Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 92 : Eating the Darkness (4)

"The inn?"

At Jin Sa-wol's words, Bi-sun was surprised and his expression hardened. What surprised him more than the fact that he was going to take over the inn was Jin Sa-wol's expression.

Although he was wearing a mask, he could not hide his eyes.

"You... you smiled?"

"I know."

Jin Sa-wol answered, still smiling.

Just then, he heard the sound of water.

Splash, splash!

With the sound of cutting through the waves, boats appeared, parting the fog.

"You hide."

At Jin Sa-wol's words, Bi-sun quickly disappeared into the forest.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Dozens of men in black got off the pier and stood there. They began to line up in front of Jin Sa-wol.

"It's the Wall Demonic Hall."

Jin Sa-wol looked around at the warriors of the Wall Demonic Hall who were constantly getting off the boat. Since he was wearing a mask, he felt awkward, so he took it off and then looked at the Demonic Cult members who were looking at him.

They, who saw Jin Sa-wol's face without a mask, sneered or showed a strong killing intent.

The current Jin Sa-wol was in a state where he had hidden his energy.

The state where Jin Sa-wol had also achieved everything that Jo Han-yu had achieved. Since he had already entered the realm of godhood, he could freely hide his existence.

Perhaps if he continued to train his martial arts in the future, he would be able to enter the realm of extreme magic.

Since Jin Sa-wol was confident in his martial arts, he did not show any particular change in emotion even when a large number of Demonic Cult members appeared.

"What kind of bastard are you?"

Whoosh!

Yeon Jeok-sim, who had fallen from the air, looked at Jin Sa-wol.

It was a young man with a face he had never seen before. But suddenly, he recalled the figure of the young man who had passed him when the Thousand Gold Treasury was opened.

It was the same guy.

"It was a rat."

Yeon Jeok-sim unfolded his folding fan and smiled.

He thought that the reason why Jo Han-yu was not in sight was because he had entered the Thousand Gold Treasury.

If he blocked the entrance now, Jo Han-yu would not be able to come out, no matter how earth-shattering his martial arts were.

'It seems he's in league with that old man.'

If not, there was no reason for him to be standing there unharmed.

"Where is Jo Han-yu now? Did he enter the Thousand Gold Treasury?"

"I don't know either."

At Jin Sa-wol's answer, Yeon Jeok-sim frowned.

He turned his head and nodded at the pavilion master of the Gwi-pung Pavilion.

"Go inside."

The Gwi-pung Pavilion Master said to his subordinates.

A dozen or so warriors of the Gwi-pung Pavilion approached Jin Sa-wol's left and right as if they were spreading their wings, and then at once, they narrowed the distance and attacked.

Jin Sa-wol's hand multiplied into ten.

Sword lights flashed from the arms that had multiplied into many, like a thousand-armed Guanyin.

Thwack-thwack-thwack!

The warriors of the Gwi-pung Pavilion flew back one zhang and rolled on the ground. A hole the size of a thumb was pierced in their chests.

Blood spurted from that hole.

In a single move, ten members of the Gwi-pung Pavilion had died.

Jin Sa-wol lowered his sword and said.

"I didn't give permission."

At Jin Sa-wol's low voice, Yeon Jeok-sim's expression hardened.

Jin Sa-wol did not allow the Gwi-pung Pavilion to move as they pleased, as if this island were his own.

Yeon Jeok-sim stepped forward with his eyes wide open.

"For a rat, your martial arts are high. What kind of bastard are you?"

"A hunter who has the Thousand Gold Treasury."

"A hunter? Hahaha! What an absurd bastard. Are you a disciple of the Wudang Sect?"

"Where do you see me as a disciple of the Wudang Sect?"

Jin Sa-wol raised his hand, which was holding a sword, and shook his head. At that sight, the Gwi-pung Pavilion Master stepped forward.

"You insolent bastard! In front of whom do you dare to be so arrogant?"

As he shouted in a loud voice, the warriors of the Gwi-pung Pavilion drew a semicircle and surrounded Jin Sa-wol.

Jin Sa-wol let out a small laugh.

"Where is the head, and only the body is here. Is your head a coward?"

At Jin Sa-wol's words, the Gwi-pung Pavilion Master shouted.

"We are all the head. Kill him!"

Papapat!

At the same time as his shout, a dozen or so people occupied the four directions of Jin Sa-wol and jumped in.

Sharp swords flew in. But Jin Sa-wol's quick sword was faster than them.

With a flashing sword light, the heads of the dozen or so who were rushing in burst with blood.

From behind them, other members of the Gwi-pung Pavilion rushed in.

Jin Sa-wol did not refuse to fight with them.

The Demonic Cult does not get scared.

The Demonic Cult does not retreat.

"Don't be scared! The enemy is one! Don't retreat! Kill him! Kill him and get rid of him!"

The Gwi-pung Pavilion Master shouted to raise the morale, even seeing his subordinates dying.

That shout became a great strength for Jin Sa-wol.

'Kill and kill again.'

He stabbed the foreheads of the rushing enemies without a single error.

Blood splattered in succession.

In that instant, Jin Sa-wol's figure multiplied into three. It was an illusion created by him moving so quickly from side to side.

Thwack! Thwack!

"Kraaaak!"

"Ugh!"

With screams and shouts at the same time, dozens of people flew in. Seeing their comrades dying helplessly, their faces were stained with madness.

A face full of killing intent rather than fear.

But Jin Sa-wol did not retreat.

Thwack!

The sword light flickered endlessly. Corpses piled up at his feet.

Then, at some point, Jin Sa-wol's figure became blurry.

"Attack! Hurry!"

The Gwi-pung Pavilion Master shouted with his eyes wide open.

He, who was surprised by Jin Sa-wol's martial arts, sacrificed his subordinates in his place. He was thinking of stepping forward when the opponent was tired from the death of his subordinates.

Since he had become a pavilion master after rolling under others for several years, wouldn't he have that much qualification?

Thwack!

Just then, a faint line was drawn in the eyes of the Gwi-pung Pavilion Master.

Rustle!

He felt his neck being cut after the line had passed.

Thump!

The head of the Gwi-pung Pavilion Master fell to the ground.

The first move of the Ghost-Severing Sword.

The speed at which he had thrust his sword was so fast that the Gwi-pung Pavilion Master could not even see it properly.

Thump!

The headless corpse of the Gwi-pung Pavilion Master fell to the ground.

"Hmph!"

"Keuk!"

The warriors of the Gwi-pung Pavilion opened their eyes wide and flinched.

The pavilion master is dead!

"How amazing."

Jin Sa-wol muttered as if he were praising himself and held his sword at eye level.

Even though he had killed so many, not a single drop of blood was on the tip of his sword.

How many had he killed?

It seemed he had killed at least fifty.

In that instant, with a whoosh! sound, a sandstorm swirled and flew in.

Yeon Jeok-sim had moved.

"I've seen your martial arts well. Now let's see the end!"

Whoosh!

Yeon Jeok-sim flew the Silver Demonic Palm from behind the sandstorm.

Jin Sa-wol cut the flashing silver flash with his sword energy.

Thwack! Thwack-thwack!

As the sword energy and the strong energy collided, a storm raged.

Jin Sa-wol, who had jumped into the storm, unfolded the Soul-Severing Sword at Yeon Jeok-sim.

Papapat!

Dozens of sword lights multiplied into hundreds and then merged into one. At the same time, a sword curtain was formed.

"Hmph!"

Yeon Jeok-sim snorted and unfolded the Silver Demonic Palm with both his hands.

Thump!

An explosion erupted, and a group of light spread in all directions.

Whoosh!

Yeon Jeok-sim, who had kicked the ground and jumped up, unfolded his whirlwind fan art at Jin Sa-wol.

"Die!"

Whoosh!

A whirlwind descended upon Jin Sa-wol.

Jin Sa-wol unfolded the One-Sword Annihilation Ghost and stabbed his sword.

Thwack!

"Huh?"

Yeon Jeok-sim opened his eyes wide as he saw the silver sword energy that had pierced through his folding fan and pierced his left collarbone.

"Hmph! Crazy."

If it weren't for the folding fan, his neck would have been pierced.

A quick sword that was so fast that he couldn't believe it even after seeing it!

Yeon Jeok-sim, who was startled, flew back.

Although the mission was important, returning alive was the priority.

Papapat!

Yeon Jeok-sim changed his posture several times in the air, flew, and landed on a cruise ship.

Whistle!

As he whistled with his hand, the boat slowly moved.

The members of the Gwi-pung Pavilion who were left on the land quickly turned their bodies and began to get on the boat.

Jin Sa-wol, who was looking at the fleeing warriors of the Gwi-pung Pavilion, picked up a sword that had fallen on the ground and threw it at the boat.

Thump!

As the sword was embedded, the small boat shook greatly. The warriors who were on the boat quickly changed to another boat.

Seeing that, Jin Sa-wol smiled. Then he picked up another sword and threw it at the cruise ship that Yeon Jeok-sim was on.

Shwaaaak!

The sound of wind cutting through the air.

Yeon Jeok-sim swung his folding fan and unfolded his strong energy at the flying sword.

Thump!

The flying sword hit the strong energy and fell.

Yeon Jeok-sim glared at Jin Sa-wol with a hardened expression.

The cruise ship slowly began to disappear into the fog. Only then did Yeon Jeok-sim's voice echo.

"Remember! I will tear you to pieces and kill you!"

Although Yeon Jeok-sim's desolate voice was heard, Jin Sa-wol was not interested.

* * *

Namgung Yu, who was tied by Jo-rim's blood-cutting threads, could not move. If he moved his body, the blood-cutting threads would dig into his flesh.

Still, his mouth was alive, and he was spewing curses.

"You crazy bitches! You dare to make my body bleed? I won't kill you peacefully!"

Thwack!

Jo-rim's fist struck Namgung Yu's abdomen.

"Ugh!"

Namgung Yu spat out bitter water and opened his eyes wide. He never dreamed that she would hit him like this.

"You bitch..."

As if one blow was not enough, Jo-rim put her internal energy into her one palm and struck Namgung Yu's abdomen.

Thump!

"Kraaak!"

At the shock of a large rock hitting his abdomen, Namgung Yu's mind became faint.

"You bitch... I will definitely kill you with my own hands."

Namgung Yu glared at Jo-rim as if he would tear her to pieces.

Jo-rim shook her head.

"I'm telling you clearly. The head of the Namgung family also allowed this. The family head said so. If the young lord is unnecessarily greedy, he should be dealt with appropriately."

"My father would never say such a thing."

"Isn't it because he knows the young lord too well? Who would have thought that our young lord would kill the gambling house master who had been loyal to the Namgung family? Do you think the family head would like that? I know that the family head hates it very much when his own people get hurt. He also killed the shop master."

Namgung Yu's expression hardened.

"The family head would be pleased if he knew."

Seeing Jo-rim's cold expression, Namgung Yu sighed as if he had no choice.

"I lost. Let's pretend today's incident never happened. Untie me."

Mae Jeong-mun spoke in Jo-rim's place.

"The family head will arrive in two days. We have to clean up the inn before then, so should we fight among ourselves? I'm telling you clearly, the young lord saw blood first."

"I admit it. We have to clean up the inn well and show it to my father."

At Namgung Yu's answer, Jo-rim untied the blood-cutting threads.

As the net was untied, Namgung Yu looked at Jo-rim and Mae Jeong-mun once each and then put away his sword.

"Hmph! Hao Mun... Yes, if it's an inn, it's the Hao Mun."

Leaving a sneer, Namgung Yu went outside.

Mae Jeong-mun said to Jo-rim with a face full of worry.

"Namgung Yu will definitely try to kill us. Wouldn't it be better to take care of him before then?"

"The problem is not Namgung Yu, but the inn. Let's clean up the inn first."

"Alright. But I'm worried about Bi-sun and Jin Sa-wol. Muyeondo is a mess right now."

"The two will be alive. There's no need to worry."

"But did you tell them about our contact with the head of the Namgung family?"

"There was no need to, so I didn't. But they probably know."

Jo-rim had to inform the Martial Alliance when she heard that the Demonic Cult members were heading for the inn.

'If it's Bi-sun and Jin Sa-wol, they would have been able to predict it just by looking at the movements of the Demonic Cult and the Martial Alliance.'

Just then.

A suspicious presence was heard from outside the window.

(End of Chapter)