Chapter 69: Dispatch to the Ascension Pavilion (4)
During my seventh year at the Ascension Pavilion, while heading to the Jianchang Branch for training, we were ambushed by the Southern Heavenly Palace.
They aimed to take hostages, mostly the children of high-ranking officials from the Nine Dragon City.
Naturally, we resisted.
Soon, a scene of slaughter unfolded before our eyes.
Instructors and Ascension Pavilion members rushed in and somehow repelled them, but not everyone survived.
Nine of the trainees, all over thirty, died.
‘Juh-ho.’
Jusang-man’s older brother and a friend I met at the Ascension Pavilion.
He was also one of the nine trainees who died.
If only I had kept my wits about me, I could have saved him.
But I was frozen in terror, unable to move.
After it was all over, seeing his body, I engraved both guilt and the cruelty of the martial world deep within my heart.
It was probably from that moment.
That leaving Nine Dragons Fortress to live a life of seclusion in remote mountain valleys became my dream.
But.
Witnessing the death of the young disciple, the words ‘seclusion in the mountains’ vanished from my mind.
Only rage flared as the terrified face of Joo-ho, who had died gripped by terror, flashed before my eyes.
Crackle. Snap.
Jeon Wang-gi moved faster than usual.
Boom!
He unleashed an even more powerful strike.
Thud.
Six pieces scattered in all directions, mingled with blood.
“D-demon!”
“Bullshit.”
You bastards who prey on children are the devils.
Thud.
The battle ended as a casually thrown fist pierced the screaming man’s face.
