Chapter 92: Blood Bow Unit-1
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 92: Blood Bow Unit-1
What is a Nation-Toppling Beauty?
The term refers to a woman whose beauty is so immense and overwhelming that it could cause an entire nation to fall.
From ancient history to the present day, how many kings have been ensnared by the skirts of such women, leading their countries down the path of ruin?
As these examples suggest, a Nation-Toppling Beauty is like a beautiful rose covered in sharp thorns. Yet, is it not because they possess something that resonates so deeply with the human heart that people are drawn to them?
This was no different for martial artists.
Whether in the past or the present, whenever the World's Best Beauty appeared, the hearts of countless martial artists would begin to burn with passion.
Of course, Hwang Du was different.
To him, women were nothing more than lewd creatures with two holes. Hwang Du was a man who believed that no matter who the woman was, she would be rendered helpless once he shoved his cock into her.
Because of this, he had lived his life boasting that he could maintain his composure even if the most beautiful woman in the world were placed before him.
But today, that pride was shattered into pieces.
Tap. Tap.
It began with light footsteps.
Footsteps that were far too light and rhythmic for a man. Yet, for being so light, the sound was incredibly distinct.
And when he followed the sound of those footsteps...
Hwang Du saw it.
A Nation-Toppling Beauty.
Beautiful.
It was a transcendental beauty that simple words could not hope to describe. To think such a beautiful woman existed.
Thump. Thump.
It was a sensation he had never felt in his entire life.
She was on a completely different level from the lowly wenches of the Demonic Cult. She was beautiful, and her very aura was noble.
He wanted to break her.
He wanted to break her somehow, pin her to the floor, and watch as screams of mingled coquetry and pleasure leaked from that incredibly noble face.
However...
The one being broken was himself.
"Aaaaaaaagh!"
How did it come to this?
Hwang Du began to scream at the agony radiating from every inch of his body.
His body was in a state so wretched that not a single part of him remained intact. His right eye had been blinded by a hidden weapon embedded in it, and both his ears were gone, leaving only empty holes.
His member, which had once throbbed with pride, was crushed beyond recognition. Various hidden weapons were lodged deep into every corner of his body.
It was miserable.
His appearance was so gruesome that the word "miserable" felt insufficient.
With his remaining eye, he stared at the culprit who had reduced him to this state. Standing before him was the woman, still radiating her nation-toppling beauty, looking down at him with an enchanting yet eerie composure.
Despair clouded Hwang Du's eye.
Desire and lust were no longer reflected in his gaze. Only terror and hopelessness remained.
Soon, a hidden weapon began to fly toward his head.
He wanted to draw his sword and deflect it immediately. But his mangled arms refused to obey.
'Damn it...'
Crunch!
The hidden weapon pierced straight through Hwang Du's skull, killing him instantly.
A man who, as the vice-leader of the Evil Ghost Squad, had slaughtered countless Tang Clan martial artists, met his end pinned by a hidden weapon.
The woman who killed Hwang Du approached his corpse.
Squelch.
She picked up a sword lying nearby and claimed Hwang Du's head.
Whoosh!
She then hurled the severed head toward the center of the grand hall.
Thud. Roll. Roll.
Hwang Du's head hit the floor of the hall, rolled, and finally came to a stop right in the center.
The gazes of the many people inside the hall converged on the severed head resting in the middle.
"Waaaaaaaah! That demon is dead!"
"Dok Seo-si killed the demon!"
"As expected of the direct bloodline!"
The morale of the Tang Clan martial artists began to soar boundlessly upon seeing Hwang Du's head.
Everyone in the hall knew Hwang Du's martial prowess better than anyone. He was the man who had relentlessly cut down the Tang Clan's elders and seniors. Seeing such a man killed so easily, their spirits couldn't help but skyrocket.
Conversely, the members of the Evil Ghost Squad began to scowl.
"Damn it!"
"Stupid bastard, dying to a wench like that!"
"Don't worry, you lot! The squad leader and reinforcements will be here soon!"
"Don't flinch! Don't flinch!"
As expected of war veterans, their morale didn't break easily just because a vice-leader had died.
From their perspective, it was only natural. Although Hwang Du was a vice-leader, they believed the gap in martial power between him and them wasn't that large.
Furthermore, they had something to rely on.
That was the existence of the Evil Ghost Squad Leader, Go Wol, and the reinforcements.
Go Wol was a genius among geniuses who had reached the exalted realm of the Upper Stage of the Super-Peak Realm shortly after reaching the age of thirty. They didn't know where he was or what he was doing, but they were certain he would come running if they just held out a little longer, and the reinforcements would arrive as well.
The main force of those reinforcements was the Blood Bow Unit, the support unit for the Evil Ghost Squad.
While they didn't boast the same overwhelming martial power as the Evil Ghost Squad, their martial arts using bows were specialized for long-range attacks, so their arrival would be more than enough help.
"Kill them all!"
"Just hold out until the leader arrives!"
"I'm going to be the first to shove it into that bitch's hole!"
The fervor of the Evil Ghost Squad began to rise. They were confident that they would be the victors in the end.
Thud.
Roll, roll, roll.
It was then.
Something else began to roll into the center of the hall.
Stop.
It came to a halt right next to Hwang Du's head.
And when the Evil Ghost Squad members identified the object, they were struck with utter horror.
"The... the leader!?"
"What? The leader!?"
"No, how could this..."
The expressions of the once-confident Evil Ghost Squad members turned into masks of pure dismay.
Indeed. The object that had rolled into the hall was the severed head of the Evil Ghost Squad Leader, Go Wol.
Though his face was a gruesome mess with hidden weapons embedded here and there, the squad members could still recognize him. They knew that the wretched head belonged to their leader.
For the first time since the raid on the Tang Clan began, the faces of the Evil Ghost Squad members changed. Their relaxed demeanor vanished, replaced only by tension and fear.
"D-damn it!"
"Raise your swords!"
"Fuuuuck!"
They tried to bolster their morale again, but it was useless. The death of a man who was an Upper Stage Super-Peak expert and more demonic than a literal demon was that shocking.
The morale of the Evil Ghost Squad plummeted visibly, while the spirits of the Tang Clan martial artists surged.
The woman who had killed both the leader and vice-leader of the Evil Ghost Squad spoke.
"Look! The leader of these demons has lost his life at the hands of a mere woman. If the leader is like this, what can be said for his subordinates? They are nothing but weaklings hiding behind hideous masks! Martial artists of the Tang Clan, annihilate these pathetic invaders and show them the power of our clan!"
Dok Seo-si, Tang Seo-yoon, shouted loudly, infusing her voice with internal energy.
"Waaaaaaaah!"
"Annihilate them all!"
"Show them the power of the Tang Clan!"
"Kwahahaha! You pathetic weaklings!"
Countless Tang Clan martial artists echoed Tang Seo-yoon's cry, their morale reaching a fever pitch.
The Tang Clan warriors charged at the Evil Ghost Squad. Though they were still locked in a bloody struggle, the dynamic was completely different from before.
The thought of having a reliable ally behind them gave them a sense of composure, and that composure brought psychological stability. It was entirely different from when they had swung their swords with rock-bottom morale.
With psychological stability, the attacks of the Evil Ghost Squad became clearer to their eyes. As a result, they were able to create a situation that was the polar opposite of before.
"Urgh!"
"Agh!"
"You damn poisonous bastards!"
The Tang Clan martial artists began to push back the Evil Ghost Squad. The atmosphere was completely different from when they were being unilaterally slaughtered.
The screams of the Evil Ghost Squad members began to echo throughout the hall. The tide of battle had turned.
The one who had reversed the entire situation in an instant was the peerless master, Tang Seo-yoon. They felt a deep sense of gratitude toward her from the bottom of their hearts. Without her, they would have surely met their deaths.
Tang Seo-yoon dove directly into the heart of the fierce battle. Then, she began to scatter hidden weapons.
Psh-sh-sh-sh!
Numerous hidden weapons flew from her sleeves, piercing through the members of the Evil Ghost Squad. It was a divine display of power, bordering on that of a peerless master.
"Whew."
Tang Seo-yoon let out a soft sigh.
Although she had recovered some of her internal energy and stamina thanks to the Hundred-Year Fleeceflower given to her by Geum Jeok-hwa, she was still pushing her limits. If she overexerted herself further, the internal injuries she had sustained from Go Wol would flare up.
But she had no choice. To boost morale, she had to kill those who appeared to be enemy leaders in one fell swoop.
She had succeeded in killing the enemy commanders, but the process had clearly taken a toll on her, as her entire body began to ache and creak.
'Ugh.'
She swallowed a groan. She felt a significant amount of pain in the wrist she used to throw the hidden weapons.
However, she couldn't show any weakness here. This morale had been raised with great effort; she couldn't let it plummet now.
Step.
She regained her composure and charged at the Evil Ghost Squad once more. Even if throwing more hidden weapons was too much, she still had her poison arts.
She circulated the Ten Thousand Streams Return to the Source Divine Art. Soon, a green-colored energy began to envelop her.
*
Go Gwang, a member of the Evil Ghost Squad, realized that they were gradually being pushed back.
What on earth had gone wrong?
They had clearly been handling their opponents with ease. To be pushed back like this... he felt that something was terribly, fundamentally wrong.
'Shit.'
Curses escaped his lips naturally. Go Gwang's gaze instinctively drifted toward the woman who had killed their leader and vice-leader.
It was because of that wench. She was the reason they were suffering such a setback. Everything had been perfect until she arrived.
Go Gwang's insides began to boil with rage.
'No matter what, I'm going to kill that bitch.'
Go Gwang vowed to himself over and over again.
"Aaaagh!"
"Gah!"
"Ack!"
But contrary to Go Gwang's determination, many Evil Ghost Squad members were being killed without mercy, and before long, they fell into despair.
The martial power of the Tang Clan warriors had increased exponentially with their rising morale, but the presence of a peerless master like Tang Seo-yoon was an even greater pressure.
Naturally, they couldn't display their full skills, and even if they did, they never knew when they might be ambushed. A significant number of Evil Ghost Squad members began to fall.
'We're going to lose at this rate.'
Go Gwang began to seriously consider declaring a retreat. He thought it would be better to live to fight another day rather than die a dog's death here.
It was while he was agonizing over this decision.
"Die!"
A Tang Clan martial artist raised his sword toward him. He was aiming to cut down Go Gwang, who had momentarily shown an opening.
'Damn it!'
Go Gwang tried to quickly raise his sword to defend, but it was too late. The blade was already inches from his face.
'Fuck.'
Go Gwang cursed inwardly.
At that moment...
Thwack!
The sound of something impacting was heard, and the sword that had been right in front of his face stopped.
Startled, Go Gwang looked ahead and saw the Tang Clan martial artist with an arrow through his head. Someone had saved him.
He quickly scanned the surroundings for the archer.
And then he saw them.
Hundreds of demons appearing in the distance.
A smile began to spread across Go Gwang's lips. The reinforcements had finally arrived.
*
Zip! Zip! Zip!
A hail of arrows began to pour down onto the battlefield.
"Agh!"
"Gah!"
"Urgh!"
Even though the arrows were fired indiscriminately into the fray, only the Tang Clan martial artists were hit.
Seeing this, Tang Seo-yoon was startled and turned her head toward the direction the arrows had come from.
And there, she saw them.
Hundreds of ghosts armed with bows.
They wore red demon masks and were drawing the strings of their blood-red bows with incredibly powerful arms. Naturally, their targets were the Tang Clan martial artists.
"Fire!"
At the shout of the man who appeared to be the leader, another volley of arrows began to fall like rain.
Zip! Zip! Zip! Zip!
An uncountable barrage of arrows began to overwhelm them.
"Aaaagh!"
"Gah!"
"Ack!"
Many Tang Clan martial artists fell with screams, while the faces of the Evil Ghost Squad members began to brighten. Reinforcements had arrived.
"Waaaaah! It's the Blood Bow Unit! The Blood Bow Unit is here!"
"Kwahahahaha! Kill them all!"
"Reinforcements are here!"
"Wipe them all out!"
With the arrival of reinforcements, the morale of the Evil Ghost Squad soared once again, and they began to swing their swords violently.
"Agh!"
"Urgh!"
Once again, the screams of the Tang Clan martial artists began to echo through the hall.
'I can't let this continue.'
Tang Seo-yoon began to move, utilizing her movement technique. If she left things as they were, the Tang Clan martial artists would be slaughtered. She had to eliminate those archers.
Dash. Dash.
She moved quickly toward the Blood Bow Unit. She intended to envelop them in poisonous qi and poison them.
Thud!
It was then.
A massive arrow slammed into the ground right in front of her feet. She was inwardly shocked.
'It's embedded in the ground!?'
It had pierced straight into the stone floor. For an arrow to have such power, it must have been infused with a significant amount of internal energy.
She stopped and looked at the face of the man who had fired the arrow. He was a man with bronzed skin and a very rugged impression.
"Hehehe, it'll be troublesome if you come any closer."
The man looked at her with a lewd smirk. His name was Ma Jin-ho, the leader of the Blood Bow Unit.
"Hehehehe, you truly are a beauty. You must be Tang Seo-yoon, the one they call the Xi Shi of the Tang Clan?"
Ma Jin-ho grinned and continued, scanning her from head to toe. He was feeling very good right now. How could he not be, when a peerless beauty greeted him as soon as he raided the Tang Clan?
It seemed the rumors of the Sichuan Tang Clan having the World's Best Beauty were not an exaggeration.
"From today on, I shall be your husband, so it would be wise for you to start practicing your bedchamber arts. Kwahahahaha!"
Ma Jin-ho burst into laughter after making the foul joke.
"Madman."
Tang Seo-yoon replied curtly. He was so incredibly vulgar that she didn't even want to exchange words with him.
"Hehehehe, how feisty. As expected, Tang Clan wenches have a feisty charm. Listen up, everyone! This is the woman who will become your lady. You may wound her, but I do not permit you to kill her!"
Ma Jin-ho said, turning to the members of the Blood Bow Unit. He intended to capture her alive and use her as a toy.
"Leader, will you give us a chance to shove it in too?"
One of the Blood Bow Unit members behind him spoke up.
"I'll let those who help in her capture take turns having a go at her."
"Hehehehe, understood."
At Ma Jin-ho's answer, the Blood Bow Unit members began to cast lewd gazes at Tang Seo-yoon.
"Bullshit."
Hearing their vulgar talk, she shook her head and gripped her hidden weapons. To deal with those specialized in long-range combat, she needed her own projectiles.
'First, I'll keep them in check with hidden weapons.'
She gripped the weapons tightly, praying that her aching wrist would hold out. She had to break them somehow before her hand gave way.
Tang Seo-yoon grit her teeth and steeled her resolve.