Chapter 208
Chapter 208
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 208
Chapter Title: Assault on the Blood River Sect
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Namgung Hyeok gazed at Taizhou Village in Jiangsu Province, visible below a low hill.
“Blood River Sect?”
“Yes! They’ve got three hundred disciples, and they rule the entire Taizhou area.”
“Three hundred?”
“That’s right! They’re all said to be skilled fighters.”
“Numbers mean nothing.”
Namgung Hyeok smirked, but Little Rat spoke up seriously.
“Don’t underestimate them. They’re the top faction around Jiangsu...”
“If numbers equaled skill, would the Beggar Clan be the supreme sect under heaven?”
“If we take heavy losses here, I’d feel bad about it.”
“So you’re saying you can’t do it? The Beggar Clan, overflowing with righteous spirit—is it going to let these bloodsucking parasites that grew fat off the common folk just crawl away? You chickening out?”
“Chickening out? Me?”
Little Rat looked down at the Blood River Sect in Taizhou, then steeled himself.
“Haha, not at all. As if! The Beggar Clan doesn’t tolerate injustice.”
“That’s right, isn’t it? You’re not backing down, are you?”
“Of course not!”
Little Rat shouted boldly and clenched his fist.
“I’ll show them the Beggar Clan’s fiery spirit.”
Little Rat’s eyes blazed.
The corner of Namgung Hyeok’s mouth curved up.
‘Beggars really are simple-minded.’
The onlookers shook their heads.
‘He fell for it again, tsk tsk.’
‘The Beggar Clan’s future looks bleak.’
‘Can he even beg like that? No street smarts.’
‘That’s why he’s a beggar. He just bought it hook, line, and sinker.’
The group shook their heads while casually pulling on their face masks.
Paeng Jung-hyeok peered toward the Blood River Sect, channeling his inner energy.
Through the flickering torchlight, he could vaguely make out their movements.
“Still, they’re the biggest around here. I’d say there’s at least fifty visible from up here.”
“Brother, you’re not scared, are you?”
“What do you take the young master of the great Hebei Paeng Family for?”
“You look scared.”
“You think I’d be scared of some evil sect scum? Numbers don’t matter—they’re still just evil sect trash!”
Paeng Jung-hyeok snorted and toyed with his sword.
Paeng Yeon-hwa grinned as she drew the massive blade slung across her back.
“Oh, is that so?”
“I’m not the type to charge in mindlessly like some people. I think first.”
“Did you just insult me?! Think? Yeah, right!”
Paeng Jung-hyeok glared at his fuming sister.
“How do you get more ill-mannered every day!”
“Don’t get mad? Your ugly mug’s bad enough already! And you look like a bear!”
“What, what did you say?!”
As the Paeng siblings bickered, the bearish Tak Hyeok-dong jumped in.
“What? Bear?! Little miss, that’s harsh!”
While they squabbled, Namgung Hyeok kicked off the ground without another word.
Paaaang!
His figure shot down the hill.
The group flinched at Namgung Hyeok charging straight for the Blood River Sect without warning.
Whoa, he didn’t even check behind him?
Paat! Paat!
Soon Namgung Ryong leaped out, followed by So Hye-yeon.
Paeng Jung-hyeok and Little Rat stared blankly.
“Crazy! No, at least prepare a bit...!”
“Say something before you go!”
Paeng Jung-hyeok and Little Rat brought up the rear.
Papapapaat!
The Black Wind Squad surged toward the Blood River Sect like a gale.
Papapaat!
Namgung Hyeok leaped onto the wall like a night bird soaring through the sky.
Namgung Ryong, So Hye-yeon, Little Rat, Paeng Jung-hyeok, Paeng Yeon-hwa, and the Thunder Dragon Squad followed one after another, vaulting the wall.
Namgung Hyeok landed inside the wall and scanned the surroundings.
The others landed behind him and looked up.
Paeng Jung-hyeok and Little Rat met eyes.
‘Good, even smoother than before!’
‘Straight to the sect leader’s quarters, raid the warehouse...’
Huh?
What’s that?
Suddenly!
A torch flared up at the alleyway.
“Looks like we need to take that guy out first...”
Huh?
Hwarak! Hwarak!
Two more ignited from the left.
Then one from the center.
Paeng Jung-hyeok and Little Rat flinched.
“Huh?”
“...Th-they were waiting for us? This isn’t good, is it?”
Paeng Jung-hyeok’s mouth twitched.
“What’s it matter if they were waiting? Evil sect trash like this—we’ll mop them up quick no matter how many. You scared, Rat?”
“Scared? Me? Ha! I’m a Beggar Clan division chief! Division chief! Aren’t you the one scared?”
“Me? No matter how many of these punks...”
Hwarak! Hwarak!
As the two bickered, fiddling with their sword and fist, their pupils widened.
Dudududududu!
The thunderous gallop of a horse herd echoed through the quiet Blood River Sect.
Papapapapaat!
Torches flickered one by one before them, growing in number as footsteps swelled louder.
The buildings, roofs, and ground inside the Blood River Sect reverberated.
Huh?
What?
Heh...
Huh?
“Why do they keep coming?”
Paeng Jung-hyeok’s jaw dropped.
He swallowed dryly at the torches swarming from everywhere, instantly surrounding them.
Little Rat sniffled and sheepishly lowered his raised hand.
Why are there so many?
“They were waiting, huh?”
The group jolted at Namgung Hyeok’s casual remark.
The scattered torches converged in unison, as if on cue.
Namgung Hyeok let out a hollow chuckle at the surging torchlight.
“Wow, they gathered fast.”
“......”
“Three hundred?”
“About that many...”
“Three times that?”
“F-four hundred-ish...”
“You see three hundred with those eyes? Huh? Do evil sect bastards have two heads each? Looks like five hundred easy.”
“......”
Little Rat went mute as Namgung Hyeok glared.
Even in that brief moment, their numbers kept swelling.
The group stared blankly at the sea of torches overwhelming their vision.
Then the thunderous roar erupted.
“It’s the Black Wind Squad!”
“The Black Wind Squad’s here!”
“They’re here!”
Huh?
Shit?
They really were waiting?
A ferocious aura filled the Blood River Sect.
Not one had an ordinary look or presence.
Thick killing intent oozed out, pressing down on Namgung Hyeok, Paeng Jung-hyeok, and the rest.
Jeobuk jeobuk!
A muscular giant strode out gripping twin axes, heavy footsteps thudding.
He shook his shaggy beard and growled.
“To dare vault the walls of the great Blood River Sect—you’ve got guts spilling out! Surrender before I rip out your guts for the wild dogs!”
His voice carried potent inner energy—deep and resonant.
No ordinary foe.
“It’s the Twin Killing Axes Gok Yeong!”
“Look at them freeze. Heh heh!”
“Kneel already! Hahaha!”
The Blood River Sect disciples laughed loudly as they advanced. Torch shadows danced wildly.
Namgung Hyeok sighed.
“Ah, this is a hassle.”
Little Rat hardened his expression.
Even the world-renowned Namgung Hyeok couldn’t help swallowing at these numbers...
“I was hoping for an easy meal, but looks like I’ll have to work up a sweat.”
“Pardon?”
“Yeah. Their tails were too long anyway—time to step on ’em.”
That’s not it, is it?
“Evil sect scum’s still evil sect scum, no matter how many.”
“Um...”
“I thought three hundred, but now it’s five hundred. What can you do? It’s my karma. My karma for trusting a beggar’s word. Sigh!”
Little Rat hung his head.
As the Beggar Clan’s intel guy, nothing could be more mortifying.
Twin Killing Axes Gok Yeong furrowed his brows.
‘These lunatics?’
The petty thieves calling themselves the Black Wind Squad or whatever were muttering away despite being surrounded by hundreds.
Their masked faces hid expressions, but they showed no fear.
If anything, they seemed to be looking down on this side.
No, it was certain.
They were all focused on the slender figure at the front, ignoring everything else.
Gok Yeong gripped his twin axes tight and bellowed.
“We can afford to lop off a limb or two! Ghost Blood Squad!”
“Yes, Captain!”
“Cut their knees and make them kneel—now!”
“Yes!”
Fifty Ghost Blood Squad members burst from the ranks.
Wielding massive axes and swords, they advanced on the enemy with murderous intent.
Gok Yeong crossed his arms and sneered.
‘Daring to hit the main sect with that tiny crew—their balls must’ve swollen.’
Less than forty attacking the Blood River Sect?
Gok Yeong chuckled incredulously.
The fact that all the evil factions in Taizhou had gathered because of some thieving bandits shaking up southern Jiangsu was ridiculous enough.
“The sect leader’s getting on in years. Making this big a fuss over trash like that. Heh.”
He chalked it up to Sect Leader Jo Cheol-rok’s overly meticulous nature.
“Let’s wrap this up quick and grab a drink!”
At Gok Yeong’s shout, the Ghost Blood Squad charged the Black Wind Squad.
“Cut their legs!”
“Kneel, you bastards!”
“Chaaat!”
Bold cries rang out, followed by fierce clashes.
Kuuung!
A heavy thud boomed.
Kwaang!
A deep reverberation.
A brief silence fell, then shouts exploded.
“Grab that bastard!”
“That one, that one first!”
“Hurry! Hu, huff! Wh-what the hell?!”
The Blood River Sect’s cheers turned to panicked screams in an instant.
Gok Yeong’s head snapped sideways.
Wait, why were his men panicking?
Chaeng! Chaechaechang! Chaechaechang!
Metal clashed several times, red sparks flying.
Gok Yeong’s face grew strange.
Something was off.
An unfamiliar chill hung in the air.
“What...?”
Before he could finish,
Kwaaaang!
“Kuaaaaaack!”
A skull-splitting roar, and a black shadow whistled past him.
“What was that just...”
Kwang!
Another boom shook the ground.
“What, what is it?”
The explosion came from the Ghost Blood Squad sent to crush the Black Wind Squad.
Flickering torches snuffed out, plunging the area into darkness—no visibility inside.
Kwaaaang!
“Kuaaaaaack!”
“Keuaaaaak!”
The darkened space shuddered violently, revealing the interior.
More precisely, the Ghost Blood Squad was being driven back into the torchlit zone.
“C-crazy!”
“Huff!”
“C-Captain! Save us!”
Kwang kwang kwang!
Booms rang out nonstop as a squad member reaching for the torches spun wildly into the sky.
At the same moment, masked figures poured from the darkness.
“Get out of the way, you fuckers!”
“Hiiiik!”
“Huff!”
Kwakwakwakwang!
Each time the slender leader at the front swept his arms like mowing grass, Ghost Blood Squad members flew back with thuds.
Gok Yeong’s eyes bulged at the surreal sight.
How could humans fly like that?
“Huaaaak!”
“You fucking bastards! Hiiik!”
“Aaack!”
Led by the slender man, the masked group tore through the Ghost Blood Squad like fish in water.
Hurling, pummeling, kicking, stomping backs!
The watching Blood River Sect and other Taizhou faction disciples gaped in horror.
“The G-Ghost Blood Squad.”
“Huh, heuk!”
“Crazy bastards!”
Gok Yeong couldn’t believe his elite subordinates—veterans of a hundred battles in cleaning up Taizhou—were fleeing with faces he’d never seen.
Especially for him, who’d trained them personally, the shock hit hardest.
Gritting his teeth, Gok Yeong’s eyes flashed.
“Grab those chewable bastards and kill them all! Sever heads if they resist!”
At Gok Yeong’s fiery roar, the assembled evil sect experts charged Namgung Hyeok.
“Kill them all!”
“Waaaaah!”
“No mercy!”
“Kill! Kiiiill!”
Hundreds of evil sect warriors surged like a tidal wave, torches blazing.
Namgung Hyeok bashed a Ghost Blood Squad member and snapped his head up.
“Grab that bastard! He’s the head!”
As Namgung Hyeok pointed at Gok Yeong, the Black Wind Squad leaped in ferociously.
Thus began the clash of the two forces.