Chapter 70 : Chapter 70

Chapter 70. Let's Call the Beggar's Gang Branch Leader to Sichuan (2)

Han Cheong-un moved forward.

The moment he narrowed the distance and secured his range, Han Cheong-un's spear extended like a ray of light aiming for Ghost Spirit King's lower body.

A thrust with sufficient power to eliminate below the knees. But there is no reason for Ghost Spirit King to just take it.

He jumped straight up dodging the attack and simultaneously raised his hand to strike down towards Han Cheong-un's crown.

A powerful blow as if to burst the head.

But Han Cheong-un manipulated the spear calmly.

Lowering the handle part of the spear from top to bottom.

Just with that, the spear aiming downwards changed direction to aim upwards.

Next moment, Han Cheong-un's spear tip seemed to move violently left and right...

PAPAPAPAT!

Split into dozens and stabbed Ghost Spirit King's vital points all over the body.

"Kuh..."

At that fierce momentum, Ghost Spirit King hurriedly withdrew the attack, twisted his waist to the side, and landed on the ground.

And the moment his two feet touched the ground...

Swish!

Something flies cutting the wind.

Strong, fast, heavy, and above all, a deadly blow.

"Hup!"

BOOM!

Ghost Spirit King blocked that attack raising two hands above his head. Then his two feet firmly stepping on the ground were buried up to the ankles.

Shock as if a huge rock fell on his head makes bones all over the body throb. But this wasn't the end.

The attack that fell on his head utilized the elasticity as it was to turn, drew a large arc, loaded more force, and started falling again.

[ Celestial Pole Eight Trigrams Spear: Taishan Echo ]

Among techniques Han Cheong-un possesses, if considering only simple attack power, it is the strongest technique.

As attacks are added, the destructive power increases, eventually crushing the opponent, a technique truly containing the mystery of Super Heavy Strike.

Once caught, it is not easy to escape in the middle.

"This bastard..."

Ghost Spirit King also didn't suffer helplessly and tried to strike that attack away by infusing internal energy into his hands with all his might. And...

BAAANG!

A much stronger collision sound than before.

Ghost Spirit King had to kneel on one knee.

"This bastard..."

Ghost Spirit King grinding his teeth in anger and shame.

But what dominated him more strongly now was the survival instinct to live brought by the crisis of death.

Swish!

Han Cheong-un turned utilizing the recoil again.

His spear draws a large arc and falls again.

Third attack.

BANG!

Fourth attack.

BAAANG!

Fifth attack.

BOOOOM!

Repeated attacks.

Shock becoming stronger each time.

Before he knew it, the ground where Ghost Spirit King was standing with two feet was dug deep as if a huge meteorite fell, and Ghost Spirit King was only receiving attacks without being able to dodge inside it.

And the moment the seventh attack fell...

"Roaaaaar!"

A huge tiger roar burst out from Ghost Spirit King's mouth and rang the air loudly.

It was the roar of the mountain lord dominating mountains, rivers, grass, and trees and making them tremble.

Then for a very short moment.

Han Cheong-un's spear tip shook minutely. And...

"Kuaaaap!"

At that moment, Ghost Spirit King leaped with two feet and pounced on Han Cheong-un. Han Cheong-un's spear fell on such Ghost Spirit King and the result...

BAAANG!

Huge collision sound.

Simultaneously, one person flew back greatly.

CRASH! SNAP! BOOM!

Someone flying while destroying several giant trees and crashing into a huge rock behind them.

That someone was...

"Sect Leader?"

"Unbelievable..."

It was Ghost Spirit King.

Han Cheong-un landed lightly on two feet, frowned subtly, and said.

"Tsk, made a mistake."

Did he unfold it instinctively?

At the roar Ghost Spirit King burst, his mind shook momentarily and balance broke without realizing it.

The core of Celestial Pole Eight Trigrams Spear is balance.

Always drawing eight trigrams in body and mind and keeping center within it.

Only then can techniques be unfolded according to the principles of Geon, Gon, Jin, Gan, Ri, Gam, Son, Tae.

Taishan Echo was a technique belonging to Gan Kwae among them, but as balance collapsed minutely, the technique's power was halved significantly.

'Means my cultivation is still lacking.'

Celestial Pole Eight Trigrams Spear

Spear art practiced for over decades including past life, but Han Cheong-un hasn't mastered this martial art yet.

It is that abstruse and difficult martial art. As a result...

"Kuh... That kid..."

Ghost Spirit King survived without dying like that.

Whether the possession was released, he returned to his original form, and although in a half-corpse state, if it's that human, that won't be a problem.

Rather the problem is...

"Amazing. Very amazing."

Myriad Poisons Demon Snake approaching him with cold eyes.

"I admit. You might have beaten Iron Blood Fist King."

Red Blood Saber Ghost also approaches sending a cold gaze towards him.

And behind them, numerous Evil Way enemies are revealing fighting spirit towards him.

"Is it a gang bang in the end?"

"Our Evil Way prioritizes practical benefit over face. A big difference from old-fashioned Righteous Way bastards."

"So you mean you will gang bang?"

"Babble as you please."

He tried provoking, but they aren't agitated at all.

Han Cheong-un smacked his lips bitterly and thought.

'I stalled for time thinking it would become like this.'

It seems impossible beyond this.

If bastards attack all at once, even Han Cheong-un is in danger.

And Qingcheng Sect disciples won't last a gak and will definitely be annihilated.

Eventually, the reason Han Cheong-un moved his steps here unreasonably disappears completely.

'What do I do?'

He racks his brains but doesn't see an answer.

He experienced many such desperate moments, but honestly, at this point, there is nothing else.

'Only way is to do as much as I can...'

Man proposes, God disposes.

Even in any desperate crisis, Han Cheong-un doesn't give up and only does his best.

"Come!"

When Han Cheong-un held the spear askew and shouted bravely, Evil Way experts pounced in unison. And...

Swish!

Countless flying needles flew with metallic sounds from the sky. Seeing this spectacle of petals falling like rain filling the sky...

"It's Ten Thousand Flower Rain!"

"Damn, dodge!"

Any idiot who sees this and doesn't know what it is should fold up their life as a martial artist.

The moment Sichuan Tang Clan's secret technique was unfolded, Evil Way people retreated hurriedly.

But not everyone succeeded in dodging, and terrible pain awaited those who couldn't escape the attack range in time.

"Aagh! Aagh!"

"My... arm... Ugh..."

Thin flying needles that make one wonder if they would even sting when hit, but one shouldn't look down on hidden weapons scattered by Sichuan Tang Clan like toothpicks.

Because extreme poison that turns skin black just by touching is smeared plenty.

And above all, Ten Thousand Flower Rain being unfolded has another meaning.

"Tang Clan Head is here."

"Damn, did the Tang Clan arrive?"

Ten Thousand Flower Rain is a technique learned and practiced only by direct lineage of Tang Clan. Of course, there are Elders who unfold it, but for Ten Thousand Flower Rain of this extensive range, one had to think of the Tang Clan Head.

And Tang Clan Head coming meant the same as the entire Tang Clan coming.

Flustered Evil Way group.

Among them, Han Cheong-un did what he had to do fastest.

"Hup!"

He put aside everything else and aimed for just one thing.

Ghost Spirit King dying in a half-corpse state.

Even just harvesting that bastard's head is sufficient achievement.

Seeing Han Cheong-un rushing like that...

"Block him!"

"Evacuate the Sect Leader... Aagh!"

Ghost Gate Palace members blocked Han Cheong-un, but it was hard for them to stop Han Cheong-un. And...

"Now! Follow Sect Leader Han and strike the Evil Way bastards!"

"Loyalty!"

"Loyalty!"

Although not many left, Qingcheng Sect disciples who received the Sect Leader's order also rushed in unison.

Seeing their appearance rushing as if the situation was reversed, Red Blood Saber Ghost frowned.

"Bug-like things got their spirits up."

He stepped forward one step leaking killing intent stickily. The target is Han Cheong-un rushing persistently aiming for Ghost Spirit King.

If he cuts that bastard's neck, he can change this flow again. However...

"We must retreat."

Myriad Poisons Demon Snake blocked him.

"Retreating after coming this far?"

"That is so."

"State the reason."

Red Blood Saber Ghost speaking brought his hand to his weapon. To him showing will to draw if needed, Myriad Poisons Demon Snake said nonchalantly.

"Because if we retreat now, it can end with us winning."

"..."

Red Blood Saber Ghost didn't answer.

But he didn't draw his saber to blow off Myriad Poisons Demon Snake's head either.

Knowing that those words are correct.

Qingcheng suffered damage close to annihilation, and on this side, although Ghost Spirit King suffered heavy injury, it's not that big a damage.

Since that old ghost will come back to life doggedly as long as he doesn't die.

So if they retreat now, the ones benefiting in this battle are the Evil Way side.

"This is just a prelude. You know, right?"

"...Tsk."

Eventually, Red Blood Saber Ghost retreated.

And Myriad Poisons Demon Snake ordered subordinates.

"All personnel retreat! Retreat to the main camp!"

As soon as Myriad Poisons Demon Snake's instruction dropped, Evil Way people started fleeing like an ebbing tide.

"Run! Run!"

"Move, you bastard!"

"Move!"

It was hard to call it an orderly retreat, but seeing them fleeing to live somehow, it seemed impossible to catch them all.

"Pursue the bastards... Kuh..."

Taoist Qingcheng wanted to hit the rear of those bastards.

He wanted to kill even one more bastard to avenge disciples and junior brothers. However...

"Sect Leader, it is impossible anymore."

"Kuh..."

To the bleeding Sect Leader, disciple Jeong Cheon approached and spoke pleadingly.

The disciple's complexion didn't look very good either.

And turning his head, others were the same.

'Whew... Can't be helped.'

He couldn't sacrifice even those who survived for revenge.

Taoist Qingcheng gave up pursuit.

The first clash between Righteous and Evil occurring in Sichuan ended like this.

* * *

After all, the Evil Way people retreated.

Han Cheong-un shouted looking at one side.

"You can come out now."

Then tree branches in a high place shook a bit, and a man jumped down from there.

"Are you okay? Sect Leader?"

"Condition is fine. Problem is there's no particular achievement."

The one appearing was Dang Jin.

Then Taoist Qingcheng opened his eyes round and said.

"Dang Jin? How are you here..."

"Long time no see. Taoist Qingcheng."

The two were acquaintances.

As Nine Sects One Gang and Five Great Families living in the same Sichuan land, it was natural to know each other.

Taoist Qingcheng spoke to Dang Jin as if he couldn't believe it.

"Surely the Ten Thousand Flower Rain unfolded just now was done by you?"

"Yes. That is correct."

Taoist Qingcheng's mouth gaped open.

He knows Dang Jin.

Direct grandson of Sichuan Tang Clan and prodigal of Sichuan Tang Clan.

A person full of twisted rebelliousness against the family who doesn't train properly.

And his talent itself wasn't very outstanding.

So he was certain that when the next generation of Sichuan Murim comes, his disciples would surpass Dang Jin very easily. But...

'Ten Thousand Flower Rain just now was believable even if the Tang Clan Head unfolded it. Plus...'

"Used your head well? Since you unfolded only Ten Thousand Flower Rain and didn't appear."

"Being under someone, only cunning tricks increased."

"Ay, Sohui isn't here, but you shouldn't talk behind her back."

"You, I mean. You! Sect Leader, you!"

Seeing them bickering, he is even more dumbfounded.

Of course, Taoist Qingcheng also heard rumors and knew.

The story that Dang Jin is the Vice Sect Leader of Ultimate Path Gate wasn't a hidden story anymore. But...

Rather it made sense.

'So the Tang Clan Head decided to kick out that prodigal.'

Like that.

But look at the current Dang Jin.

Isn't he a martial artist who achieved enough accomplishment to unfold Ten Thousand Flower Rain to that extent?

Yet the Tang Clan Head sent such a son to an outside sect?

Does that make sense?

"Dang Jin, did you really transfer your affiliation completely to Ultimate Path Gate?"

"Not to that extent. Well, something like two-timing."

"Two-timing?"

"How should I say? If I have to say, rental transfer? Closer to that concept."

"Rental transfer? What kind of nonsense is that?"

"Ay, in the far future, such things will be common. Probably."