The Genius Youngest Disciple of the Wudang Sect

Chapter 171

As I drew my sword, the three who had been pierced at once collapsed to the side, and silence fell upon the scene.

There are still quite a few of them surrounding me, and they all have expressions of astonishment.

'They said it would be about thirty. What thirty.'

Even in this serious situation, I almost burst out laughing without realizing it.

Because even if I just count the enemies I've defeated now, the number would be quite large, and at a rough estimate, the surrounding Demonic Cult members seemed to be about fifty.

I looked around at them and said, "Is this all by any chance? If there's anyone hiding, tell them to come out quickly, and if anyone wants to run away, run away as you please."

"W-What did you say?"

"Who are you and where did you come from, to suddenly do this to us?"

"Is it important who I am and where I came from? The most important thing is that you will all die here. Ah! If you want to live, there is only one way."

I pointed to one of the fences with the tip of my sword and said, "If you throw away all your weapons, raise your hands, and put your bellies against that fence, I will accept it as a sign of surrender and let you live. But there is one condition. If you want to surrender, do it now. Because I hate opportunists. I don't really like those who surrender only after exchanging a few blows and realizing that it's impossible. Because it's disgusting."

As my words ended, the Demonic Cult members began to exchange glances.

Although their leader had died in vain, there were still over fifty men surrounding me, each holding their weapons.

Therefore, it was highly likely that they did not think for a moment that they would lose.

However, since they had seen my skills earlier, at least a dozen of them would be taken as companions on the road to the underworld, and the feeling that they hoped that victim would not be them was clearly conveyed to me.

As I took a big step and walked forward, the martial artists in that direction retreated in a flurry.

The words 'cowards—' came out of my mouth on their own.

Strangely, I began to feel anger welling up in this situation.

'Because of these mere guys... no, can these mere guys even be called Demonic Cult guys?'

The Demonic Cult members I remember, although they were cruel and slightly crazy blood-soaked fanatics, were at least not cowards.

Rather, they were very stubborn.

Stubborn people who would only be satisfied if they grabbed the opponent's ankle and killed them even in a situation where they were about to die.

"W-What are you all doing? Let's kill that guy quickly! Why is everyone frozen!"

I was about to say, 'If it were you, would you step forward?', but I held it in.

And as I had thought, not a single one of the Demonic Cult members stepped forward first.

At that moment, I feel my heart freezing cold.

Usually, when facing a weak person, the motivation tends to weaken, but seeing those who are so incompetent, it seems that the desire to kill is welling up.

I kicked off the ground strongly, performed the Seven Star Steps, approached them, and began to swing my sword.

It was not that I was performing some special sword art.

Just a very basic movement of avoiding or blocking when a sword comes flying, and thrusting and cutting when an opening is seen.

But among them, there were no one who could avoid or face my sword.

The already weak guys had become even more of a rabble after losing their leader.

"You guys over there, either run away like crazy, or at least swing a sword at me!"

I shouted at those who were now running to the fence in a hurry, throwing away their weapons and starting to raise their hands.

As I said earlier, my condition was to surrender in advance before fighting.

Since it was right after the fight had started, I had no intention of letting them live.

Among them, some began to run away with their tails between their legs, just as I had said.

Rather, those guys have a higher chance of living.

Because for now, I have no intention of chasing the enemies who have gone out of the fence.

"No. We're no match for him. He's a monster!"

"Inform the main mountain. We have to get at least one more person out of here safely!"

Although I had no intention of catching them, it seemed that a quarrel had broken out among them over who would go and who would stay.

Of course, I know well that they are using such petty tricks because they all want to leave this place.

"The White King Flag Master. Let's call the White King Flag Master. He should be not far from here!"

At that time, a word came to my ears.

'White King Flag Master?'

It is a position I have never heard of.

White King Flag Master. It means the master of the white king's flag.

In this case, it can be thought of in one of two ways.

Either there is a group called the White King Flag, or it is a title referring to a martial artist who has some qualification to have the White King Flag.

"White King Flag Master? Who is that?"

I stopped the sword I was swinging like lightning and asked.

It was not that I had specified someone, but a question hoping that one of the someone who was still standing here would answer.

The moment they, who did not understand this situation, could not answer for a moment, and silence fell.

The one who was closest to me and was about to be hit by my sword opened his tightly closed eyes and said, stepping back stealthily, "He is the one who received the White King Flag from the Cult Leader. If only he comes, you...!"

He said so with a trembling voice and then kicked off the ground strongly and ran away as if he were being thrown back, and hid in the crowd.

In the meantime, the others also moved away from me.

The circle that was surrounding me in a circle seemed to have been very narrow and dense earlier, but now the space between them is sparse.

The ones standing are about thirty-five.

I had already defeated about half of the martial artists in this short time.

"The one called the White King Flag Master. Is he strong?!"

"He is strong. To the point where he can cut down a guy like you in a single blow...!"

"Really? Then call him over."

"W-What?!"

I looked around, looking for a place to wash off this sticky blood.

Originally, wherever you settle down, there is bound to be flowing water or a well.

Fortunately, it didn't take me long to find a well located in a corner.

I walked over there and said, "What are you doing? Hurry up and bring the White King Flag Master or the Black King Flag Master, or whoever."

"Do you think the White King Flag Master or the Black King Flag Master are people who will come just because a heretic like you calls them!"

"What. There's a White King Flag Master and a Black King Flag Master? At this rate, there will be a Blue King Flag Master and a Red King Flag Master too?"

"......"

Although I had said it lightly, they looked at me with wide, surprised eyes.

These uncreative things.

It seems there really are both.

In the meantime, I had reached the well, and I drew water with a bucket and poured it over my body.

The blood that had just started to dry was washed away thanks to that, and I feel refreshed.

I dried my hair and clothes in an instant by circulating the energy of the Six Yang Divine Art and said, "What are you doing? I said hurry up and call him."

"There's no need to call. He's already here."

At that time, a thick voice was heard from the entrance where I had come in.

The voice seemed to be ringing, and it seems he has a quite considerable martial art.

I turned my head and looked that way.

And then, a man wearing a pure white martial arts uniform from head to toe, with a white flag sticking out from his back, was walking inside.

Although I didn't think he was very tall or that his build was very large, he was a person who seemed to fit the expression 'sturdy' perfectly.

"Are you the one who committed this atrocity?"

"Atrocity? Atrocity... yes. From your point of view, it would be an atrocity."

I answered him in a calm voice.

"What is the reason for doing this?"

"Is there a need for a reason to clean up the Demonic Cult members?"

"By any chance... were you sent by the government?"

"The government? Haha! It seems you are also afraid of His Majesty the Emperor."

"Afraid? Ha! Not at all. I'm just curious if some fearless official broke our agreement and sent a martial artist here."

"Agreement?"

But, he could not answer my words any further.

He used a long sword that was a little shorter than his torso, and as if the scabbard were cumbersome, he drew the sword and then roughly pulled off the scabbard and threw it far away.

"Yes. I can just ask what I'm curious about later."

Thanks to the fully raised Six Yang Divine Art, my clothes were so dry that they made a rustling sound.

I spread the energy that was drying my clothes to my sword and my whole body's veins and took a step towards him.

He was in a cautious attitude.

It was probably because he had confirmed with a glance that the branch manager had died.

A master can guess how someone died just by looking at the corpse.

It seems he thought that he shouldn't ignore my strength from the way the branch manager had died.

He moved not forward, but sideways, and circled around me.

All the other martial artists had moved far back and were watching our fight.

I found that sight so funny that I let out a small laugh and shouted at them, "Let's make a bet. Those of you who think I will win, go to that corner and gather separately. I will let those guys live. But if you think this flag uncle will win, just stay where you are."

"What, flag uncle?"

"Th-That crazy bastard!"

"But if I win, I will kill you all. If you want to live, move now. The deadline is right before my sword and the flag uncle's sword clash."

At my words, the White King Flag Master was dumbfounded, and the Demonic Cult members began to exchange glances.

They exchanged glances, and not a single person moved from their spot, and I let out a deep sigh.

"Alright. It seems no one wants to live."

The moment those words ended, I kicked off the ground and rushed at the White King Flag Master.

And at the same time, the Seven Star Sword Art unfolded. As the sword force, as fast as a ray of light, rushed at him in seven directions, he was startled and swung his sword down as if to create a shield from top to bottom.

Although my Seven Star Sword Art was all blocked, he staggered for a moment from blocking my sword.

'I must not be careless. The opponent is a master.'

The moment I clashed swords with him, I instinctively felt that his skills were real.

Unlike those dregs I had massacred earlier, his martial arts skills were truly worthy of the name Demonic Cult member.

So, paradoxically, I decided to end this fight as quickly as possible.

Because if the fight drags on, the spectators will gain courage, and that courage will turn into a sword and stab me.

A heavy wind flows around my body.

The energy of the Taiji Heart Method, which I can now proudly say I have almost perfectly understood, fills my heart and limbs.

And then my senses seem to develop one step further, and the natural wind seems to coolly mess up my hair.

At the same time as the thought that I can do anything with this energy, I also feel a sense of regret.

'That guy seems to know a lot.'

A master of that level, and to the point of having a flag that he received directly from the Cult Leader on his back, he must have a lot of information.

It is highly likely that he is also well-versed in the current situation of the Demonic Cult.

But unfortunately, this time I have to kill him as quickly as possible.

Because it will be difficult to capture the opponent alive because my skills are lacking.

Of course, if I have enough time and there are no spatial constraints, I will be able to subdue him.

But this is the middle of the enemy camp, and even if they are weak, there are about thirty swords coveting my back.

This time, the martial art I chose was also the Heaven and Earth One Sword.

But, it has a very different meaning from the one I had powerfully thrust with the Six Yang Divine Art a little while ago.

Because now, rather than having a power struggle, I chose to stab him first with an extremely fast sword.

Instead of the Six Yang Divine Art, the energy of the Taiji Heart Method that fully resides in my sword and body seems to make me one with nature.

I rushed at him in an instant with a concise movement and stretched out my arm as if exploding.

The White King Flag Master was a true master.

Because even in that situation, he had spotted my opening and swung his sword.

In this short time, he must have judged.

I cannot avoid his sword. Then let's at least die together.

First, my sword pierced his heart.

He, in the short gap between his heart being split and right before he died, swung his sword at my opening.

But there was one thing he did not know, and that was that the opening he had spotted was my chest.

An opening I had intended.

The sword passed over my chest, and a sound as if metal was ringing echoed.

Although I was not cut by the sword, I received a shock as if I had been hit by a club.

But it's okay. Although it hurt, I will absolutely not die from just this.

"H-How..."

He, leaving a tasteless last word just like the branch manager who had died a little while ago, died with his eyes full of bewilderment and suspicion.

After looking at him, who had collapsed with his life extinguished, for a moment, I shouted at the Demonic Cult members who were now stealthily moving to the corner.

"Stop right there."

As if my words were a heavenly command, they obediently stopped in their tracks.

(End of Chapter)