Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 53 : The Mountains and Rivers Are Dead (3)

"Hahahaha! How absurd."

Mi-chung, who was laughing loudly, showed killing intent and released the Insect Armor Ghost.

The Insect Armor Ghost wriggled and landed on the ground. The stretched-out Insect Armor Ghost was one zhang long.

Whoosh!

The Insect Armor Ghost, which was sitting on the ground, flew up and extended towards Jin Sa-wol, who was about one zhang away.

Since the length was one zhang, Jin Sa-wol thought that Mi-chung had thrown the Insect Armor Ghost. But an ink-stone whip shot out from Mi-chung's right hand and bit the tail of the Insect Armor Ghost.

Papapat!

A whip that had stretched to a length of two zhang instantly descended upon Jin Sa-wol.

The dozens of legs on both sides of the centipede were sharp blades and cut everything they brushed past.

The legs of the chasing Insect Armor Ghost cut down the trees instead of Jin Sa-wol, who had retreated.

Jin Sa-wol, who had jumped out from between the falling trees, turned to Mi-chung's right.

"You dodge well like a mosquito! How long can you dodge?"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Mi-chung, who was swinging the two-zhang-long whip that combined the Insect Armor Ghost and the ink-stone whip, was annoyed that Jin Sa-wol was dodging without being caught, even though it seemed he would be.

He felt the same as when he had stayed up all night trying to catch a single mosquito that had infiltrated his room.

"You annoying bastard!"

Mi-chung swung the whip even more violently and tried to catch Jin Sa-wol.

Crash! Crash-crash!

The whip, which had hit the ground and trees, devastated the surroundings as if it were loaded with a strong force.

Jin Sa-wol, unlike Mi-chung, did not feel the emotion of annoyance at all. He moved in a half-circle to the left and right, with Mi-chung at the center.

He was looking for a gap and waiting for an opportunity. Since he had used all his daggers, he had to approach Mi-chung somehow.

Shwaak! Shwik! Thwack!

As the rotating whip struck a broken tree, a slight gap was created. Using that gap, Jin Sa-wol dug into Mi-chung's chest.

Seeing Jin Sa-wol approaching, bending his waist low from the front, Mi-chung smiled and raised his right hand.

"You foolish bastard."

Clank!

With a metallic sound, the ink-stone whip released the Insect Armor Ghost. At a distance of one zhang, the ink-stone whip was much easier to use, and Mi-chung had also been waiting for Jin Sa-wol to approach.

The moment the Insect Armor Ghost and the ink-stone whip separated, a sharp, awl-like wind flew into that small gap.

Thwack-thwack! Thwack!

"No?"

Papapat!

Mi-chung, who had retreated five zhang, looked at the small holes that had been pierced in his chest.

He was definitely at a distance of one zhang from Jin Sa-wol. His expression hardened as the sword wind that had flown from that distance pierced his chest.

Snakes fell from Mi-chung's chest.

They were the snakes that had been stabbed by Jin Sa-wol's sword.

Jin Sa-wol had unfolded the Ghostly Soul Sword Art's Ghostly God Short-Lived Sword and had stabbed Mi-chung's Tiantu acupoint seven times.

Since it was a soundless sword, by the time the opponent had noticed, he had already been stabbed.

But Mi-chung had not died, and the snakes that had been protecting his chest had been stabbed by the sword instead and had died.

Swish!

Mi-chung, who had retrieved the Insect Armor Ghost, looked at the dead snakes and then, as if he were angry, trembled his shoulders and said to Jin Sa-wol.

"To kill my precious babies so cruelly, I'll tear you to pieces...?"

Just then, the tip of a sword appeared in front of Mi-chung's eyes. At some point, it had come in with a hook and was right in front of his left eye.

The figure of Jin Sa-wol, who was holding the sword, looked blurry. It was the One-Sword Annihilation Ghost of extreme speed.

The enemy kills.

It was a story he had heard countless times since he was young. There was no need to talk to the enemy.

There was also no reason to show emotion. If a gap was seen, he had to kill.

Mi-chung closed his left eye.

The time it took for his eyelid to cover his eye was a little faster than the time it took for Jin Sa-wol's sword to pierce his eye.

Thwack!

Although the sword had stabbed the eyelid, it could not completely pierce the flesh.

Mi-chung's face seemed to have grown twice as large, and his body also began to swell. Even Jin Sa-wol, who was never surprised, opened his eyes wide at this time.

Whoosh!

Mi-chung's left hand flew towards Jin Sa-wol's face. The size of that hand had also grown three times.

Crash!

With an explosive sound, Jin Sa-wol's figure rotated like a whirlwind, flew five zhang, and landed on the ground.

Jin Sa-wol, who had rotated several times even after landing his feet on the ground, looked at Mi-chung with his sword lowered.

Mi-chung's body, unlike its usual appearance, was spread out sideways, nearly three times as large.

His face was also swollen nearly twice as large, and a drop of blood was flowing from his left eye.

Drip!

A drop of blood flowed from between Jin Sa-wol's lips.

Jin Sa-wol, who had spit out the blood that had collected in his mouth, slowly moved his right arm. Fortunately, there seemed to be no problem in moving.

Although red marks had appeared on his shoulder and right cheek, there was almost no pain. It was just a slightly itchy feeling.

Jin Sa-wol, who was observing his own body condition and looking at Mi-chung, frowned as he collapsed, unable to withstand the weight of his body.

That appearance was similar to that of a sitting frog.

In that state, as Mi-chung ground his teeth and let out a breath, a strong wind spread in all directions.

"How dare a mere hunter make me show such a disgraceful appearance. I will not kill you gently."

"...Toad Demonic Art."

"You know?"

"I've only heard rumors, but this is the first time I've seen it in person."

Mi-chung let out a chuckle at Jin Sa-wol's words. Even if he knew, it was not a demonic art that a hunter of Jin Sa-wol's level could deal with.

Thwack!

Mi-chung, who had kicked the ground and jumped up, flew towards Jin Sa-wol at a tremendous speed. The appearance of him with his shoulders forward was a body slam.

It was the Demonic Heaven Fall of the Toad Demonic Art.

Jin Sa-wol, as he raised his sword forward, discovered a faint tremor. That tremor gave a slight hesitation in moving the sword.

As the injury on his right shoulder held his arm, he raised the True Blood Demonic Art, put internal energy into his sword, and extended it forward.

Woong! Woong!

A silver, haze-like energy arose from Jin Sa-wol's sword and wrapped around the sword.

He had heard that if one learned the Toad Demonic Art, one would have a body of diamond-like invulnerability, but one's appearance would change hideously.

Even if the skin turned as hard as a rock, there was no reason why it couldn't be pierced.

'Ghostly God Short-Lived Sword.'

Pfft!

Jin Sa-wol's figure turned into a sharp dagger and, in an instant, flew towards Mi-chung with his sword.

'Sword-Body Unity.'

Although Mi-chung knew that the figure of the flying Jin Sa-wol was becoming one with the sword, he was not surprised. Anyway, the skin of the Toad Demonic Art could not be pierced.

The sword of Jin Sa-wol, which had brushed past the shoulder of the swiftly flying Mi-chung, stabbed his solar plexus.

Clang!

It was a sword that should have been embedded deeper. But the sword, as if it had hit a rock, shook greatly and then, with a crack, broke in half.

With the broken sword, Mi-chung's shoulder struck Jin Sa-wol's chest. At that moment, Jin Sa-wol raised his left arm and protected his chest.

Crash! Crash-crash-crash!

With a roar that shook the earth, Jin Sa-wol's figure flew like a kite with a broken string and was buried in the bushes.

Seeing that, Mi-chung laughed loudly.

"Hahaha! I'll turn you into a bloody mess and throw you as food for the insect ghosts! Ribbit!"

Boing!

Mi-chung kicked the ground loudly, jumped up, and headed for where Jin Sa-wol had disappeared.

He felt his mind becoming hazy. Was this the feeling of becoming confused before death? A slight dizziness?

Jin Sa-wol, who was lying in the collapsed bushes, blankly looked at the sky.

His left arm did not move. His arm was bent as if it were broken, and it seemed his ribs were also cracked.

Swish!

As he raised his right hand, he saw that he was holding a broken sword.

'It moves.'

Jin Sa-wol slowly stood up. Just then, a large stone fell from the sky.

Thump!

Mi-chung, who had landed on the ground, opened his eyes wide as if he were genuinely surprised when he saw the rising Jin Sa-wol.

In his life so far, not a single person who had been hit by the Demonic Heaven Fall of his Toad Demonic Art had been able to stand properly.

They had all writhed in pain with a single scream. Mi-chung, who had been expecting that, had a face full of disappointment.

He, who was sitting in a prostrate position on the ground, said as if it were absurd.

"All the bones in your body should be broken. You don't even have a groan. Do you have no pain?"

Although Jin Sa-wol had some pain, it was not to the extent that he would say it hurt a lot.

Jin Sa-wol, who had raised his sword to shoulder height, observed Mi-chung's appearance and said.

"You're a monster."

"If it's to become strong, it doesn't matter if my appearance changes...!"

Thwack!

The sword of Jin Sa-wol, who had unfolded the One-Sword Annihilation Ghost, pierced into the mouth of Mi-chung, who had his mouth open.

Mi-chung closed his mouth and bit the sword blade with his teeth.

Mi-chung's two eyes were torn narrowly, and he glared at Jin Sa-wol, who was holding the sword.

"I won't be had twice."

It was Mi-chung, who was speaking even while biting the sword. At that moment, a Black Centipede suddenly! shot out, piercing Mi-chung's lips.

Jin Sa-wol's eyes widened.

At the same time, Mi-chung's two hands tried to strike Jin Sa-wol's torso like a clap.

Jin Sa-wol, who had instinctively sensed that movement, broke the sword that was caught in Mi-chung's mouth and then stabbed Mi-chung's left eye.

Thwack!

As he stabbed the sword, Mi-chung's left palm struck Jin Sa-wol's side.

Thwack!

"Ack!"

Mi-chung, who had retreated with a scream, grabbed the sword that was embedded in his eye and looked for Jin Sa-wol.

"Where are you! You bug-like bastard. How dare you!"

Jin Sa-wol rolled on the ground and then stood up. Mi-chung immediately rushed at Jin Sa-wol.

Shwaak!

He extended his twin palms forward and tried to strike Jin Sa-wol's chest.

Jin Sa-wol, without caring about the flying twin palms of Mi-chung, extended his hand and tried to grab the hilt of the sword that was embedded in Mi-chung's left eye.

Mi-chung also, knowing that movement, quickly turned the direction of his hand and grabbed Jin Sa-wol's right arm and waist.

"I'll break your back."

A smile hung on the lips of Mi-chung, who had grabbed his arm and waist and blocked Jin Sa-wol's movement.

A smile also hung on Jin Sa-wol's face. Immediately after, the forehead of Jin Sa-wol, who had lowered his head, hit the hilt of the sword.

Thwack!

"Kraaaak!"

Mi-chung, who had thrown Jin Sa-wol with a scream, retreated and grabbed his left eye with his hand. But the hilt of the sword had already gone inside and could not be seen.

Jin Sa-wol, who had stood up again, approached the pained Mi-chung and grabbed his belt.

"Farewell."

Clank! Thwack!

A sharp silver flash pierced Mi-chung's right eye.

"Kraak!"

Mi-chung, who had let out a scream once again, staggered and fell to the ground. His swollen body was slowly returning to its original state.

Although the Toad Demonic Art could make even the eyelids hard, it was not the eyes. The eyes, mouth, anus, and Huiyin acupoint were the weak points.

Jin Sa-wol, who stood in front of him, aimed the trembling flexible sword at his neck. A hoarse voice flowed from Mi-chung's mouth.

"Who is the monster... and who is the person... You monster bastard. If only I had my insect ghosts..."

Although he felt that Mi-chung's breath had stopped, Jin Sa-wol stabbed his sword into his neck.

The sword smoothly pierced through the neck. As he pulled out the sword, small Black Centipedes wriggled and shot out from the hole in his throat.

Mi-chung had been raising Black Centipedes in his body.

"Is it not a monster, but a freak?"

Jin Sa-wol muttered and then cut and killed the Black Centipedes that had shot out with his sword.

Clap-clap-clap!

Jin Sa-wol, who turned his head at the sound of applause, saw Mun-gang, who was stroking his goat beard, and stepped aside.

"That bastard raises hundreds of parasites in his stomach. How disgusting. Ugh..."

Mun-gang shook his head and trembled his shoulders once. Then he showed a relaxed smile and asked.

"Can you fight me with that body?"

(End of Chapter)