Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 88 : Consideration

Chwarreuk, papapat!

Yeon Jeok-sim swung his folding fan, attacked Jo Han-yu, and then flew back.

In Jo Han-yu's eyes, Yeon Jeok-sim's movements looked like a struggling fish.

The fox mask fell from Yeon Jeok-sim's face as he flapped and flew away.

As the mask was removed, a small, rat-like face in his mid-fifties was revealed.

Yeon Jeok-sim was startled and covered his face with his folding fan.

Only after he had climbed a tree did he lower his folding fan. The rat-like face had already changed into the face of a handsome middle-aged man.

"You bastard, Jo Han-yu... How did you learn the Absorption Demonic Art, which was lost in our sect?"

Although Yeon Jeok-sim asked, Jo Han-yu flew into the air without answering. His movements were so fast that Yeon Jeok-sim fled with his eyes wide open.

He had already lost most of his internal energy, so he could not fight Jo Han-yu.

On the other hand, Jo Han-yu's complexion was bright because he had drawn a huge amount of internal energy.

"Where are you running!"

Thwack!

Jo Han-yu jumped from a tree. Just then, the remaining Demonic Cult members of the Wall Demonic Hall attacked Jo Han-yu.

"Get out of the way!"

Jo Han-yu cut down the Demonic Cult members who were rushing at him with his sword and then jumped onto the boat where Yeon Jeok-sim had disappeared.

The Demonic Cult members who were helping Yeon Jeok-sim escape on the deck blocked Jo Han-yu.

Jo Han-yu swung his sword again and cut them down.

In the meantime, the small boat that Yeon Jeok-sim had boarded fled far away. It was thanks to the two men in black who were waiting in advance and rowing like crazy.

Jo Han-yu picked up the two swords that had fallen on the deck and threw them at Yeon Jeok-sim.

Whoosh!

Yeon Jeok-sim, who saw the swords flying through the air, was startled and parried them with his folding fan.

Clang! Thwack!

"Kraak!"

Although he had parried one, the remaining one pierced a subordinate's body and then was embedded in Yeon Jeok-sim's right shoulder.

"Jo Han-yu..."

Yeon Jeok-sim pulled out the sword embedded in his shoulder and held it.

Yeon Jeok-sim, whose eyes met Jo Han-yu's, who was standing on the deck, could not hide his anger.

But he could not say anything.

Jo Han-yu stroked his beard, looking down at Yeon Jeok-sim.

"Hmph!"

In that instant, two Demonic Cult members attacked from behind.

Jo Han-yu quickly extended both his hands, grabbed the heads of the two, and performed the Absorption Demonic Art.

Whoosh!

Jo Han-yu, who had absorbed the internal energy of the two Demonic Cult members in an instant, threw the Demonic Cult members, who had turned into mummies, onto the deck.

Thump!

The two Demonic Cult members, whose all internal energy had disappeared, trembled a few times and then went limp.

Whoosh!

Jo Han-yu jumped into the air and flew to the collapsed pavilion.

* * *

Thwack!

Jin Sa-wol stabbed the opponent's neck, then twisted the sword and cut. The man in black, whose neck was half-cut, fell to the side without strength.

Thump!

Jin Sa-wol stepped over the fallen man in black and advanced forward.

Jin Sa-wol, who had walked quickly to the center of the corridor, looked at the last person.

The remaining corpses behind Jin Sa-wol were all members of the Yaksha Hall belonging to the Wall Demonic Hall, and the remaining person was Jang Il-geom, the Yaksha Hall Master.

Jang Il-geom held his sword at shoulder height. The length of the long sword was so long that if he extended it to the side, it would reach the wall.

Although it was usually an advantage, now it restricted his movements when he unfolded his sword art.

But right now, the strength of the enemy was more on his mind than the restriction of his actions.

In a short while, twelve people had died.

The narrow corridor created a one-on-one situation, and no one could kill the opponent.

"Who are you?"

Although Jang Il-geom asked, Jin Sa-wol did not open his mouth. There was no reason to speak.

Anyway, he had to kill Jang Il-geom, who was blocking his front, to get out of here.

Shwish!

The moment he took a step forward, the sharp tip of a sword appeared in front of Jang Il-geom's eyes.

Seeing the sword flying, aiming for his neck and forehead at the same time, Jang Il-geom quickly ducked his head to avoid it and then extended his fist to Jin Sa-wol's abdomen.

Whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol, with a quick movement, lowered his sword, drew a semicircle, and tried to cut Jang Il-geom's neck.

Jang Il-geom parried Jin Sa-wol's attack, drawing a semicircle, and then, taking advantage of a slight gap, extended his left palm towards Jin Sa-wol's chest.

Thwack! Papapat!

Jin Sa-wol, who had retreated, frowned, touched his chest, and lowered his sword.

Immediately after, Jin Sa-wol extended his sword forward.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Sword wind and sword shadows aimed at Jang Il-geom.

Jang Il-geom flipped his body, stuck to the ceiling, and then, aiming for a gap, extended his foot.

As Jang Il-geom's instep was about to strike his shoulder, Jin Sa-wol raised his sword and cut the ceiling.

Clang-clang-clang!

As the sword blade cut the ceiling, sparks flew.

But Jang Il-geom stuck to the wall on the left and struck Jin Sa-wol's dantian with his fist.

Jin Sa-wol raised his knee and blocked the fist.

Thwack! Papapat!

At the same time, the two retreated three steps each.

Jin Sa-wol, with a hardened expression, put down his sword on the floor and held a silver dagger in his hand.

It was the Night Flower he had taken from the safe.

"Wall-Breaking Fist?"

"You know it?"

"Roughly."

At Jin Sa-wol's answer, Jang Il-geom had a surprised expression.

The Wall-Breaking Fist was a fist art that only the warriors of the Wall Demonic Hall learned. Unless you were a member of the Demonic Cult, you would not encounter it.

"What an interesting guy."

Jang Il-geom, who raised both his hands to defend his face and chest and took an attacking stance, put strength in his legs and jumped at Jin Sa-wol's chest.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

His fists and palms, which cut through the air, aimed at Jin Sa-wol's neck, chest, and waist at a fast speed.

Although dozens of hand shadows flew in, Jin Sa-wol was not flustered.

He, who had approached Jang Il-geom, blocked the opponent's left hand and hit the back of his hand with his right palm.

Immediately after, the dagger rotated and cut Jang Il-geom's wrist and forearm.

"Keuk!"

Jin Sa-wol, who had dug into the chest of Jang Il-geom, who had retreated with a groan, struck his chest with his fist and stabbed his chest, neck, and shoulder with his dagger.

Thwack-thwack-thwack!

The movement was so fast that it was difficult to block even if he tried.

As the suspicious sword was about to stab Jang Il-geom's neck again, Jang Il-geom raised both his hands with all his might.

Thwack!

Jang Il-geom grabbed Jin Sa-wol's right arm, which was holding the dagger, with his left hand and grabbed Jin Sa-wol's neck with his right hand.

"Kraaaak! You... This is the Ghost Fighting Shadow Art. Are you a Slaughter Ghost?"

Although Jang Il-geom was bleeding, he pressed Jin Sa-wol's neck with all his might.

Just then, Jin Sa-wol stabbed Jang Il-geom's eye with his left thumb.

Thwack!

"Kraak!"

As Jang Il-geom let out a scream, Jin Sa-wol, who had moved the dagger he was holding in his right hand to his left hand, stabbed the dagger into Jang Il-geom's mouth.

Thwack!

The tip of the dagger came out of the back of Jang Il-geom's head.

Jin Sa-wol, who had pulled out the dagger, touched his neck and wiped the blood on the dagger with his sleeve.

"That's right."

Jin Sa-wol picked up his sword and passed Jang Il-geom, who was leaning against the wall.

* * *

Thwack!

Woo Jeong-bong, who had retrieved the sword that had pierced the Demonic Cult member's chest, frowned and stared blankly at the Demonic Cult member.

"Son of a... bitch."

The Demonic Cult member spat out a curse and fell back.

"You son of a bitch."

Woo Jeong-bong also spat out a curse at the dead Demonic Cult member and then turned his body.

Just then, he saw Jo Geom-ok walking to the pavilion. She was also wearing clothes that were drenched in blood.

The situation was that she was drenched in sweat, as if she had killed a considerable number of enemies. But her expression was still indifferent.

"Jo Sa-mae."

As Woo Jeong-bong called, Jo Geom-ok stopped walking for a moment. As she turned her head, Woo Jeong-bong wiped his sweat and asked.

"What happened? Weren't you in Guguang City? Why are you here?"

"Is it strange for a disciple to be next to her master?"

"It's not strange. But it's strange now."

"What are you talking about... And why are you here, Brother Woo?"

"I received an order from the sect leader."

Since there was no need to explain in detail, Woo Jeong-bong answered roughly.

Jo Geom-ok headed for the pavilion as if she had nothing more to say. Jo Han-yu was watching Woo Jeong-bong from there.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Cha-yong and Hyung Soo-pung also showed themselves after killing all the remaining Demonic Cult members on the island.

They were not in a perfect state. Their clothes were drenched in blood, and their hair was disheveled.

Jo Han-yu's sleeve was also cut and fluttering.

Woo Jeong-bong tied his loosened hair again and looked at Jo Han-yu's back.

Jo Han-yu's martial arts were amazing.

How many masters in the martial world could use sword energy so easily?

Woo Jeong-bong thought there would be less than ten.

Thud!

Woo Jeong-bong, who had run to Jo Han-yu, who was standing with his hands behind his back, looked at the large black mouth in the rubble of the pavilion.

It was the entrance to the underground. A groan was flowing from the underground.

"It's not over yet."

Jo Han-yu stroked his beard and waited for the disturbance in the underground to subside.

Just then, Cha-yong approached and said.

"There's a prison on the east cliff. A considerable number of people are trapped there."

"If they're Demonic Cult members, they should be killed."

"They're people who don't know martial arts."

At Cha-yong's answer, Jo Han-yu was about to say that they should be killed, but he saw Woo Jeong-bong approaching.

"I'll think about it."

Jo Han-yu could not order the killing of ordinary commoners who did not even know martial arts when Woo Jeong-bong was there.

Woo Jeong-bong asked with a serious face.

"Senior uncle. I have something to ask."

"Ask."

"Did you learn the Absorption Demonic Art?"

When Woo Jeong-bong asked, Jo Han-yu released his hands from behind his back and turned his body to Woo Jeong-bong.

Jo Han-yu sighed and asked.

"Did you hear?"

"Yes."

Whoosh!

The moment Woo Jeong-bong's answer ended, Jo Han-yu's large hand grabbed Woo Jeong-bong's face.

"Hmph!"

Since it was a sudden surprise attack, Woo Jeong-bong did not even have time to dodge.

"I won't kill you."

Whoosh!

"Keuk!"

The white smoke that flowed from Woo Jeong-bong's nose and mouth drew a circle and was sucked into Jo Han-yu's palm.

Although Woo Jeong-bong's internal energy was being drained, he could not do anything. All he could do was tremble his body.

Tremble!

After a short while, Jo Han-yu, who had removed his hand, smiled as he saw Woo Jeong-bong, who was staring blankly ahead with a pale complexion.

"Rest a little."

"This... isn't this too much? A disciple of Wudang with a demonic art..."

Woo Jeong-bong looked at Jo Han-yu with half-closed eyes. Since all his internal energy had been drained, his whole body was limp like a water-soaked cotton.

He did not even have the strength to move a single finger.

"When did you learn such a demonic art... Damn it!"

Thump!

Woo Jeong-bong, who had fallen to the ground, closed his eyes as if he had lost consciousness.

Jo Han-yu took a long breath and nodded as if satisfied.

The internal energy of Woo Jeong-bong, who had learned the same Wudang's heart art, was much thicker and more delicious than the internal energy of Yeon Jeok-sim, who had learned a demonic art.

Perhaps because the depth of the internal energy was different, although the amount was small, the feeling of fullness in his dantian was much greater.

'I've recovered about seventy percent. As expected... he's my senior brother's favorite disciple.'

Jo Han-yu left a bitter sneer and stroked his beard. He thought it was not a courtesy to his senior brother to kill his disciple directly.

It was the last remaining small conscience.

"Kill him."

Jo Han-yu ordered and turned his back.

Hyung Soo-pung stabbed Woo Jeong-bong's head with his blood-drenched sword.

Just then, Jo Geom-ok raised her sword and blocked Hyung Soo-pung's sword.

Clang!

As their swords crossed, Hyung Soo-pung frowned and glared at Jo Geom-ok.

"What are you doing?"

Although Hyung Soo-pung was full of killing intent, Jo Geom-ok's indifferent eyes were even colder.

"You can kill him later."

As Jo Geom-ok's words came out, Jo Han-yu, who was stroking his beard, opened his mouth.

"Geom-ok."

"Yes."

"Throw away such things as affection. That guy is not your sworn brother, but a person who has spied on our secret."

At Jo Han-yu's words, Jo Geom-ok knew that she could no longer block him and retreated.

A smile full of killing intent sat on Hyung Soo-pung's lips.

"I didn't like this bastard from the beginning. He was just full of words, pretending to be righteous, and was unlucky. I was going to kill him when he was investigating our backs, but it's a little late."

Whoosh!

As if he had said all he wanted to say, Hyung Soo-pung raised his sword and stabbed Woo Jeong-bong's head.

In that instant, a flash of light flickered.

"Hmph!"

"Hmph!"

Hyung Soo-pung was startled and did not even think of blocking, but flew to the right. Immediately after, a black shadow hugged Woo Jeong-bong and flew up.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

It was Jin Sa-wol.

(End of Chapter)