Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120

 

“!!!!”

 

By the time Ghost Face Prince realized it, the Old Man’s hand was already before his eyes. A master’s move.

 

“Don’t you know that running your mouth wrong can get you killed, even without seeing the future?”

 

It meant he would kill him if he mocked him further.

 

Ghost Face Prince couldn’t be unaware of this.

 

However, this man also had a foul temper despite his appearance.

 

“Haven’t you heard that moving your hands wrong can get you killed instead? Did you forget because you’re old?”

 

“Hah…!”

 

“Hah…! Then why don’t you try moving your hands more?”

 

“Shall I?”

 

In an instant, the tension intensifies.

 

The waves of Energy Wave boiling up between them grow larger.

 

It was an aura that even masters far away would be able to feel.

 

Amidst the boiling Energy Wave.

 

“Stop!”

 

It was Ghost Face Prince who chose to back down first.

 

‘Damn old bastard.’

 

Unlike the Old Man who didn’t care about consequences, Ghost Face Prince had something at stake.

 

As someone who truly followed the Guild Master, he didn’t want to ruin this situation with his own hands.

 

It seemed like that Poison Demon Physician had already ruined eighty percent of it by stepping forward.

 

He couldn’t destroy the remaining twenty percent with his own hands.

 

Everything was irritating to Ghost Face Prince.

 

‘Damn it. Do I have to put up with other bastards acting arrogant?’

 

The fact that the work he was in charge of here wasn’t going properly.

 

Especially that Old Man right in front of him too.

 

‘I didn’t like him from the beginning. Why on earth did the Guild Master bring such an old man?’

 

Nothing made sense to him.

 

Nevertheless, the reason he had endured until now was because he was pleased with how things were unfolding.

 

Wasn’t blood being spilled? Over the nonexistent Poison Horn Secret Manual.

 

He had endured because there was entertainment in watching these foolish martial artists.

 

But even that was now growing tiresome.

 

Ever since that fellow called Poison Demon Physician appeared, the bloodshed had noticeably decreased.

 

There wasn’t enough blood.

 

The blood that needed to be spilled for the great cause!

 

“You’re always one step short. That’s why you’re still called a prince.”

 

“Ha. Now that your mouth is loose, you only spout nonsense. Why don’t you recite one of those futures you claim to read so well?”

 

“I don’t recite futures. I’ve only been stating what’s most probable.”

 

“That’s nonsense…!”

 

“Enough. If you want it so badly, I suppose I should recite one for you.”

 

“What? That things will go wrong and the Guild Master will crack your skull? That you’ll be ridiculed by the others?”

 

“You seem to fear that.”

 

“…”

 

Ghost Face Prince, having finally taken a hit, fell silent.

 

The old man only smiled lightly, as if he could guess everything going through his mind.

 

Even that was displeasing.

 

But there was still something he needed to hear.

 

“What is that one thing?”

 

“That fellow will die within a short time.”

 

The old man’s hand that had been pointing at Ghost Face Prince.

 

That hand was now pointing at Jung Myeong.

 

“Ho! That’s the first thing you’ve said in a while that I like! But how? There’s no one here who can handle that fellow?”

 

“It’s simple.”

 

“So how exactly?”

 

“Call Ghost Killer.”

 

“!!!!”

 

Ghost Killer. Wasn’t he a master assassin from the previous generation?

 

To hear the alias of that master who had successfully completed Hundred Kills and retired, here of all places.

 

It was surprising.

 

‘How would they summon him?’

 

But it was questionable.

 

How exactly would they summon him?

 

“Throw this at Hazhong Inn and leave it there. Then he’ll come on his own.”

 

“Hazhong Inn?”

 

“That’s right. The place where we stayed for two days before. The place with that old Inn Master.”

 

“Don’t tell me that old man is….”

 

“They say when your tongue gets too long, it’s time to die, don’t they?”

 

“!!!!”

 

In the Old Man’s hand was a shabby dagger.

 

The dagger was very short and small, suitable only for suicide, and appeared worn as if it couldn’t withstand the passage of time.

 

Ghost Face Prince gripped the dagger that he normally wouldn’t even glance at.

 

‘What exactly is this dagger that it would make that Ghost Killer move?’

 

The question remained.

 

However, the Old Man wasn’t one to speak nonsense.

 

He would come if called.

 

He just grumbled a bit because his pride was hurt.

 

“Old man, I didn’t come here to run your errands….”

 

“Don’t you want to see the real Ghost Killer?”

 

“….”

 

“Go and come back.”

 

Ghost Face Prince had no choice but to stop grumbling.

 

He glanced at Jung Myeong’s bloodshed visible below and then moved his steps.

 

After Ghost Face Prince left like that.

 

Though a strong wind blew and tickled his hair, the Old Man’s gaze remained fixed only on what was below.

 

“Tsk tsk. Ghost Killer shouldn’t be used like this. This is ruined. Ruined. How can this be… I can’t cut it off even if I wanted to, can I?”

 

He clicked his tongue and muttered something only he understood for a long while.

 

Sometimes he got angry, and other times he laughed like a madman.

 

Throughout his incomprehensible behavior, his gaze remained directed downward.

 

* * *

 

Puhwaaaaak-!

 

Blood spreads everywhere.

 

“Kraaaah!”

 

“Kill him!”

 

The spurting blood obscured his vision.

 

He wiped his face with his hand to clear it away.

 

Jeong Do-an knew well that he couldn’t rest for even a moment to avoid the sword slashing through the wind toward him.

 

‘I have to block it!’

 

He was still just a low-ranking warrior of the Martial Alliance.

 

A martial artist belonging to a branch that hadn’t even received proper training.

 

But his sense of justice was higher than anyone else’s.

 

That’s why he moved. To stop the bloodshed unfolding before him.

 

However, it seemed insufficient.

 

There were too many enemies. And too few people from his branch to stop them.

 

They were also being overwhelmed in skill.

 

The enemies had clearly come here with resolve.

 

‘Why the hell are these bastards causing trouble here!’

 

He cursed, but nothing changed.

 

He instinctively felt death gradually approaching before his eyes.

 

It was unfair. Wasn’t this a life that hadn’t even had a chance to bloom yet?

 

He had thought life would change once he joined the Martial Alliance.

 

Still, he couldn’t choose and take responsibility for his own life.

 

Unable to break through the wall blocking his path, he felt himself reaching his limits.

 

At this rate, wasn’t it no different from a few years ago when he wore rags and begged for food!

 

Far from calling forth wind and clouds, he didn’t even have luck.

 

‘Ahhh…!’

 

It was the moment he keenly felt this reality.

 

Reality was even worse.

 

Puuuuk-

 

There was a sword piercing through his waist.

 

The chilling sensation of sharp metal stabbing into his waist at that moment.

 

“Kuk…!”

 

It brought him such pain that he couldn’t even let out a loud scream.

 

‘I, I am…’

 

What was he trying to say. In the end, he couldn’t even finish his words.

 

Thud.

 

Jeong Do-an’s body collapsed to the floor. Even after some time, the sounds of bodies falling to the ground continued to be added.

 

Death was being created faster and faster, as if accelerating.

 

It was a massacre being created at the Murim Alliance Hunan Province Southern Branch.

 

Those who had created this massacre all bore a single insignia.

 

The Four Blood Alliance.

 

However, all of this was strange. The Four Blood Alliance, whose succession struggle was gradually becoming visible, wouldn’t openly cause such trouble.

 

“Everyone is annihilated.”

 

“We should keep a few alive!”

 

“Oh, over there… there’s one.”

 

“Huh. One? Good. That’s enough. Let’s go.”

 

Even the fact that they deliberately left survivors behind was incomprehensible.

 

It was a strange affair.

 

The problem was that such strange affairs were happening not only here in Hunan Province but everywhere.

 

It wasn’t just the Martial Alliance’s Martial Artists who were being targeted.

 

Among those belonging to the Four Blood Alliance, victims were also appearing one after another.

 

There was only one common factor.

 

The incidents were happening at the border where the Four Blood Alliance and Murim Alliance faced each other!

 

Completely unaware of such events.

 

“Ugh…”

 

Jeong Do-an, a low-ranking Warrior of the Murim Alliance, opened his eyes in pain.

 

* * *

 

In the middle of the massacre, Jung Myeong, who was blocking them, inwardly cheered.

 

‘I’m successfully holding them back.’

 

When he first scattered Blood Rain and created poison warfare using poison. It wasn’t for the purpose of carrying out a merciless massacre.

 

‘It was to gain deterrent power.’

 

By showing overwhelming strength, it was to prevent them from attacking further.

 

And what he was gaining from this was the current deterrent power.

 

“Ugh…”

 

“H-how can we kill that thing!”

 

Look. Even though hundreds of times more people had gathered, not a single one among the martial artists dared to easily charge at him.

 

This was true even though Jung Myeong was breathing roughly from the battles so far.

 

All of them were crushed by Jung Myeong’s overwhelming presence.

 

Thus, Jung Myeong thought he had achieved what he wanted.

 

This place had now become a domain under his control. The deterrent effect gained through this was immense.

 

‘I’ve been able to prevent greater bloodshed.’

 

No one dared to make a move.

 

No one wanted to waste their life by charging at him.

 

Kuuuu. Kuung.

 

Even as he took one step forward after another.

 

Even though the secret manual was still buried in the cliff behind him.

 

Not a single one could easily move.

 

That’s how he was able to prevent the bloodshed.

 

‘I stopped it.’

 

Before greater sacrifice could occur.

 

He had succeeded in preventing it.

 

There were certainly martial artists who had died in the process.

 

But Jung Myeong felt there was nothing he could do about them either.

 

It wasn’t some cruel rationalization.

 

They too had taken steps risking their lives, hadn’t they?

 

Jung Myeong had tried to stop this, while they had tried to break through.

 

Losing lives in the process was unavoidable.

 

‘Because that’s Jianghu.’

 

When the intentions each side held conflicted.

 

The only means to convince them was martial power.

 

The dead would not complain of injustice about this either.

 

That’s why Jung Myeong remained confident throughout.

 

Gradually, little by little, as he stepped forward, he carried out what came next to prevent bloodshed.

 

Tudududududuk-

 

Hidden weapon bundles poured out from his chest. It was a baptism of paralysis needles containing paralysis that he had prepared the most of.

 

“Kruuut…!”

 

“!!!!”

 

There was no way humans could avoid the rain.

 

Martial Artists were no different.

 

The Martial Artists who were cowering with their heads down like frightened, wretched dogs rather than showing any fighting spirit were even less capable of blocking the Hidden Weapons that poured down like rain.

 

Thud thud thud thud-

 

The result was right before their eyes.

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