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| Chapter 314 |
"Dare!"
Jang Hamun roared with anger.
Although he was doing work that was more akin to a merchant than a warrior at the moment, he was an unbeatable master that could not be ignored.
Jang Hamun boasted that he was the best swordsman in Hae-mun Province.
He swung his sword like lightning towards the incoming bandits.
Clang!
The force of the sword strike scattered and a powerful blow was delivered.
The bandit at the forefront staggered from the impact. He had to endure the full force of Jang Hamun's sword, which contained tremendous strength.
He felt the pain of his wrist breaking and his organs being crushed, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
At the moment he endured the pain, the bandits on both sides sprang out and attacked Jang Hamun.
"Damn it!"
Jang Ha-moon blocked the attacks of the warriors by swinging his sword clumsily.
The warriors' attacks were sharp and efficient, and they didn't waste any movements. Their gaze, body language, and breathing all had meaning, but Jang Ha-moon failed to notice.
He didn't have much experience in fighting with a sword and his instincts were dull, which made it difficult for him to exert his full strength.
He remembered the words of the senior monk, who said that if there was grease on his stomach, his life as a warrior was over. He had ignored those words before, but now he realized how careless he had been.
The warriors were clearly superior to him in martial arts, but he was unable to overpower them and was instead being pushed back.
His thick belly was hindering his movements and breathing, preventing him from exerting his full strength. This was also the case with the chief officer, Woo Gun-chang.
Although he was a skilled warrior, he had neglected his martial arts training and had focused on his duties as a chief officer, and the cost was severe.
The sound of clashing swords echoed, and Jang Ha-moon was pushed back by his opponent's attack. He barely managed to block the attack, but he couldn't avoid getting injured.
He felt extreme danger and his eyes trembled with fear.
His subordinates were falling with desperate screams.
Despite having many more subordinates, they couldn't withstand even a few seconds and were falling down like they were swept away by a tidal wave.
Jin Yugeon's subordinates were survival experts on the battlefield.
They had numerous experiences and knew how to efficiently penetrate enemy lines, except for experts like Jang Hamun or Ugun Chang, they never held onto an opponent for long.
They constantly switched positions, disrupted their opponent, and searched for openings like a venomous snake.
In a moment, the front line of the Haeryongbang collapsed.
Jin Yugeon ran through the gap, shouting, "Let's go!"
As soon as his order was given, his subordinates rushed with all their might. Even the unarmed men who were clinging onto Janghamun and Ugunchang fled without hesitation, turning their backs and running away.
In an instant, they had crossed over the wall of the Hayongbang and disappeared from sight.
"What?"
Janghamun stood there, dumbfounded, looking in the direction where they had vanished.
Normally, he would have pursued them.
He had to avenge the one who had infiltrated the Hayongbang and caused chaos. That was the only way to restore the shattered authority. But he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He had experienced the opponent's strength firsthand and realized how rusty his own body had become.
He was no longer an unbeatable warrior.
"Ha!"
His sigh was carried away by the wind.
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Jinyugeon and his subordinates, who had pierced through the defense line of the Hayongbang, raced through the streets at a terrifying speed.
They no longer had to worry about attracting attention.
It was time to escape from the Haymoon. However, their run was blocked by a man who suddenly appeared in front of them.
"My lord!"
It was Do-yeop, who had been sent to find peace.
Jinyugeon's expression stiffened at Do-yeop's appearance.
It didn't feel right for some reason.
"Do-yeop!"
"We're being pursued right now."
"Pursued?"
"The ones who killed Hwapyeong are chasing us. Their martial arts skills are not to be underestimated."
"They're following our tracks?"
"Yes! They're not ordinary men."
Do-yeop replied in a hurry.
His expression and tone were not his usual hurried manner. If Do-yeop was showing this much emotion, it meant that the pursuers were not ordinary people.
"We'll hear the explanation later. For now, let's retreat."
"Yes!"
Jin Yugeon made a quick decision.
In this situation, quick decision-making was an essential virtue that a leader must possess.
Jin Yugeon led his subordinates down a different path than their original route to shake off the pursuers tracking Doyeop. However, his efforts were in vain.
"These guys!"
Suddenly, with a roar, an elderly mute with a yellow beard, Tarha, appeared.
His gaze fell on the Bo-do stuck in Jin Yugeon's waist.
In an instant, his eyes were clouded with anger.
"It's you guys."
Kwaah!
The force from his whole body exploded like a volcano.
The sword stuck in Jin Yugeon's waist was undoubtedly the Ma-hon-do, a treasure of the Mara sect.
"How dare you steal the treasure of this sect. I will never forgive you."
His powerful strike was aimed at Jin Yugeon.
In an instant, mute men jumped out from both sides of Jin Yugeon to block Tarha's attack.
As always, they used joint attacks to block the enemy's attack and retaliate. This had been their successful tactic, which had never failed before. However, unfortunately, it didn't work this time.
Kwaaang!
"Crack!"
"Kek!"
Two unmanned people who stood in the way of Tarha were thrown into the air, covered in blood. The energy in his fists was clearly a powerful force.
It was an ominous crimson force known as "kwon gang" (拳罡).
"Give me Mahondo," Tarha rushed towards Jin Yugeon.
His goal was the Mahondo that was embedded in Jin Yugeon's waist.
Nothing else caught his attention.
"Kut!"
Jin Yugeon dodged Tarha's attack, thinking of him as an angry wild boar.
Fighting against Tarha, who had exploded in anger here, was foolish. Jang Hamun, who had regained his senses, could lead his subordinates and come rushing here. They had to leave before that happened.
"It can't be helped."
Jin Yugeon's gaze on Tarha became cold.
Escaping without any conflict was the best option, but it was already too late. They had to take the second best option.
It was to quickly take care of their opponent and escape.
Jin Yugeon flew towards Tarha.
His sword, embedded in Tarha's waist, was pulled out like a shooting star.
Kang!
Jin Yugeon's sword clashed with Tarha's fist.
Tarha tried to break Jin Yugeon's sword and strike him directly, but surprisingly, Jin Yugeon's sword blocked Tarha's kwon gang and remained unscathed.
His sword bent like a willow branch, but soon returned to its original shape.
"You're a great soldier."
Tahra was greatly surprised.
If there was a sword that could collide head-on with Kwong Kang without breaking, it was already considered a treasure.
There were not many such items in the world.
The sword, which looked ordinary at first glance, was actually a rare famous sword in the world.
Swish!
Jin Yoo-geon's sword pierced Tahra's entire body as it swayed back and forth.
The Bloodline Flowing Sword.
It was an unknown martial art in the world.
It was a practical swordsmanship that only Jin Yoo-geon had learned in the world.
"Amazing."
Tahra unintentionally let out a word of admiration.
He was not a romantic person who would admire the opponent's movements in battle. But Jin Yoo-geon's swordsmanship was so impressive that he couldn't help but admire it.
After the first collision, Jin Yoo-geon avoided colliding head-on with Tahra's Kwong Kang and instead aimed for vital points with his sword.
The swordsmanship was so fierce and ruthless that not even Tahra, the best fighter in the world, could dare to underestimate it and flinched. But that was only for a moment, as Tahra immediately unleashed his Suragum Hwangkwon Fist.
Quarrung!
A thunderous roar echoed in the dry sky. Then a blood-red ki, like lightning, was shot towards Jin Yoo-geon. He narrowly avoided Tahra's ki and approached him.
"You!"
Tahra opened his eyes wide.
Hiss!
Jin Yoo-geon's sword grazed past his forearm.
The wound wasn't too deep, but the fact that his flesh was split open startled Tarha who was just as surprised.
His body was as hard as steel, trained by the Surak Geumhwang-gwon martial arts.
Even Jin Yoo-geon was surprised.
His sword was sharp enough to cut through almost anything, yet it only left a mark on Tarha's flesh.
Tarha's martial arts skills exceeded his expectations.
The longer he dragged out the fight against such an opponent, the more disadvantageous it became for him.
"Things have become difficult."
Even if things go wrong, they shouldn't go this wrong.
Looking back, he realized that things had gone wrong since they had hidden in Haemun Port. If he hadn't been detected by a boy, things wouldn't have escalated to this point. Thinking about it made him angry.
Jin Yoo-geon tried to suppress his anger and assessed the situation calmly.
"We will discard what needs to be discarded."
Whistle!
He blew a long whistle, and his subordinates shielded Tarha for him.
What he wanted to discard was the lives of his subordinates.
It was a regretful loss of their full potential, but it was an unavoidable decision.
Dozens of people attacked Tarha at once. In the meantime, Jin Yoo-geon left the battlefield.
The remaining subordinates followed him. One of them was carrying the man they had captured from the Haeryongbang gang.
The man was unconscious, with his head hanging on his back. The exhausted expression on his subordinate's face was apparent. However, he bit his lips and followed Jin Yoo-geon.
He had never expected to suffer such a significant loss before entering this place.
"You coward! Are you trying to escape? How dishonorable."
The angry voice of Tarha echoed through the streets.
He was trying to chase Jin Yu-geon, but every time, Jin's subordinates grabbed his ankles and held him back.
It was a fight that was never meant to be fair from the start.
If Tarha was a giant grizzly bear, they were just hunting dogs.
The longer they dragged out the fight, the more certain their deaths became. Yet they faced Tarha without any fear.
They couldn't beat Tarha, but they could delay him by grabbing his ankles.
"These...!"
Tarha's yellow beard trembled.
It was unbelievable.
Anyone, regardless of who they are, desires to continue living.
It was one of the innate properties of life.
No matter how prepared one is to face death, when faced with it, they can't help but falter. But these people showed no sign of fear.
It was as if the emotion of fear had been completely overridden.
"What on earth are these people?"
While Tarha was struggling, Jin-yugun and his subordinates had already left the area and were nowhere to be seen.
Tarha continuously displayed his prowess in martial arts, unleashing his Suragum Hwang-gwon technique against the nameless men who were holding onto his ankles.
"Crack!"
"Ugh!"
The ghostly squad of men screamed in agony and collapsed.
Their screams echoed in Jin-yugun's ears even though they were no longer visible. His forehead wrinkled with unease.
As much as he prided himself on his strong will, it was impossible for him to maintain his composure in the face of his subordinates' screams. However, his mission was more important than their lives.
Jin-yugun tried to maintain an indifferent expression as he ran as fast as he could. The harbor soon appeared before his eyes.
He boarded the fastest-looking ship among the ones moored in the harbor.
As soon as they boarded the ship, his subordinates raised the anchor and prepared to set sail.
"Let's go!"
They quickly left the harbor.
"Phew!"
Jin-yugun breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, he was able to relax. However, he failed to notice that a small boat was following them closely behind.
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