The sound of the woman’s groans stopped.
Seol-Hwi held the sword and looked around, noticing how the gamblers watched them with interest. He could feel the gaze of Chang Sik’s guards as well.
Seol-Hwi looked at their weapons. They had a club, a mace, and a scythe-like sword.
From the ring, which looked like a cog wheel, to dozens of blades on the tip of the club.
Just looking at them, the menacing weapons caught Seol-Hwi’s eyes.
Seol-Hwi clicked his tongue.
Ordinary people would be intimidated when they saw such weapons, but it wasn’t like that for him. In fact, he knew that such lethal weapons are rarely used by warriors in true battles.
One of the lessons he learned in the sect was that the people who use flashy weapons die at the start.
The reason why they mainly use swords, blades, fists, or daggers is to be effective in combat.
“What are you doing?”
Was it annoying seeing him just standing and looking around? Chang Sik urged him on.
At that, Seol-Hwi turned his head.
The woman in the corner. As if her nose had been broken, the woman covered her face with both hands. She remained motionless, not moving.
Seol-Hwi approached the woman, looked down on her, and asked,
“Do you realize how reckless you were?”
“How dare you waste your only life for this. Stupid!”
Seol-Hwi’s behavior seemed nonsensical to others. Well, it was because the man he was disguised as would never do something .
There were shouts from behind, but Seol-Hwi waited patiently. Because he wanted to hear her answer.
“It might look like that in your eyes, you beasts.”
Perhaps she had calmed down a little, or maybe she felt desperate, but she opened her mouth.
“I’m not only after justice for the death of my father. Even a weak girl can wield a blade, and that blade of revenge is never dull.”
“That is what brought this onto you.”
Seol-Hwi pointed the current situation out. In the end, such unrestrained emotions caused her death.
“I have no regrets. If there are any… it’s that I found out too late. If I could travel back in time, I would do the same thing again.”
“What is she saying!”
A disgruntled voice from behind.
It was a man with a chubby face and a grumpy attitude, standing next to Chang Sik.
This time the woman screamed too.
Seol-Hwi met her eyes for a moment, and when he saw her expression, he felt uneasy.
This… is she hiding her feelings?
Just a day ago, when he met her in another place, her eyes looked different. If she really is this woman who was wounded so badly, such emotions in the wake of her imminent demise couldn’t have been hidden.
Her eyes filled with determination.
Even though she knew it was reckless, she rushed ahead to get what she wanted. It was like the Seol-Hwi of the past.
“How were you planning to hire an assassin?” Seol-Hwi asked seriously. “To get revenge for your father, you would have had to pay a high price…”
There was a slight confusion in her determined eyes. It was a natural reaction. Because she didn’t think this would be brought up.
“Well, let’s talk about that. After all, they’re not the type of people who work with just advanced payments. And it depends on the situation.”
Seol-Hwi, gripping the handle, swung his sword while loosening his stiff muscles and then changing his face and body’s appearance to his own.
When she saw this, the woman’s eyes widened. Seol-Hwi turned around. And then, looking at the stats of the guards there, he smiled.
“Time to take care of everything.”
Although his enemies were releasing killing intent, turn-based combat didn’t trigger.
Well, it’s probably because…
They aren’t even strong enough for it to be triggered.
“I’ll take you down!”
The men rushed toward Seol-Hwi with battle cries.
Surrounding the boss, Chang Sik. And 16 around the gambling table. Each of them had those vicious weapons.
Seol-Hwi smiled and gestured.
“Shall I come to you? Or you to me?”
Everyone paused at the absurd question. Then, with Chang Sik’s nod, his men ran ahead.
One tried to bludgeon Seol-Hwi with the bladed club. His blow headed straight for his target.
But the opponent didn’t fall despite the hit. Rather…
The subsequent attack. Seol-Hwi’s fist pierced his stomach, and the man flew back to the wall.
Four more came running for him. Another club, a sledgehammer, and there were also metal nunchucks inlaid with iron nails, and a stick with an iron ball on it.
Seol-Hwi moved back and grabbed the iron ball which was thrown at him. And when it was pulled back, the man holding the handle was dragged along with it.
In the meantime, the club and sledgehammer came in. Seol-Hwi didn’t avoid them.
They were blocked by both his hands and then pushed away. In the same breath, Seol-Hwi took the Sword of Reverence at his side and used it to slash at his opponent.
The scythe-shaped sword coming for Seol-Hwi fell to the ground, as its wielder was cut.
Seol-Hwi didn’t stop.
He placed his hand on the man who was cut down, and shouted,
The Wind God technique was used.
A huge force of wind erupted from the enemy’s body, and the corpse was torn apart.
Those who witnessed the attack stopped in their tracks. Seol-Hwi turned to them.
“Come on now, I’m done warming up.”
And he looked at the stunned woman in the corner.
“Now count the numbers.”
“By then, I would have taken all of them down, excluding one.”
The woman didn’t answer. Without even realizing it, she began to count. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelFɪre.net
“What are you doing?! Go!”
Chang Sik cried out, but his men didn’t move. Even though he was their superior, they didn’t want to die such a brutal death.
“So you won’t come then?” Seol-Hwi brushed off the blood on the tip of his sword and said, “Then, I will come.”
Seol-Hwi jumped between them in an instant.
Pained screams could be heard. It was their last words, as the guards’ throats were slit.
No one could see where the attack was coming from and where Seol-Hwi was going. They were being attacked from every angle.
Some screamed as they were covered in flames.
Seol-Hwi was using his newly learnt technique.
However, what was more shocking was the swordsmanship that followed.
Countless lines moved in the air like lightning. When Seol-Hwi stopped, the throats of ten people were cut.
Plum Blossom Swordsmanship.
Seol-Hwi was using the technique he learned from Lee Gu-myung.
Only Chang Sik was left.
Seol-Hwi approached him and spoke with a friendly face.
“What do you think? Still think this sword is good?”
He looked around, and then kneeled before Seol-Hwi.
“Spare me, please! I didn’t know I was in the presence of such a powerful person!”
Seol-Hwi looked at him in curiosity. But the man didn’t care and kept begging him.
“I don’t have a face. If I get to live, I will do anything. I won’t speak as you take the woman. No, I will leave all of this to you.”
“If I die, there will be people chasing after you. Of course, there is someone who might beat you… do you really need to make such a situation? I beg you.”
Seol-Hwi was taken aback at this strange way of begging for your life. But, he thought, as he nodded…
These were valid words.
If he killed the boss of the red light district, the others associated with him would search for the killer. Then, as he said, more troublesome things will be pulling him in.
“But that woman wants you to die?”
“True. But think about it, if it wasn’t me, someone else would have killed her father. I just happened to be the first one.”
Even if it wasn’t Chang Sik, someone working in the same sphere would’ve killed her father. Isn’t it the fault of the father who gambled everything?
Just when he was about to turn away, this suddenly appeared.
Looks like a certain someone was trying to launch a sneak attack.
Seol-Hwi chose without another thought.
['Attack' has been selected.]
Something was thrown from Chang Sik’s hand.
Seol-Hwi faced it head on.
“Hahahah! You fool…” Chang Sik smiled brightly.
A grenade, just in case. He had hidden this in his sleeve for any unexpected situation which might occur.
Anyone hit by it would be instantly killed.
“How dare… you… ah… ah…”
When the smoke cleared away, Chang Sik coughed.
A hand covered in frost could be seen. Seol-Hwi was using the White Light Body martial arts technique.
“Did you think that would kill me?”
And that was the end.
Seol-Hwi’s sword easily cut Chang Sik’s neck, and with blood on his blade, Seol-Hwi turned to look at the woman.
She struggled. She spoke in a low voice.
This man was a monster.
She had never seen such a strong person.
“All my money was taken away…”
“Money?” Seol-Hwi interrupted her. “No, I want you to tell me.”
“About the Lower District Sect. 1”