The Mad Dog Inspector of the Martial Alliance

Chapter 126 : Black Killing Hegemon King (2)

Those who had gathered to subjugate the Four Black Alliance were currently divided into two groups and were being operated. The assault group that attacked the headquarters, and the encirclement group that surrounded and annihilated the fleeing ones.

Jang So-gil was walking towards the 'Left Life Gate', one of the two gates that the assault group was entering. If he continued to walk like this and went outside the headquarters, Jang So-gil's honor would fall to the ground.

'Because it would look like I ran away after causing a discord, without even being able to finish the subjugation of the Four Black Alliance.'

But it was the same for Ha Hu-yeong. If he let Jang So-gil leave like this, the commotion would end with the Four Black Alliance in ashes. And Ha Hu-yeong, who had not shown himself until the end, would be labeled as the runaway leader of the Four Black Alliance.

Although Jang So-gil's reputation as an inspector would fall to the ground, Ha Hu-yeong's reputation would be thoroughly trampled by muddy feet. It was more fatal for Ha Hu-yeong than for Jang So-gil.

So if he hadn't run away yet, he would definitely approach.

'Where would be a good place for him to attack?'

Jang So-gil, recalling the terrain he had seen while entering, chose a place that would be good for Ha Hu-yeong to attack.

The current headquarters of the Four Black Alliance was in a state of utter ruin. The groups of the Black Way had originally built secret passages between buildings and had set traps in preparation for an attack. There were those among the martial artists of the Martial Alliance and the orthodox sect who knew of their such habits, and since they did not have the ability to deal with the traps, they had decided to just destroy all the hideouts and buildings.

If you destroyed it, you didn't have to worry about traps. So they had set fire here and there to burn them, or had collapsed the buildings.

Among the ruins, a few good places could be seen. The ruins of a huge pillar that had been burned, the earth that had been piled up on one side due to the fight that had overturned the ground. A collapsed wall. Jang So-gil, pretending to have no thoughts, stealthily walked past that place.

Then, a chill ran down his neck. It was a chill that was sharper and clearer than the cold qi of the Soul-Stealing Ice Art that Jang So-gil had created. Because it contained malice, it also had a sticky feeling.

Jang So-gil, reflexively, quickly stepped on his lightness skill. With a 'seukak' sound, the wall next to him was cut diagonally.

"You're a lucky fellow!"

As if he had sprung from the ground, a man suddenly appeared in front of Jang So-gil. He twisted his body with the momentum of having cut the wall by swinging the sickle in his hand and continued his attack again.

It was not a large scythe, but a small sickle that farmers used to cut rice. For a nickname like the Black Killing Hegemon King, he was using a rather shabby weapon. The sight of him holding such a sickle in each hand was amusing, if you could call it that.

But just as the Dark Cloud Guest had been, even if the groups of the Black Way looked shabby on the outside, once you actually faced them, you were not in a position to laugh.

The blade of the sickle was imbued with 'gang qi'. The pitch-black gang qi, which told the reason why he had been given the nickname of 'Black Kill', cut the wall like tofu.

"Damn it!"

Jang So-gil, infusing his sword with formless qi to create sword qi, had reached the realm of a 'sword qi merchant' who could harm the opponent with that sword qi. But the opponent was in the realm of 'sword qi becomes gang', who could create gang qi. No, since he did not use a sword as a weapon, it should be called 'saber gang' imbued on one blade. In other words, 'saber qi becomes gang'.

In any case, sword qi could not block gang qi. If it touched, you would die.

He barely avoided Ha Hu-yeong's sickle, which had been swung again. Even though it hadn't touched him directly, the ground was deeply gouged in a straight line. Jang So-gil, with a nimble movement like a swallow, kicked off the collapsed wall and leaped.

"As a martial artist, how about introducing yourself?"

"I know you, and you know me. There's no need for introductions, is there?"

"Aigoo, what a bleak person."

Ha Hu-yeong did not hide his impatient attitude. He was afraid of reinforcements. But Jang So-gil also could not hide his impatience.

Ha Hu-yeong was clearly a master above him. A master among peak masters, who even Man Bakja looked down on as an underling. Since such a person was rushing at him with the intention of killing him, it was hard to even breathe.

Ha Hu-yeong, who was holding the sickles in both hands in a reverse grip after spinning them half a turn, moved his hands. The black gang qi that was glittering from the sickles assailed Jang So-gil from all directions.

It was not just a matter of imbuing the weapon with gang qi, but he could also throw it. 'Flying gang' was a high-level technique among the techniques of handling gang qi. The reason why the Black Killing Hegemon King, Ha Hu-yeong, was called the strongest in the Black Way was understood in one go.

"Can you receive my 'Black Killing Heavenly Gang'!"

The 'Black Killing Heavenly Gang', the signature supreme skill that had led Ha Hu-yeong to this position, was unfolded. Jang So-gil, seeing the enormous number of gang qi bundles that were rushing in with the momentum to fill the sky, clenched his molars and infused true qi into the White Azure Divine Sword.

If you couldn't avoid it, you had to strike back.

'They say the strength of flying gang is lower.'

Since it was not a direct weapon touch but was pulled out and thrown, its strength was relatively weak.

But that was only relative. Still, gang qi was gang qi, so it was stronger than sword qi. The general opinion was that it could not be blocked with sword qi.

The trajectory of the Black Killing Heavenly Gang was reflected in Jang So-gil's pupils. Jang So-gil swung the White Azure Divine Sword along that trajectory.

There was something he believed in. The White Azure Divine Sword was a divine artifact of the North Sea Ice Palace. The gap between an ordinary sickle that a farmer would use and the White Azure Divine Sword was heaven and earth.

Wouldn't a confrontation between the saber gang created from an ordinary sickle and the sword qi created from a divine weapon be a fight worth trying?

The saber gang and the sword qi met, and a strong wind burst out. Jang So-gil's hair scattered like a wave.

One strike, two strikes, three strikes. The number of attacks of the Black Killing Heavenly Gang that had been unfolded in a flash exceeded thirty.

Jang So-gil received that attack as if he were possessed. Blood flowed from the hand holding the sword. Unable to withstand the shock, his palm had burst.

Still, Jang So-gil did not even notice that and concentrated. If he did not respond with his whole body and soul, he would die in one form. It was that powerful an attack.

It was truly a marvelous concentration and visual acuity.

A strange light appeared in Ha Hu-yeong's eyes.

"This, I can't just ignore him as an underling."

His judgment was also excellent. When an underling faced a master, they had to resist each and every move with all their might, without any distribution of power. How, even though his experience was shallow, he seemed to know that.

Jang So-gil had blocked the Black Killing Heavenly Gang in that way. It was a surprising thing.

But the surprising moment continued. The brief gap after blocking the Black Killing Heavenly Gang. Jang So-gil, who had obtained that miraculous time, did not even control his breathing. Suppressing the breath that had risen to his chin with his will, he used the Cloud Dragon Nine Forms to the fullest and once again kicked off the wall and the empty air to increase the distance.

With the unique lightness skill that seemed to be clad in wind, Jang So-gil's blue hem fluttered.

"You bastard!"

Jang So-gil turned his body as it was and ran away. But it was not a convulsive escape chosen out of fear in front of an unimaginably strong enemy. It was a calm and composed movement. It was the exact escape route that a person who had surveyed the terrain in advance would choose.

And that route was also the entry route of the Four Black Alliance's assault group. At the end of Jang So-gil's gaze was the additional support unit of the assault group.

It was clearly a pre-planned movement. Ha Hu-yeong realized that Jang So-gil's actions until now had been a bait to draw him out.

"You're quite smart."

Ha Hu-yeong twisted the corner of his mouth. It didn't matter if it was a bait. That fellow was that much of an attractive reward.

There was someone who would buy that fellow's head at a high price. It was an enormous reward that could compensate for the loss of losing the Four Black Alliance.

Ha Hu-yeong, following Jang So-gil, roughly kicked the ground and leaped. With each step, a powerful aura tore through the dust and spread.

If Jang So-gil's lightness skill was like the wind, Ha Hu-yeong's lightness skill was like a rock. Hard and rough. It was a hegemonic step that would turn anyone who came across it into a bloody mess.

"Eot!"

The footsteps of the assault group, which was moving for reinforcement, and Jang So-gil's footsteps crossed. Jang So-gil shouted urgently.

"It's the Black Killing Hegemon King!"

"......!!"

Ten martial artists of the assault group simultaneously drew their weapons and blocked the space between Jang So-gil and Ha Hu-yeong. They also knew that the success or failure of this war depended on the Ghost King and the Black Killing Hegemon King. They had to become a wall to protect the Ghost King.

Ha Hu-yeong rushed at them. He did not even swing his sickle. It was because he thought it was not worth wasting his internal energy on martial artists of this level.

A black wave arose with Ha Hu-yeong at the center. People were scattered in all directions without even being able to scream. Ten martial artists were suppressed in an instant just because they were in the path of his movement.

Fortunately, no one had lost their life. They had benefited from the fact that Ha Hu-yeong had saved his internal energy. But avoiding instant death was the limit.

Leaving behind the weapons and people flying like pebbles, Jang So-gil continued to use his lightness skill.

'Brother Hui was right. I shouldn't have confronted that.'

The acquisition of the Zixia Divine Art was not the problem. The level was just different. That was a disaster that should not be confronted with Jang So-gil's martial arts level.

But who was confronting him because he wanted to? Wasn't it Jang So-gil who had volunteered to be the bait to catch the carp?

He had played the role of the bait excellently. But the Lamp of Enlightenment was not coming.

'That son of a bitch, why isn't he coming?!'

The premise of the operation was twisted. It was clear that the Lamp of Enlightenment had had a change of heart.

Jang So-gil, who was grinding his teeth, Ha Hu-yeong shouted from behind him.

"You won't be able to run away any further."

Although the Cloud Dragon Nine Forms was a martial art of a much higher level than the lightness skill that Ha Hu-yeong used, so Jang So-gil was clearly superior in speed. But Ha Hu-yeong could still use the Black Killing Heavenly Gang in that state.

"Receive it once more!"

The black saber gang unfolded again. Jang So-gil, convulsively swinging his sword, struck the saber gang in front of him.

Although he had somehow managed to block it, he had lost his balance from the reaction. He stretched out his left arm to regain his balance as he was about to fall forward.

He rolled once on the ground, scratching the ground. The marks of his fingers, which contained internal energy, were long engraved on the ground.

In between, this time Ha Hu-yeong swung the sickle, which was clad in saber gang, directly. It was a continuous attack that gave no time to catch one's breath.

Due to the continuous offensive, Jang So-gil's lungs were in a state of being shriveled without a single breath of air. With the momentum to pull out his internal organs, he forcibly raised his internal energy and clad himself in sword qi.

At that moment, 'hijuk', the corner of Ha Hu-yeong's mouth went up.

The flow of time felt slow, as if it had stopped, and the corner of his mouth was clearly visible. It was the smile of a person who was confident of victory because things were going according to his plan.

That meant Jang So-gil's judgment was wrong.

It was not the flying gang that was thrown, but the saber gang that was directly unfolded on the weapon, so it could not be blocked with his own sword qi.

Even the White Azure Divine Sword could not block it. His smile proved that.

And the killing intent reflected in his eyes. That killing intent was clearly the killing intent of a person who was trying to kill.

The Black Killing Hegemon King was aiming for Jang So-gil's neck with that sickle. He had no intention of making him a prisoner for negotiation.

'What should I do?'

Jang So-gil was unusually quick-witted. Because his visual acuity was good, he could observe the opponent's expression and actions.

But that was only half the explanation. The real reason it was possible was because of the speed of his thoughts.

Jang So-gil did not live in the same time as others. When others had one thought, he could have ten thoughts.

Since he could reconsider and review ten times when others reconsidered once, it was the same as receiving ten times the time limit given for each move when playing Go.

Before the corner of Ha Hu-yeong's mouth had fully risen, Jang So-gil had changed his mind. He changed the direction of the true qi he was sending to the White Azure Divine Sword and instead let go of the sword.

The sword slowly fell. In the meantime, he put his opposite hand in his bosom. The movement of putting his hand in his bosom was more concise than swinging it.

He fired the True Thunder Roar with the hand he had put in his bosom. There was no need to aim. Because Ha Hu-yeong was approaching right in front of him.

The iron needle of the True Thunder Roar flew. Ha Hu-yeong blocked the iron needle with the sickle in his left hand. The sickle clad in saber gang was a shield in itself.

With a metallic sound, the True Thunder Roar was blocked. Was the struggle over now, Ha Hu-yeong's eyes seemed to ask.

Jang So-gil's action was reflected in his eyes. It was a movement as if he were clenching something.

What did he do, he wondered. At that time, a light covered his vision.

"......!"

The time that had been flowing slowly as if it had stopped, now flowed normally again.

A huge explosion burst out, and Jang So-gil's body flew back greatly.

Ha Hu-yeong received that shock with his protective qi, but he could not stop his body from being pushed back.

After being pushed back for a long time, carving a long footprint on the ground, Ha Hu-yeong opened his mouth.

"You're a crazy fellow."

What that fellow had clenched and burst was the Byeokryeoktan.

Jang So-gil, while throwing up blood after being thrown against a wall, grinned.

(End of Chapter)