Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 212 : Red Mask

The half-naked man with black skin glared at Jin Sa-wol with red eyes. Cheon Yu-myeong, who was standing next to him, smiled and stroked the black-skinned man's head.

"He is one of the orthodox sect guys who were imprisoned in the Infinite Hell in the past. His name is Zhuge Yuk. He is the younger brother of the Zhuge family head. His martial arts were high, so he didn't die easily. He had no choice but to become a Red Armored Ghost."

It sounded as if he had no choice but to make him a living corpse because he wouldn't die.

Jin Sa-wol frowned deeply.

The name Red Armored Ghost or Zhuge Yuk of the Zhuge family was not something he cared about. He was just in a bad mood because he had made a person like that.

"Jeokrin."

Jin Sa-wol called Jeokrin's name in a low voice and put his internal energy into his sword. As his sword created a hazy mist like a mirage, several people popped out from behind the Red Armored Ghost, who was called Hong Gwi.

The ones who came out, moving their two hands left and right in a disorderly manner, had their eyes sewn shut.

Although they opened their mouths, they had no tongues, and some had their mouths sewn shut, so they could not speak.

"Uwaaaah..."

"Uh... uh..."

They, who had walked out awkwardly, were emaciated.

"They are blind dogs."

Jin Sa-wol's face was indifferent.

Ordinary people would have felt fear at their strange appearance. In this main hall filled with the scent of blood, as monster-like beings appeared, it was difficult to endure if one's courage was weak.

The atmosphere of the main hall was full of cold air.

Jin Sa-wol had no feelings at all for the newly appeared blind dogs. In any case, they could not be a threat to him.

He just stared at Jeokrin.

Cheon Yu-myeong smiled and said again.

"These are also orthodox sect people who were captured by our cult. They were living well in that dark hell."

"They look half-crippled now."

"I saved their lives with my mercy. Isn't that good? Although I'm capricious like this sometimes, I also bestow grace."

"You crazy bastard."

Jin Sa-wol, as if he were dumbfounded, looked at a person who was slowly approaching him.

The moment he looked, the head of the person with his eyes closed was cut off with a swish.

It was impossible to see properly how Jin Sa-wol's hand had moved. But Cheon Yu-myeong was watching.

He had clearly cut the empty air lightly, and a blade-like sword wind had cut the blind dog's head. The movement was not enough to be called swift.

'Faster than sound.'

Cheon Yu-myeong, seeing the blind dog falling with its head cut off, stroked his beard with a disappointed face.

Because he wanted to see more of Jin Sa-wol's fast sword.

"They are not guys who can be killed so easily. These are all disciples of famous and great sects, and if you just tell them their names, everyone will know them. If you kill these people, you will become an enemy of the Martial Alliance. Do you want to become an enemy of the Martial Alliance or the orthodox sect?"

Seeing Cheon Yu-myeong, who was asking with a face full of ridicule, Jin Sa-wol laughed as if he were dumbfounded.

"Pfft! Hoo hoo hoo!"

Jin Sa-wol, who had laughed without realizing it, raised his sword. Then, the heads of the three blind dogs who were loitering at a distance of three zhang fell.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Only the wind that brushed the empty air appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

"Did you think I would feel fear over such a trivial thing? Ridiculous."

Whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol's sword, which had moved like the wind, aimed for Cheon Yu-myeong's neck. In that instant, the Red Armored Ghost also moved.

The Red Armored Ghost's figure shook and then, in an instant, grabbed Jin Sa-wol's sword with both hands. It was a monster with tremendous speed.

Although he had grabbed a sword full of sword energy with both hands, the Red Armored Ghost's hands had no wounds.

He was just pushed back by strength.

As Jin Sa-wol put strength and pushed the sword, the Red Armored Ghost's figure, which was holding Jin Sa-wol's sword with both hands, was pushed back half a zhang.

A smile appeared on the face of the Red Armored Ghost, who had been pushed back, scraping the floor. Because he had completely subdued Jin Sa-wol's sword. It seemed he thought so.

"Kiaaa..."

As a strange echo erupted from the Red Armored Ghost's mouth, the blind dogs who were watching rushed at Jin Sa-wol.

Four of them jumped, cutting through the air.

The moment their figures approached a distance of half a zhang from Jin Sa-wol, a colorless and transparent wind swirled and spun in all directions.

Immediately after, with a p-p-puk! sound of flesh being cut, the bodies of the blind dogs were separated into three parts and fell from the air.

The Red Armored Ghost's eyes moved to the flexible sword that was shaking with a chwareureuk sound in Jin Sa-wol's left hand.

Then, first, the Red Armored Ghost's neck was cut, and then the two arms that were holding Jin Sa-wol's Yuseom Sword were cut off.

Even during that time, the Red Armored Ghost's red eyes were still looking at Jin Sa-wol. It seemed he did not know that his body had been cut.

Thwack! Thwack!

Although his shoulders were cut, he seemed to be wondering why he had become like this. After that, his two thighs were cut, and he fell to the floor.

As the Red Armored Ghost sat down like a collapsing sandcastle, a thick smell of blood vibrated. Jin Sa-wol retreated about ten steps and then covered his mouth with his sleeve.

Because of the foul smell.

'It's poison.'

Perhaps because he had a large amount of poison in his body, a hazy smoke rose from around the Red Armored Ghost's corpse.

"You cut eight times in a short moment."

Cheon Yu-myeong nodded, and Jin Sa-wol frowned. Because he was curious about Cheon Yu-myeong's intentions.

His precious Red Armored Ghost had died, but he had an indifferent face.

Jin Sa-wol naturally looked up at Cheon Yu-myeong's forehead. The top of his head.

'Baihui.'

If he was stabbed there, Cheon Yu-myeong would die. Of course, everyone dies if their Baihui is stabbed.

"Your martial arts are truly strange."

Cheon Yu-myeong was actually treating Jin Sa-wol cautiously. Because the martial arts he had shown at the inn was the Sword Control, which could be called a heavenly art.

On top of that, he was a person with a fast sword that even he could not feel. Whether it was a coincidence or not, it was a sufficient threat.

So he wanted to see the end of Jin Sa-wol's martial arts.

The Red Armored Ghost was not a waste. In any case, he was a guy who was poisoned, and he was just firewood that would die someday.

Cheon Yu-myeong pursed his lips.

"Pee-eek!"

As he whistled lightly, after a short time, with a whiririk sound of the wind, a man in black, wearing a black martial arts uniform, fell next to Cheon Yu-myeong.

He was exuding the same energy as the Black Armored Corpse he had seen at the inn.

"We greeted each other at the inn, right? He has no name. This guy is just Number Four. The guy you killed at the inn was Number Five."

Cheon Yu-myeong nodded and moved his lips. As a faint voice echoed, the Black Armored Corpse, who was called Number Four, rushed at Jin Sa-wol.

He had no weapon.

Number Four's whole body was a weapon.

Bung! Bung!

He swung his two arms, creating a whirlwind, and threw a punch. Although a strong wind blew, Jin Sa-wol had only moved one step to the left.

Immediately after, countless sword energies enveloped Number Four's whole body like a spider's web and struck.

With a loud sound of metal, Number Four's figure moved left and right as if he were dancing.

Although his whole body was being beaten, Number Four's expression did not change.

After that, as Jin Sa-wol's Yuseom Sword stabbed the empty air again, countless awl-like sword energies stabbed Number Four's whole body.

As his solar plexus was stabbed several times, Number Four's face also distorted.

"Ugh!"

Number Four, with small holes drilled in his whole body, staggered back. In that instant, with a light, Jin Sa-wol's Yuseom Sword hit Number Four's neck.

Thwack!

"Kruk!"

Number Four, who had put strength into his neck, grabbed Jin Sa-wol's Yuseom Sword with a cold face. Immediately after, he hit Jin Sa-wol's face with his remaining hand. But the moment his fist was about to touch Jin Sa-wol's face, his head was cut with a thwack! sound.

Before that, a p-p-puk! sound had echoed in the main hall several times.

Jin Sa-wol, who had retreated, took a deep breath.

'He's annoying.'

Jin Sa-wol, with a hardened expression, took in the fallen Number Four with his eyes. Although he had cut and stabbed him over fifty times using sword energy, it was not easy to even cut his skin.

Since he had cut and stabbed him by overlapping the sword bullets several times, he had been able to cut his head.

Although it looked like he had cut him in one go, he had hit the same place continuously as if he were chopping firewood.

"As expected... it wasn't just luck."

Cheon Yu-myeong stroked his beard and showed a smile.

"The guy you killed is a masterpiece that Jang Cho and I made. It took five years to make, but it dies in an instant. It's like a fleeting spring dream. Hoo hoo hoo! The Red Armored Ghost and the other blind dogs were also made by Jang Cho. He said not to kill them, so he did that. He's a guy who really likes to play with people. That guy is worse than me."

"So?"

"It's just that."

Cheon Yu-myeong erased his smile and raised his sword.

He just had to make Jin Sa-wol aware that Jang Cho was abusing people.

It was then. As a light flashed, Cheon Yu-myeong's sword was already approaching Jin Sa-wol's forehead.

Jin Sa-wol quickly retreated half a step and extended his sword.

With a clang! sound, the tips of the two's swords clashed and then pushed against each other.

As the two huge energies clashed through the swords, they created a strong wind.

In the meantime, a translucent, grayish-white protective energy rose and enveloped the whole bodies of Jin Sa-wol and Cheon Yu-myeong.

Jin Sa-wol asked with a hardened expression.

"Hundred Ghost Killing Sword?"

"It's a pretty useful ultimate move."

At Cheon Yu-myeong's answer, Jin Sa-wol showed interest.

The unique movement and fast sword of the Hundred Ghost Killing Sword were similar to Na Hyeon-gi's.

Jin Sa-wol asked again.

"Does the Star-Absorbing Demonic Art not only steal other people's internal energy, but also their martial arts?"

"If you see it often, you'll remember it in your head even if you don't want to."

With his words, Cheon Yu-myeong, who had pushed Jin Sa-wol with a strong internal energy, picked up the fallen sword and quickly cut at Jin Sa-wol's neck.

The four sword energies and sword winds that cut through the empty air made Jin Sa-wol's eyes dizzy.

It was clearly the Heavenly Ghost Killing Sword of the Ghost Soul Seven Swords. It was also the ultimate move he had used to cut Cheon Yu-myeong's neck in the past.

Cheon Yu-myeong was now unfolding it.

Jin Sa-wol countered with the same ultimate move.

The sound of metal echoed, and Cheon Yu-myeong and Jin Sa-wol were pushed back three zhang at the same time.

Cheon Yu-myeong raised his sword and looked forward to Jin Sa-wol's next move. It was the Explosive Art.

'This wasn't the end.'

Jin Sa-wol's speed was not at this level.

The ultimate fast sword technique using the Explosive Art of the True Blood Demonic Art that Jin Sa-wol unfolded could not be blocked by anyone.

Cheon Yu-myeong was waiting for that.

As colorless and transparent glass fragments flew in with the sound of the wind, Cheon Yu-myeong raised his protective energy.

A circular energy barrier formed around him and blocked the flying wind.

"Huh?"

With a loud noise, the blade of the Yuseom Sword, which had pierced through the protective energy, stabbed his shoulder once. But it could not pierce his skin.

"Tsk!"

It was the ultimate move of the Ghost God Short Life Sword, and there was not even a sound.

Jin Sa-wol moved his sword again at Cheon Yu-myeong, who was retreating to the left.

Cheon Yu-myeong's gaze turned to Jin Sa-wol's shadow. The shaking shadow was circling the same place.

'Even if the sword disappears, the shadow remains.'

Cheon Yu-myeong, who had retreated, picked up the fallen crescent moon sword of Gung Ma-yeop and then unfolded the Soul-Stealing Cut of the Life-Stealing Sword Technique at Jin Sa-wol.

As he cut the empty air, with a shuaaak! sound, a tremendous light of the saber energy drew a semicircle and filled the main hall. Jin Sa-wol was in that light.

Boom!

With an explosion, the main hall was half-destroyed and burst.

The Yuseom Sword of Jin Sa-wol dug into the side of Cheon Yu-myeong, who was turning his body.

(End of Chapter)