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Sensing that something was off, the Evil Sects instinctively darted their eyes around. When the opponent becomes difficult, Evil Sects’ unique instinct to first find a way to escape is displayed.

However, there was nowhere to run. Mount Hua Sect that completely surrounded them was narrowing its siege as if it would not leave even a single ant child alive.

“Uh….”

“Thi- This?”

Momentum is half the battle.

At the same time as Chung Myung appeared, the Evil Sects, who had been intimidated, began to agitate, not knowing what to do. The notoriety they garnered in Kangho was almost insignificant.

However, not all were shaken.

“Look straight, you idiots! They’re still kids!”

“Don’t get scared just because these young bloods are jumping around!”

Those who flinched at those words looked again at the faces of Mount Hua Sect disciples who were rushing towards them.

Indeed.

The black attire and dense killing intent momentarily obscured their appearance, but upon closer inspection, Mount Hua’s disciples who rushed towards them were clearly children who had not yet reached the age of 30.

No matter how talented Mount Hua was at fishing dragons, they wouldn’t have been able to turn those brats into swordmasters.

“Smash them to pieces!”

Someone’s shout lifted the fallen morale.

‘Dammit, this was all within our expectations, wasn’t it?’

‘Yes. We can crush Mount Hua Sect at any time!’’

Considering the reputation and skills of those gathered here, being surprised by the appearance of Mount Hua Sect was a mistake in itself. Recalling the fact once again, they clenched their teeth and readjusted their grips on their weapons.

They are trying to ignore the obvious theory that in order to survive in the tough world of Kangho, you should value your own sense more than the public evaluation.

If you can’t run away anyway, you have to fight. With their fighting spirit raised, they began to face the charging Mount Hua’s disciples without any hesitation.

‘After all, they’re just brats.’

Bong Pyeong (??(奉萍)) grasped his dao tightly.

Even if Mount Hua has regained his skills from the distant past, which is now a distant memory, it is impossible to transform those kids into peak sword warriors.

If such a thing were possible, it would have been Mount Hua Sect, not Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword, that made a name in the Yangtze Disaster.

“I’ll knock some sense on you, you little brats!”

If he’s scared of this, it would be a waste of the name of the Lion Blood Dao (????(獅子血刀)), which is infamous throughout Zhejiang.

Bong Pyeong exuded a fierce momentum befitting its nickname. The best way to deal with inexperienced youngsters is to strengthen your hands with killing intent and force.

“Heuaaaaaaap!”

His dao unleashed an explosive energy. An almost blue, storm-like energy burst forth.

‘First, kill their momentum!’

Without their momentum, these guys are nothing. And if they are sane, seeing this force would make them stop in their tracks.

…But that was a huge misunderstanding on Bong Pyeong’s part.

Mount Hua’s disciple, who was running towards him, saw the fiercely rising energy and rushed into the storm without any hesitation.

‘What?’

Have they lost their minds?

Bong Pyeong was quite flustered. Through the swirling sword energy, he briefly made eye contact with Mount Hua’s disciple.

An eerie feeling.

The moment he saw those cold eyes, devoid of any excitement, Bong Pyeong’s heart felt as if it had frozen.

And then.

Paaaat!

A ray of sword energy flew like a beam of light through the storm of sword energy.

Kagak!

There was no time to be surprised.

This is because the burning pain came first. The fingertips holding the sword felt hot as if they were on fire, and he clearly saw something flying off.

Something slightly curved, elongated.

The moment Bong Pyeong realized that the familiar yet unfamiliar object was his own finger, his eyes widened to the point where they could not get any wider.

“Ah…”

But that wasn’t the end. The sword that blew off his small and ring fingers climbed up his forearm like a snake.

Paat! Paat! Paat!

The ligaments in his wrist were cleanly severed. A long stab wound appeared on his forearm, and the tip of the sword was driven into his elbow.

The whole process literally happened in the blink of an eye.

“Euuuaaaaaak!”

A scream, almost like a shriek, erupted from Bong Pyeong’s mouth.

The terrible pain he feels in his arms makes him want to let his dao go, but that would literally be suicidal. Suppressing his excruciating pain, he swung the sword again towards the nearby disciple of Mount Hua. His momentum was that of a person wanting to cut the enemy in two.

But before his dao was swung halfway, Mount Hua’s disciple recovered the sword he had stabbed and accurately blocked it with the hilt of his sword.

Kaang!

Then, taking full advantage of the recoil, he stabbed the sword again.

Puuk!

“Keuk…”

Pain spread across his lower abdomen as if seared by a hot iron. However, before he could even groan in pain, the recovered sword sliced through Bong Pyeong’s elbow as he was clutching his dao.

Sogok!

He couldn’t even fully comprehend what was happening. His opponent’s blade was dreadfully fast to do so.

All he knew was that this seemingly insignificant young man was completely overpowering him. And that too without any change in complexion.

“Euaaaaa!”

Bong Pyeong screamed as he thrust his sword. The scream wasn’t to intimidate his opponent.

The fear that instantly consumed his heart. It was a scream made to shake off the fear of this young slaughterer, whose eyes did not change even as he cut up people’s bodies like pieces of meat.

Paaat!

The dao, which swung with all his might, flew toward the face of Mount Hua’s disciple at a formidable speed.

The disciple of Mount Hua’s head moved just an inch to the side. Bong Pyeong’s dao passed by his face, missing it by the thickness of a sheet of paper.

And at that moment, Bong Pyeong saw it.

Even though his dao was flying into the disciple of Mount Hua’s face, he didn’t show even the slightest emotion and just stared at him.

Paaaaat!

The red sword energy that bloomed in an instant cut through Bong Pyeong’s outstretched arm.

Sogok!

It was an unrealistic sight.

To some, it may be an insignificant sight. However, there is no way that it would be insignificant to the person concerned, that the arm that had been attached under their shoulder their entire life would detach from their body and spin around like a pinwheel.

“Ah….”

Sogok!

Even before he could fully register the shock, both of his thighs were sliced open, spurting blood.

Sogok.

The sword that passed by slashed his knees one after another and did not even allow Bong Pyeong to stand any longer.

But he couldn’t even fall down. Even before his bent knees could touch the ground, over ten sword strikes rained down on his abdomen and chest.

Puuk! Puuk! Puuk! Puuk!

The sword was stuck one span at a time. Before he could even feel the pain of the first strike splitting his flesh, the second one cut through his body, followed by the third slicing through bone.

All Bong Pyeong could do was open his mouth wide and feel the sensation of being torn apart.

“Ughh….”

Finally, his body slumped down.

His half-severed knee hit the ground, and his completely severed abdomen made him hunch over pitifully. He couldn’t even stop his head from touching the ground because his arm was severed.

Cold metal touched Bong Pyeong’s neck as he knelt down with his forehead on the ground as if to apologize. In an instant, an eerie energy spread throughout his body as if his whole body shrank.

“N- No….”

A scream burst from Bong Pyeong’s mouth, who couldn’t possibly understand what that sensation meant.

Sogok.

However, the sword that touched his neck cut off his head without the slightest hesitation. The cold metal sliced cleanly through his carotid artery.

Red blood spurted out from the cut neck. But, having lost his arms, he could not hold his neck or stop the blood flowing out of him.

Gurgle….

Blood flowed back down his throat and the bloody smell spread throughout his mouth. A pain so terrible that it made him tremble enveloped his entire body.

But Bong Pyeong couldn’t do anything. Now that his whole body’s muscles had already been severed, writhing in excruciating pain was all he could do.

The pain he had never experienced in his life dragged Bong Pyeong to the gates of hell, but the tenacious life of a martial artist did not allow even death to come easily.

‘Just… kill me….’

This was too cruel. Even Evil Sects do not kill people this cruelly. People of the Righteous Sect could never do this.

It was then.

A cold voice pierced the ears of Bong Pyeong, who was squirming to beg for his mercy.

“Die like the bug you are.”

A chill that could freeze all the blood in his body spread.

“Trash deserves a death befitting trash.”

Gwak Hwe, who caught a glimpse of the convulsing Bong Pyeong, d?o?r?ns?ate d?t c?m brushed off the dirty blood on his sword and rushed straight toward his next opponent.

His white teeth revealed between his lips shined like the fangs of a hungry beast.

“Hi- Hiiiek.”

The face of Wolf Fang Killing Axe (????(狼牙殺斧)) Ma Ryang (??(馬梁)) was grotesquely distorted.

‘Wha- What the hell are these bastards?’

They are just brats who’s still wet behind their ears. Even if they were disciples from renowned sects, they couldn’t transcend time. They shouldn’t be a match for Evil Sects, given their age.

But the reality Ma Ryang faced shattered his common sense horribly.

Paaaaaaaaat!

The flying sword twisted as it penetrated his shoulder.

Ma Ryang desperately suppressed the scream rising in his throat. The pain of the sword piercing his shoulder was nothing. The real pain came when the sword twisted, tearing all his muscles apart.

For a moment, a pain so severe that his body trembled overcame him.

“You, you dog-like bastard!”

Ma Ryang’s axe fell towards Mount Hua’s disciple with strong energy. Mount Hua’s disciple he was dealing with slightly raised his sword. It seemed like he was trying to block the axe with his sword.

‘Fool!’

Ma Ryang was inwardly delighted.

The inexperienced young man seemed to think that his axe was an ordinary axe. Judging by how he tried to block it with his thin sword.

His axe is a heavy weapon among heavy weapons that weighs more than 30 kilograms. Even if that thin sword is a world-famous divine weapon, it has no choice but to be pushed back helplessly.

“Dieeeee!”

His axe, loaded with all his internal strength, fell with explosive force towards the thin sword. The intention was to cut Mount Hua disciple’s body in two along the sword.

Ma Ryang’s eyes widened in disbelief.

His axe was gliding along the blade of the sword, as if it were a cart racing down a slope. In the slowed-down world, he could clearly see his axe slipping against the sword, independent of his own will.

Tuuung.

And when the axe finally met the edge of the sword, the sword flicked his axe away as if it were nothing more than a twig.

At that moment, Ma Ryang saw it.

The edge of the thin sword.

The tip of the sword pointed at him was rapidly growing larger.

‘N- No…’

Ma Ryang desperately twisted his head, but the edge of the sword still filled his world bigger and bigger.

“No….”

Puuk!

The sword pierced through Ma Ryang’s eyes.

“Keu- Keukk….”

Ma Ryang convulsed as if he were having a seizure.

Deududuk.

A sound of something getting twisted and cut off was heard. The sound coming from inside his body that should be quiet was even more terrifying than the pain of being pierced through the eye.

“Baek Sang.”

Before he could even question what that meant..

Paaaaat!

Ma Ryang’s head, which was cut off at once, soared to the air.

Ma Ryang’s face rotating in the air contained the fear and despair he felt just before his death.

Chwaaak!

Baek Sang, who had just flicked away his sword, coldly looked at Ma Ryang’s collapsing body and spoke.

“You should at least know the name of the person who killed you. Though it might be too much for trash like you.”

It was a voice that no longer reached the already deceased.