SYM 54

“Old ghoul, judging by how you’ve survived to your age with that kind of perception, you must’ve had incredibly good luck. But what a pity? Looks like you’ve used up all that luck now.”

“What did you say?”

The Blood Demon grimaced fiercely. However, he didn’t rush in easily. As an old monster who had survived for a long time, the Blood Demon was very cautious. Besides, the Blood Demon was originally skilled in formation techniques, not particularly outstanding in personal martial prowess.

If Ha Yeo-un had been just another decent junior, perhaps, but he wasn’t foolish enough to charge in now that Ha Yeo-un had revealed his power.

Ha Yeo-un scanned the Blood Demon, Blood Shadow Sword, and Demonic Spirit in turn, and began to provoke them.

“If the old monster set up the formation, then that gloomy guy must have released the poison and Undead. So, is the remaining one the servant of the blind man and the old woman?”

At Ha Yeo-un’s words, Blood Shadow Sword stood up abruptly, his face turning crimson.

“That damn bastard…! This old man will teach you some manners today. Let’s see if you have skills as great as your tongue!”

Blood Shadow Sword was the youngest of the three, so he was easily drawn into the provocation.

However, Ha Yeo-un didn’t even look at Blood Shadow Sword, instead casting his gaze upon Demonic Spirit. He seemed to be the highest-ranking of the three.

“I’ll handle that guy, so everyone else stay out of it!”

Ignoring him, Blood Shadow Sword finally couldn’t hold back and drew his sword.

Blood Shadow Sword also felt that Ha Yeo-un’s aura was unusual, but he didn’t think he would be pushed back.

He specialized in toying with opponents using his sharp quick sword and flamboyant footwork. He had severed the necks of countless righteous sect youngsters who didn’t know their place with that quick sword.

The righteous sect youngsters grew up like flowers in a greenhouse and thought they were great with the Martial Arts they had learned.

Even though White-Robed Divine Dragon Ha Yeo-un came from a small to medium-sized sect, he was still a righteous sect youngster. A youngster who thought that martial art stances and duels where they just shouted out the names of martial art stances were everything could never be a match for someone who had survived life-and-death battles.

“Blood Shadow Sword, Blood Demon, Demonic Spirit. You all have grandiose titles. They’re names that would be incredibly embarrassing to get beaten up with.”

At Ha Yeo-un’s words, Blood Shadow Sword chuckled and spat on the ground.

“Your nose is high in the sky. You’d better have skills as great as that long tongue of yours!”

Blood Shadow Sword’s blade instantly came right up to Ha Yeo-un’s nose.

Blood Shadow Sword pretended to extend his sword but kicked up dirt with his foot. He planned to stab with his sword when Ha Yeo-un tried to avoid the dirt.

However, in the blink of an eye, Ha Yeo-un and Blood Shadow Sword had switched positions somehow. While Blood Shadow Sword was blankly stammering, Ha Yeo-un lightly kicked Blood Shadow Sword’s foot.

Losing his balance, Blood Shadow Sword staggered and his leg slid out. At that moment, his side felt hot. He saw Ha Yeo-un’s fan brush past.

“Kuh!”

Bright red blood gushed out over his white clothes. Blood Shadow Sword clutched his side and quickly ran away.

“Only fast at running away. Are you a petty thief instead of a martial artist?”

Blood Shadow Sword’s eyes turned bloodshot at Ha Yeo-un’s sarcastic words.

“You bastard, don’t expect to die easily!”

Blood Shadow Sword charged in much faster than before.

Clang, clang! Clang!

Each time the sword and fan collided, a sharp metallic sound echoed like a scream. Several exchanges occurred, but Blood Shadow Sword couldn’t make Ha Yeo-un move even a step.

“Blood Shadow Sword! Retreat!”

“Shut up! I’m going to finish this guy off, so no one interfere!”

The Blood Demon told him to retreat, but Blood Shadow Sword seemed even more offended by those words.

A savage aura different from anything before emanated from Blood Shadow Sword’s body, and his eyes turned bright red.

“Red eyes. Did he learn Demonic Art?”

“Hehehe, why? Are you scared now? It’s no use. I can’t be stopped now until I chew up your heart!”

Among Demonic Arts, there were some that turned the eyes themselves red. Most of those Demonic Arts craved blood and made one’s temperament violent. Ha Yeo-un clicked his tongue as he watched Blood Shadow Sword, who had used Demonic Art as his last resort, charge at him. It was both amusing and pitiful to see him charging at Cheonma, who could be said to be the founder of Demonic Art, while using Demonic Art.

“Die!”

Clang! Clang!

Sword and sword intertwined.

Even though Blood Shadow Sword had amplified his physical strength several times with Demonic Art, it didn’t seem difficult for Ha Yeo-un to deal with him. This clearly showed how different the two people’s skills were.

Thick blood vessels bulged out on Blood Shadow Sword’s distorted face. But no matter what he did, he couldn’t escape Ha Yeo-un’s grasp.

“Demonic Spirit! Are you just going to watch Blood Shadow Sword like that? He’s no match for that guy.”

An anxious look appeared on the Blood Demon’s face.

The fact that Blood Shadow Sword, who had even used Demonic Art, was so easily outmatched meant that Ha Yeo-un’s level was much greater than they had expected.

“I’ll step in.”

Demonic Spirit untied the string covering his eyes. Then, eyes full of scars were revealed. Demonic Spirit rolled his white eyes and slammed the staff he was holding hard on the ground.

Then, the Undead, who had been quietly standing still until now, all began to move at once.

The Undead all looked like martial artists, but the unusual thing was that animals were mixed in among the Undead.

They were things like tigers with bodies as big as houses or black bears that seemed three or four times larger than humans. Emitting a chilling aura and growling, they all seemed to be Undead.

Ha Yeo-un glanced at the Undead once and then rushed at Blood Shadow Sword. Before Blood Shadow Sword could even realize his situation, Ha Yeo-un’s sword was thrust under Blood Shadow Sword’s neck.

“Hand over the antidote before I cut off this guy’s neck.”

“Blood Shadow Sword! Wh, what is this!”

Blood Shadow Sword struggled to escape from Ha Yeo-un, but he couldn’t move at all because his blood points had already been sealed.

Seeing that, Demonic Spirit finally sighed and stepped forward.

“…Blood Demon. I told you from the beginning that we didn’t need such a youngster. Undead alone are enough. There’s no antidote, so just kill that noisy guy.”

Demonic Spirit’s reaction was cold.

“Demonic Spiriiiiit! You damn bastard…!”

At those words, Ha Yeo-un didn’t hesitate and slit Blood Shadow Sword’s throat. In an instant, blood spurted out like a fountain and Blood Shadow Sword collapsed.

Demonic Spirit’s eyes as he looked at Blood Shadow Sword were extremely cold.

“Thanks for killing a minnow who didn’t even have faith for me.”

“Hand over Eldest Young Master’s antidote and retreat, and I won’t chase you. This is my last offer.”

Ha Yeo-un slammed the blade, dripping with blood from Blood Shadow Sword’s neck, into the ground.

The sword, imbued with internal energy, pierced into the ground like cutting tofu. It was a kind of show of force. Demonic Spirit smirked at the sight.

“White-Robed Divine Dragon’s martial prowess is amazing. To be honest, I like friends with spirit and skill like White-Robed Divine Dragon. I’d like to grant your request if possible. But that’s a bit difficult right now. We definitely need Eldest Young Master Undead.”

Ha Yeo-un narrowed his eyes and scanned Demonic Spirit and the Blood Demon, and even Madam Hwang, who was standing further away with his guards.

“Isn’t it the corpses of martial artists that you need? Eldest Young Master doesn’t know anything about Martial Arts. How about making Namgung Eun-gwang an Undead instead? I’ll help you.”

“What nonsense are you spouting! How dare you mention our Eun-gwang!”

“White-Robed Divine Dragon. The more I see you, the more I like you. You’re too good of a talent to leave in the righteous sect. Okay, I’ll make an offer this time. If you hand over Eldest Young Master, I’ll let you out of the formation. How about it?”

Ha Yeo-un burst into laughter at the different words of Madam Hwang and Demonic Spirit. It was a clear and light laugh.

“That’s a load of crap.”

“…What?”

“If my master were here, he would have said this: Those crap-like guys are only talking crap.”