Chapter 68 : Chapter 68

Chapter 68. Those Who Want to Die, Come at Me! (4)

"Ancestors..."

Taoist Qingcheng looked at the sky.

Dawn was breaking before he knew it.

The most miserable night in his life passes and the day breaks. But probably he won't be able to see that sun rising.

"Kill them all!"

"Yes!"

Evil Way bastards rush in.

Junior brothers and disciples go forward to block, but they are outnumbered. However, no one runs away cowardly.

"Kuh..."

"Aaaagh!"

Everyone is facing death proudly like martial artists of Qingcheng. Taoist Qingcheng felt proud yet sorry for them.

He had no choice but to admit it only after reaching this state.

That all this was brought upon by his own foolishness.

He gritted his teeth.

'I should have listened to the Tang Clan Head.'

From the moment he committed the foolish act of underestimating the opponent blinded by honor in the first place, he was wrong.

"Kuaagh!"

A disciple falls with a deep wound on his chest.

It is Jeong Cheon, a direct disciple of the Sect Leader and the head disciple of the Jeong generation.

"Cheon!"

Taoist Qingcheng caught the falling disciple behind him and faced the enemy holding his sword.

CLANG!

"Tsk, a dying old man... only has strength..."

"..."

At Taoist Qingcheng's blow, the opponent retreated, but Taoist Qingcheng's internal injury also relapsed.

Swallowing the blood rising in his throat forcibly, he glared at the opponent.

An opponent who seems to have roughly peak level martial prowess.

If it was his usual self, he is confident he could defeat him within ten moves. But...

"Qingcheng Sect Leader's head is mine."

"Hahaha. Where! The one who catches first owns it!"

It is impossible in this situation.

In a situation where jackals aiming for his neck are lined up around, victory was not visible.

"Kuh..."

"At least one, no, at least two bastards I will take as companions to the netherworld," Taoist Qingcheng pledged and wielded his sword with all his might. However...

BOOM!

It was then.

A streak of lightning fell from the sky, and at that moment, everyone here stopped fighting.

What was seen in the eyes of those who turned their gaze to where the lightning fell was a single spear.

A person is added to the place where the spear made entirely of solid iron up to the handle fell.

He, who appeared lightly from the sky, grabbed the spear stuck in the ground and glanced around.

Whenever that gaze touched, the Evil Way people flinched and shrank back without realizing it.

And the man pulled out the spear and spoke towards the surroundings.

"I am Han Cheong-un, Sect Leader of the Ultimate Path Gate."

He raised the spear aiming at where the Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way were and said.

"Those who want to die, come at me!"

* * *

Sudden appearance of Han Cheong-un.

Just by his appearance, the atmosphere changed.

The Evil Way enemies who were boiling over became quiet as if cold water was poured on them.

Even though only one person was added.

In fact, if it were a normal battlefield, it wouldn't make sense.

However, this is the Gangho.

A place where one expert can change the tide rather than hundreds of rabble. And...

'Is that guy Han Cheong-un, Sect Leader of the Ultimate Path Gate?'

'The one who won against that Cha Mugyeom...?'

'He's younger than I thought?'

Unlike three years ago.

Already among Evil Way people, the three characters of the name Han Cheong-un are not unknown.

A rising star who defeated Red Flowing Fist Cha Museong and fought a head-on match with Limitless Gate Sect Leader Cha Mugyeom and won to secure his territory.

Currently, Han Cheong-un has become a magnate who can influence the morale of battle just with his three-character name.

"Cough... Truly so... Are you Han Cheong-un?"

At Taoist Qingcheng's question, Han Cheong-un glanced at him and said.

"That is so. Since the situation is urgent, let's do formal greetings later."

"..."

Taoist Qingcheng nodded slightly. He knows the situation is urgent. But still, he had to ask this.

"Did you come alone? Where are the reinforcements?"

"They are coming."

"Coming? Then you alone... Cough..."

Reckless.

And foolish.

No matter how much of a rising star standing out newly in the Gangho, he came into this place of death alone?

This is not brave but reckless. And...

"Ho, alone?"

"What a stroke of luck is this?"

Once they learned Han Cheong-un came alone, the Evil Way bastards' momentum began to rise again.

Reinforcements are following behind, but that means he is alone for now, right? Then...

"Are you the kid called Han Cheong-un?"

Whether Evil Way or Righteous Way, taking the head of a magnate is the fastest way to succeed in the Gangho.

Some shrink back intimidated by Han Cheong-un, but there are also those who aim for that head wanting to spread their fame.

Just like this bastard.

"This body is Strange Evil Saber Man Sang of Ghost Gate Palace."

"..."

"Thinking a kid younger than expected got lucky to gain fame and became arrogant. Can you do that before this elder's saber too?"

"..."

Han Cheong-un didn't answer the opponent's provocation.

No, precisely speaking, he wasn't even looking at the provoking opponent. Currently, his gaze was focused on the three people observing him from the back.

'Ghost Spirit King and Myriad Poisons Demon Snake, plus Red Blood Saber Ghost of all people...'

He rushed urgently, but this was a tiger's den more serious than expected.

No matter what, he didn't know three Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way would be here.

'What do I do? Should I stall for time?'

To the pondering Han Cheong-un, Strange Evil Saber Man Sang shouted loudly.

"You bastard! Dare you ignore this elder?"

"Huh? Ah..."

Only then did Han Cheong-un give a glance to Man Sang.

And he spoke filled with genuine apology.

"Ah, sorry. I was thinking of something else..."

"...What?"

"But who are you?"

Han Cheong-un was sincere.

Han Cheong-un prided himself on knowing quite a lot of names and aliases of magnates among Evil Way people.

But the person in front of him now was a first meeting.

He seemed to be babbling something, but honestly, with three magnates glaring at him from behind, would he care about a day-old puppy barking in front of his eyes?

"This bastard..."

Of course, the ignored day-old puppy would be pissed off though.

"Die!"

Strange Evil Saber Man Sang drew his saber and attacked.

Then his saber technique changed into dozens and attacked Han Cheong-un.

Change by variable techniques?

No. This is an Evil Way attack technique combining Ghost Gate Palace's unique illusion killing method and saber technique.

Only one among those is real and the rest are variable techniques created by illusion art.

Since it's not a change by martial arts, martial arts experts with no knowledge in sorcery found it hard to see through this.

Man Sang had defeated countless enemies with better martial arts than himself in this way until now. However...

"As expected, not a magnate."

The opponent in front of his eyes now is Han Cheong-un.

What need is there to see through changes?

Originally, a spear is longer than a saber.

So the solution is simple.

Han Cheong-un grabbed the end part of the spear shaft with one hand and swung it as it was.

CRUNCH!

"Aagh!"

Han Cheong-un's blow dug deep into Strange Evil Saber Man Sang's side.

He hit with the spear shaft part, not the blade part, but that resulted in a more terrible outcome.

The handle part of the spear crushed his ribs and smashed more than half of his abdomen as it dug in.

"Ku... Kueegh..."

Man Sang unable to even scream from severe pain.

Han Cheong-un looked indifferently at him caught on the spear shaft and...

"A gift."

With those words, he threw him to where Red Blood Saber Ghost was.

And just before he reached Red Blood Saber Ghost...

CLANG!

With a sharp metallic sound, he was split in half.

Strange Evil Saber Man Sang severed while spraying blood profusely.

A futile death for an executive of Ghost Gate Palace.

Then the Ghost Spirit King next to him grumbled.

"Red Blood Saber Ghost. What you cut just now was my subordinate?"

"So what? If you have complaints, fight me?"

"Haa... Truly can't communicate. As expected, should I not treat you as human?"

A subtle atmosphere flowed between the Ghost Spirit King and Red Blood Saber Ghost. However...

"Do the killing among yourselves later."

Myriad Poisons Demon Snake intervened and mediated.

He shrugged and said to them.

"Isn't there an enemy in front right now?"

Then the Ghost Spirit King and Red Blood Saber Ghost also stopped checking each other for now and stared at Han Cheong-un.

And the Ghost Spirit King stepped forward one step and said.

"I heard your name plenty. Kid. You won against Cha Mugyeom?"

"Right, I did."

"Just because you won once by luck against that ignorant wild boar, do you think you became equal to us?"

"No. How could that be?"

Han Cheong-un denied at once.

It was a denial firm enough to fluster the Ghost Spirit King.

But words...

"Equal? Does that make sense? When my level is much higher than you guys."

Need to be heard until the end to know.

The Ghost Spirit King provoking Han Cheong-un, who confidently said his level was higher, was rather flustered.

But Han Cheong-un continued his claim confidently without hesitation.

"In the first place, isn't there no one stronger than Cha Mugyeom among you three?"

"What?"

"This kid..."

"..."

Han Cheong-un's provocation worked properly.

The complexions of the three hardened simultaneously, and regardless, Han Cheong-un continued speaking as if telling an obvious truth.

"Among you three, except for Red Blood Saber Ghost, even if the remaining two attack simultaneously, you can't beat Cha Mugyeom. Yet me, who beat that Cha Mugyeom, equal to you?"

Han Cheong-un smirked and said.

"Where are you trying to sneakily get a free ride? No conscience. Ah, so you are Evil Way?"

"This kid really!"

The Ghost Spirit King, whose anger rose to the top of his head, attacked Han Cheong-un as he was.

When he waved his hand and scattered talismans, the talismans transformed into black wolves and rushed towards Han Cheong-un.

It was surprising enough to shock ordinary people, but Han Cheong-un just smirked.

'Where is this cheap trick.'

Han Cheong-un rushed in without caring.

Even seeing the wolves rushing to bite his neck with their jaws wide open in front of his eyes, he really didn't care at all.

His gaze was fixed solely on the Ghost Spirit King beyond them. And the moment the wolf bit his neck...

Whoosh.

Nothing happened.

Han Cheong-un completely ignored his illusion, moved forward, and reached close to the Ghost Spirit King.

Simultaneously with Han Cheong-un's extending blow, the Ghost Spirit King hurriedly unfolded his fan and blocked the attack.

BOOM!

The internal power blocking Han Cheong-un's blow with an ordinary folding fan was amazing. But the Ghost Spirit King couldn't offset all the attack and had to be pushed back greatly.

While doing so, he waved his hand greatly once again.

"Feel the hellfire!"

Then a giant flame python popped out from his sleeve and pounced on Han Cheong-un. But...

"So what?"

Han Cheong-un nonchalantly ignored this attack too and just took a step forward.

Then the flame snake became an illusion and faded away the moment it touched Han Cheong-un.

Seeing that appearance, the Ghost Spirit King frowned and looked at Han Cheong-un.

"You bastard..."

"Why? Is it fascinating?"

"..."

The Ghost Spirit King chewed his lower lip.

None of his illusion killing attacks worked.

There was no way he didn't know what this meant.

"It's the weakness of the illusion killing art you specialize in. It doesn't work on those who don't believe. Isn't that right?"

"..."

Correct.

Illusion killing is basically a technique to bewitch people and kill the opponent with it.

Burning, getting hit by lightning, drowning...

Illusion killing art controls disasters of myriad changes impossible for humans and drives the opponent to death.

A technique looking invincible under the heavens, but in fact, the weakness is too clear.

That it doesn't work at all on those not deluded by illusions.

Of course, it's not as easy as said.

It's unlikely to be easy to completely disbelieve and dismiss changes coming directly in front of eyes as illusions.

If even a speck of doubt remains in the heart, one cannot shake off the illusion killing art.

Those who can do so are only a very few whose stage is extraordinary in the first place.

'To think that young bastard already reached the stage of controlling the mind?'

He couldn't believe it even seeing with his eyes.

The greatly flustered Ghost Spirit King hesitated. An opponent on whom illusion killing art doesn't work is no different from his natural enemy.

From beside him, Myriad Poisons Demon Snake jumped out.

"A young bastard is too arrogant."

He uncoiled the whip he wore around his shoulder and swung it towards Han Cheong-un as it was.

A long whip over three zhang long flies cutting through the air fiercely.

CRACK!

Han Cheong-un moved his feet to dodge, and the sound of air bursting rang out from where he was. And Myriad Poisons Demon Snake swung the whip continuously.

CRACK! POP! CRACK!

Sounds of air bursting rang murderously at the impact points his whip aimed for.

A mighty attack that would burst flesh and crush bones if even one hit was allowed.

Han Cheong-un dodged using movement arts rather than striking the attack away with his spear.

Against Han Cheong-un who wasn't easily caught, Myriad Poisons Demon Snake unfolded an ultimate technique.

"Take this too!"

[ Myriad Snake Whip Art: Soul-Chasing Poison Snake ]

Then his whip wriggled like a living snake and chased aiming for Han Cheong-un.

Han Cheong-un dodged largely with movement arts, but...

Swish!

The whip turned in an impossible direction as it was and flew aiming for Han Cheong-un.

Myriad Poisons Demon Snake holding the whip moved his wrist exquisitely controlling the whip and shouted.

"Useless. My Myriad Snake Whip will chase you until you die!"

Certainly as he said.

The whip tip following as if alive despite dodging largely was monstrous.

How high a stage must whip arts reach to handle the whip tip freely as if alive like that?

Among those admiring, Han Cheong-un thought.

'This bastard is playing tricks.'