Chapter 114: Blue and Red Twin Swords-2
Chapter 114: Blue and Red Twin Swords-2
The elder of Sucheonhoe, the Sly Snake Swordsman Beon Sa-cheong, was a peak-level master who had surpassed the seventy-year wall of internal energy and the Outer Hall Master, the third-in-command of Sucheonhoe.
When he came out to look after hearing the commotion, the sight that met his eyes was the Maeng Ung Dae Commander Cha Ho-jung collapsing like a puppet after losing consciousness.
"W-what?!"
It was a very bewildering situation, but his reaction was quick.
He immediately gave instructions to the bodyguard warrior who had followed him.
"You, go immediately and mobilize the Maeng Sa Dae and Maeng Rang Dae! At once! And also convey this news to the sect leader right away!"
Then, drawing his sword, he approached the two, a man and a woman.
Although countless outer hall warriors were surrounding them with drawn swords, now that the Maeng Ung Dae had been destroyed by just two people, they did not seem to be of much help.
Beon Sa-cheong shouted.
"Where are you from, daring to run rampant in our Sucheonhoe?!"
Then, the two pale-skinned individuals, a man and a woman, wrapped entirely in red and blue respectively, looked at Beon Sa-cheong with expressionless faces.
The man in blue spoke first.
"We are the Blue-Red Twin Swords! Where is Mak Woo-jeon, the greatest villain of Sichuan?!"
A clear, resonant voice that made it hard to guess their age.
Beon Sa-cheong furrowed his brows deeply and shouted.
"What nonsense are you spouting about the sect leader?! How dare you call our sect leader the greatest villain of Sichuan!"
Then, the two suddenly burst into laughter.
"Kihahahahaha!"
"Ohohohohoho!"
It was a strange laughter that formed a mysterious harmony and shook one's soul.
At that terrible sound, the warriors gathered around had to stagger, groaning.
When Beon Sa-cheong also could not help but frown, the man in blue, who had stopped laughing, spoke to him.
"Don't you also know well why that bastard is the greatest villain of Sichuan?"
Then Beon Sa-cheong's expression hardened sharply.
Then he hurriedly shouted.
"Nonsense! What are you doing?! Attack those bastards at once!"
The warriors who received his command rushed at the two individuals.
Beon Sa-cheong was also aiming his sword and looking for an opening to charge in.
"Haaaaap!"
"Die!"
"Uwaaaaap!"
A wave of swords poured in from all directions.
Then, the two again clasped each other's hands and began to spin like a Taiji.
Pababababak!
"Keu-e-eok!"
"Keu-a-a-ak!"
"Keu-heo-eok!"
It was like a dragon whirlwind.
A dragon whirlwind that deflected everything that charged at them.
The red and blue Taiji-shaped dragon whirlwind was gradually increasing in speed as time passed.
As he watched, Beon Sa-cheong's expression darkened.
It was because he had been waiting for an opening to attack, but in that state, it seemed like no opening would appear at all.
"You bastards!"
Unable to watch any longer, Beon Sa-cheong finally raised his sword and threw himself toward them.
"Uwaaaaap!"
With a martial shout, his sword emitted a brilliant light and divided into several branches as it stabbed at the man and woman.
Each branch curved not in a straight line but in a curve; it was an agile, snake-like sword technique that had earned him the nickname Sly Snake Swordsman.
But at that moment, a change occurred in the actions of the two individuals who had seemed to only keep spinning.
The woman in red threw the man in blue forward as if hurling him.
Hwaaak!
Then, the man being propelled forward drew his sword like a ray of light and stabbed with a single strike.
It was a sword technique that disregarded defense, as if aiming for mutual destruction.
Beon Sa-cheong flinched and had no choice but to switch to defense.
It was because he had never expected the opponent to attack so recklessly.
"W-what?!"
But the moment he swung his sword to deflect the opponent's sword strike, Beon Sa-cheong could realize that his sword had cut through empty air.
With a horrified face, he shouted.
"An illusion sword?!"
The sword strike that had seemed like mutual destruction was a feint.
And at that moment, the woman in red, who had switched positions with the man, was charging at him.
Three sharp sword qi.
It was a surprise attack like a ray of light that caught him off guard.
"Keuk!"
Beon Sa-cheong kicked the ground with all his might.
In a situation where he was completely caught up in the enemy's tempo, he thought to first step back.
But when he stepped back, this time the woman in red really threw the man as if hurling a projectile.
It was a fierce momentum as if throwing a throwing weapon.
And at that moment, Beon Sa-cheong's back collided with the wall of the main hall behind him.
Teo-eok!
He could no longer step back further.
"Oh no!"
The man, shot like a throwing weapon, was flying toward Beon Sa-cheong, whose face had turned pale, with his sword raised.
Unable to dodge any further, Beon Sa-cheong gritted his teeth and focused on the man's sword.
Since he now knew the enemy even used illusion swords, he had to somehow carefully block the attack.
But strangely, the man did not swing his sword.
He was merely flying toward him as is.
When the man did not swing his sword until the very last moment, Beon Sa-cheong's eyes widened greatly as he was only focusing on the sword's movements.
"W-what?!"
The next moment, the blue-clad man's body slam crashed into Beon Sa-cheong.
Peo-eo-eok!
"Keu-eo-eo-eok!"
It was like a frog crushed by a stone.
Beon Sa-cheong's completely caved-in body burst through the wall of the main hall and burrowed into it.
The wall where he had disappeared was in a state of being completely blown open as if hit by a cannon.
Then, after a moment, one side of the main hall, with its wall and pillars broken, completely collapsed.
Warreureureung!
At that time, the man in blue had already returned to the side of the woman in red.
As if nothing had happened, with a calm demeanor.
Though only two people were devastating Sucheonhoe, the warriors now looked at the two pale individuals whose expressions hadn't changed even a bit, with faces full of fear, and could not bring themselves to rush at them.
At that moment, the woman in red, Dang Yeoeun wearing a human skin mask, sent a telepathic message to the man in blue, Seonwoo Jin.
- But you said we wouldn't kill anyone?
When they decided to directly invade Sucheonhoe, Seonwoo Jin had said to refrain from killing because they didn't know who was involved in the incident.
So he had been dealing with most opponents using the brawling technique without even drawing his sword.
But this time, Seonwoo Jin hadn't just killed the elder who seemed to be the opponent; he had brutally slain him to the point of completely shattering him.
Dang Yeoeun was asking about the reason for that.
Seonwoo Jin also answered with a telepathic message.
- That person didn't seem innocent. When others called Mak Woo-jeon a villain, they showed a bewildered reaction, but that one flinched and tried to quickly shut them up.
- Ah, I see.
Dang Yeoeun marveled once again at Seonwoo Jin's scheming.
She had thought it was just an act to pretend to be strange people because they kept calling Mak Woo-jeon the greatest villain, but there had been such meaning behind it.
Indeed, the more she watched him from beside him, the more he was undeniably an amazing person.
Seonwoo Jin asked Dang Yeoeun.
- Lady Dang, isn't doing this kind of thing hard for you?
Then Dang Yeoeun's bright voice came through.
- It's so fun! So this is why there are many strange people among martial artists! Thank you so much for letting me have this experience, Young Master!
At Dang Yeoeun's completely excited voice, Seonwoo Jin smiled bitterly inside.
To her, who had always lived suppressing herself, this seemed to feel like a very thrilling adventure.
Contrary to that, Seonwoo Jin, despite his outward appearance of a mask-like eccentric, hadn't let go of his tension internally.
This was because maintaining the line was critically important in this affair. The line where they themselves wouldn't be endangered, the line where their identities wouldn't be exposed.
So he hadn't been in a state of mind to enjoy it, but upon hearing Dang Yeoeun's delighted voice, a feeling of satisfaction rose within him nonetheless.
Being able to give joy to Dang Yeoeun, who had always lived trapped inside the shell of a wounded child, was an immensely rewarding thing for Seonwoo Jin himself as well.
Moreover, the fact that he was executing the Yin-Yang Combined Attack Technique together with her felt strange.
This Yin-Yang Combined Attack Technique was a martial art he had read about in the Seonwoo Clan's Martial Archive and thought it would be fun to try with someone someday.
'To be precise, I thought it would be nice to use it together with Na So-jeo when I met her again.'
But now he was in a situation where he had to sort out his feelings for Na Seo-yu, and the Yin-Yang Combined Attack Technique was being unfolded with Dang Yeoeun, whom he had never imagined.
As expected, life was unpredictable.
At that moment, Seonwoo Jin's eyes caught sight of new figures surging toward them from the front.
Judging by their unified attire, they were roughly a hundred martial artists, appearing to be two groups of armed forces.
While clearing his throat toward them, Seonwoo Jin prepared to modulate his voice again.
This Voice Alteration Technique was a miscellaneous skill he had obtained from Hao Gate this time.
"I wish to use my hands on small fry no longer! Where is Mak Woo-jeon, the greatest villain of Sichuan?!"
As his ringing voice echoed, the ones who seemed to be the commanders of the two armed forces shouted in furious voices.
"What nonsense is that?! Why is our society leader called the greatest villain of Sichuan?!"
Seonwoo Jin, who carefully observed whether their reactions were bewilderment or rage, sent a telepathic transmission to Dang Yeoeun.
[Two! Three!]
And the two of them burst into laughter simultaneously.
"Kihahahahaha!"
"Ohohohohoho!"
Those eerie, chilling laughter sounds resonated with each other and spread throughout the entire space.
It was a sinister laughter that forced those with weak internal energy to cover their ears and stagger involuntarily.
Before storming into Sucheonhoe, the thing he had practiced the most with Dang Yeoeun, along with the Yin-Yang Combined Attack Technique, was this Ghostly Laughter.
Ghostly Laughter was a sound attack that amplified its effect using harmony, and if synchronized precisely, the more people who used it, the more its destructive power increased—that was its characteristic.
This was also one of the martial arts Seonwoo Jin had memorized from the Seonwoo Clan's Martial Archive.
Having broken the enemy's momentum through the laughter, Seonwoo Jin spoke again in a ringing voice.
"Pitiful wretches! Blind as you are, you do not even recognize the greatest villain of Sichuan standing right before your eyes! I have no business with such deficient creatures as you! Summon Mak Woo-jeon at once!"
Then, the commanders of the two armed forces gnashed their teeth and shouted.
"Shut your mouth! Maeng Sa Dae! All of you, attack those ones!"
"Maeng Rang Dae! Charge!"
The moment their commands fell, the hundred-odd martial artists rushed toward the two of them.
It was an overwhelming sight, like waves surging toward a sandcastle.
But what they had rushed at was no sandcastle.
Only the fiercely rising crimson and azure dragon whirlwinds greeted them once more.
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!
"Kuaaaaaak!"
"Euaaaaaak!"
"Keuaaaaaak!"
The martial artists who had charged in were bounced away at a speed faster than they had come.
The nearby pavilions caught in the dragon whirlwind were crumbling and collapsing yet again.
Then, at last, he appeared.
The society leader of Sucheonhoe, the strongest martial artist of southern Sichuan gazing upon the wall of transcendent peak, the Heaven-Ascending Swordsman Mak Woo-jeon.
"Th-this can't be."
Mak Woo-jeon looked around the grounds with devastated eyes.
Martial artists collapsed here and there, letting out groans.
Pavilions shattered as if struck by cannonballs.
Gazing upon that spectacle, Mak Woo-jeon reflected on his past self who had thought it wouldn't possibly come to the point where he himself had to step forward.
Even though it had been a sudden surprise attack, he had never imagined they would be devastated to this extent by just two people.
With fury surging to the top of his head, Mak Woo-jeon immediately hurled his body toward them.
"You baaaaastards!"
Syuhaaaaak!
Mak Woo-jeon's sword, emitting a brilliant green sword qi, slashed toward the dragon whirlwind that had been bouncing the martial artists away.
It was a sword strike of tremendous momentum, as if it would split them in half along with space itself.
Puhyaaaaak!
As his sword split space, the dragon whirlwind actually parted.
With a single sword strike, Mak Woo-jeon had dismantled the combined attack of the two freaks that had been grinding down countless martial artists.
At that overwhelming display of martial prowess, the warriors watching from the surroundings erupted in cheers.
"Uwaaaaah!"
"As expected of the society leader!"
"As expected of the Heaven-Ascending Swordsman! The supreme master of southern Sichuan!"
However, the face of Mak Woo-jeon, who had displayed such martial prowess, was not particularly bright.
The man and woman who had been split to either side were now rejoining just a few zhang in front of him.
The reason the two had been separated was not because of Mak Woo-jeon's sword, but because of Seonwoo Jin's judgment in having sensed his appearance in advance.
Seonwoo Jin spoke in a ringing voice.
"At last, you have appeared, greatest villain of Sichuan, Mak Woo-jeon!"
Then Mak Woo-jeon, his eyes flinching, shouted.
"Greatest villain of Sichuan, to me?! What nonsense are you spouting for mere intruders?!"
As he shouted in apparent rage, Seonwoo Jin, wearing a sardonic smile that was visible even through the human skin mask, asked in return.
"Having sacrificed so many lives for your private greed, do you intend to deny that you are the greatest villain of Sichuan? As expected, you are utterly shameless."
At this, Mak Woo-jeon's face visibly hardened for a moment.
But it was only for an instant.
Immediately gnashing his teeth, Mak Woo-jeon shouted at them and charged, as if refusing to waste any more time.
"Nonsense!"
It was an attack delivered with all his might, with a momentum even more ferocious than the first strike earlier.
His force, boasting martial prowess on the same level as Hwa Young-bin the Red Sunset Divine Sword or Seol Pung, was truly astonishing.
But Seonwoo Jin was not flustered in the slightest.
As if he had already predicted it, he merely threw something at the ground in front of him where Mak Woo-jeon was charging.
Pwoooooong!
The object that struck the ground immediately caused an explosion.
And as black smoke spread out in all directions like billowing clouds the instant it exploded, the startled Mak Woo-jeon hurriedly held his breath and retreated.
It was because he thought it might be a poison pellet.
But contrary to his concerns, it was merely a simple smoke bomb.
And what Mak Woo-jeon saw after the smoke vanished was only the now-empty spot where the two freaks had vanished without a trace.
Mak Woo-jeon, unable to contain his boiling rage, roared.
"You baaaaaaaastards!"
From the shame of having been utterly toyed with without having accomplished anything, and from the meaningful words spoken by the freak in blue, Mak Woo-jeon absolutely could not let them go like this.
"Chase after those bastards immediately! Whatever it takes, they must be caught! Do not miss them at any cost!"
At the momentum of Mak Woo-jeon, who was leaping in fury with anger surging to the top of his head, the warriors of Sucheonhoe hurriedly organized a pursuit squad and had to follow the freaks.
But the freaks' trail had completely vanished in the nearby forest.
Moreover, as the sky, where the sun had already set, immediately grew dim, the pursuit could not possibly be continued.
It was as if they had been toyed with right up to the very end.