Chapter 149 The Bloodsucking Demon – Part 2

Chapter 149: The Bloodsucking Demon – Part 2

Blue-Red Twin Swords?

It was a bizarre nickname he’d never heard before, and though called the Twin Swords, this strange figure wielded only a single sword.

But no one could question that strangeness.

He had flown in at such an immense speed that he instantly slipped among the Blood Sect warriors.

And in the next instant, the Blood Sect members were flung back explosively.

Puhahah!

“Kraaaah!”

“Gwaaaaah!”

The monster now raced through the Blood Sect members like a ghost, moving through them as if they were invisible.

Blood spattered as the Blood Cultists were flung aside by the terrifying speed of his charge.

It looked as if a path made of blood was forming behind him.

Then, one of the peak-level Madu warriors who had been slaughtering the warriors of the Seonwoo Clan rushed toward him in desperation, swinging his great sword.

“You bastard!”

Bwoaaang!

It was a fierce blow, powerful enough to shatter rock.

But even as that powerful blow flew toward him, the strange man didn’t slow down at all.

He merely moved as smoothly as the wind, slipping past the blade as it flew toward him.

Swoosh!

Puhak!

And after he passed, Madu’s neck spurted blood as his head flew high into the sky.

Even if it was the very beginning, it was utterly absurd that a peak master had been killed with a single clash of blades.

“!”

The smile vanished from Noh Jo-song’s face as he looked at him.

The scene he had just witnessed was utterly absurd.

No master could dodge an opponent’s weapon by such a razor-thin margin.

Unless they had multiple lives. Such an action, where even a split-second miscalculation could mean instant death, was practically suicidal.

Therefore, there was only one possible reason he could pull off such a stunt.

Nojosong spat out the words.

“You lunatic!”

The bastard was clearly insane.

Or it meant having the ability to perfectly read an opponent’s movements and react accordingly. But Nojosong couldn’t believe the author was a master skilled enough to perfectly grasp the movements of a peak-level expert and react with the precision of a single sheet of paper.

Nojosong swung his sword at the monster charging toward him like the wind.

“Die, you madman!”

Whoosh!

Just as No Josong’s ferocious strike was about to strike the monster, the monster’s charging form suddenly snapped at a right angle.

It was an inexplicable movement, seemingly defying inertia, changing direction and accelerating sharply instead.

POW!

“!”

Nojosong’s horrified gaze belatedly followed him.

Then he immediately realized who the monster’s target was.

“Danger…!”

Swoosh!

But it was already too late. Nojosong couldn’t finish his warning.

***

Zegal Seoyul was locked in a fierce battle with Madu, who wielded twin swords.

Muwui was similar to her, yet for some reason, he was gradually being pushed back.

The pressure of her first real battle and the opponent’s greedy gaze were causing Jegal Seo-yul to shrink back.

It was pathetic.

Despite having fought countless duels, a life-or-death battle was so different.

“Haah!”

She let out a sharp gasp, trying desperately to steady her nerves.

But seeing her uncle beside her, pushed back as if he might collapse at any moment, she found it impossible to steady her own mind.

Zhuge Zhiyong was one of the greatest masters of the Zhuge clan she knew.

Yet now, that uncle was being toyed with like a child.

It was over.

It seemed there was no hope left.

‘Is this how I die? Like this?’

Her eyes were filled with such despair when—

Swoosh!

A streak of light flashed past behind Madu, who was laughing maniacally and about to swing his twin blades at her.

“?!”

At first, it happened so suddenly that I wondered if I had seen it wrong.

But the next moment confirmed it wasn’t a mistake.

Madou, who had been laughing, suddenly collapsed, blood spurting from the back of his neck.

Puh-wah-ahk!

Thud!

She stared blankly at Madu’s body, collapsed before her eyes, blood gushing from his neck.

She was utterly bewildered.

And when she lifted her head, she could see the pale-faced figure in blue, arms crossed, watching her.

She wasn’t the only one.

His uncle and the bloodthirsty demon Nojosong, along with the two demonic guards protecting the rear, all stared at him with eyes filled with shock.

The monster spoke to her with an arrogant expression.

“Now that you’ve saved your life, shouldn’t you go help the other warriors? How long do you plan to stand there in a daze?”

“Yes, yes? Ah, yes!”

Snapping back to her senses, Je Gal Seo-yul hurriedly ran toward the warriors still locked in fierce combat.

But as she ran, a sudden thought flashed through her mind, making her pause and turn back to look at him once more.

It was definitely a face I’d never seen before and a voice I’d never heard, yet somehow his eyes and build felt familiar.

‘Could it be?’

The strange man, still standing with his arms crossed, was now speaking to Je Gal-ji-yong.

“I spared your life, and you’re just as dazed as ever! Is this some trait of your family?!”

Startled back to his senses, Zhuge Zhiyong stammered in confusion.

“Huh? Ah, wh-what…?”

“If you can’t fight that bastard, shouldn’t you at least handle those others?!”

Zhuge Zhiyong immediately realized that the “those bastards” he referred to meant the cavalrymen guarding the rear.

It seemed that strange man was about to face off against Noh Josong.

Zhuge Zhiyong had no reason to refuse.

He hurriedly clasped his fists and replied.

“Understood, great hero! Then!”

Zhuge Zhiyong immediately charged at the rear guards.

“You bastards!”

Shwaaah!

The Bloodsucking Demon Horse, Luo Zongsheng, paid no heed whatsoever to Zhuge Zhiyong, who had been facing him, now moving elsewhere.

His predatory eyes were fixed solely on the monster.

Then the strange figure cracked his neck and gave a faint smile before speaking to him.

“Well, shall we begin?”

***

I cracked my neck and summoned my fighting spirit once more.

I knew full well this was a fight I couldn’t possibly win.

He was on the verge of reaching the pinnacle, while my cultivation hadn’t yet broken through the eighty-year barrier.

While I had managed to win against opponents a level above me, fighting a master two levels higher was definitely crossing the line.

It would have been the perfect act for suicide, for dying a violent death.

Of course, that was assuming I hadn’t mastered the Moonlit Sword Dance.

I told him with a savage laugh.

“Well then, shall we begin?”

Then I immediately activated the Moonlit Sword Dance.

Moonlit Whirling Sword Dance, First Form

Flying Moon

In that instant, the world turned upside down.

As if a dreamlike veil had been draped over the world that had been reality just moments before, it felt surreal.

Within it, I stood once more as an omnipotent being.

At that moment, the old pine tree charged forward first.

Its momentum was as threatening as a tiger pouncing.

But I smiled faintly and snapped my fingers.

Then he could see the speed of the charging enemy suddenly slow to that of a snail.

The monstrous claw it swung at me came into sharp focus.

Now, I felt I could dodge its attack by a hair’s breadth, just as I had done with the other one earlier.

But I didn’t do that.

Instead, I chose to raise my sword and thrust.

Four-Step Sword Technique, First Step.

One strike, one kill.

Shwaaah!

Even within the slowed world, a sword strike of a different dimension in speed shot toward the wrist of the one swinging at me.

Then, in horror, I saw the creature’s eyes slowly widening.

‘Right, shall we start by tearing off one arm?’

That was what I thought, but a master who had reached the pinnacle was no pushover.

Even in that desperate situation, the bastard managed to slightly alter the trajectory of his swinging arm and narrowly evade my sword strike.

Sssshhh!

My sword sliced past, slowly splitting his forearm.

As the bubbling blood rose and floated in the air, I planted my foot firmly on the ground and shifted my momentum.

A crushing force felt like it would shatter my ankles, knees, and pelvis.

Grit!

But gritting my teeth, I overcame that inertia and succeeded in changing my direction of movement.

Then, twisting my body, I redirected the sword that had been slashing at me and managed to cut it aside.

***

Shwaaah!

Puhwaak!

“Guh!”

Nozosong, his side deeply slashed, staggered backward in a daze.

He couldn’t regain his composure against the opponent’s relentless assault.

The monster’s movements were utterly incomprehensible.

He aimed his sword at the wrist thrusting forward to attack, only to dodge it by the skin of his teeth, then instantly switched from that lightning-fast thrust to a slash with an absurdly swift movement.

His movements defied all the common sense he had known until now.

It seemed to defy the laws of the world.

Shushak!

The monster approached like a ghost again, thrusting his sword forward.

“How dare you!”

The sword strike was as swift as a beam of light, but Nojosong channeled his inner strength into his sword and parried it away.

Whoosh!

No, he thought he had parried it.

Had the monster’s blade not suddenly changed course at the last moment.

Shu-hak!

Like a living snake, the sword strike had dodged his guard with fluid grace and was now thrusting toward his chest.

It seemed utterly impossible to block now.

A horrified Noh Josong unleashed all his strength with every ounce of power.

“Hah!”

Whoosh!

Just as his chest was about to be pierced, a powerful energy erupted from Nojosong’s entire body.

It was clumsy, but unmistakably a defensive aura.

Thwack!

Sunwoo Jin’s sword strike, which had nearly pierced his chest, barely grazed No Josong’s chest before bouncing off.

He had successfully blocked it with his defensive energy.

It was a stroke of sheer luck.

Having barely survived the crisis, Noso Song could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He had expended far too much energy at once, but at least he hadn’t died.

That was when it happened.

The monster, who had stepped back from the rebound force of the defensive energy, suddenly fixed him with an intense, serious gaze.

Unlike his earlier dazed, drunken-like state, his gaze was now focused, like a hawk eyeing its prey.

And the monster’s sword thrust toward Nodong Song once more.

Shhhhh!

Thud!

But No Josong, momentarily flustered by the monster’s seriously altered demeanor, couldn’t help but frown when he saw the blade thrusting like a ray of light pierce his protective aura and bounce off.

‘What the hell? What are you doing?’

It was clearly faster than before, and if it had aimed for an opening, it would have been a genuinely threatening strike.

But why attack the protective energy barrier with such a strike?

And that wasn’t the end of it.

“Huuuuu.”

The enemy took a deep breath and readied himself to thrust his sword again.

It seemed he wouldn’t give up until he somehow pierced through the protective barrier.

‘Is he really crazy?’

Nojosong was utterly dumbfounded by the bastard’s reckless actions.

But there was no need to stop him.

‘Alright, come back at me again!’

Nojosong concentrated his energy into both arms once more.

He planned to maintain his defensive energy just this once, then counterattack the moment the bastard failed this strike.

‘Die, you madman!’

At that instant, the monster’s sword stabbed forward like a beam of light.

Nozosong couldn’t tell, but the sword strike bore an uncanny resemblance to someone in Sunwoojin’s memories.

Puuuuk!

“Gah!”

Nojosong, who had spread both hands to strike the man, felt a searing pain in his chest and instantly lost all strength.

“No… no way…”

The man’s sword had pierced through Nojosong’s chest.

It had pierced through his defensive energy and reached his heart.

It was utterly absurd.

Thud!

Pierced by the sword, No Josong collapsed to his knees where he stood, his face twisted in anguish as he muttered.

“No. Like this, to die like this… I should have gone to Seonwoo Seaga…”

Then he drew his last breath.

For the infamous bloodthirsty demon, the vampire demon Nojosong, it was a remarkably futile death.

Seon Woo-jin exhaled deeply.

He could feel that his thrust, which he had delivered tens of thousands of times over the years, had finally broken through the wall.

He should have been excited, but he was too preoccupied with other thoughts to feel it.

The last words Nojosong had muttered before dying.

He had just realized what it meant.

Seon Woo-jin shifted his gaze elsewhere for a moment.

There, he could see Jegal Ji-yong driving back two Madu warriors at the very beginning of their climax.

The outcome seemed imminent.

The same was true for the ordinary warriors’ fight.

The Blood Sect warriors had already been decimated once by Sunwoo Jin earlier, and now they lacked any peak masters. Meanwhile, the Gaeyang Gate and Sunwoo Clan warriors now had the peak master, Jegal Seoryul, participating in the fight.

And though they might not have realized it, in the shadows, Jie Mahe and Jian Zhong were also supporting them.

It was also thanks to them that Xianwu Castle, the enemy’s primary target, still stood.

Seonwoo Jin sent telepathic messages to both Jik Mahyeok and Gyeon Jung.

– I’ll head to Seonwoosega first. Finish up your work and follow me.

Judging by the last words of the dead Nodong Song, it seemed enemies were also present at the Seonwoo Seoga.

POW!

Seonwoo Jin’s new model, deployed in a burst of speed, shot off like an arrow.

It was heading toward Seonwoo Sega.

Then, Zhuge Xueyu, who had been slaughtering the Blood Sect warriors, suddenly turned his gaze toward the figure soaring into the sky.

Her gaze upon him appeared profoundly troubled.