The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 170

On the way to the Demonic Cult's branch, a smile slowly bloomed on my face as I seemed to understand why my master had sent me there alone.

'He's setting the stage for me to prove my strength.'

I also found out after coming here, but in fact, there was a little bit of noise about bringing me on this mission.

All the Taoists of Kunlun had stood up in opposition.

However, that opposition was not for a petty reason like keeping the Wudang Sect in check or being wary of me gaining merit.

'Taoist Master Unhwi is still young. No matter how outstanding his ability is, there are things that adults must solve.'

'If by any chance, a Taoist with such a bright future dies because of this incident, I will probably live with regret for the rest of my life. Please don't let him step forward.'

They had said this to my master and tried to persuade him to leave me in Kunlun.

Because they, who had not seen my spar with Yu Seon directly, could not guess how strong I was just by hearing about it.

Of course, since those words didn't work on my master at all, I was able to be here.

'Hwi-ya. Go and break them all.'

I feel like I can hear my master's voice saying that in my heart.

I gripped the Red Dragon Sword at my waist and thought, 'Demonic Cult guys. It's the first time I'm fighting them since I opened my new eyes.'

In fact, I don't know what the Demonic Cult looks like at this point, or what their skills are like.

The Demonic Cult of the future that I know, although their numbers are small, each and every one of them was so ridiculously strong that to kill a hundred of them, our side had to sacrifice nearly a thousand martial artists.

'It seems they are not that strong now.'

On the other hand, the Demonic Cult of now seems to have a slightly different weight to its name.

Judging by the conversation between my master and the Taoists of Kunlun, I could vaguely tell that they were not yet showing their true power to the martial world.

'It seems the Demonic Cult guys are still being treated as just some evil cult.'

Thinking so, I continued to walk towards my destination.

In fact, this area is a place I don't know well.

However, since I had perfectly learned the map given to me by Kunlun, it felt familiar, as if I had been here once before.

And on top of that, the map of Kunlun was quite accurate.

To the point where I wanted to introduce Zhuge Yun to them if I had the chance later.

"Over there... it seems to be."

How long had I been walking through the mountain path?

A rather wide basin appeared, and that basin was surrounded by a wooden fence that was a little taller than a person.

Inside the fence, there were large and small buildings, as if quite a few people were living there.

The buildings seemed quite sturdy and elaborately built for the Demonic Cult members to have built them temporarily.

I thought. That these small branches, one by one, would gather to form the great power of the Demonic Cult in the future.

"Then I just have to destroy them all."

Without even thinking of hiding, I walked confidently towards the gate made for people to go in and out of, between the fences.

When I roughly scanned the surroundings, this was the only entrance to escape.

Although a martial artist could easily jump over a shallow fence like this, I know the characteristics of these fanatics.

They do not retreat or run away easily. If there is an enemy of the cult, they are the kind of guys who would carry a straw island and jump into a fire.

"Who...?"

As I walked so confidently, the one who was surprised was a Demonic Cult member guarding the entrance.

He looked at me with wide eyes.

When I glanced to the side, there were a total of three people guarding this place.

"I said, who are you?!"

As if he were frustrated with me who was not answering at all, another man from behind the first Demonic Cult member strode towards me, and then he suddenly collapsed on the floor and began to tremble his arms and legs like a frog that had been struck by lightning.

"W-What's going on? Why are you suddenly like that?"

"Hey. Did you trip over something?"

I frowned as I saw them who had approached the fallen one in surprise.

'Are they really the Demonic Cult?'

The one who had asked me who I was a little while ago had another mouth made on his neck by my sword drawing technique, and he was pouring blood from there and falling forward.

The other two, who had not even recognized that I was using a sword, or that I was still holding a sword in my hand, screamed when they saw the blood spreading on the floor.

"B-Blood!"

"Suddenly?!"

Those words became their last words. Because at my sword that had moved once again, the two of them had their necks cut at the same time and collapsed, spewing a fountain of blood.

I shook off the blood once and then looked inside.

Although they must have let out a rather loud scream before they died, there was still no reaction.

It seems they either didn't hear the sound, or even if they did, they didn't think it was the sound of a fight.

Well, this can't be called a fight. Because they died without even being able to resist.

'This is annoying.'

But why? I should be happy that the work will go smoothly if the enemy is weak, but strangely, I was not.

Rather, I am angry.

I wish they had said that they were not the Demonic Cult guys.

'Because of these mere guys...'

Of course, it is much more likely that they are not the ones who invaded the Central Plains in the future.

The Demonic Cult is also a very large organization, and in any organization, there are always weak people who are in charge of the lower class.

Still, I am angry and annoyed. I have to kill my emotions as much as possible when I fight, but anger is starting to well up.

I found a tall watchtower-like thing right next to me that they were using as a guard post.

Although its height was not even one zhang, it was a height that seemed to be able to monitor the entire basin if you were on top of it.

But not a single one of the ones who had just died to me had gone up there.

If they had noticed me approaching sooner, there would have been a way to defend themselves somehow.

"Hoo..."

I slowly began to load my internal energy into my sword.

It is not the thin and sharp internal energy of usual.

A feeling as if it has become a club of internal energy, as I have stuffed it in as I please, according to my mood, according to my heart.

I swung that club at the watchtower.

The largest pillar supporting the watchtower was shattered in one blow.

The watchtower, which was precariously balanced, began to collapse with a loud noise only when I gave it a slight push with my foot.

By the time that sound had spread well inside the fence.

I filled my voice with internal energy and shouted inside, "You Demonic Cult bastards! I have come to punish your evil cult. Come out all at once!!"

Should I say it's a relief?

Not long after my voice echoed through the basin, several martial artists appeared in the open space where I was standing with nimble movements.

Seeing them, who looked much more skilled than the three I had killed earlier, I found myself feeling relieved for some reason.

"A child...?"

Among the thirty or so of them, a man who was wearing silk clothes alone muttered as he looked at me.

The rest were wearing clothes made of cotton cloth, and only he was wearing clothes made of silk, and the snake embroidered on the clothes was showing off its sinister appearance.

Anyone could see that he was the leader of these people. Should I call him the branch manager?

"Branch Manager. All three of them are down at the entrance."

"What? Three of them have already been taken down?"

He frowned and looked back and forth between his dead subordinates and me, and then he opened his mouth.

"Tsk. This is annoying. I'll have to step in."

The branch manager smacked his lips with an annoyed expression and then approached me, fiddling with the hilt of the sword at his waist.

As I was looking at him, a slight smile formed on my lips without my realizing it.

He was a strong person.

The true energy flowing through his body and his well-trained body seemed to let me know why he was called the branch manager.

"Tsk. You look young, but you're completely out of your mind. How dare you call the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult the Demonic Cult and an evil cult here. I will cut off your four limbs and make an example of you."

"I heard you're the branch manager, what level of position is that within the Demonic Cult?"

"This guy is calling it the Demonic Cult again?"

"It seems you have no intention of answering obediently."

"You're completely crazy!"

"Aren't you the ones who are really crazy?"

The moment I said that, I raised the energy of the Six Yang Divine Art.

The yang energy, which I can now perform as naturally as the energy of the Taiji and the energy I originally had, is filled in my sword.

The moment I raised my energy, the branch manager also exploded the heart method he had.

Although I could have jumped over his sword, I deliberately aimed for the sword.

The sword that had eaten the energy of the Six Yang Divine Art overwhelmed his sword. His two arms, which were raised as if in surrender, proved that.

The moment I was about to swing my sword at his chest, he reacted quickly.

As if he were not just a branch manager, he kicked off the ground and was pushed back as if he were falling backward.

Thanks to that, he was able to get out of the range of my sword.

He didn't rush at me again, but shouted, "Kill him!!"

The moment those words fell, the Demonic Cult guys who were around began to rush at me.

As if they had been preparing in advance, they were holding their swords, and when they swung them all at once, the sunlight reflected on the silver-white swords blinded my eyes.

But whether my eyes were visible or not, I couldn't even want to be hit by the speed of the swords that those guys were swinging.

I pushed away their weapons at once with the Nine Palaces Sword Art, and after confirming their positions by concentrating my inner strength in my eyes, this time I used the mystery of extreme speed and thrust my sword at the guy who was closest.

Among the attacks that use a sword, the one that is most difficult to block is the thrust.

Because it is an attack with a point, not a line.

And on top of that, since their level was also considerably different from mine, of course they couldn't block it.

Just before I was covered in blood, I performed a lightness skill and pulled my body back, but I couldn't prevent a lot of blood from splashing on my clothes.

Perhaps because I had forcibly pulled my body back to avoid mere blood? A few of the sharper swords among them narrowly brushed past my front, and some swords even cut my clothes.

As I felt the cool wind coming in through the hole, my mindset of facing them, and my qi sense, began to become sensitive.

'Left, avoid, left again, right.'

No longer avoiding the pouring blood, I swung and thrust my sword, focusing only on taking the enemy's life.

And so I gradually became a blood person, but the number of enemies falling to the floor increased by that much.

As the enemies decreased, they became less of a threat to me, and as they became less of a threat to me, it became easier to kill the enemies.

And so, as the number of enemies was decreasing one by one.

A rather strong sword force burst out from the small gap between a Demonic Cult member and another Demonic Cult member and clashed with my sword, creating a roar.

It was a sword swung with all his might by the branch manager, who had been hiding among his subordinates and gathering his energy.

This time, I also felt a vibration as if my hand were ringing.

A look of bewilderment is full in the branch manager's eyes that I briefly glimpse.

It seems he never thought I would block this blow so easily.

'If I had to say, it's about the level of Nangong Ryu-jin.'

He is a quite strong martial artist.

But, I am much stronger.

I kicked off the ground strongly and rushed towards him, who was hiding among his subordinates.

Two of his subordinates, as if to protect the branch manager, block me in layers in front of him.

This time, what I chose was also a thrust.

But, it is not an ordinary thrust like the one I performed earlier.

The warm energy of the Taiji that surrounds my body meets the energy of the Six Yang Divine Art and overflows like an active volcano.

There is only one place for that energy to go.

Only my Red Dragon Sword.

The energy of the Taiji embraces all the energy of the heavens and the earth, and the energy of the Six Yang Divine Art that erupts from between them creates a single point.

I thrust my sword straight at that point.

Heaven and Earth One Sword.

It was the moment when the martial arts of the Wudang Sect and the martial arts of the Hebei Peng family became completely one.

My sword pierced through the two subordinates and was embedded in the branch manager's heart.

The two in front seemed to have died instantly, and the branch manager, as if his internal energy was full, did not die right away, but no matter how much of a master he is, there is no one who can live after having their heart pierced.

"H-How..."

He uttered such a tasteless last word and then collapsed backward and his breath was cut off.

(End of Chapter)