Yellow Dragon Castle (10)
Yellow Dragon Castle (10)
"It's a little embarrassing, but word got around my neighborhood that I was fairly skilled with a sword. They called me the Swift Wind Sword, saying I swung my blade like the wind."
Chang-hyeon. He was a first-rate swordsman who had thrown his lot in with the Eight Trigrams Association. True to his epithet, he wielded his sword with wind-like speed and possessed a mysterious blade that cut down his enemies with clean precision.
"Don't worry, brother. My sword will only ever move against the wicked bastards who threaten the Eight Trigrams Association."
"Die! The Eight Trigrams Association belongs to Brother Gyeong Hwi!"
His vow to swing his sword only against the enemies of the Eight Trigrams Association was nowhere to be found.
"Guaaak!"
Chang-hyeon's sword struck the back of the youngest member of the Eight Trigrams Association, who had been swinging a club. He screamed and staggered forward. Stumbling and bleeding profusely, he grabbed the railing and vomited a mouthful of blood. People below who had looked up to see what was happening were startled by the sudden shower of blood clots and scattered. Chang-hyeon thrust his sword forward to finish the youngest off for good.
"Haap!"
"Hurk...!"
A deflating sound that didn't match the battle cry. The blade suddenly thrust out above the youngest's chest, then was pulled out with a brutal sound. The youngest, his eyes rolled back, slammed his head against the railing and bled profusely. Finally, the railing could no longer bear the weight and collapsed.
"Uwaaaak!"
"A, a person is falling!"
Kung!
The youngest fell onto the dining table, his focus fading. Beyond his blurred vision, he could see Chang-hyeon panting heavily in excitement. And beside him, he glimpsed the figure of another man stretching out his leg.
"You son of a bitch!"
"Uh, urk!"
Before Chang-hyeon's battle frenzy could even subside, a powerful kick aimed at his dantian flew in. Struck defenseless by a blow charged with inner energy, Chang-hyeon's body floated into the air. Jeok-yo's Shadowless Kick. He was a martial artist who had joined the Eight Trigrams Association and was very close to Mu Song.
"Kuaaaak!"
He crashed into a pillar, spitting out bloody foam. Having lost his sword, he knelt clutching his stomach. The internal injury was so severe he was in no condition to keep fighting. Unable even to think of retrieving his weapon, Chang-hyeon turned and tried to flee.
"Die!"
"Ah...!"
But Chang-hyeon couldn't even flee. Another martial artist rushed from the side and charged at him with a dagger. Chang-hyeon was pushed back, the sword plunging into his side with a deflating sound. The frenzied man shoved Chang-hyeon against the railing, then kicked him, sending him flying down from the inn.
"Kuaaaa...!"
Chang-hyeon's single scream echoed as he fell to the first floor. He landed headfirst and died instantly, the impact snapping his neck.
"Aaaah...! S, stop.... Stop.... Please...!"
And then another martial artist lost his life right before Hwang Ryong-seong's eyes. His eyes filled with demonic energy, Mu Song pulled the short spear from the martial artist's back. Gyeong Hwi had just finished off the two martial artists who had killed Chang-hyeon moments before, and now stared at Mu Song. The two men, drenched in blood, caught their breath while glaring at each other amidst the hellish chaos.
"Stoooop...!"
Hwang Ryong-seong's voice went unheard. He wept like a child, tears streaming, yet no one paid him any attention. Even Eun Ho-seol simply watched the bloody standoff, making no move to stop Hwang Ryong-seong's weeping.
"To kill even the members of the Eight Trigrams Association, you bastard... Heaven will not forgive you."
"You're one to talk! Aren't you feeling refreshed now that all the bastards who didn't listen to you are dead! I'm going to cut off your head, and Hwang Ryong-seong's, and rebuild the Eight Trigrams Association anew!"
"How dare a bastard like you talk about rebuilding it! You can't do anything! Haven't you always just whined and clung to Hwang Ryong-seong's leg!"
"There's no fixed bloodline for kings and nobles! Even some beggar can rise to fame in the martial world! So why can't I!"
The two men hurling insults at each other were, for some reason, smiling. Vague conviction and cruel optimism governed them. It didn't matter if all the Eight Trigrams Association members died. They had only killed the ones they didn't like anyway; the ones who followed orders well had just been unreasonably killed by the other bastard.
Therefore, taking revenge was only natural.
Therefore, it was only natural for 'me' to finish everything at this inn and create a new Eight Trigrams Association to lead. Mu Song swung his short spear and shouted.
"I'm the one who'll become the best in the martial world!"
Gyeong Hwi, not to be outdone, also shouted.
"The Eight Trigrams Association is rightfully mine!"
Spear and fist clashed. Every moment held a killing blow aimed at destroying the opponent. In their figures, the way they had sat smiling together at the Eight Trigrams Association's drinking party was nowhere to be found. The short spear pierced through Gyeong Hwi's earlobe, and Gyeong Hwi's fist struck Mu Song squarely in the face. The two men simultaneously twisted their heads, staggering. Without waiting for the other, each channeled inner energy into their other hand and wildly unleashed killing blows.
Kwang!
Weapon and hand collided with a thunderous roar. The two men were bounced apart. Each thought first and foremost to kill his opponent before he could recover his stance. With blood-smeared faces and reddened eyes, they crawled on all fours like beasts, approaching in crouching, almost kneeling stances. Then, targeting each other's vital points, they unleashed their special techniques.
Even to Hwang Ryong-seong's eyes, which possessed not a single speck of inner energy, that dazzling light was clearly visible. In brilliant colors, their inner energy clung to each other's weapons and clashed with the single-minded intent to kill. A deafening roar, incomparable to the explosion that had occurred moments before, rang out.
Kwaaaang!
Wooden splinters flew, and the place where the Eight Trigrams Association had been sitting was overturned by the shockwave's aftermath. The food that had been laid out, the wine cups, even the signboard of the Eight Trigrams Association hanging behind them, all collapsed. Only Hwang Ryong-seong's chair remained intact, because Eun Ho-seol had been holding it.
The food that flew into the air was nothing more than filth. The spilled liquor and seasonings mixed with blood and emitted a foul stench. The slowly falling sprays of blood and wooden splinters scattered mercilessly, like autumn leaves drifting in a forest.
"In my hometown,"
Eun Ho-seol continued speaking, silently watching the debris falling everywhere.
"Snow falls like this."
Amidst the brutally scattering wooden splinters and the thunderous roar, the two men were enveloped in white light. The martial artists who had been fighting to the death, mortally wounded, clutched their injuries and screamed in agony. The corpses of the dead martial artists were swept up by the impact, bounced away, and fell one by one to the first floor.
And then, from within the dust, the figures of Mu Song and Gyeong Hwi emerged.
"Kuuuuu...!"
"Heuheuheu...!"
It was Gyeong Hwi's victory. Though battered to a pulp, it was Gyeong Hwi who stood on his own two feet. He clenched his fist tightly and looked down at Mu Song, who was flopping around like a bug. Intoxicated by his sense of victory, Gyeong Hwi screamed.
"I! I am the master of the Eight Trigrams Association! Now! It is my era! I...!"
"You've worked hard."
A low voice cut off Gyeong Hwi's words. Wearing elegant clothes and carrying themselves with composure, Zhuge Yeong-yu and Docheol came up. Hwang Ryong-seong, who had worn a puzzled expression upon seeing Zhuge Yeong-yu, began to tremble violently, veins bulging in his eyes the moment he saw Docheol.
"Yo, you baaastard...! Ah...! Aah...!"
He wanted to curse, but couldn't form proper words. All he could do was tremble while sitting in his chair. As the exhausted Gyeong Hwi turned his head with a somewhat uneasy face, Zhuge Yeong-yu and Docheol simultaneously drew their weapons and rushed at him.
"Wai...!"
Before the inner-energy-depleted Gyeong Hwi could even open his mouth, Docheol's axe buried itself in his crown, and Zhuge Yeong-yu's hidden dagger stabbed into his dantian. Gyeong Hwi swayed and staggered in the air like a puppet whose strings had been cut, then slammed his head into the floor and crumpled.
Docheol pulled out his axe and said,
"Hey, Chu Du-pal."
"Th, this.... D, damn you.... Ah...!"
The moment Hwang Ryong-seong saw Docheol, he writhed, struggling to express his rage. Mu Song, collapsed on the floor, reached his hand toward Zhuge Yeong-yu and spoke.
"The Zhuge Family...! P, please help me...! Me...!"
Zhuge Yeong-yu threw his hidden dagger without even giving Mu Song a glance. Mu Song, the dagger stuck in his head, stiffened while still reaching out his hand, then went limp and passed on. Docheol checked the deaths of Mu Song and Gyeong Hwi, then slowly approached Hwang Ryong-seong. Hwang Ryong-seong forced his mouth to work and spoke.
"Wh, what...! T, to me...! Wh, why...! This...! H, how...!"
He seemed to have a lot he wanted to say. But it appeared Hwang Ryong-seong had figured out, even if he didn't know how, that I was the mastermind behind this whole plan. I also had a lot I wanted to say to him. The reason I betrayed him. The method I used to stab him in the back.
The method I used to seduce Eun Ho-seol.
But it was hard to explain all of that in words. So I smiled and gestured to Eun Ho-seol. Eun Ho-seol let go of Hwang Ryong-seong's chair and came trotting over to me.
"Uh...! Uuh...!"
Hwang Ryong-seong's eyes widened. Before his very eyes, we kissed, openly thrust out our tongues, twisting them together and sucking deeply.
"Aah...! Ah...! Uaah...!"
Continuing the kiss breathlessly, Eun Ho-seol's expression became hazy and intoxicated, and she knelt down before me. Then, she stroked my erect cock through my pants and carefully peeled them off.
"Aaaaah...! Wh, whyyy...! Uu...! Uaah...! Yo, you baaastard...!"
My fully erect manhood was revealed before her eyes. Eun Ho-seol cast a glance at Hwang Ryong-seong, then took my cock into her mouth and took it deep into her throat.
"Ah...! Aah...! Uaah...!"
Watching that sight, Hwang Ryong-seong's face finally flushed red.
"Guaaaaaaaak! Uwaaaaaaak! Aaaaaaaak!"
He bled from all seven orifices and died.