novelraw Chapter 170 : Chapter 170
Chapter 170 : Chapter 170
Chapter 170 - Try it if you can
Tadang!
This is why experience is a frightening thing.
Who knew the fight with Yi Cheon-yu would be this helpful?
Eung Gajin barely managed to block the sword Jun-il extended right in front of his chest.
‘A stroke of luck.’
That was how Eung Gajin evaluated the exchange just now.
Normally, it was a blow he would have allowed eight or nine times out of ten.
However, Eung Gajin, who had recalled Yi Cheon-yu’s sword strike in his mind, had instinctively succeeded in defending.
“?!”
The eyes of his opponent, Jun-il, widened.
It was a sword strike extended with the scabbard on, so it wasn't lethal.
However, he had put enough force to inflict a decent amount of damage, but he had never expected it to be blocked midway.
“You bastard……”
The emotion that came after the bewilderment was embarrassment.
What kind of utter disgrace was this?
To have his sword strike blocked in a place surrounded by so many people.
The skin around his scarred nose turned red.
“A four-knot swordsman taking the first strike against someone much younger……?”
“Even if it’s not a duel but a place to catch a thief…… isn’t there no physical evidence yet?”
“What a ridiculous sight. And to think that attack didn’t even work.”
The murmuring sounds from the surroundings clearly entered Jun-il’s ears.
They must have whispered quietly, thinking they were being careful, but the senses of masters far surpassed those of ordinary people.
Jun-il’s expression hardened like a sheet of ice.
‘I was going to beat him up a bit and search the room…….’
He changed his mind.
Jun-il resolved to turn Eung Gajin into a half-dead vegetable.
Although he hadn't been serious, among the three-knot swordsmen he had brought, there were almost no disciples who could block his sword strike.
If he let this guy go easily, he would be a constant nuisance to his disciples in the martial arts tournament.
Only a few days remained until the martial arts tournament.
If he beat him to a pulp here, Eung Gajin would not be able to participate in the tournament.
Sssss…….
An unusual energy spread out from around Jun-il’s body.
Eung Gajin unwittingly swallowed his saliva.
He could feel on his skin that his opponent was getting serious.
‘Can I really block this man’s sword?’
Knowing it was impossible, Eung Gajin still infused strength into the sword in his hand.
Woong…….
A brilliant blue sword aura formed on the blade of Eung Gajin’s sword.
Voices of admiration erupted from various places among the crowd.
However, those voices were buried by Jun-il’s sword strike.
Pababak!
Jun-il’s figure moved at a speed incomparable to before.
Eung Gajin had estimated Jun-il’s skills to be around Yi Cheon-yu’s level, but that assumption was wrong.
Jun-il was a swordsman at least one level above Yi Cheon-yu.
Kang!
Once again, sword and sword clashed.
However, this time it was not Eung Gajin who defended.
Jun-il’s lightning-fast sword path had struck Eung Gajin’s cumbersome sword.
“Keuk!”
It was worthy of applause just for not dropping his sword.
However, he could do nothing about his chest being wide open due to the opponent’s blow.
‘Damn it.’
Along with the immense pain transmitted from his fingertips, Eung Gajin bit his lip hard.
Soon, this man’s merciless sword strike would crush his body.
‘You arrogant brat. I’ll make you feel to your bones what it means to pick a fight with the Mount Heng Sect.’
It was when Jun-il was closing in on Eung Gajin with a bitter smile.
Jiriririt!
Jun-il’s body, which was about to swing his sword at any moment, froze like a stone.
He instinctively leaped back, creating distance from Eung Gajin.
A suffocatingly vicious and sinister pressure.
It was because he had felt it coming from Eung Gajin.
“?”
“Why is he suddenly doing that?”
“Why would he back off after neutralizing his opponent?”
Right.
Jun-il wanted to ask himself that too.
Why he had felt that sensation.
Jun-il tried hard to pull a similar pressure from the depths of his memory.
And he finally found it.
This was the ‘killing intent’ he had felt when facing an absolute master on the battlefield.
‘Was I scared? Me?’
To put it simply, he had been intimidated by his opponent's energy.
To be scared of a worthless next-generation disciple and withdraw his sword himself.
It was a story so shameful he couldn't even speak of it anywhere.
“Aigoo~ What is all this~”
Just then.
A strange voice came from behind Eung Gajin.
“?”
“It was already crowded and I had a hard time, but it’s even worse here?”
From behind Eung Gajin, who was sighing in relief, a figure that had been overlapping with him slowly revealed itself.
“!”
Jun-il could finally understand the situation from a moment ago.
He had not been scared by Eung Gajin’s energy.
He had been confused because the direction was the same, but it was the energy of the man standing ‘behind’ Eung Gajin.
“Who are you?”
Jun-il asked in a voice full of anger.
Although he was another swordsman, there was little difference in his young age.
No.
In fact, the newly appeared swordsman looked even younger than Eung Gajin.
Was he really scared of a man who hadn’t even finished growing?
“I heard someone was making some ridiculous threats, so I came to see.”
With a bright, yet somehow eerie smile.
Biyoung walked out step by step.
***
“You’re always telling me not to cause trouble, so what is this mess?”
At Biyoung’s words, one corner of Eung Gajin’s mouth went up.
“Sometimes in life, a cart will run into you even when you’re standing still.”
“This is one of those cases?”
“That’s right.”
Although he was giving him a hard time, he had heard the whole story from Solbo.
Mount Heng Sect.
A sect from the Nine Sects One Union, with whom they already had bad blood, had picked a fight.
For the first time in a long while, Biyoung had used the Vast Sky Eagle Body Method at full power.
His speed was a level that his fellow disciples could not possibly follow.
Paat!
Paat!
Two swordsmen appeared one after another in front of the inn a bit late.
One beautiful female swordsman, and one sturdily built male swordsman with anxious eyes.
“Junior Sister Jeong……! Solbo……!”
Eung Gajin called their names in a glad voice.
Regardless of the current situation, seeing all his comrades gathered seemed to give him strength he didn't have before.
“I asked who you are!”
As if to pour cold water on Eung Gajin’s emotions, an angry voice was heard.
A man with exquisitely sculpted, handsome features stepped forward.
“Biyoung of the Diancang Sect.”
When Biyoung introduced himself, the reaction from the crowd came out before Jun-il could even say a word.
“Biyoung? Then that man is?”
“To think that rumored Biyoung was such a young friend……!”
“Ooh! To think I would see Young Hero Biyoung here……!”
The rumors about the Diancang Sect were already constantly circulating in Xi'an.
Especially, Biyoung was the man at the center of those romantic rumors.
‘Damn it…….’
An even more one-sided atmosphere was formed than with Eung Gajin earlier.
At this rate, instead of catching a thief, they would become the supporting cast for the Diancang Sect.
‘There’s no good in dragging this out.’
With that thought, Jun-il strained his throat.
“Nothing will change just because your numbers have increased. Either cooperate with the room search or admit you are the thieves.”
The tip of the scabbard Jun-il extended was aimed at Biyoung.
Everyone’s gaze turned to Biyoung’s lips.
Soon, a voice full of spirit flowed from between his lips.
“Try it if you can.”
“!”
At Biyoung’s response, the crowd looked on with half admiration and half worry.
The sight of him showing his spirit towards a four-knot swordsman was very picturesque, but in their eyes, it clearly looked like a relationship between an egg and a rock.
“Don’t regret it.”
Instead of answering, Biyoung drew the sword at his waist.
And this action enraged Jun-il once more.
Because Biyoung, like himself, had not unsheathed his sword.
But unlike Jun-il, who was glaring murderously, Biyoung’s gaze was on the next-generation disciples.
“Watch carefully.”
“…………?”
“With the martial arts of the Mount Heng Sect, you cannot defeat the Diancang Sect.”
“!!!”
By the time the next-generation disciples’ eyes had widened, Jun-il couldn't hold back and stamped his foot.
Hwaaak!
As a result, this first strike was also Jun-il’s.
At that shameless development, the crowd narrowed their eyes again, but Jun-il had already put on a thick face since dealing with Eung Gajin.
This was not a duel but the act of catching a thief, so there was no reason to yield the first strike even if he was a next-generation disciple.
‘My mind has changed.’
Seeing Biyoung’s arrogant and presumptuous appearance, Jun-il changed his mind.
The martial arts tournament was not the issue; he would make him a cripple for life.
A vicious sword strike, unbelievably so for being in its scabbard, poured down towards Biyoung’s shoulder.
Boong!
The wind pressure he created sent the sleeves and hair of the crowd flying.
“?”
It was a truly destructive blow, but it was completely different from what Jun-il had expected.
He had expected to see one of Biyoung’s arms dangling after a powerful tearing sound.
However, what was given to Jun-il was a hollow sound of cutting through the air and a blurry afterimage of Biyoung.
‘What is this……?’
It was when Jun-il urgently turned his head to find Biyoung’s figure.
Kwang!
“Keuk!”
A dizzying impact, as if seeing stars before his eyes, was transmitted from his shoulder.
Jun-il quickly used his footwork to retreat.
At some point, Biyoung had swung his sword from his right flank.
“…………!”
Jun-il, who had barely regained his posture, glared at Biyoung as if to kill him.
Biyoung was slowly massaging his own neck while holding the sword.
Ssssss.
The man who had been grinning and gently provoking him until a moment ago was already gone.
The uncontrollable wolf, who was called the Mad Wolf of Diancang during his time as the World’s Fastest Sword, was baring its vicious teeth at him.
Jiriririt.
“…………!”
Yes.
This was the sensation.
The sensation that had forced him to retreat when he was about to swing his sword at Eung Gajin.
Jun-il was once again feeling that suffocating pressure.
It was unbelievable.
A four-knot swordsman of the Mount Heng Sect was being pushed back in momentum by a man of a third-generation disciple’s age?
“Uwaaaak!”
Perhaps wanting to escape that sensation that seemed to crush his whole body, Jun-il took the first strike once again.
Sweeeek!
Jun-il’s sword path now aimed for Biyoung’s left thigh.
Although it was still in its scabbard, it was an attack containing the form of the Five-Path Sword Art, the fundamental swordsmanship of the Mount Heng Sect.
Paang!
However, this time too, Biyoung’s body disappeared from Jun-il’s sight like a phantom.
“!”
What kind of ghost’s trick was this?
It was possible not to be able to catch up to an opponent’s speed, but not being able to even follow with the eyes was something only possible when there was a difference of two levels or more.
Could it be that the brat in front of him was that strong of an opponent?
The answer came not in words, but in an impact to his thigh.
Kwang!
“Keuk!”
Jun-il staggered in a half-crouched position.
But perhaps because his pride as a four-knot swordsman remained.
Even while barely stopping himself from falling to one side, Jun-il’s sword aimed for Biyoung’s side.
Kwang!
“Keureuk…….”
Unfortunately, this time too, the groan came not from Biyoung, but from Jun-il’s mouth.
In the suffocating agony, Jun-il bit his lip until it bled.
‘This son of a bitch. Could it be……!’
Shoulder and thigh.
And even the side.
The brat was blatantly returning the attacks to the areas he had aimed for.
The crowd had not noticed yet, but if there was a skilled swordsman in this place, it was a development so humiliating that their face would be burning.
“Hoo, hook.”
Jun-il, who had created distance by flailing his arms ungracefully, tried to catch his breath.
Sreung.
Then he drew the sharp blue blade from its scabbard.
“!”
At the sight of him now not hesitating to kill, the faces of the crowd filled with astonishment.
However, Biyoung, the person in question, instead bared his teeth and smiled.
“You want to see blood in the end?”
Looking at his relaxed response and warm smile, it seemed as if the positions of the senior master and the brat had been reversed.
‘Let’s see how long you can afford to be so relaxed.’
A dazzling sword aura rose from the tip of Jun-il’s sword.
The sharpness of Jun-il with his real sword was indeed great.
Those who had not learned internal energy felt a stinging sensation on their skin just by being nearby.
Gulp.
It was a situation where a bloody battle could break out at any moment and it wouldn't be strange at all.
It was when everyone was watching the two men with tense eyes.
“My, why is everyone so fast?”
A peaceful voice that didn't fit the atmosphere at all was heard.
Everyone on the scene turned their gaze to the source of the voice.
In that spot.
An ugly man, whose face would make one frown even from a distance, was standing at the entrance of the inn.