeing Jin Sa-wol sitting in front of him, he quickly lowered his posture and moved his hand to find his weapon.

But when nothing was caught, he showed a flustered expression.

The man, who recalled the memory before he had lost consciousness, trembled his shoulders.

Jin Sa-wol asked, washing the blood on his sword in the stream.

"Who sent you?"

"You're bullshitting! You bastard!"

Papapat!

The man turned his back on Jin Sa-wol and ran away.

Jin Sa-wol kicked a stone at his feet. A stone the size of an adult's fist flew through the air and hit the back of the head of the fleeing man.

Thwack!

"Kraak!"

As the man fell with a scream, Jin Sa-wol, with an indifferent face, held his sword and approached the man.

The man was dead with his eyes rolled back.

He thought that there were all sorts of strange people in the world.

The assassins of the Red Spider Sect could not be called elite. If they were separated one by one, they were about second-rate.

But when those second-rate people gathered, they were frightening.

Naturally, when they moved in a group, they gained strength, and they could also overcome fear.

So he had saved only one of them, but it was absurd that he cursed and ran away first.

"Pfft!"

Jin Sa-wol let out a chuckle and then headed for where Woo Jeong-bong was.

* * *

Two people were sitting on a wide field where a stream passed between mountains.

It was Jin Sa-wol and Woo Jeong-bong.

Woo Jeong-bong had come out to the field without realizing it while fighting. But around dawn, Jin Sa-wol had appeared.

Around them, a dozen or so corpses were scattered, and they were all people that Woo Jeong-bong had killed.

"There are so many. Don't tell me this isn't the end?"

Woo Jeong-bong lay on the grass and closed his eyes. Although he had asked Jin Sa-wol, it was not a question that expected an answer.

He tried to sleep while he was lying down. He wanted to rest for even a very short time.

Only when Jin Sa-wol appeared could he finally sit down. If he hadn't been there, he would still be standing and guarding the surroundings.

"I'll just sleep for a bit."

Woo Jeong-bong, who had fought with the assassins in a tense state all night, fell asleep, letting out a loud breath as if he had fallen into a dream.

Jin Sa-wol twisted the corner of his mouth slightly and turned his head.

Woo Jeong-bong was in a deep sleep, even drooling.

Jin Sa-wol turned his head again and quietly watched the eastern mountain ridge. Then he turned his gaze and looked beyond the stream.

About twenty people were approaching the stream.

About thirty people were also appearing from the mountain ridge and coming down.

Jin Sa-wol thought about waking Woo Jeong-bong but just left him alone.

Splash! Splash!

The sound of water was heard. The opponent's figure was clearly confirmed with the naked eye.

Jin Sa-wol kicked the sleeping Woo Jeong-bong with his foot.

"Get up. It's not over."

At Jin Sa-wol's words, Woo Jeong-bong wiped his drool and stood up.

"There's more? Still, I feel a little less tired after getting some sweet sleep."

He had been out of his mind, but after sleeping for a while and waking up, it seemed his stamina was returning to some extent.

"They're coming."

At Jin Sa-wol's words, Woo Jeong-bong rubbed his eyes and held his sword.

Swish! Swish!

The two stood with their backs to each other, with a distance of about one zhang.

Although there was a gap of one zhang between them, there was no master among the enemies who could break through that gap.

Rumble-rumble-rumble! Papapat!

The enemies rolled on the ground and ran slowly, and then, at some point, they ran at a very fast speed.

"Uwaaaap!"

With a shout, the ten or so at the very front flew towards the two.

Three people were standing on the mountain ridge overlooking the field.

They were the disciples of the Blood Curtain Master, with hwandos on their backs.

Among them, a man in his prime with a good build observed Jin Sa-wol and said.

"That's an amazing sword draw."

Jang-ya, the third disciple of the Blood Curtain Master, immediately recognized that Jin Sa-wol's thrust was not ordinary.

"It's certainly amazing. I can't even see it properly."

As the fifth disciple, Yuk-hyang, spoke, the seventh disciple, Min-dong, nodded.

"Although it's just a thrust, even when his posture changes, the speed is constant and unchanging."

As Min-dong said, even when Jin Sa-wol bent his waist or turned his body left and right, there was no change in the speed of his thrusting sword.

To thrust a sword, there was a motion of pulling it back, but even that motion could not be seen properly.

It seemed that even if there was only a very small space, Jin Sa-wol's sword could quickly pierce through.

"Hyun Jin of the Wudang Sect is also amazing. It's been a really long time since I've seen a master with sword energy."

Yuk-hyang's eyes turned to Hyun Jin. She smiled, taking in Hyun Jin's splendid sword energy with her eyes.

Jang-ya said.

"Our opponent is not the Wudang Sect, but that thrust."

At Jang-ya's words, Yuk-hyang and Min-dong observed Jin Sa-wol in more detail. Min-dong asked.

"But why is the Red Spider Sect attacking them? I know that our request has failed."

"If not that, isn't it a matter of loyalty to our sect or revenge for the comrades who died before?"

At Yuk-hyang's words, Jang-ya sneered and answered.

"Do you think those bastards have loyalty? Those bastards are guys who would kill their own blood brothers if it meant money. It's foolish to expect loyalty or revenge from such guys."

At Jang-ya's words, Yuk-hyang and Min-dong were silent. They just looked at the assassins of the Red Spider Sect with eyes as if they were looking at trash.

Whoosh! Thwack! Thwack!

Jin Sa-wol pierced the neck of the opponent standing in front of him, then twisted and pulled. Although blood splattered, Jin Sa-wol's expression showed no change.

Stabbing and killing a person was not a difficult task for Jin Sa-wol.

Stab, twist, and pull.

He just had to repeat that.

Whoosh! Thwack! Thwack!

Jin Sa-wol pierced the Tiantu acupoint of another opponent, then twisted and pulled. It was a very simple task.

When an opponent taller than him approached, he chose the shortest line among the Tiantu, Xuanji, and Huagai acupoints and stabbed. They were all vital points between the collarbone and the solar plexus.

If the opponent was of a similar height, he stabbed the neck. It was a point called Lianquan, and you can think of it as the Adam's apple.

Whoosh! Thwack! Thwack!

After stabbing the neck of a man of a similar height, he twisted and pulled, and then he stabbed his sword at an opponent who was shorter than him.

Thwack!

If the opponent was short, he stabbed around the glabella.

Since the bone there was hard, he couldn't twist it. After stabbing, he immediately pulled out the sword and kicked the opponent's solar plexus.

Thwack!

A man of short stature with a saber fell to the side.

When he stabbed the glabella, it took time to turn the sword. Although that time was not long, it was an unnecessary movement in a situation where life and death came and went in a fleeting moment.

"Ugh!"

A man struck down at Jin Sa-wol's head with a shout.

Jin Sa-wol bent his body to the right and stabbed the opponent's neck.

"Keok!"

At the same time as the groan was heard, Jin Sa-wol, who had pulled out his sword, realized that there was no one standing around him.

When he turned his head, he saw Woo Jeong-bong, who was still fighting.

Woo Jeong-bong's sword drew a circle and cut the chests and waists of the enemies.

"Kraak!"

"Ugh!"

Leaving behind the men who were staggering and retreating, healthy men rushed in.

Jin Sa-wol frowned when he saw five men who were injured and had collapsed or retreated.

As Jin Sa-wol turned his body and approached Woo Jeong-bong's side, the remaining men were startled and retreated.

Peeeeek!

As one of the men whistled, the men who were attacking Woo Jeong-bong all retreated at once.

They headed for the mountain in a hurry with the injured.

Their number was only about fifteen. The rest had become corpses and were lying on the field.

Woo Jeong-bong, who had collapsed, lowered his head, letting out a rough breath.

"Haa! Haa! I'm so tired I could die."

Woo Jeong-bong's clothes, which were cut here and there, fluttered in a gust of wind.

Seeing the bloodstains around the torn clothes, it seemed he had suffered a light injury.

Jin Sa-wol also had similar wounds on his arms and legs. He wiped the flowing sweat with his sleeve and caught his breath for a moment.

"Hoo..."

"Heok! Heok! Hoo."

Woo Jeong-bong wiped the pouring sweat and lay down on the ground. Since he had unfolded his sword energy, his internal energy was almost at the bottom.

No matter how insignificant the bastards were, he couldn't help but be tired since they were rushing in in a group without resting.

"I should sleep."

At Woo Jeong-bong's words, Jin Sa-wol shook his head.

"Not yet."

"What? It's not over yet!"

Jump!

Woo Jeong-bong stood up with a face full of annoyance. In his eyes, he saw three people approaching from a distance.

Judging from the atmosphere, they seemed to be masters with stronger martial arts than the assassins of the Red Spider Sect.

"Ha, damn it! You persistent bastards."

Woo Jeong-bong wiped the sweat from his hands and then gripped his sword again. If he was unlucky, he could lose his sword because of the sweat.

Woo Jeong-bong shouted, glaring at Jin Sa-wol with a face full of annoyance.

"Why do you have so many guys who hold a grudge against you? Is it an enemy again?"

"This time it's you. The guys we fought all night... they weren't aiming for me, but for you."

"What?"

At Jin Sa-wol's words, Woo Jeong-bong's eyes widened.

Woo Jeong-bong looked around at the dead assassins of the Red Spider Sect with a hardened expression.

"I was just caught in the middle."

"What kind of bullshit is that?"

"Think carefully."

At Jin Sa-wol's words, Woo Jeong-bong was lost in a short thought.

The events from the inn until now quickly brushed past his mind.

But he couldn't feel anything special.

If there was anything special, it was just the fight between the one who wanted to kill and the one who fought because he didn't want to die.

Papapat!

In the meantime, the three from the Blood Curtain had narrowed the distance even further.

Jang-ya said to Min-dong.

"The youngest will take on Wudang. Keep your distance."

"Yes."

Whoosh!

Min-dong drew his hwandao from his back, held it in both hands, and jumped towards Woo Jeong-bong.

Jang-ya and Yuk-hyang kept their distance and then attacked Jin Sa-wol's left and right at the same time.

Jin Sa-wol frowned as Jang-ya and Yuk-hyang approached him and said.

"These guys are aiming for me."

"See! It's you!"

Woo Jeong-bong shouted and rushed at Min-dong.

(End of Chapter)