Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 213 : Shadow Stepping

Jin Sa-wol looked at the saber rising from the ground with an expressionless face. Although the owner of the saber was Gung Ma-yeop, Cheon Yu-myeong was now wielding it.

Jin Sa-wol, after slightly moving his head to avoid the rising saber by a hair's breadth, stabbed Cheon Yu-myeong's forehead.

Puk!

He felt the sword digging into flesh. But only Cheon Yu-myeong's phantom wavered.

In the meantime, Cheon Yu-myeong, who had appeared like a ghost to Jin Sa-wol's left, was cutting at Jin Sa-wol's waist. The soundless movement resembled Jin Sa-wol's.

'Body-Switching Art.'

Cheon Yu-myeong very easily created his clones and surrounded Jin Sa-wol.

But Jin Sa-wol had already disappeared.

Boom!

The floor of the main hall exploded, and broken stones flew in all directions like hidden weapons.

Cheon Yu-myeong, who had reappeared in the center of the main hall, said to Jin Sa-wol.

"The martial arts I saw at the inn were not at this level. I want to see your proper Sword Control, can you show me?"

Jin Sa-wol looked at Cheon Yu-myeong with his sword lowered.

'Did he copy the footwork too?'

Jin Sa-wol thought that the Body-Switching Art technique Cheon Yu-myeong had just shown resembled his own Ghost Step.

When martial arts reach the heavens, all streams return to one. It means that all streams of water eventually flow and become one in the sea. In Buddhism, it is said that when all joys, angers, sorrows, and pleasures, and the seven passions and six desires reach their end, it is called Nirvana.

The state of Nirvana came to Jin Sa-wol's mind.

It meant that when demonic arts reached their peak, it was the same as when the divine arts of the orthodox sect reached their peak.

Since the origin of martial arts became one, he could grasp all martial arts at a glance.

Of course, he couldn't perform everything just by seeing it. Grasping its essence was almost impossible, and he was just imitating the outward appearance.

Jin Sa-wol suddenly became curious about how much he could imitate.

As Jin Sa-wol's shoulder moved slightly, a flash of light sparked. He had unleashed the Sword Bullet Art.

The sword bullets, which pierced through a distance of three zhang with a swish, aimed for Cheon Yu-myeong's entire body.

"Hmph!"

Cheon Yu-myeong smiled and went up to where the grand master's chair was and sat down. He had leisurely sat down while avoiding all the sword bullets.

"Slow."

At Cheon Yu-myeong's words, Jin Sa-wol inhaled to use the Explosive Art. In that instant, with a boom! sound, about ten warriors broke through the side door of the main hall and rushed in.

"Cult Leader!"

"We greet Cult Leader Cheon."

"Father."

Cheon Woo-hyeon, who had turned into a bloody mess, approached from among the warriors, prostrated himself, and then stood up.

His appearance was as dignified as a triumphant general, and he exuded a strong spirit.

"I will clean this place up as soon as possible."

Cheon Woo-hyeon straightened his back as if telling him not to worry. He turned his body and glared at Jin Sa-wol.

Corpses were scattered around him, but he didn't care. In any case, there were countless corpses outside the main hall as well.

"Kraaak!"

A scream that erupted from outside flew into the main hall.

Cheon Woo-hyeon, to show off to Cheon Yu-myeong, raised his sword and aimed it at Jin Sa-wol.

"I've never seen your face before, state your affiliation."

Although Cheon Woo-hyeon's strong prayer pressed down on Jin Sa-wol, Jin Sa-wol was silent.

Jin Sa-wol was looking not at Cheon Woo-hyeon, but at Cheon Yu-myeong, who was sitting behind him.

Cheon Yu-myeong's lips were smiling. It was an amused expression.

"What are you doing? You should kill that arrogant bastard standing proudly before me. Hurry!"

"Yes! Attack!"

As Cheon Yu-myeong's voice grew louder, Cheon Woo-hyeon answered and rushed at Jin Sa-wol. About ten of his subordinates moved with him from his left and right.

Whiririk! Whoosh!

Ten shadows jumped at Jin Sa-wol at once.

The one in the lead was Cheon Woo-hyeon. He stirred the empty air with a sword full of sword energy and instantly closed the distance of three zhang.

But his body wouldn't listen.

"Huh?"

Cheon Woo-hyeon stopped his movement with his eyes wide open.

Because he had seen something hazy pass by.

Cheon Woo-hyeon, feeling something piercing his Tiantu acupoint, bowed his head. In that instant, a thwack! sound echoed from his Tiantu acupoint, and blood spurted out.

"Hmph!"

Startled, he stared blankly ahead. But because of the blood pouring down his face, he couldn't see ahead properly.

That blood was the blood of the subordinates who had moved with him.

Thump!

With a heavy sound, the ten warriors who had jumped into the air fell to the floor. All of them had large holes drilled in their foreheads.

"Tsk! Tsk! You should have been more careful..."

Cheon Yu-myeong, with a disappointed expression as the interesting spectacle ended quickly, clicked his tongue and stood up.

"I think I've enjoyed this enough."

The moment his words ended, Cheon Yu-myeong, with a hardened expression, raised his left hand and blocked his forehead.

Pak!

Cheon Yu-myeong, who had caught the tip of the sword with his left hand, looked at Jin Sa-wol, who was standing at a close distance of less than one zhang.

Jin Sa-wol let out a slight killing intent.

'He's gotten faster.'

Jin Sa-wol sensed that Cheon Yu-myeong's reaction speed had increased.

Jin Sa-wol's eyes turned to Cheon Yu-myeong's right arm.

The right arm, stretched straight forward, was aimed at Jin Sa-wol's neck, and the sword held in his hand was right in front of his Adam's apple.

But it couldn't extend any further. Because Jin Sa-wol's left hand had caught the tip of the sword. In that fleeting moment, Cheon Yu-myeong had defended and attacked at the same time.

"Don't be hasty."

The moment Cheon Yu-myeong's words ended, Jin Sa-wol twisted his sword. Since he had read the movement, Cheon Yu-myeong also twisted his sword.

Ping!

With a sharp sound, dozens of sword energies spread to the left and right, and the two separated at the same time.

Cheon Yu-myeong examined his left hand, where red lines had briefly appeared and then disappeared.

Because he had felt pain.

Cheon Yu-myeong smiled and turned his body.

"I'll see you in five months. Oh, and I have the Leng family kid. Hoo hoo hoo!"

Whoosh! With the sound of the wind, Cheon Yu-myeong's figure disappeared from the main hall, and Jin Sa-wol took a step back and held his chest.

"Hoo..."

As he let out a deep breath, he saw a drop of blood flowing from his left hand. Although there were several lines, the cut was only in one place on the back of his hand.

"It was definitely the Soul-Destroying Sword of the Ghost Soul Seven Swords."

What Cheon Yu-myeong had unfolded was the same ultimate move as Jin Sa-wol's Soul-Destroying Sword.

Although twelve stabs and twelve cuts had occurred at once, Jin Sa-wol and Cheon Yu-myeong could only cut each other's hands.

"Wow..."

A sound of admiration flowed from behind Jin Sa-wol.

Jin Sa-wol, who had turned his body, found Seo Mun-ryeon, who was looking around with a surprised face.

Her face was flushed red.

She was trembling all over as she watched the confrontation between Jin Sa-wol and Cheon Yu-myeong.

Although she didn't want to see it, she couldn't help but keep her eyes on it.

Then, as Cheon Yu-myeong disappeared, she was relieved.

'He's cool!'

Jin Sa-wol's back looked like a god of death who had appeared from hell to save her from Cheon Yu-myeong's hands.

Cheon Yu-myeong had clearly been scared of the god of death and had run away.

As the tension disappeared, she, who had shown her appearance, examined the dead corpses. In fact, her admiration was directed at Jin Sa-wol, but she had deliberately averted her gaze.

"Jin Sa-wol. Ah... what should I do? I think my heart is going to explode. It's hot."

"Huh?"

Seo Mun-ryeon hurriedly called Jin Sa-wol's name and approached him. Since her heart was beating fast, she couldn't control herself.

Her two legs ran towards Jin Sa-wol, regardless of her own will.

"Really amazing... huh?"

In that instant, a masked person in black appeared in front of Jin Sa-wol like a ghost and blocked Seo Mun-ryeon.

It was Jo Geom-ok.

Swish!

Jo Geom-ok, who had taken off her mask, showed off her beauty, her long black hair fluttering.

She, with her jade-like skin and picturesque eyebrows and eyes, poked her head out as if to boast of her high nose and red lips.

"Who are you trying to pounce on?"

When Jo Geom-ok asked, Seo Mun-ryeon's eyes widened, and she took a step back. All the hot emotions she had had until just now melted away like snow, and a cold chill overflowed.

'What's with this bitch?'

Seo Mun-ryeon stared at the face of Jo Geom-ok, who was taller than her.

"What are you doing? How dare you block my way? You must want to die."

"You can't. No entry."

"What? What kind of dog-like talk is that?"

"I don't like it."

"What..."

Seo Mun-ryeon glared at Jo Geom-ok, who was telling her she couldn't approach Jin Sa-wol.

It seemed as if Jo Geom-ok was boasting that she had a close relationship with Jin Sa-wol.

'Are you saying you're the main wife?'

Seo Mun-ryeon nodded at Jo Geom-ok's outstanding beauty and then moved her eyes to her chest.

"Pfft! Flat."

Seo Mun-ryeon, without realizing it, chuckled, covered her solar plexus with both hands, and pushed out her chest.

As her large breasts, which had not been noticeable until now, protruded prominently, Jo Geom-ok's eyes widened. Seo Mun-ryeon had a treasure that she did not have.

Jo Geom-ok showed a hardened expression.

"You were hiding your strength."

At Jo Geom-ok's story, Seo Mun-ryeon laughed with a triumphant face.

"Hoho! Originally, strength comes from the chest."

Seo Mun-ryeon, after admiring Jo Geom-ok's hardened face, realized that Jin Sa-wol was not there and turned her body.

"Where did he go?"

"Up."

Jo Geom-ok answered as if she already knew that Jin Sa-wol had disappeared and then, with a whoosh!, jumped up to the pierced ceiling.

***

"Aaargh!"

"Hey, you dog bastards! Keok!"

"Fuck! Keek!"

"I'll kill you all!"

Curses, screams, and shouts were still continuing.

Jin Sa-wol, who had climbed onto the roof of the Heavenly Demon Hall, was looking around. The Cheon family and the forces that had sided with them, who had run away, were being pushed back.

"Hohoho!"

He saw Yuk Seol-jeong, who was swinging a large centipede with a cheerful laugh. Next to her, Jang Cho was standing, swinging a very long snake. Their martial arts were certainly great.

In the distance, he saw Dam-ji, who was throwing hidden weapons, and there was also a black figure that stood out the most.

It was Mun-gang.

"Uwaaaap!"

"Ugh! You dirty bastard!"

"Fuck! Why did that bastard show up!"

"Mun-gang, you dog bastard! Kraaak!"

Mun-gang's two sabers were creating countless saber energies and running wild. It seemed he was taking out the grudge he had received from Cheon Yu-myeong on the warriors of the Cheon family.

They were all masters of the peak, and it was only because their opponent was Cheon Yu-myeong that they had felt like children.

Normally, they were people who flew around like that outside.

"I thought they were dead, but they're alive and well."

Jin Sa-wol shook his head and, after examining the emaciated Mun-gang who had unfolded the Iron Shadow Demonic Art, looked at the warriors of the Dokgo family who were gathered in a corner.

They were escorting Dokgo Hye and Dokgo Hyeon.

Whoosh!

Jo Geom-ok and Seo Mun-ryeon, who had jumped up, landed on the left and right, with Jin Sa-wol in the center.

Seo Mun-ryeon looked around and said.

"The Demonic Cult won't be able to use its strength in the martial world for a while. I'm worried."

Seo Mun-ryeon crossed her arms and frowned.

When the Demonic Cult was in chaos and its power weakened, other forces from outside the martial world grew.

What followed was an invasion of the Central Plains by the grown forces from outside the martial world.

In the thousands of years of martial arts history, the invasion of the Central Plains by forces from outside the martial world was a sometimes-occurring event.

Seo Mun-ryeon cast a subtle gaze at Jin Sa-wol and lowered her voice.

"If you become the Cult Leader and lead the Demonic Cult, the Demonic Cult will enjoy a hundred years of glory. I believe so. How about it? You can have whatever you want. How about releasing all the desires that humans have by becoming the Cult Leader? I'll help you."

At her words, Jo Geom-ok exuded a cold air and glared at Seo Mun-ryeon.

But Seo Mun-ryeon ignored Jo Geom-ok's gaze and only looked at Jin Sa-wol.

(End of Chapter)