Chapter 114 Blue-Red Twin Swords – Part 2

Chapter 114: Blue-Red Twin Swords – Part 2

The Thousand Swords’ elder, the sword-wielding monk Fan Shaqing, was a peak master who had surpassed the seventy-year barrier of internal energy cultivation and served as the Outer Sect leader, the third-ranked figure within the Thousand Swords.

When he heard the commotion and stepped outside, what met his eyes was the sight of Meng Wengui’s leader, Cha Hozhong, collapsing like a lifeless puppet, unconscious.

“Wh-what?!”

Though utterly bewildered, his reaction was swift.

He immediately issued orders to the escort warriors who had followed him.

“You go immediately and mobilize the Myeongsa and Myeongrang units! Now! And relay this news to the Grand Master at once!”

With that, he drew his sword and approached the two.

Numerous outer court warriors drew their swords and watched them warily, but now that the Myeongwoongdae had been shattered by just two people, they didn’t seem likely to be much help.

Bunsacheong shouted.

“Who are you to dare cause trouble in our Shuqian Society?!”

Then, the two pale-faced man and woman, enveloped entirely in red and blue light, stared expressionlessly at Bunsacheong.

The man in blue spoke first.

“We are the Blue-Red Twin Swords! Where is the most notorious villain of Sichuan, Ma Wu-zhen?!”

A clear, resonant voice that defied estimation of age.

Bunsacheong’s face twisted into a fierce scowl as he shouted.

“How dare you speak such blasphemy to our Sect Leader?! How dare you call our Sect Leader the most notorious villain in Sichuan?!”

At that moment, the two men and women burst into laughter.

“Kee-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

“Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!”

It was a strange, eerie laughter that formed a bizarre harmony, shaking the very soul.

The horrifying sound caused the gathered warriors nearby to groan and stagger.

When the clerk couldn’t hold back any longer and frowned, the man in blue, having stopped laughing, said to him.

“Don’t you know full well why that bastard is known as Sichuan’s most notorious villain?”

At that, Bensacheong’s expression froze solid.

Then he shouted urgently.

“Nonsense! What are you all doing?! Attack those bastards immediately!”

The warriors, receiving his order, charged at the man and woman.

Bunsacheong also aimed his sword, waiting for an opening to strike.

“Haaaaaah!”

“Die!”

“Uwaaaaah!”

A wave of swords poured in from all directions.

Then the two began holding hands again and spinning like a Taegeuk.

Pababababap!

“Gahhh!”

“Kwaaah!”

“Gahhh!”

It was like a dragon’s whirlwind.

A dragon’s whirlwind that repelled everything that came at it.

The red and blue Taegeuk-shaped dragon’s whirlwind was steadily increasing in speed as time passed.

Watching this, the expression on the face of the guard grew grave.

He had been waiting for an opening to attack, but in that state, it seemed no opening would appear at all.

“You bastards!”

Unable to stand by any longer, Bunsacheong finally drew his sword and lunged at them.

“Ugh!”

With a battle cry, his sword blazed with brilliant light, splitting into multiple blades that pierced the man and woman.

Each blade curved in a serpentine arc rather than a straight line—a fluid, serpentine sword technique that had earned him the nickname “Serpent Slayer.”

But at that very moment, the actions of the two, who seemed destined only to keep spinning, changed.

The woman in red flung the man in blue forward as if hurling him.

Whoosh!

Then the man charging forward drew his sword like a beam of light and thrust a single strike.

It was a sword thrust that disregarded defense, like a desperate last stand.

Bunsacheong flinched momentarily, forced to switch to defense.

He had never anticipated his opponent would attack so recklessly.

“Wh-what?!”

But the instant he swung his sword to parry the strike, Bansacheong realized his blade had cut through empty air.

He shouted in horror.

“Illusionary Sword?!”

The seemingly mutual destruction strike had been a feint.

And at that moment, the red-clad woman who had switched places with the man was charging toward them.

Three sharp sword energies.

It was a surprise attack like a beam of light piercing the opening.

“Guh!”

Bunsacheong kicked off the ground with all his might.

Completely caught off guard by the enemy’s rhythm, he intended to retreat for now.

But the moment he retreated, this time the red-clad woman hurled him like a projectile.

The force was fierce, as if hurling a dagger.

And in that instant, Bunsacheong’s back slammed into the wall of the pavilion behind him.

Thud!

There was nowhere left to retreat.

“What?!”

A man, his sword raised, flew toward the pale-faced Bunsacheong like a projectile.

With no room left to evade, Bunsacheong gritted his teeth and focused on the man’s sword.

Now that he knew his enemy wielded a Hwangeom sword, he had to carefully block the attack at all costs.

But strangely, the man did not swing his sword.

He simply continued flying straight toward him.

When the man still didn’t swing his sword until the very last moment, Bunsacheong’s eyes widened in shock, having been focused solely on the sword’s movement.

“Wh-what?!”

The next moment, the blue man’s body slam slammed into the Bunsacheong.

Thud!

“Guhhhhh!”

It looked like a frog crushed by a rock.

Bunsacheong’s body, completely crushed, smashed through the pavilion wall and sank into it.

The wall where he vanished was gaping wide open, as if struck by cannon fire.

Then, moments later, one entire side of the pavilion, where the wall and pillars had shattered, completely collapsed.

CRASH!

By then, the man in blue had already returned to the woman in red’s side.

As if nothing had happened, they looked perfectly at ease.

Despite the two of them single-handedly devastating thousands, the warriors now stared at the two pale-faced figures, their expressions utterly unchanged, with fear-filled eyes, unable to bring themselves to charge at them.

Then, the woman in red, Dang Yeo-eun wearing a mask, sent a telepathic message to the man in blue, Seon Woo-jin.

– But didn’t you say we wouldn’t kill anyone?

Having decided to confront the Thousand Times head-on, Seon Woo-jin had argued that since they couldn’t identify who was involved in the incident, they should at least refrain from killing.

That’s why he never drew his sword against ordinary opponents, relying instead on hand-to-hand combat.

But this time, Sunwoo Jin didn’t just kill the old man who seemed to be an elder—he brutally murdered him, completely dismembering him.

Dang Yeo-eun was asking him why.

Seon Woo-jin replied telepathically.

– That man didn’t seem innocent. When others called Makwoojeon a villain, they reacted with disbelief, but he flinched and frantically tried to cover his mouth.

– Ah, I see.

Dang Ye-eun marveled once more at Seon Woo-jin’s cunning.

She had assumed his constant claims of being the most notorious villain in Sicheon, Makwoojeon, were merely an act to pass himself off as a madman, but to think such meaning lay behind it.

The more she observed him up close, the more she realized he was truly extraordinary.

Seon Woo-jin asked Dang Yeo-eun.

– Young Lady Tang, isn’t it difficult to do things like this?

Then, Dang Ye-eun’s bright voice came through.

– It’s so much fun! So this is why there are so many eccentrics among the martial artists! Thank you so much for letting me experience this, Gongzi!

Seon Woo-jin couldn’t help but smile bitterly inside at Dang Yeo-eun’s voice, which sounded completely thrilled.

For her, who had always lived suppressing herself, this situation seemed like an incredibly thrilling adventure.

In contrast, despite his outward appearance of playing the role of an expressionless monster, Seon Woo-jin was internally maintaining a constant state of tension.

Staying within certain boundaries was crucial this time. The line where they wouldn’t put themselves in danger, the line where their identities wouldn’t be exposed.

He hadn’t been in the mood to enjoy himself, but hearing Dang Yeo-eun’s cheerful voice still made him feel pleasantly content.

Being able to bring joy to Dang Ye-eun, who had always lived trapped inside a wounded child, was something that felt immensely rewarding to Seon Woo-jin himself.

It also felt strangely satisfying to be using Yin-Yang Harmony Technique with her.

This Yin-Yang Combination Technique was a martial art he had read about in the Seonwoo Clan’s martial arts manual and later thought it would be fun to try using with someone.

‘To be precise, I thought it would be nice to meet you again, Young Lady, and use it together.’

But now he found himself in a situation where he had to sort out his feelings for Seo-yu, and yet here he was, performing the Yin-Yang Combination Technique with Tang Ye-eun—someone he never could have imagined.

Life was truly unpredictable.

At that moment, Seon Woo-jin noticed new figures approaching from the front.

Judging by their uniform attire, they appeared to be two groups of armed forces, roughly a hundred warriors.

Clearing his throat, Seon Woo-jin prepared to alter his voice again as he faced them.

This voice-altering technique was a trick he’d picked up recently at Hao Gate.

“I’m done dealing with these punks! Where is Sichuan’s most notorious villain, Mak Woo-jeon?!”

His clear, resonant voice echoed out, and the men who seemed to be the leaders of the two armed groups shouted back in angry voices.

“What nonsense is this?! How dare you call our leader the most wicked villain in the Four Provinces?!”

Carefully observing whether their reaction stemmed from confusion or anger, Seon Woo-jin sent a telepathic message to Dang Yeo-eun.

– Two! Three!

And both of them burst out laughing simultaneously.

“Kee-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!”

“Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!”

That same spine-chilling laughter resonated, echoing throughout the entire space.

It was a piercing laughter that made those with weak inner strength cover their ears and stagger.

Before the thousands of strikes came crashing down, the technique Tang Yeo-eun had practiced most with him, alongside the Yin-Yang Merge Technique, was this very ear-piercing laughter.

The Precious Sound was a sound-based martial art that amplified its effects through harmony. Its defining characteristic was that its destructive power increased the more people used it, provided the harmony was perfectly synchronized.

This too was one of the martial arts techniques Seonwoo Jin had memorized from the Seonwoo Clan’s martial arts manual.

Having broken the enemies’ spirit with laughter, Seonwoo Jin spoke again in a clear, resonant voice.

“Pitiful fools! Blind as you are, you fail to recognize the most notorious villain in Sichuan standing right before your eyes! There’s no need for the likes of you! Hurry and summon Ma Wu Zhen!”

At this, the leaders of the two military units gritted their teeth and shouted.

“Shut your mouth, Meng Shadai! Attack them all!”

“Charge, you fools!”

The moment their command was given, over a hundred warriors charged toward the two men.

It was an overwhelming sight, like waves crashing against a sandcastle.

But the place they charged at was no sandcastle.

Only the fiercely rising crimson and azure dragon-power winds met them.

Kwaa kwaa kwaa kwaa kwaa kwaa kwaa!

“Kwaaaaah!”

“Gaaaah!”

“Kwaaaaah!”

The charging warriors were flung back at a speed even faster than their initial charge.

Nearby pavilions caught in the whirlwind collapsed once more.

At that moment, he finally appeared.

The peerless swordsman of southern Sichuan, the strongest martial artist who has faced countless battles and gazed upon the ultimate barrier—that is Deng Tianjian.

“This… this can’t be.”

Ma Wu-zhen surveyed the scene with a look of utter despair.

Martial artists lay scattered everywhere, moaning in pain.

Pavilions collapsed as if struck by cannonballs.

Gazing at this scene, Mak Woo-jeon reflected on his past self, who had doubted whether he himself would ever have to step forward.

Even if it was a surprise attack, he never imagined they could be utterly devastated by just two people.

Rage surging to his very scalp, Makwoojeon immediately lunged toward them.

“You bastards!”

Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The sword of Makwoojeon, blazing with a brilliant emerald-green blade aura, slashed toward the Dragon Fist Wind that had been repelling the warriors.

It was a sword strike of such immense force it seemed poised to cleave them and the very space itself in two.

Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

As his blade cleaved the air, the Dragon Fist Wind was literally split apart.

Makwoojeon had shattered the combined attack of the two monsters, which had crushed countless warriors, with a single strike.

The overwhelming display of martial prowess caused the warriors watching nearby to erupt in cheers.

“Wooooo!”

“As expected of the Sect Leader!”

“Truly the Ascended Swordsman! The greatest master in southern Sichuan!”

But the face of Maekwoojeon, who had just displayed such futility, was not particularly bright.

The two who had split apart were now reuniting just a few paces before him.

Their separation hadn’t been caused by Makwoojeon’s sword, but by Seonwoojin’s judgment, who had sensed his approach in advance.

Xian Wuzhen declared in a clear, resonant voice.

“At last you show yourself, Mak Woo-jeon, the most notorious villain of Sicheon!”

At that, Mak Woo-jeon’s eyes flashed as he shouted.

“The most notorious villain in Sichuan, me?! What nonsense are you spouting, you intruder?!”

As he shouted in apparent rage, Seon Woo-jin flashed a sly smile that showed through his mask and retorted.

“After sacrificing so many lives for your own selfish desires, you still deny being the most wicked villain in the Four Provinces? You really are shameless.”

At that, Mak Woo-jeon’s face visibly stiffened for a moment.

But it lasted only a moment.

Gritting his teeth, Mak Woo-jeon charged toward them, shouting as if determined not to waste any more time.

“Nonsense!”

It was an attack of even more frenzied momentum than his first strike earlier, a truly all-out assault.

His aura, boasting a might equal to that of the legendary swordsman Hwayeongbin or Seolpung, was truly astonishing.

But Seon Woo-jin showed no sign of panic.

As if he had anticipated it, he simply hurled something toward the ground in front of the charging figure.

Boom!

The object struck the ground and immediately detonated.

Simultaneously, black smoke billowed out like a cloud in all directions. Startled, Mak Woo-jeon hurriedly held his breath and stepped back.

He feared it might be a poison gas grenade.

But contrary to his fears, it was merely a simple smoke grenade.

And after the smoke cleared, all Makwoojeon saw was the empty space where the two monsters had vanished without a trace.

Unable to contain his boiling rage, Makwoojeon roared.

“You bastards!”

Consumed by self-loathing at having been toyed with without being able to do anything, and haunted by the blue-clad monster’s ominous words, Makwoojeon could not possibly let them go.

“Pursue them immediately! Catch them by any means necessary! Do not let them escape!”

Furious beyond measure, Makwoojeon’s fury boiled over. His raging presence forced the thousands of warriors to hastily form a pursuit squad and follow the strangers.

But the monsters’ tracks had completely vanished in the nearby forest.

Moreover, as the sky, already darkened by sunset, grew gloomy, the pursuit could no longer be carried out.

It was as if they were toying with them until the very end.