Light Novel: Volume 19 Episode 8
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The leader of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad felt something was off.
It was too quiet behind him.
The Blood Cloud Demon Squad had been trained to move stealthily. Even if they were running at full speed, their footsteps would be as silent as a cat’s.
They called this light-foot technique ‘Night Cat Walk.’1
It was almost silent as if a cat was sprinting through the darkness. But it had never been this eerily quiet.
It was too quiet.
It felt like no one was following him from behind.
‘Could it be?’
The leader of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad looked back.
His pupils quivered for a moment.
Half of his men who were running behind him had disappeared without a trace. In their place was a girl with a pale face.
A blind girl with unfocused eyes.
With a flicker of the belt in her hand, a member of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad running behind him got hit and knocked down.
The blind girl gently caught the falling body of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad member and laid it on the ground. Then she caught up to the rear of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad at a terrifying speed.
“That, that….”
Stricken by the hair-raising sight, the leader of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad was lost for words.
Finally, the other members of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad who were running behind him also sensed the strange atmosphere and looked back.
“What is it?”
“What’s going on?”
They too discovered the blind girl, Eunyo, and spat out curses.
Having sent five of their comrades, they assumed she had been dealt with. Yet, there Eunyo was, perfectly alive, hunting their colleagues from behind—while completely deceiving their senses.
“Who are you?”
The leader of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad roared and turned around.
His men also changed direction and encircled Eunyo.
Instead of answering, Eunyo held up her belt infused with energy.
A faint red glow emanated from her belt.
Her gaze was fixed on Nam Shin-woo, who was hanging limply on the side of the leader of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad.
He was being treated like complete baggage. He shouldn’t be treated as such, at least not if he was considered an equal.
Although she had met Nam Shin-woo for the first time yesterday, he did not feel like a stranger.
His appearance reminded her of her own miserable past.
She had been treated the same way at the Xiaoleiyin Temple before Pyo-wol saved her.
That’s why she was even more furious.
Whoosh!
She burst through the Blood Cloud Demon Squad at a terrifying speed.
Her energy-infused belt sliced through the air like a sword. The Blood Cloud Demon Squad also swung their swords to attack her.
Clang!
The sound of metal erupted as they clashed.
Depending on how the energy was channeled, the belt could become as hard as a sword or as flexible as a whip.
It possessed the versatility of both sword and whip.
Clang!
A member of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad blocked the belt with his sword. The moment he did, Eunyo changed the flow of energy. The belt, which had been hard, coiled around the sword like a whip.
“What?”
The Blood Cloud Demon Squad’s warrior’s eyes widened.
Without a chance to even react, his sword slipped out of his hand. And right at that moment, Eunyo’s fingertips pierced into his chest.
Thump!
Her fingers, like soft tofu, easily dug into the warrior’s chest.
“Keugh!”
The warrior let out a scream and immediately collapsed.
There was no way he could survive being pierced in the chest.
He died instantly.
“Bitch!”
“Die!”
Seeing the death of their comrade, the remaining warriors of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad charged at her like madmen. However, Eunyo dodged all their attacks by a hair’s breadth and counterattacked using her waist belt.
Kakakakang!
Sparks flew in all directions.
Unmindful of their own safety, the Blood Cloud Demon Squad, who had lost a comrade, charged forward recklessly.
Even as they suffered injuries, they attacked like demons, cornering Eunyo.
The leader of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad hurled Nam Shin-woo aside and lunged at Eunyo.
The sword in his hand aimed for her throat.
By the time Eunyo noticed the leader’s surprise attack, the sword was nearly at her throat.
Unable to react in time, Eunyo could only widen her eyes.
Bang!
But the sword never made contact with her throat. A fist filled with qi appeared from somewhere and deflected the leader’s sword.
“Let’s go together.”
From the darkness, the one who had sent the qi emerged.
It was none other than Do Yeonsan.
His entire body was covered in the blood of the warriors from the Blood Cloud Demon Squad.
He asked Eunyo,
“Are you okay?”
“Yes!”
“It was dangerous. Let’s go together next time.”
“Yes!”
Do Yeonsan smiled, seemingly pleased with Eunyo’s answer. But that expression quickly changed to one of icy coldness.
If he had intervened even a little bit later, Eunyo could have lost her life.
Anyone who harmed Eunyo was someone he could never forgive.
Nam Shin-woo was already out of his concerns.
His attention was now focused solely on the leader of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad.
“Ha!”
Kwarrr!
A powerful qi shot towards the leader of the Blood Cloud Demon Squad.
Qi also emanated from the leader’s sword.
Boom!
Fist qi clashed with sword qi, causing the surrounding bushes to shake violently.
Eunyo looked at Do Yeonsan and mumbled,
“That fool!”
The task that Pyo-wol had given them was to rescue Nam Shin-woo. Yet Do Yeonsan, having forgotten Pyo-wol’s order, was furiously attacking the Blood Cloud Demon Squad’s leader because he was angry that she had almost died.
He really was a fool. But she didn’t dislike his blindly protective disposition.
The fact that there was someone in this vast world who only looked at her and lived for her made her happy.
* * *
The battle between the Wind Saint and Baek Ho-gyeong had become more intense.
The surroundings had long been turned into ruins due to the clash of these absolute experts. Thanks to Pyo-wol, who had flung them to the outskirts, there were no casualties. But had they continued to fight in the bustling area, by now, hundreds would have lost their lives.
Pyo-wol watched the two fight with his arms crossed.
At this point, he had no desire to intervene any further.
Instead, what he was doing was observing.
Neither the Wind Saint nor Baek Ho-gyeong were well-known in terms of their background in the world.
One was one of the Three Saints, and the other occupied one of the seats in the Eight Constellations.
For people who had long ruled over Jianghu, they should have been relatively well-known.
Even Pyo-wol had a somewhat known background. But the two people who were fighting now had little to no information known about them.
Rising to the realm of absolute masters and occupying a high position in the Jianghu naturally draws the attention of people.
Many dig into the past, and information groups like the Hao clan pounce like a pack of wolves, tearing at even the smallest suspicions.
But in doing so, usually, something small would come up. However, for the two, there was nothing of the sort.
Even the Hao clan could not find out their background.
In Pyo-wol’s understanding, it was an impossible feat.
To avoid the wolf-like attention of the Hao clan, they would need the protection of a power equal to them.
If one could find out the origin of their martial arts, one could also identify the faction backing them.
Pyo-wol focused his qi in his eyes and observed their fight.
Baek Ho-gyeong used a martial art called White Lotus Palm to mercilessly attack Wind Saint. Each of his moves contained an incredibly powerful destructive force.
Bang! Bang!
Huge boulders shattered like sand, and the earth quivered, revealing its core.
The destructive power wielded by his bare hands was so tremendous it was hard to believe.
On the other hand, Wind Saint’s martial arts were rather deceptive.
True to his nickname, Wind Saint, he manipulated the wind at will.
He condensed the wind and shot it like a blade, countering White Lotus Palm.
“Hmm!”
After watching their fight for a while, Pyo-wol let out a thoughtful hum.
The way the two were facing each other seemed quite familiar.
Whenever Baek Ho-gyeong unfolded White Lotus Palm, Wind Saint countered as if they had made a promise, revealing the perfect counter technique.
Of course, it could be because the Wind Saint’s martial arts were superior.
At that level of expertise, one could immediately counter an opponent’s movements. But even with fast reactions, it was impossible to match as if they had prearranged it.
It was one of two things.
Either they had known each other for a long time and were well-acquainted with each other’s martial arts, or they had clashed a lot recently and understood each other’s strengths and weaknesses thoroughly.
Pyo-wol thought the former was more likely.
Judging from the way they looked at each other, their attitudes, and the content of their conversations, this made it clear that they had known each other for a long time.
‘Wind Saint and the Third Constellation have known each other for a long time? There was no such information in the Hao clan.’
Pyo-wol’s suspicions were growing.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the Wind Saint’s presence grew significantly.
His entire body was now filled with an incomparably ferocious wind.
Wind Blade Heavenly Illusion Attack.2
It was the Wind Saint’s ultimate technique.
A terrifying technique of sending blades of wind flying like a storm.
It was a unique technique that only the Wind Saint could perform.
Facing this, Baek Ho-gyeong’s hands shone a pure white.
A sensation of unparalleled energy gathered in his snowy white palms.
It was White Lotus Palm’s ultimate technique, White Lotus Breaking Emperor.
“Cha-hat!”
With his shout, the strongest of the two ultimate techniques clashed.
Kwaang!
It was a collision of powerful energy.
The aftermath was far from light.
Dazzling light flashed in all directions, and the ground in the center sank as if a meteor had fallen.
Beautiful trees were uprooted, and boulders the size of houses tumbled into the far distance.
Both the Wind Saint and Baek Ho-gyeong were slammed into the ground.
Both were writhing in a pitiful state, severely injured.
Between the two of them, the one who was more severely injured was the Wind Saint.
He had a long gash on his side, exposing his insides.
“Keuk!”
The Wind Saint desperately pressed his hand against the wound on his side, yet blood still poured out relentlessly.
If he continued to lose blood like this, his life would be in jeopardy.
Baek Ho-gyeong’s injuries were also severe.
He was barely standing, covered in blood from head to toe. However, his eyes were still glaring.
That made him feel even more eerie.
Baek Ho-gyeong staggered toward the Wind Saint.
“Hehe! Never thought this day would come, huh? Jang Cheonsa.”
The moment his name was called, the Wind Saint lifted his head and looked at Baek Ho-gyeong.
Even in his disoriented state, he responded to his real name.
Jang Cheonsa!
A name he had long forgotten.
For decades, he had been called the Wind Saint instead of his real name, causing him to have forgotten his real name.
But now, for the first time in decades, he heard his real name from Baek Ho-gyeong.
The Wind Saint asked with difficulty,
“How… do you know that?”
“Did you think there would be eternal secrets in this world? Jang Cheonsa!”
Baek Ho-gyeong’s eyes flared with murderous intent.
The murderous look on top of his blood-smeared face made him look like a demon that had ascended from the depths of hell.
The Wind Saint numbly watched as Baek Ho-gyeong, like a demon, approached him.
Baek Ho-gyeong’s killing intent could be felt in the air.
The rage that felt as though it would only be quenched by completely destroying him.
The Wind Saint understood Baek Ho-gyeong.
If he were in Baek Ho-gyeong’s shoes, he would have done the same.
Not far from him was Pyo-wol.
He could ask for Pyo-wol’s help to get out of this crisis, but he didn’t want to.
His will to live had vanished from him the moment he heard his real name, Jang Cheonsa.
“Hoo!”
He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
He was accepting death. But at that moment, a boy’s desperate voice rang out.
“No!”
It was a voice familiar to the Wind Saint.
He opened his eyes, then he saw Nam Shin-woo running towards him with Do Yeonsan and Eunyo.
Nam Shin-woo was shedding tears at the sight of the badly injured Wind Saint.
At the sight of Nam Shin-woo calling out to him so desperately, the Wind Saint felt something stir deep in his heart.
It was the need to survive.
He turned his head to look at Pyo-wol.
“Help me.”
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