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Chung Myung, who usually would have swung his sword more fervently than anyone else at the forefront, was now standing firm.

Instead, his eyes quickly scanned the area ahead. As if he would not miss a single sight.

There was no hesitation or faltering at the edges of everyone’s swords. These are the movements of sword warriors who clearly know what they must do.

Cast iron becomes stronger when struck with a hammer, and sword warriors become stronger as they shed blood. The blood and sweat shed by Mount Hua’s disciples over time were more than enough to temper them.

And now, the efforts stacked upon each other are bursting out here.

“These chicklings…”

The corners of Chung Myung’s mouth crept up.

No, the term “Chicklings” doesn’t fit anymore. Anyone who can feel the energy contained in that sword, anyone who can understand the perfect path drawn by the edge of that sword, will never be able to call them that.

Paaaaaat!

At that time, someone’s Plum Blossom Sword Technique made a red flower bloom in the middle of the fierce battlefield. Chung Myung slightly clenched his fists as he watched the place turn red with blooming plum blossoms.

It is a strangely nostalgic sight.

One’s sword is something they hone throughout their life. There’s no such thing as completion. People use the term three stars or twelve stars for convenience, but even if someone achieves twelve stars, it does not mean that there is no room for further advancement.

Therefore, he can’t say they’ve mastered it, but what’s certain is that the Plum Blossom Sword Technique displayed by Mount Hua’s disciples is now at a level that would not disgrace their ancestors.

Finally, after such a long time.

Chung Myung lightly rubbed below his nose with his hand that’s full of scars and calmed his gaze.

‘It’s no time to be sentimental.’

In any case, the priority now was to condemn those crazy bastards who dared to invade Xi’an and massacre the subsidiary sect of Mount Hua.

And at that moment, the image of Gangseo Seven Murderer running from the back toward the front clearly caught Chung Myung’s eyes.

“Those bastards?”

As soon as Chung Myung flinched and was about to take his steps, a voice filled with evil intentions could be heard from one corner.

“Grooowwll!”

“Whoa, whoa. Now, let’s calm down.”

“No, Sahyung! Those bastards…!”

“Shhh. Wait.”

“No!”

“I said wait. Didn’t you hear what Chung Myung said? He told us not to join in recklessly.”

“Hnggg.”

Seeing Jo-Gol, who seemed about to rush out at any moment, pull back, Chung Myung also relaxed his legs.

In the first place, this battle was not prepared for them.

“Hngg.”

Chung Myung sighed like Jo-Gol. At that time, several people launched their bodies toward the flying Gangseo Seven Murderer.

And the moment Chung Myung saw one of them, his eyes widened.

“No, that son of a beast?”

Come to think of it, he hadn’t told that guy to stay back, no, even so, what the hell is with that blood-crazed monk bastard?

“That, that… a guy who would even make Buddha roll in his grave.”

Chung Myung’s face distorted upon seeing the brilliantly shining head.

A strange expression crossed the face of Yama’s Axe (???(閻王斧)), Go Song (??(庫頌)).

Standing in the middle of this battlefield and making such an expression might look careless. But given the situation he’s in, it was fully warranted.

Think about it.

Although Mount Hua is famous for its swordsmanship, it’s not like they only have sword techniques. It wouldn’t be too strange to have a martial artist who specializes in fist techniques.

And that the martial artist can send Yama’s Axe Go Song crashing to the ground with a single, sophisticated, and powerful punch? That’s not too odd either.

But…… It is a little strange that the martial artist has a blindingly shiny bald head, and it is even more strange that the bald martial artist emits that famous golden light.

And above all…

“Amitabha.”

“…….”

What the hell? What the heck is this combination?

In the face of this absurdity, Go Song tightly gripped the Yama’s Axe in his hand.

“You… Are you a Taoist or a monk?”

“Amitabha. I am obviously a monk.”

“Then why… are you wearing a Taoist robe?”

The monk who wears a Taoist robe, Hye Yeon’s face turned bright red.

“…Each person has their own circumstances, so I’d appreciate it if Siju didn’t pry.”

“…Is this a situation that should not be questioned? I’ve seen all sorts of crazy people for decades in Kangho, but I’ve never seen a monk wearing Taoist robes. Is this something a sane person would do?”

“…….”

Hye Yeon closed his eyes tightly with a flushed face. Of course, he also knows how strange this looks.

If the Bangjang of Shaolin sees this right now, he would most certainly say, ‘That lunatic has finally lost his mind. A disciple of Shaolin wearing Mount Hua clothes? What, why don’t you stick a plum blossom in your head while you’re at it? Even though the flower would slide off since you don’t have any hair!’ and gone on a rampage.

In the first place, clothing symbolizes affiliation. The fact that he, Shaolin’s disciple, is wearing Mount Hua’s clothes is so strange enough to make Evil Sect raise an eyebrow.

But what can he do?

The training that damned Siju ordered was not something that the hem of his clothes could withstand. His clothes would get ripped now and then during training.

It’s one thing to mend and wear the robes for a day or two, but it’s not something he can do for three years straight.

Still, Hye Yeon tried to adhere to his responsibilities.

However…

– Monk’s robe? Monk’s rooooooooobe? But did this bastard get beaten up so much that he went crazy? Are you telling me to get a monk’s robe and give it to you so that you can train comfortably? Have you lost your mind? Huh? Have you lost your mind? It’s already ridiculous enough that you’re sneaking into someone else’s sect while the sect enters bongmun to train, but what? Monk’s rooooobe?

There’s no way he can communicate with that devil.

At first, he tried to get some ordinary clothes other than Taoist’s robes, but… basically, if you give up, a lot of things become easier. In the end, he had no choice but to pick up and wear the black Taoist robes that were scattered around.

“She- Shell.”

“What?”

“Shells are but superficial. Isn’t what truly matters what is contained within?”

“So that’s why you, a monk, is going around wearing those Taoist robes?”

“…….”

“Really, I’ve seen all kinds of crazies……”

Just then, Hyeyeon stomped forward and swung his fist.

Kwaaaang!

Yama’s Axe Go Song’s body twisted as if it was going to break. It was lucky he managed to block the blow with his axe in time; otherwise, his head would’ve burst like a ripe watermelon.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. If such power could be generated from a short, swift blow, what would happen if a fully charged punch was thrown?

“Certainly… His appearance might seem funny, however….”

Hye Yeon spoke with a hardened expression.

“But I don’t intend to play jokes with you. You will have to pay the price for abandoning your duty as a person who has learned martial arts and for persecuting the weak.”

“This crazy monk…”

Go Song clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on his axe.

Although his appearance was ridiculous, his power was enough to chill his heart.

“Huuuk.”

What was even more annoying was the monk’s cold, indifferent eyes.

‘It must be Shaolin, right?’

He’d never faced a Shaolin monk, but surely they couldn’t all be like this. This person’s eyes look closer to a swordsman than a monk.

As soon as he saw the blade-like and cold eyes, he felt his blood go cold.

‘Dammit.’

But there was no time for distractions. Meanwhile, the battle line continues to collapse. Not just to save those who were shedding blood over there, but to save himself, he needed to deal with them fast.

If things continue like this, all the others will fall, and the brothers will have to deal with all these people.

“This puuuunk!”

Go Song charged forward, swinging down his axe with explosive force.

Befitting his nickname of Yama’s Axe, the power of his ax was unrivaled. A power that is incomparable to even those commonly classified as heavy weapons. No weapon in the world can compare to his ax in terms of the power to cut it by striking.

Hwiiiiing!

The sound of the axe cutting through the air seemed like it would tear his eardrums. The noise and force alone would make most martial artists pee and collapse on the spot.

Yet, as the axe aimed for his head, Hye Yeon’s eyes only dimmed further.

Tat.

Hye Yeon’s feet moved slightly forward.

It is not the flashy walking method he always shows, but an extremely practical walking method that minimizes body movement.

Kung!

At the same time, he stomped strongly and, with all his strength, raised his fist towards the falling ax.

‘Crazy!’

Yama’s Axe, who began his onslaught, was even more surprised.

Blocking an axe with a fist? With just his fist? A thought only a madman would entertain.

‘All right, you arrogant punk. I’ll split you up!’

Yama’s Axe poured all his energy into the axe. He was ready to break Hye Yeon in two at any moment. Soon, his ax and Hye Yeon’s fist clashed fiercely.

Kwaang!

Unfortunately, however, the situation that Yama’s Axe had expected did not happen. His ax that hit the fist made of blood and flesh bounced back as if it had hit a steel wall.

‘What?’

Yama’s Axe Go Song’s eyes widened in disbelief. And at that very moment, Hye Yeon, who didn’t miss the opportunity, dashed toward him like a bird.

“Heok!”

When he saw Hye Yeon’s feet flying for his knees, Yama’s Axe hastily twisted his body, and changed direction. But at that moment, Hye Yeon’s body rose into the air like a lightning bolt and kicked the wrist that was holding the axe.

Ppagak!

A terrible sound rang out. Even if he didn’t feel the pain, he had no choice but to know that his wrist was smashed by that single blow.

But what shocked Go Song was not Hye Yeon’s technique that broke his wrist.

It was the ridiculous body technique that suddenly twisted his foot that was stretching toward Go Song and kicked the air to lift his body up.

Stepping on thin air to change his body’s direction is something he could do. However, fighting at high speeds and naturally using the air as a stepping stone without any preparatory movements was something he had never seen or heard of before.

‘How….’

But it’s too early to be surprised. Hye Yeon, who had broken his wrists, twisted his body in mid-air and charged right in front of Go Song.

At the same time, one fist flew toward his face.

With his thumb up and his fist stretched out vertically, the fist unique to Shaolin flew in fiercely as if it was going to crush Go Song’s face.

“Keuk!”

Go Song clenched his teeth and twisted his back. Hye Yeon’s fist grazed right past the tip of his nose.

‘Dodge, I dodged it…’!’

“Kkok!”

But that joy didn’t last even for a moment. The instant his fist grazed Go Song’s face, Hye Yeon’s elbow bent and rammed into his chest.

The impact crushed his chest bones, causing blood to spurt from Go Song’s mouth.

“Eu…. Euaaaa!”

Go Song swung the axe erratically. But instead of stepping down, Hye Yeon dug into his arms. No matter how sharp the ax was, he couldn’t cut someone who was clinging to him like that.

“Siju.”

At that moment, Hye Yeon’s hand gently touched Go Song’s abdomen.

“Every evil deed comes at a cost.”

“N- No …!”

Tuuuuuung!

Inch Strength (??(寸經)) released from Hye Yeon’s fingertips in contact with the Dantian shattered Go Song’s insides.

“Cough!”

Blood spurted like a waterfall from Go Song’s mouth. As his vision rapidly blurred, Go Song tried his best to look at Hye Yeon’s face.

“It… It’s too….”

Plop.

It wasn’t clear what he was trying to say, but what he felt at the end was for certain.

“Amitabha.”

Hye Yeon chanted briefly.

“Please live as a good person in the next life.”

After catching a glimpse of the fallen Go Song, he turned his head and went in search of his next opponent.

Yama’s Axe Go Song.

The second brother of Gangseo Seven Murderer, who had caused countless infamous deeds, had met a meaningless end.