A Lucky Day. (1)

Meanwhile, what was even more surprised than the leader of Soyo Mountain Villa was the Blood Sword Unit of the White Flower Blood Cult.

A massive crowd was surging from the rear, so they could only be bewildered.

Moreover, they looked at least twice the size of their own force.

At the center of the Blood Sword Unit, a middle-aged man narrowed his brows and glared at the sight.

Clad in a blood-red cloak, he was Jeok Sa-gwang, the leader of the Blood Sword Unit.

“What on earth are those bastards doing?”

Those surging forward were clearly martial artists.

However, their attire varied wildly and they were in a disorderly, unorganized mess.

At that moment, the corps deputy approached him and bowed his head.

“They seem to be martial artists of various tendencies mixed together.”

“I know that. What I want to know is why those bastards are approaching our rear.”

They were in a position where one more push could finish off Soyo Mountain Villa.

Suddenly, unexpected guests had messed everything up.

“We don’t know the reason, but if we leave them, we’ll be encircled from front and rear.”

Jeok Sa-gwang examined the approaching crowd and let out a derisive smile.

“They’re nothing but a rabble. Scare them a bit and they’ll scatter and flee.”

“Then I’ll make an example by killing a few of them.”

“Do so. Deal with those scum first, then proceed with the plan.”

“Yes, Lord.”

Jeok Sa-gwang’s gaze returned to the narrow pass of the gorge.

The surviving warriors of Soyo Mountain Villa, who had been about to charge, hesitated again and reformed their lines.

“Maeng Namcheon, I lost thirty percent of the Blood Sword Unit to that one bastard. No matter what, you must kill him.”

About thirty chang behind where the Blood Sword Unit stood.

The roughly three hundred martial artists who had just arrived here were in disarray.

They had come merely to watch a duel, yet a scene they could not have imagined was unfolding before them.

And their reactions were all different.

“W-what on earth is going on?”

“Looks like the White Flower Blood Cult intended to crush this place.”

“Shouldn’t we help?”

“Soyo Mountain Villa is already ruined—what can we possibly do?”

To the martial artists from Zhejiang Province, the White Flower Blood Cult was an object of fear.

Besides, hadn’t they seen countless corpses on the way here?

Though their numbers were double, fear took precedence.

Then someone urgently pointed somewhere.

“A few of those bastards are walking toward us over there.”

Even without his words, everyone had noticed.

An intense demonic aura was being emitted toward this place.

Those weak in martial arts gasped for breath and felt their bodies freeze.

“J-Extreme Demon?”

The figure at the forefront slanted his sword downward as he approached.

The overwhelming aura he deliberately exuded clearly signaled that.

Otherwise, the current situation couldn’t be explained.

“Aren’t we all going to get killed like this?”

“D-don’t worry. We’re with the Yin Yang Twin Monster heroes.”

“Will it be okay? Even Chief Meng over there looks barely alive.”

A dozen or so Blood Cult members were still approaching at that moment.

Everyone hesitated and stepped back a few paces—except for two.

Naturally, Yu Jinsan and his granddaughter remained at the very front.

“Child. Why do you have such a sullen face?”

The granddaughter’s expression was unusual.

At a glance, she looked displeased.

“This was my chosen spot. Those bastards ruined it……”

She seemed sulky at the prospect of her duel with Meng Nam-cheon being canceled.

Even if things were settled, the chief wouldn’t be in the mood to duel—he’d be busy dealing with the devastated sect.

Besides, his condition from afar didn’t look normal; his injuries would take a long time to heal.

“The duel is definitely off. Tsk.”

Yu Jinsan stepped back with his hands clasped behind his back.

Around three hundred martial artists held their breath, staring only at the back of the Yin Monster.

With trembling shoulders and fists clenched tight, he was visibly agitated.

High expectations breed deep disappointment.

Yu Seol glared at the Blood Sword Unit’ deputy approaching at the forefront.

“Ssi…”

The deputy who met that gaze was perplexed.

It was only natural—an apparently young girl had stepped forward fearlessly alone.

Moreover, he couldn’t sense any qi at all. She was like someone who hadn’t trained in martial arts.

That implied one of two things.

Either she truly knew no martial arts, or she had achieved enlightenment and reached the rank of an absolute master, akin to beyond humans.

‘What on earth is she?’

A flicker of unease passed through the deputy’s mind, but he couldn’t stop now.

If he hesitated, his purpose of intimidating the crowd in front of him would be ruined.

Besides, the leader was watching from behind.

“I won’t go easy on a child.”

A murderous intent glinted in his eyes.

But Yu Seol didn’t even blink.

“Be ready to get beaten. I don’t forgive people who stole what’s mine.”

“…How dare that insolent wench.”

At last, the deputy launched into a sprint.

At the same time, a blackish aura rose from his blade.

Whrrr-!

The qi’s color was unusual, and a strange footwork that disoriented the opponent accompanied it.

Each of the White Flower Blood Cult’s martial arts was something they’d never encountered before.

In an instant, he had closed to right in front of Yu Seol.

His movements were as fast as a beam of light.

Yet Yu Seol had not moved a muscle until then.

Only when his sword was halfway down did the Dragon Flower Spear, which had been pointed at the ground, spring up.

In the blink of an eye, the spear’s tip entwined around his blade.

Crrrk-!

A groan escaped the deputy’s mouth.

“Gah!?”

Had he finally noticed something was wrong? He hurried to retrieve his sword, but it was already out of control.

A burst of qi erupted, and the blade’s tip, together with the Dragon Flower Spear, ricocheted toward the sky.

Thwoom-!!

He barely held onto the sword, but a gaping weakness in his chest was exposed.

Faced with the overwhelming difference in internal power, every hair on the deputy’s body stood on end.

He tried desperately to evade, but there was no time.

The opponent had already penetrated into his space and was swinging two fists—at least it felt that way; he couldn’t see them clearly.

Thwack-!!

Two brief impact sounds were heard.

At the same time, his feet dragged along the ground as he slid backward.

“Ugh!”

It felt like his ribs had been broken, but pain was the least of his concerns.

‘What on earth is this ridiculous situation?’

Before a power from another plane, he couldn’t collect his mind.

His first instinct was to escape—facing them with comrades was the best option.

But this was no Yin Monster who would allow him to flee.

Thup-!

Moving at the speed of light, Yu Seol suddenly grabbed the wrist that held the sword—binding him so he couldn’t escape.

At the same time, she pulled his opposite fist behind his shoulder.

“Come here.”

Startled, the deputy reflexively thrust out his free left hand.

At that moment, his palm was enveloped by a dark-hued force.

It was a demonic arts technique called the Black Killing Soul Shattering Palm used to subdue the warriors of Soyo Mountain Villa.

It was a vile martial art that rotted the opponent’s skin, but Yu Seol didn’t care in the least.

She simply opened the clenched fist and clapped palms together.

Its impact was different from when Yu Jinsan executed the first rear flash strike, the fourth form of the Yu-family Heaven-and-Earth Palm.

Throoosh-!!

A wave of qi pulsed from between the clashing palms like ripples.

“Ugh!”

The deputy groaned because his scapula had been driven through to the other side.

It was truly an appalling display of brute strength.

The problem began now.

His right hand was held fast, and his left arm was destroyed.

Unable to move, the deputy heard the enraged voice of the Yin Monster.

“You lot messed up my entire plan!”

What a absurd and ridiculous situation this was.

Veins stood out in the deputy’s eyes, possessed by rage.

“What the fuck…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence.

Crack-!!

A tremendous pain in his abdomen made him bend over like a shrimp.

And that was only the prelude.

Yu Seol’s fists moved at tremendous speed and began pounding his entire body.

Wham-! Thwack-!! Thud-thud-thud-!!!

In a single breath, dozens of impact sounds seemed to ring out.

The Blood Sword Unit’ deputy couldn’t even scream.

The punishment didn’t take long.

The brisk beats of impact suddenly ceased in an instant.

And there, a mighty Extreme Demon expert, caked in blood, was slowly collapsing.

Thud-!

To the man himself it felt like a long, agonizing time, but in reality everything had happened in an instant.

The ten or so followers who had accompanied the deputy stopped and backed away.

They instinctively knew that if they attacked among themselves they’d only die senselessly.

There were as many as five hundred martial artists in the gorge now, but none could speak.

For a moment, silence fell as if they had witnessed something shocking.

“……”

Soon after, the three groups’ fortunes diverged.

The Soyo Mountain Villa survivors, who had been driven to the brink of death, were dumbfounded; a glimmer of hope gradually grew in their pupils.

Meanwhile, the Blood Sword Unit couldn’t recover from the shock.

Their Extreme Demon master, the deputy, hadn’t even mounted a proper resistance—he’d been turned into a bloody mess in an instant. Their astonishment was beyond words.

The most at ease were the various martial artists who had followed the Yin Yang Twin Monster. Freed of fear, they began cheering for the Yin Monster.

“My God… did you just see that?”

“All I saw was that bastard collapsing.”

“Ha, that’s incredible, huh? Worth chasing all the way here.”

“But what happens now?”

As if on cue, a bugle sounded from the Blood Sword Unit’ lines.

Peeek-!!

At that moment, a red tide surged and their formation shifted.

One hundred and fifty Blood Cult members had drawn their swords. They seemed to intend to fight seriously.

Then someone behind Yu Seol drew a sword and shouted.

“Screw it, I don’t care!”

Seeing the Yin Monster’s martial arts, he found courage.

At that moment, as if by agreement, about three hundred martial artists drew their swords simultaneously.

Chaang-! Chacha-chang-!!

Everyone assumed combat stances.

They had never coordinated with each other, but what did it matter.

“With the Yin Monster hero, there’s nothing to fear!”

“Yeah, let’s give it a try!”

In front, the warriors of Soyo Mountain Villa, and behind them, some three hundred onlookers, all took up a charge posture.

The Blood Sword Unit likewise prepared for a last stand against them.

Then Yu Seol casually extended one hand behind her back.

“Everyone, stay right where you are.”

Chun Il-ho nearby asked bewildered.

“Yes? What do you mean?”

“You’ll get hurt if you do that.”

Even with larger numbers, the difference in individual skill was overwhelming.

To take down a single Blood Sword Unit member, the martial artists from Zhejiang Province would need to swarm with three or four each.

If a brawl broke out, it was obvious their side would suffer heavy casualties.

“…Th-then?”

“I’ll handle it.”

Those words meant she intended to face the enemies before her alone.

Everyone thought the Yin Monster had gone mad—up until now.

“R-really, are you sure?”

Nodding, Yu Seol slightly lifted her right hand. The Dragon Flower Spear, which had been rolling on the ground, floated up and approached on its own.

It then began to sway in the air as if dancing.

“W- S-spear… Spear Control Technique!?”

The martial artists who watched the legendary technique before their eyes trembled.

“It can’t be.”

“I never thought I’d live to see the Spear Control Technique……”

“Woa……”

Yu Seol strode toward the Blood Sword Unit, leaving them behind.

As the distance closed, their faces grew pale.

“You’re all dead now.”

If her grandfather wouldn’t stop her, it meant he permitted it. There was no reason to waste time.

Having finished speaking, Yu Seol stretched her right hand forward.

At that moment, the Dragon Flower Spear hovering in the air accelerated at the speed of light.

Whirrrr-!!!

Spinning with a whirlwind, the Dragon Flower Spear drove straight into the knees of the Blood Sword Unit.

The speed was lightning-fast—no one could even attempt to dodge.

Some lowered their blades and tried to defend, but it was useless.

Puf-! Puf-puf-puf-!!

Where the Dragon Flower Spear passed, dozens of Blood Cult members fell simultaneously.

Soon after, wails of agony rose and a scene of utter carnage began to unfold.