Chapter 183
'So this was the identity of the thick demonic aura!'
When the zombies and demonic beasts appeared in the rear ranks, Baek In-hwa realized why he had felt an ominous energy.
But leaving his thoughts behind, he immediately tried to fly to the rear ranks.
It was clear that the late-stage masters who had not experienced a great demonic beast battle would be flustered, so he had intended to step in and lend his strength.
But.
—Kwa-a-a-a-ak!
Baek In-hwa could not move.
Because as soon as the demonic beasts appeared from the rear ranks, the blood zombies and demonic beasts had appeared simultaneously from the front and the sides.
'I was careless. This is their home base. I should have expected a pincer movement using the terrain!'
It was not only Baek In-hwa who trembled with bewilderment.
Zhuge Hyuk clicked his tongue at the opponent's meticulousness, and the masters, including Abbess Hongryeon, raised their internal energy and entered a battle stance.
Just then.
"Sect Leader Baek. You will deal with the demonic beasts in the front. The monks of our cult will circulate the front and sides of the procession and unfold their spells!"
The six monks of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Hall said to Baek In-hwa.
"I understand!"
It was a fortunate thing.
Although he had not confirmed the magical power of the monks of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Hall, Baek In-hwa had acquired the divine skill of being able to guess their abilities just by looking at their faces, so he was confident that they were very outstanding sorcerers and nodded with a brightened face.
At the same time.
Pa-pa-pat—
The monks of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Hall scattered in all directions and flew like arrows...
The silver bracelet that was on Baek In-hwa's wrist.
The magical treasure that contained the miraculous power to drive out evil energy began to vibrate with a clear sound.
Soon, a green light exploded from the bracelet and was shot towards the zombies and demonic beasts in the front.
***
'Crazy!'
Han Baek, who had flown like a tiger towards the monster in front of him and had scattered his sword light, could not help but be astonished.
The Human-Faced Spider.
He had heard of it, but this was the first time he had actually witnessed it.
But Han Baek was not intimidated.
Even a demonic beast would eventually die if it was broken and torn.
Therefore, he had unleashed his sword ki and had made a cool preemptive strike.
Unfortunately, the hide of the Human-Faced Spider had a hardness that was close to steel.
On the contrary, the hand of Han Baek, who had launched the attack, could not overcome the rebound force and trembled.
If he had not trained the Iron Sand Palm to death under So-ah's guidance, Han Baek's hand would have been broken...
'Dammit!'
But there was no time to dwell on the attack that had come to nothing.
The disappointment was only for a moment.
Soon, the Human-Faced Spider, to swallow the body of Han Baek, whose balance had been disturbed, opened its terrible mouth wide and approached.
"Is this bastard crazy?"
Han Baek drew his eyebrows into an eight and drew his sword horizontally towards the mouth of the Human-Faced Spider, and at the same time, he pulled his body back.
But the ranks of the demonic beasts were a place of death.
A cold and gloomy demonic aura poured from the back of his neck.
Goosebumps rose on Han Baek's body.
When he looked back, a blood zombie with sharp blue claws and terrible poisonous fangs was approaching like a flash of lightning.
'I'm f*cked...'
Only then did Han Baek blame himself for his carelessness.
There was no way out no matter where he looked.
In the front was the Human-Faced Spider.
On the sides and in the rear were the blood zombies.
Even if he attacked one place, he would eventually expose his blind spot, and even if he did not die, he would not be able to avoid a serious injury.
Just then.
With a huge roar that adorned the mountains, wasn't the head of the blood zombie that Han Baek was looking at shattering into pieces?
And...
"I told you to listen, didn't I? Why are you acting so carelessly, you brat!"
The person who appeared in front of Han Baek, kicking the body of the zombie whose neck had been severed, was,
"Brother Namgung!"
Namgung Mun.
"Let's get some distance first!"
Soon, Namgung Mun and Han Baek, to escape from the wide-area attack of the Human-Faced Spider, flew with the skill of the Bow Body Bullet Shadow.
This Bow Body Bullet Shadow was also a divine skill that he had acquired by being beaten to a pulp by So-ah on a rainy day at Manhwa-bong.
"Han Baek. Get a grip. Did you learn to die by acting alone, or did you not?"
"Brother Namgung..."
"Let's see each other alive, you punk!"
Namgung Mun, who said that, once again re-gripped his sword and raised his fighting spirit.
'Yes... I had forgotten because Brother Jin was such a monster... but the original number one late-stage master of the martial world was Brother Namgung...'
Han Baek was once again reminded of what kind of person Namgung Mun was.
In that moment.
"Ugh! Aren't you going to get a grip?"
"Let's get a grip, Han Baek."
"If Senior Brother So-ah were here, you would have been beaten to death by his hand."
"Tsk-tsk. We have to fight together, together. Don't you know what it means to be one body and one mind?"
"If you want to die, what can't you do, what can't you do!"
At some point, all the In-dan friends came over, holding their respective weapons, and chided him.
Han Baek grinned.
And then,
"I'm sorry, my friends! Now! Then let's go crush some zombie heads!"
He once again followed Namgung Mun, burning with fighting spirit.
'Somehow that... it sounds like a line I've heard a lot...'
His friends, looking at Han Baek's back, were reminded of So-ah.
***
"What?!"
Bang Bong-seok.
At the age of 43, he was a gangster who had been a martial artist, having learned martial arts for over a decade at a martial arts school in the Sichuan region in his youth.
Usually, gangsters do not know martial arts.
Because those who have learned martial arts learn what is called a sense of justice, it is common for them not to become gangsters, even if it is out of shame.
Moreover, although the word 'martial artist' seemed vague, in fact, if you learned martial arts, you did not have to worry about making a living.
Because you could become a guard for a merchant group, receive a personal security request, or get a job as a guard for a great family and live without envying others.
Therefore, there was no reason for a person who had learned orthodox martial arts to act as a gangster.
But nevertheless, Bang Bong-seok had become a gangster.
Because he was a brat who had no conscience, and he had a nature that did not know shame from birth, and he also had a lot of tyrannical tendencies.
"You f*cking idiots! You can't even handle one of those f*cking brats, and you come back beaten like a dog? Are you guys even members of the Daeho-pa?"
Bang Bong-seok poured out curses at the managers of the Yeongwol-ru who had come back beaten to a pulp.
"Boss! That... he wasn't an ordinary brat! He was a brat who had learned martial arts!"
"And it wasn't one brat, but two..."
His subordinates protested.
Bang Bong-seok's brow furrowed.
'Ugh... a brat who has learned martial arts... surely, he's not a master, right? A master wouldn't put a hair in his food at a brothel and cause a scene, right?'
Yes.
Even if he was a brat who had learned martial arts, there was no need to be scared.
Bang Bong-seok, who had finished his calculations, grabbed his great saber and shouted.
"Gather all the kids. We're going to the Yeongwol-ru!"
At that,
'Shit... he's scared too...'
The younger brothers who had been cursed at began to badmouth their boss inwardly, but since they could not dare to show it,
"Uh... boss!"
"What?!"
"That brat said."
"What?!"
"He said to tell you..."
"Ah, so what is it, you bastard."
"He said to come with all the house documents, land documents, and all your assets in advance... then he would beat you a little less..."
He had just conveyed So-ah's words.
"You crazy bastard!"
"Ouch!"
He had conveyed it for nothing.
Because he had been hit again on the part that So-ah had hit.
***
"Is it you?"
According to what he had heard, the members of the Daeho-pa were about 50 in number.
But the men that the boss, Bang Bong-seok, had brought were a whopping 70 in number...
'He's gathered all the neighborhood thugs. The bastard... he's a coward.'
So-ah realized that Bang Bong-seok was a chicken-hearted person who was not like a gangster and smiled.
"Kekeke... yes. It's me, you punk!"
"Are you, by any chance, crazy to die?"
"No?"
"Then why did you do this?"
"Just because?"
So-ah's attitude towards Bang Bong-seok was as relaxed as an adult teasing the hot-headedness of a childish teenager.
Bang Bong-seok clenched his fists, which were three or four times the size of an ordinary person's, and glared.
But even at his furious appearance, So-ah was just calm...
"Bong-seok-ah."
"...?!"
In an instant, Bang Bong-seok doubted his ears.
"I beat some brats because they were gangsters, and I beat some brats because they were eunuchs. And I beat some brats just because I didn't like their faces! The brats who were beaten by me and cried and begged for their lives are sitting in a four-row column and are doing two laps around the main training ground of the Martial Alliance headquarters by number. But I don't have much time right now. It's a good opportunity, right? So just give me the assets of the Daeho-pa and one arm each."
"..."
Even a threat has to have a minimum of plausibility to work.
But in this young brat's threat, there was no plausibility to be found, even if you washed your eyes.
Bang Bong-seok's anger rose with the momentum to pierce his head and ascend.
"Gal!!! I've lived my life, but this is the first time I've seen such a crazy bastard! How dare you talk nonsense here? Are you really..."
"Again, again! That damn 'gal'! How come you villains never deviate from expectations? And 'gal'! Aren't you a little young to be doing this? You look like you're just over forty. You're already saying things that corpses should be saying. You're insolent!"
"Y-You...!"
'Crazy...'
'What the hell is that bastard's identity?'
'He's a real mad dog, isn't he?'
The faces of the members of the Daeho-pa, who were watching the two's argument, turned white.
Because it was the first time in their lives that they had seen a brat who was so good at arguing.
Of course.
'He's an enemy, but he's pitiful...'
Jeon Woo-chi, who was currently guessing Bang Bong-seok's feelings, even felt a sense of pity.
"I'll count to ten, so give me an answer within that time. Do as I say. Or take a good shit of blood."
"..."
Bang Bong-seok was so dumbfounded that he couldn't even answer.
But unfortunately, So-ah's number game soon continued.
"One..."
"Two..."
'Is he really a madman?!'
In the end, Bang Bong-seok could not overcome his anger and swung his great saber to make a preemptive strike.
...No!
He was about to.
"Ten!"
"...?!"
The number that So-ah was counting had changed from two to ten without any basis.
At the same time,
A sledgehammer...
Like So-ah's fist was slammed into Bang Bong-seok's head.
"Kwa-a-a-a-ak!"
It was slammed so hard that although the part that was hit was his head, blood was flowing from his nose, ears, and mouth.
'B-But it was supposed to be three... it became ten right away?'
Jeon Woo-chi trembled at 'So-ah's miraculous number game'.
***
"Groin!"
"A-heuk...!"
"Head!"
"Kwa-a-a-ak!"
"Solar plexus, f*cking hard!"
"Ku-we-e-e-e-ek!"
He thought it was a clone technique.
No, wasn't it really a clone technique?
The time it took to make all the 70-odd giants fall like rotten old trees was a moment.
The battle was already tilted.
It was not just tilted, but it had completely laid down.
Nevertheless, So-ah did not seem to have any intention of stopping the beating and was constantly beating the bodies of the gangsters with excitement.
"Now! This time, it's the jaw, okay?"
"H-Hee-ik!"
Bang Bong-seok, who was scared by So-ah's assault, crossed his two arms and covered his jaw.
But the fist that was flying towards his jaw, in front of him, turned like a mirage and headed for his head...
"A-a-a-a-a-ak!"
'You son of a bitch! You definitely said it was the jaw!!'
He was even having such childish thoughts now.
But he did not dare to resist.
What resistance?
He hadn't been able to hit him even once, and in less than a moment, 70 people had been turned into a bloody mess.
At this moment, in the eyes of the gangsters, So-ah was a yaksha of hell, and a 'mad dog' who had descended from the sky.
"Please... spare me... please... sob, sob..."
Bang Bong-seok had no guts.
Although he had once annihilated the gangsters of the Liaoning Triad, those brats were at least not this pathetic.
It seemed that the Daeho-pa was not an orthodox gangster, but just a low-level neighborhood thug.
"Now we can talk. Then you guys will tell me all the assets you have and cut off one arm each. So you can't be gangsters again. Also, from today, the Daeho-pa will be completely disbanded and will leave the land of Sichuan. Got it?"
So-ah glared and said to the gangsters who were rolling on the floor.
At that,
"Sob... sir... then... how are we supposed to live... not only are we leaving our hometown as cripples without an arm... if we give you all our assets... we...!"
Bang Bong-seok burst into tears.
It was a desperate plea to at least let him live.
"Yes. Good! You guys are human too."
"Th-Then?!"
"I'll let you live."
Was this the punishment of the extremely wicked people who had traded in human lives?
Or was it a scene of a miserable personality assassination?
Watching So-ah's merciless abusive language and violence, Jeon Woo-chi,
'My goodness... is that even a thing to say... phew...!'
Was so dumbfounded that he was at a loss for words.
It was a clear handling of the matter by the top authority in this field.
(End of Chapter)