Blue Sky Chivalrous Fist
"Young hero, stop this!"
"More killing is meaningless! Cease at once!"
"Enough! Enough! No more blood must be spilled!"
"Have you no pity! Sheathe your blade!"
"Give them a chance to walk the righteous path!"
"Hate the sin, not the sinner! Please, show mercy and grant them a chance at redemption!"
"The way of the martial world is not blood for blood! True chivalry comes from forgiveness—please, put away your sword!"
"Stop this slaughter right now!!!"
Jeong Jin spread both arms wide, blocking the way.
"Whoa..." Do Gwang let out an internal admiration.
Unlike in the game, he had turned the Manwolchae bastards into minced meat with overwhelming force. And just moments ago, the man before him had been trembling in absolute terror, nearly killed by Do Hwa.
Yet.
'He actually came to stop me?'
Do Gwang truly hadn't expected Jeong Jin to parrot his usual nonsense and step forward like in the game.
Meanwhile.
"Isn't this enough! Blood has flowed like a river!"
Even as he trembled violently with fear, Jeong Jin's eyes blazed with unshakable conviction!
Born into a minor martial arts family, his relatives had desperately tried to stop him, but he boldly set out into the martial world to uphold chivalry and justice!
However.
Unfortunately, he hadn't gotten far before he ran into Jang Cheol, the chief of Manwolchae, and became a human chair—a slave used as a seat cushion.
But.
His heart remained filled with chivalry and justice!
'...His alias was Blue Sky Chivalrous Fist, wasn't it...'
If a player saved him, later on, Gwon Seong—one of the Five Great Masters—would take a liking to his upright nature and take him as a disciple. From there, the story went that although he lacked the player's talent, he became a great hero through pure effort alone...
'...No talent, my ass.'
Do Gwang immediately cursed inwardly.
How could he not?
This bastard reaches the Super Peak level just one year after becoming Gwon Seong's disciple. No matter how much he bled from effort, and even if his teacher was the top-tier instructor Gwon Seong himself—one year to Super Peak?
That's a monstrous realm that only about a hundred people in the entire martial world have reached.
And he's calling that talentless? A late bloomer through pure effort?
What a load of bullshit!
This lying bastard!
'...Well, that's not what matters right now.'
Right, anyway, that kind of future setting nonsense wasn't important to Do Gwang right now!
"This is enough! Can't you see this man deeply regrets his wrongdoings!"
"Th-that's right! I was wrong! Sob, please, spare me!"
The bandit, who had shit and pissed himself, whimpered pathetically from behind Jeong Jin.
Yeah, this ridiculous farce unfolding before his eyes was what mattered.
Just then.
Shing—!
"Can I kill him?"
Do Hwa asked with a bright smile, radiating killing intent.
"Dad! I'm just gonna kill this one!"
"Haah..."
Do Gwang let out a deep sigh.
It wasn't because of the "dad" title. He didn't know Do Hwa's exact age. The game never mentioned it, and she didn't remember either. But not only was this body he'd possessed not that old, the real Do Gwang was nowhere near old enough to have a daughter as big as Do Hwa.
Still, since she insisted on calling him that.
Do Gwang didn't really mind.
Anyway.
"Haah..."
The reason he let out another deep sigh was.
'How the hell am I supposed to treat this bastard...'
Right. It was ambiguous whether to treat Jeong Jin as a martial artist or as a civilian. He would later grow into a martial arts master with the grandiose alias of Blue Sky Chivalrous Fist. But at this point, he was a guy who hadn't even properly built basic internal energy and was just a slave at Manwolchae.
So.
'What do I do with this...'
It was quite a dilemma.
It wasn't that he was applying the brakes because of some nonexistent sense of justice or chivalry. Even though it hadn't been a full day since he possessed this body, Do Gwang had already established his own rules.
'I'm not some psycho crazy bastard...'
He decided not to touch civilians—people who hadn't even properly learned martial arts and were struggling to survive in this Central Plains.
'I'll only kill bastards who deserve to die.'
That was his rule.
Of course, the scope of "deserves to die" was based on whether they "didn't sit right with Do Gwang," which was a bit removed from common sense. But still, most bad guys couldn't possibly sit right with Do Gwang.
Look at this Manwolchae. They'd all already gone to the Yellow Springs hand in hand, but how many poor souls had suffered because of those bastards!
So Do Gwang had cut down all the bad martial artists who didn't sit right with him, and was just about to finish off the last one.
But then.
A guy who wasn't a bad guy, but who couldn't really be called a martial artist either.
"Please, show mercy!"
A bastard like this showed up to interfere.
'...Seeing it in person for real, it's seriously annoying...'
Whether she read his displeasure or not—
Shing—!
"Dad! I'm just gonna kill this one!"
Do Hwa raised her dagger again.
In response, Jeong Jin squeezed