Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 208 : Am I Good? Am I Evil? (3)

The friend of yesterday becomes the enemy of today in the martial world.

Because such things are commonplace, the people of the martial world have left the words to be careful of friends.

There are no true friends...

But if there are no true friends, is there anything sadder than that?

No one wanted a lonely life.

The person who was trying to live a lonely life now was not Jin Sa-wol, but Na Hyeon-gi. He was trying to become alone by abandoning the person who had understood him.

Jin Sa-wol wanted to ignore Na Hyeon-gi's words.

The friend who had informed him of his danger in the Ghost Spirit Valley was Na Hyeon-gi. Everyone recalls memories of their childhood and remembers the things of their childhood.

It was the same for Jin Sa-wol.

Although life in the Ghost Spirit Valley was not easy, it was also true that it was dangerous. If it weren't for Na Hyeon-gi's help, he wouldn't have been able to stand in this place now.

As that thought came to him, he frowned.

"Don't order me around."

The moment Jin Sa-wol's words ended, Na Hyeon-gi's sword turned into dozens and stabbed Jin Sa-wol's whole body.

It was the moment when dozens of swords appeared and covered Jin Sa-wol. But what came next was even more surprising.

Jin Sa-wol, as if he had expected Na Hyeon-gi's surprise attack, moved his sword and blocked it.

Clang! Clang!

With the sound of metal, Na Hyeon-gi's figure was pushed back.

Na Hyeon-gi had unfolded the Hundred Ghost Killing Sword with nine-tenths of his internal energy, but he could not even cut Jin Sa-wol's collar.

Na Hyeon-gi's eyes widened.

"You've grown a lot."

Jin Sa-wol threw a word and then, carrying Gung Ma-yeop, kicked the ground and jumped up.

Whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol, who had flown into the air, jumped over the wall at a high speed.

Na Hyeon-gi, who was watching him, stood still with a hardened expression.

'You worthless bastard.'

Na Hyeon-gi had an angry face because Jin Sa-wol had refused his order. And he had clearly realized that Jin Sa-wol was not a person he could order around.

Dokgo Hyeon, who was watching the situation from the roof, raised his hand for an all-out attack. It was to take care of Seo Mun Ga-jeong and Na Hyeon-gi at this opportunity.

But Mun-gang stopped him.

"It would be better to watch today."

"Why is that?"

Dokgo Hyeon looked at Mun-gang, who was stopping him from doing as he pleased, with a displeased face.

Mun-gang shook his head.

"The martial arts of that person named Jin Sa-wol are higher than expected. It seems he is not at a similar level to Gung Ma-yeop, but one level above. He said he had driven out the Cult Leader, and it seems it was not a lie. On top of that, since Gung Ma-yeop got out alive... for now, Gung Ma-yeop is the priority."

"Hmm..."

As Mun-gang said, Gung Ma-yeop had luckily survived.

But he would take a step back from this fight.

"Nothing will change."

Dokgo Hyeon put strength into his voice, as if he had no intention of missing the current opportunity.

Mun-gang also showed a hardened expression.

"They are preparing for our attack. Seo Mun Ga-jeong has also hidden his appearance."

As Mun-gang said, Na Hyeon-gi was preparing for Dokgo Hyeon's betrayal. Seo Mun Ga-jeong had hidden himself just in case and was not visible to Dokgo Hyeon's eyes.

'You snake-like bastard.'

Hearing Mun-gang's words, Dokgo Hyeon jumped with an expression that said there was nothing wrong with being cautious.

"Let's go down."

As he unfolded his lightness skill and flew with a whoosh!, Mun-gang followed him.

Na Hyeon-gi was standing two zhang in front of Dokgo Hwi. Next to Dokgo Hwi, Dokgo Hye and the warriors of the Dokgo family were standing, and numerous Demonic Cult members were surrounding Na Hyeon-gi in the center like a folding screen.

As Jin Sa-wol and Gung Ma-yeop disappeared, a crisis had come.

But Na Hyeon-gi's face was relaxed. The situation would change depending on how they came out.

Rather, if they attacked, it could be an even better situation. Seo Mun Ga-jeong's figure had disappeared at some point. He had retreated to wait for the right time.

"Are you okay?"

As Na Hyeon-gi asked and took a step closer, the warriors of the Dokgo family blocked Dokgo Hwi's front.

As Dokgo Hye shook her head and moved her hand, the warriors of the Dokgo family retreated to the left and right.

Dokgo Hye had a peaceful expression because she had confirmed that Dokgo Hwi was safe.

"I'm fine. Rather than that, why did you let him run away?"

"It wasn't running away, but retreating. Do they look like people who would run away?"

Jin Sa-wol was not a person who would run away. He had only retreated because of Gung Ma-yeop, and if he had made up his mind, he would have continued to fight.

"They could be a future problem."

"Who are you talking about? Jin Sa-un? Or Gung Ma-yeop?"

"Both."

"Even if we chase them, it's useless. They'll all die."

Na Hyeon-gi thought he was worrying about useless things. In any case, if they were people who would come as enemies, they would appear after a while.

Whiririk!

Mun-gang, who had landed on the ground, rotating with a splendid body movement in the air, made a fist at Na Hyeon-gi.

"I see the head of the Na family."

At Mun-gang's greeting, Na Hyeon-gi nodded. Soon, Dokgo Hyeon landed next to him.

"It would have been good if we had killed Gung Ma-yeop, but it's a shame."

"In any case, he will die soon."

"Did you poison him?"

"I didn't feed him, but he was poisoned."

Na Hyeon-gi held up his sword and looked at the bloodstain on the tip of the sword.

At the word 'poison', the expressions of Dokgo Hyeon and Mun-gang hardened.

Na Hyeon-gi lowered his sword and said again.

"If you're thinking of killing me here, come. I'll accept."

Na Hyeon-gi looked around at the Demonic Cult members who had surrounded him and showed a smile full of killing intent.

He had had the same experience in the past.

He had been betrayed by those he had trusted, and his father had died. Because he had had that experience, he did not trust people.

The Demonic Cult was a place where betrayal was done without a second thought for one's own benefit.

Of course, the Dokgo family was less so, but less so did not mean they did not do it.

Dokgo Hyeon stepped forward.

"The head of the Na family seems to have a lot of suspicion because he has suffered a lot. Retreat!"

Dokgo Hyeon raised his hand and his voice. At that sound, the warriors who had surrounded the area all retreated behind Dokgo Hyeon.

Dokgo Hyeon showed a dignified expression that was different from before.

He exuded a confident momentum and looked at Na Hyeon-gi with eyes that glittered like a beast's.

"Do we really need to fight? For now, Gung Ma-yeop is the priority. Shouldn't we go back to the main headquarters now? The grand master's chair is still vacant."

'Is he hiding his teeth?'

At Dokgo Hyeon's smile, Na Hyeon-gi thought that he had revealed his ambition.

'He's saying we should settle it at the main headquarters.'

Na Hyeon-gi thought that Dokgo Hyeon would surely attack him. He had been preparing for that, but he was greatly disappointed when he extended his hand instead.

A fight without a cause was meaningless.

A cause would arise only when the Dokgo family attacked first. A cause to return as much as he had received.

'I'll have to retreat.'

He decided to postpone what he had prepared for now. In any case, he would not be able to pass today.

"The grand master's chair is vacant, but there is only one. I wonder who will sit."

"Let's go and decide."

At Dokgo Hyeon's answer, Na Hyeon-gi showed a smile and turned his body.

Whoosh! Na Hyeon-gi, who had kicked the ground and jumped up, disappeared at a high speed. Mun-gang moved behind him, and numerous Demonic Cult members followed.

***

The huge shadow flying in the sky was Jin Sa-wol.

He moved quickly with Gung Ma-yeop on his back. As he crossed the mountain ridge, he saw numerous warriors gathered in the valley and the surrounding forest.

They were Na Hyeon-gi's and Seo Mun Ga-jeong's subordinates, and they were in ambush.

If Dokgo Hyeon had attacked, the plan was to run away here and attack together with the ambushing subordinates.

"Hmph! What's that? A bird?"

"It's a person."

They were quite surprised to see the flying Jin Sa-wol. Since he flew about ten zhang in a single leap, he looked like a bird to their eyes.

Gung Ma-yeop, who had come to his senses when he had jumped over a mountain, said.

"Let's go to the main headquarters."

"Is the main headquarters the only safe place?"

"It's only the main headquarters. Take me to the Blood Good Palace."

"I understand. I will receive a high price for saving your life."

"I'll give you the Blood Good Palace I have. How about it?"

The Blood Good Palace was one of the most powerful places in the Demonic Cult. Under the Blood Good Palace, there were two halls, the Blood Saber Hall and the Iron Demon Hall.

All the masters were Gung Ma-yeop's disciples.

Jin Sa-wol answered as if he were dumbfounded.

"I like swords. I'll pass on the saber."

"A man should use a saber. It's a shame. Cough! Cough!"

Gung Ma-yeop's breathing, who was coughing, sounded as if his throat were full of phlegm. When Jin Sa-wol arrived at the valley, he put Gung Ma-yeop down in an open space.

Gung Ma-yeop's complexion had turned blue, and his breathing was also not good.

"Is it poison?"

"There was poison on the sword of the head of the Na family."

Gung Ma-yeop smiled. It was a face that was thinking of death.

Jin Sa-wol went behind Gung Ma-yeop, placed his palm on his Jianjing acupoint, and said.

"Circulate your qi."

"It won't be easy."

Although he said that, Gung Ma-yeop closed his eyes, practiced qi circulation, and operated the Blood Defeating Demonic Art.

Normally, since the amount of poison was small, he could have driven it out on his own. But since he was now dying, even a small amount of poison was fatal.

A small amount of true qi entered Gung Ma-yeop's Jianjing acupoint and gathered the poison upwards.

"Ugh! Kuek!"

Gung Ma-yeop, who had vomited and coughed loudly, let out a long sigh as if his stomach were relieved.

"Since I saved your life, do I become your lord?"

"I saved your life a while ago."

"Since you are my benefactor, I will serve you as my lord."

"I'll pass."

"Become the Cult Leader. I will serve you with all my heart and life."

"I won't."

At Jin Sa-wol's answer, Gung Ma-yeop grumbled and shook his head.

"You heartless bastard. Take me to the Blood Good Palace. I have to prepare for their attack."

At Gung Ma-yeop's words, Jin Sa-wol put him on his back and used his lightness skill again. Jo Geom-ok was following at a distance of about five zhang.

Gung Ma-yeop, who was on Jin Sa-wol's back, dropped the antidote he had been holding in his hand with a thud!. Because it had become useless.

It was then that Jo Geom-ok's movements paused for a moment.

Jin Sa-wol asked.

"The civil war of the Demonic Cult seems too fierce, is it normally like that?"

"When Dokgo Yang became the Cult Leader, thousands died. The Shin and Cheon families of the Six Demonic Education families rose up at that time, and the Eun and So families, who had competed with Dokgo Yang, were annihilated, and the Yaryul family also disappeared."

A smile appeared on the face of Gung Ma-yeop, who was reminiscing about the past.

"At that time, I helped Dokgo Yang and achieved many merits. The women who liked me were over a hundred. Hoo hoo hoo."

At the useless story, Jin Sa-wol did not ask any more questions and ran.

***

Boom! Thump!

"Kraaak!"

"Ugh!"

"Kill them all!"

"Kill all the men and women who hold sabers, regardless of age or gender!"

It was near the Blood Good Palace, not far from the main headquarters of the Demonic Cult. The fight was taking place in the Blood Saber Hall and the Iron Demon Hall, which were protecting the Blood Good Palace.

"Waaaaah!"

"Kill all the fucking dog bastards!"

Numerous Demonic Cult members were fighting fiercely with each other, letting out shouts.

The opposing forces had attacked, taking advantage of Gung Ma-yeop's absence.

Baek Ri-hyeok, the general manager of the Blood Good Palace, who was wearing white, was standing in the center of the main hall of the Blood Good Palace.

He, who looked to be in his mid-forties, stroked his long beard and admired the screams coming from afar.

"It's good to hear."

He was listening to the noisy noise as if it were a golden sound.

Thump!

Lee Mak-jeong, the third disciple of Gung Ma-yeop, who had turned into a bloody mess, rushed in, kicking the door of the main hall.

"Hey! You dog bastard! Are you thinking of just standing there and watching? Are you even a general manager, you worthless rat-like bastard! Is having a long beard everything!"

"I have never boasted about my beard, brother."

Since Baek Ri-hyeok was the fourth disciple, he was the junior of Lee Mak-jeong, the third disciple. Baek Ri-hyeok's eyes examined Lee Mak-jeong's clothes. It was clothes full of the blood of his enemies rather than Lee Mak-jeong's blood.

"Master ordered us not to move at all. He said the fight is just beginning."

(End of Chapter)