The Fastest Sword Under Heaven Chapter 13 : Chapter 13

Chapter 13 - There Is No Such Thing as Moderation

Yunnan, a land full of mountains.

Among them, the western part of Yunnan was famous for being sparsely populated.

The mountain terrain was rugged, but if one went a little further to the left, a rather unpleasant place appeared.

Tibet.

It was a region that even Jianghu-ins who prided themselves on their strength were reluctant to encounter.

To the Murim, Tibet was always an unknown territory, and not only their speech but also their style of martial arts was completely different.

Even when the Diancang Sect was prosperous, the forces of Tibet coveted the territory of the Nine Sects One Union.

Sotis they acted directly, and at other tis, they secretly colluded with special forces.

25 years ago.

A group that would do anything for money in the shadows.

The Night Beauty Gang was one such force.

Although the largest force in Jianghu was the Lower Filth Sect, the Night Beauty Gang was also an organization that was rapidly expanding its power through collusion with Tibet.

The request they had accepted this ti had been going smoothly until the halfway point.

However.

That was until they confird the disposition of the old man they had kidnapped from Yunnan.

“You parentless worm-like bastards who deserve to be fried in shit water! Untie this at once!”

“……Gag him again.”

“Yes.”

The figure who spewed venom while moving his protruding front teeth ceaselessly.

Hyeokri Chong, even while tied up, cursed the n before him with all his might.

“All of you will be plagued by disease and your bodies will be covered in bedsores, and that thing between your legs will… eup eup!!”

Even after his hair turned half-white and he passed early old age, there were more than a few people who shook their heads at his sharp tongue.

So it was, when he was younger, the extent of Hyeokri Chong’s temperant and venomous tongue was beyond words.

“He is a difficult old man to handle.”

The subordinate who gagged him ground his teeth and approached his leader.

Their leader, Dok Majin, the Dark Cunning Fox, stared at Hyeokri Chong with sunken eyes.

‘He hasn’t lost his nerve at all despite being dragged here.’

An unknown mountain on the border of Yunnan and Tibet.

No, it was a wild mountain that would soon be forgotten by people even if it had a na.

The deeply dug cave was teeming with martial artists from the Night Beauty Gang, and Hyeokri Chong was being tortured while bound.

They couldn’t inflict deep wounds since he had to make elixirs, but considering the situation of being kidnapped and the atmosphere, it wouldn’t have been strange for him to wet his pants.

But what was this display?

The more they tortured him, the more they threatened him, the more venomous Hyeokri Chong’s eyes and tongue beca.

It was to the point where it was doubtful if he was really a person whose profession was saving lives.

“Eup eup! Eup eup eup!”

Even with the gag, Hyeokri Chong was puffing his cheeks and shouting sothing.

Undoubtedly, words that were hard to utter were pouring out.

“Old man.”

Dok Majin lifted a foot and gently pressed down on the top of Hyeokri Chong’s head.

“Eek…!”

“I don’t know if you know this. If it weren’t for your special ability, old man, your tongue would have been pulled out a dozen tis already. It’s better to throw your tantrums while considering the ti and place.”

Dok Majin’s foot rubbed Hyeokri Chong’s head as if extinguishing a fallen spark on the floor.

Hyeokri Chong’s eyes beca completely bloodshot with rage and pain.

“If I take off the gag, you’ll just spew more shit, so let’s use fingers. If you cooperate with us now and tell us your hideout, we won’t kill you. But if you refuse this final request, I’ll cut off all your limbs and throw you to the wolves of Tibet.”

Dok Majin, called the Dark Cunning Fox for being particularly shrewd in matters of the underworld.

True to his title, his face was filled with a gloomy and dangerous atmosphere.

Especially his eye sockets, which were dark and deeply sunken, made anyone who saw him swallow their saliva.

“Draw a circle with your finger, and we’ll consider it as accepting our proposal. But if you show anything else, I’ll gouge out your eyes on the spot.”

The subordinates looking at Dok Majin gulped.

They knew that when he spoke with such an expression, he would always follow through with his actions.

What Dok Majin demanded from Hyeokri Chong was the location of his hideout and the spirit pills he had made so far.

“………….”

Hyeokri Chong’s bindings were loosened, and Dok Majin’s foot returned to its place.

Did the threat work?

Hyeokri Chong lowered his bloodshot eyes and let out a low sigh.

Then he slowly raised his finger.

Just as Dok Majin was about to break into a triumphant smile,

“…………?”

His face contorted in a strange way.

Because Hyeokri Chong’s finger, which should have been drawing a circle, was stiffly raised straight up.

To be precise, only his middle finger.

“!”

“Th-that’s!!”

A flash of light glinted from Dok Majin’s sunken eye sockets.

“……Are you saying you want to see blood?”

Dok Majin drew his sword from his waist.

“I’ll pluck out one of your eyes with this. Let’s see if you can still move your finger carelessly then.”

The sharp, blue blade slowly moved towards Hyeokri Chong.

Hyeokri Chong was still shouting sothing with his gagged mouth.

Then, he suddenly burst into mad laughter.

“Heup! Heup! Heup! Heup! Heup! Heup!”

Had he finally gone mad with fear?

Dok Majin thought so and sneered.

Even as the sword in his hand ca right before his eyes, Hyeokri Chong did not stop his mad laughter.

“Heup heup heup heup!”

At this point, even Dok Majin couldn’t suppress his curiosity.

With the tip of his sword fixed on Hyeokri Chong’s right eye, Dok Majin removed the gag.

“What’s so funny?”

“Heeheeheehee!”

As soon as the gag was removed, Hyeokri Chong laughed, revealing his madness.

Far from avoiding the sword before him, he faced the chillingly sharp blade head-on and bared his blood-stained teeth.

“Throw to the wolves of Tibet? Heeheeheehee!”

“?”

“Compared to the mad wolf around here, the wolves of Tibet are no better than neighborhood dogs!”

“Mad… wolf?”

Dok Majin frowned for a mont, then gave a bitter smile.

“Hoping soone will co to help you, I see. You’d better wake up, old man. This place is installed with a chanism formation that even the world’s greatest swordsman couldn't handle.”

“Heeheeheehee. The world’s greatest swordsman might have a hard ti.”

“?”

“But he’s not the world’s greatest swordsman, he’s the