Chapter 93

Chapter 93

The Iron-Blood Sword Clan.

Although it had been established less than 100 years ago, it held a position in Korea that no other family could rival.

A family that dominated most of Seoul humorously called the Seoul Republic.

Thus, its prestige was extraordinary.

Even the guards at the gate were remarkably skilled.

Though they had not produced a transcendent, if one had emerged in Korea, the head of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan would have been the first mentioned.

To attack such a place alone?

One would have had to be utterly insane.

Yoo Seolrang thought so.

“Put it on.”

“...Where did you even get this?”

“I borrowed it from Abel.”

Han Seojin naturally took out a mask and a stealth outfit from his arms.

It was so natural that Yoo Seolrang, who received it, had a puzzled expression.

“And here’s a mask too.”

“...You are really thorough in your preparation.”

“We’re raiding the Iron-Blood Sword Clan. I wouldn’t mind going alone, but since you’re here, I have to be careful.”

“I’m not exactly moved by that.”

“Is that so?”

“Do you understand how absurd it is to target the Iron-Blood Sword Clan?”

“Choosing between making the Iron-Blood Sword Clan an enemy or provoking the other Four Great Families—most would choose the latter.”

And this tendency became more pronounced the higher one went.

Because they knew how ruthless the Iron-Blood Sword Clan was, how wicked they were, and how strong they were.

Yoo Seolrang knew it, too.

The Mysterious Yoo Family.

She had been born into one of the prestigious families, a successor.

So, she understood the power the Iron-Blood Sword Clan held.

“First, try to erase your presence here.”

“Yes.”

Yoo Seolrang quietly nodded and focused.

She suppressed her presence, making it faint.

The presence faded. Han Seojin smiled satisfactorily, quietly looking inside.

‘Two at the highest level, five at the middle level, and about thirty initiates.’

Excessive.

It was the thought that came to mind as soon as he confirmed the forces inside.

‘What could be in there that warranted such strong defense?’

High realmers.

Even decent families did not place major forces in the laboratory.

But the Iron-Blood Sword Clan did that.

Which meant this place was extremely important.

‘Well, I’ll find out.’

Originally, entering from the front had been Han Seojin’s specialty.

But this time was a bit different.

Now, it was about teaching his disciples.

Therefore.

‘Secretly.’

Han Seojin erased his presence. Not as much as Yoo Seollang, but with a skill to conceal presence comparable to that.

“What is it that you can’t do?”

“This is basic.”

If you claim to be a master, you must at least do this.

“Ah, and when we go in, it seems like we need to choose a name.”

“A name? Oh, to avoid revealing our identity.”

“From now on, call me Jin.”

“...Isn’t that too easy to guess?”

“Then Han?”

“Are you serious?”

“...Then let’s go with Hayul.”

“Hayul?”

Han Seojin nodded.

“What does it mean?”

“It doesn’t mean much.”

His first life.

It was a nickname from his pro days, possibly given by someone who could have been his lover.

“What should I call myself?”

“Rang?”

“...Just call me Rang.”

“Shall we get moving then?”

Han Seojin moved quickly.

Tap.

With a light motion, he jumped off the roof.

As if the wind were making way for him, the air split wherever he moved.

‘Wow.’

Yoo Seolrang admired silently and followed him.

Her master didn’t just kindly teach everything.

Yoo Seolrang observed the movement of the wind closely.

‘Is he gathering the wind?’

It seemed like a path of the wind was opening according to his will.

Gently, gently.

Yoo Seolrang moved her steps.

Imitating him. Mimicking the wind’s movement.

‘Huh?’

It felt as if something parted. In an instant, she was behind Han Seojin.

“Oh, did you just watch and follow?”

Han Seojin looked at him with eyes that seemed amused.

“Then try to follow this too.”

Should I say a lonely aura?

For some reason, he had an aura that made you want to embrace him...

“You bastard, do you want to die?”

Slap, slap.

In the blink of an eye, he had kidnapped someone and was slapping them.

...Maybe that urge to care for him was a mistake.

“What are you doing?!”

Yoo Seolrang screamed.

“No, this guy is trying to sound the alarm when he sees us.”

“Eh.”

Isn’t that natural?

He was looking at me with such eyes.

Well, he’s right.

But since we’re sneaking in, we should just subdue him appropriately.

“Of course.”

I knocked the man out.

I pressed the sleep point. He should wake up in about three hours.

I led the way inside with Yoo Seolang.

The deeper we went inside.

The more intense the vigilance became.

‘Nothing as troublesome as that first guy.’

The guy I subdued at first.

He had good eyes, so I caught him on purpose.

“It’s about time we get caught.”

“Yes?”

As soon as I finished speaking, there was commotion below.

‘Well, we only subdued them.’

The best approach would have been to eliminate witnesses.

Dead men tell no tales.

While necromancy and such exist, making interrogation possible would still take time.

Still, there shouldn’t be any problem with moving for the time being.

However, the decision had not been made yet.

Whether I can kill all the guys here.

And that time is running out.

‘If this place is what I think it is.’

Even in Han Seojin’s memory, it was likely a particularly bad place.

I closed my eyes.

「An easy way always has something bad about it. Always study the orthodox way.」

「There are people in the world who should be killed and those who shouldn’t be. Kill those who can be killed. But don’t kill people who shouldn’t be killed for your convenience. Then you, too, will eventually become someone who should be killed.」

A voice that sounds clear, as if it’s heard in my ear.

As always, I will kill those who should be killed.

And soon, I would know for sure.

This would be resolved by going below.

I stopped after a quick sprint. Yoo Seolrang also stopped.

“Why...?”

“Enemies.”

Not far away, two figures appeared.

A man and a woman.

And both were the enemies to be most cautious of here.

“To think you would come this far knowing this is the Iron-Blood Sword Clan. You must be out of your mind.”

Both were swordsmen.

The woman wielded a longsword as tall as herself while the man, wearing a bamboo hat, watched me intently.

“Two masked monsters, huh? Reminds me of the ones who gave Sword Saint a hard time recently.”

“Isn’t that nonsense? Sword Saint has reached the absolute pinnacle. He will soon reach the highest rank. Surely, they were sent by another faction to keep him in check. For now, focus on the intruders.”

“Understood.”

The intruders were wary of us.

“What should we do?”

“Rang, can you handle one?”

“If it’s that woman over there, it might be worth a try.”

“Then take care of it. I’ll make sure the others don’t interfere.”

“...Are you seriously sizing us up right now?”

The woman was dumbfounded by our conversation.

We wouldn’t be sizing them up if they weren’t worth it.

The man was silently watching us.

“This is ridiculous. Do you have no sense of danger? I’ll show you what it means to be a top-class swordsman and the might of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan!!”

Boom!

The woman swung her sword wide.

It felt like the space was splitting apart. In the sky, a massive sword hovered.

“Sword technique.”

The gigantic sword floated in the sky.

Like the sword of an absolute being, it floated in the sky and descended.

Thud!!

I reached out my hand towards the place with the most presence around.

Buzz!

Gray energy swirled around the fist.

In a spiral form.

Then.

“Ah, as expected.”

A man’s lamenting voice.

He was charging at me with his sword drawn.

“You, right? The one who beat the Sword Saint.”

“Well.”

I smirked slyly, observing my opponent.

He seemed more experienced than the woman, likely a former wanderer who later joined a prestigious clan, showing a practical stance.

‘Let’s see how good you are.’

I rushed towards him.