Chapter 12: The Place My Sword Points To (3) (2/2)

When I entered the room, Yang Gi Chul and Hyeol Gun were surprised.

“You are?”

Yang Gi Chul recognized me first. No matter how dark it may be, he couldn’t forget the face of the one who nearly beat his son to death.

“Yes, it is I.”

“It is I? What kind of att.i.tude it that, punk?” Yang Gi Chul stared at me coldly.

“What kind of person are you? Where are your manners!? Ordering to eliminate the clan of the person that you once called brother.”

It seems like I had hit a nerve. Yank Gi Chul couldn’t respond. But in return, he spread his killing intent throughout the room. He was very careful, not acting rashly since he couldn’t figure out how I made my way all the to this room.

Then he said to Hyeol Gun, “Eliminate him.”

This showed that he was someone who always placed himself first. Then he placed some distance between us.

Could I kill them with just five-years worth of energy and a body that had not been trained?

My answer was yes.

It would be hard, but possible. If I wasn’t confident in killing them, I wouldn’t have been here in the first place. So, I was confident in killing them.

If we fought with our ki, or if they prolonged the fight then I would have been in a disadvantageous situation, but I wasn’t planning on letting them do as they please.

The only advantage that I had against them was that they didn’t know much about me.

I could tell from the last time when Yang Gi Chul visited our house that he was very rusty in his martial arts.

If he truly was the greatest martial artist in the city, it would have been difficult, but he was just the head of the biggest clan. There was a big difference between the two.

I wonder when was the last time he truly experienced a life or death situation? One year ago? Two? Maybe ten? The bigger the clan, the less likely the head of the clan would actually get into a fight.

The one who I was more worried about was the person named Hyeol Gun.

Hyeol Gun was showing his true nature

“Add five thousand Nyang to my payment.”

“Are you crazy? He is one of the people that you have to kill.”

“But not here.”

“Isn’t it too much to charge five thousand Nyang for one child?”

“Then why don’t you take care of him? What, you can’t take care of one punk?”

Hyeol Gun just crossed his arms and stepped back.

“Son of a&h.e.l.lip;”

Yang Gi Chul stared back at me. Even he knew that he couldn’t deal with me himself. He didn’t know anything about me, so he didn’t want to risk his life.

“Fine. I will give you five thousand Nyang.”

Hyeol Gun stepped forward with a big grin on his face.

“Thanks, you little punk.”

He wasn’t very cautious of me, because his instinct that had been sharpened as a mercenary told him that I was no threat to him.But he wasn’t the only one not being wary, I was also not very wary of him.

I grew more and more excited, since this was going to be my first real fight since my rebirth.

His weapon of choice was a cudgel.

Swing. Swing.

He swung the cudgel short and fast two times to vital areas.

Clang. Clang.

The cudgel is a short, but a very blunt weapon. Getting directly hit by it will at the very least break a couple of bones.

The cudgel barely missed my shoulder. Byuk Lee Dan was definitely slow. If I couldn’t dodge his attacks, then I would be finished. The one that had been fighting was not Byuk Lee Dan, but my past self.

Feeling pressured under the threat of getting killed, my fighting spirit rushed forth and overwhelmed me.

Ping!

This time my head almost got busted open.

Even though my life was in danger, I got excited over this fight, since I couldn’t remember when I last fought.

I was someone that really loved fighting. Because I was this type of person, I was able to ascend to become the Strongest Under Heaven. But in my final years, I was truly bored, since I never had any chance to engage in a true fight.

Bang! Ping!

Everything inside the room was getting destroyed one by one.

Yang Gi Chul was making an ugly face seeing that I was getting pressured into a corner. He regretting paying Hyeol Gun Five Thousand Nyang, because if he knew that it was this easy, then he would have dirtied his hand.

Hyeol Gun paused his attack.

“You little rat! Is running all that you can do?”

He was saying this with overconfidence, since he was certain that he would be able to kill me with ease. But his overconfidence was a trap that I had set up.

In that split second, my sword slashed at Hyeol Gun.

s.h.i.+ng! Slas.h.!.+

These were two different sounds that my sword created after slas.h.i.+ng the air.

Chop.

Part of Hyeol Gun’s clothes fell down, revealing a red mark.

Drop.

Now the other part of the clothing came off, revealing a cross mark across his chest.

I stood to the side.

Splash.

Blood started rus.h.i.+ng out of his wounds.

This was the first sword technique of my Ashura Soul Chasing Sword Art, the Unwavering Sword Technique.

Normally his body should have been cut to pieces, but since I only used three years’ worth of my energy, this was the limit of my current power.

After spilling large amount of blood, Hyeol Gun finally collapsed.

Boom.

Before he hit the floor he was already dead.

Then I stared at the place where I spent the remainder of my energy.

Yang Gi Chul looked at Hyeol Gun with surprise. But, after feeling that his chest was getting hotter, he quickly looked down. The blood that was gus.h.i.+ng out of him was dying his clothes red. Inside of his clothes was a swirling hole around his chest area. This was my second sword technique of my Ashura Soul Chasing Sword Art, the Life-Devouring Sword Technique.

I divided my five years of internal energy into these two attacks, three for Hyeol gun and two for Yang Gi Chul. So currently, I had no energy left in my dantian until I could fill it back up using my cultivation technique.

Rather than taking this chance to attack me, he was too busy trying to preserve himself.

Yang Gi Chul was coughing up bright red blood.

He never expected me to attack him, since I was getting pressured by Hyeol Gun. But even if he was prepared, it wasn’t something that he could have dodged easily. If he hadn’t tilted his body instinctively he would have already been dead.

He was coughing up more blood and said “&h.e.l.lip; live, let me live.”

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