Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 89 : Eating the Darkness (1)

"Kraak!"

"Uwaaaak! Please!"

"Damn it! You bastards! Ugh!"

As roars and curses erupted and blood splattered, corpses were scattered around the Golden Pavilion.

The warriors of the Namgung family and the Martial Alliance were driving back the warriors of the inn.

Since the number of warriors was overwhelmingly large, it was difficult for the warriors belonging to the inn to even hold on.

But there were almost no people who threw away their weapons or surrendered.

They were the warriors of the Golden Demonic Pavilion disguised as the warriors of the Golden Pavilion, and they were all members of the Demonic Cult.

Among them, there were occasionally masters, so the warriors of the Namgung family and the Martial Alliance were also suffering considerable damage.

Meanwhile, dozens of warriors stood in a circle, facing the main gate of the Golden Pavilion. Namgung Yu, the eldest son of the Namgung family and the young lord, stood in the center of them.

There were also a considerable number of warriors from the Guguang branch and the Nanchang branch of the Martial Alliance. But they were those who received Namgung Yu's orders.

The intention of the Namgung family was clear.

To occupy the Gangnam Grand Inn.

Cleaning up the Demonic Cult members was just one justification.

As some time passed, the situation was roughly being sorted out.

Namgung Yu, who had left the circular formation, slowly approached the Golden Pavilion with his bodyguards.

Two people were standing on the eighth floor of the Golden Pavilion. They were A Jeong-geon, the master of the gambling house, and Mae Jeong-mun, the brothel master.

"Who will win?"

When A Jeong-geon asked, Mae Jeong-mun silently threw her gaze out the window. Outside the window, the cleanup was almost finished.

The warriors of the Namgung family, who were wearing blue martial arts uniforms, were noticeably numerous.

"No matter who wins, we have to live."

"As you say, no matter who wins, we have to live. Because living is more important than anything else."

In a chaotic situation, taking only one side was to throw away half the probability of living.

The Hao Mun tried to remain neutral in the power struggle between the Demonic Cult and the Martial Alliance over the inn.

It seemed the brothel master was also the same.

"Since the powerful have changed, it's time for the owner of the inn to change too."

"So you're saying that you'll kill all the people of the former leader and change the martial world to the current leader's taste."

"It's a natural step."

"It's greed. The Namgung family is too greedy. It's excessive. Will that be possible?"

The moment A Jeong-geon's words ended, Namgung Yu, who was wearing a blue martial arts uniform, opened the door and came in.

"The greed of our family is endless. We are greedy and have a lot of jealousy."

At Namgung Yu's voice, A Jeong-geon's eyes widened. Mae Jeong-mun saw Namgung Yu and bowed her head.

"I greet the young lord."

A Jeong-geon also quickly came to his senses and cupped his fist.

"It's been a long time. Young lord."

Namgung Yu gave off a different atmosphere from his second son, Namgung Wi. Namgung Yu, who had a cold and high-handed gaze, grabbed A Jeong-geon's shoulder.

Crack!

"Kraak!"

As his shoulder bone was dislocated, A Jeong-geon unknowingly collapsed and let out a scream.

Namgung Yu's voice echoed.

"A guy who insults our family should have his neck cut and his limbs dismembered and thrown into a field, but since you have merit... Tsk! What a shame."

Namgung Yu, who had let go of his hand, sat in a chair.

A Jeong-geon knelt in front of him, sweating coldly. He didn't have the spirit to get up because of the strong shock.

Namgung Yu smiled and looked at Mae Jeong-mun with an arrogant expression.

"Why is the brothel master standing? The gambling house master here is sitting quietly."

"Is there a reason why I should kneel?"

"Because the owner of this inn is now me. You should be loyal to me."

"What an interesting person."

Mae Jeong-mun covered her mouth with her sleeve. As he saw her eye-smile, Namgung Yu's expression turned cold.

He raised his hand, which was holding a sword, and swung it lightly.

Shwish! Thwack!

A sharp sword passed A Jeong-geon's neck, and blood splattered. Seeing that sight, Mae Jeong-mun's eyes widened. It was a death she had not expected.

Namgung Yu showed his white teeth and laughed.

"Oops! A mistake. My hand slipped."

Thump!

Blood poured out of the neck of A Jeong-geon, whose head had fallen. As the red blood soaked the floor, Mae Jeong-mun revealed a cold killing intent.

"What on earth is this?"

"I said it was a mistake."

Namgung Yu placed his sword on his knee and poured tea and drank. Although it was cold tea, the taste was okay.

It was Namgung Yu, who was born with everything from the moment he was born.

There was nothing that did not go his way except for his father. He had lived like that, and it would be like that in the future.

The Namgung family was his, and everything of the Namgung family was his.

And now the Gangnam Grand Inn was also coming into his hands.

Although the Gangnam Grand Inn had been the property of the Demonic Cult for the past several years, from now on, it would change to the property of the Martial Alliance.

Namgung Yu narrowed his eyes and asked Mae Jeong-mun.

"Should I raise my head and look at the brothel master?"

"The owner of the Gangnam Grand Inn is not the Namgung family. Not yet. It has not been decided whose it is."

"Is that so? If the brothel master dies, who else is there? The guest room master? The innkeeper is dead, and since the Demonic Cult bastards deceived the martial world and ran the inn, if we kill all the Demonic Cult bastards, it will become the property of the Alliance. Of course, since the brothel master is also a Demonic Cult member, it doesn't matter if she dies."

"You cooperated with the Martial Alliance, but you're going to kill me? Will the Alliance Leader forgive that?"

"My father didn't say not to kill."

At Namgung Yu's desolate smile, Mae Jeong-mun was dumbfounded.

It was Mae Jeong-mun who had given a lot of information to the head of the Namgung family for several years. She never thought he would repay her in this way.

"It seems it will be hard for the young lord to live long."

"Me? Hahahaha! Who dares to kill me?"

Namgung Yu laughed loudly, throwing his head back with an amused face.

In that instant, with a rustling sound, a spider web wrapped around Namgung Yu's entire body.

"Huh?"

Papapat!

The moment Namgung Yu felt a shiver, the thread that was wrapped around his entire body tightened him with a strong force.

"Keuk!"

As several blood-cutting threads dug into his neck, Namgung Yu's expression contorted.

"You're trying to kill me? You dare? You must know what will happen if you kill me."

"I know."

Mae Jeong-mun nodded. Just then, a black shadow slowly rose from the floor next to Namgung Yu.

Seeing that, Namgung Yu's eyes widened. It was a strange thing he had never seen before.

It was an instant that the black shadow became a person.

The masked person, who was wearing a tight-fitting night robe, went behind Namgung Yu.

As he took off his mask, Jo-rim's face appeared. Seeing her, Mae Jeong-mun bowed her head.

"I greet the pavilion master."

Jo-rim answered with just a nod.

Mae Jeong-mun quickly closed the window.

Thump!

* * *

Creak! Creak! Creak!

A small boat, which was rowing urgently and moving on the surface of the lake, stopped when it met an approaching cruise ship.

Whoosh!

A middle-aged warrior who was waiting on the boat bowed his head as he saw Yeon Jeok-sim nimbly climb onto the cruise ship.

"The Gwi-pung Pavilion Master greets you."

"You've worked hard."

Yeon Jeok-sim nodded at the Gwi-pung Pavilion Master and then looked at the dozen or so boats approaching.

On the boats, a dozen or so men in black were standing and waiting.

"The bastards of the Martial Alliance and the Namgung family have turned the inn upside down. Are we heading for the inn as we are?"

The Gwi-pung Pavilion Master thought of retreating. The fact that they had come out of Muyeondo without a signal meant that they had failed.

"Wait."

Yeon Jeok-sim gave an order and then turned his body towards Muyeondo.

'I was hasty...'

If the surprise attack had worked, it would have been easy to face Jo Han-yu. But the surprise attack did not work.

If he had waited a little more carefully, the result might have been different.

As he thought that, he felt a sense of regret.

"How many people are waiting?"

"Besides us, there are about five hundred in Makbusan. They couldn't come because of the Martial Alliance's check."

"They're far away."

In the end, it meant that the personnel here were all of the Gwi-pung Pavilion.

"The Yaksha Hall has been annihilated. It means that Jo Han-yu's martial arts are that great. But that old monster is also tired. There must be a gap."

At the words that the Yaksha Hall had been annihilated, the Gwi-pung Pavilion Master trembled his shoulders.

The number of members of the Gwi-pung Pavilion alone was three hundred, but to be defeated so easily.

The Gwi-pung Pavilion Master, whose courage was chilled just by imagining it, looked at Yeon Jeok-sim's face and waited for an order.

Yeon Jeok-sim contemplated whether to return as he was or to go to Muyeondo again.

'The Absorption Demonic Art is more important than the Sea Peak Spirit Map. If I learn that...'

If he couldn't kill the opponent, it was natural to give up and protect his life. But the temptation of the demonic art was hard to shake off easily.

The situation always changes.

The enemy on Muyeondo was only five.

Even if Jo Han-yu were added, if he held on, the Gwi-pung Pavilion would somehow block him with a wheel battle.

Was that all?

If he could kill Jo Han-yu and make the Absorption Demonic Art his own, he could become the best in the world.

On top of that, if he obtained the secret of the Sea Peak Spirit Map and obtained that power, he could become the best of all time.

He, who was contemplating, shouted.

"We're going into Muyeondo in half a shichen! Kill Jo Han-yu!"

"Yes!"

Hearing the Gwi-pung Pavilion Master's answer, Yeon Jeok-sim went into the cabin and practiced his breathing.

In half a shichen, he could replenish some of the lost internal energy.

* * *

Whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol, who had turned around in the air and landed on the ground, laid Woo Jeong-bong under a tree.

Seeing that he was breathing, he was not dead. Although there were a few external injuries, there were no wounds that were fatal.

-Yeon Jeok-sim, that bastard, ran away on the boat we came on. I can't see a way to escape. I'll find something to replace the boat for now. And Jo Han-yu's martial arts are beyond imagination. Jo Han-yu is using not only the martial arts of the Wudang Sect, but also the Absorption Demonic Art.

A low telepathic message was heard in Jin Sa-wol's ear.

Bi-sun was hiding somewhere about five zhang away. He was a person who had seen everything that had happened here from the beginning.

Although Jin Sa-wol had heard the words 'Absorption Demonic Art', there was no change in his expression. Although he was inwardly surprised, that was not what was important right now.

Thwack! Papapat!

A sharp sword energy flew in, cutting through the air. It was Hyung Soo-pung.

He did not say a word. He just swung his sword to kill Jin Sa-wol, and Jin Sa-wol chose to attack rather than dodge.

Shwish!

He stabbed his sword through the flying sword energy. It was the One-Sword Annihilation Ghost.

Hyung Soo-pung turned his head to avoid the small dot that appeared in front of his eyes and then cut Jin Sa-wol's chest.

As the sword energy flashed and shot up into the air, Jin Sa-wol moved to Hyung Soo-pung's left.

Thwack!

Blood splattered from the chests and shoulders of the two.

Although blood flowed from the slightly cut chest, Jin Sa-wol's face was expressionless. Hyung Soo-pung also had no change in expression, like a tree.

Although the wound on his shoulder was deep, there was not even a groan.

At that sight, Jo Han-yu stroked his beard and showed interest. It was as if he were seeing another Hyung Soo-pung.

Whoosh!

Hyung Soo-pung moved first.

His sword emitted sword energy and aimed at Jin Sa-wol's dantian and neck.

Jin Sa-wol's sword pierced through Hyung Soo-pung's sword energy.

Thwack!

Blood splattered from Hyung Soo-pung's left shoulder again. He had blocked the sword that was stabbing his neck with his shoulder. Instead, he cut Jin Sa-wol's waist.

Papapat!

As the sword energy cut through the air, blades of grass flew around.

In that instant, Jin Sa-wol, who had appeared on Hyung Soo-pung's right, struck Hyung Soo-pung's temple with the hilt of his sword.

Thwack! Thump!

Hyung Soo-pung, who was struck on the temple, fell to the ground and did not move.

"Is it a different form of transformation?"

Cha-yong muttered and held his sword.

(End of Chapter)