"Heh heh, heh heh heh, heh heh heh!"

Jeok Seohwa, who was looking at the tip of the sword aimed at him, burst into a loud laugh as if it were absurd.

"What did you say? You're going to annihilate the Blue Serpent Sect?"

"..."

"Have you ever seen such a crazy punk? Are you so young that you can't distinguish right from wrong? I was surprised by the unexpected situation, but you're spouting nonsense without even knowing your place."

Jeok Seohwa, who had been laughing for a long time, says, staring at Cheonyeong with cold eyes.

"What about the Saman-gwi? Annihilated? That's not even funny. Do you think everything will go as you think? Whatever you've left behind, a carrier pigeon will fly in soon. Saying they've cut down all your family members."

"..."

"But you've come with just four people and what? Annihilation? You want me to hand over my son?"

His tone was full of ridicule and disregard.

"Oh yes, you might have been able to come this far easily. Because I didn't expect you to come here in the first place. So what changes? Well, at your level, it might be something to be proud of, to have come to the front of the Daegakjeon and to have defeated a few insignificant guards."

Cheonyeong just frowned and didn't give any answer. He just lowered the sword he had been holding and stared at Jeok Seohwa.

"You foolish punk. Do you finally understand the reality? A rabbit digs three burrows to escape, just in case an enemy comes. It's the same with a wolf. They travel in packs, just in case they meet an enemy. But, the Blue Serpent Sect is a tiger. A tiger just waits."

"..."

"It doesn't dig burrows like a rabbit, nor does it travel in packs like a wolf. Do you know why? Because it's confident, even if someone enters its den. But you, a punk who isn't even a jackal, a punk who has made a small family and has achieved a few accomplishments by luck! What are you going to do to the Blue Serpent Sect, which has been passed down for generations? You should know. That the place you are in now is a tiger's den."

It was a threat full of ridicule.

But Cheonyeong frowned and slowly raised his pinky finger to pick his ear.

"You talk a lot."

"What did you say?"

"Anyway, the conclusion is that you have no intention of handing over your son, right?"

"Of course! You punk!"

"Alright, then I'll... think of it as you choosing annihilation."

"You crazy punk, that again? Oh yes, then go ahead and try."

"Huh? You're not going to ring the bell? You'll need support."

"The bell? You four are enough for the guards here!"

"Hmm..."

His confidence is excessive.

What he knew about the Tang Family's estate would only be rumors passed from mouth to mouth.

He wouldn't know what kind of skill Yongcheon had, what Chunil and Hwangsam had, and his own true skill in front of him.

"Well, alright. If you come out like that. It's convenient for me too. I wasn't particularly worried, but I really hate complicated things."

Cheonyeong extends the hand he had been picking his ear with and beckons with his index finger.

"Are you coming? Or should I go?"

At Cheonyeong's provocation, Jeok Seohwa shouts at the top of his lungs.

"What are you all doing! Bring that reckless punk before me and make him kneel right now!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the order falls, the warriors who were guarding Jeok Seohwa's front rush at Cheonyeong.

Kkwak.

And a hidden weapon is held in one of Cheonyeong's hands.

What he was about to do from now on was revenge.

He should have rung the bell.

No, before that, he should have called in the warriors of the branches.

Because he had no intention of hiding anything in front of revenge, and those he had to kill.

"Yongcheon."

"Pardon?"

"Help Hwangsam and Chunil. The warriors will rush in."

"Yes!"

Yongcheon grabs his iron ball and heads towards the door, and Cheonyeong, with his eyes that had already started to turn a yellowish light, throws his hidden weapons.

It wasn't for nothing that he had made hidden weapon techniques the main force of the Tang family.

Although hidden weapons were treated as sinister and despicable, their mysterious use was in secretly killing enemies, and they were the most optimized weapon for one person to face many.

Hidden Technique, Fan Rafter.

Swae-aek!

The hidden weapons that left Cheonyeong's hand spread out like the ribs of a fan.

"Hidden weapons! Be careful of the hidden weapons!"

At Jeok Seohwa's shout, the warriors raise their swords to prepare to deflect the hidden weapons.

Careful?

Yes, if they were just hidden weapons.

But, the hidden weapons, imbued with the mature energy of the Samyang, were not hidden weapons, but rafters, and iron spears that pierced through both man and horse.

Kwang!

"Keok!"

Far from being deflected, the hidden weapons pierced through not only the swords but also the warriors' bodies.

The warriors, whose main blood vessels had been pierced, collapsed as they were running and were slammed into the ground, and the warriors who had avoided a fatal wound grabbed their injured parts and knelt down.

Of course, Cheonyeong didn't just have hidden weapon techniques.

Several heads flew into the air with the sword he had swung while walking lightly.

It was as if the heads were floating on the gushing blood.

Tu-du-duk!

At the sight of Cheonyeong walking towards him under the pouring blood, Jeok Seohwa's eyes widened.

I-in a single move?

Jeok Seohwa felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of Cheonyeong's yellow pupils as he approached him, drenched in blood. A shiver that made the back of his neck stand on end spread throughout his body.

"Now, is it your turn?"

The sight of him licking his lips with his tongue while smiling looked as cold as that of a snake aiming for its prey.

Sicheon Flood Dragon.

Was he called that not because of his cunning, but because of his evil appearance?

Jeok Seohwa realized that his judgment had been wrong.

Now he seemed to know why that punk's face was so full of confidence.

The punk is strong.

He had the skill to compete with him, and since his hands were full of hidden weapons that could face dozens, hundreds, it was worth mentioning annihilation. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Damn son.

It wasn't that he had foresight, but he had made a choice that would attract a disaster of foresigh. He had brought this upon himself. He had brought this upon himself.

It was too late to summon the branches.

It was also too late to ask for help from the subordinate martial arts schools and other martial artists he had a connection with.

Perhaps, as he had said, the Saman-gwi had already been annihilated. What was left was.

"Ring the bell."

"...!"

The warrior who had been guarding his side in case of an unforeseen situation looks at him with a start at Jeok Seohwa's heavy tone.

"Hurry!"

"Yes!"

The warrior ran off in a hurry, and Jeok Seohwa drew his sword and flew towards Cheonyeong at the same time. He jumped up like a tiger attacking and slammed his internal energy into the sword he was holding with both hands.

Kwa-a-a-a-a!

The atmosphere, rubbed by the clear blue sword qi that was drawn vertically, screamed.

Cheonyeong, who had raised his head to look, smiled bitterly.

The Blue Serpent Sect Leader.

Although he had no dignity, he was a person with a martial prowess that suited his position. No, he had sufficient martial prowess. The moment he had acknowledged him, his momentum had changed.

But.

Samyang, Body Exchange.

Cheonyeong, who had stopped walking, stomped the ground forcefully and drew up his internal energy. The internal energy that had filled his dantian spread to every corner of his body in an instant, and then was imbued into the sword.

Woo-woo-ung!

The sword, surprised by the rapidly filled strength, let out a powerful dragon's roar.

"Hoo... ugh!"

The breath that had been exhaled with puffed cheeks stops for a moment.

Kku-ung!

The sword, which had been pulled up by kicking off the ground, began to draw a powerful arc.

Kwa-a-a-a-a-ang!

The intense shockwave created by the two swords that had clashed in the empty air spread in all directions, and the pushed-away grass was uprooted and scattered.

That was the beginning.

The Blue Serpent Sect Leader was the strongest among the enemies he had met, and Tang Cheonyeong had a skilled martial prowess that was hard to believe for a family head of a new family and a young warrior.

Snake Sword.

Pa-ak!

The Blue Serpent Sect Leader's sword strikes were irregular.

The trajectory resembled the undulating movement of a snake, and it split like the tip of a snake's tongue at the end of the sword.

Kka-gang!

"Keuk!"

The movements were also irregular, so it was not easy to dodge, and one of the sword strikes, which he had thought was a feint, cut his shoulder.

My body is really never safe.

Cheonyeong, who had frowned and rolled busily, drew his sword horizontally.

Kka-a-ang!

The sword strikes clash.

No, the expression 'exploded' seemed more correct.

Every time the sword and sword clashed, the ground vibrated finely, and on the ground, the trees and buildings trembled and shook.

"The Daegakjeon! Move quickly!"

Yongcheon, who had been staring blankly at their fight, turns his head sharply at the commotion he heard from afar.

He could see the warriors of the main gate running.

"Chunil-ah! Hwangsam-ah!"

"Yeah!"

Yongcheon's call.

But, even without that call, they had already assumed a ready posture.

They grip their hidden weapons tightly and glare at the wide-open door.

"Over there! The enemies have attacked the Sect Leader!"

Nearly a hundred warriors of the Blue Serpent Sect, the Dokgak-gwi, came running towards the Daegakjeon. And as they got closer, the end gathered into one.

As if the door were the only way to this place.

"As expected, the Family Head was right."

At the sight of the enemies coming over the door, Hwangsam and Chunil throw what they were holding in their hands.

Swae-aek!

"Kra-a-ak!"

The warriors who were pierced by the hidden weapons collapsed in front of the door they had come over.

But, the hands of the two did not stop.

The empty hands were once again filled with hidden weapons, and the held hidden weapons were immediately shot out. Hwangsam and Chunil, with their feet fixed to the ground, moved their hands without rest.

A warrior who had somehow dodged the hidden weapons and had come in was invariably struck by the iron ball swung by Yongcheon and was sent flying back.

"Damn it! Go over the wall! Hurry!"

They had finally realized.

The fact that they didn't have to go through the door to enter the Daegakjeon.

In an instant, the warriors flew over the wall as if to cover it.

But they had already made sufficient preparations for that.

"Kids!"

"Yeah!"

At Yongcheon's words, Chunil and Hwangsam each take out a forearm-sized cylinder from their bosoms. No way would they have left all the things Danya had made behind.

The Torrential Rain Needle, which shoots out the small hidden weapons contained in the cylinder at once by pulling a string.

The hidden weapons, which did not distinguish their targets, were mercilessly shot out by the simultaneously pulled strings.

"Kra-a-ak!"

The warriors who had jumped onto the wall fall with holes all over their bodies. But the number of those trying to cross was well over a hundred, and the number of those trying to stop them was only three.

They had only brought two Torrential Rain Needles, and the hidden weapons they had filled their bodies with had also run out.

"The hidden weapon attack has decreased! Now's the time!"

The warriors, who had been hesitating at the significantly reduced amount of hidden weapons, once again cross the wall and the door.

But the fiercely swung iron ball turns a warrior's face into a bloody mess.

Kung!

Yongcheon, who had forcefully pressed down on the ground with the upper part, glances behind him.

Kwang! Kwa-kwa-kwang!

Cheonyeong's fight, which seemed as if it would never end.

"Hoo, kids. It seems we have no choice but to fight with our bodies now."

At Yongcheon's words, Hwangsam and Chunil nod.

"Yes."

"I wish Sang-hwi would come quickly."

"I know. But why is your expression like that whenever you grab a whip?"

"What about me?"

"No... something like, a pervert?"

"What, you punk?"

Chunil raises his eyes, holding a tough whip.

"Both of you, stop! Concentrate. They're coming."

"Tch! You, I'll get you later."

"Whatever."

As Chunil, who had been scolded by Yongcheon, leaves a warning, Hwangsam makes a playful expression, grabs his three-section staff, and looks at the enemy.

Just three.

And an enemy that was dozens of times their number.

Yongcheon, who was glaring at the pouring enemies, grabs his iron ball and says, clenching his teeth.

"This is the Family Head's fight. I won't let a single one in."

So that their family head, Tang Cheonyeong, could focus solely on the fight.

(End of Chapter)