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| Chapter 319 |
"If it's made of that kind of facial leather, then it can cover up even this ugly face."
"I will definitely peel off that beautiful face and turn it into a leather ball. Goshin-ok's eyes were fiercely burning with such desire."
Consumed by desire, Goshin-ok became a Sura.
"Get ready! Wash!"
His sword flew towards Pyowol at a terrifying speed.
The Sura, who had risen from hell, seemed to be going crazy.
The killing techniques he had completed by killing countless people were truly frightening.
Even if he was a skilled martial artist, his appearance of running towards his goal with no regard for his own life was mind-boggling.
However, Pyowol's face showed no change in expression as she looked at him.
Goshin-ok shouted, "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"...."
"Watch your eyes. Before I rip you to shreds...."
I apologize for the mistake. Let me correct my previous response:
Goshin-ok attacked with his evil intent, but Pyowol didn't let a single attack slip by and received them all without moving a step from his position.
His lack of reaction made Goshin-ok even angrier.
Pyowol had always been like that. He looked down at him with a gaze that seemed to come from a high place, as if everything in the world was under his feet. That made him even more furious.
He wondered how high he had to look to not even pay attention to those who were beneath his feet.
When Pyowol was in the underground community, all the children had to be careful around him. He had a much stronger influence than the children who were struggling to survive on their own.
Goshin-ok didn't like Pyowol, so he acted as if he didn't care.
But now he knows for sure.
He was jealous of Pyowol.
He had only acted tough because he didn't want to look pathetic.
As he lost his face, Gosinok also lost the mask that hid his inner thoughts.
His face clearly showed jealousy and desire towards Pyowol.
Gosinok fiercely attacked Pyowol.
"Shiak! Shwik!"
Only his sword's gleam shone in the dark cabin.
Pyowol skillfully avoided all of his attacks and spoke.
"As I expected."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your skills, they are just like old times."
"Don't lie. I have evolved. I have reached a level that you cannot even imagine."
"Then why can't you defeat me?"
Pyowol's cold voice awakened Gosinok's mind.
Only then did he notice Pyowol's state.
While he was drenched in sweat, Pyowol's breathing remained steady.
Gosinok's spine chilled in an instant.
"Are you saying that you didn't use all of your power against me? That I couldn't be your opponent? No, that can't be."
Gosinok tried to deny his own thoughts.
If he had been unable to reach Pyowol's level after years of training in the hellish battlefield, then he would be too pathetic.
He couldn't bear the thought of all the difficult times he had gone through being invalidated by Pyowol.
"Ah!"
Gosinok screamed and swung his sword more fiercely.
The gaze of Pyowol watching him became even more deeply submerged.
Gosinok was not a mere killer now.
The greatest virtue of a killer was the unshakable cold reason and composure at any moment.
No matter how unfavorable the situation was, they did not get excited, endured, and aimed for the one opportunity that would eventually come.
The killer was such a being.
Gosinok was just raging, forgetting the body of such a killer.
Although his martial arts may have become stronger than before, he did not show the sharpness or cold reason that he felt in the underground community.
Now, Gosinok is just a killer born on the battlefield.
As much as his face had changed, many things had changed as well.
He did not feel sorry for himself.
He did not have a deep relationship with Pyowol, who was merely a colleague who trained in the same space.
After all, a killer who hides in the darkness and kills others cannot live comfortably with others.
He did not become a killer by his own choice. But once he stepped into the world of a killer, it was impossible to turn back.
Pyowol had never forgotten his own identity even once. That's why he developed his martial arts according to his identity.
Gosinok and Pyowol were different.
From now on, he would let him know that fact.
The martial arts of one walking the path of an assassin.
Swish!
Gosin-ok's sword pierced through Pyo-wol's body, but no blood was spilled.
"Is this another illusion?"
Gosin-ok exclaimed in frustration.
What his sword had pierced was an illusion created by Pyo-wol's Demon shadow.
If Gosin-ok still possessed the coldness of an assassin, he would never have fallen for such a subtle trick. But blinded by greed, he could not discern such a difference.
Pyo-wol repelled Gosin-ok with his Demon Shadow and unleashed a dark lightning bolt.
Zap!
The neural pathways throughout his body were pierced by Pyo-wol's psychic power.
The world expanded, his nervous system reacted wildly, and the speed of his thoughts increased.
Only Pyo-wol could see and react to his own world.
Gosin-ok was moving at a speed that he could never react to.
Thud!
"Crack!"
Pyo-wol's breaking jade strike hit Gosin-ok's chest.
As Gosin-ok was sent flying with blood spraying everywhere, Pyo-wol chased after him.
His afterimage writhed like a snake's tail.
Gosin-ok looked at Pyo-wol with wide eyes.
Their eyes met in midair.
In that instant, Gosin-ok felt a chilling presence.
"A snake?"
In the darkness, the shining eyes of Pyowol reminded one of a snake.
The ghost sword in his hand flew towards him like the venomous fangs of a snake, aiming for his carotid artery.
Gosinok swung his sword to strike down Pyowol's ghost sword, but his sword passed through empty space.
Puk!
Then a gruesome sound of a cut emerged from his neck.
The ghost sword was deeply embedded in his carotid artery, just like a snake injecting its fangs into its prey's neck.
"Kuk!"
The scream came out belatedly.
Gosinok grabbed his neck and stepped back.
His steps were unsteady as he retreated, lacking strength.
Not much blood flowed from his neck, but it was certain that it would gush out like a waterfall once the ghost sword was removed.
Tuk!
Gosinok sat down in his chair.
His face was filled with a sense of despair.
The fact that his honed tactics on the battlefield posed no threat to Pyowol left him feeling empty.
"You're really a crazy bastard," Goshinok said, looking at Pyowol with a dejected expression.
He didn't even have the energy to say he was tired of it all.
The madness in his eyes slowly dissipated, and all the negative emotions that had sustained him until now, such as malice, envy, and all kinds of negative feelings, crumbled away.
Goshinok knew exactly what this meant.
His life was slipping away.
Goshinok laughed bitterly as he looked at Pyowol.
"Hehe! I still wanted to try that face skin once though."
"I guess it doesn't matter what happens to the shell, but I still don't want to be robbed by someone else."
"Of course not. You never suffered any losses."
"Do you think you will answer, if you ask who makes Guryong Salmakju?"
"Hehe! Of course not. You wouldn't even answer if you were in my situation."
"That's right."
"That's why I'm not telling you. I have to keep at least some dignity."
Gosinok chuckled.
Even so, his gruesome face looked even more gruesome. Nevertheless, Pyowol looked at Gosinok without furrowing his brows.
Gosinok spoke while looking at Pyowol.
"You won't live comfortably from now on. The Gurongsalmaegi will now pay attention to you. As I did to you, they will force you to choose. Follow or die. I wonder if you'll still hold your head up high like now when that happens."
"I told you. I already made a deal with Guryongsalmak and Eunwon. Yet, I'm still alive and well."
"Hopeless bastard. He had bad luck till the end..."
The voice of Go Shin-ok became less frequent.
His eyes lost focus.
The face of Pyowol, which was already blurry, could no longer be seen.
"But I should have given him a taste of my blade...."
That was Go Shin-ok's last thought.
Pyowol silently looked at the lifeless Go Shin-ok for a moment before pulling out the ghost dart stuck in his neck.
Blood gushed out like a waterfall and stained Pyowol's face.
Pyowol stored the ghost dart in his leather belt and stood up.
He felt no remorse despite killing his former colleague. He wondered if he was really human.
He had a human shell, but what was inside was not human.
It was still the same now.
Rather than grieving for the death of Gosinok, whom he had killed with his own hands, Pyowol instead searched the cabin.
As the captain of this ship, he would surely be in contact with Guryongsalmak. If he could find the correspondence exchanged, he might be able to discover the true identity of Guryongsalmak.
Pyowol first opened the wooden chest near the table.
Inside the chest, he saw the Mahondo sword.
Kwaaang!
Suddenly, the ship shook violently with a loud noise.
Pyowol quickly grabbed the Mahondo sword and ran to the window.
He saw the dark sea beyond the window, and another ship faintly lit by a light across the sea.
Although the distance was too far and the light was too dim to see the clear shape, the overall shape was similar to the ship he was on.
In that moment, flames flashed from the distant ship. Then, Pyowol's ship shook violently with a loud noise.
Kwaang!
A figure standing on the mast of the ship firing the cannon could be seen.
It was too far away to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but it was certain that their gaze was directed towards him.
The distance between the ship that Tae-Musang was on and the one firing the cannon was over 300 yards. And yet, they were looking at Tae-Musang from such a far distance.
It was a power that transcended human limits.
Tae-Musang felt a chill down his spine.
The immense pressure and pain conveyed through the opponent's gaze seemed to burn his eyeballs.
No one had ever caused him this much pressure and pain from such a far distance, not even at close range.
Instinctively, Tae-Musang recognized that he was the leader of the Ghost Fleet.
KukuKuku!
Two more ships appeared, breaking through the rough waves. The new ship appeared side by side with the ship firing the cannon and fired the cannon together.
Kwakwang!
A pillar of fire and water shot up simultaneously from the ship that Pyowol was on.
"Escape!"
"Get out quickly!"
The crew lowered a small boat and jumped onto it.
Some landed exactly on the boat, but others fell into the sea.
Those who fell into the sea became prey for the fish.
"Screams!"
"Help me!"
Although they screamed for help, the crew on the small boat did not look back and rowed away. The small boat was heading towards where the ships were firing cannons.
Boom!
Debris and flames shot up to the mast where Pyowol was standing.
The flames brightly illuminated Pyowol's face.
And then, it happened.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, something flew towards Pyowol, tearing through the air with a terrifying sound.
It was too late to dodge.
By the time Pyowol sensed it, the object had already reached him.
He instinctively unfolded his fists.
Crack!
"Ugh!"
With a cracking sound, Pyowol let out a frustrated groan.
The long object was falling underneath the mast, bent out of shape.
It was a spear.
Made of steel.
The Ghost Fleet Captain had accurately thrown the spear towards Pyowol from a far distance of 300 yards.
He was laughing as he looked at Pyowol.
Although his face was not visible, Pyowol could tell that he was laughing.
"Is that a greeting?"
Pyowol looked at the fist that he had unfolded.
There was a deep scar on the back of his hand.
It was a deep wound that exposed his bones.
No one on any deserted island, not even three hundred men, could throw a spear with such power as Kangho's.
The martial arts of the Ghost Ship's captain were truly in an electrifying state.
He jumped off the mast as if he had no sense of reason.
Quang! Quaaang!
Immediately after that, the cannons on the ship he was on were fired one after another.
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