A bee is quite amusing.

Because it buzzes around with its small body and is annoying.

But if you look down on it and try to swat it away carelessly, you'll get stung by its stinger and regret it.

It's like that now.

Punks who swarm in from all sides, without knowing what he has or what he can do.

What does it matter if it's a vital point or not?

Now that the enemies are close, there's no need to aim for each one.

Cheonyeong crosses his hands and smiles coldly.

"Die."

Scattering Explosion, Dandelion Teeth!

Kwa-a-a-a-a!

Following Cheonyeong's forcefully spread hands, hidden weapons shot out in all directions. As if a dense dandelion seed head had burst.

Peok! Peo-peok! Peok!

For the masked men who were showered with hidden weapons in an unexpected situation, the level of their swordsmanship didn't matter.

Hidden weapons that burst and flew at once, a distance too close to dodge.

"Kra-a-ak!"

Screams erupted from all sides.

Kka-deu-deuk! Kka-gang!

The masked men, who were quickly retreating, swung their swords like mad.

But how can a sword block the rain?

No way.

The distance should have been a little closer.

And he had even imbued it with Samyang True Qi.

Even at a close distance, its power was enough to break rocks and easily pierce through a fairly large tree.

So it was natural that the masked men were pierced through indiscriminately.

But.

"Huh?"

A strange sight appeared in Cheonyeong's eyes, who had been smiling in satisfaction.

People are like that.

When faced with a moment of crisis, they draw out their potential and exert superhuman strength.

Like the masked men now.

For survival, they had unknowingly brought out all of their skills.

So he was surprised.

They had clearly said they would avenge the young master. It was as if they had revealed themselves to be from the Blue Serpent Sect.

But why?

"...Look at this?"

One corner of Cheonyeong's mouth rises wickedly.

The swords of the masked men who were blocking the hidden weapons.

Not only the energy contained within them, but also the flow of the sword strikes was familiar.

Why was the profound energy of the Taoist sect contained in the depths of that killing intent?

In his past life as an assassin, he had once targeted a first-generation disciple of the Blue Green Sect.

Although his character was a mess, he was a punk with quite amazing skills. Thanks to that, he knew the martial arts of the Blue Green Sect well. Even though he had never learned it, he remembered the flow clearly.

Because he had to break it.

It was the sword of that time.

The sword of the Blue Green Sect.

It was not a sword that punks who were trying to hide their identity had learned by looking over someone's shoulder and were imitating, but a sword used by those who had learned it properly.

In the end, these punks... are Taoists of the Blue Green Sect.

"If this is the case, did I scold Myeongseon for no reason?"

Cheonyeong smiled wryly.

Myeongseon's conspiracy theory, no, reasoning. That was the only thing he could think of.

Thanks to the guy who had been chattering next to him the whole time, all of his speculations were in his head.

Yu Seongyeon, raised by the Blue Green Sect, the Blue Green Sect, which had a reason to make him the winner, and the Blue Green Sect's secret move, feeling a crisis on the eve of the final match.

Now that he saw it, the Taoist boy who had run away must have been a real disciple of the Blue Green Sect.

Well, what was a child doing in the mountains at this time of night?

...How everything fits together so well.

Even though Baekta couldn't find the assassin, his reasoning was amazing.

"Keu-eu-eu..."

"You despicable."

The culprits, no, the punks who were clearly Taoists of the Blue Green Sect, who were wounded by the hidden weapons, glared at him.

But despicable?

Anyway, these bastards only think they're right.

Punks who think the dust on other people's clothes is dirty, and the shit they shit is golden shit.

"Heh, what funny punks."

"What?"

"It's funny that punks who lured me with a trap, ganged up on me, hid their identities, and attacked one person are talking about being despicable, isn't it?"

Cheonyeong laughs, cracking his stiff knuckles.

"But, why are the first-generation disciples of the Blue Green Sect imitating the Blue Serpent Sect?"

"...!"

"Ah, it's obvious. Well, anyone can see that's better. Anyone who saw the match that day would think it's worth attacking. And, it would have been good for public opinion, right? The me of that day was a villain in anyone's eyes. Well, it's okay. I'm used to it. I don't care about that kind of thing anyway."

At the words full of ridicule, the masked men's eyes widen.

Hah, what easy punks.

There is no more certain answer than that.

"Anyway, it seems to be true that you want to make Yu Seongyeon the winner."

It seems he won't have to hear the answer in words this time either.

How they flinch.

"I'm truly disappointed. To think the hegemon of Sicheon, the Blue Green Sect, is afraid of the family head of a newly founded Tang Family's estate and is resorting to ambushes."

"Punk... watch your words!"

"No, you should watch your words."

"What did you say?"

Kku-deuk.

Cheonyeong made a strange sound with his fingers and smiled coldly.

"A mere first-generation disciple is speaking informally to the family head of a sect. Does the Blue Green Sect teach you like that? Or are you a fool who can't learn even when taught?"

"Y-you damn punk!"

"Well, whatever."

Kku-uk.

The hand that had been clenching and unclenching is clenched.

And Cheonyeong glared coldly at the first-generation disciples surrounding him and said.

"I've become curious."

"...?!"

"What kind of expression the Changlim Sword Saint will make when I take off your masks and drag you to him."

A fierce momentum rose from Cheonyeong's entire body.

"Over there!"

Just in time, the Blue Green Sect's patrol, who had heard the commotion from afar, came running.

Seeing the lights coming down the mountain, there were quite a few of them.

That meant that not the entire Blue Green Sect knew about it.

Someone's instigation...

The Changlim Sword Saint? One of the elders?

Whoever it is, what does it matter?

They are all from the Blue Green Sect!

[Senior brother!]

The Taoist of the Blue Green Sect, who felt that things had gone wrong, urgently sent a telepathic message to the leader.

At that, the leader clenched his teeth.

He already knew what would come next without even hearing it.

The Pavilion Master's order to only injure him had become difficult to accomplish.

"Attack!"

At the leader's shout, the masked men who had surrounded Cheonyeong all flew their swords at once.

Now it was the complete sword of the Blue Green Sect.

Since their identities had been revealed, there was no need to hide it.

And the killing intent contained in the swords rushed in as if to cut the skin.

They also knew.

That they had to silence him, even if it meant killing him.

Because if it became known, it would be a disgrace to the Blue Green Sect.

Cheonyeong, who had smirked, muttered in a low and cold voice.

"Now that I see it, you're not Taoists at all... you're sons of bitches."

Samyang, Body Exchange.

Koo-woo-woo!

As the internal energy that had been spread in one go raged throughout his body and was emitted externally, Cheonyeong's clothes, unable to withstand the energy, fluttered violently as if they would tear.

Swi-a-a-ak!

The swords fly in.

But they wouldn't know.

That due to the wounds from the hidden weapons, their swords were much duller than before.

Jjeo-eong!

The swords are deflected by Cheonyeong's hand.

Jjeo-eok!

The extended fist digs into the abdomen of the Taoist who was closest.

"Keo-eok!"

Cheonyeong, who had grabbed the hair of the Taoist who had bent forward, forcefully threw one hand.

Swae-ae-aek!

"Keuk!"

The Taoist who was hit by the shot hidden weapon collapses.

Ta-da-da-dang!

Those who blocked the hidden weapons were pushed back.

"Let's see if you guys have the viciousness to kill your own sect members!"

Hoo-woo-ung!

Cheonyeong swung the Taoist he was holding by the hair.

"Heot!"

"Eok!"

The swords that were about to cut their sect member hesitate and lose their way.

"Fools!"

Cheonyeong, who did not miss the momentary opening, immediately dug into them.

Ppeo-eok! Ppa-ga-ga-gak!

Two more Taoists are knocked away by the fists and feet that were swung with all his might.

In one hand, a sect member held by the hair. And in the other hand, a powerful hidden weapon that he didn't know where it would fly.

Cowardly, and despicable.

He could see why he was called the Flood Dragon.

But how could the martial arts of that cunning punk be so strong?

Now it was a situation that could not be handled with numerical superiority.

"Damn it..."

He had to make a move.

Weren't the night patrol already close?

His mind was complicated, but in the end, there was only one conclusion he could come to.

First, he had to put out the urgent fire.

After taking care of the injured and leaving the place, if he discussed it with the Pavilion Master, some answer would come out.

The leader of the first-generation disciples, who had firmed his resolve, immediately put the plan into action.

Woo-woo-ung!

The sword trembled and cried out with internal energy.

"Haap!"

Swi-a-a-ak!

The emitted sword creates seventy-two changes and pours down on Cheonyeong.

Blue Green Sect, Seventy-Two Faction Sword, Continuous Strike!

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

"...!"

Even Cheonyeong couldn't help but be surprised by that fierce momentum.

No way, such a killing move?

Did it mean he was willing to sacrifice the life of the sect member in his hand?

But there was no time to think further.

The Taoist in his hand was one thing, but his own body was about to be torn to pieces.

Pupil Technique, Yellow Eye!

Cheonyeong, whose pupils had turned yellow, let go of the Taoist he was holding and hastily retreated.

Kwa-deuk! Kwang! Kwa-kwang!

The sword strikes pursue the retreating Cheonyeong and rain down.

Blood splattered as his clothes were cut into several pieces by the cutting swords.

Damn it, my body is never safe.

The sword of a first-generation disciple was on a completely different level from Lee Cheongik's.

It was the difference between something unripe and something ripe.

"Haap!"

The moment he thought he had barely escaped.

A Taoist who had dug in through the gap in the sword strikes fiercely launched a palm technique.

How dare you!

Samyang, Pressing!

Since it was already too late to dodge, the extended palm clashed with the Taoist's.

Kwa-a-a-a-ang!

With a rough explosion.

"Umm."

Cheonyeong let out a small groan at the shock that shook his insides and retreated.

A whopping two steps.

A first-generation disciple?

Surpassing his own internal energy, which had achieved Body Exchange?

It was unbelievable. It was even more so because he had been confident in his internal energy.

But he soon realized the reason.

The Six Meridians Heart Method that Lee Won-ik had once used on him.

Where did that, which instantly increased internal energy, come from?

"Blue Green Sect... Heaven and Earth One Qi Art."

Blood was flowing like a thread from the corner of the mouth of Cheonyeong, who was kneeling and muttering.

And the leader of the first-generation disciples who had attacked Cheonyeong was in a state no different from a ruin.

He had flown further than Cheonyeong and was stuck, vomiting blood and convulsing, and the other Taoists were helping him up.

It was natural, as he had exploded his latent power at once and had taken the full force of the rebound from clashing with Cheonyeong.

"We must move our senior brother quickly!"

"Yes!"

The Taoists now openly reveal their identities and flee.

These bastards!

Cheonyeong grabbed a handful of hidden weapons.

But he couldn't pursue them.

Because the Blue Green Sect's patrol had rushed in and surrounded Cheonyeong as if to besiege him.

"What is this! Such a commotion in a place like our sect's founder's hall!"

Damn punks...

My, you're here quickly.

The ones who caused the commotion have already all run away.

No, did they do that to buy time for them to escape?

Now everything is suspicious.

"Family Head Tang!"

"...Shut up!"

The leader of the night patrol, who had been raising his voice as if to urge him, widened his eyes at Cheonyeong's retort.

"Wh-what?"

"Hah, how can you be so thoughtless."

"...?"

"If a guest is injured this much, isn't it normal to first check who the culprit is and protect them in preparation for future threats, before shouting and urging them?"

At Cheonyeong's words, the Taoist shut his mouth like a mute who had eaten honey.

"And, you should have found it strange that there were no Taoists at the Sangdogwan in the first place!"

"...Ah!"

At Cheonyeong's words, the Taoist makes a face as if he has just realized.

How pathetic.

"Ahem. I'm sorry, Family Head Tang. It was a sudden commotion... What on earth happened?"

The Taoist, who had coughed and readily admitted his mistake, helps Cheonyeong up.

"Hoo... damn it."

Cheonyeong, who had frowned, sighed and said.

"I need to see the Sect Leader."

"Pardon?"

"Right now! Tell him that the family head of the Tang Family's estate requests a private meeting."

At Cheonyeong's words, the Taoist was just dumbfounded.

You guys are running away?

Foolish bastards.

Even if you run, you're just a flea.

You've run away, but do you think I have no way of finding you in the Blue Green Sect?

(End of Chapter)