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Chapter 81: One Shot, One Kill (3)
Translator: hwarang
Editor: Klaurem
I sat down some distance away from Yeom Hwa and ordered my food and drink.
“Give me some wine and snacks here.”
After Yeom Hwa gave the owner a nod, he went inside to get the food and drink.
The Yeom Hwa I knew was an impatient and cruel person. There were two reasons why he was doing this. Either he wanted to play around with me for a bit before killing me or he felt threatened by me.
Yeom Hwa asked me, “Who are you?”
“Just a wanderer. I came here because I was hungry.”
Yeom Hwa laughed at my response.
“There are other restaurants beside this one. You didn’t have to come here.”
“Then why are you here? Why are you eating and drinking in front of all these people? If it was me
I wouldn’t be able to eat in front of all these people.”
He squinted his eyes. His instincts told him that I wasn’t an ordinary person. So rather than using his fists, he was using his words to gauge at me.
I then laughed and said, “Ha, I understand. Sometimes you want to brag in front of people.”
Then the one of the Divine Sword said, “This punk! Do you want to die?”
Then Yeom Hwa said, “Lets him be, they say even dogs aren’t bothered when they eat.[a]”
Then I said to them, “If you touch me one more time I will kill you.”
“This punk! You really want to do this?”
Yeom Hwa lifted his hand to stop him.
Then I started eating my food, “Delicious, now I know why you want to monopolize this place.”
“What is it that you want?”
“I am just here for the food. No need for you to be too concerned with me.”
Then I looked at Mae Rang and Ho Yeon Sook and said, “I think there are some people who are even braver than I am.”
Then Mae Rang said, “We were dragged here by them.”
Then the third divine sword said, “Shut up you old wretch!”
Although they got a better reputation since they tossed out silver bars today, treating the elderly like this was ruining their reputation faster than they could recover it.
Then I said in the place of the two of them, “She is just a child.”
“What?”
“Just talking to myself.”
The third Divine Sword was about to say something but Yeom Hwa raised his hand again.
“Are you from the Ho Yeon School?”
“I heard about that story as well. Didn’t you say that you would kill all the disciples that were present at the meeting?”
Then the people on the outside started chatting since this was news that wasn’t well known.
Yeom Hwa didn’t hide this fact, rather he said in a louder voice, “ Yes that’s how it is, it's better if I could get rid of them all.”
“Stop yapping!” Mae Rang screamed at Yeom Hwa but Ho Yeon Sook stopped her.
Then I asked Yeom Hwa, “Isn’t this matter concluded already? Then why are you doing such thing? Is it because of your pitiful pride?”
“What?”
“Is your pride so great that you have to mow down those innocent young men?”
“Of course. How can those scarecrows be compared to me.”
I could tell how many innocent people died at his hands so that he could become the Decimator.
Yesterday’s event was an example, he would try to find any excuse to kill you.
These people didn’t know how to control their anger. It was not because they couldn’t but because they didn’t have to do so.
“I think that you are more of a scarecrow than them.”
Then the second Divine Sword grabbed my shoulder, “You punk! Don’t you know where this is? And you rant? You are dead!”
“Didn’t I tell you before? If you touch me one more time you will die?”
I grabbed number two’s hand that was on my shoulder and swept him aside.
He lost his balance and did a flip in the direction that I turned him.
Cras.h.!.+
He landed on one of the chairs as if it was a circus performance.
“Hahaha.”
The people who were outside started laughing and the sound reached inside.
But then the second Divine Sword didn’t move from where he had fallen.
The third Divine Sword rushed out to check on him and yelled, “He is dead!”
The next moment. My hand raced through the air like a snake and found its mark on the third divine sword’s neck.
It landed square on his adam’s apple.
Crack!
After breaking his neck my hand came back to its original place.
Boom!
The third Divine Sword who had his neck broken fell to the floor on the spot after nodding his head back and forth a couple of times.
The third Divine Sword died in a single shot just like their second brother.
Then the fourth Divine Sword yelled, “You are seeking death!”
He charged at me with his sword drawn.
Shhiinng!
Smack!
He flew out the window and landed outside the restaurant.
“Uahhh!”
Some of the crowd started screaming.
In the forehead of the his corpse was a single chopstick.
Being able to throw it so fast that the fourth Divine Sword didn’t even have the time to dodge was impressive, but what was more impressive was that I was able to stick a chopstick into someone’s forehead.
In the span of a single breath, the fight was already over and the three Divine Swords were now nothing more than corpses.
Then Yeom Hwa rose from his head and broke the table, “You!”
Then I got up from my table and emptied my gla.s.s of wine, “Is that fist of yours only used to scare women?”
He got even more fired up after my taunt, “Of course not!”
“Then you won’t use them as hostages when we fight.” Then I stared at the two of them and they quickly left the restaurant.
The crowd started taking a couple of steps back, but no one was leaving since this was going to be a good fight that they didn’t want to miss.
Yeom Hwa clenched his fist.
Wooooo!
Mist started to drift from his body and he expunged all the alcohol from his body. Since he was able to do this he was somewhat of an expert.
Then he asked me, “What is your purpose?”
“My purpose? I probably have a purpose, if not I wouldn’t be doing this in the broad daylight.”
“What is it?”
“Since you will die here you don’t need to be worried about it.”
“You punk!”
His killing intent filled the room.
I became a bit excited since he was someone who used the fist arts.
This was the first time that I would be facing a fist art master with my White Crane Arts.
Woos.h.!.+