I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch

Even with two Transcendents, they couldn’t stand a chance. Sure, both had been taken down by cheap, despicable ambushes—but still.

So how could these nobodies, without a single Transcendent among them, possibly do any better?

The only one who could remotely wield a weapon properly was the fan master.

Judging by the sloppy flow of Daoist or Buddhist energy among the rest, maybe two were first-rate. A couple second-rate.

Can second-rate fighters even be considered martial artists? Honestly.

So yes, the fan master was decent.

Got it. This guy’s level—probably late-stage Peak.

So weak, I feel like killing him out of sheer boredom...

But Seol Iri had, for once, asked to take someone alive. I suppose I can sacrifice a bit of fun.

Not like I’m starving for slaughter anyway.

“Isn’t this breaking the agreement!?”

“What agreement? Did we sign a truce or something? I gave the hostage back. Kept my end.”