Chapter 41
To face an opponent with the tip of the sword raised means to kill with intent to kill.
Where I must kill my opponent in order not to die.
At the same time, my back is turned.
To prevent the death of those whose trust is based solely on me.
A place where I must abandon all mercy.
A place where I must not blink an eye at the cries for help.
It was called the battlefield.
Arriving at the ghastly battlefield, I watched as the men crossed swords and snarled at each other.
Thickly gripped pakdos, axes made of ash wood, toothless sabers, and shapeless moon swords.
A feast of weapons whose lack of form makes them seem all the more menacing.
This was the Green Forest.
Of the three strongholds of the Green Forest, this was the one that was currently the most active.
Men who wielded their bodies as if they were weapons, except for the vital parts that were barely covered by leopard skin.
Thwack!
Another group of men facing the bandits with sword tips raised and causing friction were members of the Southern Palace, each wearing a familiar mark across their chests.
“Dead!”
“Ouch!”
“Wipe them out!”
“Let’s kill all the sword-wielding sandbags and have a festival today!”
Spread out across the foothills, hard to center.
Spears of all kinds clash, cutting off lungs and limbs.
Screams and shrieks erupted as they struggled to survive.
Seeing the scene for the first time, Kang Woo-moon and Dong-hwi were blue in the face.
The two young men cleared their stiff necks and clenched their teeth to keep from falling.
