Chapter 199 The Warrior of the Haenam Sect – Part 1

Chapter 199: The Warrior of the Haenam Sect – Part 1

Just as Seonwoo Jin was pondering how to confront them,

Suddenly, Jeong Chil shouted out.

– How dare you?! How dare you?! How dare you, you young upstart, speak to this elder in such a manner?! You filthy pirate scum! You’ll only come to your senses after being beaten like a dog!

Seonwoojin was utterly shocked.

Before he could decide how to handle the situation, Jeong Chil had already provoked the enemies.

“Ah, no! Brother!”

Panicked, Seonwoojin immediately tried to restrain Jeongchil.

But the situation was already a done deal.

Upon hearing the commotion, the Il-do-sal-gyeong, Oh Ik-deok, shouted loudly, mirroring Jeong Chil’s actions.

– What the hell?! Filthy pirate?! So this skinny old donkey of a man doesn’t even want his bones left behind?! You want to die that fast, old man?!

Needless to say, the mention of a skinny old donkey sent Jeongchil into a rage.

– What, what did you say?! Skinny old donkey?! Want to die quickly?! You dare say that to this old man?! Fine! I want to die quickly! Go ahead and kill me if you can, you filthy pirate scum!

– What, what?! You think I can’t do it, you old donkey?!

Before anyone nearby could react, the two lunged at each other.

Bang!

Startled, Seon Woo-jin and Seol Pung shouted simultaneously.

“Brother Jung!”

But it was already too late.

The two were already flying toward each other over the sea.

Only then did Seonwoojin suddenly recall the rumors about a man named O Ikdeok, the ‘One-Day-One-Kill’ swordsman.

‘Come to think of it, they said Oh Ik-deok possessed Guan Yu’s appearance and Zhang Fei’s temperament, didn’t they?’

Though his appearance seemed extremely serious, his actual personality was fiery, much like Jeong Chil’s.

Two people with such similar temperaments meeting meant neither would back down.

The distance between them was about ten paces. Zheng Qi leapt over five paces in an instant, as if flying, stepping on the crashing waves and surging upward again.

Whoosh!

Just then, Wu Yide, whose flying technique lagged behind, had just flown about four zhang.

The two finally collided mid-air above the sea.

“You bastard!”

“Old man!”

The crimson energy blasting forth from Jeongchil’s regime collided head-on with the ocean-blue energy surging from O Ikdeok’s great sword.

CRASH!

With a tremendous collision, both men were sent flying backward.

Their power seemed evenly matched.

The problem was what happened next.

Zeng Chi, who had been flung back, was falling onto the sea.

If he had momentum from moving forward, he might have been able to step on the waves and climb up. But falling backward like that, stepping on the water, it was obvious he would just sink right in.

“Brother!”

Swish!

Seonwoo Jin swiftly threw him a piece of driftwood.

Then, the wooden splinter flew like a memorized move, heading precisely for the spot beneath Zhengchi’s feet as it was about to touch the water’s surface. Zhengchi stepped on it, propelling his body upward once more.

Thud!

“Thanks, kid!”

But Zhengchi, having leapt up again, was flustered.

Because Oh Ik-deok, his opponent, had fallen straight into the water.

Splash!

Jeong-chil muttered with a bewildered look.

“Huh? What? Some pirate guy in the water…!”

That was when it happened.

Oh Ik-deok, who had fallen into the water, leapt back up like a dolphin.

“Kwahahahaha! Old man!”

Roaring with laughter, Oh Ik-deok used the upward momentum to swing his great sword again.

“Ugh!”

Bwoaaah!

Startled, Jeong Chil hurriedly thrust his fist toward the blade’s strike.

“You bastard!”

CRASH!

As the two collided again, Jeong Chil was sent flying upward, while Oh Ik-deok was flung once more into the water.

Truly, it was difficult to determine superiority between the two in many respects.

But Seon Woo-jin and Seol Pung’s expressions couldn’t help but darken at the sight.

Oh Ik-deok’s underwater techniques, moving freely like a fish, seemed too formidable.

With such a technique, even if Zeng Qi’s skill was superior, he was inevitably at an overwhelming disadvantage in water.

And in a situation like this, where their skills seemed evenly matched…

Having thought that far, Seolpung picked up another piece of driftwood nearby.

For now, he had to give Zengchi a foothold again.

“Brother!”

Whoosh!

Seolpung threw another piece of wood toward Jeongchil.

Zengchi, who had been falling toward the sea, laughed and shouted.

“Thanks, Seol!”

But just as he was about to step toward the wood fragment—

Right beneath him, O Ik-deok burst forth again, sending up a spray of water.

Splash!

“Kwahahahaha! Do you miss the land, old man?!”

Zeng Qil’s expression froze solid.

“Ugh?!”

The next moment, Oh Ik-deok’s great sword swung, splitting the wooden plank.

Swoosh!

CRASH!

“Guh!”

Zheng Qil, forced to meet the blow head-on with his fist, was once again sent flying into the air.

His expression had now turned grave.

He had finally realized how hopelessly the situation had turned against him.

The one who must not fall into the water against an opponent free both in and out of it—it was crystal clear who was bound to win.

The situation continued thereafter.

O Ik-deok kept bouncing off Jung Chil.

It was like a trained dog bouncing a ball and performing tricks.

“Hahahaha! Old man! Since you seem afraid of the water, I’ll toss you back in! How about that?! Kwahahaha!”

“You… you bastard!”

The situation was clear.

Oh Ik-deok was now toying with Jeong Chil.

The match was as good as over.

Unable to hold back any longer, Seolpung prepared to rush out.

“I must help my brother.”

At that moment, Seon Woo-jin stopped him.

“No, Brother. You must get to the ship while Brother Jeung buys us time.”

“Ah!”

Seolpung immediately understood what Seonwoojin meant.

After all, rather than going into the unfavorable water to help Jung Chil, it would be more advantageous to board the ship and secure a foothold.

“I’ll watch over Brother Zeng. You take control of the deck.”

“Alright!”

Seolpung flew through the air as he answered.

POW!

His tiger-like form soared over the sea, covering five zhang in an instant.

Now, with just one more leap off the waves, he could soar onto the ship.

That was when it happened.

Suddenly, a large man standing with his arms crossed on another ship shouted.

“Fire!”

Arrows were fired toward Seolpung from the five ships to his right, centered on him.

Pip-pip-pip-pip-ping!

Both Seonwoojin and Seolpung could only stare in horror.

They had been aiming their arrows in preparation for their arrival since earlier.

“Guh!”

Seolpung gritted his teeth and stared at the hail of arrows flying toward him.

Arrows fired by over 150 archers from five ships formed a dense, torrential line, pouring down like a downpour.

And these weren’t ordinary arrows flying in a curve.

The arrows fired by the warriors flew straight as if they were daggers.

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Seolpung instantly pondered what to do.

Defending against them wouldn’t actually be that difficult.

But the problem lay in what came next.

He knew that if he wasted his strength defending against it, he too would inevitably fall into the sea.

‘No choice!’

Seolpung had no choice but to leap upward, kicking against the breaking waves.

It was to evade the hail of arrows.

Whoosh!

In that instant, arrows like a torrent of rain whizzed past, piercing the air with a sharp whistle, right beneath Seolpung’s rising form.

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Whoosh!

But it was precisely when Seolpung had launched himself into the air like that.

The burly man who had ordered the firing chuckled softly and began drawing the string of a bow as massive as his own frame.

It was a splendid red bow carved with a phoenix’s head.

“Whoosh.”

Squeak!

The bow, which looked incredibly powerful even at a glance, was drawn smoothly.

Moreover, it wasn’t just the man and the bow that looked formidable.

The arrow nocked on the string was also far from ordinary.

It resembled a javelin more than an arrow, a massive metal spearhead with a blue aura emanating from it.

And its tail section was connected by a thin silver thread.

The man who had drawn the bowstring released it lightly.

Thwack!

Then the spear shot forth at a terrifying speed.

Its speed outpaced sound, almost like a beam of light.

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Seolpung gasped in horror at the massive arrow hurtling toward him.

Floating in midair, he couldn’t dodge it.

“Yikes!”

Seolpung instantly spun his body round!

Then, he grabbed the shaft of the arrow that was about to pierce his right chest.

Thud!

The immense force behind the arrow sent Seolpung’s body flying backward with it like a shot.

“Gah!”

In an instant, Seolpung found himself back at the shore. He released the arrow and landed on the beach.

Then, as if deliberately trying to send him toward the shore, the arrow too halted abruptly in midair before beginning to fly back toward the ship.

It seemed to be due to the silver thread attached to the arrowhead.

As Seolpung retreated back toward the shore, the man who had shot the arrow raised his voice and shouted at O Ikdeok, who was still bouncing Jeongchil through the air.

– Stop playing around and come back, Ikdeok!

Startled, Oh Ik-deok cried out.

“Huh?! But, Brother, this old man…”

Oh Ik-deok seemed to have much more to say, but the man holding the longbow gave no reply.

He just stared blankly at Oh Ik-deok.

Then Oh Ik-deok replied with a dejected expression.

“Understood, brother.”

Then he swung his sword again at the falling Zeng Qil.

CRASH!

The recoil from the collision sent Jeong Chil flying back toward the shore.

Oh Ik-deok had deliberately sent him toward the shore.

“Hey, you bastard! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Ignoring Zeng Qil’s shouts, Sun Wujin heightened his senses and scrutinized the burly man holding the giant bow.

He was a man with a solemn face, like a stone statue.

Just looking at him, you could sense a will and strength as solid as rock.

Upon seeing his appearance, Seon Woo-jin somehow felt he could guess his true identity.

‘A man who could force retreat from Oh Ik-deok, the supreme master of the Haenam faction, and wields such a giant bow…’

At that moment, the man wielding the giant bow shouted toward Seon Woo-jin.

– I am Yoo Hae-eung of the Haenam Sect! Are you perhaps Baek Rang-geom-gae?!

Hearing his name, Seon Woo-jin realized his guess was correct.

Indeed, it was Yoo Hae-eung.

The head of the Haenam Yuga family, one of the Twelve Families of Haenam, and the supreme master of the Haenam faction known as the Dragon King’s Palace.

Indeed, as rumored, it was an archer of immense power and a master of extraordinary skill.

It was then.

Suddenly, a girl hiding behind a rock in the rear let out a shriek of joy.

“Master Yoo Hae-eung?! Gyaaah! It’s Master Yoo Hae-eung! He’s alive!”

Startled by the child’s sudden cry, Seon Woo-jin looked over in puzzlement.

Then the child beamed brightly and spoke quickly.

“Mr. Yoo Hae-eung is the most fair and outstanding person among the Haenam faction! He absolutely never engages in plundering and is actually a kind person who helps those who have been plundered!”

“Ah!”

Seon Woo-jin finally understood why he had quietly sent Seolpung and Jeungchil away.

He had tried to talk first rather than fight.

At that moment, Yoo Hae-eung shouted again.

– I ask again! Are you perhaps the White Wolf Sword Master?!

At that question, Seon Woo-jin frowned and muttered.

“White Wolf Sword Master?”

It was a nickname he had never heard before, neither in this life nor in his past life.

But Yoo Hae-eung was looking at himself—or more precisely, at his sword—as he asked, “Is that the White Wolf Sword?”

Even though Seon Woo-jin’s sword, Mookrang, was wrapped in cloth to conceal its scabbard, blade, and pommel to avoid drawing attention.