novelraw Chapter 124 : Chapter 124
Chapter 124 : Chapter 124
Chapter 124 - The Ashes Gather
‘That is…….’
The eyes of the disheveled madman followed the form of one person.
His body method felt inadequate to even be described as fast, and his brilliant swordsmanship was so intimidating that one wouldn’t dare to resist.
And above all, that black, glowing blade.
Looking at the jet-black sword, the disheveled madman was certain.
That was undoubtedly the sword of the World's Fastest Sword.
‘Is that guy really his disciple?’
He could only think of it that way.
The World's Fastest Sword, Yeongbi.
He was considered an unrivaled swordsman even within the Diancang Sect, which was known for its small elite.
There were four major martial arts of the Diancang Sect renowned in Jianghu.
Profound Heaven's True Energy Unification Art.
Vast Sky Eagle Body Method.
Sun-Shooting Sword Art.
And finally, the Vacuum Sword.
Even the swordsmen who held their heads high in the Diancang Sect had only learned one or two of these four martial arts.
And even the martial arts they had learned did not exceed the seventh stage.
But the World's Fastest Sword was different.
He began learning the Sun-Shooting Sword Art in his early twenties, an art that other swordsmen would only touch upon after reaching their forties.
His genius was displayed without reservation in other martial arts as well, including the Vast Sky Eagle Body Method.
An unparalleled genius who had mastered all four martial arts to the eighth stage or higher.
The martial arts Biyoung had just shown were enough to evoke the image of the World's Fastest Sword from the past.
Moreover, it seemed a swordsman even more talented than the great World's Fastest Sword had appeared.
After all, Biyoung was only in his late teens.
‘If so, it’s no longer a dream.’
The revival of the Diancang Sect began with the appearance of the World's Fastest Sword in the Jianghu Murim.
As a similar sword had newly emerged, the path of the Diancang Sect would not end with revenge.
The small elite who had been feared and revered throughout Jianghu as one of the Nine Sects One Union.
They had the power to rewrite the revival of the past.
“Huh?”
And at the center of it all was that dazed-looking fellow.
“Guardian Gwangyo. You’ve aged a lot since I last saw you.”
“What?”
“You can’t even quickly take care of one of the Ghost Face Four Shadows and are dragging it out…… I should call you Toeyo, not Gwangyo. Obsolete Gwangyo.”
“………….”
Take back everything I just said.
The center of the revival, my ass.
That damn brat had a natural talent for getting on people’s nerves with his teasing.
‘Well. That part also resembles the World's Fastest Sword.’
Age, physique, facial features.
The World's Fastest Sword and Biyoung had nothing in common.
But when they talked like this, it felt like he was conversing with his friend from the past.
For Gwangyo, it was an incredibly pleasant feeling.
“Kekeke. How could I turn my attention elsewhere when there’s such a good show to watch?”
After answering, Gwangyo finally turned his gaze to another person.
The face of the person in front of him was contorted beyond words.
The one who called the Ghost Face Four Shadows, who were said to make people jump out of their sleep, ‘nobodies’.
And the madman in front of him who was distracted throughout the fight.
But the biggest reason unsettling Yi Cheon-yu’s mind was something else.
‘The Gang Leader, so futilely……!!’
The person who had received the admiration and fear of hundreds of gang members.
The head of the Ghost Face Gang, Dancheong’s head was rolling on the floor.
Including the Ghost Face Four Shadows and over a hundred members of the Green Killer Squad, the only person left was now himself, Yi Cheon-yu.
One of the prominent cities in Hunan. The Ghost Face Gang, which ruled the Changsha area, had collapsed in just one night.
For Yi Cheon-yu, it could only feel like the sky and earth had been turned upside down.
“Well. Since the show is over, shall we wrap this up now?”
Vwoom.
With the sound of a hornet’s wings, Gwangyo stretched both his palms forward.
Vwoooom!
The crazed white eyes that were fearsome to meet.
The palm force that resembled it, the Mad Dog's Barking Palm, enveloped Yi Cheon-yu from both sides.
“Keuk!”
Yi Cheon-yu let out a groan and barely dodged the Mad Dog's Barking Palm from the left.
But he couldn’t avoid the formidable palm force flying from the opposite side.
Yi Cheon-yu had no choice but to block it with his sword, and that became his decisive mistake.
Bang!
With the sound of a firecracker exploding, Yi Cheon-yu’s body flew through the air.
“Keoheok!”
The sword he was holding flew up and stuck in the ceiling, and Yi Cheon-yu’s martial arts uniform was torn to shreds and scattered on the floor.
For a clash between a sword and a palm force, an absurd result had occurred.
‘Amazing.’
The two words ‘admiration’ were engraved on Eung Gajin’s face as he watched the battlefield.
He was an opponent he could barely reach by squeezing out every last bit of his strength.
Such an Yi Cheon-yu was being easily suppressed by Gwangyo, who stood firmly in his place.
It was true that palm strikes had an advantage in range over swordsmanship, which was fought at close quarters.
But even considering that, Gwangyo’s martial arts far surpassed Yi Cheon-yu’s.
Towards the man sprawled on the floor, Gwangyo opened his mouth.
“Yi Cheon-yu.”
A chilly, sharp sneer formed on his lips.
“The first of the Ghost Face Four Shadows and Sword Shadow Soul Stealing. And what else was there……?”
Gwangyo, who had frowned for a moment, soon bared his teeth.
“Right. They also call you Hands Always Smelling of Blood, right? Because the smell of blood never washes off your hands.”
Yi Cheon-yu could not give any reply to Gwangyo’s words.
The power of the Mad Dog's Barking Palm was so severe that the qi and blood in his body were running wild in all directions.
Barely pushing down the regurgitating blood below his throat.
That was all Yi Cheon-yu could do right now.
“They were all fancy titles. But do you know what the Beggars’ Union calls you?”
“…………?”
A truly insulting word came out of Gwangyo’s mouth.
“Coward.”
“……?!”
“Coward Yi Cheon-yu. That is the moniker the Beggars’ Union uses to call you. They say you never cross swords with an opponent of similar skill.”
Yi Cheon-yu’s face crumpled pitifully.
Was it because he couldn’t resist even after being insulted?
No.
In fact, the person himself knew better.
That Gwangyo’s words were not wrong.
The reason his contract killings never failed was fundamentally because he was skilled.
But on the other hand, it was also because he didn’t accept requests if he felt they were a threat to him.
‘Ho.’
Although he didn’t show it, Biyoung was quite impressed.
‘The Beggars’ Union’s Heavenly Vision Network was this good.’
To grasp not only the full strength of the Ghost Face Four Shadows but also their individual habits.
Leaving aside his friendship with Gwangyo, it was a moment where he once again felt that the Beggars’ Union was not a group to be taken lightly.
But.
An incident occurred that made Gwangyo’s sneering face suddenly contort.
“M-me?”
Suddenly, someone with a foolish face stepped forward.
“Why me……?”
Gwangyo, with a face as if his fun had been ruined, shouted.
“You! You foolish bastard! If you don’t have any sense, you should at least have sharp ears!”
“Heek!”
Solbo.
The timid man who had misheard ‘coward’ and stepped forward was startled and took a step back.
“Are all the people in the Diancang Sect this clueless?”
Was it because his entertainment was interrupted?
For a small mistake, Gwangyo’s anger was immense.
At Gwangyo’s furious roar, the members of the Diancang Sect each turned their gazes elsewhere.
Solbo felt ashamed on one hand and resentful of his fellow disciples on the other.
A person can make a mistake!
“Guardian Gwangyo.”
Then.
A voice as warm as a spring breeze was heard from one side.
Yes.
Senior Sister Jeong.
I knew you would take my side, Senior Sister.
Solbo looked at Jeong-i with a face filled with emotion.
But it only took a single sentence for Solbo’s hopeful heart to be sent to the ends of the universe.
“It’s because Junior Brother Solbo is particularly strange.”
Particularly strange.
In other words, different from them.
Jeong-i had drawn a very, very large and thick line between Solbo and the other junior disciples.
“Senior Sister……?”
With the same gentle smile as always, Jeong-i turned her back with a soft motion.
“Kekeke. That’s right. If everyone were as clueless as that fellow, how would the sect operate?”
This time, Solbo’s face crumpled like a piece of wastepaper.
Gwangyo, as if that was enough, relaxed his expression and trudged forward.
In front of him was Yi Cheon-yu, who had barely managed to get up from the floor.
“A coward bastard like you will never understand, but sometimes, you have to raise your sword even when you know your opponent is strong. Didn’t you experience it just a moment ago?”
“…………!”
Although he didn’t say who, everyone’s gaze turned towards Eung Gajin.
It was because Gwangyo had beaten him so easily, but Yi Cheon-yu was the second-in-command of the Ghost Face Gang.
The gap between Gwangyo and Yi Cheon-yu was minuscule compared to the gap between Yi Cheon-yu and Eung Gajin.
But despite that, Eung Gajin had willingly brandished a desperate sword.
In many ways, it was a life that could be compared to Yi Cheon-yu’s.
“The so-called prestigious sects begin from such a spirit. The indomitable spirit to challenge even when knowing you cannot win. Even if they burn themselves out, someday those ashes will gather to form the great mountain that is the sect.”
‘Guardian……!’
Something hot surged up in Eung Gajin’s heart.
Because he never thought he would hear such words from the Mad and Aberrant Man.
“It means that trash who only do contract killings are not a target you dare to harm. Do you understand?”
Those words were directed at Eung Gajin, but on the other hand, they were also directed at a friend from the past.
The one who was his only friend.
The World's Fastest Sword.
The guilt and anger of not being able to do anything while his friend’s sect was collapsing.
It was a pain that could easily be compared to the suffering experienced by the junior disciples of the Diancang Sect.
Thwack!
Thwump!
Gwangyo hit Yi Cheon-yu with his bare hands, not the Mad Dog's Barking Palm.
It was an assault that could only be described as random, but his two fists were filled with the bitterness of the past.
In the first place, it was unusual for a member of the Beggars’ Union to insist on being called for the Diancang Sect’s revenge.
Ten years.
As the longing and apology for his friend grew, so did the hatred for the Ghost Face Gang over the years.
Thwack! Thwack!
The punches filled with resentment grew more vicious.
Yi Cheon-yu was enduring those harsh punches without being able to resist even once.
His slender body, which was like a single blade, was now swollen and covered in blood.
“That’s enough.”
Only after Biyoung’s words did Gwangyo stop punching.
For the first time in a long time, Gwangyo’s eyes were filled with madness.
“He’ll die at this rate.”
“I’m hitting him to kill him.”
“I want to do the same, but we can’t.”
“Why? Are you trying to show mercy now?”
Gwangyo tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand.
If anything, Biyoung would want to kill all the Ghost Face Gang members even more than him.
“Mercy, my ass.”
A beautiful arc formed on Biyoung’s lips.
But for some reason, it felt more terrifying than the dreadful smiles of Dancheong and his son.
“It’s just that if that guy dies too, it’ll be difficult to work.”
“Work? What work.”
Instead of answering, Biyoung looked to one side and smiled brightly.
Smirk.
The person who received the gaze also gave a very, very satisfied smile.
“Phew.”
“Here we go again.”
And the rest of the junior disciples shook their heads.
“Huh? What on earth is this all about?”
As if he couldn't understand at all, Gwangyo had a dazed expression.
Where Biyoung's gaze was directed, there was Uma.
Uma was also battered and bruised from his life-or-death battle with Jin Galsa, but he was drenched in anticipation, as if he had obtained a spirit pill.
What on earth was the ‘work’ that had to be done with Uma?
“These crazy bastards……”
The next day.
The disheveled madman Gwangyo could not bring himself to face the rising sun.
He felt so ashamed of his words about prestigious sects and the indomitable spirit that he wanted to crush himself into a rat hole.
“Hey, you psychos! How could you……!”
Things that ordinary ‘prestigious sects’ would never do.
Those things were being carried out step by step at the hands of the Diancang Sect.