Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Crushing Do-dong
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Kwaaaang!
The moment the door shattered, Gu Do-dong leaped in and hurled throwing spikes toward the main gate.
The technique of the Iron Wheel Throwing Spear.
Eight spikes sliced through the air.
Amid the hazy cloud of dust, hidden weapons from the Do-dong Gang warriors rained down.
A downpour of projectiles like a sudden storm.
Chachachachang! Kakakakakang!
Lightning flashed through the dust cloud.
In that instant, Gu Do-dong spread poison needles across the ground, while elite warriors fanned out to the sides, nocking arrows.
Shiiishiiishiiishiiishik!
Papapapak!
Sounds like popping corn erupted loudly, and the Thunder Dragon Squad revealed themselves.
Gu Do-dong bellowed with savage momentum.
“Throw!”
Iron nets attached to chains soared through the air.
These were exotic weapons unused by the orthodox martial world.
Unpredictable tools that introduced chaos flew forth.
An attack method designed to subdue nimble, strong martial artists.
But.
“You filthy bastards, where do you get off messing around!”
A thunderous shout accompanied a massive bear charging straight into the iron net.
It barreled toward the chains and net like a raging wild boar, its ferocity resembling that of a wild beast.
‘Idiot!’
The net they’d thrown weighed over two hundred catties, a custom-made monstrosity with blades between the links.
Even an ox couldn’t easily escape once caught under it.
Seeing it charge head-on was laughable.
But the laughter didn’t last.
Kwakwakakakakakakang!
Tak Hyeok-dong had donned the net and kept charging.
The Do-dong Gang warriors who’d thrown it bulged their eyes.
Even burdened by over two hundred catties of net, his speed hadn’t slowed—like flipping a blanket over himself.
Kuw aaaang!
“Keu eoeok!”
“Huh, heu eok!”
“Dodge, dodgeee!”
The Do-dong Gang warriors scattered in panic. Those scattering chains were yanked along Tak Hyeok-dong’s path, tumbling wildly.
Kwakwakwakwang!
In an instant, their spread formation collapsed, and the Do-dong Gang warriors fled in terror.
“……!”
“……!”
The warriors’ pupils shook violently.
“You’re all dead today!”
Tak Hyeok-dong, now deep in their ranks, rampaged in all directions.
Cheolkeureong! Chachachachang!
As he swung his body, the chains and net turned into lethal weapons, sweeping through the Do-dong Gang warriors.
Pababababak! Chagagagak!
“Keu eoeok!”
“Kuaaaak!”
Bu aaaang! Jjaaaang!
Wielding the Great Power Seven Obliques with full force, the axe smashed away the incoming net.
The chains burst apart, sending iron shards flying everywhere.
It was truly astonishing strength.
“Huh, heu up!”
“Keu eok!”
“W-what the hell?!”
Jang Woong plunged into their flustered midst.
Ghostly swift footwork.
And hand movements even faster than his feet.
Pufufufufup!
The twin blades in his hands drummed against a Do-dong Gang warrior’s body, slicing deep.
“Kkul, kkuluk!”
The warrior spewed blood and toppled forward.
Jang Woong ignored the falling man, already targeting the next prey.
With Tak Hyeok-dong drawing eyes from the front, he circled behind with swift footwork during their distraction, ambushing the Do-dong Gang.
Warriors firing projectiles and arrows at the gate had their heads severed, meridians severed.
Pat!
Kureureureung!
Geon Cheon-hwi shook off his cleaver. With a thunderclap, the frontal barrage of hidden weapons clattered to the ground.
He fixed his axe-like glare on a charging Do-dong Gang warrior and slashed his arm.
Seogeok! Chwaaak!
“Kuaaaak!”
With a tearing scream, one arm thudded to the ground as the warrior collapsed.
Tak Hyeok-dong rampaged ahead, Jang Woong struck from behind, and Geon Cheon-hwi swept through the front—the Do-dong Gang warriors could only scream and fall.
That sparked it. The Thunder Dragon Squad unleashed like tigers, trampling the Do-dong Gang warriors.
Kwajik! Seogeok! Seuaak!
Gruesome sounds of rending flesh echoed to the heavens alongside their screams.
The Thunder Dragon Squad showed no mercy.
From the start, the gap in force between Namgung Clan warriors and a third-rate black path sect couldn’t be bridged by tricks.
And after Namgung Hyeok’s recent training, they’d grown even stronger—no mercy, just unleashed killing intent. To them, the Do-dong Gang was mere prey.
‘These bastards!’
Gu Do-dong’s eyes chilled.
He crouched low and darted inward.
A sly movement exploiting blind spots.
Like a salmon against the current, he shoved through retreating Do-dong Gang warriors and exploded forward.
Paak!
The burst of propulsion mimicked first-rate footwork.
A Thunder Dragon Squad warrior pressing them bulged his eyes and counterattacked.
As he swung his iron mace to shoulder-check, Gu Do-dong rolled left and stabbed his thigh like an awl.
Flipping Spin Body.
The unpredictable roll threw the Thunder Dragon Squad warrior off.
Puk!
“Kuhuk!”
The warrior screamed.
Puk puk!
He artfully pierced between knee and muscle, then charged on.
His target was Namgung Hyeok, the airborne young master.
Pa at!
Gu Do-dong’s eyes blazed as he channeled inner energy to impale the charging Thunder Dragon Squad warrior.
Awl thrusts, rolls, Iron Wheel Throwing Spear spikes.
His speed, precision, and decisiveness were remarkable.
Concise, effective, erratic attacks let him trade blows despite the skill gap.
Paak! Peong!
The Thunder Dragon Squad warrior deflected the pouch Gu Do-dong threw and faltered.
“Kuhup!”
“Poison!”
“You scum!”
Ignoring them, Gu Do-dong rolled across the ground with Flipping Spin Body, punching holes in Thunder Dragon Squad warriors’ thighs.
Puk! Puk puk!
As Gu Do-dong disrupted the Thunder Dragon Squad by leaping in, the deputy leader seized the gap and charged with elites.
“Kill themmm!”
“Kuaaaat!”
“Haaap!”
“Kuaaaak!”
Screams and shouts tangled into melee chaos.
Namgung Hyeok, watching the battle, let out a sigh of admiration.
‘Not quite street rat level, huh?’
Martial artists who expertly exploited orthodox techniques’ weaknesses.
Not amateur work—they’d faced them before, and their crude arts were systematically trained.
Desperate like hyenas in a snare.
‘Good timing.’
Any bigger, and they’d be trouble. If these types ran rampant in the alleys, the Namgung Clan would’ve stepped in eventually.
Namgung Hyeok took a step forward.
“Make way.”
The Thunder Dragon Squad parted left and right.
The ambushing deputy and Do-dong elites were shoved back in an instant.
Gu Do-dong’s eyes gleamed.
He flicked out two awls, pointing them at Namgung Hyeok.
Then, with a cold sweep of his gaze around, he said.
“How about we call it here? We’ll withdraw quietly.”
“Nah, pass.”
“No point in more blood on both sides.”
“You’re the only ones bleeding. My boys are still fresh.”
The Thunder Dragon Squad had minor wounds; limbs were flying and men dying among the Do-dong Gang.
Gu Do-dong cracked his neck side to side.
“Then no choice…….”
Before his words finished, he hurled the awls with a paak.
Two streaks like lightning bolts.
Iron Wheel Throwing Spear’s exquisite technique—fired in a straight line with tiny spacing.
If Namgung Hyeok focused on the first and relaxed, the second would pierce his throat.
Not stopping there, Gu Do-dong rolled with Flipping Spin Body, drawing a hidden dagger from his shin guard to slash Namgung Hyeok’s ankle.
Lightning-fast strike.
Two moves creating multiple variables—a tricky assault.
Meant to seize victory and subdue Namgung Hyeok at once.
But Namgung Hyeok’s response far exceeded expectations.
Sasak!
He snatched the incoming awls at invisible speed and jammed them into the hand of Gu Do-dong aiming for his ankle.
Ppaak!
“Kk, kkuhuk!”
Gu Do-dong’s eyes bulged, then he gritted his teeth and drew a throwing spike with his left for a counter.
Ujjeok!
Gu Do-dong tumbled across the ground.
His left arm dangled limply, smacking the dirt.
When?
He couldn’t even process the thought.
Before he could retrieve the hidden poison needle under his tongue, Namgung Hyeok closed in and punched his jaw.
Kwajik!
A casual swing, yet with a crunch, the jaw joint shattered and teeth flew out.
Hudududuk!
Blood and tooth fragments rained down. Gu Do-dong’s strength drained away.
‘This…… impossible.’
Gu Do-dong stared blankly at Namgung Hyeok.
Namgung Hyeok said impassively.
“No choice, right?”
* * *
To the Thunder Dragon Squad, the Do-dong Gang were worse than beasts.
At first, they’d clashed fiercely in resistance, but only briefly.
Once the Thunder Dragon Squad settled in and moved, the Do-dong Gang crumbled instantly.
Thought to be the weakest among regional black path groups, they were tougher and fiercer than expected—but legends were legends.
Slaughtering wouldn’t be this swift.
Do Dae-woong watched, hand over his mouth.
‘F-fucking insane.’
A world apart from the gambling den raid.
No, were these the same people?
The difference in brutality was night and day.
Even those vicious loan shark thugs from the Salt Demon Gang didn’t go this far.
Beating without weapons versus carving up with blades felt worlds apart.
Limbs flew everywhere, the ground carpeted in blood.
Do-dong Gang warriors flopped atop it, twitching.
Nothing like black path infighting.
No clashing steel—just rending flesh and screams.
Like clearing annoying trash, the Thunder Dragon Squad hammered them into the blood.
Do Dae-woong paled.
‘……Never piss them off.’
He realized how terrifying Namgung Clan warriors with drawn blades truly were.
Most shocking was the mangled Do-dong leader, Gu Do-dong.
In that brief moment caught by Namgung Hyeok, his body was torn like rags.
Jaw dangling shattered, one arm twisted grotesquely, gushing blood.
Then, Tak Hyeok-dong, having wrapped up, dragged the deputy leader over like a dog.
“Kk, kkuuuuuuk!”
Tak Hyeok-dong gripped Gu Do-dong’s hair, slapping his cheeks viciously before slamming him down to kneel.
“Kk, keu eoeok.”
The deputy’s mouth gaped, teeth spilling out onto the ground.
He stared at Namgung Hyeok with trembling eyes.
Twisting his swollen face, the deputy snarled.
“……What the hell is this! You bastard dogs! What’d we do wrong! Why the fuck are you doing this!”
As Namgung Hyeok stepped closer, the deputy growled and lurched up.
Swipe!
Geon Cheon-hwi pressed a blade to his throat. The deputy ground his teeth, fuming.
Namgung Hyeok chuckled dryly.
“Human trafficking makes you blind, huh?”
The deputy’s cheeks quivered as he glared.
“Don’t know where you heard that bullshit, but got proof I did it? Cripple my men and take heads without evidence?”
Namgung Hyeok shrugged.
“Your branch bosses all sang. Proof’s in the ledgers.”
“You fucking bastards! Namgung Clan shitheads! Since when do you care! Making money’s the crime? Huh? Is it! Why flip out now!”
“The courts’ll judge the crime. They’ll handle the punishment. Or it ends here.”
The deputy’s forehead throbbed with veins at Namgung Hyeok’s casual tone.
He lurched up again.
“You fucks! What’s the real reason for this!”
Namgung Hyeok’s eyes darkened deeply.
“Just annoying.”
“……What?”
“They’re in my turf, annoying me. So I’m clearing them out. Why?”
What kind of talk was this?
Annoying? That’s why this mess?
Namgung Hyeok added softly to the bug-eyed deputy.
“Oh, and.”
As confusion hit, Namgung Hyeok’s foot thudded onto the deputy’s thigh.
Kwa jik!
Blood vessels burst in the deputy’s eyes.
“Eu, uaaaaak!”
Namgung Hyeok ground the mangled thigh down.
“Why’s a worm like you yapping?”
“Kk, kkuu eup!”
“Cut their limb meridians and toss ’em to the authorities.”
The Thunder Dragon Squad flinched at Namgung Hyeok’s calm voice.
An eerie chill emanated from him, like the landscape sinking.
Gu Do-dong, slumped like discarded rags nearby, shuddered.
‘How’s a guy like that in the Namgung Clan…….’
Their familiar way—step on what annoys, seize and take.
Namgung Hyeok was practicing it.
He stretched and turned.
“Now, let’s check these bastards’ assets.”