Chapter 111 : Chapter 111

Chapter 111. The End (2)

For a moment, I locked eyes with Hyeok Ilso.

An interloper appeared.

“Haaat!!”

The trash swung their weapons with clumsy skill.

I moved minimally, swinging the Restoring Name Sword.

Slice!

After clearing a few pieces of trash blocking my way.

I searched for Hyeok Ilso like a man looking for his unrequited love.

Beyond the crowd of trash, his figure came into view.

Unfortunately, his gaze was not on me.

“Where do you think you’re looking!!”

A stout old man was shouting as he threw his fists at Hyeok Ilso.

Seeing the blood-colored fist energy surrounding the old man’s fists, I recalled the information I had heard from the Beggar’s Gang member.

Blood Fist Golden Ghost. An elder of the Black Heaven Sect.

It seemed he was too busy dealing with the old man to pay attention to me yet.

There was nothing to be disappointed about.

If Hyeok Ilso couldn’t come, I just had to go to him. Just as I always had.

“I’ll kill my way through.”

They were either dregs from the Unwol Sect, trash brought by the Blood Fist Golden Ghost, or just parasites who came to the Black Market to see if there was anything useful.

How convenient that there was no need to distinguish between good and evil.

As expected, killing these kinds of bastards was more comfortable than dealing with the hypocrites of the Righteous Path.

“Ah, got it, Hyung-ah.”

“Understood, Senior Brother.”

Leaving Nam Geon and my junior sister’s answers behind, I used my movement technique and threw myself at the trash.

For some reason, the kid from the Tang Clan didn’t make any unnecessary comments this time.

It seemed like everything was starting to go well.

Slice!

How long had I been cutting down the trash blocking my way?

As my vision began to clear, Hyeok Ilso’s figure started to come into proper view.

“As expected.”

His movements had changed from the last time we met.

It didn’t simply mean his skills had improved.

The movements of the man who used to move concisely with a wondrous movement technique had been reversed.

He was repeatedly swinging his sword at the old man called Blood Fist Golden Ghost.

Even though there was still some distance between us, I could clearly feel the immense power contained in that sword.

A sword art that, according to the original future, would have become the signature ultimate technique of the Hoyeon Clan. It had to be the Heavenly Wind Sword Art.

I had to kill him before he got any stronger.

With that thought, I swung my sword again.

Slice!

I advanced, intending to shove the Restoring Name Sword into Hyeok Ilso’s body, for a moment.

A peculiar sight caught my eye.

Near the battlefield where Blood Fist Golden Ghost and Hyeok Ilso were clashing.

A group that had formed a large circular formation was blocking those approaching from all sides.

Among them, a middle-aged man roared fiercely.

“Hold out until the Unit Leader kills that old monster!!”

“Yes, Vice-Leader!!”

Judging by the way they spoke, these guys seemed to be that Silver Wolf Unit or whatever they were called.

It was a strange feeling.

It seemed those bastards were convinced that Hyeok Ilso would kill Blood Fist Golden Ghost alone. Just as I was.

That was why I had to get closer before Hyeok Ilso killed Blood Fist Golden Ghost.

My purpose was not to compete with him in martial arts. I just wanted to kill him.

Then, a voice came from behind.

“Break through, Senior Brother.”

“W-We’re fine. W-We can hold on without Hyung-ah.”

“Just don’t die. I’ll treat you.”

Unlike before, it was the voices of my companions who had finally followed me through the countless ghouls.

Suppressing a smirk that threatened to escape, I replied.

“I’ll kill him as fast as I can and come back, so hold out somehow.”

There was no reason to look back, so I flew straight towards Hyeok Ilso.

Cutting down everyone who blocked my way.

Slice.

***

Blood Fist Golden Ghost. He had been overflowing with confidence.

“So you’re the hunting dog that the Unwol Sect Leader is said to be raising.”

At least, until he first came to the Black Market in Yichang.

“The debt our Black Heaven Sect owes the Unwol Sect is considerable, so I should at least break the Unwol Sect Leader’s toy before I go back. Hahahaha.”

It didn’t take long for that confidence to be shaken.

The Unwol Sect Leader’s hunting dog. The skills of Silver Wolf Unit Leader Hyeok Ilso were tougher than he thought.

Hyeok Ilso’s movement technique was so wondrous it was difficult to chase, and the hegemonic sword art he unleashed was threatening even to Blood Fist Golden Ghost.

But was a brat still just a brat?

He saw minute openings in the middle of their exchanges.

The movement technique and the sword art weren’t perfectly harmonized.

Every time Hyeok Ilso’s posture was slightly disturbed, Blood Fist Golden Ghost would continuously throw his twin fists, pushing Hyeok Ilso back.

Why was it?

Even though he was clearly pushing him, he felt a strange sense of unease.

It was because of the man’s eyes.

Even while being cornered, his eyes were utterly indifferent.

Even though he clearly had the upper hand, for some reason, he felt like he was the one being chased.

“I’ll pluck out those eyeballs of yours!!”

Shouting thus, Blood Fist Golden Ghost threw a fist with all his might.

Hyeok Ilso, whose posture had been slightly off, launched himself into the air without hesitation.

While airborne, Hyeok Ilso turned his head to survey the battlefield.

Soon after, as if he had discovered something, a deep smile appeared on his face.

“So you’ve come to die on your own two feet.”

He wondered what kind of bullshit this was.

But what angered him more was the disregard for him.

“Where do you think you’re looking!!”

With a shout, he repeatedly threw his twin fists into the air, and bundles of blood-colored fist energy advanced towards the airborne Hyeok Ilso.

Hyeok Ilso, who had returned to his indifferent expression, clicked his tongue and brandished his sword.

“Tsk.”

After striking down all the bundles of fist energy, Hyeok Ilso, who had landed on the ground, opened his mouth in a cold tone.

“Thanks to you, I now know what the problem was.”

For Hyeok Ilso, the life-and-death battle with Blood Fist Golden Ghost was training and an experiment. Nothing more, nothing less.

It had only been twenty days since he had annihilated the Hoyeon Clan and obtained the Heavenly Wind Sword Art.

There was still a slight gap between the Heavenly Wind Sword Art and the Life and Death Blood Steps.

In that sense, the elder of the Black Heaven Sect was a useful practice partner in many ways.

In addition to that.

‘Indeed, once I’ve mastered these two, it should be worth trying to face the Chairman.’

It was also perfect for confirming the gap between himself and the Unwol Sect Leader.

And now that he had taken all that he needed, there was no reason to entertain this old man any longer.

‘The time spent dealing with a soon-to-be-dead old man would be more enjoyable spent mincing that bastard’s limbs one by one.’

It was a strange thing indeed.

For Hyeok Ilso, fighting, killing someone, was not a form of entertainment.

It was just a process to gain wealth and power. There was no feeling whatsoever.

But for some reason, that bastard alone, the Ghost Sword Young Master, he wanted to tear him apart and kill him with his own hands.

No, just killing him wasn't enough.

He wanted to see his face in despair.

He wanted to see that bastard, who had rushed at him tenaciously like a moth to a flame even when he was at death’s door, scream in despair.

For the sake of that entertainment, he first had to get rid of this useless old man quickly.

“So just die now.”

Speaking calmly, Hyeok Ilso suddenly closed in on Blood Fist Golden Ghost.

“Hmph. A mere brat, bluffing!”

Blood Fist Golden Ghost snorted and swung his blood fists in return, but he soon realized.

It wasn’t a bluff.

“Keuk…”

Pain shot up from the fist that clashed with Hyeok Ilso’s sword.

The gauntlet covering his fist screamed, and his entire arm throbbed.

As the movement technique and sword art blended into one, the power behind the sword became much stronger.

Clashing directly was dangerous.

Blood Fist Golden Ghost retreated greatly and threw a concise punch, avoiding the man’s sword.

As fist energy embroidered the air, Hyeok Ilso evaded it with a concise movement technique.

Furthermore, he swung his sword simultaneously with the evasion.

Until now, there had been a slight gap between the evasion and the sword swing, but now that gap had vanished.

Clang!!

Eventually, Blood Fist Golden Ghost, cornered again, had no choice but to block Hyeok Ilso’s sword with his fist.

As they exchanged blows, wounds accumulated on his body.

Shallow cuts appeared from sword strikes he couldn’t completely dodge, the gauntlet became tattered, and his fists were gradually stained with blood.

He was becoming a sight befitting his alias, Blood Fist.

At that moment, the shouts of the surrounding Silver Wolf Unit members pierced his ears.

“Hold out until the Unit Leader kills that old monster!!”

“Yes, Vice-Leader!!”

A cry that treated him as if he were on a timer.

Anger flared, but he had no room to shout.

He was too busy blocking or dodging Hyeok Ilso’s chain of attacks.

Once again, Hyeok Ilso’s sword flew at him.

Just as he was hastily rolling on the ground to get up, Hyeok Ilso’s sword, which had been flying towards him, changed direction.

A young brat who had suddenly appeared from the side was swinging his sword at Hyeok Ilso.

Clang!!!

Right after the metallic sound of clashing swords rang out.

A deep smile appeared on the lips of Hyeok Ilso, who had been pressing him with an annoyed expression.

“You’re still as impatient as ever, Ghost Sword Young Master. To think you’d want to die before this old man.”

Soon after, the Ghost Sword Young Master replied with a similar expression.

“The one who’ll die first today is you, Hyeok Ilso.”

Hyeok Ilso and the Ghost Sword Young Master continuously swung their swords, exchanging blows.

Clang!

Blood Fist Golden Ghost’s fists trembled.

He had rolled on the ground using even the Lazy Donkey Rolls on the Ground technique.

But as if he wasn't even in their sight, the two brats started fighting amongst themselves while he was sprawled on the ground.

At least since becoming an elder of the Black Heaven Sect, he had never been ignored like this.

‘How dare these bastards!!’

He was furious but didn’t show it.

While those brats were entangled, he would wait for an opportunity and kill Hyeok Ilso. And then, he would take care of that brat called Ghost Sword Young Master.

It is not the strong that survive, but the survivors that are strong.

That was the way of the Underworld that Blood Fist Golden Ghost had lived by.

As he stealthily got up and looked for an opening like a hyena.

Clang!

The Ghost Sword Young Master, after blocking Hyeok Ilso’s Heavenly Wind Sword Art, was flung towards Blood Fist Golden Ghost.

Aiming for this, Blood Fist Golden Ghost threw a punch at the Ghost Sword Young Master.

But what was this?

As if he had eyes on the back of his head, the Ghost Sword Young Master sharply rotated his body.

Right after the punch aimed at the Ghost Sword Young Master missed, Hyeok Ilso closed in and swung his sword.

“Get out of the way.”

With no way to dodge, Blood Fist Golden Ghost had to hastily swing his fist to block that sword strike.

Clang!

“Keuk…”

While Blood Fist Golden Ghost was holding on, the Ghost Sword Young Master, who had moved behind him, aimed for an opening and struck at Hyeok Ilso with his sword.

Blood Fist Golden Ghost, who had been caught between the Ghost Sword Young Master and Hyeok Ilso, had to move his limbs like a madman.

Hyeok Ilso, who was continuously swinging his sword, said with a bitter smile.

“Didn’t you say you’d kill me first? At this rate, this old man will die first.”

The Ghost Sword Young Master snorted.

“Trash requires a method befitting of trash. Trash.”

“Madman.”

Hyeok Ilso swung his sword, smiling as if he were enjoying himself.

Right after barely parrying that strike, the Ghost Sword Young Master spoke to Blood Fist Golden Ghost.

“What are you doing, trashy old man? Put some effort into it.”

Blood Fist Golden Ghost felt like his eyes would pop out from anger, but he exercised extreme patience.

“Alright. As you say, let’s kill that Silver Wolf Unit Leader bastard first.”

In his view, the Silver Wolf Unit Leader was a more dangerous enemy than the Ghost Sword Young Master.

Jin Yuseong, who had unexpectedly formed an alliance with the trashy old man, found himself smiling slyly.

It wasn't because of the joy of launching a pincer attack on Hyeok Ilso.

“Haaat!”

The sight of the trashy old man striking the air and unleashing his fist energy was all too familiar.

He was similar to those comrades he had fought with during the scramble for the Hundred Yang Ten-Knot Grass.

Outwardly, they called it an alliance, but it was obvious he was just waiting for a chance to target him at any moment.

Hyeok Ilso, who easily dodged the trashy old man's fist energy, closed in on the old man.

Jin Yuseong also used the trashy old man as a shield and struck at Hyeok Ilso with his sword.

Clang!

After a few exchanges of clashing metal.

For some reason, Hyeok Ilso blatantly aimed for Blood Fist Golden Ghost first.

Even with Jin Yuseong providing support from a step behind, Blood Fist Golden Ghost’s hands and feet became increasingly disoriented.

Jin Yuseong shook his head.

Blood Fist Golden Ghost couldn't swing his fists properly because he was conscious of Jin Yuseong behind him.

Because he was always thinking of betraying Jin Yuseong, he was afraid that Jin Yuseong would stab him in the back at any moment.

Jin Yuseong could see the situation clearly.

Because trajectories that were about to form in the air would disappear, and the flow of inner energy would twist, which he could see with his eyes.

“Have you got dementia, old man?”

Just after Jin Yuseong muttered in a pathetic tone.

“You son of a…”

Blood Fist Golden Ghost, who couldn't stand it any longer, was about to say something when Hyeok Ilso’s sword pierced his heart.

Squish.

“…bitch.”

With a futile death rattle, Blood Fist Golden Ghost’s old body collapsed.

As if he had no interest in the already dead man, Hyeok Ilso looked at Jin Yuseong.

“Now the obstacle is gone.”

“The old man was less helpful than I thought.”

“Your words about killing me first have also come to naught.”

“Still, with a piece of trash dead, the world has become a little cleaner.”

“No matter what you do, everything will come to naught.”

“Of course. Trash should be cleaned up as soon as it’s seen.”

For a moment, they exchanged a Q&A that didn’t connect at all.

The two simultaneously looked at each other and smiled.

“So, go ahead and struggle until you die.”

“So now it’s your turn. The biggest piece of trash.”

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