novelraw Chapter 117 : Chapter 117
Chapter 117 : Chapter 117
Chapter 117 - Friend
The leader of the Ghost Face Gang, Dancheong.
He had been standing still all along, watching the four pairs fight.
Since he was wearing a whitish mask, his expression could not be seen, and there was no way of knowing where his gaze was directed.
‘How peculiar.’
Dancheong’s gaze was fixed on a single female swordswoman.
The way she pressed Ju Mil, weaving a slow sword line, seemed quite skilled for her age.
‘And beautiful.’
Dancheong’s face behind the mask glistened with greed.
As the Heavenly Vision Network of the Beggars' Union had identified, Dancheong’s lust far surpassed that of an ordinary person.
Among the women rumored to be beauties in this Changsha area, there was not one who had not received Dancheong’s attention.
Once he set his mind on someone, he did not hesitate to kidnap or confine them, and it was no different even if the target was a married woman.
However, even in his eyes, who had conquered not just Changsha but the entire Hunan region, Jeong-i’s beauty was truly unrivaled.
A sight that was literally like a crane in a flock of chickens, one that would stand out at once even if thrown into a crowd of beauties he had passed by so far.
At some point, Dancheong’s gaze had been constantly fixed on Jeong-i.
‘That is a kind of…’
The slow movement that had flustered Ju Mil.
Dancheong saw through that movement without difficulty.
‘A sword dance.’
A Sword Dance.
It was too slow a movement to be called a dance, but it was definitely a sword dance.
She connected the movements of the Eagle Talon Twelve Swords to continue the sword dance.
It had a completely different feel from the sword dance she had performed to deceive her opponent’s eyes when she sparred with Biyoung in the past.
Because the movements were slow, no opening was visible in its execution, and the opponent couldn’t help but be swayed by her unique sense of rhythm.
A steady posture was essential in a fight between swordsmen, but if the foundation was solid, it was not a big problem.
Her internal energy, forged with the Profound Heaven's True Energy Unification Art, and the Eagle Talon Twelve Swords, which she had repeated to the point of nausea.
Her unique sword dance, a combination of these two, felt more difficult to deal with than an opponent standing still.
‘If he’s not careful, Ju Mil might lose.’
Dancheong made such a prediction while watching the duel between Jeong-i and Ju Mil.
Then he stuck out his slender tongue and licked his lips.
One of the Ghost Face Four Shadows might be defeated, so why was he making such a greedy expression?
It was a kind of leisure.
Dancheong, who had looked over the four attackers here, concluded that none of them were a match for him.
What if Ju Mil were to be defeated by the beautiful female swordswoman?
‘Even better.’
He could just subdue Jeong-i and designate her as a new member of the Ghost Face Four Shadows.
While calling her to his chambers night after night to spend nights of lust.
“Hehehe.”
Imagining Jeong-i’s expression under him, Dancheong let out a bizarre laugh.
It was something that would have made Jeong-i shudder if she had heard it, but fortunately, that laughter was buried by someone’s roar.
“You bastaaaard!”
A shrill roar was directed at the disheveled monster.
The monster, with a physique as large as a great tiger, bared its teeth and laughed.
“Why are you screaming and making a fuss.”
“How dare you look away!”
It was a rather unusual sight.
Her appearance was clearly that of a woman in her late teens, but her voice was old and rough like that of an old woman.
The sight of her scolding the monster, who looked much older than her, somehow felt natural.
“Hehehehehehe.”
The disheveled monster, Gwangyo, laughed with his shoulders shaking as if he found it genuinely amusing.
“No matter how well the medicine works, it seems you can’t do anything about that voice, can you?”
“Insolent!”
The woman ground her teeth and thrust out both her palms.
Soon, a yellowish palm energy shot towards Gwangyo.
Buwoong!
It was different from an ordinary palm energy in many ways.
Not only was the color yellow, but the energy was far from pure, being turbid as if mixed with impurities.
Gwangyo, as he had been doing, extended one hand and unleashed a palm energy to meet it.
It was the Mad Dog's Barking Palm, which was notorious throughout Yunnan.
Kwang!
As the powerful palm energies collided, the floor shook with a loud roar.
The palm forces that the two had shot out vanished as if they had never been.
“You…!”
The young woman’s body trembled.
He was a completely incomprehensible man.
He had clashed palm energies with her several times, so how could he be so unharmed?
Ha Dalbun was bursting with indignation at the unexpected development.
Moreover, the monster before her was seeing right through her identity.
The third of the Ghost Face Shadows, Ha Dalbun of the Spring Sun Withered Shadow.
On the outside, she was a cunning-looking woman in her late teens, but her actual age was already well over sixty.
The words that she couldn’t change her voice even if she changed her appearance were enough to make the already furious Ha Dalbun jump up and down.
‘Why is he still unharmed?’
While building up sixty years of internal energy, she had devoted herself to poison arts and palm arts.
And after a long time, she succeeded in mixing the two.
A vicious and wicked martial art that gained notoriety in the Hunan region,
The Poison Dragon Palm was precisely that.
‘After clashing this much, his body should be rotting by now…’
Even those with similar or even deeper internal energy could not withstand her palm energy.
This was because the Poison Dragon Palm contained a special poison in addition to the ordinary palm force.
Whether the opponent used swordsmanship, fist and foot techniques, or a cudgel, they would eventually be poisoned and twist their limbs as they clashed.
If the opponent used palm energy, the job was much easier.
As they exchanged internal energy, the poison would naturally seep into the opponent’s body.
However, for the first time in a long while, Ha Dalbun had to feel perplexed.
The monster before her not only blocked her internal energy with one hand but also looked away from time to time during the battle.
At first, Ha Dalbun had let him do as he pleased with a smirk.
His internal energy seemed strong, but if they clashed like that once or twice, he would naturally be poisoned.
“Hehehehe.”
But such a thing did not happen.
When she saw a red spot on his right cheek, she thought the poisoning had begun, but now she saw that it was originally like that.
It was just that it wasn’t clearly visible because his hair was messily disheveled.
Although she had shot countless Poison Dragon Palms, in the end, she had inflicted no damage on Gwangyo.
“That guy. I told him to just buy time, but he’s fighting to the death.”
“?”
It was not a statement directed at the opponent before him, as anyone could tell.
Gwangyo’s gaze was fixed on Uma, who had just fallen in a state of mutual destruction.
Ha Dalbun, who was blatantly ignored, let out a roar and once again launched her twin palms.
Kwaaa!
It was a Poison Dragon Palm with a more ferocious momentum than ever before, but futilely, the result was the same.
Kwang!!!
“Heok…!”
Ha Dalbun’s Poison Dragon Palm, which she had put her all into, scattered in the air once again.
It was a decisive blow into which she had even poured a part of her innate true energy out of frustration, but it had failed to even draw out Gwangyo’s other hand.
“Uwek!”
The backlash from forcibly drawing out her energy began to appear.
Although she hadn’t sustained any injuries, dark red blood trickled from Ha Dalbun’s mouth.
Her glistening and fair skin also gradually lost its luster and became dry.
“Hehehe.”
Gwangyo, who finally took his eyes off Uma, slowly took a step forward.
His appearance was just like that of an executioner preparing for a death row inmate’s execution.
“How… can you be unharmed…!”
Ha Dalbun asked Gwangyo, forcibly swallowing her blood.
Two flashes of light gleamed from between Gwangyo’s randomly disheveled hair.
“A long time ago in Tibet, I met Yo Seoldam.”
“Yo-Yo Seoldam?”
Ha Dalbun’s eyelids shot up to the sky.
Because there was no way that those who dealt with poison would not know that name.
“Are you talking about that Yo Seoldam, the top master of the Green Snake Hall?”
“Yes. I owe him a bit.”
Gwangyo said so and tapped his cheek with his index finger.
In that spot, there was a red spot the size of a child’s palm.
Ha Dalbun, who had learned poison arts, could tell that the spot was a side effect of poison.
“To have survived after meeting Yo Seoldam… could it be that you’re immune to all poisons?!”
“Well. Not to that extent.”
The red spot was a kind of medal for Gwangyo.
After surviving a near-death experience from a terrible poison art, Gwangyo had developed a resistance to most poisons.
As he himself said, he couldn’t withstand all poisons, though.
“Where is Yo Seoldam now?”
“He’s dead.”
“Nonsense! Yo Seoldam is not someone you can handle!”
Ha Dalbun shouted shrewishly, but surprisingly, it was true.
Yo Seoldam was a master of poison arts who was among the top five in all of Tibet.
He was not someone that the current Gwangyo could handle.
“Hehehe. That guy. When did I say he died by my hand? I just said he was dead.”
“Who… who on earth could have killed Yo Seoldam?”
“A friend.”
Buwoong…
With a short answer, Gwangyo’s right hand shone brightly.
Uma and Jeong-i.
Having confirmed their victories, his business was now over.
He hadn’t gone all out because he didn’t know when Dancheong would intervene, but now there was no need for that.
“Grr…!”
Ha Dalbun bit her lip and once again gathered the energy of the Poison Dragon Palm.
The fact that she was nothing more than a time-waster for Gwangyo felt incredibly humiliating.
However, her Poison Dragon Palm, with its unique poison art being ineffective, was nothing more than a few levels below child’s play to Gwangyo.
Kwaaa!
Ha Dalbun’s twin palms were activated before his eyes.
It was a yellow palm force, with both its energy and its composition being extremely vicious.
But Gwangyo’s expression resembled that of someone stepping on a cockroach in a damp place.
“Just die already.”
Kwaaaaa!
Palm force and palm force collide.
The difference from before was that they didn’t collide in the middle and scatter.
Jjwaak!
The Mad Dog's Barking Palm.
That monstrous energy was literally tearing Ha Dalbun’s palm force apart.
“!!!”
Ha Dalbun, watching this, had her mouth agape and couldn’t even utter her aged voice.
Peobeobeok!
The sound of the powerful energy tearing off flesh was clearly transmitted to everyone’s ears.
Dark red blood shot up into the air, and in the place where the cunning-looking woman had stood, a shabbily old woman collapsed.
On her upper body, the traces of the Mad Dog's Barking Palm's rampage were starkly revealed.
Like Jin Galsa, a turbid energy was spreading in her pupils.
Anyone with eyes would not fail to see that she had died instantly.
“You should have lived according to your looks, you filthy old woman.”
Gwangyo, baring his teeth while looking at the gruesome corpse.
It was a scene where the term ‘Mad and Aberrant Man’ was so incredibly fitting.
“Well then…”
Ghost Face Four Shadows and Diancang Sect.
Three of the four pairs had ended in the Diancang Sect’s victory.
Although Uma had become incapacitated, they had achieved a landslide victory, making Biyoung’s words to buy time seem pointless.
“Keuk…!”
However, in one place.
The one place where the result was not yet decided was producing a completely different result.
Drip… drip…
Eung Gajin, who was so badly cut that his shoulder bone was clearly visible, was desperately trying to catch his breath.
Looking at the wounds all over his body, it seemed as if he should be praised just for holding a sword.
However, for the most skilled of the Ghost Face Four Shadows, there was no such emotion as praising an opponent.
Sway.
Yi Cheon-yu’s figure seemed to disappear, and then he suddenly appeared in front of Eung Gajin’s body.
“Die.”
“!”
With one indifferent word, Yi Cheon-yu’s sword was drawn diagonally.
And along that line, a fountain of bright red blood erupted from Eung Gajin’s chest.
Chwaaaak!
“Senior Brother!”
Jeong-i, who rarely raised her voice, let out a scream.