novelraw Chapter 129 : Chapter 129
Chapter 129 : Chapter 129
Chapter 129 - I Am Proud of You
“Uwooooooooooh!!”
At one man’s kiai, the mountain birds hidden in the darkness flutter their wings.
“Keuaaaaaat!”
The situation was the same for the man swinging his sword on the opposite side.
He too was exerting all his might, letting out a strange cry that was ambiguously between a scream and a kiai.
Biyoung’s words, ‘training starts now’, were no empty boast.
The slaves… no, the remaining forces of the Ghost Face Gang moved forward with the luggage, and Eung Gajin and Uma followed behind them, extending their swords.
An outsider might misunderstand the scene as them performing a sword dance to hurry the porters along.
Clop, clop.
The footsteps rushing towards revenge were like the wind.
But the road back after completing the revenge was slow.
It was because the speed of the porters and carriages, laden with spoils of war, was slow.
The reason the Diancang Sect chose to camp out at the foot of the mountain tonight was the same.
A few campfires and minimal bedding were laid on the ground, and even then, the kiai sounds of the two men did not cease.
“One thousand eight hundred and ninety! One thousand eight hundred and ninety-one!”
“Heuaap!”
Clang!
One man repeated the same motion to the point of nauseating the onlookers, while the other man continuously clashed swords with a young, green swordsman.
Not only the junior disciples of the Diancang Sect, but even the Ghost Face Gang porters, who had been worked like cattle for the past few days, began to look at the two men with pity.
‘They’re going to die soon at this rate.’
‘So damn pitiful.’
‘It’s better to carry luggage and walk.’
‘Isn’t that blood seeping through the bandages?’
The training of the two men was so harsh that the porters momentarily forgot their own plight.
What was strange was the two men’s attitude towards training.
Their faces were tense with poison, and their eyes were bloodshot, yet not once did they complain about the training.
Even though it was a training ordered by a junior brother who was several years younger than them.
Even a person with great patience would have thrown down their sword long ago.
But unlike their grim faces, their actions obediently followed his instructions.
“Two thousand two hundred and thirty! Two thousand two hundred and thirty-one!”
“Dieeeee!”
Clang!
At this point, it was a living hell for the members of the Ghost Face Gang as well.
The food provided was a minuscule amount, just enough to not die, and they were worked all day long.
They were about to camp out with their exhausted bodies, and on top of that, they couldn’t even sleep comfortably.
Clang!
Kaaang!
The kiai of the two men and the sound of swords clashing.
They try to force themselves to sleep on the uncomfortable bedding, but soon their sleep is broken by a sound that feels like it will tear their eardrums.
‘Hey, you sons of bitches…… let me sleep……!’
‘Don’t those guys have a distinction between day and night……! Just how long are they going to swing their swords!’
‘We need to sleep soundly to be able to carry the luggage and move tomorrow!’
They say humans are creatures of adaptation.
The days of living in luxury in the Changsha region had become a thing of the past, and the hearts of the Ghost Face Gang members had transformed into those of ordinary porters working for a merchant group.
Please.
Let us sleep.
You damn bastards!!
Perhaps the porters’ desperate wish was answered.
Uma, who was being relentlessly pushed back by Biyoung’s sword, finally found a move.
Flash!
The place where Uma’s murderous gaze was directed.
The ‘Extreme Point’, which was said to appear just before death, appeared before his eyes.
“Dieeeee!”
As if he didn’t know he was in the middle of training.
Or perhaps he did and was doing it anyway.
For a kiai directed at a junior brother, an excessively ominous word burst out.
Swish!
“Ah……!”
“Oh!”
At that exquisite move, Jeong-i and Danseol simultaneously let out exclamations of admiration.
In a disadvantageous battle situation, the current attack seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Kaaaaang!
However, the desperate move that Uma had extended once again only served to wake the porters.
Biyoung’s scabbard, held up in front of his body.
Uma’s sword was blocked there.
Thud.
“Heok…… heok……”
It was the final blow that had squeezed out every last bit of his strength.
With even that blocked, Uma seemed to have no strength left to stand.
“Damn it. I thought I’d succeed this time for sure.”
“It would have been a big problem if you had succeeded. Did you forget you just told me to die?”
“Why. I was serious.”
Uma spat once and then lay down flat on his back.
Knowing that he was in no condition to swing his sword anymore, Biyoung also left Uma alone.
“Two thousand three hundred and seventy-nine! Two thousand three hundred and eighty!”
“Looks like that side has reached its limit too.”
Biyoung looked towards Eung Gajin with a strange expression.
He too seemed to have lost the strength in his legs, as he was lying on the ground, only flailing his arms.
Should he scold him for the half-assed training, or should he be proud of him for swinging his sword even in such a state?
In any case, it seemed both of them had exhausted their strength.
“Alright. Let’s stop now and sleep.”
At Biyoung’s words, everyone at the scene let out a sigh of relief.
Because no one could fall asleep until the training was over.
Because it was so damn loud.
“You monster-like bastard……”
Uma, who had been panting for a while and had caught his breath, glared at Biyoung.
“I told you not to look at me like that in the middle of the night. You’ll appear in my dreams.”
“Is that what a guy who managed to make me see the Extreme Point has to say?”
The Extreme Point only appears when one is on the brink of life and death.
That meant that Biyoung had pushed Uma to the point of suffocation.
But Biyoung just grinned as if it were nothing.
“Don’t be a baby. You’ll be seeing it every day from now on.”
No matter how brave a person was, they would not want to taste the brink of life and death every day.
But Uma bared his teeth and smiled.
In the first place, this man’s temperament was also not that of an ordinary psycho.
“But…… there is one thing I’m curious about.”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“The Life-or-Death Extreme Point makes it possible to subdue an opponent who is one step above me. I know this well because I have experienced it myself.”
“What. You’ve already named it?”
The smile on Biyoung’s lips deepened slightly.
Life-or-Death Extreme Point.
Wasn’t it a special extreme point that only appeared when one burned with anger on the brink of life and death?
He thought it was a pretty well-coined name.
“But, even after discovering the Life-or-Death Extreme Point and striking a blow, it was blocked too easily. Is there also a way to overcome this?”
“What do you mean, a way to overcome it…… that’s a reason that doesn’t even need to be explained.”
“Hmm?”
Biyoung suddenly puffed out his chest.
“Do you think I’m an opponent who is only one. step. above you? Between the current Senior Brother Uma and me, there is a difference as big as heaven and earth! From my perspective, it’s nothing more than a sword strike that has developed from a toenail to a toe!”
“A t-toe?”
Even so.
Was there anyone who would describe their senior brother’s swordsmanship in this way?
Uma’s already hideous face contorted violently.
“Hey. That expression is forbidden.”
“A t-toe……”
“If you’re pissed, train. As you said, Senior Brother, using the Extreme Point allows you to exert more power than usual. Conversely, the more your original skill improves, the stronger the power of the Extreme Point will become.”
“…………!”
“Sole-Killing Extreme Point Hwang Bi. That was why that friend could swing his sword alongside the World's Fastest Sword on his right. Although he had only mastered the Sun-Shooting Sword Art to the fifth stage, other orthodox masters did not dare to challenge him. Because once that friend used the Extreme Point, the tide of battle could not be predicted.”
“I see……”
Uma, who had been listening with a dazed expression for a moment, suddenly glared.
“Wait a minute. Did you just call someone who is a senior generation to your senior uncle ‘that friend’? Are you really crazy?”
“……Ah.”
While reminiscing for a moment, he had used a title based on the standards of the World's Fastest Sword.
At times like this, changing the subject was the best policy.
“Anyway, I gained one thing from today’s training.”
“Gained something?”
“I figured out to what extent I need to push you for the Extreme Point to appear. From tomorrow, I’ll be able to torment…… push you more efficiently.”
“I think I heard something strange.”
“Hey. It’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding.”
Uma looked at Biyoung with a suspicious eye for a moment, then closed his eyes in that state.
“Well. Whatever. Getting friendly with that Extreme Point thing is the first priority anyway.”
Although he spoke roughly, Uma knew Biyoung’s true intentions.
Biyoung was developing the skills of the junior disciples according to their individual characteristics.
It would have been impossible without a special interest in each and every swordsman.
‘He’s willingly taking on a troublesome task, so I can’t just grumble.’
Just as Uma was thinking that and about to close his eyes.
“Three thousand and eleven! Three thousand and twelve!”
At the continuing kiai, Biyoung shouted.
“Ah! Just stop and sleep!”
“Junior Brother. Senior Brother Eung Gajin is sleep-talking right now. He’s not training.”
“……Ah.”
He had repeated the motion until he was sick and tired of it.
Eung Gajin was repeating the Nine-Shooting One Flash even in his dreams.
How pitiful.
***
“I greet the Sect Leader.”
At Eung Gajin’s greeting, all the junior disciples bowed their heads.
“Holhol. Did you have a good trip?”
The Sect Leader of the Diancang Sect.
Jeokseo saw the expressions on the children’s faces.
The faces of the junior disciples, who had finally achieved their long-cherished wish, were filled with pride and a sense of accomplishment.
And one more thing.
An emotion that was not seen before peeked out its head.
Pride.
Now, the name Diancang Sect had become a source of pride for them.
‘They’ve all grown up.’
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The emotions Jeokseo felt as he looked at the junior disciples were something others could not dare to guess.
They were children who had been driven out to Simao in their ignorant childhood and had grown up through all sorts of hardships.
Those children had grown up like this and finally succeeded in their revenge.
There were many things he wanted to say, but for Jeokseo now, this one phrase was enough.
“I am proud of you.”
“…………!”
The hearts of the junior disciples soared high into the sky.
“Hey. You shouldn’t be saying such things already.”
A handsome young man stepped forward and puffed out his chest.
“Hmm?”
“It’s not like we just settled the past and came back. We came back with the future in both hands, you know?”
As the handsome man jutted his chin, the people who followed behind him put down their luggage with faces as if they were about to die.
Then they began to unpack their bundles.
“Who are those people? And what are all those piles of luggage and carriages?”
“I told you.”
Biyoung beams with a broad smile.
Was it a delusion that he looked happier now than when he said he had completed his revenge?
By the time the bundles were being unpacked one by one, Biyoung spread his arms wide to the sides.
“I brought the future.”
Sparkle, sparkle.
“N-no……!!”
“This is……!?”
Jeokseo, as well as the elders of the Diancang Sect who were watching with pleased expressions, simultaneously dropped their jaws.
Gold and treasures.
Literally dazzling gold and treasures were piled up before their eyes like a mountain.
The money in the vault of the Tiger-Bear Stronghold and the money received from the O Family Manor were not to be ignored, but in front of the current gold and treasures, it was an enormous amount that could be called ‘mere pennies’.
“This is the fortune that the Ghost Face Gang has accumulated in the Changsha region over the years. I wanted to bring everything, but I couldn’t. Here, these are the promissory notes.”
An enormous stack of promissory notes, enough to write a book, was placed in Jeokseo’s hand.
Having witnessed the immense fortune before him, Jeokseo honestly expressed his feelings.
“This is enough money to make one want to live a long life.”
“Hehe.”
It was a statement that would have made other sects jump up and down if they had heard it.
An orthodox martial arts sect rooted in Daoism.
And it was a statement made not by anyone else, but by the Sect Leader!
Smirk.
But no one here was surprised by the Sect Leader’s words.
How many years had they suffered in Simao without enough to eat?
To them, money was survival, and the future.
Just as Biyoung had introduced it.
“Ah, and these slaves here……”
He doesn’t even correct himself to say ‘porters’ anymore.
Biyoung, with a mischievous face, introduced the men he had worked for days.
“Are the managers of the Ghost Face Gang.”
Ghost Face Gang.
The elders of the Diancang Sect, who had been looking at the gold and treasures with emotional faces, changed their expressions to that of an ogre in an instant.
At that sudden change, the exhausted slaves swallowed hard.
“The business is finished…… what should we do with them now. Should we cut off their heads?”
Biyoung said it jokingly, but to them, it sounded like a heart-freezing death sentence.
“Holholhol. Well now…… what should we do?”
Jeokseo’s mouth was still smiling, but his long, drooping eyes had turned into those of a ghost.
All the Ghost Face Gang members swallowed dryly.