Chapter 57. The Cold Glint of a Well-Polished Sword (4)

Chapter 57. The Cold Glint of a Well-Polished Sword (4)

“W-what are you doing, you bastard?!”

The twelve members of the third platoon drew their swords simultaneously.

Then, as Woo-Moon approached the two people standing at the front, he suddenly exploded forward.

“Ugh!”

The two were unable to move a muscle, let alone swing their swords. They couldn’t even blink as Woo-Moon caught them by the throat. Without losing any momentum, Woo-Moon continued forward as he threw his opponents at his other opponents.

“Agh!!!”

Fearing that their flying comrades would get hurt, the third platoon hesitated for a moment, then dropped their swords and tried to catch their comrades. However, they underestimated the strength behind Woo-Moon’s throw.

“UGH!!!”

Although three people stepped up to catch the two guards, the three of them couldn’t hold their ground and were forced to take a step back. One of them even fell over.

In an instant, Woo-Moon burrowed into the third platoon of the Dragon Sword Squadron. His hands and arms seemed to multiply into dozens of limbs as he attacked everyone around him in various forms: fists, palms, claws, fingers, hooks, and every other attack in the book.

Thwack! Bang! Pow!!

“Cough!”

“Agh!”

Crack! Crack! Snap!!

The sound of bones breaking continued to echo through the air. All twelve members of the third squadron of the Dragon Sword Squadron rolled around on the ground, groaning, as each one had at least one limb broken.

Pat, pat!

Looking down at them, Woo-Moon brushed off his hands before turning away and leaving.

Woo-Moon had done the same as they had, turning a blind eye to status and acting blindly. Still, even though he had disguised himself, if anyone were to think for even a second, they would be able to tell that he come to the third platoon for revenge.

“It was definitely that guy from the Song family!” one of the guards shouted, then grit his teeth and groaned in pain.

“That’s right! We haven’t done anything to incur any grudges, so that would be the only reason for an expert like that to attack us so suddenly!”

“Get up! Let’s go to the leader and report! We’ll definitely crush that bastard!”

They all got up and limped over to where their leader was with his lover.

***

Meanwhile, Woo-Moon removed his mask and quickly returned to the Song family residence, where he resumed helping the guards train.

“Hey, you! Your shoulders are too far back. That’s not right.”

The one Woo-Moon was yelling at hastily corrected his posture. The Song Family Guards were currently learning the Heavenly Lunar Fist, a martial art that Woo-Moon had hastily created two days ago.

‘Well, the name, Thirteen Stances of the Iron Fist, would be more appropriate, but whatever. Hehe.’

While fighting Heon-Won the other day, Woo-Moon had watched him display his Thirteen Stances of the Iron Sword in detail from beginning to end. He was later able to internalize his comprehension through his mental imagery training.

If he were to use the Thirteen Stances of the Iron Sword now, he would be able to display a level far superior to that of Heon-Won.

Woo-Moon mixed the Thirteen Stances of the Iron Sword with Cold Snow and North Wind to create a new fist art.

‘This level is more than enough. Although there is a difference between sword and fist arts, this isn’t inferior to the Thirteen Stances of the Iron Sword. No, I’m actually confident that it’s even better.’

He slowly looked around at the children practicing the Heavenly Lunar Fist. The only person able to fully display the entire set on his own correctly was Jae-Hwa. As expected, he had learned martial arts before, and his natural talent also seemed to be useful.

Woo-Moon then looked over to Ah Sam.

Ah Sam’s achievements were middling overall. However, he seemed to be paying more attention to each movement than anyone else, evidenced by the fact that he was sweating the most.

As he was watching Ah Sam, the gate to the residence suddenly opened as some uninvited guests entered. When Woo-Moon looked over in that direction, he saw a middle-aged man with a large, pointy mustache and solemn appearance leading a group of people littered with injuries and broken bones as if they had been in a stampede.

Just as they entered the manor, Woo-Moon used the Northern Wind Steps and quickly went forward, drawing his sword and pointing it at the man.

“Who are you? Stop right here!” The most uptodate novels are published on n0velbj)n((.))co/m

‘So you didn’t hate us.’

At Ho Cheol-Saeng’s words, Woo-Moon smiled calmly and mischievously. He brushed off the dust on his hands in the same manner as he had after beating the guards up earlier.

“Haha. Are there really just one or two people in this world who wear white robes and carry a sword engraved with a phoenix? I’m sure you’re not expecting me right now, are you? Did you see his face?”

Speaking nonchalantly, Woo-Moon cast a look of ridicule and contempt toward the guard, whom he had noticed being the leader. Seeing this, the man couldn’t hold back his anger.

“Of course, I couldn’t see your face because you were wearing a mask, but it’s you, right? My lord, he did this to get revenge on us!”

“Shut up!”

Although Seo Woong quickly interrupted his subordinate, Woo-Moon didn’t miss it.

“Huh? Revenge? Why would I take revenge on you? Oh, wait a minute! I did hear that three of our servants were beaten earlier by masked assailants. Was... was that you?!”

After he finished his act, Woo-Moon muttered to himself, “I didn’t tell anyone that my brats were hurt, and you wouldn’t know that if you weren’t the assholes who did it, right?”

Of course, as his “muttering” was more like normal speech, all the guards of the Dragon Sword Squadron heard him clearly.

As Seo Woong found himself caught in a trap and unable to answer quickly, Woo-Moon grinned.

“Although I didn’t attack you, now that I’m taking a second look, it seems you have something to hide, don’t you? That must be why you suspected us in the first place and came to us. Right?”

Seo Woong had expected to have it easy with Woo-Moon, who was still a young brat. Sadly, it turned out that Woo-Moon had a way with words, and no matter what Seo Woong said, by this point, the fight was already lost.

“I apologize. We had a momentary lapse in judgment. Please grace us with benevolence and forgive us. Ho Cheol-Saeng! Apologize to him.”

Ho Cheol-Saeng bowed his head deeply and said, “I must have been confused after being hit on the head. Now that I think about it again, no one in the Song family attacked us.”

“Good, good. At least you know how to back down. That’s why you shouldn’t have come to me like this in the first place and embarrass yourself. Did I really look like that much of a pushover to you?” said Woo-Moon sarcastically.

Seo Woong pretended not to hear.

“I apologize for my negligence. Then, I’ll take my leave.”

Once Seo Woong apologized and made to leave, Woo-Moon didn’t push any further.

‘What a waste. If only I pushed him a bit harder, we would’ve thrown hands. But to think he could quickly suppress the anger of his subordinates after having to suffer and retreat like that...’

Seo Woong definitely was an expert.

In Woo-Moon’s opinion, although Seo Woong was probably not a Peak martial artist, at the very least, he had reached the pinnacle of the First Class. It would have been better for Woo-Moon later if Seo Woong suffered internal injuries now.

Woo-Woon then looked at the guards and the trio, who were resting.

"What are you looking at? The break is over. Start again.”

They had been secretly hoping that the others would cause more commotion and prolong their break, so they felt quite disappointed as they resumed their training.

‘Damn it! It’s good to be able to learn martial arts, but it really is hard.’

The trio once again felt amazed by the children from the slums and orphanages, whom they had largely ignored earlier. They hadn’t realized it when they saw it from the side, but the horse stance was extremely difficult, and the martial arts training was just as difficult. Moreover, even the wooden puppets that had appeared out of nowhere were already covered in sweat and blood stains from the countless times the children had struck them with their bare hands as they practiced their fist art.

‘Still, we’ve already started, so let’s work hard!’

One day, then two, passed quietly as they trained hard. While Woo-Moon had his guards undergo arduous training, he himself was also constantly improving his sword skills through mental imagery training.

Suddenly, Woo-Moon’s body stiffened as a sudden voice entered his ears.

—If you don’t want the Iron Sword Baek Estate stained with blood, come to Xiaoyao Ford immediately.

He couldn’t figure out who or what that message had come from. Woo-Moon quickly looked around, but he couldn’t sense anything or find any traces of anyone. It was only natural, as the message used the Harmonic Transmission, a kind of voice transmission that only an Absolute Master could do.

‘This voice is definitely... it's definitely the Blood Cloud Devil Emperor!’

Woo-Moon’s complexion suddenly changed. He didn’t even take the time to say anything to anyone before he hurriedly used his movement technique and left the Baek Estate. He headed toward the Xiaoyao Ford, a ferry port on the Yangtze River, where Zhang Liao, a general of the Wei Dynasty during the Three Kingdoms period, fought against Sun Quan's hundred-thousand-strong army with only eight hundred soldiers and won.

When he got close to Xiaoyao Ford, he heard shouting and screams.

“Agh!!!!”

“Agh! It’s a devil, a devil!”

Frightened people were running away from Xiaoyao Ford.