"Kra-a-ak!"

The summit of the Blue Green Sect was filled with screams.

The eyes of Jin Yiseon, who was leading the assassins of Jingagu, were bloodshot.

Thirty assassins, including himself.

They, who had been attacked before they could even do anything, were helpless.

The Changlim Sword Saint and the leaders of the Blue Green Sect, a hundred from the Beggars' Sect, hundreds of Blue Green Sect Taoists, and the Tang family punk with an unlucky smile, and the damn green-clothed warriors who occasionally restricted their movements.

It was hard to come to their senses in their combined attack.

Among them, the most annoying were the punks in green clothes.

Their hidden weapon skills were as outstanding as those of a professional assassin.

In a situation that was no different from a chaotic battle, how could they accurately aim only at them and throw their hidden weapons?

At this rate, they would be annihilated.

They were also greatly outnumbered.

However, he was not afraid of death, nor did he feel pity for his dying subordinates.

Just, the failure of the mission. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Ppudeudeuk!

Only that was a concern.

That's why he was angry.

Because the completion of the request was the reason he lived.

"Damn it..."

He had to do something.

In the first place, the purpose of this request was...

Jin Yiseon's gaze turned to a spot on the competition stage.

Even if they were annihilated, the request must be!

"Hoop!"

The hidden weapons, held tightly, were shot out in all directions with Jin Yiseon's spread hand.

"Keuk!"

"Ugh!"

The Taoists of the Blue Green Sect who were nearby could not dodge in time, and their movements became sluggish as they were hit by the hidden weapons.

Kung!

Jin Yiseon, who had taken advantage of the opening and kicked off the ground, shouts with the veins on his neck bulging.

"What are you doing! Complete the mission with your lives on the line!"

At that resounding voice, the assassins who were being attacked by the Blue Green Sect Taoists raised their heads as if possessed.

The completion of the mission...

As if they had been bewitched by a command, a ghostly energy flickered in the assassins' eyes.

Hwa-ak!

"Kra-a-a-ak!"

A white powder of unknown identity was scattered everywhere, and the warriors who were nearby grabbed their faces and screamed in pain.

Poison?

The faces of the poisoned people turn black and burn.

"C-corpse green powder?"

It was corpse poison.

A deadly poison made by rotting a corpse.

If poisoned, one would die within a few hours...

"Everyone! Hold your breath! Retreat!"

Cheonyeong shouts with all his might.

"Keok!"

"Eok!"

But some were already poisoned.

Several of them grabbed their necks and rolled on the ground in pain.

Y-you bastards who deserve to be torn to pieces!

Cheonyeong grinds his teeth and glares at the one who had given the order.

"Jin Yiseon, it was you. It was you!"

A cruel smile forms on his lips.

Yes, if there were thirty assassins, a punk like you should have come.

You, who have a position higher than a special-grade assassin...

Jingagu.

The seven Sangcheon-gwi who existed under the Salju who managed that place.

Jin Yiseon was one of the seven Sangcheon-gwi, and he was the one who had raised the assassins belonging to Jingagu, his own master.

Not a master whose shadow should not even be stepped on, but a person like a sworn enemy.

The distant memories of his past life flash through Cheonyeong's mind.

Jingagu.

The way they raised assassins was not much different from the process of making a Gu poison.

Dozens, hundreds of poisonous creatures are put into a single jar and the entrance is sealed. The poisonous creatures inside kill each other, and in the end, one parasite-like creature with its flesh scraped and melted by the poison remains, and this is called a Gu poison.

That was the way Jingagu had raised assassins.

The children who were captured from all over the world were locked up together and crossed the boundary of life and death in numerous training sessions.

Sometimes they were put in a situation where they had to kill each other, and their emotions dried up and only poison accumulated.

The child who passed all the training in this way becomes a living Gu poison.

A human Gu.

They are born as an assassin full of only poison.

He was a human Gu.

Who had taken the lives of others to live.

And one of the punks who had made him that way was Jin Yiseon.

He was a punk who had trampled and killed a child who had fallen while running, and had kicked and dropped a child who was tired from climbing a cliff.

The devil who had taught him how to die rather than how to live was him.

And now, he was in front of his eyes.

"Jin Yiseon."

Cheonyeong grinds his teeth and repeats his name.

To think I would meet you here.

You...

You, whom I wanted to kill so much.

The Samyang True Qi, unable to be controlled by the rising anger, raged.

The veins on the back of the hand holding the sword bulged as he controlled his body, which was about to jump out at any moment.

But.

"What is it?"

Cheonyeong hesitates.

A sense of bewilderment flashes in Cheonyeong's eyes, which had been filled with anger towards Jin Yiseon.

The strangely changed movements of the assassins caught his eye.

If they had scattered poison, they should have immediately attacked to reduce the number of enemies, or realized that things had gone wrong and fled.

But why?

Were the assassins flocking towards the competition stage, which was no different from the center of the net?

Why...

Suddenly, the words he had heard earlier flash through his mind.

-Complete the mission with your lives on the line!

Jin Yiseon had clearly said that.

By any chance, on the competition stage...

Cheonyeong's eyes, which had been observing the collapsed competition stage with narrowed eyes, widen.

The carpenters' bundles of luggage?

It was certain.

The assassins were clearly approaching the bundles of luggage placed all over the competition stage.

Aren't those surely their luggage?

He had to check.

What the punks were aiming for.

Cheonyeong quickly scans the entire battlefield.

Because of the scattered poison powder, the external siege can no longer enter.

Then?

Kuu-woong!

Cheonyeong shouts, blowing away the poison with a whirlwind created by exploding his Samyang True Qi.

"Sect Leader!"

"...?"

"We must block the punks' path! The punks are aiming for the bundles of luggage around the competition stage!"

Il-u, who had nodded lightly at Cheonyeong's shout, raised his sword straight.

Kuu-woo-woo.

Geon-gon, and the single strike of the sword that connected the two.

Kwa-a-a-a-a!

The sky fell whole.

"Kra-a-ak!"

The front of the sword strike exploded in a fan shape, and the swept-away assassins were cut into pieces and scattered.

Indeed...

They said he was one of the Three Emperors of the West.

As expected, he's ruthless.

To blow away a dozen feet in front with a single sword strike.

Pa-ak!

And he moved again.

He flew his body gently, like a leaf scattered by the wind.

But every time his light steps touched the ground, a sword strike fell and split the world.

Kwa-a-a-ang!

All that was left in the path his sword had passed was the hideously exploded ground and the pieces of the assassins' bodies falling with a thud.

And from a certain moment, no one here moved forward recklessly.

Neither the assassins, who would have their lives blown away if they approached, nor Il-u, who was trying to prevent them from coming to the competition stage.

Because the competition stage was too wide to block alone.

"Yongcheon! Help the Sect Leader with the Green Warrior Unit, hurry!"

"Yes!"

Cheonyeong's order falls, and Yongcheon immediately jumps up and swings his iron ball at the assassins.

Swae-aek!

The Green Warrior Unit, which had formed a line, threw their hidden weapons with all their might, blocking the assassins' approach.

Now he had to check.

What was in those bundles of luggage.

As Cheonyeong flew towards the bundles of luggage, Jin Yiseon's eyes widened.

"Th-that punk!?"

No way? Does that punk know something?

No. There was no way.

He had just made a judgment based on the words he had shouted.

If he had noticed their intentions, there was no way he would just try to stop them.

"Tang Cheonyeong..."

The family head of the Tang Family's estate.

He was a punk with many questions.

Why did that punk know the name 'Samyang' and had learned that martial art? And, how did he know Jingagu's pupil technique?

He had reported it last night, but the Salju's order had not yet come down.

But whatever! Right now, he had to kill that punk.

Even if he died, to complete the mission, he could not let that punk look inside the bundles of luggage.

Pa-ang!

At the same time as he made his decision, Jin Yiseon soared high.

So that Cheonyeong's movements could be seen well.

"Die!"

Swae-aek!

Jin Yiseon repeatedly threw the hidden weapons in his hand.

The swiftly shot hidden weapons drew a red diagonal line and flew towards Cheonyeong.

Red Jade Dagger.

Hadn't he already gotten a glimpse of the punk's level through the match?

He would be more than capable of blocking it.

That was precisely the point he was aiming for. The Red Jade Dagger only showed its true potential when the enemy blocked it.

The moment the punk blocked it, the red jade, unable to withstand the shock, would shatter into hundreds of pieces. And those pieces and the poison contained within them would cover the punk's body.

A hidden weapon that kills if blocked.

That was the Red Jade Dagger.

Just as Jin Yiseon was smiling in satisfaction, predicting Cheonyeong's death.

Hwi-rik!

Cheonyeong hesitates and twists his body at the very moment the Red Jade Dagger was about to reach him.

He had expected it.

Because he knew Jin Yiseon to a sickening degree.

Peo-eok! Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

The red bead that had been slammed into the ground shatters into pieces.

Chii-ik!

The poison rises, burning the ground black.

"As expected."

It was the Red Jade Dagger.

He had already been attacked with the same attack by the punk before. On the day he had died in his past life.

He couldn't block it that day.

But if you get hit twice, are you even human?

And if it's the same attack as before, this won't be the end!

Swi-it!

A tiny object was visible in Cheonyeong's yellow-glowing pupils.

Tta-a-ang!

A rough bursting sound is created by the sword that was quickly drawn and swung.

"...First feint, then kill."

Blind the enemy with the first hidden weapon, and take their life with the second.

Jin Yiseon, wasn't that the hidden weapon technique you taught me?

A cold smile forms on Cheonyeong's lips.

"Y-you, you?"

"How did I know?"

At the words spoken with a grin, Jin Yiseon's pupils tremble finely.

"But, before you wonder about that, you should probably look around."

"What?"

Jin Yiseon's head tilts slightly with a sense of bewilderment.

"Listen."

Cheonyeong puts a hand to one ear with a mischievous expression. As if to listen to something.

"What is that..."

Before the words were even finished, a chilling sound was detected in Jin Yiseon's ear.

Hwi-hwi-hwi-hwi.

At first glance, it sounded like the wind, and it also sounded like something clashing with the wind...

"N-no way?"

Jin Yiseon turns his head sharply in the direction the sound came from.

But.

Ppa-a-a-ak!

It was already too late.

"Keuk!"

Jin Yiseon was pushed back by the impact that struck his side.

The hand that had blocked it was hideously torn.

Although it was urgent, the wound was large even though he had covered it with internal energy.

And to be pushed back by about five feet.

Jin Yiseon, who had frowned, looks for the something that had attacked him.

He saw a three-bladed throwing knife rolling on the ground.

It was the hidden weapon Cheonyeong had thrown at Jin Yiseon when he had dodged the Red Jade Dagger, twisting his body.

"Tch, what a pity. I was aiming for the neck, but it's just a hand."

Cheonyeong makes a disappointed expression. On the other hand, Jin Yiseon's expression was filled with a surprise close to astonishment.

"You... you, how could you? The Revolving Throwing Knife?"

He was more curious about that than the wound.

The Revolving Throwing Knife was another hidden weapon technique that, like the 'first feint, then kill', was made to take the opponent's life unexpectedly.

A high-level hidden weapon technique that required much more training than the 'first feint, then kill'.

"My, my, you have a lot of questions. But wait. This is more important for now."

Cheonyeong sneers and unties the rope that was tying the bundle of luggage.

Tu-du-duk.

"...?"

A fist-sized ball, tied with a straw rope, falls to the ground and rolls.

And what was sticking out on top of it?

"A-a fuse?"

Cheonyeong's eyes widen as he picks it up.

It was a fire bomb.

Filled with explosives inside.

Why is something like this here?

It was strange.

He had no memory of Jingagu using fire bombs.

And above all, weren't things like fire bombs controlled by the government?

Cheonyeong turns his head sharply and looks at the bundles of luggage placed everywhere.

Although he didn't know the individual power of each one yet, what if those were all fire bombs?

The Blue Green Sect could have been blown away whole.

Jingagu, what on earth were you guys aiming for?

Well, I'll find out if I ask.

From now on.

Cheonyeong, who had put down the fire bomb, looks at Jin Yiseon and laughs, grinding his teeth.

Jin Yiseon.

It seems we have a lot to ask and answer, you and I, right?

(End of Chapter)