Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 90 : Eating the Darkness (2)

Jin Sa-wol's movements had a strangeness that was not easy to see. He moved from a straight line to a straight line, and then at once, he went sideways.

There were no curves.

Cha-yong thought that he had learned a peculiar footwork.

He, who was in front of Jin Sa-wol, drew a semicircle to the right and walked slowly.

He lowered his sword, touched the end of the ground once with the tip of his sword, and then at once, he advanced towards Jin Sa-wol in a straight line.

Shwish!

Cha-yong's sword stretched in a straight line towards Jin Sa-wol's neck. It was the first move of the Seoninjiro.

A light movement.

Jin Sa-wol looked at the approaching sword, then slightly twisted his body to the left and instead stabbed Cha-yong's forehead.

Immediately after, the swords of Cha-yong and Jin Sa-wol drew a horizontal line and passed each other.

Papapat!

The two, who had changed their positions, looked at each other for a moment.

"How amazing."

Cha-yong muttered and nodded. Although his age was similar to his own, if he was able to subdue Hyung Soo-pung, he definitely had skill.

Drip!

Although blood flowed from his earlobe, he did not care.

Jin Sa-wol looked at Cha-yong indifferently.

No emotion could be seen in his face.

Jo Han-yu stroked his beard with an interested gaze and appreciated the confrontation between the two. It was enjoyable, as it felt like two dolls were fighting.

Although Jo Geom-ok's expression was indifferent, her pupils shook slightly. As the figures of the two crossed, her shoulders flinched as if she were nervous.

Jo Geom-ok's low voice seeped into Jin Sa-wol's ear.

"If you kill us, you will turn the Wudang Sect into an enemy. If you want to do that, kill us."

Hearing her words, Jo Han-yu smiled and nodded. It was like an unspoken pressure that restricted Jin Sa-wol's attack.

Jin Sa-wol knew. He also did not kill Hyung Soo-pung because of his relationship with Woo Jeong-bong. It was not a good choice to become an enemy with him.

Cha-yong moved, revealing his killing intent.

"There's no need to mind Jo Sa-mae's words. Anyway, you will die."

Swish! Whoosh!

Cha-yong's feet lightly hit the ground, and he jumped about half a zhang and turned to Jin Sa-wol's right.

As the sword light flickered, what flew in was a tangible wind accompanied by sword energy and sword wind.

'Is it the Nine Palaces Footwork and the Nine Palaces Sword?'

Since there were many famous and diverse martial arts of the Wudang Sect, it was not easy to find out what Cha-yong's sword art was.

But Cha-yong's movements were not fast. As Jin Sa-wol's hand moved, a dozen or so sword shadows flew towards Cha-yong's entire body like silver dots.

It was the third move of the Ghost Soul Seven Swords, the Soul-Severing Sword.

Papapat! Shwish!

In Cha-yong's eyes, it seemed as if countless daggers were flying.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have chosen to dodge rather than attack. It was that dense.

If it developed further from here, it was clear that it would form a sword curtain.

Jin Sa-wol thought that Cha-yong would dodge and prepared to release his sword energy towards the possible space where he could move.

In that instant, breaking his expectation, Cha-yong dug into the Soul-Severing Sword.

Thwack!

Blood splattered from Cha-yong's arms, shoulders, and thighs. But Cha-yong, who had dug into that narrow gap, could see Jin Sa-wol's empty upper body.

His sword at once stabbed Jin Sa-wol's heart and neck.

"It's the end!"

As Cha-yong's sword stabbed his neck, Jin Sa-wol's left hand grabbed his belt.

Clank!

"No!"

The moment a huge shout erupted, Jin Sa-wol's figure appeared behind Cha-yong's back like a lie.

It was the Ghost Step and the One-Sword Annihilation Ghost using the explosive burst.

Jin Sa-wol's remaining afterimage shook greatly in front of Cha-yong's eyes and then disappeared.

Thump!

As Cha-yong's figure fell to the floor, Jin Sa-wol lowered the flexible sword in his left hand and looked at Jo Geom-ok.

The shout was thrown by Jo Geom-ok. At that sound, Jin Sa-wol could not help but react.

Drip!

A thin drop of blood flowed from Jin Sa-wol's neck. Jin Sa-wol, who was touching the drop of blood with his hand, was looking not at Jo Geom-ok, but at Jo Han-yu.

Jo Geom-ok asked.

"Did you kill him?"

"No."

Jin Sa-wol's answer was short. As if it were a relief, Jo Geom-ok let out a sigh.

Jo Han-yu was watching Jin Sa-wol's movements. He thought that Cha-yong would die when he took out the flexible sword from his waist.

It seemed obvious that his waist would be cut.

But Jin Sa-wol turned to Cha-yong's right, struck his temple, and then knocked him down.

It was a smooth and good movement without any unnecessary actions. If his disciple had such a movement, he would have applauded.

"What's your name?"

"Jin Sa-wol."

"What do you do?"

"A hunter."

At the answer 'a hunter', Jo Han-yu let out a small laugh.

"Hehe! How interesting. A hunter is aiming his sword at me. It's something to see after living a long life."

Jo Han-yu, who was stroking his beard, turned his gaze to Jo Geom-ok.

"You step forward."

At Jo Han-yu's words, Jo Geom-ok shook her head with a hardened expression.

"I can't do that."

"You can't?"

Jo Han-yu looked slightly surprised as he saw Jo Geom-ok, who was refusing his order.

"How strange. To think you would not follow my order."

"That's..."

Jo Geom-ok, who was speaking, frowned and closed her eyes. In that instant, Jo Han-yu appeared by her side, grabbed the back of her neck, and pressed her Tianzhu acupoint.

"Ugh!"

"If you don't follow my order, there's no reason to live."

An intense pain that shot up her neck turned Jo Geom-ok's head upside down.

Shwaaaak!

As he unfolded the Absorption Demonic Art, Jo Geom-ok's internal energy seeped into Jo Han-yu's palm.

"Still, I cherished you a lot. What a shame."

Whoosh!

In that instant, a sharp sword blade flew towards Jo Han-yu's neck. It was Jin Sa-wol.

Jo Han-yu smiled and threw Jo Geom-ok in front of Jin Sa-wol's sword with a whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol, who was extending his sword, was startled, lowered his waist, avoided Jo Geom-ok, and attacked Jo Han-yu's lower body.

If he had received Jo Geom-ok or had cared for her, he could have been hit by Jo Han-yu's one blow.

"A good choice."

Jo Han-yu smiled and extended his left palm to Jin Sa-wol's face.

As a strong light flickered, Jin Sa-wol's figure separated into four, occupied the four directions of Jo Han-yu, and then disappeared.

Thwack! Thwack!

Jin Sa-wol, who had appeared about three zhang away from Jo Han-yu, turned his body.

Although a drop of blood had formed on his sword, it was not deep. He could tell just by the feeling of the hand holding the sword.

'Did it go through?'

Jin Sa-wol gained confidence. He thought that his sword was a threat to Jo Han-yu.

It was the Hundred-Ghost Annihilation Sword through the explosive burst, and it was a one-blow with all his might.

Thump!

Jo Han-yu, who had landed on the ground, stood about five zhang away from Jin Sa-wol.

Jin Sa-wol's attack was unexpected and was sharp enough to make his courage chill.

Red blood was flowing from his right thigh. It was a wound he had gotten when he had dodged into the air.

"You insolent bastard... You won't die a peaceful death."

Whoosh!

Jo Han-yu flew towards Jin Sa-wol.

A speed that could be called lightning. A blue energy flowed from his entire body.

Jin Sa-wol bent his waist and jumped at the approaching Jo Han-yu, using the explosive burst.

His twin swords emitted light, and a strong silver flash flickered and descended upon Jo Han-yu. Countless sword lights descended upon Jo Han-yu.

Clang-clang-clang!

Although dozens of sword energies stabbed Jo Han-yu's body, the blue energy that was surrounding him deflected them all.

"Taiqing Gangqi?"

Jin Sa-wol's eyes widened as if he were surprised. Immediately after, a flash of lightning flickered from Jo Han-yu's right hand.

It was the Wind and Thunder Palm of Wudang.

Thump!

"Keuk!"

Jin Sa-wol, who was hit by a blow to the chest, flew about ten zhang and rolled on the ground.

Jin Sa-wol, who had rolled to a place where the rubble of the collapsed pavilion was piled up, stared blankly ahead.

He saw Jo Han-yu in the distance. He could not be an opponent from the beginning. He was one of the ten great masters and was the Sword Saint.

Even without holding a sword, there was no problem in subduing him.

"Ugh!"

Dark red blood flowed from his mouth. Although he felt his mind becoming faint, he opened his eyes wide.

Strangely, a sword was still held in Jin Sa-wol's hand.

If it were ordinary people, they would have died or lost consciousness.

Jin Sa-wol knew that his chest bone was caved in. Every time he breathed, blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

As he put strength in his fingers, he saw them moving slightly. His legs were also fine.

Swish!

Jin Sa-wol slowly raised his body.

Although both his arms were limp and his waist was half-bent, he could stand up.

Drip! Drip!

The blood that flowed from his nose and mouth soaked the ground. His head was dizzy, and his vision was blurry.

Rustle!

As if a wind were blowing, Jo Han-yu appeared in front of Jin Sa-wol's eyes.

"How surprising."

Jo Han-yu smiled and watched Jin Sa-wol still. He had never seen a person who was standing properly after being hit squarely by his Wind and Thunder Palm.

Jin Sa-wol's eyes turned to Cha-yong and Hyung Soo-pung, who were held in Jo Han-yu's two hands.

A short while later, a silver-white energy rose from the bodies of the two and was sucked into Jo Han-yu's palm.

Whoosh!

A cool wind was blowing. As Jo Han-yu absorbed all the internal energy of Hyung Soo-pung and Cha-yong, he threw the figures of the two far away.

Thud!

He saw the corpses of the two, who were rolling on the ground without strength.

"Why... the disciples...?"

"To silence them."

Thwack!

Jo Han-yu's right hand grabbed Jin Sa-wol's Baihui acupoint.

"Anyway, I was thinking of killing them when I had the chance. It's just that the time of death has been moved up a little."

A smile sat on Jo Han-yu's lips. It was the desolate smile of someone who had learned a demonic art.

Cha-yong and Hyung Soo-pung. Although Jo Geom-ok was a disciple, she knew the fact that he had learned a demonic art.

So when he left the Martial Alliance, he had only brought Cha-yong and Hyung Soo-pung. It was because he had to kill them and get rid of them.

"Consider it an honor to die at my hands."

Whoosh!

As he unfolded the Absorption Demonic Art, a white smoke rose from Jin Sa-wol's body and seeped into Jo Han-yu's palm.

-If you lose one, you gain one, and if you lose two, you gain two. But if you lose three, you gain six. If you lose six, you will gain sixty, and if you lose sixty, you will gain six hundred. That is the demonic art.

"Explosive burst."

Shwaaaak!

A storm-like wind rose from Jo Han-yu's dantian and was sucked into Jin Sa-wol's nose and mouth in an instant.

(End of Chapter)