Chapter 338
Chapter 338
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 346
Chapter Title: Storming the Golden Treasury
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Peng Zhonghe regulated his breathing as he watched the warriors of the Golden Treasury Fortress surging toward him.
Veins bulged prominently across his thick muscles.
*‘Don’t blame me for this!’*
He had to ransack the Huangbo Clan to survive.
It might be unfair to them, but there was no choice.
The jianghu had always been about picking the right allies and following your superiors.
Wait a second—now that he thought about it, wasn’t the Huangbo Clan the ones in the wrong?
If those Huangbo bastards hadn’t stabbed him in the back, none of this would have happened, right?
Heck, if old man Huangbo Ryun had just joined the alliance willingly, things would’ve wrapped up before Namgung Hyeok even had to step in, right?
As the situation unfolded like this, a bolt of electricity shot through Peng Zhonghe’s crown.
*‘This isn’t about regaining trust! These卑鄙 and filthy Huangbo bastards! Scheming behind my back to ruin my reputation?!’*
It was all the Huangbo Clan’s fault—these卑鄙 bastards!
Seeing such卑鄙 scum made his sense of justice boil over!
He’d never liked the look of those Huangbo bastards from the start.
Guys built like bears—no, wild boars—yet slinking around sly as foxes!
*‘This is justice!’*
Peng Zhonghe’s twisted sense of justice began to blaze.
“Get out of my wayyy!”
With a thunderous roar, Peng Zhonghe swung his club at the charging enemies.
The warriors of the Golden Treasury Fortress who were struck by his massive swings flew off like balls.
*Boooom!*
“Arrrgh!”
“Grab that bear-like bastard!”
“That’s their leader!”
“You thieving scum!”
Peng Zhonghe bellowed back.
“I’m not a thief—I’m with the Black Wind Corps, you bastards!”
Peng Zhonghe rampaged wildly, clashing with the incoming warriors.
*Boom!*
While he grappled and held the warriors, Namgung Ryong, the Thunder Dragon Trio, and So Hye-yeon moved to pursue Namgung Hyeok.
“Left flank!”
Geon Cheon-hwi spun his body, unleashing a form from the Thunder Dragon Ten Forms with his club.
*Crack!*
“Gahk!”
The warrior struck diagonally by the club let out a dying scream and collapsed.
“Out of the way!”
“Ha!”
Tak Hyuk-dong brutishly grabbed an enemy’s head and hurled him aside, while Jang Ung leaped in and swept at ankles.
“Arrrgh!”
“Guh! Crazy!”
“Wh-what?!”
The warriors of the Golden Treasury Fortress freaked out as they were swept away by the berserk Thunder Dragon Trio.
Ordinary warriors couldn’t hope to match the trio.
Honed by countless battles, they began dropping the fortress warriors one by one.
*Whoosh!*
Namgung Hyeok lightly kicked off the ground and glanced around.
“Where is it? Here? Nah, damn it, no.”
Even amid the chaos erupting everywhere, Namgung Hyeok seemed utterly relaxed, as if searching diligently for something.
He advanced lightly, like he was just strolling to the neighborhood market.
“There it is!”
His target was the heart of the Golden Treasury Fortress: the Golden Treasury itself.
Valuables always end up in the deepest pocket, don’t they?
Namgung Hyeok navigated the labyrinthine Golden Treasury Fortress without hesitation.
He’d already obtained the layout from So Geol-gae’s map.
Namgung Hyeok pictured the map in his mind and pressed forward.
“Tch, intruder!”
A dazed warrior spotted Namgung Hyeok bounding along leisurely like he was on a stroll and charged at him.
Namgung Hyeok waved his hand dismissively, as if annoyed.
“Move, punk.”
*Booom!*
“Uwaaagh!”
*Kaboom!*
Using Blood Wind God lightness skill, every wave of his hand sent clustered warriors soaring into the sky or smashing into walls.
Namgung Hyeok tilted his head.
“Why’d they twist the paths all over like this?”
Kept hitting dead ends?
Geon Cheon-hwi shouted.
“Young master, that way’s blocked!”
Blocked?
“Nah.”
“Pardon?”
“What’s a path?”
*Pat pat.*
Namgung Hyeok fiddled with the wall before raising his fist.
“If there’s none, make one.”
*Kaboom!*
“Hup!”
Whoa, he’s smashing through that thing like that?
The enemies’ bulging eyes were visible.
Geon Cheon-hwi looked perplexed.
“Are we really here to steal?”
“If we’re stealing, gotta do it quiet?”
“……Even when taking stuff from home, it’s not this noisy.”
“This ain’t home.”
Uh…… right. It’s someone else’s place.
Spouting sophistry, Namgung Hyeok shattered the wall and slipped right through.
Grinning ear to ear, Namgung Hyeok dashed straight toward the inner sanctum.
“Hyaah!”
*Boom!*
*Kwang!*
Wherever Namgung Hyeok walked became the path.
Charging in a straight line toward the Golden Treasury, he showed no reservations.
Thick walls like ramparts exploded under his kicks and shattered from his punches.
*Bang! Kaboom! Kwang! Kaboom!*
In an instant, a path to the Golden Treasury opened.
Huangbo Chil, leader of the Fortress Guard Corps defending the inner sanctum of the Golden Treasury Fortress, wore a dumbfounded expression.
“Wh-what the hell is that lunatic doing?!”
“He’s…… punching through the walls.”
“Have you ever seen such a mad bastard?!”
No, when even sneaking over the walls quietly would be pushing it, this guy’s punching through them?!
The intruders?
Huangbo Chil ground his teeth. Behind the one smashing walls at the front, a group that looked like his entourage was kicking up dust in pursuit.
“What the hell are those things?!”
“I-I don’t know. They just barged in out of nowhere and started doing that.”
“What?”
“Their skills are no joke. Our fortress warriors can’t even handle them.”
Huangbo Chil looked incredulous.
What crazy thieves in the world would storm the Huangbo Clan’s Golden Treasury Fortress like this!
He doubted if those blatantly smashing walls were even sane.
The Golden Treasury Fortress was directly managed by the Huangbo Clan.
In simple terms, it was their cherished treasure trove.
And they were invading it like this.
The Golden Treasury Fortress that had the Huangbo Clan’s eyes bloodshot over it!
“How dare they……!”
The thieves’ absurd entry method was ridiculous, but this amounted to a full-frontal challenge to the Huangbo Clan.
He’d uncover their identities, and if there was a backer, capture and torture them to proclaim the Huangbo Clan’s dignity.
Suppressing his boiling rage, he said coldly.
“Looks like they don’t fear the main house.”
Huangbo Chil sneered at the thieves who showed no regard for the Huangbo Clan.
His gaze locked on the masked man racing toward the Golden Treasury.
*Whoooosh!*
Though not a breath of wind stirred, Huangbo Chil’s sleeves fluttered and billowed dramatically.
“You scum!”
*Thud!*
Huangbo Chil roared like a lion, stomping heavily as he thrust his fist at the lead assailant.
Namgung Hyeok, who’d been smashing through the wall, widened his eyes.
*Shiiiing!*
A furious storm of fist wind lashed out head-on.
*Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang!*
The ground flipped as an immense fist aura reminiscent of Shaolin’s Hundred Paces Divine Fist engulfed Namgung Hyeok.
*Kwang!*
Namgung Hyeok casually swatted the fist aura aside and burst forward.
“Outta my way, punk.”
Huangbo Chil’s brows furrowed.
*‘That easily?!’*
It was the Five Peaks’ Mount Tai Eight Fists, but no way it should’ve been deflected so easily.
But what enraged him more was that Namgung Hyeok wasn’t even glancing his way.
Namgung Hyeok’s eyes sparkled as he eyed the Golden Treasury.
The corner of his mouth curved up.
“See? Found it quick.”
“Yeah. Thanks to you, the enemies found us quick too.”
“Just find it fast and bounce.”
“…….”
Damn, he’s got a point.
As Geon Cheon-hwi shook his head, Huangbo Chil’s expression changed instantly.
“Daring to look away?!”
*Thud!*
Another heavy stomp echoed as his shoulder jerked. A killing-intent-laced Five Peaks Mount Tai Eight Fist came at Namgung Hyeok.
At that moment!
Intense light flashed in Namgung Ryong’s eyes.
*‘Hyuk!’*
Huangbo Chil blocking Namgung Hyeok’s path to the Golden Treasury didn’t sit well with Namgung Ryong.
He shot out in a flash, deflecting Huangbo Chil’s Mount Tai Eight Fist.
“My little brother!”
*Kwaang!*
The sweeping fist wind was instantly sliced apart by the sword aura Namgung Ryong unleashed.
Huangbo Chil’s eyes widened.
“Don’t interfere!”
“You mad bastard!”
“Move!”
“Urk?!”
Huangbo Chil was genuinely flustered.
For a mere thief to bisect his Mount Tai Eight Fist was absurd enough, but what shocked him more were the eyes half-rolled back visible through the mask.
Namgung Ryong smashed the sheathed sword into Huangbo Chil’s head.
*Kwaaaang!*
“Grgh!”
Huangbo Chil urgently raised his arms to block the sheath, then gaped at the immense pain.
*‘What the……!’*
Unbelievable superhuman strength transmitted from Namgung Ryong’s slender frame.
“You vermiiiin?!”
Wh-what?!
Why’s the sky spinning all of a sudden?
Ground vanished from under his feet?
“Captainnnn!”
“Huh?!”
“Bl-block himmm!”
Suddenly, the whole world seemed to slow.
Huangbo Chil saw his subordinates’ crowns approaching slower than turtles.
*‘……Crowns?’*
The moment he registered it, his body spun violently and crashed to the ground.
*Thud!*
“Kek!”
Huangbo Chil screamed.
A jolt wracked his body as he groaned.
And in that instant, Namgung Ryong mounted him.
Huangbo Chil panicked.
“Wh-wha?!”
*Flash!*
Namgung Ryong raised his sheathed sword, eyes blazing fiercely.
*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
“Don’t block! Die!”
“Guh! Guh!”
“Don’t interfere! I’ll spare you! Me!”
“Grraaagh! Wh-what the hell is this lunatic saying?!”
Huangbo Chil flailed, but his head cracked under the sheath, foam bubbling from his mouth.
*Smack! Crack!*
As Namgung Ryong hammered relentlessly with the sheath, Jang Ung rushed over in alarm.
“Whoa, not here! Get on up! He’ll croak!”
Jang Ung dragged Namgung Ryong off the unconscious Huangbo Chil.
“Up you go!”
So Hye-yeon stood with Tak Hyuk-dong and Geon Cheon-hwi to block the Fortress Guard Corps.
Their gazes followed Namgung Hyeok.
Namgung Hyeok, who’d been strolling casually, stomped powerfully.
*Whoosh!*
Everyone’s jaws dropped.
“He—he flew?!”
After a few wall kicks, he shot up to the Golden Treasury’s roof in a blink.
It was jaw-dropping lightness skill.
Almost simultaneously as Namgung Hyeok entered the top floor.
*Crash! Bang! Kaboom!*
“Kek!”
“Eek!”
“Arrrgh!”
Screams erupted from the upper levels, then warriors inside smashed through windows and flew out.
Warriors who’d pierced the roof barely clung to the fourth floor, gasping.
“Looted…… huh?”
Geon Cheon-hwi’s jaw dropped.
Pushing back Fortress Guard Corps warriors while eyeing the Golden Treasury roof, he tilted his head.
What?
Why’s he coming down?
The roof seemed about to burst, then warriors flew from the floor below, followed by the wall underneath shattering.
*Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang!*
And as if the building spat him out, Namgung Hyeok emerged from the first floor.
“Where’s the ledger?!”
“Found the ledger?”
“Already……?!”
Namgung Hyeok scratched his head.
“Hey, there’s way too much.”
“Huh?”
“Insanely piled up. From first floor to roof, all stacks of documents.”
The whole building was practically a library.
Stuffed floor to ceiling with ledgers.
The Golden Treasury Fortress didn’t just handle the Huangbo Clan’s money—that was obvious—but this was excessive.
Picking out the Huangbo Clan’s key transaction records from that was impossible.
“Dragging it out more’ll get annoying.”
They’d already made plenty of noise.
So Hye-yeon blasted away a Fortress Guard Corps warrior and asked.
“What now?!”
“What else? Interrogate.”
“Here?!”
No, interrogate in the heart of enemy territory?
Who?
Namgung Hyeok rolled his eyes around before they lit up.
His gaze landed on Huangbo Chil, half-beaten to death by Namgung Ryong and teetering on the brink.
“There he is.”
Huh?
*Shuuuuaak!*
Namgung Hyeok grabbed Huangbo Chil by the hair and hoisted him up.
Grinning wickedly at Huangbo Chil flopping like a carp, Namgung Hyeok said.
“Interrogation starts now.”
“…….”
As everyone stared in shock, Huangbo Chil trembled pathetically.