Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 207 : Am I Good? Am I Evil? (2)

"You dog bastard!"

"I'll kill you! Fuck!"

"Uwaaaap!"

With curses, five Demonic Cult members, who looked to be of the grand master level, jumped up, kicking the ground with a papat! sound.

Their momentum was like that of a tiger, and they had fearless eyes. But when their swords and sabers touched Jin Sa-wol's body, a faint something brushed their noses.

'The scent of blood?'

When their minds recognized that it was the smell of blood, small holes were drilled in their necks.

The sword bullets of the Sword Bullet Art had already pierced their necks.

"Weak."

Jin Sa-wol muttered in a low voice and, leaving the falling Demonic Cult members behind, walked forward.

Thump!

The heavy sound of five corpses falling echoed on the ground.

A large man in black, who looked to be in his early forties, stepped forward, looking at the falling corpses.

"Attack! What are you hesitating for! He's alone!"

He shouted and urged his subordinates. Then, about ten more stepped forward, but they flew back with large holes drilled in their chests and rolled at the feet of the man in black.

The man in black, with a face full of killing intent, took two large steps towards Jin Sa-wol.

A distance of four zhang. If he entered three zhang, it was a distance where Jin Sa-wol's sword could reach. The man in black seemed to have read that.

The man in black cracked his two fists with a ttuduk! sound and said.

"I am Yuk Dae-jeong of the Yuk family of the Demonic Cult. Who are you?"

"Jin Sa-wol."

"What is your relationship with Gung Ma-yeop? Are you his disciple?"

"We are acquaintances."

Jin Sa-wol answered briefly.

When he heard the name Yuk Dae-jeong, he recalled that he was the master of the Inspection Pavilion. Although he did not know what he was doing now, he knew that he was a cousin of Yuk Sam-yuk and a skilled person with considerable martial arts.

"You arrogant bastard."

Yuk Dae-jeong, with a cold face, greatly raised his internal energy.

His body was enveloped in a blue airflow, and a fog similar to a blue dragon wrapped around his shoulders and spun.

Compared to the Blue Dragon Man that Yuk Sam-yuk had shown, it seemed to be one level lower.

Yuk Dae-jeong's two hands took on a blue light, and his neck also turned into blue scales. The Blue Dragon Man was a demonic art that created a body of sword and saber invulnerability.

A smile appeared on the lips of Yuk Dae-jeong, who had raised the Blue Dragon Man.

"You can't even scratch my body. I won't kill you gently."

The moment his words ended, Yuk Dae-jeong took a large step forward and pushed his two palms together into the air.

As a blue light flashed, a huge blue dragon opened its mouth and flew towards Jin Sa-wol.

It was the ultimate move of the Blue Dragon Breaking Wind.

"Ooh! It's the Blue Dragon Palm!"

"As expected of the Yuk family!"

Yuk Dae-jeong's subordinates were greatly impressed and raised their voices.

Jin Sa-wol did not move and admired the flying blue dragon. It was certainly lighter in color than Yuk Sam-yuk's, and there was a clear difference in number. Yuk Sam-yuk had created more than ten blue dragons.

A translucent, glass-like energy rose from under Jin Sa-wol's feet and flew vertically.

"Huh?"

Yuk Dae-jeong's eyes widened as he saw his blue dragon being cut and spreading wide to the left and right.

After that, a seogeok! sound was heard, and Yuk Dae-jeong's body was split.

The glass that had cut from his groin to his forehead did not stop and, after cutting through the bodies of the subordinates who were standing behind Yuk Dae-jeong, flew another fifteen zhang and then disappeared.

Yuk Dae-jeong trembled all over and looked down at his lower body. He felt his body slowly splitting.

"This is fucking... ridiculous..."

As the split body of Yuk Dae-jeong fell as a lump of meat, the subordinates who were standing behind him also fell to the floor in a similar manner.

A thick smell of blood was rising from the ground.

Jin Sa-wol had unfolded the sixth sword of the Ghost Soul Seven Swords, the Hell Severing Soul Sword. If the ultimate move of cutting in two was falling from the sky, the Hell Severing Soul Sword was the opposite, an ultimate move that rose from the ground.

It was a great waste of internal energy to unfold it against Yuk Dae-jeong.

But since he had unfolded an ultimate move that he had never properly unfolded before against the Blue Dragon Man, he was satisfied with the result.

The Blue Dragon Man was a body of sword and saber invulnerability. In the past, Jin Sa-wol had a memory of struggling when he had faced Yuk Sam-yuk's Blue Dragon Man.

He had shaken off that memory. The Hell Severing Soul Sword was a sword that could even cut the blue skin of the Blue Dragon Man.

The most ideal method would have been to pierce his neck during the short time Yuk Dae-jeong was unfolding the Blue Dragon Man.

'It's okay.'

Jin Sa-wol, after recalling the power of the Hell Severing Soul Sword, raised his head.

He looked around at the Demonic Cult members who had surrounded him with an indifferent face. They were standing with hardened expressions and were on standby, swallowing their dry saliva.

No one tried to step forward first.

It was inevitable. The number of corpses scattered around Jin Sa-wol had already exceeded a hundred, and they had all died in a cruel manner.

Jin Sa-wol had cut people like tofu or stabbed them to death.

"He didn't even draw his sword."

"Fucking dog bastard..."

"It's a demonic sword."

Although a low whispering voice was heard, Jin Sa-wol did not care.

"Is there no more?"

The one who wants to die, come at me.

Jin Sa-wol said that very briefly.

The Demonic Cult members seemed to have understood Jin Sa-wol's words well. They could not move even with Jin Sa-wol, who was standing like a stone statue, in front of them.

Just then, a boom! sound echoed, and a strong wind blew.

The ground shook, and Gung Ma-yeop's figure was pushed back and hit the wall.

Bang! Crash!

As the wall collapsed, Gung Ma-yeop, who had sat down in it, coughed up blood and then stood up with a blood-soaked appearance.

In front of Gung Ma-yeop, Dokgo Hwi's sword was dancing with sword energy.

"Go gently."

"You go. King Yama will like it!"

At Dokgo Hwi's voice, Gung Ma-yeop jumped up and swung his saber. The saber energy flashed, and a strong wind blew, facing Dokgo Hwi's sword.

As the sword and saber clashed, a slap! sound echoed, and Gung Ma-yeop's figure retreated.

He had been pushed back by the sword power contained in Dokgo Hwi's sword.

"Your resistance is strong."

Dokgo Hwi, who had flown up with a whoosh!, extended his sword at Gung Ma-yeop's forehead.

In that instant, a sword suddenly protruded from Gung Ma-yeop's right side with a short swish! sound.

Gung Ma-yeop, who had turned his eyes, saw Na Hyeon-gi and his sword.

He had waited until he was tired and then, seeing a large gap, had struck.

Gung Ma-yeop let out a curse and retreated.

"You dog bastards."

Gung Ma-yeop staggered and moved his saber to defend against the simultaneous attack of the two. But he could not block both. Since Na Hyeon-gi's sword was faster than Dokgo Hwi's, he struck his sword first.

Clang!

With a spark, after pushing away Na Hyeon-gi's sword, he saw the sword energy of Dokgo Hwi brushing his back.

Whoosh! Chwak!

As blood spurted, a long sword scar was drawn on Gung Ma-yeop's back.

"Keuk!"

Gung Ma-yeop, who had retreated, staggered and quickly turned his body, but as the two rushed at him at the same time, he opened his eyes wide.

Na Hyeon-gi aimed for his neck, and Dokgo Hwi aimed for his solar plexus and dantian and extended his sword forward.

If he had to take one of the two and die together, it was Dokgo Hwi.

Whoosh! Gung Ma-yeop, who had turned his body, raised his saber at Dokgo Hwi. In that instant, he saw the shadow of Jin Sa-wol like smoke.

Thwack! Clang! Thump!

A loud sound echoed when his phantom turned into a person.

"Kraaak!"

Dokgo Hwi, who had retreated about ten steps, bent his waist and held his abdomen.

Na Hyeon-gi was also pushed back three zhang with his sword raised.

Na Hyeon-gi, with a hardened expression, slowly lowered his sword and recalled Jin Sa-wol, who had struck his sword.

When Gung Ma-yeop was in danger, Jin Sa-wol had flown in quickly, pushed Dokgo Hyeon's sword with his arm, and stabbed his abdomen with the scabbard.

After that, he had struck Na Hyeon-gi's sword with the scabbard.

It had happened in the blink of an eye.

Jin Sa-wol turned his head to Gung Ma-yeop, who was standing with a surprised face.

"Retreat."

"Kraaak! Cough! Cough!"

Gung Ma-yeop, who had coughed up blood, sat down on the spot.

"Heok! Heok! I have no strength to move."

Since he had no strength in his legs, he had no choice but to sit. He, who had a hard time even holding his saber, held it in his arms and looked up at Jin Sa-wol.

"If you're going to kill me, kill me, and if you're going to save me, save me."

In a word, it meant to do as he pleased.

Jin Sa-wol, as if he were annoyed, frowned slightly and then looked at the rushing Dokgo Hyeon.

"If you don't want to die, don't interfere unnecessarily and get out of the way!"

Dokgo Hwi, who had jumped up, shouting with a fierce momentum, raised a sword energy at Jin Sa-wol's neck.

Swish!

A silver sword energy drew a semicircle and headed for Jin Sa-wol.

In that instant, Jin Sa-wol's figure became blurry, and then his left palm extended to Dokgo Hwi's chest.

Dokgo Hwi was startled and opened his eyes wide.

With a bang! sound, his figure flew back three zhang, rolled on the floor, and then stood up.

Jin Sa-wol, who had unfolded the Six-Layer Demonic Palm, was standing in the same place.

'He blocked it.'

Jin Sa-wol, who had withdrawn his left palm, examined the staggering Dokgo Hwi.

When his hand had touched Dokgo Hwi's chest, Dokgo Hwi had instinctively folded his left arm and blocked his chest.

If he had hit his heart directly, he would have lost consciousness or coughed up blood and fallen, but since he had hit his arm, he could still stand.

Dokgo Hwi raised his sword, aimed it at Jin Sa-wol, and raised his killing intent.

"What are you... Hmph... Ugh!"

Dokgo Hwi, who had lost consciousness with a thud! sound, fell, and Jin Sa-wol nodded.

Although he had blocked the palm power of the Six-Layer Demonic Palm with his arm, his heart could not have not been shocked.

Since it was a palm power that contained five-tenths of his internal energy, it was amazing that he had even stood up.

In that instant, Jin Sa-wol quickly turned his body, drew his sword, and stabbed forward.

Clang!

The tip of the sword and the tip of the sword met.

The ultimate move of Na Hyeon-gi's Ghost God Short Life Sword and Jin Sa-wol's Hundred Ghost Killing Sword clashed in the air at the same time.

Although a spark flew slightly, the eyes of the two did not move from the air.

Jin Sa-wol already knew the soundless Ghost God Short Life Sword. Although he could have blocked it with the scabbard, he had drawn his sword out of courtesy.

"Why did you come?"

"Because I can't live with debt."

At Na Hyeon-gi's answer, Jin Sa-wol withdrew his sword and retreated about one zhang.

Although he had lowered his sword, the Ghost Soul Seven Swords was something that could unfold a fast sword at any time.

Jin Sa-wol felt that Na Hyeon-gi's prayer was stronger than before.

'Did he get a lucky chance?'

He felt a unique feeling that he would not have felt in the past. The smell of the orthodox sect also flowed out, and the thick killing intent of the demonic art was also visible.

Na Hyeon-gi said, putting strength into his eyes.

"If it were another place, I would have had a drink, but it's a shame because this place is filled with the smell of blood."

"Are you going to be the Cult Leader?"

"Yes."

When Jin Sa-wol asked, Na Hyeon-gi nodded. There was no need to hide it.

"I will become the Demonic Cult Leader and get rid of all the old and rotten water."

Na Hyeon-gi cast his gaze at Gung Ma-yeop and said again.

"If you are my friend and a killing ghost of the Ghost Spirit Valley, kill Gung Ma-yeop now."

Na Hyeon-gi was exuding a domineering prayer with a low voice. Although he had said he was a friend, he was clearly giving an order to Jin Sa-wol.

Jin Sa-wol did not move.

Na Hyeon-gi, as if he were angry, put strength into his voice.

"Follow my order. Jin Sa-un."

The name Jin Sa-un was grating to Jin Sa-wol's ears, and he turned his attention away from Na Hyeon-gi and, embracing Gung Ma-yeop, put him on his back.

Na Hyeon-gi raised his voice once more.

"If you disobey my order here now, we will become enemies!"

(End of Chapter)