YM778.TV Chapter 237
Chapter 237: The Invincible Sword (4)
“The Strongest Spear of North Gyeongsang…?”
“Is there such a thing as the Strongest Spear?”
“No way. Titles are fixed.”
The Strongest Sword of the Southern Union murmured among themselves.
Not only was this the first time they had heard of the title ‘Strongest Spear,’ but also the fact that the person before them didn’t have anything indicating his title above his head was odd.
Of course, they couldn’t question the person who had come to save them.
And this was also the position of Ulsan’s Strongest Sword, Kim Chaena, who prided herself as a master of the spear.
“So… you’re saying you’re from North Gyeongsang?”
She asked cautiously.
The self-proclaimed Strongest Spear of North Gyeongsang, Kang Yechan, grinned widely and replied.
“Yes, I’m a direct disciple of the Strongest Sword of Gumi, Jeong Yeongwoo.”
“Oh… I see.”
Chaena forced an awkward smile.
She had responded out of politeness since he proudly mentioned his master, but she had never heard of the name before.
‘And Gumi… isn’t that a rather small city?’
A seemingly unremarkable spearman who followed someone called the Strongest Sword of Gumi.
“……”
Chaena looked at the tall high school student skeptically.
He seemed to have enhanced his physique with karma, but the lack of any title continued to bother her.
‘From what I saw earlier, he doesn’t seem to lack skill.’
He had killed a Japanese swordsman with a single strike, indicating he wasn’t ordinary.
Even if that strike had been purely ‘luck.’
However, there were still nearly thirty Japanese swordsmen present, and particularly…
『Yamaguchi Sword Emperor』
Among them was the Yamaguchi Sword Emperor, who had already cut down two of the Union’s Strongest Sword.
‘It’s really great that he came to risk his life for us… but can he actually win this fight?’
No matter how high his abilities were, a nameless person with no title couldn’t possibly defeat someone as skilled as the Sword Emperor.
Nameless warriors couldn’t receive the combat guides from regional swordsmanship.
As dozens of swordsmen surrounding them exuded killing intent and readied their weapons, Chaena asked with a desperate tone.
“Are more people coming?”
“No. It’s just me. There aren’t many people left in North Gyeongsang.”
“……”
Chaena’s expression twisted in dismay.
“What about your master, the Strongest Sword of Gumi?”
“If he’s not here, I don’t know. He might still be in Seoul, or…”
Dead.
Chaena recalled what this spearman had said when he first appeared.
He mentioned that the person he was looking for was either the Strongest Sword of Seoul by now or had died.
‘Then he must be dead. I haven’t heard of a Strongest Sword of Seoul or even a Strongest Sword of Gumi.’
Despair clouded her vision.
Meanwhile, the Yamaguchi Sword Emperor pointed his sword at Yechan with a sneering smile.
“You people are truly pathetic. The Strongest Sword of Busan hiding behind a child.”
He was referring to Kang Gyowon, the most prominent figure among them, the Strongest Sword of Busan.
“You bastard.”
Gyowon growled and charged forward, but he was stopped before he could get far.
Yechan grabbed his shoulder.
“Stay put, old man.”
“Ugh!”
The immense strength he felt on his shoulder was shocking.
Gyowon, who like Chaena didn’t expect much from the self-proclaimed Strongest Spear, was taken aback.
‘What the… why is this high schooler so strong?’
He didn’t stop because Yechan restrained him; he was forcibly held back by the overwhelming strength.
Watching this, the Yamaguchi Sword Emperor rushed forward, swinging his sword.
“Fools. I’ll take on both of you!”
Tatat!
True to his reputation as someone who had cut down the Strongest Sword of Ulsan and Dong-gu in a single strike, his movements were formidable.
And most importantly…
『Territorial Sovereignty: Republic of Korea』
| Assets of the Republic of Korea have been stolen! The intruder’s location is now revealed. Pursue and punish them.
The red sword-shaped mark of territorial sovereignty above his head was infuriating.
Especially for 19-year-old Kang Yechan, who harbored the strongest anti-Japanese sentiment.
“I, Kang Yechan, the Strongest Spear of North Gyeongsang, will judge your sins today!”
Swoosh!
As Yechan raised his spear and took a combat stance, the Yamaguchi Sword Emperor momentarily laughed.
But only for a moment.
Whooosh!
Black energy surged from Yechan’s entire body, his hair flaring up like flames, leaving no one in the crowd able to laugh.
“What… what is that?”
“Is he transforming?”
The Southern Union was terrified by the sight of their ‘ally’ turning into a black demon, while the Japanese swordsmen reacted differently.
“A yokai…?”
“A… a yokai!”
They called Yechan a yokai and began to back away.
But amidst this, the leader of the invading force, the Yamaguchi Sword Emperor, showed a different reaction.
“Don’t be fooled by appearances! He’s still human!”
True to his role as the vanguard, he plunged his sword towards Yechan, whose body was now blackened.
Swiish!
The sword that had easily torn apart the Strongest Sword of southern Korea now aimed at the nameless spearman.
‘Hmm, quite fast.’
Yechan quickly lowered his body and swung his spear from below upwards.
Swish!
The Sword Emperor, who was thrusting his sword at Yechan, was lifted off the ground by the spear.
“You…!”
Contrary to the Sword Emperor’s expectation of a direct clash of blades, Yechan used his long reach to lift him into the air.
Like a rhinoceros beetle.
Whoosh!
The Yamaguchi Sword Emperor, momentarily airborne, tried to regain his posture.
However.
Swish!
Yechan, as if waiting for this moment, thrust his spear, giving the Sword Emperor no chance to recover.
Thud!
In an instant, the spearhead pierced the Sword Emperor’s chest.
Splash!
Blood spurted from the Sword Emperor’s back, splattering the surrounding swordsmen with red dots.
Drip!
At this, the remaining Japanese swordsmen, already intimidated by the bizarre appearance of the spearman, saw their will shrink to the size of a pea.
The moment their leader was killed in one strike, they turned from invaders into fleeing enemies.
Moreover.
“Take my spear, you Japanese bastards…!”
With newfound confidence after killing the Sword Emperor in one blow, Yechan began to rampage.
Swish!
Charging at the remaining swordsmen, still with the Sword Emperor’s body impaled on his spear.
“The… the Emperor…!”
“You insolent bastard!”
This was a great provocation for the Japanese, who held the honor of their leaders in high regard, but the problem was.
Smash!
The martial prowess of the spearman, who was desecrating their leader, was extraordinarily high.
About a dozen swordsmen attacked to retrieve the Emperor’s body, but all became corpses in less than five exchanges.
Thanks to this, what remained in Cheongsapo was now…
‘Half the number compared to the beginning. This means… there’s a chance of victory!’
Kang Gyowon, seeing the noticeably reduced number of Japanese swordsmen surrounding them, gripped his sword tightly.
Honestly, the monstrous spearman seemed capable of sweeping up the rest by himself, but Gyowon had a gut feeling that letting him do so would be a mistake.
No matter how much of an enemy they were, someone who could desecrate a corpse without a second thought couldn’t be in their right mind.
If the spearman resolved this battle alone, who knew what he might demand afterward.
“Let’s fight too! After all, this is our territory!”
Gyowon shouted courageously, lifting his sword, and Yechan, still hunting swordsmen with the Emperor’s body on his spear, turned to look at him.
Then, in a bandit-like tone, he warned.
“Don’t try to join in and get hurt. If you’re bored, prepare your ransom in advance.”
“R… ransom? What do you mean by that?”
Gyowon asked, bewildered, and Yechan’s fearsome face, shrouded in black flames, turned cold.
“If it weren’t for me, Busan would have fallen, right? So you owe me your lives.”
“Wh… what kind of logic is that? Even among fellow Koreans…!”
Gyowon protested, emphasizing nationalism, and Yechan pointed his finger to the sky.
“My master would have done the same. I’m just doing what I was taught. If you don’t like it, beat me in a fight or bring my master here.”
“Who is this master of yours…!”
* * *
At the same time, on the outskirts of Yongin.
“Huh? What’s this?”
Startled by the Territorialism Mark, Yeongwoo hurriedly stopped Negwig on its tracks.
-Screech!
The mark that had been clearly visible in his sight just moments ago had suddenly disappeared.
“Where did the mark go?”
Yeongwoo turned around and asked, but neither the Golden Goblin nor Pofu Tenta could provide any useful answers.
“Is it dead?”
Yeongwoo began to speculate on his own.
“How many alarms went off earlier? I think there were two.”
Gijang and Dong-gu.
Yeongwoo remembered correctly; there had indeed been two alarms.
“So, there were some strong opponents on the Japanese side, but they must have been killed by someone.”
Since the Territorialism hadn’t reactivated, it meant there had been no additional casualties on their side.
‘It’s frustrating not having a communication network. If there aren’t any major issues in Busan, it’s better for me to head back to Seoul.’
Busan was a concern, but by 1 PM, mutants were expected to appear all over Seoul.
‘Hmm.’
The current time was around 10 AM.
With about three hours left before the mutants appeared, Yeongwoo couldn’t be sure he’d make it back to Seoul on time if he rushed to Busan now.
Negwig couldn’t maintain a full sprint indefinitely, after all.
‘Busan seems to be either in a stalemate or in a winnable situation, so leaving it alone could be an option.’
But the fact that the opponent was Japan made Yeongwoo uneasy.
Imagine if Japan occupied the southern tip of the Korean Peninsula because he left Busan unattended and then started advancing north.
‘…That can’t be allowed.’
So, what should he do?
Yeongwoo naturally looked up at the sky.
This time, it had nothing to do with Dogo’s advertisement; it was purely personal.
But what if he sincerely prayed for a solution?
Maybe the advertisers would offer some help.
‘It feels like I’m asking for too much to make the impossible happen.’
Despite thinking this, Yeongwoo had already spread his arms towards the sky.
He was ready to pronounce ‘Dogo’ in a transcendent language if necessary.
Just as Dogo, the universal weapon brand, was on the verge of being reduced to a mere errand service in this cosmic scale…
Flash!
A signal came from the sky first.
“Oh?”
A small token shot down in front of Yeongwoo’s chest along with a streak of light.
“What’s this?”
When Yeongwoo picked up the mysterious token, a tooltip appeared before his eyes.
「Zargal Cross-section Token」 – One-way ticket
【You can board the Guppy Express.】
|Fee: 13 million Karma
“……!”
Upon seeing this, Yeongwoo immediately understood.
Dogo, for the sake of its corporate image, couldn’t intervene directly, so they were providing indirect assistance.
‘If I really want to go to Busan, they’re saying to use my own money, not the company’s.’
And the price was…
‘13 million for a one-way trip.’
Not a round trip, just a one-way ride on the Guppy Express cost a whopping 13 million Karma.
* Available Karma: 23,538,500
Yeongwoo currently had 23.5 million Karma.
‘Are they crazy? If I take this, I’ll only have 10 million left.’
But to save the citizens of Busan from the Japanese blades… what did money matter?
Pop!
Ultimately, Yeongwoo held the token high in the air and shouted.
“Is it okay if I pay once I arrive in Busan? I’ll make the money quickly and pay you back!”