The Miraculous Divorce Technique

Chapter 34

PLUNGE.

Geumryeong's dagger dug in from behind.

But even in a situation where his weak point was stabbed, the movements of the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork did not allow for an instant death.

He had reflexively offered his shoulder instead of the center of his back.

SPURT, SPURT.

A stream of blood spurted from Baili Huang's shoulder as he created a distance.

Although it had happened in a flash, it was a rather large wound.

A mere palm-sized dagger, when imbued with strong qi, was showing a destructive power that a short weapon could not.

"Quite impressive. To dodge a decisive blow. As expected of the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork, it is worthy of being called the best footwork in the martial world."

Geumryeong re-gripped his dagger and emitted killing intent.

For Baili Huang, it felt like he had touched the whiskers of a sleeping tiger.

'Damn it! I should have just dodged! Change my temperament! To hell with it! Fucking damn it!'

It was too late for regrets.

The longer the battle dragged on, the more disadvantageous the situation was for him, who was seriously injured.

Baili Huang glanced at the window.

'Should I run away...'

'If I trust the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork and just bolt, won't I be able to escape?'

Baili Huang's mind was in turmoil.

But he soon changed his mind.

'I have to fight. It's impossible to run away in this body.'

The Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork was fundamentally a footwork. It was different from the movement technique needed to run away.

When it reaches its peak, footwork and movement technique are one and the same, but for the third-rate Baili Huang, movement technique was another realm of lightness skill that focused solely on speed.

'Let's fight. I'll fight with the determination to die!'

Baili Huang's fighting spirit turned into momentum.

The internal energy of Geumgae, who boasted a profound internal energy even among peak masters, pressed down on the space.

BAM.

Perhaps feeling the pressure, Geumryeong hurriedly re-executed his move.

The daggers in his left and right hands pressed Baili Huang from all sides according to the stance of the Great Polarity Grand Illusion.

SWISH. SWISH, SWISH. SWISH.

Because he was mindful of attacking, his evasion was not perfect.

The blood lines on Baili Huang's body gradually increased.

The speed given by the short weapon relentlessly bit at Baili Huang.

PLUNGE.

Baili Huang, who had blocked the dagger aimed at his face with his palm, endured the pain and grabbed Geumryeong's fist.

At the same time, he threw a punch with his other hand.

It was the technique of giving flesh and taking bone, a method for a low-level master to face a high-level master.

"How embarrassing."

Geumryeong muttered softly and stabbed Baili Huang's fist with his remaining dagger.

And then he pinned it to the floor.

Baili Huang, with both hands suppressed, lay prostrate on the floor, unable to move.

"They said you have considerable internal energy but lack real combat experience, and it was true. To think you would try to face this spirit with such a crude trick."

Geumryeong sneered, looking down at Baili Huang.

Moreover, he even flipped the dagger Baili Huang was holding and stabbed it into the floor.

"Gah."

It was just a dagger, but he couldn't move his hand as if a thousand catties had been placed on it.

At this rate, he would die just like that.

'I... I have to buy time.'

He needed time until Cheok Sagyeol came.

Baili Huang hurriedly opened his mouth.

"Why on earth are you trying to kill me? At least tell me the reason before I die."

Geumryeong, with his palm raised, said.

"The very reason you exist is a harm to a certain person. Ask King Yama for more details."

"W-wait! I'm not Geumgae! Please spare me!"

"What?"

"It's true! I'll tell you everything, so please spare me!"

As Baili Huang begged, shedding tears and snot, Geumryeong became puzzled.

'Still, for Geumgae, one of the Four Eccentrics and a famous master of the martial world, to be crying and begging.'

Geumryeong, just in case, pulled Baili Huang's cheek.

"It's not even a human-skin mask, so what nonsense is this! Do you think you can live by begging for your life with a wretched excuse!"

It was then, as Geumryeong raised his palm again.

SWISH.

Along with a piercing sound, a single trajectory was shot at the spot where Geumryeong had been.

But Geumryeong had also noticed the ambush and had left the spot.

"Hey, you bastard. What? You'll tell me everything? Do you want to die?"

The one who had jumped over the window was Cheok Sagyeol.

"Mr. Jeokun!"

"Shut up! Don't call this one with that light mouth of yours! Before I sew it shut."

At Cheok Sagyeol's threat, Baili Huang made a tearful face and closed his mouth.

"You bastard... how did you get here?"

Geumryeong asked, looking at Cheok Sagyeol.

He had naturally thought that Nokryeong would come, but his expectation was far off.

Moreover, his intuition was rarely wrong.

Geumryeong prided himself on having the best eye for assessing an opponent's martial arts among the Twelve Spirits.

He had thought that unless it was a return to the original, true state, no one could deceive his eyes.

"Of course, I beat him to death and came. You fucking bitch."

"..."

Geumryeong mobilized all his senses and examined Cheok Sagyeol, but it was the same.

He had the leisure and momentum that only the strong possessed, but no internal energy was felt.

Even if he was concealing it, Geumryeong had the experience to measure an opponent just by the aura that was unconsciously revealed.

But not a single stream of internal energy flowed from Cheok Sagyeol's body.

'He's too young to have returned to the original, true state. Don't tell me it's a human-skin mask? But a human-skin mask that exquisite is rare even among those who can make it within the Four Alliances...'

Geumryeong re-gripped his dagger, tense.

If Nokryeong had been defeated, it meant that he also had to face this opponent with all his might.

"A dagger? You're Geumryeong, aren't you?"

As Cheok Sagyeol recognized his identity at once, Geumryeong's eyebrows shot up and then returned to their place.

To know the personal information of the Twelve Spirits, which was a top-secret matter even in the Four Alliances, he was really not an ordinary person.

"This one has also used two-handed swords once. Shall we enjoy it after a long time?"

Cheok Sagyeol, who had approached Baili Huang, took the dagger that was stuck in his hand.

"Ugh."

"You're making a sound like 'ugh.' Get over there and stay out of the way! Don't be a hindrance!"

Baili Huang, clutching both hands, asked softly.

"I'm sorry. But isn't it heavy?"

The dagger stuck in his hand was incredibly heavy.

Even without the pain, he couldn't move at all.

But Cheok Sagyeol was holding the dagger lightly.

"What's so heavy about a thousand catties? Stop with the useless talk and stay put."

The dagger was made of ten-thousand-year-old cold iron.

Ten-thousand-year-old cold iron was a material useful for storing and emitting internal energy.

Geumryeong had put the technique of the Thousand-Catty Drop into the dagger.

'I don't know how many more he has in his bosom, so I should take them all.'

Cheok Sagyeol grinned and approached Geumryeong.

Cheok Sagyeol and Geumryeong, holding the same daggers in both hands, stared at each other at a distance of one step.

At a distance where they could reach if they just extended their hands, the two did not move.

In each other's minds, the paths of offense and defense were being drawn dizzyingly.

The one who moved first was Geumryeong.

SWISH. CLANG.

Geumryeong's dagger, which had aimed for the nape of his neck, was caught by Cheok Sagyeol's dagger.

SWISH, SWISH. CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.

Cheok Sagyeol's dagger, which had aimed for the wrist of the attacking arm, was blocked by Geumryeong's other dagger, and the act of attacking and blocking was repeated.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG. CLANG, CLANG, CLANG. CLANG, CLANG.

At a distance of one step, a chilling sharpness was exchanged between the two.

At the light-like movements, Baili Huang couldn't even follow with his eyes.

It seemed to be an even match, but the problem was in the internal energy.

Although they were the same weapon, since Geumryeong's dagger was imbued with strong qi, Cheok Sagyeol's dagger was gradually getting chipped.

Because it was ten-thousand-year-old cold iron, it had endured that much; if it had been an ordinary dagger, it would have already broken.

'It's a chance.'

Geumryeong's dagger bent like a venomous snake and accurately aimed for the cracked part of Cheok Sagyeol's dagger.

Weapon destruction, which was only possible for those above the peak master level.

In the midst of a fast offensive that could not even be seen with the eyes, he had performed such an advanced technique.

CLANG.

Geumryeong's dagger, which had broken Cheok Sagyeol's dagger, was shot straight at his glabella.

Because he had twisted his head just before it reached, the dagger grazed his ear and passed by.

But Cheok Sagyeol's hair squirmed and wrapped around Geumryeong's dagger.

It was the Indian Yoga Divine Art.

WHIRL.

Cheok Sagyeol, who had grabbed the dagger with his hair and spun, digging into his chest, stabbed Geumryeong's solar plexus with his elbow.

But perhaps because he had spread his protective aura in the meantime, Geumryeong's face only contorted, and he didn't seem to have received a major blow.

Cheok Sagyeol, who had grabbed Geumryeong's remaining arm with his left arm and placed his elbow on his solar plexus, his gaze flashed.

SQUEEZE.

The force that pressed down on the ground with the tips of his toes went up through his lower body and reached his twisted shoulder with his arm bent.

RUMBLE.

It was an ultra-close-range Gale Explosion Kill.

The rotational force was concentrated at the tip of his elbow, and its destructive power was further maximized.

BOOM.

Although he had protected himself with a protective aura, Geumryeong's body shook greatly.

Judging by the way Geumryeong's mouth was open, he seemed to have received a considerable blow.

But not a single scream came out of his mouth.

'This bastard is still a peak master, huh.'

He had to decide the match when he had seized the initiative.

Cheok Sagyeol raised his internal energy, holding a sword incantation gesture.

It was the Blood-Stirring, Soul-Shaking of the Asura Heaven-Killing Sword, the sword art of the Blood Fiend Asura Art.

SWOOSH, SWOOSH, SWOOSH, SWOOSH, SWOOSH.

A bundle of golden sword qi rushed towards Geumryeong's front.

But the corners of Geumryeong's mouth drew an arc, and the sword qi passed through Geumryeong.

SWISH.

It was the Body-Shifting Illusion, an advanced movement technique that left an afterimage.

The moment Geumryeong positioned himself behind Cheok Sagyeol.

SPIN.

With his back turned, Cheok Sagyeol's head, arms, and legs rotated 180 degrees.

"Is this being caught from behind, or not? Hehe."

Geumryeong's mouth fell open, unable to hide his bewilderment.

Usually, if one's neck turned that much, the neck bone would break and one would die, and the arms and legs would have their joints dislocated...

As the opponent had said, it was no different from facing the front while showing his back.

SWOOSH.

The sword qi that had left Cheok Sagyeol's hand was recovered to his sword incantation gesture.

What was created by the gathering of the bundle of light was a brilliantly shining golden sword energy.

"It feels like shitting and then eating it, so I wasn't going to use it for a while, but this is all because of you, you fucking bitch!"

FLASH.

Geumryeong, with the scene of the sunlight exploding in front of his eyes as his last, let go of the thread of his consciousness.

He had died instantly as the sword energy pierced his glabella.

"Uweeeeeeek."

As expected, Cheok Sagyeol squatted down and threw up.

Moreover, the feeling of his lower abdomen growing cold told him that the Buddha image had disappeared without even looking.

With this, he would not be able to use qi art until his internal energy filled up again.

'Still, thanks to that, the nausea has stopped.'

Cheok Sagyeol, who had gathered the foreign substance in his mouth and spat, took a breath and then approached Baili Huang.

"Hey, Baili brat!"

At Cheok Sagyeol's rough tone, Baili Huang's neck retracted like a turtle's.

"If you ever mention our business again, even by mistake, I'll pull out your tongue, so conduct yourself well. Oh, and! I'll also pull out the tongue of your original body, so get your act together! You understand!?"

Baili Huang answered with a dying voice.

"I won't... do it again. I'm sorry, Mr. Jeokun."

Hearing the answer, Cheok Sagyeol this time clenched his fist and gave Baili Huang a knuckle sandwich on the head.

BAM.

"Gah!"

"Gah? Bullshit! Does it hurt?"

"I... I won't do it again. I'll watch my mouth from now on. Ow, ow."

"Who said I hit you because of that! You stupid fool!"

"What? Then why..."

Baili Huang asked back with a clueless expression.

"You dumbass! After receiving this one's true education, you get stabbed by a mere bastard like that!? Look at yourself!"

Only then did Baili Huang look down at his own body.

His already tattered clothes were torn here and there, and blood lines were drawn through them.

And blood was trickling down from the penetrating wounds on both his palms.

"There's a limit to smearing this one's face with mud! Ugh! I can't even beat this one to death!"

TAP, TAP, TAP.

Cheok Sagyeol, while grumbling, pressed Baili Huang's vital points to stop the bleeding and tore his clothes to wrap his hands.

"You should be glad you're a brat who hasn't even reached adulthood. It's this one's theory that a guy who can't act like a person even after reaching adulthood only comes to his senses after being beaten like a dog."

"Yes... sorry... no, I'll get my act together."

Baili Huang answered with a dejected face.

On the outside, it was an absurd situation where a young man was scolding an old man and talking about being a brat, but for the two of them, it was natural.

Because their actual ages were the opposite.

"Now, it's done, so get up and pack your things."

"What? Pack... my things?"

"Didn't Samsalgae say earlier that there were not just one or two of the spirit bastards? We have to leave before another one comes. Since it has come to this, let's go straight to the Baili family."

That was right.

There was a report that six of the spirits had been discovered.

Since there were still four more left, it was best to leave before another assassin came.

(End of Chapter)