Chapter 110 - Soft Blade Chaste Heart
“This bastard…….”
Pick, pick.
“Even though I told you not to cause trouble like that……!!”
“Ahem. Unfold your face, unfold.”
Young man and woman are gathered in a secluded inn.
A man with a reliable and trustworthy appearance raised the whites of his eyes looking at the handso man who looked slightly youthful.
“You couldn't endure that mont and caused trouble? If a tail was attached, you just had to shake them off moderately; what if you make them living corpses in that crowded place?”
“They kept annoying hovering behind, so what was I supposed to do? I’m a person who can't stand feeling icky!”
“You’re a guy who will cause a funeral procession if you feel icky twice! What would you have done if an all-out war with them broke out on the spot?”
“Then well…… just screw them all up and that’s it.”
“Wh, what?”
“Even if a hundred or thousand of such guys co, they are no match for . Senior Brother Eung-ga also knows, right?”
“……Arrogant bastard.”
Eung Gajin spoke as if chewing and spitting out, but he couldn't possibly deny it.
For the past half year.
The skills of the Diancang Sect rising stars had developed literally dazzlingly.
Taking the Cradle-to-Grave Pill made by Hyeokri Chong consistently, their internal energy grew leaps and bounds, and they didn't skip the training volu for a single day that other sects would stick out their tongues at calling inhumane.
But there was sothing more decisive than any other elent; the sparring with Biyoung conducted periodically was exactly that.
“Kuhahahahahaha!”
Kaboom!
“Ihihihihit!”
Claaang!
“If you can't block this, I won't take you to Hunan?!”
“Kuek……!!!”
Calling it sparring is nice, but joy was heavily sared on Biyoung’s face beating up his senior brothers.
Biyoung’s sword was sharp enough to resemble actual combat, dug into weaknesses viciously, and had no rcy in its strikes enough to make blood spread on clenched lips.
‘They were hellish tis.’
‘There were not just one or two tis I rather wanted to faint.’
‘Ignorant bastard. Even so, we are senior brothers; does it make sense to catch us like catching rats?’
The rising stars had to tremble naturally every ti they recalled the past half year.
But.
Really didn't want to admit it but…….
Even if they die, they can't nod their heads but……!!!
The effect was certain.
Sparring with Biyoung was a precious experience beyond asure that young swordsn of other sects couldn't buy even with a thousand gold.
Pinpoint tutoring finding the target's weakness like a ghost and beating them up.
Every ti they went through sparring, the rising stars ca to keenly feel their deficiencies, and could develop that much faster.
And the rising stars realized anew.
That Biyoung in front of their eyes was a master transcending imagination.
Like chicks breaking out of eggs, the rising stars repeated rapid growth for half a year.
However, the more they grew, they only felt the stark difference with Biyoung with their skin.
It was like the feeling of realizing the status of an Emperor as an adult, which they didn't know in their childish childhood.
“I only use this strategy because I want to tornt the Gang Leader bastard thoroughly; I don’t care about fighting anyti. Even now my hands are itching like this.”
“Yeah. Your d*ck is thick.”
Eung Gajin sighed and buried his body deep in the chair.
Jeong-i, who was watching their conversation silently, smiled brightly.
“Since we wrote the Gang Leader’s na on the petition, it wouldn't be strange whenever an all-out war starts, right?”
“Well. That is also true. By the way, would the Gang Leader bastard want to co out to the eting place?”
“Probability is high, right? Since he must be extrely pissed off by now.”
Defeat individually.
Or hit and run.
The strategy chosen by the Diancang Sect prior to the all-out war gave great confusion and pain to the Ghost Face Gang Leader.
Vast Changsha area.
How can he protect all nurous business sites spread throughout that whole area?
Of course, since business is business, they did deploy sufficient protection personnel at each site.
But the word sufficient is relative after all.
In front of the overwhelming martial force of the Diancang Sect, escort warriors were beings that didn't matter whether they existed or not.
The biggest reason the Gang Leader was jumping up and down going crazy was the scale of the attackers.
Just one person.
Since just one asly person invaded and made a ss, he couldn't track even if he wanted to.
Besides, since attacks happen simultaneously at the sa ti, from the receiving position, it must feel like souls are escaping.
Pride is hurt as pride, and a situation where he has no choice but to be extrely pissed off.
“Hehehehe. In such a situation, having read the Red Petition with his na written on it, it’s worth his eyes rolling back.”
Since it’s practically giving a notice saying ‘I will kill you’ to the head of an assassin group, there would be no mockery like this mockery.
At Gwangyo’s words, Eung Gajin nodded.
“That is correct. Possibility is high that he will lead all possible troops and appear at the scene himself.”
“Right. That is important. Leading all troops.”
The rising stars each flashed aningful eyes.
Eung Gajin bowed his head politely toward Gwangyo.
“All this work would have been impossible without the help of the Beggars' Union. Thank you for giving help once again.”
“Hehehe. Bastard. Thanks are received by a person who listened to soone’s request. I am doing this because I want to, so stop the ticklish greetings.”
Gwangyo denied it, but everyone gathered here knew his contribution was great.
Finding an organization whose power grew rapidly in the Hunan region.
Among them, distinguishing an organization whose matrix is an assassin group.
Gwangyo pinpointed the Ghost Face Gang based on clues Biyoung gave, and dug them up from head to toe activating all possible information networks.
“I didn't know the Beggars' Union would utilize even the Heavenly Vision Network. If not for them, planning such a detailed plan would have been impossible.”
“Hehe. They are guys of a different dinsion from Ji Seok-gi whom I use as a spare in urgent tis.”
Gwangyo refused praise for himself, but did not hide his pride regarding the Heavenly Vision Network.
Heavenly Vision Network.
An intelligence group called the most skilled among the organizations inside the Beggars' Union.
Surprisingly, Gwangyo persuaded the Sect Leader to activate the Heavenly Vision Network.
How did Gwangyo, a re Guardian, move the Heavenly Vision Network which doesn't lift a butt for ordinary matters?
Surprisingly, just one sentence was enough to persuade the Sect Leader.
“Please lend the Heavenly Vision Network. I will live getting my act together from now on.”
“……Crazy bastard.”
At a glance, it sounded like words a pubescent boy says reflecting with hands raised, but it was words spat out by none other than the Mad and Aberrant Man Gwangyo.
He only stopped at Guardian because he lived like a semi-lunatic; if he lived ‘sanely’, the Beggars' Union was ready to seat him in a key position anyti.
The scale of the Ghost Face Gang’s organization and contact thods.
Even personal details about the Leader Dancheong.
Thanks to Gwangyo and the Heavenly Vision Network, the Diancang Sect’s plan could proceed much more smoothly.
There was a reason Eung Gajin bowed repeatedly to Gwangyo.
Especially for Biyoung, such help from Gwangyo felt more grateful.
Because the reason Gwangyo was helping the Diancang Sect was for his old friend, the World's Fastest Sword.
“We made a declaration of war, and fought the skirmish, so now only clashing with full force remains. Everyone is okay except one, right?”
At Biyoung’s words, everyone's gaze focuses on one place.
There was no failure in the Diancang Sect’s plan organized as individual attacks.
Everyone had wiped out each business site with a single body and returned.
If there was just one unexpected variable, it was the injury of one swordsman.
“………….”
Danseol.
Bandages were wrapped around his right hand; he said he hurt his wrist in the battle with the guard unit at the brothel.
This was an incident making all swordsn tilt their heads.
‘It’s unusual for Senior Brother Danseol to get injured.’
‘A guy who hates even a drop of blood splashing on his clothes…….’
‘Were the guards over there unusually strong?’
The swordsn of the Diancang Sect thought it was strange but not a big deal.
Because there was no one doubting Danseol’s skill among them.
Danseol’s swordsmanship was absolutely not below average even considering the entire rising stars.
Especially the unique Flexible Sword he uses made his peers sweat profusely every ti they sparred.
Fast, fierce, yet flexible.
In terms of changes and softness of swordsmanship, Danseol could be evaluated as the best among the rising stars.
For such Danseol to get injured rely fighting with a guard unit.
“………….”
Even without trying to be conscious, gazes focused on Danseol naturally.
In a way, it was a situation where his face would burn, but his unique pale face and expressionless slit eyes were no different from usual.
“Hehe. If it’s Senior Brother Danseol, he will return in a day. If worse cos to worst, he can just grab with the opposite hand.”
Solbo, who was next to Danseol, grabbed his left hand.
Paat.
“?!”
However, suddenly Danseol shook off Solbo’s hand urgently.
At that nervous reaction, everyone's eyes opened wide.
“Senior Brother Danseol?”
“I think important talk is all finished, I’ll go first.”
Danseol left the room where everyone was after saying so.
Awkward silence hovered among the remaining rising stars.
“What’s up with Senior Brother Danseol? His nerves are sharp.”
Solbo scratched the back of his head thinking he made a mistake.
Gwangyo, the eldest, felt that appearance quite cute.
“Kuhah! Rascal! How embarrassed must he be getting injured alone! At tis like that, staying still is helpful!”
“I, I was tactless again.”
“If you know, go quickly and tell them to bring out a drinking table.”
Thanks to Gwangyo changing the atmosphere, the awkward mood disappeared quickly.
The rising stars considered Danseol’s personality beca sensitive ahead of a big battle.
Except for exactly one person, who had been examining Danseol’s movents carefully recently.
***
Tatat! Tak!
Dawn when everyone is asleep.
There was a man stepping footwork sweating ceaselessly.
He sweated so much that sweat streams were about to flow into those small slit eyes.
Wipe.
It was when the man swept over his eyelids with his bandaged hand.
A familiar voice was heard in his ear.
“Oh my. What to do about this.”
“?”
Biyoung was walking slowly from the opposite side.
“The wound might get worse, is it okay to roll your body like that?”
Man of slit eyes.
A faint smile rose on Danseol’s lips.
“That’s why I am stepping only footwork like this.”
“Anyway. Your face looks like a young master but you are a terrible practice bug?”
“In terms of face, would I match you?”
Danseol smirked and shook off the sweat drops ford in beads.
“Thanks to you, my swordsmanship which almost ended as a trick found its original power. So how can I be lazy.”
“Well, that is…….”
Biyoung’s gaze turns to Danseol’s sword.
Flexible Sword.
Originally, it was a swordsmanship that did not exist in the Diancang Sect.
However, Danseol has wielded only the Flexible Sword as if decided from birth.
Even when polishing the wrong Eagle Talon Twelve Swords in Simao, what was held in his hand was a slender Flexible Sword.
He knew well himself that if he kept going like this, he would remain in second-rate forever.
Because there is no swordsmanship for the Flexible Sword in the Diancang Sect.
But for so reason, he couldn't display his proper skill with swords other than the Flexible Sword.
Body structure, shape of hands, all processes of putting internal energy into the sword were optimized for the Flexible Sword.
For Danseol, it was a blessing and a curse descended simultaneously.
But after eting Biyoung, curses no longer existed for Danseol.
After Biyoung brought Hyeokri Chong to Mount Diancang.
It is a story when Danseol unfolded the Eagle Talon Twelve Swords in front of him.
-Truly frustrating. Senior Brother. Do you know why basic swordsmanship is basic swordsmanship?
-What does that…….
-Because it can be applied to any sword, it is basic swordsmanship. The Eagle Talon Twelve Swords is exactly such swordsmanship!
-……!!
Biyoung, frustrated, lifted the Flexible Sword himself and unfolded the Eagle Talon Twelve Swords.
And Danseol felt like a blind man who hadn't seen ahead all his life was opening his eyes.
Paaaaat!
The swordsmanship unfolding in front of his eyes was definitely the Eagle Talon Twelve Swords.
But it was fundantally different from the Eagle Talon Twelve Swords he used just a mont ago.
If Danseol’s was Eagle Talon Twelve Swords maintaining only the form forcibly through the Flexible Sword, Biyoung maximized the advantages of the Flexible Sword and transford the form itself.
-Senior Brother Danseol needs to differentiate the training thod from other senior brothers. But that doesn't an losing the roots. As you can see, this form of Eagle Talon Twelve Swords also…….
-Freaking aweso…….
-Right?
Biyoung grinned once and gestured with his chin.
-Then try it once.
-Huh? Try what?
-I showed you. Then now you have to try yourself.
-Ar, are you telling to copy your movents imdiately now? You showed only once?
-Hooooo? Then do you an to ask to keep showing until I die of old age? Why does Senior Brother Danseol, who catches on quick usually, not understand words like this?
Naturally, Danseol could not copy Biyoung’s swordsmanship on the spot.
And he had to be cursed at to death.
But as all things in the world are, the effort of one who found hope and one who didn't breeds a difference as wide as heaven and earth.
Danseol, who found his own Eagle Talon Twelve Swords, sweated more than anyone else.
As a result, during the ti of half a year, Danseol’s Flexible Sword had changed to a level of complete transformation.
“So it’s even stranger.”
Dark night.
A ti when people's eyes are not seen well.
But Danseol could clearly confirm Biyoung’s eyes.
That was definitely.
Eyes of suspicion.
“Soft Blade Chaste Heart. Soft blade and straight heart. That would be Senior Brother’s Flexible Sword, but getting injured against weaklings.”
“……What do you want to say.”
“Since you use the sa sword anyway, isn't it the heart that changed?”
“……!”
“Don’t think to deceive . I’m not talking just because you got hurt this ti. Senior Brother Danseol. What are you hiding?”
“………….”
Silence of a different kind from the previous silence settled in.
Although it wasn't seen well because it was dark, the two looked at each other without moving a muscle.
Danseol’s mind looking at Biyoung was insufficient even with the word complicated.
Right.
Even if I deceive others, I won't be able to deceive this guy.
Just one day.
It would have been good if you waited just one more day.
The moon just escaping the clouds slowly illuminated the pitch-black darkness.
Thanks to that, Danseol’s face was revealed clearly.
“……!”
Biyoung’s expression, always full of leisure, hardened like stone.
An expression grotesque beyond asure, which not only Biyoung but no one in the Diancang Sect had seen, appeared in front of his eyes.
Danseol, who was called ‘Ghost Face’ because his skin was unusually white and pale.
But never had his face looked like a ghost like this mont.
Grin.
Danseol’s lips, always expressionless, were split left and right as if they would tear.
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