Becoming the Swordmaster Rank Young Lord of the Sichuan Tang Family Chapter 98

< Episode 97 >

“W-what? Where did this many people suddenly come from…?”

“Did you just see that? They came out of the ground…! Are they really people?”

“How long have you been hiding? I never noticed you.”

“If you have eyes, look at their standing posture. Even if you look at them, they are experts at an absurd level. It’s natural that you don’t notice.”

“More than that, a little while ago, that Chi mentioned demonic religion… really?”

“You idiot. Make sense. It’s not Xinjiang, it’s some kind of demonic religion in the middle of Sichuan. First, protect Confucius.”

Yeoncheong’s guards were left confused in confusion. He lifted the siege on Yeon Yeom-myeong’s party and retreated, wary of his son-in-law. These people appeared out of nowhere. They were all wearing masks that covered half of their faces, and the pressure felt from their indifferent eyes was no joke.

Should I say that it doesn’t feel like seeing a living being?

Also, everyone was dressed in military uniform with their arms and legs tied tightly together, and I thought that this was probably done to prevent even the sound of the hems of their clothes from being scraped. Each person wore a long sword on their belt, and both the handle and sheath were black. The only clue to his identity was the word ‘月） engraved in silver on the scabbard. Anyone who was familiar with the Heavenly Demon Church would have recognized that it was the symbol of Cheonwoldae, but no one here had that level of knowledge.

“What are these…?”

Yeon-cheong muttered in an embarrassed voice. Masked men appeared as if responding to Yeon Myeong’s question about what their relationship was with the Demonic Cult. Since when and why has he been around me? Could it be that they are really figures from the Demonic Cult? Then, who is that guy who sensed these hidden people and guessed their identity…?

My mind was complicated. It was natural. Because Yeon-cheong had never heard anything about the true identity of his father, Yeon-woo-jung.

It was then.

“There are a lot of people who don’t know how precious their lives are.”

A soft voice was heard. This is what one of the masked men said.

“How dare you call our school a derogatory name?”

There is silence as if cold water was suddenly poured on the air. Everyone except Yeon Myeong looked very surprised. I couldn’t believe it, but are they really figures from the Demonic Cult…?

At the same time, the complexions of some of Yuan Qing’s guards turned dark and dead. These are the people who were talking about ‘magic religion’ a little while ago. It was clear that he regretted his own carelessness.

There are several taboos in martial arts that have been handed down since ancient times.

Among them, there was one related to the Church of the Heavenly Demon, and it was said that you should never call it ‘the Church of the Demon’ in front of them. That was a derogatory term. At least in front of them, it had to be called ‘Cheonma Shingyo’ or ‘Shingyo.’ If you say one wrong word, that day can become a memorial day.

Even the martial arts people could not openly call themselves demonic cults unless they were confident enough in their martial arts. Especially now that Ma Gwang-cheon was showing great power, he had to be even more careful. Isn’t their root the Heavenly Demon Church?

However, in Sacheon, where black sand lotus dominates, there was inevitably less attention to such taboos. So the guard warriors may have inadvertently called him that. Just before, it was mentioned that the natural name was Demonic Cult.

Yes, it could be seen as a mistake.

The problem was that mistakes in the river often led directly to death.

“die.”

Before he could finish speaking, a silver flash split the air.

A creepy cutting sound is heard several times. The masked men, the Cheonwoldae warriors of the Heavenly Demon God Cult, struck their swords like a thunderbolt. The sword draped with a sword flag did not discriminate between human cloth and weaponry.

Just one breath.

Was it bothersome to differentiate? The sword was also swung at those who did not utter the derogatory term for the Heavenly Demon Church. All of Yeoncheong’s escort troops were cut into two or three pieces. There were many people divided into left and right or top and bottom, and the sight of them falling down with blood and internal organs pouring out was extremely shocking. It was truly a cruel sword attack.

Soon the fishy scent of blood spread.

The only ones who survived were Yeoncheong and his servant, and their reactions were completely contrasting. While the servant man had a frightened expression on his face, Yeoncheong was not even shaking and his eyes were shining. Did he even recognize that what Cheonwoldae had just demonstrated was an ascending sword technique that was far superior to the Black Death Sword Technique?

“Bring the practitioner.”

The first warrior to open his mouth, Cheonwoldae, spoke.

Then the other Cheonwoldae warriors approached Yeoncheong.

“Come this way.”

Yeoncheong did not sense any hostility in their words or actions. Rather, I felt a certain respect. Just looking at the title Confucius was like that. I couldn’t figure out why the Heavenly Demon Church’s incredibly talented figures were doing this, but for now, I obediently followed their lead.

After securing the new soldiers of Yeonsancheong, warrior Cheonwoldae looked at Yeon Myeong and his party and said.

“You guys. What are you? And you. How did you notice our existence?”

It was something that was extremely curious to him. He was proud that Cheonwoldae’s hiding was close to perfect. Magi was also stored away so that it would not be revealed. I don’t know if the opponent was an unrivaled expert who had reached the realm of peace, but looking at his spirit, Yeon Myeong and his group did not achieve that great of a feat. I was wondering how on earth they had figured it out. Has he learned a unique way of feeling or seeing?

‘It looks like the little boy doesn’t know. There seems to be a relationship.’

Yeon-myeong did not answer, but organized his thoughts. When Cheonwoldae appeared, Yeonsacheong looked like he had not expected it. As if I never knew it existed. On the other hand, Cheonwoldae called himself Confucius and appeared to plow Yeoncheong. This means that it is a one-sided relationship.

“What are the demonic cultists planning here?”

“…Don’t you feel alarmed even after seeing the people who just died?”

Warrior Cheonwoldae said as if it were a little absurd. How can you say such a derogatory term after seeing Cheonwoldae’s sword attack just now? Do I want to die…?

“I don’t think there is any awareness there.”

Yeon Myeong replied with a smile. A sword strike extended by Cheonwoldae warriors. This was after getting a rough idea of ​​their skills through that one move. They were pretty good swordsmen, but that was it. In the eyes of Yeon Myeong, who has already reached the realm of swordsmanship, he only appears as a lower level lower level person.

Meanwhile.

‘oh my god.’

Jang Gil, the warrior of King Amwangdae who was in charge of the guide, screamed inwardly as he looked at Yeon Yeomyeong. So, why on earth do you provoke them like this?

Jang Gil was now in a state of extreme tension. Choosing the path to Hyeonyangchon was entirely his decision. However, it was here that I encountered the demonic cultists. If the name of the owner of the small family was wrong here, he would have committed an irreparable crime against the family.

‘This is dangerous.’

I knew well that Yeon Myeong had outstanding skills. What can I say since it is so bad that even the elders are on their knees. But the move those demon cultists just showed was no joke. Jang-gil thought about whether he would have survived if he had been there, and felt his bones sink.

There were as many as thirty demonic cultists. Assuming that all of them were swordsmen at the level who could execute the sword fight just now, Jang Gil’s judgment was that this side’s chances of winning were very slim. Moreover, it was an unfavorable environment in many ways to take advantage of poison and memorization. The distance to the enemy was short and the space was tight. However, escape was not easy. It didn’t look like Yeon Myeong was going to run away.

Whether or not he knew what Jang-gil was burning inside, Yeon-myeong continued to provoke Cheonwoldae.

“If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t know, but you can’t just ignore it even if you know that demonic cultists are plotting something in Sacheon.”

“What? A bastard…? Huh, now I see that he was a very crazy person. That’s enough. Just die.”

In the end, warrior Cheonwoldae decided to kill this arrogant bamboo-lip man. I kept him alive out of curiosity, but the more we talked, the more my interest grew. Yes, if you know it, there are quite a few things that can be discovered from a corpse. Let’s kill it first.

He drew his sword and approached, intending to deal with it himself. He had no intention of belittling the other person, but he wasn’t very wary either. Because the level of feeling I felt was not that great.

“Master.”

“Yes, yes…!”

The head of the field hastily answered the call of Yeon Myeong. It was difficult to find his initial cheerful appearance in him. Just as he was about to incur the wrath of Yeon-cheong, who is believed to be the rumored master of Hyeonyang-mun, suddenly even demonic cultists came out. Moreover, since he had just seen the horrific murder scene, there was no way he could maintain his sanity as he was nothing more than a criminal. He just kept thinking that he was going to die.

“Let me borrow a sword.”

Yan Yanming did not listen to the answer and stretched out his hand towards the yam sword. I was glad to feel the feeling when I held the handle of the sword. How long has it been since you last held a proper long sword? At the same time, I realized once again that the yam sword was a famous sword. It wasn’t just because of the anticipation of the day. Weight distribution was close to perfect. A sword was not good simply because it was heavy or light. The weight distribution from swordplay to swordplay had to be appropriate. That way, you could properly accelerate when swinging and counter or parry the opponent’s sword strike. In that respect, the yam sword was a passing grade even by the sword master’s standards.

Meanwhile.

When Yeon-myeong seemed to be trying to use a sword instead of memorizing it, Jang Gil, Tang Mi-ryeo, and Zhuge Yingying all looked at him with a mixture of concern and puzzlement. It was natural. They had no idea that Yeon Myeong had mastered the sword. I guess the reason I came to the blacksmith shop was just to buy a trick long sword.

On the other hand, the opponent was a swordsman who had reached a considerable level. How on earth are you going to deal with it…?

“It is a fairly good sword, but in the end it is nothing more than a weapon. This means that the fundamental difference in skill cannot be overcome.”

The Cheonwoldae warrior took a slightly sarcastic stance. Then, in an instant, his momentum changes. It seemed like they were trying to use some kind of upward sword technique. The surrounding atmosphere seemed to be subtly stirring.

“Isn’t it fun?”

Naturally, without any special formality, he simply opened his mouth with his sword hanging down.

“The name of the sword is Yam (New Demon). It almost feels as if it was built in anticipation of this situation.”

“You keep talking nonsense. It’s just a trivial coincidence. Stop dying.”

Warrior Cheonwoldae said this and kicked the ground violently. In an instant, his new model rushes forward. At the same time, the concentrated force explodes and the sword is launched fiercely. To those with less sharp eyesight, it would simply appear as a silver flash moving through the air.

Even until the sword was within close range, Yeon Myeong did not move.

‘It’s over.’

Warrior Cheonwoldae was confident. The moment when avoidance was possible has already passed. Since it hasn’t moved yet, it probably means it hasn’t even reacted. You will probably realize it only after your throat is pierced. That death has come.

But the next moment.

He saw an unbelievable sight. The man’s eyes, slightly exposed beneath the bamboo ribs, were moving with dark green eyes.

As if he was accurately capturing the sword strike he was extending.

At the same time as I felt that eerie feeling, the sword began to move.

< Episode 97 > End

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