Chapter 293 Bloodwind Sect-5

Chapter 293: Bloodwind Sect-5

– Bloodwind Sect!

Startled by the thunderous shout from behind, Bloodwind Sect’s leader, Bloodwind Daedo, turned abruptly.

A voice that reverberated throughout the entire space.

It was the most powerful inner strength he had ever sensed in a voice among all the masters he had encountered.

But his surprise was fleeting. After turning to confirm Seolpung and Seonwoojin’s positions, Hyeolpungdaedo’s mouth curved into a sly smile.

He muttered.

“Stupid fools. Anyway, these so-called masters think that if their martial arts are high enough, they can do anything. They never realize they’re just moths flying into the flame.”

Then he commanded his subordinates.

“Turn the horses around! Our target has come to his own death!”

At his words, the bandits burst into laughter and turned their horses around.

“Hahahaha! If you came looking for death, I’ll give it to you!”

“If we kill those bastards, can we go after those women from earlier?!”

“Let’s finish this quickly and get some rest!”

Changing direction in a semicircle, they began charging forward at full speed.

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!

With a sound that shook the earth, over a thousand bandits charged forward like tanks.

Toward such enemies, Seolpung and Seonwujin slowly walked forward.

Their stride was leisurely, as if the enemy weren’t even visible.

Seeing this, Dong Soun, aboard the ship, stamped her feet in frustration and shouted.

“Oh! They shouldn’t be doing that! They should stay close to the riverbank and block the charge! Charging forward like that…!”

But the others watching remained utterly unconcerned.

Yeon Tae-jin touched the back of his head, where blood was still trickling slightly, and said.

“Just watch. Since those two went out, there’s no need to block the charge or anything. Ouch! Damn it, my head still throbs!”

Jin So-eun went one step further, not even looking in that direction.

She looked at Jung Chil, who was feeling down, and spoke to him cautiously.

“Senior Jung. Deciding to fight them earlier was a mutual agreement among all of us. So you don’t need to worry about it.”

Jin So-eun thought Jung Chil was feeling down because he felt guilty about Yeon Tae-jin and her getting hurt.

He was down because he felt sorry that they had gotten injured fighting according to his orders.

And her guess was right.

Zheng Qi responded to Jin So-eun’s words with a completely dejected expression.

“There’s no need to sugarcoat it. I know full well my rashness hurt you all. Our youngest couldn’t possibly be wrong… If I’d acted recklessly again, I might have lost you too…”

“Come on, there was no other choice back then. Master Seonwoo didn’t give us instructions on what to do if the enemies weren’t lured in. And if we’d thought it was wrong, we would’ve tried to stop you until the end. We went along because we believed Senior Jung was right.”

Yeon Taejin chimed in then.

What’s up, Brother Jung? Is that why you’ve been so down? Come on, why are you being so sensitive? Both So-eun and I are warriors—we could get hurt fighting, or even die. If you get hurt because you’re weak, it’s your own fault. Why should Brother Jung feel sorry about that? Don’t do that. It doesn’t suit you. Earlier, it was just that all of us made a bad call. We really should’ve listened to our smart Seonwoo Prince. Let’s make sure to listen carefully from now on.”

As Jin So-eun and Yeon Tae-jin stepped forward to comfort him, Jeong Chil’s expression brightened slightly.

“You’re right. I really should have listened to the youngest. From now on, if I try to ignore the youngest again, you guys better stop me. You can even hit me if you have to!”

At those words, Yeon Tae-jin’s eyes sparkled mischievously.

“Oh, really?”

That was when it happened.

Dong So-un, who had been watching the battlefield with a worried look, suddenly shouted loudly.

“Aaah! Wh-what is that?!”

At her voice, the group turned their gaze back toward the battlefield.

Then, a massive black-and-purple wing hovering above the charging bandit horde came into view.

Its enormous wings were incomparably larger than those of the pale purple phoenix from earlier.

***

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!

Seeing the bandits charging toward them at terrifying speed, Seon Woo-jin spoke first to Seolpung.

“Shall I go first, brother?”

Seolpung smiled faintly and nodded.

“You’ll let me?”

Seon Woo-jin walked a few steps further forward, leaving Seolpung behind.

Then, taking a deep breath, he leapt high into the air.

Whoosh!

It was an incredibly light leap, as if he had no weight at all.

Seon Woo-jin’s body soared into the air like a bird.

He swung the Moolang Sword as if spreading wings toward the sky.

“Haah!”

Whoosh!

It was at that very moment.

A black-purple sword aura spread out like a curtain along his sword path.

It was an ominous sight, as if dark night had suddenly invaded the realm of daylight.

Mukrang Sword Technique, this moment.

Ascending.

The black-purple sword energy extending from Seon Woo-jin’s blade transformed into enormous wings, covering the sky.

They were ominous black wings, the sort one might expect to see on the back of a demon king descended from hell.

Faced with this bizarre spectacle, several bandits who had been charging forward could only scream in terror.

“Eeeeeeeek!”

“Wh-what is that?!”

“A monster!”

The leader, Bloodwind Daedo, shouted, trying to control his men.

“Do not fear! It is merely the sorcery he has unleashed! It is but an illusion…!”

That was the moment.

The black-and-purple wings began to crumble as if collapsing in an instant.

And the shattered wings soon became a torrential rain of massive sword energy, pouring down onto the ground.

Whoooooosh!

“Wh-what?!”

“Waaaaaah!”

Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

“Gwaaah!”

“S-save me!”

The ‘Ascension’ technique of the Silent Wave Sword Method, which unleashes bombardments not with sword energy but with sword force, was not particularly threatening to masters beyond the peak level.

Since ‘Flying Sword’ hadn’t reached the third level, ‘Heaven’s Destruction’, it dispersed its power widely across a broad area. This made it effective only as a dazzling sword technique for those seeing it for the first time. If one deliberately aimed to block it, its power was easily countered.

But that was only true for masters beyond the peak level.

For bandits who had always relied on the power of cavalry and sheer numbers to kill skilled warriors rather than their own skill, ‘Flight’ was inevitably their worst matchup.

It was a technique like a nightmare.

Could the rain falling from hell be like this?

As the rain of sword energy spread widely, bandits and cavalry unable to defend against it began falling, torn apart by the blades.

It was a scene like hell’s monsoon, drenched in blood and slaughter.

Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

“Kwaaaaah!”

“Aaaah!”

“Oh, Mother!”

Bloodstorm Master, the leader of the Bloodstorm Sect, managed to block the rain of sword energy by swinging his great sword with all his might.

But among those who had entered the ’emergency’ zone, fewer than ten could have done so.

Bloodwind Daedo looked around in utter bewilderment.

It was just one single move.

With just one strike, over a hundred bandits surrounding him lay slain, their horses and bodies torn apart.

What was even more horrific was that more were moaning in agony than had died instantly.

“Ugh…”

“S-spare me…”

“My stomach, my stomach…”

“My paal!”

But after briefly surveying the surroundings, the Bloodwind Grandmaster gritted his teeth and shouted again.

“They can’t keep using that tactic over and over! Charge! Charge! We must strike when they can’t use that trick again!”

His words held a certain logic.

If he could use such an absurd trick multiple times, wouldn’t that be too unfair?

The number of bandits remaining was still around nine hundred.

Hearing Bloodwind Grandmaster’s exhortation, the bandits gritted their teeth and began to increase their horses’ speed once more.

I had to kill him before he could use that technique again.

If I could just close the distance, I felt I might be able to catch him.

“Come on! Come on!”

“Ee-ha!”

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!

But Seon Woo-jin, seeing this, smiled faintly and muttered.

“Hmm, I could use more. Shall I give you another shot?”

Then Seolpung stepped forward and said.

“If Jin-ah handles everything alone, wouldn’t that be too embarrassing for me? This time, I’ll give it a try.”

As he spoke, the long silver claws of the Mighty Tiger Clan emerged from Bloodwind’s hand for the first time in ages.

Seeing this, Seonwoo Jin crossed his arms and smiled faintly.

Seolpung did not know any techniques capable of area attacks like Seonwoojin’s.

Both the Beast Fist, a martial art and specialty of the Four Kings family, and the Wheel Blade he learned from Seonwoo Jin were close-range combat techniques.

Therefore, just as Yeon Tae-jin had experienced, Seolpung’s matchup against bandits wasn’t particularly favorable.

But that was only true when there was a significant difference in skill level.

Seolpung and the bandits were far beyond the level where such matchups even mattered.

Dudududu!

“You bastard! Die…!”

Whoosh!

In an instant, four streaks of lightning sliced through the air.

The bandit who had aimed his iron club at Seolpung was torn apart along with his horse, spewing blood from four claw marks.

It was the red claw marks extended from Seolpung’s Tiger Claw technique.

But the man himself remained unaware until his dying breath.

“Haahh…!”

Swoosh!

“Wh-what…!”

Swoosh!

“Ugh, uwaaaaah!”

Waaaaaah!

The space where Seolpung stood seemed to have become an impassable death zone.

Every bandit who crossed his path was torn apart without even getting a chance to fight back.

None of them could even perceive Seolpung’s movements, let alone understand how they were dying.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

“Gaaaah!”

“S-spare me, Kyaaaah!”

As if sucked into a hole in hell, every bandit passing through the blizzard was torn to shreds and crushed.

Then, the eyes of the bandits charging with their dying strength were finally filled with terror.

“Uuuuuuugh!”

“I-I can’t believe it!”

That was no one they could possibly face.

What good is it if there are a thousand or ten thousand of them?

They’ll just be torn apart and die, unable to do anything.

“Ah, no! I can’t do this anymore!”

“Run away, let’s run away!”

“Save me!”

“Aaaah!”

When half the charging bandits were crushed to pieces, the remaining half finally gave up attacking Seolpung and turned their horses around.

They were trying to flee from Seolpung.

But what met their eyes as they turned their horses was Seon Woo-jin, who had somehow appeared there, slowly raising his Moolang Sword.

Sunwoo Jin had somehow gotten ahead of them and was waiting in the direction they intended to flee.

He smiled faintly and muttered.

“No way. How dare you think of returning alive.”

Then, as his body shot upward, enormous black-and-purple wings burst forth from his sword once more.

Once more, the ‘Ascension’ technique of the Moolang Sword Art unfolded.

Whoosh!

The bandits stared up at the black-and-purple wings above them with eyes filled with terror.

And once more, they were drenched by the pouring rain.

A rain of death and slaughter…

Swoosh!

“Aaaaaah!”

“Save me!”

“Kyaaaaaah!”

In front, Seonwoojin; behind, Seolpung.

As masters of martial arts renowned throughout the land, none of the bandits could escape.

They could only wait for death, frozen in terror.

The leader of the Bloodwind Sect, Bloodwind Daedo, could no longer move his horse. He watched the entire massacre with a dazed, vacant gaze.

Then, Seon Woo-jin, who had been slowly walking toward them, showering the bandits with a rain of death, saw him and smiled faintly.

His eyes now emitted a golden glow.

Then, upon seeing his eyes, the Bloodwind Great Sword and the eyes of all the bandits still alive, including himself, began to fill with unbearable terror.