Chapter 324

The trajectory of the flying blades was strange.

Of the six flying blades total, one flew toward Jin Ja-gang, but the rest all went toward Bulgi and Beom-mong.

Jin Ja-gang’s poison needles also had two aimed at Black Death God, but the rest targeted Bulgi and Beom-mong.

Just as Bulgi and Beom-mong had been thinking, Jin Ja-gang and Black Death God had the same thought. They already knew that whether Jin Ja-gang or Black Death God survived, Bulgi and Beom-mong wouldn’t leave them alone.

So before the outcome was decided, they needed to inflict maximum damage on either side.

Bulgi sensed the hidden weapons and tried to separate from Beom-mong.

But Beom-mong didn’t let Bulgi go. Since Beom-mong could wrap his body in Iron Silk technique and not be greatly affected by hidden weapons, he ignored them.

He chased after the retreating Bulgi. Usually the side retreating backward becomes weaker. Bulgi was instantly pushed into a defensive position. He ended up receiving attacks from two types of hidden weapons and Beom-mong simultaneously.

Bulgi kicked Beom-mong. He kicked over the clothes, making a “dong!” sound like striking an iron bell. But he used that recoil to pull his body backward.

Then he drew his sword in midair. A treasure sword flowing with brilliant white light revealed itself.

He swept the sword in the air to create a barrier. Jin Ja-gang’s poison needles struck the sword barrier and bounced away. Then Black Death God’s flying blades came flying.

Clang clang!

Black Death God’s flying blades bounced away creating sparks. Then Bulgi’s eyes caught sight of Beom-mong.

The sight of him rolling up his right sleeve and pulling back forcefully.

It was Hundred Step Divine Fist.

Bulgi opened his thin bloodshot eyes and shouted.

“Hahaha! Indeed Great Master Beom-mong! Excellent. That’s possible. Because you’re from the Breaking Sect, that’s possible. Let’s finish this here!”

But Bulgi stopped speaking mid-sentence, became horrified, and hastily jerked his head backward.

Ping!

One poison needle passed under his nose at an unbelievably slow speed. Cold sweat flowed. If he had been careless thinking he’d blocked everything, he would have been hit.

But his posture became twisted, making it difficult to avoid Beom-mong’s Hundred Step Divine Fist.

Beom-mong gathered all his strength.

Tat tat tak.

All of Jin Ja-gang’s poison needles that struck Beom-mong’s Iron Silk bounced off. And just as Beom-mong was about to swing his fist.

Two of Black Death God’s flying blades embedded in Beom-mong’s robes.

Thud thud.

“Hmm?”

In robes wrapped with Iron Silk?

The blade penetrated about half a finger’s width. Though not deep enough to reach the flesh, it was enough to surprise Beom-mong.

Beom-mong pulled out the flying blades. They were flying blades made of ordinary iron, but only the front tips had special edges attached. Though they couldn’t completely penetrate Beom-mong’s protective energy, they could at least scratch the skin.

Funeral Parlor was a poison sect faction.

Even just touching the skin slightly and falling away would cause poisoning. These were weapons made for that purpose from the start.

“Namo Amitabha, these weren’t ordinary flying blades?”

Thanks to Beom-mong’s hesitation, he missed the timing to use Hundred Step Divine Fist, allowing Bulgi to adjust his posture and avoid it.

Beom-mong looked at Black Death God with displeasure.

Meanwhile, Bulgi rushed toward Beom-mong with his sword raised. Sharp sword energy flew faster than Bulgi’s charging speed, aiming for Beom-mong’s eyes.

Beom-mong tapped his own head with his left hand, bent his waist backward, then brought his head forward to meet the sword energy.

Clang!

With a metallic sound, the sword energy slid off his head. Three thin red sword marks like threads remained on his head.

The deflected sword energy disappeared after drilling holes in the wall behind Beom-mong.

It was astounding.

“Hahaha! Hahaha!”

But Bulgi continued thrusting his sword while laughing with bloodshot eyes.

Beom-mong raised his strength and wrapped Bulgi’s sword with his sleeve.

Swish!

Bulgi changed his grip and shook the sword.

Claaaang!

Tremendous sparks flew as the sword broke through the sleeve imbued with Iron Silk and emerged.

Though sword energy could be blocked by protective energy, a treasure sword was a different matter.

“Zhongnan’s treasure, Taiyi Earth Sword!”

“You realized too late!”

Bulgi cleverly manipulated the sword tip to target Beom-mong’s throat, philtrum, and both eyes.

“Hmph!”

Beom-mong snorted and retreated using movement techniques while kicking a table. Bulgi sliced through the table like cutting tofu without any effort.

Unfortunately, there were two weapons here that could penetrate protective energy. Beom-mong, who needed to buy time to use Hundred Step Divine Fist, was at a disadvantage. Beom-mong kicked the cut table again, sending it flying toward Jin Ja-gang.

Jin Ja-gang and Black Death God were also engaged in fierce combat.

Black Death God struck Jin Ja-gang’s ribs with the back of his fist, and Jin Ja-gang grabbed and blocked Black Death God’s forearm. Black Death God’s wrist turned and the flying blade spun.

Black Death God gripped the flying blade and pulled it backward. Jin Ja-gang immediately released his hand. The flying blade’s tip passed just under Jin Ja-gang’s forearm, almost touching but not quite.

Jin Ja-gang raised his fingertips like a blade and slashed Black Death God’s cheek with his fingertips.

Black Death God tried to avoid it by tilting his neck back slightly, then suddenly surprised, bent his waist much more.

A poison needle protruded from Jin Ja-gang’s fingertip. If he had avoided it with just minimal distance, he would have definitely been scratched.

Jin Ja-gang struck down with the lower part of his fist at Black Death God’s chest, which was fully exposed due to his bent waist. Black Death God kicked up his foot to strike Jin Ja-gang’s groin.

Jin Ja-gang didn’t avoid it. Black Death God intended to kick Jin Ja-gang’s testicles to the end, but seeing Jin Ja-gang’s eyes, he realized he had no intention of retreating. Black Death God gritted his teeth, reduced his strength, and lay flat on the floor with his back down.

As it turned out, Black Death God’s judgment was correct. A poison needle protruded from under Jin Ja-gang’s fist. If he hadn’t avoided it, the poison needle would have embedded in his chest like a knife.

Black Death God lay on the floor and instead of kicking Jin Ja-gang’s testicles, he tripped him. Jin Ja-gang and Black Death God’s legs became entangled. During this, a table came flying toward Jin Ja-gang’s back.

Jin Ja-gang turned his body and spread his left palm to block the table.

Crack!

The table shattered into pieces and scattered. Black Death God stabbed a flying blade into Jin Ja-gang’s left kneecap. Jin Ja-gang barely pulled his foot away, but the flying blade briefly embedded and fell out.

Jin Ja-gang limped backward while scattering poison needles toward Black Death God. Black Death God flipped his body and sprang up elastically.

The poison needles embedded in the floor.

Black Death God retreated and examined Jin Ja-gang’s wound, then smiled slightly.

Instantly, dark red pus bubbled and swelled from Jin Ja-gang’s knee wound.

“It’s corpse poison.”

Funeral Parlor was a funeral home.

They embalmed corpses and put them in coffins for burial, obtaining corpse poison in the process.

Moreover, corpse poison was famous for being particularly virulent among decay poisons.

“Corpse poison makes blood rot. If new blood keeps coming out and pus flows outside, you live. But if it swells up so pus doesn’t leak out and enters the bloodstream to flow through the body, all the blood in your body rots and you die.”

Jin Ja-gang’s knee was already swollen so that bloody pus was no longer flowing. This meant the corpse poison had already penetrated inside. Jin Ja-gang frowned but showed no great emotional disturbance.

“Agonizing Ointment Blood’s Unceasing Demon Poison. And corpse poison. Now I think I understand how poison sects operate.”

At Jin Ja-gang’s rather calm tone, Black Death God let out a slight sneer.

“There’s no antidote for corpse poison. Once blood starts rotting, you have to tie off the leg so blood doesn’t circulate and cut it off.”

“Let’s see if that’s really true. It’s quite virulent, but this isn’t exactly the first time.”

“What?”

Mang-ryo’s corpse poison. The extreme itching and pain when corpse poison traveled through blood vessels throughout the entire body had been truly vicious.

Jin Ja-gang picked up a plate rolling on the floor and threw it.

Whoosh!

Black Death God just tilted his head to avoid the plate.

But suddenly something came flying from the side instead of the front.

Crash!

A wine bottle exploded near Black Death God’s temple area. Hot steam rose as wine flowed down. With internal energy contained, his temple area was torn. Black Death God staggered. Blood was flowing from his temple down his neck.

Black Death God’s eyes filled with killing intent.

Beom-mong had thrown the wine bottle at Black Death God, but Jin Ja-gang had thrown the plate to conceal that movement.

Black Death God immediately took out another flying blade from his sash. He gripped the very tip of the flying blade, concentrated internal energy, and threw it at Beom-mong.

Form-Shedding Dagger!

The form of the flying blade disappeared as it flew, instantly concealing its body.

Even the “whoosh” sound disappeared.

But killing intent remained. At the piercing killing intent, Bulgi and Beom-mong briefly stopped their combat. But as soon as Bulgi realized the killing intent wasn’t directed at him, he ignored it and pressed Beom-mong.

Once caught, he really wouldn’t let go and kept biting like a mad dog.

Beom-mong maximized his eyesight.

Shadow. He could see a shadow. Though the main body of the flying blade wasn’t visible, shadows remained faintly on the floor and side pillars, showing its trajectory.

Beom-mong immediately turned his body with movement techniques to face away from the flying blade. Then he spread his robes wide and bent his body as if to use Hundred Step Divine Fist.

Knowing that sword energy couldn’t easily penetrate Beom-mong’s Iron Silk, Bulgi approached and thrust the Taiyi Earth Sword straight out.

Instantly, Black Death God’s Soul Seizing Blade pierced through and emerged between Beom-mong’s arm and the robe hem at his side.

Bulgi was greatly alarmed and twisted his waist. He bent his arm and struck away the blade with the lower part of the sword handle. Even so, the deflected blade headed toward Beom-mong’s face.

Beom-mong bit the side of the blade with his teeth and forcefully turned his neck to slash Bulgi’s arm with the blade tip. Bulgi supported Beom-mong’s chin with his hand not holding the sword to prevent the blade from coming close. Then Beom-mong thrust his body forward and struck Bulgi’s chin with his forehead.

The metal-like forehead trained with Iron Head technique exploded against Bulgi’s chin.

Bang!

Bulgi barely managed to turn his face to avoid a direct hit, but was struck on his right lower jaw. The molars he was clenching broke. His right jaw was pushed upward, creating a shock that seemed to twist his face. The sensation on his right side disappeared for a moment and his right eye’s vision also vanished.

Beom-mong spat out the flying blade with a “ptui.”

Bulgi tried to quickly secure vision with his left eye, but Beom-mong moved to Bulgi’s right side as if he’d been waiting, penetrating his blind spot. He tripped Bulgi’s legs, grabbed his shoulder, pulled and pushed to disrupt Bulgi’s balance. When Bulgi endured with Thousand Pound Drop to maintain his center, he made a fist and struck Bulgi’s chest with the base of his thumb, the hardest part of his palm.

Bang!

As Bulgi was being pushed back, he stumbled on Beom-mong’s back leg. Beom-mong tilted his head back then forcefully rammed Bulgi’s shoulder.

Bang! Bang!

Though he blocked Beom-mong’s Iron Head technique once with protective energy, the second time his protective energy couldn’t endure and shattered. Bulgi completely laid his body backward using Iron Plate Bridge technique while supporting himself with his right hand on the floor. At the same time, he raised both feet to push-kick Beom-mong’s stomach.

Thud!

The direct impact didn’t work at all against Iron Silk. At the force of Bulgi’s push, Beom-mong floated in the air and was sent flying backward. But that was already what Beom-mong had intended.

Beom-mong had already been pulling his right hand forcefully back from before being sent flying.

Bulgi’s face, with his right eye tearing up and twitching, contorted.

Beom-mong extended his back leg and swung his right arm widely in midair with nothing to step on.

It was Hundred Step Divine Fist. Bulgi crouched as much as possible, emitted protective energy, and raised his sword to present the sword surface.

The fist wind of Hundred Step Divine Fist poured down on Bulgi.

Crash crash bang! Crack crack crack!

The place where Bulgi had been completely broke and the floor caved in.

Rumble rumble boom.

As the floor collapsed, all sorts of things poured down to the first floor. Bulgi was the same.

Having dropped Bulgi, Beom-mong kicked off the back wall and rushed toward Jin Ja-gang and Black Death God. Jin Ja-gang and Black Death God immediately separated left and right. Beom-mong emitted palm force left and right with both hands.

Jin Ja-gang flew away, smashing the window frame and falling onto the deck, while Black Death God smashed through the wooden wall and was embedded.

Beom-mong, who had dealt with all three in one moment, chuckled.

“Namo Amitabha, now it’s getting a bit interesting!”

Golden yellow vital energy gathered around Beom-mong’s eye sockets, glowing subtly.