Chapter 77 : Chapter 77

Chapter 77. The Life-and-Death Struggle of Two Martial Artists Has Begun (2)

The first clash.

The one that went out furthest in front from the Evil Way was the Blood Hand Gate.

Unlike the name Blood Hand Gate, their specialty was Saber Arts using small daggers.

No, to speak accurately, it would be correct to call it Killing Arts using sabers.

Although holding a small dagger in one hand, fighting using fists, palms, legs, and everything was their combat method.

A system of martial arts where a will is felt as if the method doesn't matter as long as they can kill the opponent.

In a way, it is similar to Killing Arts that assassins would use.

"Haaaat!"

"Hup!"

One disciple of Emei clashed with one disciple of the Blood Hand Gate. The disciple of Emei had her shoulder cut, and the Blood Hand Gate member had his waist cut.

Even with the same exchange, the disciple of Emei is more advantageous. However…….

"Huhuhu……."

The opponent stuck out his tongue and began to lick the opponent’s blood on his dagger.

Then the wound on his waist began to heal.

Blood Absorbing Demon Art.

It is a martial art that can be called the characteristic of the Blood Hand Gate, a martial art derived from the Blood Cult, which was said to be a match for the Demonic Cult in the past.

Just by ingesting blood, wounds heal and stamina recovers.

Because the Blood Hand Gate possesses this characteristic, they stood at the vanguard.

Considering the characteristic of a battlefield where blood is rampant, they are the ones more advantageous than anyone else when it goes to a long-term battle.

"Do not show blood carelessly! You must not give them a chance to recover."

One of the elders of Emei shouted loudly.

But is that as easy as it sounds?

Although the disciples of the Emei Sect are not weak, fighting without shedding a drop of blood in such a melee is not very easy.

Eventually, the longer the fight goes on, the more disadvantageous the situation is bound to be. At that time…….

"Bodhisattva of Compassion!"

With a voice carrying profound internal energy, one swordsman throws her body toward where the disciples of the Blood Hand Gate are gathered.

It is Abbess Hyeonwol, the Sect Leader of the Emei Sect.

Seeing her dangerously throwing her body into the middle of the enemy camp, the disciples of the Blood Hand Gate flinched for a moment, but soon their attitude changed completely.

"Hahaha. She is mine!"

"I will kill her!"

The Blood Absorbing Demon Art, the martial art of the Blood Hand Gate, enhances one’s internal energy by taking the heart of a master.

From their perspective, the Sect Leader of the Emei Sect is no different from a lump of spiritual medicine. Of course…….

"Haaaaaaat!"

Only when they have the skill to match their greed.

Wind Flower Chaotic Dance

What Abbess Hyeonwol unfolded is a basic sword form of the Disordered Wind Sword Art that any disciple of the Emei Sect can use.

But martial arts is something where the power differs like heaven and earth depending on who unfolds it.

"Kuaaak!"

"Aaack!"

Those who rushed at Abbess Hyeonwol seeing her as some tasty spiritual medicine were hacked to pieces and died by the storm-like sword strikes.

Regeneration or whatever, what use is it if the torso is sliced and chopped up?

After sweeping away dozens of enemies in one move, Abbess Hyeonwol shouted to her disciples.

"Do not be intimidated! Emei’s sword does not yield to things like wicked outcasts!"

As the Sect Leader took the lead and performed actively, the disciples’ morale also rose.

"Where do you dare……."

"Emei is not one to yield to a group of outcasts!"

Regeneration or whatever, if you just cut the neck, that’s it.

At the fiercely rushing attack of the Emei Sect, the Blood Hand Gate’s spirit died down slightly.

Actually, if they engage in a head-on confrontation in the Sichuan Murim right now, the strongest place as a sect would be Emei.

Qingcheng’s power was reduced by falling into a trap, and the Tang Clan is not a sect that fights head-on.

And regarding the Beggar's Gang, the individual martial arts level is somewhat lower.

But Emei is a sword sect that shines in a head-on confrontation if all the core forces, the elders and first-class disciples, are intact.

Such Emei Sect was gradually overwhelming the Blood Hand Gate, even if they couldn't secure a perfect advantage while dealing with them.

Before this man intervened, that is.

"This is not good."

A monster covering all the lower part of his face with a mask.

No one knows when he appeared.

Unlike Abbess Hyeonwol, who intruded revealing her presence grandly, he just quietly and secretly appeared in the middle of the Emei Sect and said.

"I have to suppress the momentum."

When he said that…….

"Who?"

"Uh?"

Only then did the disciples of the Emei Sect notice his existence.

But the monster had already moved his hand to the saber at his waist.

One elder of the Emei Sect who saw that sight shouted…….

"Dodge!"

CLANG!

It was already too late.

A clear sword cry ringing from the monster’s scabbard simultaneously with the elder’s shout bursting out.

From the Emei Sect’s perspective, it was a sound like a disaster.

"Uh……. Uh uh……?"

"Ma…… Master?"

Valiantly, the waists of several Emei Sect disciples split and they fell to the ground.

At the same time, blood fountains soaring from the severed bodies.

The monster, hit by those blood fountains with his body, curved the corners of his eyes like crescent moons as if satisfied. And…….

"Red Blood Saber Ghoooost!"

Abbess Hyeonwol burst out a shout of rage and flew toward him.

Abbess Hyeonwol with a terrifying spirit like a mother tiger who lost her cub.

But even in the midst of that, her sword maintained perfect discipline and spirit as much as she had cultivated all her life.

"Haaaaat!"

Her sword pressures the Red Blood Saber Ghost, bursting out splendid variable moves with sharp spirit.

To that, the Red Blood Saber Ghost only responded as he always did.

One flash pursuing extreme speed.

CLANG! RING!

The clear sound ringing as the two attacks collided and were then sheathed.

And Abbess Hyeonwol, who landed on the ground…….

"Mmm……."

Glared at the Red Blood Saber Ghost with a serious expression.

They clashed just one exchange.

But she could know sufficiently.

‘It is just as Sect Leader Han said.’

Inwardly she didn't believe it.

As the Sect Leader of the Emei Sect, she was confident in her martial arts, and she was thinking, 'Would a mere ringleader of the Evil Way be stronger than me?'

But the moment she clashed directly, she knew.

Despite taking the initiative, the result was a draw.

No, although a very minute difference, she was pushed back.

Then what will happen if they face head-on and continue the offense and defense?

‘Thirty……. No, if I endure well, it would be forty exchanges.’

After that, her neck will fly by that saber.

She had to admit it.

The distinct difference in skill between herself and the Red Blood Saber Ghost.

"It seems you got the feeling."

The Red Blood Saber Ghost took a drawing stance toward Abbess Hyeonwol and said.

"If possible, I recommend being cut obediently."

His whole body is like a sharp knife.

Against the Red Blood Saber Ghost from whom she felt such a feeling, Abbess Hyeonwol smirked and said.

"You outcast. I acknowledge your knife skills, but your head is stupid beyond measure."

"……?"

"Why would this woman give up?"

"What does that mean?"

"It means this."

It was not Abbess Hyeonwol who answered the Red Blood Saber Ghost’s words. A man running like the wind from beside him.

It was Taoist Qingcheng, the Sect Leader of the Qingcheng Sect.

Since the Red Blood Saber Ghost was holding a stance toward Abbess Hyeonwol, Taoist Qingcheng’s attack rushing from the opposite side was threatening to him. However…….

CLANG!

The Red Blood Saber Ghost raised the opposite hand, not the saber, and blocked his sword.

Since it was not an angle to strike with a drawing technique, he blocked it urgently with his arm.

Looking closely, there was a steel bracer covering the entire forearm on his hand, and Qi was infused into that bracer. However…….

"Got you. You bastard!"

Taoist Qingcheng was certain.

Even if he is wearing a bracer on his arm, he cannot perfectly offset his sword strike with that.

He felt the sensation of bone breaking vividly.

Although the bracer is fine, the guy’s arm broke from that impact.

"Abbess, now is the opportunity……."

He couldn't finish his words.

Before that, the Red Blood Saber Ghost, who took a stance in his direction, began to draw his sword.

"Hup!"

SCREECH!

It was a close call.

He threw his body backward urgently, but the Red Blood Saber Ghost’s strike cut the hem of Taoist Qingcheng’s chest.

If it had dug in two inches more, it would have cut the heart beyond the chest.

"……."

Taoist Qingcheng couldn't understand.

Clearly there was a feeling of the arm breaking, but the guy’s technique didn't drop even a little.

How can this be?

To such Taoist Qingcheng, Abbess Hyeonwol joined in and said.

"Do not think complicatedly. You must not judge the martial arts of inhuman outcasts that they learn normally."

"The Abbess’s words are correct."

The two people corrected their momentum.

Although Taoist Qingcheng’s surprise attack didn't work, if it’s these two, it seemed they wouldn't lose against that knife ghost.

‘Since this was the plan in the first place…….’

‘We have to leave the rest to the back.’

Abbess Hyeonwol and Taoist Qingcheng.

Those two took stances and faced the Red Blood Saber Ghost in front of their eyes. And the Red Blood Saber Ghost sighed and said.

"I might overeat today."

What does that mean?

There was no time to ask.

The moment the Red Blood Saber Ghost’s body lowered deeply. He immediately sprinted forward and closed the distance.

In the eyes of the two Sect Leaders, it only looked like the guy was enlarging greatly. And the strike of the drawing sword being swung…….

SCREECH!

Clean and sharp. However…….

"No chance!"

"Don't underestimate us!"

These two are also not easy figures.

Two figures representing the swords of Qingcheng and Emei began to wage a full-scale mortal combat against the Red Blood Saber Ghost.

* * *

"Tsk, quite cumbersome."

Myriad Poisons Demon Snake Chang Hae.

He frowned looking at the person in front of his eyes.

A middle-aged man with handsome looks wearing a green robe with the character Tang engraved on the chest.

If one came to Sichuan to war and didn't know this man, they must have come to play.

It was Dang Myeong, the Head of the Sichuan Tang Clan.

"Indeed, Poison Cloud God of Death. You block all my cute children well."

To the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake, who spoke stroking his whip that squirmed as if alive, the Tang Clan Head spoke.

"We absolutely cannot leave a bastard like you free. Myriad Poisons Demon Snake."

The Tang Clan Head knew well.

What it means to leave a master of poison arts free in a war situation where such a melee occurs.

Massacre.

There is no method more effective than poison in annihilating opponents of lower status in droves.

So the Tang Clan Head had kept his eyes on the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake continuously since the war started.

Of course, the other figures of the Sichuan Tang Clan were the same.

"Stop those bastards!"

"Absolutely do not let them come to our allies!"

Other disciples of the Tang Clan were also engaging in a fierce and toxic battle with the masters of the Poison Hand Gate.

Although it is a complex melee situation, the area where the Tang Clan and the Poison Hand Gate were fighting was separate.

Both Righteous and Evil reached a tacit agreement.

That they don't want to get involved there.

As the poison qi exchanged by each other overlapped more and more, poisoned people began to appear on both sides.

Tang Clan and Poison Hand Gate.

If the battle of these two sects tilts to one side, there is a high possibility that the victory or defeat of the war will be decided at that moment.

As such, they were desperate.

The aspect of the confrontation between the two toxic sects seemed almost similar.

And taking the Tang Clan Head and the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake as an example…….

"This won't do. I can't catch up at all."

The Myriad Poisons Demon Snake raised both hands.

The Tang Clan Head’s hidden weapon arts and movement arts certainly drew admiration automatically. Especially the movement arts.

Originally, defense in the Tang Clan’s martial arts means evasion. Due to the nature of hidden weapon arts, blocking or deflecting is almost impossible, so defense against the opponent’s attack all concludes with evasion.

Naturally, the Tang Clan’s movement arts were excellent, and the Flying Swallow Flowing Shadow Body Art was highly renowned as a unique art of the Jianghu.

However, the characteristic of this movement art is that it is as abstruse and difficult as it is excellent.

Even successive Heads of the Sichuan Tang Clan were said to have learned a lot if they learned this movement art up to eight stars. However…….

"I didn't know there would be a person who mastered the Flying Swallow Flowing Shadow Body Art."

"Thanks for the compliment. So what will you do? Will you give up and retreat like this?"

"No, I can't do that."

Although he says that, the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake wrapped his weapon, the whip, around his shoulder again.

And he said toward the Tang Clan Head.

"To master that abstruse movement art following hidden weapon arts, you must have made a truly enormous effort. Since it is not a realm one can reach with talent alone."

"……."

The Tang Clan Head remained silent.

Although he is praising, a different intent was felt in the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake’s unpleasant smile.

"It is the way of the world that if you grasp one, you must discard one."

"Did you attain enlightenment or something?"

"No, I just want to say this."

Purple poison energy began to rise slowly from the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake’s body.

A lethal poison energy that spews up acrid poison smoke just by touching the ground.

In that state, the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake spoke.

"Well, shall we see to what extent the current Tang Clan Head’s poison arts are?"

Simultaneously with saying those words, the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake extended double palms. Lethal poison energy extended from his both hands covered the Tang Clan Head, and the Tang Clan Head…….

"Hup!"

While retreating backward, took something out of his pocket and threw it.

POOF!

It was a neutralizer.

Something that can neutralize almost all decent poison energies, a high-priced item made with heart and soul in the Tang Clan’s Hall of Ten Thousand Poisons, costing easily three thousand taels just for ingredients. However…….

WHOOSH!

The poison energy pushed away that neutralizer and continued to extend toward the Tang Clan Head.

"Tsk."

The Tang Clan Head clicked his tongue, took out throwing knives, imbued them with red Sword Qi, and threw them toward the poison palm.

[ Tang Clan Dagger Art: Exploding Flower Flying Shadow ]

The two throwing knives thrown by the Tang Clan Head flew obliquely and collided with each other at some point. Then…….

BANG!

It burst flames making an exploding noise for an instant.

Most poison energy is vulnerable to fire energy.

The Tang Clan Head neutralized the opponent’s poison palm with dagger arts.

"Your skill is quite something."

The Myriad Poisons Demon Snake clapped and praised such Tang Clan Head.

But a smile of conversion hung on his lips. Certainly, it was as he expected.

The fields the current Tang Clan Head mainly trained in were hidden weapon arts and footwork.

Because he concentrated on those, his achievement regarding poison arts was on the considerably lower side.

Of course, it is a relative story.

It’s not that he can’t do it at all, but that he is in the lower ranks if divided among successive Tang Clan Heads.

The problem is that the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake in front of his eyes is far superior to the Tang Clan Head in that field called poison arts.

The Myriad Poisons Demon Snake, convinced of victory, raised his poison smoke thicker and said.

"Hidden weapons are consumed and bound to run out someday."

"……."

"Your cause of defeat is neglecting poison arts despite being born in the blessed environment called the Tang Clan."

And the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake smiled fishily and said.

"Now, let's see how long you last."

And following his hand gesture, countless bundles of poison energy aimed at the Tang Clan Head simultaneously.

The Tang Clan Head gritted his teeth and thought.

‘Since it came to this, even if it means mutual destruction…….’

It was then.

From behind him, a poison energy much larger and more powerful than the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake’s rose up, jumped over his head, and covered the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake’s poison energy.

"Mm?"

It was a sight as if a huge wave swallowed a small wave head-on.

The Myriad Poisons Demon Snake opened his eyes wide, and the figure who created this scene walked slowly from behind the Tang Clan Head and revealed herself.

White hair and beauty that one would believe even if called the peerless beauty under the heavens.

This woman wearing a green martial uniform with the characters Tang and Ultimate engraved on the chest.

"You say poison arts are your specialty?"

"……."

"Then why don't you unfold that great poison art in front of me too?"

Dang Seoyeon stepped forward.