Chapter 212 – Erotic Battle (15)

“How could someone who just crossed the line of agreement become the mighty Gwang-eumma Army so easily…!”

“That young man is the Samjae Geomryong. Rumor has it that he recently reached the highest level of martial arts, the Chojuljeong.”

“Wow…so that wasn’t just a false rumor.”

Voices filled with amazement could be heard around me.

By the way, Gwang-eumma Army…? What a cool nickname. I’m still just the Samjae Geomryong.

Well, now that I’ve reached the highest level, won’t I get a new nickname?

I couldn’t show my true abilities because I died at the hands of Eumgong, a master of the Yin school who was not compatible with me in many ways.

Just in case, I cut off his neck to prevent him from being revived as a zombie.

“Phew….”

I breathed lightly and raised my head.

Is this the aftermath of the battle with Gwang-eumma Army? The people around me formed a circle and didn’t come closer than a certain distance.

When I took a step closer, they took a step back. When I took another step, they did the same.

And the awe and suspicion I felt from their eyes.

“???”

When will they stop treating me like a pack of wolves and attack me all at once….

Well, it’s not hard to understand. The higher the level, the greater the difference between one level and the next.

If I were to jump into their midst, I would be killed on the spot, so it’s natural for them to be cautious.

To be honest, this is the first time I’ve been the object of such fear, so I’m a little nervous.

I smirked and looked around again.

Pang Soso and Sama-monyeo were still fighting steadily.

We were worried because our strength was inferior to that of the Chojuljeong and below, but it’s not as bad as we thought.

As expected, the main reason is the two people who are rampaging in the distance.

Dokwang Dangjin-woo.

Shinsan-guimo Jegalmyeong.

Unlike zombies, humans die with just a drop of poison in their vital points. And Dokwang is a master of masters who has reached the highest level with such poison and acupuncture skills.

Whenever he flicks his sleeve, dozens of people die instantly.

I recognized him when he gave his poison blood to Sama-mang, but he must have sharpened his poison and acupuncture skills with a knife.

It’s a truly terrifying sight that could appear in my nightmares.

Already, one of the Hwagyeong masters who were supposed to stop Dokwang has become a hedgehog and fled.

There will be no one to stop him for a while.

On the other hand, Shinsan-guimo was fighting very efficiently.

Suddenly, a dense fog descended. I don’t know what kind of formation they’re using, but it’s their enemies who are fighting each other.

Shinsan-guimo’s job is to occasionally overcome the fog’s influence or take care of those who are lucky enough to escape.

However, just that alone was enough to change the flow of the battlefield. Even with my outsider’s eyes, I could tell it was a significant achievement.

Moreover, it’s not like his martial arts were weak.

The white beads floating in the air were wandering around Jegalmyeong, selecting only those who seemed to be at the peak or pinnacle of their abilities and killing them.

Although his impression as a soldier of the Muryeong was strong, and his nickname was Shinsan-guimo, Jegalmyeong was also a formidable Hwagyeong warrior.

It would be impossible for anyone who wasn’t a master of the same Hwagyeong to withstand his powerful energy.

For some reason, there were no Hwagyeong warriors who could face Shinsan-guimo, and it was a bit unsettling.

Did they get scared after seeing one person being cornered by Dokwang?

If they were Samaryeon guys who valued their own lives more than anything else, they could easily do that.

At this rate, we could hold out until Hong Yeon-hwa brings down Unaga Castle.

I’m a bit uneasy about what that Samaryeonju guy is doing, but it should be okay if we continue like this.

That’s what I thought.

***

At first, it was just a simple murmuring.

The Samaryeon warriors in the distance were murmuring and began to sheathe their swords.

Even though no one had ordered them to, they naturally split apart to make way.

A middle-aged man was leisurely walking from the end of that strange sight.

He had a fairly large build and a muscular body. His body had undergone considerable training, but among the Muryeong warriors, it was only an average level.

However, his red hair reminiscent of flowing blood, abnormally large hands, and unforgettable eyes full of vitality made it seem like he was claiming that he was not an ordinary Muryeong warrior.

The owner of Samaryeon. Blood-red colored horse.

What he had been doing until now, I couldn’t tell, but he finally revealed himself.

Swoosh. Swoosh.

Dragging the emaciated corpse on the ground, he spoke.

Thump.

The corpse fell lightly to the ground with a sound. Now that I think about it, his clothes were quite fancy.

“Ah.”

That’s the guy who ran away scared and almost got killed by Dokwang.

All the memorized information in my body disappeared, and I just realized it now.

Come to think of it, he wasn’t this skinny old man before, was he?

When he reached the Hwagyeong level, his aging process slowed down due to his massive internal energy, so I couldn’t tell his exact age, but at least he wasn’t that kind of old man before. He was much bigger.

But now, he’s squirming like he’s sucked all the moisture out of his body.

…Come to think of it, when we fought in Shinui, there were necklaces of dead bodies scattered around Blood-red colored horse’s feet.

Blood-red colored horse had been notorious for forcibly absorbing life force and internal energy for a long time, and was known as Maduda.

I don’t know the exact method, but could he be using this in battle?

It’s not the Absorption Technique, but what is this…

As everyone became confused, Blood-red colored horse, who felt the gazes around him, lifted the corners of his mouth and kicked the head of the corpse with his foot.

Splat.

Although he didn’t seem to put much force into it, the head crumbled like sand.

“Dokwang, was it? Thanks for saving me the trouble of dealing with you. I had a good meal.”

Blood-red colored horse laughed and taunted them. But he wasn’t finished yet.

“Last time, you left the unarmed soldiers at the gate, didn’t you? The taste of shooting them was quite enjoyable… Do you like me, by any chance? Hm? Why are you being so good to me? But I prefer women… Oh, come to think of it, didn’t you have a daughter, Dokwang?”

“You! What kind of nonsense are you spouting!”

Dokwang, with a fierce expression, ran towards him at an incredible speed.

Like the wind, he leaped high into the air, his body round like the sun.

With a brief preparation, the best swordsman of Sachundangmun once again revealed his true form to the world.

Pabababat!

Dokwang’s arms fluttered without rest. He released all kinds of memorized techniques at once, so many that it would be difficult to block them all, and so wide-ranging that it would be impossible to avoid them.

Even the backlight made it difficult to see.

The Hwagyeong master of the Samaryeon who had no name died instantly from this one blow.

Even Blood-red colored horse couldn’t withstand such a blow…

“Hmm. It seems like you misunderstood what I said.”

Hwahak.

A thick protective energy covered Blood-red colored horse’s entire body. It was reminiscent of full-body armor, several times stronger than any other Hwahak master I had seen before.

An emerald green shower fell on top of it.

Tang. Tadadang. Tadak.

The memorized techniques that collided with the protective energy bounced off weakly.

Even the memorized techniques sent by the thousands were not enough to penetrate Blood-red colored horse’s protective energy.

“I’m not asking for your permission. I just said I was going to do it. Your opinion and your daughter’s opinion are not that important.”

Blood-red colored horse smiled and received the attack head-on.

There was nothing they could do.

Due to the nature of Mancheonhwau’s abilities, he doesn’t have much time to invest in each memorized technique.

As a result, the concentration of his Hwagyeong is weaker than others.

Of course, Mancheonhwau is not a master who can be stopped by a single Hoshin technique.

In fact, the first Hwagyeong master that Dokwang faced was able to withstand his attacks for a moment before his Hoshin technique was shattered.

The problem is that Blood-red colored horse is not ordinary.

Except for Hong Yeon-hwa, he has the thickest Hoshin technique of any master I’ve seen so far…

“Tsk.”

Dokwang realized that the matchup wasn’t in his favor and stopped his attack midway, landing on the ground.

“Attacks like this won’t work. At least it has to be as thick as my lower leg to have any meaning.”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you try taking this one?”

Still angry, Dokwang flicked his sleeve again. This time, instead of a memorized technique, a dangerous-looking dark green liquid sprayed out.

It’s a specialty of the Tangmun, famous for its poison as well as its memorization skills. The Dragon Poison.

If there’s anyone who deserves the title of Dokwang, it’s him.

The dark green liquid, which was floating in the air, instead of falling to the ground, coalesced into a half-melted snake shape.

“Die!”

And the poisonous snake rushed towards Blood-red colored horse at Dokwang’s will.

Blood-red colored horse, for some reason, just stood there with his Hoshin technique still up.

The poisonous snake wrapped around his body. The Hoshin technique, which was as red as blood, was corroded by the poison like blood and lost its light.

Dokwang knew that Blood-red colored horse’s poison was not ordinary, but he never thought it could melt his Hoshin technique.

For a moment, he was excited at the thought that he might actually be able to kill Blood-red colored horse.

“I told you. These weak attacks won’t work.”

Blood-red colored horse reached out his hand and grabbed the poisonous snake by the neck…and then the poison started to seep into his hand, as if it were being absorbed.

“Hehe. As expected, Dokwang’s poison is exceptional. Compared to the other Tangga guys, they’re really weak.”

Perhaps because of the poison, the hand of Blood-red colored horse, which had turned pitch black for a moment, slowly began to regain its original color.

The Hoshin technique also regained its original ominous blood color.

It was like absorbing the poison and gaining its immunity.

Dokwang couldn’t just sit back and watch. He tried various attempts to remove the poisonous snake from Blood-red colored horse’s hand, but they all failed.

“This is ridiculous!”

Dokwang threw a memorized technique, but its power was the weakest he had ever seen.

It’s no wonder that Dokwang’s inner strength is weaker than others. He hasn’t spared any effort in his fights, and he’s even faced other Hwagyeong masters.

In addition, he’s used both Mancheonhwau and Doksah, so his energy consumption must have been extreme.

It’s not surprising that his inner strength is depleted.

“Good. I’ve seen enough. It’s time for you to die.”

Was his goal to extract and absorb the poison?

The Blood-red colored horse, who had not moved a step from his spot, rushed towards Dokwang with a satisfied smile.

“Do you think you can take me down easily?”

Dokwang gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.

Even if he had to die, he would take at least one of them with him, with venomous eyes full of determination.

Just before the two collided, a thick purple and violet fog suddenly descended around them.

“Hmm?”

“Sorry for being late. Thank you for buying us some time, Dokwang.”

Shinsan-gwimo Jegal Myeong blocked Dokwang’s path and opened his fan wide.

In an instant, the fog enveloped Blood-red colored horse, Dokwang, and Shinsan-gwimo.

“Now we’re ready. No matter how strong you are, you won’t be able to escape without killing us.”

“Well, that’s simple. There’s nothing to lose from killing the unlucky Jegal. So kill him quickly.”

With those words, a completely concealed purple martial art was unleashed.

“….”

“….”

Simultaneously, silence descended.

The only ones who can face a Hwagyeong master are other Hwagyeong masters.

All the other Hwagyeong warriors are fighting on the outskirts, so only the three in the fog can move freely.

No matter who comes out alive, it will be that person who decides the outcome. Everyone knows this, so they don’t bother to fight.

Taking advantage of this brief truce, Pungsososo and the Samamo woman retreated to the back.

“Where are we going?”

“You never know. We might have to run away.”

I don’t know what the principle is, but beyond that fog, nothing can be felt, as if it were a different world.

It would have been nice to know what was going on, but anyway, the four of them retreated to the back.

How long has it been since they retreated?

Finally, the decision was made, and the thick purple and violet fog began to dissipate slowly.

The surrounding area gradually became noisy.

And then.

“Ha! As expected, those Jegal guys are all a pain in the ass. If we had succeeded in the Yongbongji Society, we would have been in the Bongmun state by now…tsk.”

The only one standing in the cleared fog was the Blood-red colored horse.

It’s clear that he’s aiming for Samamaeng.

So, while hiding among the people before he found them, they retreated little by little.

Thud!

“Ugh!”

“Ugh…”

A tremendous force began to dominate the surroundings, centered around the Blood-red colored horse.

The lower-level warriors couldn’t resist and moved their bodies aside without their own will.

That’s how a straight line was formed between us and the Blood-red colored horse.

The guy who met my eyes smiled widely, as if he couldn’t help but look forward to what was about to happen.

“Where do you think you’re going? Huh?”

…I lost.