Swordless Demonic Path

Chapter 196 : Scentless Flower (1)

Jeokrin was surprised by Jin Sa-wol's martial arts, which were stronger than he had expected. But there was no time to think.

In that fleeting moment, dozens of white dots were stabbing his whole body. They were sword shadows created by Jin Sa-wol, a swarm of sword bullets.

Jeokrin pushed them away with his left hand.

As he extended his left hand forward, a thundering sound echoed, and it swallowed the sword bullets Jin Sa-wol had created.

Jin Sa-wol's left hand flew into it.

Boom!

With an explosion, Jin Sa-wol's and Jeokrin's left palms met. It was that moment. Six shocks struck both of their arms at the same time.

"Six-Layer Demonic Palm!"

"Keuk!"

The two were pushed back by each other's strong repulsive strong energy.

As they unfolded the Six-Layer Demonic Palm at the same time, both Jin Sa-wol and Jeokrin were feeling the same shock.

But the one who had an internal injury was Jin Sa-wol. Jeokrin's internal energy was superior to Jin Sa-wol's.

Jin Sa-wol, who knew that fact, could not help but be surprised.

Jin Sa-wol, who had wiped the blood that had flowed like a thread from between his lips with his sleeve, raised his sword.

"I will kill you today."

"Can you do that?"

Jeokrin also said, raising his sword.

Just then, an explosion erupted from afar, and a scream echoed.

Jin Sa-wol's expression hardened.

Jeokrin, who was happy that interesting things were happening, said, "You cannot kill me. Do you know why? It's because of your weakness. You made friends, made comrades, and gave affection. Today, I will cut off all of your weak affection. Then you will also come to me."

Whoosh! The appearance of Jeokrin, who was stabbing with his sword, pierced Jin Sa-wol's eyes.

The moment a flash of light flickered, Jin Sa-wol's sword struck Jeokrin's sword.

Clang!

When the metallic sound and sparks flew, two men in white came up.

They were the pavilion masters of the Inspection Pavilion.

"Pavilion Master!"

"Pavilion Master Song!"

The two saw Jin Sa-wol and Jeokrin, but Jeokrin's face had already changed to Jin Sa-wol's.

"Hmph!"

"What happened!"

The two pavilion masters, who saw two Jin Sa-wols, looked very flustered.

Jeokrin, as if it were a good thing, moved his sword towards the two pavilion masters. A flash of light split the air and cut off the head of one of the two pavilion masters.

"Avoid it!"

Jin Sa-wol, who had blocked the sword energy that was cutting the head of the remaining one, shouted.

The pavilion master, whose head had been brushed by the sword energy, sat down on the ground. In that instant, Jeokrin jumped up into the air.

The place Jeokrin was going was towards the guest hall.

Jin Sa-wol chased after him and used his lightness skill.

***

A young man with a black robe, coppery skin, and white eyes was hit in the abdomen by a palm and flew back.

Although he had broken through the wall with a boom!, he stood up again and swung his fists and feet, receiving the swords of Woo Jeong-bong and Jo Geom-ok with his bare body.

At the fast and nimble movements, the two went around to the left and right, avoiding and attacking.

It was the combined attack of Jo Geom-ok and Woo Jeong-bong.

"This bastard, is his body made of steel or what?! Fuck! The sword doesn't work!"

"He's a monster."

Although the two had cut the black-robed man's body several times, it was of no use. Only the clothes were cut, and they could not even cut the skin.

Although they used sword energy, even the sword energy was useless.

On the opposite side, a boom! explosion and a scream echoed.

"Aaargh!"

It was the warriors of the Inspection Pavilion and another black-robed man. He was killing the warriors of the Inspection Pavilion with his bare hands.

"Why don't you die, you son of a bitch! Keok!"

As the warrior of the Inspection Pavilion, whose neck was grabbed by the black-robed man, struggled, his comrades rushed in and stabbed or cut the black-robed man's body.

But the black-robed man, with an expressionless face, broke the neck of the warrior whose neck he had grabbed and then threw him at the remaining warriors.

Just then, a man in white passed by the remaining warriors of the Inspection Pavilion like a ghost.

Immediately after, blood spurted, and the warriors of the Inspection Pavilion fell powerlessly. Dark red blood flowed from their necks.

The black-robed men, upon seeing the man in white, stopped their actions as if it were a lie.

Woo Jeong-bong, who saw the man in white, was surprised and shouted.

"Sa-wol! Are you crazy?"

Woo Jeong-bong's and the Jin Sa-wol in white's eyes met. Jin Sa-wol laughed without a sound and pushed his left palm towards Woo Jeong-bong.

Then, with a swish! sound, a grayish-white palm shadow covered Woo Jeong-bong.

"What! You crazy bastard!"

Woo Jeong-bong shouted loudly and jumped up. In that instant, another huge grayish-white palm shadow covered Woo Jeong-bong.

Woo Jeong-bong crouched with his eyes wide open.

"Fuck! What!"

Boom!

As a loud noise erupted in the air, Woo Jeong-bong's figure flew like a kite with a broken string, broke through the roof of the pavilion, and disappeared.

Jo Geom-ok, who was staring blankly at that sight, hurriedly turned her eyes to Jin Sa-wol. But Jin Sa-wol was not there.

Jo Geom-ok felt a presence behind her back.

"Your head is as beautiful as a celadon. It's a shame to break it."

A different voice, not Jin Sa-wol's, echoed from behind her back. Jo Geom-ok's shoulders shook greatly.

"Hmph!"

Swish!

Jeokrin's hand moved towards Jo Geom-ok's Baihui acupoint.

It was then that a pit! sound of light arose.

A white line and Jin Sa-wol's afterimage flickered before Jo Geom-ok's eyes for a moment. Immediately after, she lost consciousness with a heavy shock and flew to the right.

Jeokrin's teeth were biting the Yuseom Sword.

Jin Sa-wol, who had extended his sword forward, opened his eyes wide. It was the first form of the One Sword Killing Ghost, using the Explosive Art with all his might.

But still, Jeokrin had blocked it with his teeth.

In an instant, Jin Sa-wol's left and right sides were deeply pierced. It was the Six-Layer Demonic Palm.

Thump! Thump!

At the huge shock from within, Jin Sa-wol flew back.

Jin Sa-wol, who had landed on the ground, barely stopped his figure.

Jeokrin spat out the sword he had been holding in his mouth with blood. He, who had wiped his lips with his sleeve, showed a satisfied smile.

Because Jin Sa-wol's martial arts had exceeded his expectations.

"This is what it takes to be called my bloodline. As expected, you are the only one who can become a Heavenly Ghost. Follow me. Then you will obtain the world. I will give you the glory of becoming a Heavenly Ghost."

Jeokrin raised his left hand. A small grayish-white strong sphere was created in his palm, and it whirled, emitting a strong energy.

Jin Sa-wol, who had bent his waist, raised his head and then extended his right hand forward.

"Go to hell."

With a whoosh! sound, the Yuseom Sword that had been at Jeokrin's feet rose on its own and stabbed Jeokrin's Adam's apple like lightning.

Flash! As a lightning bolt bloomed from the ground, Jeokrin's figure split to the left and right and then disappeared like smoke.

Jeokrin, who had appeared one zhang behind, frowned.

The sword that had risen into the air rotated once and then entered Jin Sa-wol's hand.

"Sword control?"

Jeokrin's eyes widened when he saw the martial arts that were close to divine. He had seen the sword of a realm that martial artists dreamed of.

As he hurriedly released his internal energy, his face changed to Cheon Yu-myeong's.

"It's truly surprising... surprising."

Jin Sa-wol, who was looking at Jeokrin, had a pale complexion, as if he had an internal injury from the excessive use of internal energy.

"Cough! Cough!"

Jin Sa-wol, who had coughed up blood with a cough, staggered and stood up. He had unconsciously unfolded the sword control, and he had no internal energy left.

Even though he had only moved the sword once, he felt a huge amount of internal energy drain out and scatter in all directions.

His dantian was empty, and he felt a sense of emptiness and dizziness.

'I can't die here.'

Jin Sa-wol put strength into his legs, emitting a strong killing intent. His gaze was still alive.

Jeokrin suddenly coveted Jin Sa-wol's internal energy.

Originally, martial artists instinctively show two reactions to those who have strong martial arts that they do not possess.

One is to have a sense of awe because they cannot win, and the other is jealousy and envy.

On top of that, Jeokrin had greed. The desire to make it his own.

"Baby. Don't resist uselessly and follow my will. Like these children."

After Jeokrin finished speaking and gestured, the two young men who had been standing like firewood stood side by side behind him.

They were expressionless wooden dolls with emotionless pupils.

"Follow me when I say it nicely."

"The dog barks well."

"If you can't go alive, I'll have to kill you and take your corpse."

The moment Jeokrin finished speaking, he disappeared with an afterimage and then, in the meantime, stabbed Jin Sa-wol's chest with his sword.

Jin Sa-wol put strength into his arm, seeing the approaching Jeokrin.

'Move.'

Unlike his mind, his right arm, which was holding the sword, did not move. In his eyes, he saw another sword brushing his shoulder.

The person holding the sword was Son Ae-hwa. Her face brushed past Jin Sa-wol.

Son Ae-hwa's lips moved.

-It's okay.

Although the voice was not heard, it looked like that in Jin Sa-wol's eyes. Jin Sa-wol's eyes widened.

Jeokrin's sword faltered, and he saw it cut Son Ae-hwa's arm and pass her neck.

It was like a very slowly flowing water.

Son Ae-hwa, whose neck was half cut, was looking at Jin Sa-wol even as she was falling. It seemed she was trying to say something, but her voice was not heard.

Thud!

Son Ae-hwa, who had fallen, was looking at the sky with her eyes wide open.

Jeokrin stopped in front of Jin Sa-wol and raised his sword.

"It seems you're not the only one with a lot of affection. This is why people are useless."

In that instant, a swarm of countless lights arose before Jeokrin's eyes. One of them had already pierced his left shoulder.

"Ugh!"

Jeokrin, who had retreated with a groan, looked at Jin Sa-wol, who had increased to twenty. It was the appearance of having raised the Phantom Demonic Ghost Step to its peak.

Everyone was real, and there was no such thing as a phantom. So it was a scary footwork.

"I'll kill you."

"Maintain your composure no matter what happens."

"Shut up."

The words 'shut up' were heard from behind Jeokrin. Jeokrin turned his body and blocked Jin Sa-wol's sword. After that, he also changed to nine and mixed with Jin Sa-wol.

Countless sword shadows and lightning bolts flickered.

Four semicircular sword energies that had increased to four cut Jeokrin.

Jeokrin also raised his strong energy and pressed Jin Sa-wol.

"Uwaaaap!"

Boom! Boom!

As the light exploded, Jin Sa-wol's figure was pushed back about ten zhang and then stopped.

Jin Sa-wol's hair was disheveled, and his upper garment had long since disappeared.

"Ugh!"

Jin Sa-wol, who had coughed up a bowl of blood, looked at Jeokrin with bloodshot eyes and then advanced forward again.

His left arm was in a state of being half bent. He himself did not know when it had been bent like that. Although blood from his forehead soaked his face, he did not feel any pain.

Jin Sa-wol, who had extended his sword forward, unconsciously put all his internal energy into the sword at once.

A strange heat flowed like a wind in the empty air.

Sreuk!

A sound like a page of a book being turned was heard in Jeokrin's ear.

Immediately after, in Jeokrin's eyes, he saw the space where he and Jin Sa-wol were standing being cut as if a page of a book were being turned.

The strong energy he had created was cut, the strong sphere was also cut, and even the sword he was holding in his hand was cut.

"Huh?"

There was no feeling or sound. But a bloodline that had started from his left chest went down to his right side and then, with a sreuk, passed.

It was immediately after that that blood spurted.

"Hmph!"

Jeokrin, without realizing it, flew back and retreated about ten zhang. The moment he felt his flesh being cut, he had avoided it.

Hot blood flowed down from his chest.

(End of Chapter)