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The skill these bastards have in mimicking Baekdo is incomparable to the henchmen I encountered in my past life.
If someone is a lay disciple yet has made a name for themselves in the martial arts world with their outstanding skills, their fundamentals must surely be solid.
On top of that, the moment I saw his skill with the Nine Palaces Divine Movement Sword—the highest martial art a lay disciple can master—fall slightly short, I started sweating profusely down my back, wondering if something was seriously wrong.
However, when I threw the crushing blow with the mindset of making one last gamble.
Pabat
“Seeing him block it perfectly, I was convinced. ‘Right now, the only ones in the martial arts world who know this Crushing Technique are me and the demons.’ Yong So-ah also looked flustered when she first encountered the Crushing Technique.”
“A mere lay disciple is going to do what even Yong So-ah couldn’t do when I first saw her? Ha, the Demon is spouting nonsense. Right?”
Even at my question, Song Baek-pungsa hardened his expression instead of answering.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
“The guy who hasn’t changed his expression at all for the past few days, no matter who he met, is spouting such nonsense. Hey, you don’t realize what your face looks like right now, do you?”
“…….”
“That’s the look of a thief caught red-handed, you bastard!”
Now that I knew the opponent was one of the Ghost Omas, there was no need to delay.
Shhhhhh.
The Twin Heaven Sword Technique spreads out, tightening its grip on the four sides of Songbaekpungsa.
Song Baek-pung-sa counters by unleashing the Whirlwind Sword with his flexible sword.
Boom, boom, boom.
The sound of a rough whirlwind, like wasps buzzing around the ears, blocks the Twin Heaven Sword Technique.
The winds that had been protecting Songbaekpungsa like a compressed, thick membrane soon spread out in all directions in unison, pushing forward the Twin Heaven Sword Technique.
Shhhhh.
The black energy receded, beginning to leave long scratches on the floor and walls.
Songbaekpungsa shouts triumphantly, seemingly having the upper hand.
“I understand that your confidence has grown as you gained fame as the representative of the academy, but I am a disciple of the Wudang Sect!”
Soon, as he unfolds the Whirlwind Sword, he extends the Seven Star Fist with his other hand.
“I will not be defeated by a mere disciple of the Taeeul Sect.”
From the terribly self-righteous ideology characteristic of the prestigious White Path Sect to the fact that he is truly a White Path martial artist with boundless pride in the Wudang Sect, it is truly strange that he is not one.
but.
Pffft!
If you respond fully as a non-partisan warrior, you will never be able to escape from here.
The main sword technique of Song Baek-pungsa, whom he plays, is the Five Elements Sword.
Even if they know the Crushing Style, the Wudang’s martial arts won’t work against me, having mastered the Ascending Style and the Demon Exorcism Style.
All the swords thrusting into the five vital points are blocked, and all the fist energy striking the seven points is scattered.
With several exchanges taking place, Songbaekpungsa is the one launching the main attack, while I am the one retreating.
Of the two, only Song Baek-pung-sa is getting more wounded.
The moment he poked his head out to avoid the Five Elements Sword’s shattering technique.
I immediately perform the Jema ritual and stab the guy in the eye.
Snail extract
– The moment it was confirmed that one eye would be gouged out, accompanied by a chilling piercing sound.
As his body trembles faintly, the strike of the Red Light Sword narrowly misses his ear rather than his eye.
Pot
The earlobe is split in half, but no blood is gushing out.
Right, no blood is coming out.
“Hey, you little bastard, Demon. That footwork you just used isn’t from the Wudang, is it? Where did you learn it?”
“……
Do you not understand the meaning of a lay disciple?
“Not even blood is coming from the severed earlobe. I guess the surface area of the earlobe is practically non-existent to begin with? Hmm… I heard that having narrow earlobes brings bad luck. Ah! Is that why you live as a demon?”
“It is a lamentable state of affairs that the Black Flame Dragon has committed the crime of false accusation, which the Murim Alliance strictly forbids.”
Seeing that guy still acting all high and mighty makes me let out a chuckle.
He twitches his brow for a moment and moves first, as if no further conversation is necessary.
However, it is distinctly different from the movements of the shaman shown so far.
He begins to employ tyrannical martial arts as if he had thrown the secrets of Taegeuk to the dogs.
Bam bam bam!
The explosion is loud for something that offsets the shock.
An operation method that can only be seen as intentional.
Ha, look at this bastard.
I raised the stakes even higher.
The sword techniques of the Twin Heaven Sword Techniques wildly adorned the air and overwhelmed him.
In the past, he would have clearly escaped by using the secret principles of the Five Elements Sword, but instead of the Five Elements Sword, he persistently unleashed the Whirlwind Sword.
Instead of letting it flow, pushing it away, and making a gap.
Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!
A fierce wind bursts forth, and continuous explosions erupt as if thunderbolts were raining down.
Because he challenged Song Baek-pungsa to a battle of might despite sensing the difference in their strengths, Song Baek-pungsa’s clothes were left in a terrible state, and numerous scratches formed inside them.
Even if you dodged the swords targeting vital points, it is absurd to think you could push back the Twin Heaven Sword Technique, which unleashes countless variations, with mere brute force.
Of course, Songbaekpungsa wouldn’t be unaware of that.
You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Hoping someone will spot you and come over.
The corners of Songbaekpungsa’s eyes tremble.
Then, greater force is put into the fist.
Bang! Boom!
The intention behind the seemingly foolish act of unleashing martial arts power before even touching the opponent is clear in every respect.
An intention so transparent and clear.
“That’s right. Is it because not shouting doesn’t suit Songbaekpungsa’s personality?”
Song Baek-pung-sa once again unleashes the Five Elements Sword, which embodies the secrets of the Wudang.
And I raised the stakes even higher and crushed my opponent in an instant.
So that we can subdue him instantly even if he happens to reveal his true form.
Pow pow pow!
Block the energy burning like fire, and break the sword path as free as the wind.
It shakes the rock-solid center and blocks the water-soft movement.
Whoaah
It is convenient in times like this because I have overwhelming strength.
Because I can take down almost any amount of energy.
Unless he draws out demonic power in the first place, Songbaekpungsa cannot block the Red Light Sword.
“Cough!”
Finally, problems started to arise inside him.
“Ugh.”
The guy, having coughed up a good amount of blood, immediately took a deep breath as if he had made a decision.
And I also simultaneously took out a signal flare from my pocket.
“Help me!!! Is anyone there!!!”
As Songbaekpungsa’s thunderous lion’s roar erupted, a signal flare was fired.
pop!
Then, fireworks began to burst in all directions, as if embroidering the night sky.
Pow pow! Pow pow! Pow pow pow!
Kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa!
The immense internal energy of the martial arts is being blown away by that guy.
Overwhelmed by the overwhelming energy, Song Baek-pung-sa wildly swung both hands to release his fist energy.
however.
“also.”
It was clearly not the martial arts of the Wudang.
Tyrant martial arts filled with murderous intent.
Bbbbbbbbbbb!
The moment Song Baek-pung-sa’s body was pushed back three paces and he barely managed to release his power while pinned to the wall.
I extended my Red Light Sword and cut off his right arm.
Squeak.
“Aaaargh—”
Songbaekpungsa spits out a grotesque sound as if squeezing his throat.
I frowned as I watched the scene.
“Seriously, the screams those Demonic Cult bastards force out sound weird no matter when you hear them.”
You crazy bastard… … .”
Songbaekpungsa glared at me with blazing eyes.
“Really… are you really planning to cause trouble?”
“What’s that sound?”
Frame someone and commit murder only works against rookies.
“Even after coming all the way here, are you still acting like Song Baek-pung-sa?”
“I am Songbaekpungsa!”
A resolute gaze, without the slightest wavering.
Looking at that appearance, who could possibly be certain it isn’t Songbaekpungsa?
“Wow, at this point, even I want to be fooled.”
“Shut up with your nonsense……!”
“Ghost Oma.”
The man’s eyes waver, and silence falls in an instant.
I looked straight into his eyes and asked.
“Where are you, the rest of you?”
The guy, who had been moving his lips as if choosing his words, barely manages to utter a few words.
“What, what are you talking about! Ghost Omar?!”
“If you speak, I’ll kill you cleanly. There won’t be any terrible pain.”
“How can I speak to you if I don’t know anything!”
So you’re saying you won’t talk about it?
“I am not the Ghost Oma! I am Songbaekpungsa Meng Gongwei!”
He clings to acting to the point of obsession.
To the point where the person who had doubts doubts themselves.
That is why I do not forget.
The viciousness of those guys.
Furthermore, he amplified his own venom.
To avoid being consumed by that wickedness.
I stretched out my sword at him once again.
In the end, the left ankle was amputated.
Song Baek-pung-sa screamed again without resistance, his feet severed.
His face also turned pale.
“my……
“If you die here, hmph… the shaman certainly won’t leave you alone. Surely, surely someone must have seen you.”
How is it possible to look exactly like the original characters?
Do these guys actually become the target just to act like the target?
“Cough…… Someone must be…….”
Who is that someone?
What do you mean by that? Of course, everyone passing by… … .”
“As you probably just saw, the streets around here are all cordoned off. And there’s even less chance that any ordinary people saw me following you.”
So, who is it?
I looked down at the cross-section of the guy’s severed ankle and added in a low voice.
The person who will report that I killed you.
“……!”
“To be honest, I don’t really need to hear it anymore. The person who pointed me out as the killer must be one of your colleagues. Well, do you still intend to tell me the rest of the list?”
As I took another step closer to the unresponsive Song Baek-pungsa, his face turned even paler.
No matter how much I rolled my eyes, I was in a situation where I couldn’t move because my ankle was severed.
Finally, he raised his hands and shouted.
“Ah, I get it! I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you, so stop for a moment!”
Song Baek-pung-sa’s eyes shake violently.
Just in case, I released the Flying Dragon Bird and drew up the Jade Blue Heavenly Power.
A golden halo of light envelops the dragon bird’s silkworm cocoon.
The guy who was watching that pleads.
“Just spare my life! Alright! I will go to the Executioner’s Pavilion and tell them! It doesn’t matter if there are no members of the Wudang Sect. Please, just spare my life, and I will tell them everything!”
Song Baek-pung-sa, who had not hidden his arrogant behavior, now even knelt down and made a gesture of begging with his hands.
An attitude that is unthinkable for the heartless Ghost Oma.
I blew a blast of wind to capture the guy’s demonic point, then grabbed the blood vessels and twisted the energy flow.
“Ughh
Songbaekpungsa writhes on the floor, contorting his body in agony as the energy channels throughout his body twist.
“Who is it? Where are the other four?”
“Ugh… I, I… I feel wronged….”
This time, just as he cut off the remaining left wrist and was about to cut off the right ankle as well.
Confucius!
Someone blocked my actions.
The owner of the voice is the Haomun Infinite Branch Manager.
“Stop… I think it would be best if you stopped.”
As I stared at the branch manager in silence, for some reason he took a hiccup.
One person must not cause another such suffering. Don’t you know that best, Confucius?
Song Baek-pungsa’s body, lying on the floor, has its arms and legs severed and its blood vessels swollen as if about to burst.
It’s to the point where I wonder if I could really live a normal life even if I quit here.
The branch manager’s face contorts as he looks down at the scene.
“Moreover… even though he denies it to this extent… you should interrogate him with more concrete evidence… This man is an important figure in the shaman community.”
Even while trembling uncontrollably, Song Baek-pung-sa barely managed to grab onto the branch manager’s foot as if it were a lifeline and begged.
“P-save me, save me!”
Right, the reason he has been acting like Song Baek-pung-sa all this time must be because he sensed the Branch Manager’s presence.
The moment the branch manager was about to bow his head toward the guy without even realizing it.
I stabbed the guy straight in the heart.
Phew
Song Baek-pung-sa’s body, which had been trembling uncontrollably, slumps limply.
at the same time.
Young Master Jin!!!
The branch manager, who was about to reach out to Song Baek-pung-sa, looked at me with a terrified expression.
This is not the real Songbaekpungsa.
I numbly drew the Red Light Sword and pushed it back into its scabbard.
The branch manager, who had been stunned by my words, quickly stroked Song Baek-pungsa’s face.
However, upon seeing the skin being pulled tight with the movement of his hand, he makes a cold expression.
“W-what on earth is this! It is Songbaekpungsa! No matter how much of a guest you are, to use the Hao Sect to commit such reckless murder!! If so, I will certainly not stand idly by!”
I asked him, who was very excited.
Did you bring the Hwagolsan?
“I told you clearly. I have no intention of letting this slide…”
To confirm that it is a human skin mask, you need bone marrow.
“What is that…….”
The branch manager falls silent at my unwavering attitude.
After hesitating for a moment, he eventually handed me the Hwagolsan, and I began to sprinkle a very small amount of it little by little on Songbaekpungsa’s face.
yet.
Hiss, hiss, hiss
White smoke rises and the skin begins to roll up.
Then, the skin forming the face peeled off, and underneath appeared a man with a grotesque face, having had his nose and parts of his ears cut off.
“Um, are you saying it wasn’t Songbaekpungsa?”
The branch manager slumped down as if possessed by a ghost and stared at me blankly.
Although I am well aware of the psychological shock suffered by someone encountering a demon’s true identity for the first time, I had no room to comfort him. ‘It would have been a little better if he had at least fought back.’ For even I, who knew Song Baek-pung-sa’s true identity, was overwhelmed by severe mental fatigue.
