Chapter 275 : Somi, Musters Courage
Chapter 275: Somi, Musters Courage
Yang Jong had lived his life as a truly insolent man.
In this village, his father was king, and he was the prince whose seat was surely guaranteed.
The fact that a mere martial arts hall could enjoy such power was all thanks to his father.
Yang Pae.
Before setting up the hall, he was a successful martial artist from a fairly famous Black Path Sect that everyone knew by name.
In terms of a Black Society, he was of the rank of an acting leader, and the reputation he made back then was considerable.
There was a good reason why he left the Black Path Sect due to various problems and set up a martial arts hall here.
Strictly speaking, this village belonged to the territory of the Unorthodox Faction. However, it was not as if there was a branch of the Black Way Alliance nearby.
It was indeed the territory of the Unorthodox Faction, but it was a place that belonged to a blind spot of power.
After he set up the hall, rumors about him spread among the villagers. The rumors were that he was a terrifying master of a past Black Path Sect, and if you rubbed him the wrong way, you would die without anyone knowing.
The evil deeds Yang Pae had committed in the past were inflated and spread.
In fact, all those rumors were intentionally spread by Yang Pae. He had learned while living in the Black Way that the best way to rule people was through fear.
Fear was the emotion through which one could manipulate people most easily.
Since then, Yang Pae quickly established himself in the village, and before long, he became the king of this village. He was merely a fox in a mountain without a tiger, but he was satisfied.
Anyway, Yang Jong, who grew up at the hands of such a father, was a truly atrocious creature.
Yang Jong stared at Cho Somi while acting oily like a snake. Although he did not say it aloud, his expression said this.
Did you come to have some fun again?
Cho Somi, paralyzed with fear, could not face him.
Yang Jong’s gaze turned toward Lee Jaseung.
“Wait? I have seen you somewhere.”
After staring at Lee Jaseung’s face intently for a moment, he soon realized he was the man from the woodworking shop who had brought the cart a few days ago.
“I see. The woodworking shop! Hahaha, you are the guy who was pulling the cart.”
Yang Jong, who was snickering as his tension relaxed, soon wore a puzzled expression.
The combination of a woodworking laborer and Cho Somi was an ill-suited one.
“What business brings you here?”
At Yang Jong’s question, Lee Jaseung asked back calmly.
“I wonder why we came?”
Then Yang Jong wore an expression that said 'look at this bastard'.
In the meantime, five men gathered there. Since it was evening, there were no regular students, and only those with deep relations to this martial arts hall remained.
The ones who showed themselves now were all Yang Jong’s limbs. They were not disciples of an ordinary hall, but those who had committed all sorts of bad deeds under the orders of the Yang Pae father and son.
Naturally, they knew what Yang Jong had done to Cho Somi. Because he had babbled about it proudly while drinking that night.
Lee Jaseung could tell from their expressions that they all knew.
“So everyone knew.”
At Lee Jaseung’s words, everyone snickered and laughed.
In particular, Yang Jong was completely relaxed. Because he had nothing to fear in front of an eleven-year-old kid he had violated and a laborer who just carried goods for a woodworking shop.
As even more men gathered, Cho Somi lowered her head further. She had been confident until she arrived, but upon actually seeing Yang Jong’s face, her head spun and her heart beat as if it would burst. She felt nauseous as if she would vomit the food in her stomach at any moment.
Yang Jong slowly approached Cho Somi.
Lee Jaseung just watched what he was doing. Dealing with Yang Jong was something she had to overcome.
Yang Jong spoke as if whispering in Cho Somi’s ear.
“You missed me a lot, did you not? Shall we do it again?”
He spoke as if whispering, but the sound was quite loud so that everyone around could hear.
The men snickered and laughed.
Cho Somi closed her eyes tightly. The fine hairs on her body stood on end. It felt as if hundreds of caterpillars were crawling over her whole body.
Her head spun as if she would collapse right there. Her whole body trembled. The wooden sword in her hand grew heavy as if she would drop it soon.
It was then. Like a single ray of light piercing through dark clouds, a transmission reached her.
— Take a deep breath.
Cho Somi opened her eyes. It was the first time she had heard a voice transmission. It was as if another person's words were echoing inside her head.
— Slowly, take a deep breath.
When she realized the owner of the voice was Lee Jaseung, she looked at him with a surprised face.
Upon seeing his calm face, Cho Somi’s heart also stabilized as if by magic.
Because it was a transmission, the effect was even greater.
The voice sounded as if it were echoing in a cave, giving the impression that it was speaking to her from the heavens.
— Recall the training we did. Every single form.
Cho Somi closed her eyes and recalled the training. Recalling the forms stabilized her heart even more.
— And think about why we came here.
When Cho Somi, who had been trembling, regained her stability, Yang Jong wore a puzzled expression.
Cho Somi looked at Yang Jong. She did not tremble as she had before. She mustered her courage and spoke.
“I came to kill you.”
Yang Jong looked down at Cho Somi with an expression as if it were absurd. Boisterous laughter broke out from the surroundings.
For a very brief moment, Yang Jong grew tense. The moment she spat out the words that she came to kill him, he had seen a certain intense will in Cho Somi’s pupils.
It was a feeling that could not be easily mocked, so his heart felt chilled for an instant.
Slap!
The next moment, Cho Somi flew through the air and rolled on the ground.
Yang Jong had slapped her cheek mercilessly, and she had failed to dodge it.
Lee Jaseung did not block it for her.
Cho Somi, who had fallen to the ground, stood up abruptly faster than expected.
Looking at her, Lee Jaseung asked.
“How do you feel?”
“The feeling is filthy but…… it is bearable.”
Rather, after being hit once, her mind grew sharp.
Lee Jaseung smirked. It would be good if she could fight and win without being hit once, but that might not be the case. He thought it was not bad to get hit once before the real fight broke out.
Cho Somi pointed her wooden sword at Yang Jong.
“I think you deserve to die.”
Laughter broke out again from all sides.
“Hahahaha!”
“This stinking young bitch has gone crazy it seems.”
“Let us strip her naked and play with her!”
“Hey, decide the order first!”
The men spat out dirty words.
Yang Jong laughed coldly and drew a sword from his waist.
“This retarded bitch. You have finally lost your mind huh.”
He pointed the sword, which emitted a sharp aura, at Cho Somi’s neck.
“Shall I slice this bitch's throat? Or shall I strip her naked and throw her to the beggar gangs under the bridge?”
Then the men shouted.
“Give her to us first!”
“It is a waste to give her to beggars.”
Poisonous malice dwelled in Cho Somi’s eyes.
The chill felt at her neck.
And the vitriol from Yang Jong and the men.
It was not something an eleven-year-old girl could endure.
However, this eleven-year-old girl was no ordinary girl.
She was a girl who had tasted pitch-black hell and had learned martial arts from Lee Jaseung.
‘Yes, I will do it! I can do it!’
The moment she made up her mind, her body moved.
Tang! Shing! Thud!
Three sounds occurred in succession.
Cho Somi struck away Yang Jong’s sword with her wooden sword and then thrust it directly toward Yang Jong’s stomach.
The thud was, naturally, the sound coming from Yang Jong’s stomach.
Yang Jong, who took five or six steps backward, spat out curses from his mouth.
“Fucking hell!”
He had been hit properly while being off guard.
Yang Jong’s eyes rolled back.
“I will tear your whole body into pieces!”
Whish!
Yang Jong lunged while swinging his sword grandly.
By that time, Lee Jaseung’s transmission had already been delivered to Cho Somi’s head.
— Only as you learned.
Since she could not perform transmissions, Cho Somi shouted “Yes” loudly out of her mouth.
It braced Cho Somi’s heart like a battle cry.
Even though Yang Jong was acting insolently like a prince, his skill was not actually that grand.
How fast could a profligate bastard who spent his time indulging in women and pleasure be?
Cho Somi dodged the sword that flew in.
When she dodged the first attack, Yang Jong swung his sword like a madman.
Cho Somi dodged the sword. As she operated her footwork just as she learned from Lee Jaseung, she was able to dodge the attacks as if by magic. She gained confidence.
Swish! Whish!
Cho Somi, who was dodging the sword, thrust her sword again mercilessly.
Thack!
The wooden sword struck his knee, and the following strike hit Yang Jong’s jaw this time.
As he allowed attacks in succession, Yang Jong slumped down. Cho Somi did not stop her attack. To begin with, Lee Jaseung had taught her forms that could push an opponent mercilessly.
Cho Somi utilized the form to be delivered when the opponent fell.
Craaaack!
The wooden sword she brought down struck Yang Jong’s head as if to split it.
She thrilled at the heavy impact felt from the tip of the sword. She felt as if she would fly away at the thought that she was beating Yang Jong.
A scream burst from Yang Jong’s mouth.
“Aaaaaargh!”
Only then did the onlookers realize the seriousness of the situation. At first, they only thought Yang Jong was playing with Cho Somi.
“Help the Young Master!”
“Kill that bitch!”
The men who were watching lunged. They drew their swords and tried to cut Cho Somi down mercilessly.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
The men simultaneously clutched their necks and fell backward.
Daggers thrown by Lee Jaseung were lodged in their necks.
Only one man survived. The bastard stepped back and then ran into the building while screaming.
Lee Jaseung did not stop that. He left him alive to do that job.
After all, if you catch the dog, you must also meet the dog's owner.
In the meantime, Cho Somi’s attacks were continuing.
Thud, thud, thud!
The wooden sword struck Yang Jong’s head and shoulders in succession.
If she were hitting him consciously, Cho Somi would not have been able to hit him like this. Because no matter how strong her hatred was, she was a young girl.
However, what Cho Somi was manifesting now were forms.
As if he had anticipated that such a situation would come, the forms Lee Jaseung taught her were designed to attack Yang Jong endlessly.
Thack! Thack!
Yang Jong, whose shoulders and head were struck in succession, fell backward just as he was.
Only then did Cho Somi stop her attack. The forms she had learned were finished.
She felt the frustration that had been tightly knotted in her chest clear away refreshingly.
Now she was no longer afraid of Yang Jong. She felt as if she would no longer dream the nightmares that had tormented her all night.
Her two hands were trembling. They were not trembling because she was afraid, but because she was excited. They were trembling because she was happy.
This was the first time in her life she had beaten a person. And so mercilessly at that.
Yang Jong was not yet dead. The forms were sophisticated, but her strength was still lacking.
Bleeding profusely from his head, Yang Jong shouted.
“This bitch! Who do you think you are dealing with! I will kill you!”
He bellowed at the top of his lungs.
“Father! Father! Save me!”
Covered in blood and bellowing like a madman, his appearance was truly an eyesore.
Yang Pae, his father, ran out from inside the building.
He first scanned the situation on the grounds. Fortunately, his son was not yet dead.
Looking at Cho Somi, who held a wooden sword in front of his son, he shouted.
“What do you dare think you’re doing, you little bitch?”
His voice, loaded with Inner Qi, echoed loudly through the grounds. Simultaneously, he shot a streak of cold killing intent toward Cho Somi.