The Fastest Sword Under Heaven Chapter 85 : Chapter 85

Chapter 85 - You Only Co to Your Senses After a Beating

“See. Even at this very mont, there's a rat hiding.”

At Biyoung’s words, Eung Gajin tilted his head,

“?”

and a man hiding in the woods beca as rigid as if struck by lightning.

“!”

‘Was I discovered? That can't be.’

The man’s na was Ji Seok-gi.

His clothes were so tattered they were no different from rags, and dried gri was caked on his temples and other parts of his face, making him look very dirty.

His face was long, resembling a horse, which was in line with his nickna.

Ji Seok-gi, the Flying Beggar.

A na given because his movent technique was so fast it was as if he were soaring through the sky.

That was his famous nickna in Jianghu.

‘He doesn't seem like the type to make tasteless jokes, what should I do?’

The opponent’s expression was so strange he couldn't read it.

It was unclear whether he had really discovered him or was just saying it as a joke.

Ji Seok-gi hesitated for a mont, but his deliberation was not long.

What was the big deal if he was discovered?

In this Jianghu, those with superior movent techniques than his could be counted on one hand.

Ji Seok-gi, the Flying Beggar, had one creed.

‘If I'm not caught, I didn't do it.’

It was an absurdly shaless statent, but it was also a statent that perated Ji Seok-gi’s life.

There were tis when he was discovered while spying.

However, Ji Seok-gi utilized his specialty, the movent technique, to leisurely escape the scene.

Even those who were confident in their qinggong skills could not present their na cards in front of Ji Seok-gi.

The only thing they could barely reach Ji Seok-gi with was the curses they spat at his back.

Pabababak!

What if the gods of heaven and earth gave people facial features that matched their abilities when creating new life?

Ji Seok-gi was a person who perfectly matched that assumption.

Not only was his face long like a horse, but he also had sturdy calves and shins that would put Solbo to sha.

With his innate physique and having mastered the supre qinggong art called ‘Footless Movent Technique’, even the decent masters of the orthodox sects were no match for him.

Footless Movent Technique, so called because the feet were invisible.

On the other hand, it was also a statent with the duality that there was no more satisfying movent technique.

It could indeed be called arrogant confidence, but the people of the world had no choice but to acknowledge it.

Isn't there a saying, in a place without a tiger, a fox acts as the king?

Fifteen years ago.

Now that the best movent technique, praised as the best in Murim, had vanished, the Footless Movent Technique was more than enough to act as king.

At least, until this very mont today.

Sasasat!

The leaves and the grass on the ground brushed past Ji Seok-gi’s body at the speed of light.

He saw tree branches jabbing at his face and neck from ti to ti, but he changed his posture with an elegant motion.

Looking at his attire and appearance, quadrupedal locomotion would have seed more fitting for the man, so if soone had seen this sight, they would have felt a great sense of disparity.

“Phew. That should be enough.”

Ji Seok-gi stopped his movent technique and dusted off his hands.

Beads of sweat had already ford on his forehead.

“I haven't been caught recently, he must be a young punk with a well-developed sense of presence.”

Was it because he was not satisfied with being caught spying?

Ji Seok-gi smacked his lips with a bitter expression.

In fact, it was a good thing his movent technique was so excellent; spying was not a thod of action that suited their group.

Because their ears were open in all directions.

Comrades who wore clothes no different from rags and walked around barefoot, begging.

Ji Seok-gi’s affiliation was none other than the Beggars' Union.

“By the way, what should I do? The Guho branch leader is going to throw a fit.”

Ji Seok-gi scratched the back of his head and ntioned the Yiliang County branch leader.

There was a good reason why he dared(?) to say the branch leader's na so casually.

The three knots tied around his waist.

Three knots.

Originally, he was also of a position to lead a branch.

Ji Seok-gi was a genius of qinggong who had mastered the Footless Movent Technique, which was the reason he had reached the Three Knots at a relatively young age, and also the reason why he was assigned a special mission instead of being a branch leader even after reaching the Three Knots.

However, Ji Seok-gi did not particularly mind this role.

His disposition was such that he had no particular interest in becoming the head of a region.

Beggars should be like beggars.

It was enough to live while wandering throughout Murim.

Sotis, while carrying out tense missions like this.

“Well, I can just try again.”

The process of acquiring information was like a pleasure without responsibility for Ji Seok-gi.

Why?

Because he wouldn't get caught even if he was discovered.

For him, there was no risk factor in the process of spying.

Until soone suddenly spoke to him.

“Aigoo. That's why I told you to wash. Look how the sweat turns into gri as soon as it forms.”

“Mind your own business, you punk. It's natural for a beggar to be dirty. Is he a beggar if he's clean?”

Ji Seok-gi, who was wiping his forehead while retorting, was suddenly startled.

“E-e-e-e-ek!”

He hadn't felt any unease because the person had spoken to him so naturally.

But now, Ji Seok-gi’s face was filled with a horror he had never seen before.

“You, you, you……!!”

He was so shocked that he couldn't even speak properly.

The man who had spoken to him was still smiling a dignified smile.

“Why are you so surprised? It's not like we're strangers.”

Not strangers.

At those words, Ji Seok-gi’s heart sank once more.

He had no mory of seeing the man’s face anywhere else but today.

The fellow knew.

That the one who had been spying a mont ago was him……!

‘How on earth?’

Alright.

Let’s just say he recognized him.

This shabby attire was not sothing one could easily see on Diancang Mountain.

But it was hard to believe that this person had appeared before his eyes.

Ji Seok-gi, the Flying Beggar.

One of the fastest movent technique users in Murim.

He was a man who had even been given a nickna because he was so skilled in qinggong that even fellow masters were surprised.

‘Could they be twins?’

No.

If so, he wouldn't have said they weren't strangers.

Then the other assumption is…….

‘A shortcut……! There must be a shortcut……!’

Ji Seok-gi, the Flying Beggar, finally seed to understand the situation.

The person in front of him had discovered him and then got ahead of him through so existing shortcut.

“Judging by your beggar's attire, you seem to be from the Beggars' Union. Your skills must be good. Three knots at that age.”

“……!”

The man in front of him had instantly analyzed his identity.

For a mont, Ji Seok-gi felt his face flush.

Since he had never been caught after running away, he also had no experience of giving up information.

‘It's still okay.’

However, Ji Seok-gi soon regained his composure.

There was still a distance of about two zhang between him and the brat.

Normally, it was a distance that could be covered in a few steps, but if the target was Ji Seok-gi, it would change into a distance from which he would never be caught.

“Hehe. Brat! Don't be so smug just because you took a shortcut.”

“Eh? Shortcut?”

A faint smile appeared on the lips of the man who asked back.

Ji Seok-gi nodded with a confident face.

“Otherwise, there's no way you could have caught up to . How foolish of you to talk to after catching up. You will regret not approaching secretly for the rest of your life.”

At the sa ti as he said that, Ji Seok-gi kicked off the ground and flew up.

His movent technique was so nimble and light that a whistle naturally ca out of Biyoung’s mouth as he watched.

“Whew.”

Foolish brat.

Whistling when he should be chasing right away.

Well.

Now that he had created a distance, there was no way he could be caught no matter what he did.

Pabababak!

Ji Seok-gi ran down the mountain path with all his might.

Before, he had shown the leisure of avoiding tree branches, but now he didn't even mind getting parts of his body scratched.

‘I won't be caught this ti……!!’

To have failed to escape from an opponent even after fleeing.

Although the opponent had used a shortcut, it was an incident that could have bruised the pride of the Flying Beggar.

“Heok…… heok……!!”

After using his qinggong to its fullest, Ji Seok-gi gasped for breath.

How long had it been since he had used the Footless Movent Technique to such an extre?

His breath ca up to the tip of his chin, but on the other hand, he was relieved.

He had chosen a relatively straight mountain path to co down, so there would be no shortcuts.

He would not have to face that gisaeng-looking brat anymore.

“Phew. I'm experiencing all sorts of things in my life.”

“The mountain is a bit rugged, isn't it?”

“Rugged is an understatent! The trees are so dense you can't even see……”

Ji Seok-gi’s heart, who had been answering without thinking, dropped with a thud!

From behind him.

He heard that bastard’s voice again.

The very sa bastard's voice that had a faint smile when they made eye contact!

“Eek!”

Ji Seok-gi convulsed and jumped up from his spot.

When he turned his head behind him, the handso man he had seen just a mont ago was standing in the sa pose.

‘Wh-what on earth is going on?’

He wouldn't have been this surprised even if he had seen a ghost.

The man who had startled him a mont ago was once again standing in front of him.

‘There were no shortcuts this ti……?!’

For Ji Seok-gi, it was sothing he couldn't understand no matter how much he wracked his brain.

Twins.

A shortcut.

Or a dream?

Countless assumptions ca to his mind, but none of them matched.

“You still look like you don't get it.”

Biyoung took a step with a mischievous smile.

Normally, he would have used the Footless Movent Technique right away, but Ji Seok-gi had already exhausted all his stamina.

“You look like that because you're ignoring the simplest assumption.”

Is he unable to think of it?

Or does he not want to admit it?

As Biyoung said, Ji Seok-gi was completely excluding one of the simplest assumptions.

The assumption that Biyoung was faster than Ji Seok-gi.

“That's impossible!”

Ji Seok-gi shouted convulsively, as if he understood the aning of Biyoung’s words.

In a way, it was a natural reaction.

Wasn't he a young man who didn't even look twenty years old?

Like other martial arts, movent techniques also had to be built up like a tower over a long period of training and internal energy to show their true value.

It might be different for a top-tier master of an orthodox sect.

The fact that a fellow who had lived at most half as long as him was faster than him was sothing Ji Seok-gi could not accept.

“Aigoo. It's the sa now as it was then. You only co to your senses after a beating.”

Now as it was then.

Was that sothing a young brat should be saying?

Ji Seok-gi was montarily at a loss for words, but he soon clenched his teeth.

‘I don't know what's going on, but he's alone.’

In the first place, the reason for running away while spying is because the opponent is a group.

But now, there were no other companions around Biyoung.

The three knots created in the Beggars' Union were not achieved by just lying down and scratching one's belly.

“Ho?”

As Ji Seok-gi raised his internal energy, Biyoung smirked.

“Running away one mont, and now you want to fight?”

“The capabilities of movent technique and footwork are proportional.”

Ji Seok-gi retorted with a cold voice.

Being skilled in qinggong ant that one could utilize their legs well.

In fact, Ji Seok-gi was terrible at swordsmanship, but he was quite confident in his fist and foot techniques.

Iron Striking Martial Art.

As befitting a Three Knots Beggar, Ji Seok-gi was a person who had learned the Iron Striking Martial Art, which could be called the representative fist and foot technique of the Beggars' Union.

At least in martial arts using hands and feet, they did not fall behind any of the Nine Sects.

The Iron Striking Martial Art could be said to be a martial art that proved the pride of the Beggars' Union.

“Tahaaat!”

With a powerful kiai, Ji Seok-gi’s figure shot out like lightning.

“Oh…….”

Does he have a few tricks up his sleeve?

Biyoung’s expression seed to be saying so.

Soon his shoulder trembled once, and he disappeared like an illusion.

“?!”

Paaang!

Ji Seok-gi’s kick cut through the empty air.

The space where he had been just a mont ago had completely turned to nothing.

The only thing remaining in that spot was the afterimage of a strange smile.