Chapter 133
Chapter 133
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: The Captain is Our Pillar
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Just remember one thing: our captain is our pillar.
But the arrows weren't flying all that fast.
Pa-at!
Ak Muyoo charged toward the enemy lines.
"Th-that madman..."
Jeonma's group stared at Ak Muyoo in bewilderment. They never imagined he'd rush straight into the enemy ranks alone. It was like a bird charging headfirst into a rock.
Ak Muyoo's actions shocked not just his allies.
"Kill him... ugh!"
Takballa's face drained of color.
The subordinates in front leaped to either side, creating an opening through which an arrow flew.
Takballa kicked off the ground and shot up.
"You're dead!"
Ak Muyoo's right hand moved like seventy-four strikes.
Teong!
And a Dark Current Arrow shortened the distance.
"Huh!"
Takballa's face turned ashen black. Something was clearly flying at him, but his eyes couldn't track it.
Pueok!
A burning heat bloomed on his forehead, and then darkness swallowed him.
"Kraaaang!"
Ak Muyoo let out a beastly roar as he raced toward the enemy lines.
"Come on, you bastard!"
Ara bellowed and launched herself forward.
Her Divine Travel Maze Step had reached its pinnacle, rivaling the pinnacle of movement techniques known as Shrinking Earth into Inches.
She quickly caught up to Ak Muyoo.
"Kill them!"
A murderous shout erupted from the Red Sand Squad's formation. Despite their vice leader's death, the Red Sand Squad members' morale held because there were only two enemies: Ak Muyoo and Ara.
Teong! Teong teong teong! Teong teong teong!
His right hand moved at terrifying speed.
Arrows flew relentlessly toward the enemy lines. Their speed was incomparable to the first shots. Enemies felt searing heat on their foreheads the instant they sensed the arrows incoming.
Ak Muyoo's archery bordered on the divine.
Not a single arrow missed, and over eighty percent pierced enemy foreheads.
As the distance closed, accuracy soared. Those in the front ranks mostly fell, followed by the second and third rows.
"Charge!"
"Close the distance!"
The Red Sand Squad members sprinted with all their might. They figured the bow's power would wane up close. Since bows were long-range weapons, their response made sense. But they didn't know Ak Muyoo was a master of close combat.
Even at one zhang distance, nothing changed. Ak Muyoo's right hand moved at horrifying speed, and those right in front of him breathed their last. Arrows—one or two at a time—burrowed into foreheads and faces.
Someone else was indiscriminately wiping out enemies: Ara, covering Ak Muyoo's rear. Ara's martial arts, honed in the Hidden Heaven School, were extraordinary. Each sword swing unleashed a blade aura that cleaved through enemy weapons and torsos alike.
"Not many arrows left."
Gun Seol ran toward Ak Muyoo.
"Tch!"
Mu Hyang grimaced and followed Gun Seol.
"Not scared?"
Gun Seol ran alongside her and asked.
"I am."
"Then?"
"Uncle Muyoo and Aunt Ara are fighting right up front. If even they can do that, we can't hold back out of fear."
Gun Seol clamped her mouth shut and ran.
Soon, the two reached the enemy front. Mu Hyang pushed forward, clearing a path by felling foes.
"Kraaak!"
"Aaak!"
Agonized screams echoed from all sides.
The pair soon arrived behind Ara.
"Uncle!"
Gun Seol called to Ak Muyoo.
Ak Muyoo turned his head while eliminating enemies.
"Brought arrows."
"Throw 'em as hard as you can."
"Yes."
Gun Seol untied a quiver. Mu Hyang grabbed Ara's shoulder and infused her with qi.
"Throw!"
At Mu Hyang's word, Ara hurled the quiver with all her strength. It soared high.
That was when Ak Muyoo leaped into the air.
"Huh?"
Mu Hyang tilted her head. The quiver hovered about five zhang up. Yet Ak Muyoo effortlessly reached it and snatched it midair.
No, that wasn't the full height. He kept ascending after grabbing it, rising over ten zhang before hooking the quiver to his waist. As he descended, he fired arrows. In an instant, over ten shots created an open space.
Landing below, he stowed the Heavenly God Sun Bow and roughly shook out both arms.
Chaeng! Chaeng!
Two Terror Blades emerged.
"Kraaaaaaaa!"
A bestial roar exploded from his mouth.
Blackness spread from his arms across his body like spilled ink. His skin soon returned to its original color.
Enemies surged into the emptied space.
Pa-at!
Ak Muyoo charged them, swinging the Terror Blades.
"No bow anymore—kill him!"
"Waaaaah! Uwaaaaaah!"
The Red Sand Squad roared and rushed Ak Muyoo.
Seok! Seu-aak! Pueok! Seu-aak! Hwi-iik!
The two Terror Blades cleaved the air with terrifying momentum. The left space sliced horizontally, the right vertically. Space tore apart to Ak Muyoo's left and right.
"Aak!"
"Kraaaak!"
"Aaak!"
Those in the space screamed in agony. The Terror Blades spared nothing in their path.
Everything they touched was severed.
Ak Muyoo advanced, shifting right, then back, then left.
Severed heads floated up, arms detached. Blood spurted from neck stumps and severed limbs, dyeing the surroundings red.
Pueok!
An enemy weapon struck Ak Muyoo's torso hard. He shifted sideways as if crumbling, swinging the Terror Blades.
Seu-aak! Seu-aak!
"Kraaak!"
"Aaak!"
Teoreok! Pueok!
He ignored enemy weapons. His focus was singular: annihilating the enemy.
"Aak!"
"Uwaak!"
Screams chained endlessly.
No dodging, no defense. He took enemy strikes head-on while swinging the Terror Blades. Without defense in mind, the blades whistling through air sped up, and corpses piled faster.
"Chaha!"
Ara's sword mercilessly ravaged the enemy horde. Heads bobbed up with every swing.
Ak Muyoo spread his arms wide.
Like a massive bird unfurling its wings. Blood streamed down the Terror Blades, level with the ground.
"Kraaaang!"
A beastly cry erupted, and the Terror Blades slashed vertically and horizontally through the air. The air ripped, and the rips were sliced and diced.
Tuk! Tuk tuk tuk! Tuk tuk tuk!
Arms, legs, heads, torsos littered the ground without room to step. Ak Muyoo trampled them as he advanced, felling more enemies.
Ak Muyoo danced.
Arms spread wide, he twirled gracefully.
Doong! Doong doo doong! Doong! Doong doong!
Drums pounded ceaselessly in his mind.
Like war drums on the battlefield, or the enemy's beating drums. The frenetic rhythm filled his head.
The Terror Blades, moving slowly at first, accelerated. His arms traced smooth arcs up-down, left-right.
His upper body bent, legs stretched straight. He rose like surfacing from water, spinning. The twin blades drew circles, slicing away all obstacles.
Blood rained down, acrid fluids seeped into his mouth and nose.
The stench of death.
The venom of final life.
This would be his life forever. Until he killed the one who harmed his mother.
After thirty-two years, he'd finally found a lead. The weapon was called Thousand Kills Needle. The bastard who jammed it into her chest and smirked was named Jamsa. He was just an assassin, a feather moved by a contract.
The real body was elsewhere, no doubt. He might die before killing him. But he had no choice.
That's why he lived.
A faint memory, but his mother had been an immense powerhouse. If not for him, she wouldn't have died that day. She sacrificed herself to save her child.
"What really pisses me off is that I can't even remember Mom's face because of me—the one who got her killed. That's what infuriates me most. It drives me mad!"
Long-suppressed rage exploded.
Buried deepest in his heart, never unearthed. He lacked the standing, the ability to even dream of it. He'd always thought it might take decades more of effort.
So he buried it, over and over.
But it erupted here.
The scar pierced by the Thousand Kills Needle in his chest, the needle itself, Jamsa—they cruelly dredged up the buried memories.
"Kraaaaaaaaang!"
A rage-filled roar burst forth.
It was the sigh of a wounded, battered beast gazing at the sky.
Suffocating killing intent erupted from Ak Muyoo's body, channeling straight into the Terror Blades.
Their speed surged until they blurred beyond sight. Only severed torsos and heads rose and fell endlessly.
A single swing didn't end it.
Those charging Ak Muyoo were diced into countless chunks, hail-falling around him.
Ak Muyoo ran through the shower of blood and flesh, swinging at more enemies.
As always, he ignored their weapons. Before, he'd at least avoided exposed areas like arms or faces—now, not even that.
"Ah!"
Ara, eliminating enemies behind him, gasped. The yaksha-like Ak Muyoo slaughtering foes didn't scare her. His blood-soaked form brought tears of sorrow.
Kaaang!
Not just enemy torsos fell. Ak Muyoo's Terror Blades sheared weapons and bodies alike.
"Fall back!"
"Retreat!"
The Red Sand Squad formation finally issued retreat orders. At the command, members pulled back swiftly, soon turning to flee.
"Cuk!"
"Keuk!"
"Euk!"
"Euk!"
They barely covered twenty zhang before low screams dropped them one by one. The enemy wasn't just Ak Muyoo and Ara. Wind Squad members, veiled in Chaos Veil, ambushed the fleeing Red Sand Squad. One strike felled a hundred. The second followed.
Wind Squad stayed hidden in Chaos Veil.
"Keuok!"
"Kwiik!"
"Kueok!"
Moments later, the Red Sand Squad was annihilated.
"Return to positions!"
At Jung Gwang's shout, Wind Squad members soared toward the woods. Their movement technique was flawless Flying Heaven Void Step.
A few approached Ak Muyoo.
Eighteen Elite Squad members.
"Captain, you okay?"
So Pung eyed Ak Muyoo quietly. He looked like he'd emerged from a blood-filled bathtub, drenched head to toe.
"Yeah? Yeah."
Ak Muyoo nodded.
"You're not trying to kill yourself, right?"
"Suicide?"
"To us, it looked like you were using the enemy to end it all."
"I... couldn't die even if I wanted to."
"Just remember one thing."
"What?"
"Our captain is our pillar. If the pillar crumbles, so do we."
"I won't crumble."
"We'll believe that. And from now on, we'll guard your heart. No more piercings there. You can take that as a vow."
"You saw... it?"
"We've bathed together hundreds of times. How could we not?"
"..."
"Let's fight!"
So Pung said softly. "Let's fight" was the Eighteen Elite Squad's battle cry.
"Let's fight!"
The others murmured low. Then they stared at Ak Muyoo.
"Kuk! Let's fight!"
Ak Muyoo clenched his fist and declared.
"Whoa, too late."
"Let's hurry."
The Eighteen Elite Squad members immediately took off.