Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 180

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Chapter 180

Several days had passed since the commotion that night.

The activities of the Color Demons that had driven Hangzhou into terror had subsided like a lie. No, to be precise, they had been forcibly suppressed.

-Aren’t the nights quiet these days?

-Of course they should be quiet! Is it good for incidents to happen?

-That’s not what I mean. Anyway, I wondered what kind of events were unfolding… but it’s become quiet again.

-There are stories that the Physician Sage goes out at night.

-Huh. Really? Even after tending to patients at night.

-Yes. Even at night!

The night streets of Hangzhou itself had become like that.

The tracking incense Jung Myeong had scattered was persistent, and his methods showed no mercy.

Back alleys of pleasure houses, abandoned ruins, even bastards hiding in ordinary residential areas.

Jung Myeong would find wherever those bastards drew breath and either crush their skulls or melt them with poison.

He didn’t kill only Color Demons.

He dealt with anyone who defiled the streets of Hangzhou as soon as they were caught.

As their corpses were discovered one by one on the streets of Hangzhou, the people cheered and the government felt relief.

But there was someone else who was more satisfied with this situation than anyone.

* * *

A hermitage hidden deep in the outskirts of Hangzhou.

Ghost Face Prince was receiving a report from a subordinate who had returned after several days.

“…And so, including the last one we sent, all are dead.”

“How fast. How did they die?”

“The corpses were melted by poison and their forms were unrecognizable.”

“Huh. What ruthless methods. They call him a Physician Sage. He’s just a bastard who should have Poison Demon attached to his name.”

The voice of the masked man giving the report trembled slightly.

The special skilled martial artists who had learned seduction techniques were annihilated in just a few days.

And by just one person, the Poison Demon Physician at that.

So it wasn’t strange that he was afraid.

But Ghost Face Prince’s reaction was calm.

In fact, the expression flowing from behind the mask even seemed pleasant.

“Still, didn’t they last longer than expected?”

“Pardon?”

“I thought they’d all die in just a day or two, but they clung to the Poison Demon Physician’s ankles for several days.”

“Is, is that so?”

“Yes. For kindling to burn Hangzhou, they blazed quite magnificently. They seem to have become sparks at least.”

Ghost Face Prince lifted his tea cup and smiled coldly.

“Thanks to those bastards dying so spectacularly, every eye in Hangzhou was drawn to those corpses, wasn’t it?”

“That’s true.”

“Government forces, Beggar’s Sect, Hao Gate. Even that sensitive bastard Jung Myeong was all drawn in. Haha.”

Drawing attention to the Color Demons.

That was Ghost Face Prince’s aim.

For them, the Color Demons were not their main force.

‘Anyway, such pathetic bastards can be mass-produced however many we need. That’s the good thing about seduction techniques, isn’t it? Hehe.’

They were just fireworks that blazed brilliantly and drew attention.

In other words, they were a smokescreen from the beginning.

“Thanks to that, a gap opened up. We just need to slip through that gap. This is exactly what a strategy of attacking the east while striking the west is! Isn’t that right?”

“That’s right!”

“Then it’s settled. While those bastards chase after the smell of blood, we can say we’ve penetrated the most important blood meridians, so losing a few bastards isn’t even a loss.”

Ghost Face Prince rose from his seat.

His eyes were filled with arrogance and confidence similar to the Guild Master’s.

He thought that no matter how much Jung Myeong flew and crawled, he was ultimately just a clown dancing on the stage he had set up.

‘That stupid Guild Master. How could he not break through something this easy until now?’

Furthermore, he mocked the Guild Master.

Having lost trust, he had no hesitation in mocking him. It was a disposition befitting a born Unorthodox Sect member.

“Now that a gap has opened, Hangzhou has practically fallen into our Guild Master’s grasp.”

“Will it happen immediately?”

“What could go wrong? Haha.”

In his view, everything was perfect.

His scheme had succeeded, and he had shaken off the gaze of the obstacles.

‘I accomplished what even the Guild Master couldn’t!’

Ghost Face Prince, intoxicated by his sense of victory, opened the window of the hermitage.

He intended to enjoy the afterglow of victory while feeling the cool night breeze.

But it was just a moment.

“The wind is cold.”

A chilling voice came from behind him, not from outside the window.

“…?!”

Ghost Face Prince’s body stiffened.

* * *

‘What? When?’

Even the subordinates with him hadn’t sensed any presence.

Since when had he been there.

They couldn’t even detect how he had entered this place.

Ghost Face Prince turned his head, pretending to be nonchalant.

In Ghost Face Prince’s field of vision as he slowly turned his head.

The figure of a man leaning diagonally against the entrance of the hermitage came into view.

It was Jung Myeong.

“Now that the firewood has burned out and the smoke has cleared, I can finally see the real body.”

Jung Myeong brushed the dust off his hands while staring directly at Ghost Face Prince.

“Was it fun? Watching and enjoying the little rats’ games.”

The pupils behind Ghost Face Prince’s mask shook violently.

“You, you bastard… how did you find this place…”

“How, you ask.”

Jung Myeong smiled coldly.

That smile contained much thicker killing intent than the fishy smile Ghost Face Prince had worn.

“When there’s such a rotten stench vibrating through the air, how could I not know? If you bastards used those little rats as bait, then I followed the scent on those little rats’ bodies to get here.”

Traces collected from the bodies of the dead Color Demons. Their movement patterns.

Furthermore, the subtle connections to this place they had used as their base.

He had deduced all of it. And added the Haomun Branch Leader’s assistance on top of that.

Thus he was able to reach this place.

That arrival itself far exceeded Ghost Face Prince’s expectations.

“Feint east, strike west? Well. From what I can see, it’s just…”

Dozens of poison needles spread wide in Jung Myeong’s hand.

“The perfect formation for getting your main base raided, isn’t it?”

The encirclement outside was already complete.

Those who had become demons wearing ghost masks like Ghost Face Prince.

Hao Gate’s Martial Artists were covering the entire area.

In the end, Ghost Face Prince had become trapped in the very trap he had dug.

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“Since you’ve fallen into a trap, there’s only one price to pay.”

Jung Myeong’s chilling verdict froze the air in the hermitage.

But Ghost Face Prince was not flustered.

Rather, he let out a bizarre laugh from behind the white mask he wore.

“A trap, you say. You dare speak to me of traps?”

Ghost Face Prince slowly rose from his seat.

“You must have cheered watching the Color Demons die. Mistakenly thinking you’d caught the tail, that you were implementing justice.”

Ghost Face Prince’s sleeves swelled up, and dark red mist began to rise.

“Thanks to that, we were able to move very smoothly. While you were running around catching those little rats, Hangzhou’s real master finished preparing to change.”

“Are you barking because you’re scared?”

“You bastard!”

Jung Myeong waved his hand as if annoyed.

“Whether the master changes or not is none of my business. I’m just cleaning up the bastard who scattered filth in my territory.”

“How arrogant!”

Dozens of throwing knives shot out from Ghost Face Prince’s hands.

They weren’t simple hidden weapons.

Each throwing knife was imbued with evil yin energy and deadly poison. Vicious attacks that would rot flesh with just a graze poured down like a baptism.

Swiiish-!

The sound of tearing through space. However, Jung Myeong didn’t move a muscle.

Perhaps his behavior became an even greater provocation, as Ghost Face Prince simultaneously issued a command.

“Attack!”

Pat! Pa-pa-pat!

Behind the hermitage pillars, above the ceiling, below the floor.

From literally all eight directions beyond the four cardinal points, ten subordinates wearing black face masks burst out simultaneously.

They were not ordinary Wandering Warriors.

They were elites that Ghost Face Prince had painstakingly raised with the Guild Master’s support.

Their swords were imbued with fishy Poison Energy, and their Combined Formation pressed in on Jung Myeong without giving him room to breathe.

Clang clang! Clang!

More than ten sword blades stabbed toward Jung Myeong’s front, back, left, and right simultaneously.

Jung Myeong’s eyes watching this gleamed coldly.

“After barking, now you want to bite? How troublesome.”

Instead of drawing his sword, Jung Myeong swirled his sleeves.

Intense Internal Energy surrounding his sleeves whirled like a storm, deflecting the charging sword blades.

Clatter clatter clang. Clang.

But they did not retreat.

Using the deflected momentum.

They immediately changed formation and pressed in again.

A scene like a well-crafted opera!

“Die!”

The three in the lead aimed for the lower body.

The four following behind leaped to take the high ground.

The rest blocked escape routes while scattering hidden weapons.

It was perfect formation.

But Jung Myeong’s form was no longer there.

Swoosh. Thud!

Jung Myeong’s body had long since become a faint afterimage, leisurely slipping through the sword strikes.

It was a movement like a ghost without substance.

“Where are you running!”

The Guiyeongdae Captain swung his sword in panic, but.

It was useless.

He only cut through empty air.

At that moment, Jung Myeong’s hand suddenly shot up from beneath the captain’s chin.

Thwack!

“Guhk!”

With a death rattle, the captain’s neck twisted grotesquely.

It was thanks to being unable to withstand the momentary shock. As his corpse collapsed, the enemies reacted simultaneously.

“You bastard!”

Ignoring their comrade’s death, the remaining subordinates charged forward.

They were vicious beasts who had enhanced their power by infusing poison energy into their sword energy.

‘How vicious. Though their skills don’t match that poison energy.’

Jung Myeong chuckled and drew a handful of acupuncture needles from his chest.

“Acting tough with such pathetic poison…!”

Jung Myeong’s hand sliced through the air.

Soon dozens of poison needles spread out in a fan shape.

It wasn’t a simple throw.

These were needles overlaid with illusion principles. As the principles activated, each needle created an optical illusion as if multiplying into dozens.

“Block them!”

The Guiyeongdae members hastily deployed sword screens, but it was useless.

The needles burrowed through gaps in the sword screens like living creatures.

Thud thud thud thunk! Thunk!

“Aaaaah!”

“My, my eyes!”

Fatal vital points, eyes, abdomen, groins, and such.

The needles penetrated places that would be difficult to recover from if struck.

With screams, three or four men clutched their faces and collapsed.

This wasn’t the end.

The poison Jung Myeong had applied to his hidden weapons showed no mercy.

Flesh grazed by the needles instantly rotted black, and the poison energy flowing through blood vessels even melted their dantians.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle-

Most agonizingly!

Half were taken down in an instant.

The remaining ones were paralyzed with fear.

Unable to charge forward anymore, Ghost Face Prince finally stepped out again.

“Get out of the way, you useless fools!”

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