Chapter 28 – Ill Fate and Fated Ties (3)

Chapter 28 – Ill Fate and Fated Ties (3)

Sword name . It refers to the sound of a sword crying. It was a supreme phenomenon that can only be manifested by those who have reached the state. This has a distinct sound depending on who owns the sword.

Like the melody of Seven String Zither, a cry that contains clarity amidst sadness. This was So-mu’s sword name.

The blade of the sword revealed through the shadow of the tree branches shined brightly in the sunlight. The blade emitted a beam of light, drawing a beautiful curve like the movements of a dancer.

Kyaang-!

A shadow stretches with the sound of a magnificent bell. It was the assassin's gesture of fighting and retreating.

So-mu's eyes, revealed through disheveled hair, shone. There was no sign of anything around. Who would dare to deceive the eyes of the Sword Saint?

However, the person who was even more surprised was Salsu himself, who had carried out the sneak attack. It was a blow that no one in the volcanic faction could block. It was completely blocked by an unidentified man.

A breathtaking silence fell around So-mu. So-so buried her face in her father's chest, feeling anxious for some reason.

‘Where did these killers come from?’

Special spray. It was a skill that was unparalleled in the entire martial arts world. Moreover, the method was so cunning that even he could not let down his guard.

So-mu silently held the sword in his right hand forward and focused his attention. Then, all the subtle signs moving around began to be transmitted to my senses one by one.

At some point, his ears perked up. The presence that felt unbelievable was his own shadow. So-mu reflexively leaped and swung his sword downward. The red energy that was spewing towards the ground hit something and caused a strong explosion.

Kwaaang-!

“Ugh.”

A subtle moan. And a shadow quickly seeps under a nearby tree. So-mu was impressed by Salsu’s movements.

So-mu's gaze landed on the ground and searched for the other person, but no trace remained. At that time, pale smoke began to rise around him.

‘It’s a smoke screen.’

A cloud of fog spread out that made it impossible to see an inch ahead in a radius of five fields. Even superhuman vision, which was not restricted even in the dark, was of no use against the fog. It was impossible to even guess what this fog was made of.

Vision was meaningless anymore. So-mu’s eyes quietly closed. Relying on his senses for everything, he waited for the shooter's movement.

I can feel the movement of flocks of birds flying in the sky above a hundred photos. And when the chirping of birds made Mount Hua roar. The sharp tip of the sword pierced through the fog and flew towards So-mu’s uvula.

Wow!

A flicker of blue light at the tip of the sword. It looked like an unrefined and unstable sword steel. However, it was far below the level of So-mu's sword training.

Kyaang-!

The stumbling of the assassin felt at the moment of collision. So-mu did not miss the opportunity and launched a counterattack towards his opponent. The tip of his sword, which shot out in a straight line, accurately pierced the opponent's side.

Phew!

There was no feeling in my hands. Only the hem of the clothes was pierced by a single piece of paper.

At that time, the opponent's new form disappeared before my eyes as if evaporating.

‘Lee Hyeong-hwan-wi ?’

Heyunghwanwi was a method of breaking the body and changing its position at will. Before I knew it, the spray was falling from So-mu’s head. An expression of remorse appeared on the face of the assassin hidden behind the mask.

However, this was not a tactic that only Lee Hyeong-hwanwi could use.

Flash!

With a dazzling flash, So-mu's new form had already moved to the place where Samjang had fallen. It was Seomjeonbi Yeongbo , known as the Sword Master’s Shinseonbeop.

So-mu began to get annoyed by Salsu's continued shallow tactics. It was dangerous to take any more time. If more masters similar to the special assassin in front of us appeared, the group could be in danger.

“The joke ends here.”

He carefully placed So-so at his feet.

“Sit still and don’t move.”

So-mu put the sword in the scabbard at his waist and lowered his stance with his feet spread. The sight of him holding the sword sheath was a display of perfect swordsmanship. It was an attempt to win the battle with one blow.

Salsu, who was hiding somewhere and watching, also tensed and prepared to strike. A breathtaking silence flowed, freezing the surroundings.

At that moment, a scream came from somewhere nearby. It was a location with Cheong-hae and Il-gwang.

“Kwaaaak!”

It was then. Samjang Street, the side of So-mu. A wisp of hazy smoke began to pass by him like lightning.

At the same time, the blade appeared from the sheath that So-mu was clutching.

The best way to get out of a soul was to get rid of one’s soul.

A flash of light faster than light flashed dazzlingly. And after one more breath, the sound of something being cut came out.

Sigh-!

It was heard late because the sound could not keep up with the speed of the swordsmanship. It was the moment when the talhongeombeop, the season of swordsmanship, reappeared in the world.

The hazy smoke that passed over the small radish turned into blood smoke. Soon after, the blood disappeared, revealing the masked person kneeling. The sword he was clutching was broken, and blood was pouring down his cracked waist.

So-mu walked up to him, holding So-so in his arms.

“It’s not the assassin of the murderer. Where did he come from?”

Of course there was no answer.

“Is it spiritualism?”

So-mu saw Salsu’s shoulders shake.

“I guess that’s right.”

Any further questioning was meaningless. Because he cut his own throat with a broken sword.

dump-!

So-mu saw something sticking out of Salsu’s fallen arms. It was at a military-grade level. Since he had already completed his own German-language essay, he had no desire for martial arts, but he couldn't help but be curious.

Four letters were engraved on the cover of the scale.

Free check-up.

It was a rising formation of a volcanic wave with at least a few dozen or as many as hundreds of people spreading simultaneously. I also knew So-mu’s name.

‘I just needed a useful strategy for the crew, and it worked out well. I now have a suitable excuse.’

With the free medical checkup in his pocket, he found the locations of Cheong-hae and Il-gwang.

There were only about a dozen pieces away. That place too had just finished finishing. Hyeonjeong was breathing heavily, but Cheong-hae and Il-gwang were not the least bit disturbed.

As he approached them, So-so shouted with a bright expression on his face.

“Uncle Il-gwang, what are you doing?”

So-so wasn't really surprised when he saw the corpse. This may be because the cruel experience that had been erased from memory was unconsciously present.

“Just stay still.”

Il-gwang was crouching down, absorbed in something. They were searching through the arms of the masked people.

Hyeonjeong, watching this, had mixed feelings. I can't believe he's calmly robbing the Volcanic Sect's military strength in front of me.

Soon after, Il-gwang succeeded in unearthing a book. The key he took out had three letters engraved on it.

Mountain Crushing Fist.

The mainstay of the Mount Hua Sect was mostly swordsmanship, but there was only one martial arts method that was recognized by the powerful. This Mountain Crushing power, created by the three great scholars, was famous for its subversive power, as its name suggested, capable of collapsing mountains with a single blow.

Il-gwang calmly took the burden of Mountain Crushing into his arms. As someone who was unfamiliar with the situation in the martial arts world, he could not tell whether this was the martial arts of the Mount Hua Sect or the Masked People.

Cheong-hae was expressionless, but Hyeonjeong had an expression of bewilderment. However, it was an ambiguous situation to ask for the money back. I didn't have the confidence to take it from Il-gwang, and it was pointless in a situation where Mount Hua was wiped out.

“Why are you looking at me?”

In response to Il-gwang’s bold question, Hyun-jeong made a shocked expression and pursed her lips.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

At that time, Cheong-hae asked with an expression full of worry.

“What happened to Hyeonjeong’s execution?”

“As you can see, everyone including the plum swords and others died in their ambush. I also ran through Mount Hua like a dog for two days and barely managed to escape.”

“Perhaps our master too….”

“It’s a pity, but the elders said they would buy us time to escape… Anyway, we have to move quickly. There are hundreds more of these guys.”

The situation was more serious than expected. Although Cheong-hae was immersed in sadness, Sumu could no longer give in. The special assassin you just faced may appear again. If there were more than one person, it was obvious that the worst will happen.

“Cheong-hae. You didn’t forget the promise you made with me, right?”

It was a pact to withdraw if the situation was not favorable. It was a shame that he couldn't bury his master's body, but there was no way for him to do it right now.

“Yes… I will take the lead.”

“No. I’ll take the lead this time. Take care of Sosona.”

So-so spread his arms and urged Cheong-hae to hug him.

“Come on, let’s go with uncle.”

When preparations were completed, So-mu took the lead and spoke softly.

“Let’s go.”

So-mu raised his senses to the maximum. The purpose was to guide the party to a safe route. Since I already knew the direction, getting out of this place wasn't that difficult.

Some time had passed since the party launched a light movement technique. At that time, So-so's voice came from behind his ears.

“Uncle Cheong-hae, are you crying?”

“No… a little…”

"why?"

“Because I miss my loved one….”

“Beloved? Who is it?”

"father……."

So-so, who buried his face in Cheong-hae's shoulder, suddenly whimpered. It seemed like he had heard his uncles' conversation.

“Huh… Is Uncle Cheong-hae’s father dead?”

“I miss you… so much…”

Their conversation could no longer be heard. All I could hear was Cheong-hae's breathing, sobbing silently. And So-so continued to whimper in his arms.

So-mu, who was listening silently in front, also had a heavy heart. To Cheong-hae, Master was more than he had imagined. Even the body cannot be recovered and was left abandoned. I couldn't help but understand Cheong-hae's feelings.

The group could not say anything until they left Mount Hua. Only after running for a long time were they able to reached their target base.

Taewonsa Temple. This abandoned temple was a place where monks studied Buddhist scriptures and was well maintained.

At that time, a growling sound was heard from Il-gwang's stomach.

“I’m going to starve before I get to Hanjung. Why don’t I eat something here and go?”

Come to think of it, I hadn't eaten anything today. So-mu looked around silently. I saw Cheong-hae sitting in the corner of the temple, lost in thought. And So-so was squatting next to him and comforting him.

“I’m going to look for wild boars, so I’m going to light a fire.”

After finishing speaking, So-mu left Taewonsa Temple and disappeared from the sight of the group. And at some point, So-mu’s movements became as fast as lightning. Unbelievably, he was now racing in a straight line towards Mount Hua's Lotus Peak.

A movement that the swordsman exudes at his peak. It was a flash of electricity. The wind was screaming and creating a strong gust due to So-mu's shinshinjutsu.

‘Did you say that Elder Muhyeon was Cheong-hae’s master?’

He was already a familiar figure as he had been with him in the past political and demonic wars. Although Mu Gong was not strong, he was remembered as someone with a kind and upright character.

After half an hour has passed. A gust of wind struck the quiet volcanic waves of Yeonhwabong Peak. I had visited this place a long time ago, so there was no need to hesitate.

In every place I passed, I saw countless bodies of Taoist monks. His superhuman vision quickly began to search for his target.

And at that time, I felt the suffocating creatures around me tightening around me one by one. There was no need to fight. So-mu ignored the assassins and continued what he was doing.

Finding the elders' attire was not difficult. The front yard of the pavilion where the signboard “Taehwagak” was engraved. The bodies of the elders were piled to one side, as if they had been killed in droves there. So-mu's new form passed between them and quickly snatched one up.

At that moment, about a dozen assassins began to rush in from all directions. However, no one could keep up with So-mu's movements. His new model, which stretched out like a ghost, broke through the siege at once. After a moment, his figure was completely out of sight. The assassins were confused and looking at each other to see if they had seen something in vain.

After one meal has passed. So-mu, clutching a wild boar, appeared at Taewonsa Temple.

And an old man draped over his shoulder. Cheong-hae, who discovered this, jumped up from his seat. Looking at Cheong-hae, who was overwhelmed, So-mu made a sly expression.

“I found this by chance while I was wandering around catching a wild boar. I guess there were quite a few Taoist monks who ran away and ended up near here and died? Do you know anyone?”

Cheong-hae couldn't hold back and burst into tore.