Chapter 162: The Poison-Eyed Sword, Seo Il-1
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With me unable to react at all, the spearhead attached to the end of the Gujeolpyeon was being shot toward my back.
It seemed this was the end.
The thought of dying so absurdly made me suddenly laugh hollowly.
Then it happened.
Ta-ching!
The spearhead, which had been streaking toward my back like a beam of light, collided with something and ricocheted off to the side.
‘!’
Startled, I looked over in that direction.
Then I realized it was a lump of navy blue light that had flown in from somewhere.
And I instantly recognized what it was.
‘Gang Orb?! Who on earth…?’
It was Gang Orb.
And not just any Gang Orb, but one incomparably faster and denser than the Gang Orb I’d seen before, the one from the Small-Faced Demon Army’s Saurim.
Both Am Hyeol-hyang and my head whipped around simultaneously toward the direction Gang Orb had flown from.
Then I could see it.
A one-eyed swordsman, his sword’s hilt wrapped in cloth, slung loosely at his side, was shuffling along in a slovenly manner.
His gait swayed carelessly, like a third-rate thug.
But the moment I saw him, I knew.
‘He’s strong! Not quite at the level of Senior Son, the Demon of the Crimson Mist, or the Sword Saint, but he has the presence of someone like Murong Jian, the leader of the Martial Alliance!’
That instantly revealed his identity to me.
A one-eyed swordsman with a temperament like that of the King of the North, Murong Jian, and an appearance like a third-rate rogue—there could be no one else.
