Chapter 339 The Red-Haired Sword Hero, Bae Dae-ha – Part 2

Chapter 339: The Red-Haired Sword Hero, Bae Dae-ha – Part 2

A moment later, Bae Dae-ha, who had been whipping in a frenzy, stopped his hand, gasping for breath.

It was because he couldn’t regulate his breathing.

Then, Pyo Seoguk forced another strained smile and spoke in a cracked voice.

“Klekleklek! To be exhausted by this much? You’re definitely not a tiger, but a dog bastard.”

Opposing his provocation, he gripped the whip tightly once more.

“You bastard…!”

It was then.

Pyo Seok-geuk suddenly asked him with a cold stare.

“But tell me. Is Young Master Kyung still alive?”

Opposition flinched at the question.

Then Pyo Seok-geuk pressed him further, his tone accusatory.

I understand perfectly well that your inferiority complex is the reason you do these despicable things. So you don’t force yourself on women either—you wait until they break their pride themselves. Just like that Taishan Xiao Jun, trapped somewhere in this dungeon.

Taesan Sogun was the nickname of Wang Yeowon, one of the Four Great Beauties of the Dark Sect.

Pyo Seoguk was implying that she too was now imprisoned within this brain prison.

He continued speaking.

“But tell me this. After soothing your inferiority complex with such deeds, did you truly set them free? What if word of this reached outsiders? It could be fatal to you. The son of the Sword Master imprisoning and raping women.”

Opposite Ha’s face had now become completely expressionless.

And contrary to that expressionless face, a thick, viscous killing intent flowed from his eyes.

But seemingly oblivious to this sign, Pyo Seok-geuk continued speaking.

No way. You’re nothing but a bundle of inferiority complexes. There’s no way you’d ever spare anyone who could become your weakness. Am I right? You probably slept with all of them and then killed every single one. You wouldn’t have let any of them go. Kwaaah! Sleeping with women and then killing them all? That’s the very act of a lust demon, isn’t it? A lust demon worthy of dominating an era. Honestly, calling a bastard like you a dog all this time—I feel sorry for the dogs now, kwaaak kwaaak kwaaak kwaaak!”

Looking at Pyo Seo-geuk, whose expression seemed unable to hold back laughter, Cha Ga-deul coldly said in opposition.

“You must not want to live anymore now that you’re old.”

Byeo Seo-geuk looked at the opponent with a ‘Huh?’ expression, then burst out laughing again.

“Ha ha ha ha! Don’t want to live anymore? When did I ever beg you to spare my life? Are you seriously calling that blackmail now? Unbelievable, ha ha ha ha ha!”

He glared at him with cold, defiant eyes and drew his sword.

Clang!

The mood, which had been improving just moments ago, had now completely sunk to the absolute worst.

The desire to subdue him, the man known as one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Masters, had not vanished. Yet he could not spare someone who knew him so well.

With an expressionless face of opposition, he raised his sword high.

Byeo Seok-geuk watched him, yet his smile did not waver.

No, his expression seemed somehow even more refreshing.

Opposition finally let out a battle cry and swung his sword down.

“Die!”

Clang!

Pyo Seok-geuk stopped laughing and stared wide-eyed above his head.

But it wasn’t out of fear of death.

It was because the sword he had wished would end his life did not come down upon his head.

In his eyes, he saw the sight of a man’s hand grasping his own.

Opposition was startled to the point of feeling a chill run down his spine by the sudden presence of the man who had appeared and seized his hand.

He cried out in haste.

“W-Who are you?!”

Then, the man blocking his sword, Seon Woo-jin, looked at him with a terrifying expression and asked.

“Is that true?”

Recognizing Seon Woo-jin’s face, which seemed to have sprung out of the air in opposition, he gasped in horror.

How the hell is this guy even here?

And to think he was listening to what was just said…

But that wasn’t the issue right now.

He had to get through this moment somehow.

The opposition, realizing this, hurriedly retorted.

“Wh-what kind of nonsense is that?! Who would believe the words of a scoundrel like him?! It’s all lies!”

At that moment, Mokrang spoke.

– So that was a lie. It seems everything that old man said earlier was true.

That was the moment.

Sunwoo Jin’s enraged fist slammed into Opponent Ha’s stomach.

Thud!

“Guhhhhhhh!”

He curled up like a shrimp in the face of immense pain.

It felt as if his insides were bursting out.

It was an unparalleled agony, the most horrific pain he had ever known.

But Seon Woo-jin didn’t stop with that one blow.

His fist slammed heavily into Opposite’s stomach once more.

Gahhhhh!

“Guhhhhh!”

And again.

Thud!

“Guhhh!”

A gush of blood spilled from the opposing mouth.

Food and blood mixed together, cascading down like a waterfall.

It felt like even their guts might be mixed in.

I was completely out of my mind.

For someone who had been revered as a nobleman since childhood, it was an unbearable agony.

As he vomited blood and filth all at once, Seon Woo-jin’s fist paused momentarily. He burst into tears and blurted out frantically.

“My… my father is the Sword Master. You… you… you dare touch me…”

With a sneer, Seon Woo-jin struck his stomach once more.

Gurgh!

“Guhhhhh!”

Blood, saliva, tears, and snot spewed forth in opposition.

Now he was in no condition to speak.

His mind had completely snapped.

Seon Woo-jin grabbed the back of his neck, his eyes rolled back, and said.

“Alright, I’ll have to settle this with your father, the Sword Master. How exactly should we deal with your crimes!”

Then, he turned to Pyo Seok-geuk, who was staring blankly, and asked.

“Are you Senior Pyo Seo-geuk of the Wuguk Paedo?”

Startled back to his senses by the question, Pyo Seok-geuk answered.

“Y-yes, I am Pyo Seok-geuk. And you are…?”

Seonwoo Jin then bowed respectfully to him and answered.

“I am Seonwoo Jin, the head of the Seonwoo family and the leader of the Haenam Sect. I apologize, but could you please explain to me how you ended up in this state?”

At that answer, Pyo Seok-geuk stared blankly at the young man before him.

The head of the Seonwoo family? The leader of the Haenam faction?

What kind of nonsensical introduction was that?

Pyo Seok-geuk suddenly frowned and asked back.

“The head of the Haenam Sect? As far as I know, that’s Jin Tae-do, the Haenam Demon Sword…”

Seonwoo Jin cut him off and answered.

“He died by my hand.”

At those words, Pyo Seok-geuk stared blankly at Seon Woo-jin again.

He was a handsome young man who still looked in his twenties.

That such a refined-looking youth had killed Jin Taedo, the Demon Sword of Haenam—it was utterly unbelievable.

No, it wasn’t just that.

The claim that he was the head of the Seonwoo family, or the leader of the Haenam faction, was utterly unbelievable.

Even if he had said just one thing, it would have been hard to believe, but saying several things at once made it even more absurd.

But…

Biao Xueji experienced a strange phenomenon: hearing all those absurd claims delivered with such utter confidence actually made them seem more believable.

And honestly, whether those words were true or false didn’t really matter much to him.

What mattered was that, after a year, someone had appeared before him who opposed him and wasn’t one of his subordinates.

That bastard who beat him to death for opposing it.

Pyo Seo-geuk stared at Seon Woo-jin for a moment before beginning to explain why he had come here.

“The reason I came here is…”

His words trailed off incoherently.

But Seonwoo Jin had no trouble guessing the situation.

“…I fell asleep like that, and when I woke up, I was here. If you ask why he did this to me… I don’t really know either. Honestly, I’m curious myself. That bastard never told me the reason. Maybe it’s because he wasn’t really the Sword Master’s son. Heh heh heh heh!”

Then, having confirmed the truth of his words from Mokrang, Seonwoo Jin suddenly flicked his finger toward him.

Pssh!

The next moment, Pyo Seo-geuk stared in horror at the severed iron chain lying on the ground.

The thick iron chain’s cross-section was cleanly severed, like it had been cut with a saw.

And the reason for this was the steel ring shot from Seon Woo-jin’s finger.

A fine steel ring shot with just enough force to cut only the chain.

Gulp!

Pyo Seo-geuk swallowed unconsciously.

Of course, he felt he could probably do the same if he were in perfect condition.

But for such a young man to cast it so casually like that was absolutely no easy feat.

He suddenly thought.

‘Perhaps that young man really did kill Jin Tae-do.’

And if he had killed Jin Tae-do, then the introduction as the leader of the Haenam faction was also highly likely to be true.

It was while Pyo Seoguk was having these thoughts.

Seon Woo-jin spoke to him.

“Senior Pyo. I’ll handle the warriors of the Brain Prison as I leave. In the meantime, could I ask you to look after the people trapped here?”

“…Me?”

Upon hearing those words, Pyo Seoguk suddenly tried to move his body.

Then, every bone in his body began to make a loud cracking sound.

Crack!

It felt stiff and painful.

Yet, despite the pain, Pyo Seok-geuk’s face broke into a look of pure ecstasy.

His body, reclaiming its freedom after a year, was shouting in celebration.

He answered Seon Woo-jin with a face radiant with joy.

“Leave it to me! Even if my energy hasn’t fully returned due to the mountain poison, these puny little pests in this mountain lodge are no match for me at all!”

Then he suddenly asked Seonwoojin.

“But then what about you…?”

Seon Woo-jin answered, glaring fiercely at the unconscious Bae Dae-ha in his hand.

“I intend to hold the parents accountable for their child’s crimes.”

Seon Woo-jin, holding Oppa-ha in one hand, began walking toward Bidong again.

Unlike before, he made no effort to conceal his body.

Immediately, the guards at the prison gates, followed by the warriors of the mountain lodge, were startled and aimed their swords at him.

“W-Who are you?!”

“Young Master Lee!”

But none of them could utter more than a single word before Seon Woo-jin.

They had all fainted without even realizing how they had been struck.

Puff!

“Guh!”

“Guh!”

Seon Woo-jin mercilessly struck down every warrior he encountered on his way to Bidong, knocking them all unconscious.

He judged that if they had worked under a scoundrel like Ban Dae-ha, they couldn’t be decent people either.

Then, Mok-rang suddenly asked.

– Are you planning to break through Bidong’s walls?

‘Yes, I plan to break through and confront this traitor about his crimes before the Sword Master.’

Muk-rang nodded in understanding.

– Hmm. I see. So you think that if he’s a true swordsman, he wouldn’t turn a blind eye to his son’s crime. If he’s no longer a knight-errant, he’d likely consider taking his son hostage.

At those words, Seon Woo-jin smiled faintly and replied.

‘You seem to know me very well, sir.’

Mukrang responded with a cheerful laugh.

– How long have we been together that you wouldn’t know that? I was called a genius in my own time, ha ha ha ha!

A moment later, Seonwoo Jin finally stood once more before the wall blocking the secret passage.

The warriors guarding that place were already lying unconscious in various spots when he stood before the flying dragon.

He drew his sword, unleashing a deep purple blade aura, then took a deep breath and said.

“Well then, shall we go meet the greatest swordsman of this age?”

In the next instant, his sword, transformed into a beam of light, flashed four times.

It was the sword aura.

Then, the wall, cut into a square shape, began to slide inward slowly.

Thud!

Through the square hole where the wall had vanished, a pitch-black space, void of even a single speck of light, was visible.

That was likely where the Sword Master resided.