Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 220 : Pressing Down

"You crazy bastard."

Bae Min drew his sword.

In that instant, with a *pit!* sound, the head of the horse Bae Min was riding fell.

It was cut so cleanly that Bae Min hesitated for a moment. But that was only for a moment.

As blood spurted from the horse's neck, Bae Min was startled and got off the horse.

"Hmph!"

As the horse with its neck cut fell with a *thump!*, Bae Min looked back and forth between his horse and Jin Sa-wol with a hardened expression.

"You were a guy with a move!"

Bae Min frowned as he saw the sword in Jin Sa-wol's hand.

His subordinates stepped forward.

"How dare this bastard draw his sword!"

"You bastard!"

As the warriors who were sitting on their horses all drew their swords at once, dozens of silver lines appeared in all directions.

They were lines as if white paper had been cut randomly. As the lines passed the horses, blood spurted and the horses fell.

*Thump!*

As the horses fell one after another, the warriors of the Sword Wind Hall were startled and got off the ground.

"I wondered who it was, but it was Jin Sa-wol of the Gangnam Grand Inn."

Since Bae Min had seen him in Guguang, he remembered his face and said. The moment the name Jin Sa-wol came out, a murmuring sound was heard from the surroundings.

"Is it that Jin Sa-wol of the Demonic Cult?"

"They say he killed hundreds of people. He uses a fast sword like a ghost and likes blood, so they call him the Demonic Sword Ghost."

"They say he turned the Demonic Cult into a sea of blood."

As if the story about Jin Sa-wol had already been transmitted to the Martial Alliance, the warriors of the Sword Wind Hall had surprised expressions.

Sun Muk, who was sitting in the carriage, also showed a smile when he heard Jin Sa-wol's name and asked Seo Mun-ryeon.

"Was the one you were waiting for that Jin Sa-wol of the Gangnam Grand Inn?"

"Yes."

"Pfft! I thought you had prepared something great."

At Sun Muk's words, Seo Mun-ryeon smiled. Sun Muk had not properly grasped the opponent. That would be a gap.

Bae Min, outside the carriage, made a fist and greeted politely, unlike before.

"I am Bae Min, the master of the Sword Wind Hall."

The Sword Wind Hall Master was Buk Myeong-woo, but since he was dead, it was natural for his successor to become the master.

Since Jin Sa-wol was not very interested in a person named Bae Min, he just nodded.

It could have looked arrogant. But just by looking at the dead horses, he was a master who used a fast sword that he could not handle. He could not treat him rashly.

Jin Sa-wol said with his sword lowered.

"Next, it won't be a horse, but a person's neck that will fall."

At Jin Sa-wol's words, Bae Min instinctively touched his neck with a *swish*. Bae Min, who had confirmed that his neck was attached, showed a cool expression.

No matter how much the opponent was a master who had gained fame in the Demonic Cult, he was a person who had just started to make a name for himself in the martial world. There was no reason he couldn't win. On top of that, with so many Sword Wind Hall warriors here, there was no reason to be intimidated by the opponent.

"Are you saying you'll face all of us?"

"If necessary."

Jin Sa-wol answered in a calm voice.

Bae Min didn't like that.

"You must want to die."

Bae Min showed a strong killing intent, burning with fighting spirit. He raised his sword to shoulder height and prepared for Jin Sa-wol's fast sword.

Just then, Sun Muk opened the door of the carriage and stepped out.

"Stop."

At his voice, Bae Min and the warriors of the Sword Wind Hall retreated.

Sun Muk made a fist and greeted Jin Sa-wol.

"I am Sun Muk of the Martial Arts Garden of the Martial Alliance. We met briefly in the alliance, do you remember?"

"It's a face I remember."

Since Jin Sa-wol was speaking informally, Sun Muk's expression hardened. Because he was in a bad mood.

"Do you think the Hao Faction Master is here?"

"Here!"

In that instant, Seo Mun-ryeon's voice popped out of the carriage. Jin Sa-wol nodded, and Son Muk scratched his cheek and said again.

"She was there."

Son Muk asked Jin Sa-wol with an awkward expression.

"What is your relationship with the Hao Faction Master? Why are you risking your life for the Hao Faction Master? A lover? There's nothing else to explain it... I'm curious about the reason."

Seeing Son Muk, who was asking and answering by himself, Jin Sa-wol felt that he was a different person from Zhuge Qing.

Son Muk asked a question and answered it himself.

"Is it like a one-sided love? Are you perhaps in love with the Hao Faction Master?"

When Son Muk asked again, this time, Jin Sa-wol asked.

"Why is the Martial Alliance taking the Hao Faction Master? Is it because she has committed a crime? Or is Wonju Son in love with the Hao Faction Master?"

"Hahahaha!"

When Jin Sa-wol asked, Son Muk laughed loudly. Son Muk, who showed a relaxed smile, said to Jin Sa-wol with an amused face.

"The Hao Faction has been handing over our alliance's important secrets to the Demonic Cult for a long time. It's a sufficient reason to arrest them. Also, the Hao Faction has been kidnapping not only martial artists but also commoners and selling them to the Demonic Cult. The number is in the thousands. Dozens of human traffickers and slave traders of the Hao Faction are disturbing the world, so we can't just leave them be. For that reason, we are escorting the Hao Faction Master to the alliance."

When Cheon Yu-myeong was the Demonic Cult Leader, the Hao Faction had handed over many ordinary people to the Demonic Cult using slave traders.

Jin Sa-wol also knew that. Since he was telling the truth, Jin Sa-wol couldn't think of anything to defend the Hao Faction Master.

Of course, that incident had no connection with Seo Mun-ryeon. It was not something Seo Mun-ryeon had ordered, and at that time, Seo Mun-ryeon had not been involved in that matter.

'He's not easy.'

It was not difficult to use force. But if he killed them, he would become an enemy of the Martial Alliance.

Although he was not afraid of the Martial Alliance, if he became an enemy of the Martial Alliance in a situation where he had to move, he could not move the Thousand Gold Vault.

So he had only threatened the warriors of the Sword Wind Hall.

Of course, the Sword Wind Hall and Son Muk did not know Jin Sa-wol's deep meaning.

"I think this is a sufficient reason, do you have anything to say? What is the reason you're trying to take the Hao Faction Master? I don't think I've heard the answer yet."

As Son Muk's expression turned cold, Jin Sa-wol answered in an indifferent tone.

"She is a very important friend to me."

"A friend? It's not enough. I can't hand over the Hao Faction Master for that."

"Are you saying we should see blood?"

"If you want to take the Hao Faction Master, there must be a reasonable reason. If I ask, should I just say 'I understand' and hand her over?"

Son Muk crossed his arms behind his back as if he had finished speaking. Jin Sa-wol said again.

"Let's do it with a martial arts contest."

"A martial arts contest?"

"If I win a martial arts contest with Master Bae, I will take the Hao Faction Master."

At Jin Sa-wol's words, Son Muk shook his head.

"I refuse."

Son Muk had no reason to have a martial arts contest with Jin Sa-wol. Bae Min stepped forward.

"I am confident."

Bae Min, the master of the Sword Wind Hall, was confident that he would never lose to Jin Sa-wol.

He had trained in martial arts at the Baekgeomun for many years, and although he was dead, he was a master who had been acknowledged by Buk Myeong-woo.

He had become the master of the Sword Wind Hall because he had the ability. But there was no reason not to have a martial arts contest with Jin Sa-wol, who had just started to gain fame.

But Son Muk's thoughts were different.

Even if the rumors from the Demonic Cult were not true, there was no harm in being careful. On top of that, he had to think about the relationship between the inn and the Alliance Leader.

"The rumors in the martial world are often exaggerated. Although he has a conspicuous fast sword, there is no reason I can't win. We must correct his habit of ignoring our alliance."

Bae Min raised his voice and showed his confidence.

"Step back."

Son Muk ignored Bae Min and, with a cool expression, turned his eyes to Jin Sa-wol.

"If you want to take the Hao Faction Master, take her by force. Wasn't that the martial world? If you take her by force, I will also have something to say to the alliance."

"That's what I wanted."

At Sun Muk's story, Jin Sa-wol, without realizing it, showed a fishy smile. It was a very fleeting moment, and Sun Muk felt a heterogeneous feeling.

'Demonic energy?'

He frowned at the cool and sticky prayer he had never felt before in his life.

Sun Muk, who had retreated, said to the smiling Bae Min, who was showing a killing intent.

"It's okay to kill him."

"As you command."

Bae Min answered and then held out his sword to Jin Sa-wol.

"I don't know what trick you used to deceive our eyes, but you won't be able to do that now. If you apologize for your rudeness and ask for forgiveness now, I will show you mercy."

If he were a master, he would have recognized how dangerous Jin Sa-wol's fast sword was. But Bae Min was not a master of that level.

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, if it was against common sense, he was at a level where he thought it was a lie or a trick.

Jin Sa-wol raised his sword as if he had already made up his mind.

"I won't kill you."

"You funny bastard. Attack!"

Bae Min, dumbfounded, chuckled and then raised his hand. As he raised his hand and the shout 'attack!' erupted, blood spurted from Bae Min's left knee.

Thwack!

It felt like a sharp awl was stabbing his knee.

Bae Min's eyes widened. In his eyes, he saw about ten of his subordinates surrounding Jin Sa-wol and rushing at him at once.

"Tsk! What happened?"

As the strength left his left leg, he staggered and sat down. In the meantime, he saw the ten or so who had rushed at Jin Sa-wol all sitting down at once.

"Kraaak!"

"Uwaaaak!"

"Fuck, my foot! My foot!"

They all fell, holding their left feet. Some had their insteps and knees stabbed, and some had their thighs and knees stabbed.

The common point was the knee.

Jin Sa-wol had stabbed their knees with the Yuseom Sword and had stabbed their insteps or thighs to give them more pain.

He did not kill them.

"This bastard!"

As one of the seated warriors swung his sword, Jin Sa-wol stabbed his shoulder. Although he had stabbed him very slowly, to the opponent, it had looked like lightning.

It seemed something had flashed, and a hole was drilled in his shoulder.

"Kraaak!"

"Attack!"

Bae Min shouted. The remaining members of the Sword Wind Hall all rushed at Jin Sa-wol at once.

Jin Sa-wol's afterimage had increased to about twenty. The movement was very smooth and was like a gurgling stream.

The members of the Sword Wind Hall who had surrounded him sat down, screaming, and their number continued to increase.

"Kraaak!"

"Fuck! You dog bastard!"

"Where is it? Where is it coming from!"

"It's a trick! It's demonic arts! Demonic arts! He's a Demonic Cult bastard!"

"Ack!"

The member of the Sword Wind Hall who had fallen with a single scream cried as he saw a hole drilled in his right knee. It seemed it would take at least a year to heal completely.

Jin Sa-wol drew a large semicircle from left to right, broke the encirclement of the Sword Wind Hall, and faced them all.

His sword was very kind, and he stabbed the knees and thighs of the people who were close to him in order.

Those whose shoulders or hands were stabbed or cut were the unlucky ones. After that, as countless phantoms faced the numerous members of the Sword Wind Hall at once, Son Muk shouted.

"Stop!"

As his shout erupted, the members of the Sword Wind Hall all retreated. On the ground, about a hundred members were sitting or lying down. Their groans and curses were still continuing.

Jin Sa-wol approached Bae Min, who was sitting on the floor and staring blankly at him.

Bae Min glanced at Jin Sa-wol's sword.

'There's no blood?'

Not a single drop of blood was on Jin Sa-wol's Yuseom Sword. It was an unbelievable situation.

Although he had stabbed so many people, his sword was clean.

"Demonic Sword Ghost..."

He seemed to know why people called the demonic sword a ghost.

Jin Sa-wol stopped right next to Bae Min. Although Bae Min flinched, he trembled quietly as if he had given up the thought of resisting.

Jin Sa-wol looked at Son Muk and asked.

"Is it already over?"

(End of Chapter)