The Fastest Sword Under Heaven Chapter 99 : Chapter 99

Chapter 99 - You’ve grown a lot

“Kyaaaaaaaaaak!”

A scream that seed more fitting for a beast than a human.

With that, a heavy silence fell upon Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.

“…………!”

Dokta, spewing blood from his severed shoulder, and the arm lying on the ground.

It was a scene that was enough to freeze both the bodies and thoughts of the Brown Kerchief Gang subordinates.

‘W-what on earth happened?’

‘Did Lord Dokta really get defeated? By that young brat?’

‘How on earth did he dodge the Mouth-Shooting Bomb?’

‘An unbelievable movent……!! He’s not human!!’

Their frozen bodies did not move easily.

How many martial artists had Dokta killed until now?

Among them were first-class swordsn from prestigious orthodox sects.

The subordinates knew.

Martial arts or whatever, everyone was equal in front of a bomb that could wipe out the entire surrounding area.

Among them, there were so with superior movent techniques who would risk their lives to close the distance, but each ti, they would be hit by the family heirloom, the Mouth-Shooting Bomb, and et their end.

But.

How were they supposed to accept this situation?

An unknown person they encountered on Jade Dragon Snow Mountain had single-handedly cut off Dokta’s arm.

The importance of an arm to a martial artist who deals with bombs was beyond words.

From now on, martial artists would not have to live in fear of incurring Dokta’s grudge.

“What are you doing? Hurry up and escort the Lord!”

“Yes!”

“The rest of you, take care of these three first!”

The biggest reason the Brown Kerchief Gang was renowned in Tibet was, of course, because of Dokta’s presence.

But if his subordinates were a disorganized mob, people would only rember Dokta’s na.

At the command of a leader, the Brown Kerchief Gang moved in a disciplined manner.

The siege that had been disrupted by the explosion was soon back in place, and it seed difficult for Biyoung’s comrades to escape easily.

“Hmm?”

Solbo, who had been cheering for Biyoung’s victory, opened his eyes wide.

Until a mont ago, he had been watching a fire across the river, but now he was in a position where he had to put out the fire in his own house……!!

Chijik!

Several of the Brown Kerchief Gang subordinates took sothing out from their bosoms and lit it.

Solbo, who confird the identity of the object, jumped up in terror.

“B-bombs!”

His mind went blank.

If it were a fight with swordsn, he would at least know how to respond, but he had never learned how to deal with flying bombs.

Moreover, with dozens of Brown Kerchief Gang mbers surrounding just three people, it seed difficult to use his specialty, running away.

Just then, the madman next to Solbo twitched the whites of his eyes.

“Hehe. They say a dog at a village school will bite its master after three years…… It seems a few of them know how to handle explosives.”

‘H-huh?’

Was that the original aning?

Solbo tilted his head in the tense situation, but that was not what was important.

It was because the bombs with lit fuses were finally flying towards the three n and won.

“We’re dood!”

It was when Solbo, unable to do anything, covered his head with his hands.

Boooong…….

A vibration sound was heard from sowhere.

It was like the buzzing of a hornet’s wings, or the sound of a thick-stringed instrunt.

The sound was close enough to tickle Solbo’s ears.

Human curiosity is truly amazing.

Even while a bomb was flying at him and he was reluctantly drawing his sword, he had to turn his head in the direction of the sound.

“!”

Solbo’s eyes widened like lanterns when he confird the source of the sound.

Internal energy.

It was the sound emitted by the internal energy condensed in a hand.

How much power had to be concentrated to make a vibration sound?

Gwangyo, flashing his unique white eyes, was preparing his ultimate technique.

Mad Dog's Barking Palm.

Palm energy that barks like a mad dog.

That sinister energy soon began to tear through the air.

Kwaaaa!

True to Gwangyo’s personality and the na Mad Dog's Barking Palm, the palm energy swept around in all directions without a specific destination.

But it was not a problem.

The energy of the palm was so wide and vast that all the bombs heading in their direction were caught in the net of the palm energy.

Peobeobeobeong!

“Ugh!”

Although the power of the explosion was considerable, it did not directly hit the three n and won as it exploded in mid-air.

So debris from the bombs flew towards them, but they were just shattered by Jeong-i’s sword.

‘Th-that’s truly ruthless……!!’

The power of the Mad Dog's Barking Palm made even Solbo, an ally, turn pale.

He had never seen such a powerful palm technique in his life.

Wasn’t a palm technique a martial art that ended once it was unleashed?

But from Gwangyo’s hand, the palm energy was continuously released without a single break, and it looked more like a giant whip than a palm technique.

“S-Senior Sister. Didn’t the Guardian say earlier that with our skills, we would only be a hindrance to Biyoung?”

“He did.”

“Don’t you think the Guardian is a bit different?”

“In terms of skill, of course, he is. But… do you think you can fight while simultaneously dodging Dokta’s bombs and the Guardian’s palm energy?”

No.

That is absolutely impossible.

It was sothing that could not be guaranteed even for Biyoung of the Vast Sky Eagle Body thod.

Seeing the power and ferocity of the Mad Dog's Barking Palm, it seed highly likely that he would sweep away both friend and foe without discrimination.

“Saying we can’t be of help doesn’t necessarily an we can’t face him alone.”

Even if the one facing Dokta had been Gwangyo instead of Biyoung, the situation would not have changed.

Jeong-i’s words held that aning.

“Hah…… Are all the Guardians of the Beggars' Union this strong?”

In fact, in terms of lack of experience, both Solbo and Jeong-i were the sa.

But Jeong-i had heard countless stories about the Jianghu Murim while working at the gisaeng in Simao.

Gwangyo, who was called the mad dog of the Beggars' Union, was no exception.

“Not all Guardians are as strong as Guardian Gwangyo. I heard he has remained in the position of Guardian for so reason.”

“Ah…… I see.”

Although Solbo was not quick-witted, he seed to know what that ‘so reason’ was.

To give him a position higher than a Guardian, the man himself was too rough and dangerous.

‘Well. If all the Guardians of the Beggars' Union were like Elder Gwangyo, the number one sect in Jianghu would have been the Beggars' Union, not Mount Hua or Shaolin.’

Peobeobeobeong!

Even at this mont, while Solbo and Jeong-i were talking, Gwangyo’s rciless palm energy was extending in all directions.

“Keuaaaak!”

“G-get out of the way!”

Among them, there were so who tried to block the palm energy with their weapons, but they all just rolled on the ground with broken weapons.

“Phew. He’s really ruthless.”

Solbo shook his head after watching Gwangyo’s palm technique.

Even if he wanted to help him with Senior Sister Jeong, the montum of the palm energy was so fierce that it was difficult for even allies to approach.

He could only watch the destructive palm energy he was emitting from a distance.

“………….”

Kwang kwang kwang kwang!

Jeong-i, who had been watching Gwangyo’s massacre for a while, gave a bitter smile.

“……Sohow, seeing that makes wonder why they even bother making bombs.”

“I completely agree.”

Solbo nodded his head vigorously.

Seeing him pouring out palm energy in all directions, he looked more like a walking bomb than a person.

It was no wonder Jeong-i had used such an expression.

“Kuhahahahaha! Not a single dog from Tibet will return unscathed!”

Not only those who were dying, but even those who managed to survive had lost an arm or a leg.

Even if the Nine Sects One Union kept each other in check internally, they could not be compared to the forces of Tibet.

They were a group that was directly or indirectly connected to the Heavenly Demon of the past.

Gwangyo had no interest in things like the Murim Alliance, but he was not the type of person to go easy on the people of Tibet.

Many had died at his cruel hands, but it was not a situation that Solbo and Jeong-i could stop.

“That’s enough! You crazy murderer!”

The only one who could stop the Gwangyo, who was engulfed in madness, was Biyoung.

Biyoung, who had sohow approached the group, stood in front of Gwangyo.

“Huh? Are you telling to show rcy to the bugs of the heretical faction?”

“Killing them all is not the answer.”

At the sight of Biyoung restraining Gwangyo, Solbo’s eyes sparkled.

‘As expected.’

Although Biyoung sotis treated his senior brothers like dogs, it seed he had not forgotten the spirit of the orthodox faction.

Killing those who had lost their will to fight and were retreating was sothing only the black dogs of the heretical faction would do.

Solbo, who had a kind heart, was very pleased with Biyoung’s actions.

But…….

“We need to keep a few of them alive to find out their hideout, don’t we?”

At Biyoung’s words, Gwangyo twitched the whites of his eyes.

“Hideout?”

“Yeah. A group like the Brown Kerchief Gang would probably sell the bombs they manufacture to other groups, so there must be a lot of this.”

Biyoung made a circle with his thumb and index finger.

Then Gwangyo, as if he truly understood, bared his teeth.

“Hmm. That’s true. With Dokta half-crippled, the Brown Kerchief Gang’s base is as good as empty.”

“Exactly.”

“S-so, you an……!”

Solbo’s large eyes began to tremble rapidly.

Now he saw that Biyoung was letting the Brown Kerchief Gang subordinates live not out of rcy or anything.

It was just a sche to rob the empty house and make a big score!

“Hmm? What’s wrong?”

Biyoung grinned at Solbo.

His two fingers were still in a circle.

‘Elder…… This brat thinks on a completely different level from us……!’

Solbo looked up at the sky and thought of Elder Jeokseo.

Where had the hero who showed rcy to the defeated gone, and in front of him was a rchant who only wanted to fill his pockets with money……!!

“N-no. It’s nothing. Good work, Biyoung.”

But unfortunately, he currently had neither the guts nor the right to lead Biyoung on the right path.

Biyoung interrogated a few subordinates who could speak and secured information about their base.

There was no particular need to press them.

It was because behind Biyoung stood Gwangyo, twitching his large white eyes.

“Oh. Fortunately, it’s not far from here.”

Looking at Biyoung’s face, it was hard to tell whether he had confird the Brown Kerchief Gang’s base or a gold mine.

“Uh… Senior Sister, could you take care of that lady?”

After tying up the unconscious Dokta and cleaning up the area, Biyoung called out to Jeong-i.

The direction he vaguely pointed to was where a woman with a torn silk dress lay.

It was Dokta’s favorite concubine, Jadan.

“……I suppose I’ll have to.”

The dress, which already revealed the curves of her body, was torn, so it was an embarrassing sight to look at.

Biyoung whispered to Jeong-i what information he needed, and her eyes sparkled as she headed towards Jadan.

“Alright then……”

Although they had been delayed a bit by the Brown Kerchief Gang, they had arrived at their desired destination.

The huge stone gate inside Jade Dragon Snow Mountain was looking down at the group.

‘This brings back old mories.’

Biyoung looked at the stone gate with a renewed expression.

The first ti he opened Hyeokri Chong’s stone gate, he could barely perform the Sun-Shooting Sword Art with a tree branch, let alone a sword.

It had been less than a year, but he could feel how dazzling his growth had been during that ti.

‘You’ve grown a lot.’

Biyoung said those words to his developed self.

“Alright then……”

Flash!

In front of the stone gate, Biyoung’s sword danced.

The supre ultimate technique of the Diancang Sect, created by the internal energy cultivated with the Profound Heaven's True Energy Unification Art after clearing the Governor and Conception Vessels with the supre spirit pill of the Diancang Sect, unfolded before the eyes of his comrades.

Kwakwakwakwa!

“…………!”

Nine-Shooting One Flash.

The faces of his comrades watching it were filled with an indescribable emotion.

At this mont, Biyoung’s Sun-Shooting Sword Art was so powerful and beautiful that it made them forget who they were eting.

“Let’s go et Grandpa Hyeokri Chong.”

In front of the stone gate that had sohow opened, Biyoung wore a refreshing smile.