Chapter 215
Chapter 215
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 215
Chapter Title: Storming the Black Dragon Sect
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"Wow, fuck! Is this a beehive or what! Why are there so damn many!"
Namgung Hyeok gritted his teeth as he relentlessly struck down the Black Dragon Sect disciples pouring into the plaza and even the alleys without a single gap.
He glared with bloodshot eyes at Sogeolgae, whom he was chasing.
"Hey, you beggar bastard! Which way!"
"Left! Leeeft!"
"What the hell is this! We could've just broken through straight!"
It seemed like the same thing, but no one argued about it.
There was no time to argue with the ferocious momentum of the incoming Black Dragon Sect disciples.
"Kill them!"
"Kill!"
"Over there!"
"Waaaaah!"
Screeeeech! Bwooooo!
With the warning horns blaring from all directions, more Black Dragon Sect disciples kept swarming in.
"Sogeolgae, you son of a bitch! What's with the weapon?! What's with the beggar disguise?! Isn't it working?!"
"Use the signal flags! Signal flags, sir!"
"Want me to shove 'em up your ass?!"
Boom boom boom!
As Sogeolgae bent backward to dodge Namgung Hyeok's irritated palm strike, a Black Dragon Sect disciple lunging from the side spewed blood arrows and flew backward.
Kwaaaang!
"Eeek! D-did you just shoot at me?!"
"No way! That way? This way?"
"Four di—"
"What?"
"Right side, right!"
Namgung Hyeok whipped around the alley like lightning and unleashed a palm strike toward the Black Dragon Sect disciples.
Whooooosh-boom!
The Ink Dragon Palm instantly caved in the enemy's chest. When operated at peak power, it was a ferocious technique capable of shredding the five viscera and six bowels.
It was beyond what an ordinary disciple made of flesh and blood could withstand.
"Puhak!"
Namgung Hyeok stepped on the flying Black Dragon Sect disciple spewing blood and drove a kick into the tails chasing after him.
Kwaang!
"Kugh!"
"That guy's the one! Grab that bastard!"
"The skinny fucker leading the charge! Catch that chopstick-looking prick!"
Flames shot from Namgung Hyeok's eyes.
"Who're you calling bastards, you bastards!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The foes blocking Namgung Hyeok's path soared high into the air before crashing to the ground.
He dashed through the momentary opening with his movement technique.
Swish swish swish!
In one breath, Namgung Hyeok scaled the wall onto the rooftops. The tightly packed buildings of Hangzhou became new paths for him.
"Shut up and run straight to the Black Dragon Sect! Don't fight, you idiots! Why counterattack? You're slowing us down!"
At Namgung Hyeok's bellow, the pursuers wore deathly pale faces.
No, fuck. If we don't fight back, I'll die!
"What kind of movement technique is that! Uwaaak!"
"I-I'm gonna die!"
"Hngh!"
"Up! Chase upward!"
"It's those guys!"
Namgung Ryong and the Namgung family members pursued in horror. Blades flying from all sides barely grazed their hair.
Once on the rooftops, the surroundings opened up wide and clear.
Namgung Hyeok spotted the torchlight movements from every direction and bolted toward the Black Dragon Sect.
Thud thud thud!
Transformed into a single night bird, Namgung Hyeok leaped from rooftop to rooftop.
"We're here! Almost there!"
Namgung Hyeok shouted in ecstasy.
He burst onto the main street in an instant and picked up speed.
To the ones charging from the sides, he courteously blasted Ink Dragon Palms while accelerating.
That was when it happened.
Dududududu!
"Young masterriiight!"
"Young master Hyeooook!"
"Waaaaah!"
Into the center of the main road leading to the Black Dragon Sect, the dispersed Thunder Dragon Squad, the Jiangxi righteous faction alliance, and Blood River Sect warriors converged.
Namgung Hyeok's eyes widened.
Behind them, several times their number in black-clad foes wielding gleaming blades were foaming at the mouth as they charged.
Wow, damn.
You dragged them all here?
And you're calling my name like we're buddies?
"Hey, you crazy bastards! What if they tail us! Get lost, go away!"
Namgung Hyeok spun toward Sogeolgae and snarled.
"You beggar bastard! We're settling this after! You're dead once it's over! Pray the Black Dragon Sect becomes your grave!"
"S-spare me, sir! Uwaaaak!"
"Scatter... damn it! Break through the main gate!"
As Namgung Hyeok charged straight ahead, Namgung Ryong caught up and asked.
"Escape! Where! How!"
"Straight through! Find the warehouse first! Grab the goods and bail!"
"Too many!"
"With spirit pills on the line, numbers mean shit?! Let's have a proper bloodbath today!"
Strength entered Namgung Hyeok's jaw.
The massive main gate of the Black Dragon Sect loomed right before them.
Without a hint of hesitation, Namgung Hyeok kicked the gate.
"Hrah!"
Kwaaaang—!
The Black Dragon Sect's main gate shattered, scattering in all directions.
'Crazy bastard!'
'He's smashing everything?'
'That wall next... already smashed?'
'He's flying that?!'
The followers behind gaped in shock.
Ignoring them, Namgung Hyeok raced madly inside the Black Dragon Sect in search of the hidden warehouse.
"Whoa, danger!"
Swooooosh! Kwaang!
At that moment, a sword qi dropped abruptly from the sky onto Namgung Hyeok's path.
The Black Hawk Eye Ho Cheonbin, who had leaped down like a leopard scaling the wall, extended his sword and fixed his sunken gaze on Namgung Hyeok's back.
He was slightly surprised that Namgung Hyeok had pierced the encirclement and blown open the main gate, but he quickly erased the astonishment, radiating a chilling aura laced with faint fury.
"Halt. Unless you want to die...!"
"Halt my ass, you punk!"
Namgung Hyeok cut him off, rolling his eyes back as he lunged.
Murderous intent gathered in Ho Cheonbin's eyes.
"Fool!"
He intoned coldly and thrust his sword.
Ghost Command Swordsmanship.
Gray qi extended from his blade, blasting toward Namgung Hyeok.
In an instant, gray mist filled the vision.
A terrifying sword art that pulverized foes like fog!
Once ensnared in that misty sword qi, escape was fated impossible.
The moment Ho Cheonbin pulled up his qi without letting his guard down!
Boom—!
"......!"
Namgung Hyeok burst through the Ghost Command Swordsmanship's qi.
His bloodshot, ferociously twisted gaze locked onto Ho Cheonbin.
Namgung Hyeok charged with terrifying momentum.
'Such brute force!'
He couldn't just stand shocked at the sword qi exploding.
As Ho Cheonbin twisted his sword, over a hundred sword shadows poured out, recreating the gray mist to shred Namgung Hyeok.
Then!
Riiiip!
Like a massive drumskin tearing, Namgung Hyeok's fist rocketed upward from below.
Ho Cheonbin's eyes bulged.
An exquisite gap where neither sword recovery nor footwork evasion was possible!
Namgung Hyeok's fist pierced that gap, filling his vision.
And...
"Hrah—!"
Smaaack!
With a crisp sound, Ho Cheonbin's body floated ten feet into the air.
Clinging to his fading consciousness, Ho Cheonbin tried to fire the hidden weapon concealed in his sleeve.
But by the time his sleeve fluttered once, his collar was already gripped by Namgung Hyeok.
"......Huh?"
A thousand-pound pressure hit his chest, and Ho Cheonbin slammed face-first into the ground.
Kwaaaang!
"Kuaaaagh!"
His eyes widened at the gut-twisting impact.
"You're the deputy, right?"
"You mad...!"
Namgung Hyeok's fist smashed Ho Cheonbin's face.
Crunch!
Unsatisfied with one blow, Namgung Hyeok's fist rained down bloodthirstily.
Pound pound pound pound!
Turning Ho Cheonbin into a bloody pulp in seconds, Namgung Hyeok cackled.
In contrast to the limp, collared Ho Cheonbin, Namgung Hyeok hoisted him up and cheered.
"Got a hostage!"
"What's that gonna do!"
"Why?! It'll be useful somehow! Grab him!"
"Ah, let go!"
Am I some object?!
Namgung Hyeok tossed Ho Cheonbin toward the Thunder Dragon Squad and bolted forward without looking back.
"Warehouse! Warehouse! Warehouse!"
Screeeeech!
Bwooooo!
Amid the frantic horns, the enemies swarming into the Black Dragon Sect reached a fever pitch of roars.
The group clung tightly behind Namgung Hyeok, terrified by the dog-pack ferocity of the Black Dragon Sect disciples howling as they charged.
Sword Sage Sect Leader Go Daegil and Blood River Sect Leader Jo Cheollok wore grim expressions.
'Fuck, this ain't right?'
Something was going terribly wrong.
No, it was spiraling into catastrophe.
* * *
From the top floor of the Black Dragon Hall, Black Dragon Sect Leader Je Cheon-gang peered outside, furrowing his brow.
"Still causing a ruckus?"
"Yes. But with the west lake district secured, they'll be subdued soon."
"Hmm!"
"They're no ordinary gutsy fools. For petty thieves to set foot in Hangzhou, domain of the Black Dragon King."
Outrage was plain on the advisor's face.
Je Cheon-gang lowered his voice and asked.
"No word from the Alliance yet?"
"They'll arrive within two hours. Of all days, those Black Wind Squad bastards had to show up today..."
"Empty the warehouse and prepare to move out immediately."
"Yes, Sect Leader! Don't worry about those scum. With Black Hawk Eye deployed, it'll be cleaned up soon."
"Good. Handle it well."
"Yes! Leave it to me. If we wrap this up smoothly, the Alliance will acknowledge our merits. Then we could take over Hangzhou or return to the Alliance, right?"
"The Alliance..."
"Better than going back to sea, isn't it? That hellish life was truly..."
Spending the whole year at sea, briefly staying on plundered land, then back to sea—it ravaged the soul.
Even hardened warriors would tire and sicken after years of it.
"Just smelling the sea makes me want to puke now. Haha."
As Je Cheon-gang smirked at the advisor's bitter smile, it happened.
Ruuuumble.
"......!"
"Hm?"
A low vibration climbed from the pillar below, creasing Je Cheon-gang and the advisor's brows.
Je Cheon-gang spotted torches converging.
"No way?"
Then, clamor erupted from outside.
"Sect Leader! The north is breached!"
"North?"
"Yes, they're charging that way now! Even Black Hawk Eye couldn't stop them—he's been taken hostage."
"What!"
Je Cheon-gang's eyebrows twitched.
Ho Cheonbin was among the top thirty experts in the Black Dragon Sect.
That's why he bore the title Black Hawk Eye.
It was shocking that such a master had been subdued and taken hostage.
The advisor panicked.
"The north—doesn't that lead to the goods for the Alliance? Are those bastards after them?"
Whatever Black Wind Squad's intent, it was disastrous news.
Je Cheon-gang, who had listened with a calm expression, had a fierce glint flash in his eyes before vanishing.
"They're no ordinary foes."
It meant the rumors of them toppling southern Jiangxi unorthodox sects weren't baseless.
There were even tales of them crushing Blood River Sect, and seeing them rampage here proved they were no pushovers.
No, they exceeded the rumors.
Je Cheon-gang commanded sternly.
"Everyone to the warehouse. Outer courtyards, block all escape routes."
"Yes."
The advisor bowed deeply and hurried out.
"All to the northern warehouse!"
"Yes!"
At the advisor's order, the massive bell in the Black Dragon Sect rang out.
Donggggg!
As it tolled, bells echoed from all corners of the sect.
"Alert!"
"Enemies!"
"Intruders!"
"All to the north!"
Black Dragon Sect disciples waiting in the halls poured out.
Clang clang clang!
Weapons clashed noisily.
The disciples rushed to the northern warehouse. Dark shadows packed at the sect's passages swiftly dispersed.
In moments, they surrounded the northern warehouse.
'These bastards! Daring to sabotage the main sect's merits!'
The advisor bellowed with a savage face.
"Don't let them near the warehouse! Kill any who enter within ten paces!"
"Yes!"
In their sights, far off, the Black Wind Squad stirred up pale dust in their frenzy.
Fierce killing intent blanketed the northern warehouse area.