I Decided to Give the Contract to the Male Vassal - Chapter 39

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Chapter 39

 

The Flame Demon Fist from the front spread like fire, but Wicheonso stepped aside and struck it down as if cutting a rope.

 

As if the fire had been extinguished, the man collapsed on the spot.

 

From the left, twin swords flashed like lightning.

 

Wicheonso bent his waist and deflected both blades simultaneously with his sword tip. With an intense metallic sound, two men crashed into the training hall floor.

 

Just then, a meteor hammer flew in from behind.

 

When Wicheonso twisted his wrist once, the flying hammer changed trajectory and flew toward the chest of a warrior guarding the side gate.

 

The moment three fell, the formation’s balance crumbled.

 

The remaining five rushed at him all at once, but Wicheonso’s sword was already penetrating their gaps.

 

The orange robes of the warriors were torn by the sword wind that grazed past their necks.

 

A brief silence flowed.

 

On the training hall floor lay scattered the weapons of the eight who had formed the formation, and in the center stood Wicheonso alone.

 

At his feet, the last warrior who had not yet fallen was gasping for breath, barely holding on.

 

“How boring.”

 

Wicheonso raised his sword horizontally and walked out of the formation with leisurely steps.

 

Seeing this, Ilyeom held his breath.

 

‘To think he could break through the Yeon family’s formation so easily.’

 

Just before Wicheonso left the training hall, the remaining elites began to move.

 

They were warriors who wore orange robes with red silk cords crossed over them, embroidered with flame-shaped patterns.

 

These were eight members of the Hongryeom Swaehwadae among the elite warriors, all having reached a level close to first-rate, and when gathered together, they were said to be able to face even those of supreme master level.

 

Their steps were slow, but heat remained wherever their feet touched.

 

‘The Hongryeom Swaehwadae that would be deployed immediately if the Yeonhwa Palmunji collapsed!’

 

A trace of relief crossed Ilyeom’s face once again.

 

‘This time they won’t be defeated in an instant!’

 

Wicheonso stopped walking and slowly turned his head.

 

The eight members of Hongryeom Swaehwadae spread out in a semicircular formation all at once.

 

In their hands were sharply honed swords, and red light gradually blazed along the sword blades.

 

At the center of the formation stood a single person, holding up a massive spear.

 

When he twisted the spear tip, sparks scattered along with heat.

 

“Formation complete!”

 

With a short command, the swords of the eight connected as if exchanging flames with each other.

 

A giant red lotus was drawn on the stone floor, and energy gathered inward as if the petals were closing.

 

“A formation that traps by closing the lotus.”

 

The bluestone beneath Wicheonso’s feet began to heat up intensely. The hot energy could be felt up to his ankles.

 

The first sword strike poured in from the side.

 

Wicheonso deflected the sword strike with his left hand while immediately striking down the swordsman behind him.

 

However, where the sword strike was cut off, another flame immediately thrust in.

 

Every time sword met sword, sparks flew, and those sparks collided with the bluestone to form massive flames.

 

At that moment, Wicheonso’s feet bounced once off the floor, and his body seemed to seep into the red flames and disappear.

 

Where he reappeared was at the center of the formation, directly in front of the spear wielder.

 

The spear tip was swung rapidly, but Wicheonso’s sword slid up along the spear shaft.

 

When the sword tip grazed the man’s wrist, the red spear fell to the ground.

 

At the same time, the flames of the Hongryeom Swaehwajin scattered as if extinguished.

 

On the training hall floor, all the elites lay scattered and sprawled.

 

Wicheonso sheathed his sword and exhaled lightly.

 

“Disappointing. I thought you’d play a bit longer.”

 

When Wicheonso spun his sword tip in circles, the elites gritted their teeth.

 

“Is this the end?”

 

It was when Wicheonso shook his head as if bored and was about to step out of the training hall again.

 

Those wearing flame-colored robes with black knots entered the training hall.

 

As they lined up in rows and columns before Wicheonso, a familiar figure appeared from among them.

 

“I greet the Third Prince.”

 

It was Yeonhopyeong, the young master of the Yeonhwa Family.

 

“To show such a shabby display before the Third Prince, our family’s dignity is in tatters. Please give us a chance to properly demonstrate our skills this time.”

 

When Yeonhopyeong bowed before him, Wicheonso also readily gripped his weapon in return.

 

“Young Master.”

 

Wicheonso, who had worn a bored expression throughout, smiled toward Yeonhopyeong for the first time, pulling at the corners of his mouth.

 

“Are these the elites of the Yeonhwa Family?”

 

“That is correct.”

 

Those standing behind Yeonhopyeong were warriors who led the military units of the Yeonhwa Family, all having reached the pinnacle level.

 

Wicheonso also seemed to sense an unusual atmosphere, as expectation crossed his face.

 

“If these cannot satisfy me either, you’ll have to face me directly, Young Master.”

 

When Wicheonso made this provocative suggestion, Yeonhopyeong swallowed dryly.

 

“If the Third Prince desires it, naturally I too will take up my sword.”

 

Though he answered thus, his hands trembled at the thought of crossing swords with Wicheonso.

 

Still, as long as he remained the young master of the Yeonhwa Family, it was unavoidable.

 

“Really? I’ll look forward to it. It won’t take very long.”

 

The air in the training hall had grown heavy before anyone knew it.

 

Three warriors formed a circle, surrounding Wicheonso.

 

The killing intent flowing from their bodies was pressing down even on the surrounding people.

 

The momentum of those who had reached the pinnacle level was sharper and heavier than any formation seen before.

 

“Come.”

 

When Wicheonso’s calm word rang out, the three moved explosively at the same time.

 

The twin swords wielded by the tall warrior crossed while spewing flames.

 

“Flame Blossom Smoke Dance!”

 

Fire swirled and danced, covering the air, spreading like clusters of light in mid-air, illuminating and blazing throughout the training hall.

 

Soon after, a giant with bulging muscles raised his great sword high.

 

“Flame Burns Heaven!”

 

A pillar of fire pouring from the blade tip shot up as if to tear through the roof, distorting the surrounding space with heat alone. In an instant, the stone floor turned red-hot and cracked.

 

At the same time, a cunning-looking man thrust out his palm.

 

“Flowing Fire Palm!”

 

Red flames flowed like a river, swallowing the ground beneath Wicheonso’s feet.

 

Where the flames had flowed, the bluestone melted away. Black smoke soon rose thickly.

 

When the three martial arts combined simultaneously, the training hall heated up as if it had become a hellish pit of fire.

 

Flames and explosive heat collided in layers, bursting into flashes of light. The warriors who had been tending to themselves nearby swallowed screams and staggered backward in the wind.

 

Just breathing in felt like their lungs were burning, and they felt the agony of their entire skin drying out.

 

‘This… isn’t a realm ordinary people can endure.’

 

Ilyeom licked his dry lips and retreated, breaking into a cold sweat.

 

However, Wicheonso, who stood at the center, didn’t even move.

 

Though the red flames seemed to try to devour him, the flames scattered as if split before his shadow.

 

As if recognizing their master, the flames made way and were pushed aside.

 

Wicheonso took a light step forward.

 

The moment he walked out of the flames, they split futilely and disappeared. Only Wicheonso’s black shadow remained in that place.

 

“Still insufficient.”

 

Wicheonso’s low voice echoed.

 

When he swung his right hand, sword energy tore through the flames.

 

Though not a breath of wind stirred, where he had passed, even the flames bowed their heads.

 

“Gasp…!”

 

The tall warrior gritted his teeth and swung his twin swords again.

 

However, before the sword tips could even reach him, his chest area burst red.

 

This time the large man swung his great sword toward Wicheonso, but suddenly the blade snapped in half mid-air and stuck into the ground.

 

The flames gathered in the cunning-looking man’s palm turned against him and attacked as soon as Wicheonso stomped his foot.

 

The three masters simultaneously swallowed their screams and collapsed.

 

The training hall became quiet again.

 

However, the floor was charred black from the fire, and only scorching heat remained in that spot.

 

Wicheonso slowly withdrew his internal energy as if dusting off his fingers and stared at Yeonhopyeong.

 

“They were boring opponents. Sobaek, it’s your turn to step forward directly.”

 

At his words, Yeonhopyeong’s face hardened.

 

❖ ❖ ❖

 

Thanks to Wicheonso causing a disturbance, I was able to easily leave the Yeon Hwa Se-ga estate.

 

I promised Okxiang I would return before the hour of the rabbit, then carefully covered my face with a veil and went outside.

 

– Miss Chung-rin. I will guide you along a safe path.

 

Hyeonjyo had already finished his task and returned to my shadow.

 

Thanks to him, I was able to get outside while avoiding watchful eyes.

 

I wondered if it was alright to take Hyeonjyo with me, but since Gyeonganru where I was headed wasn’t an ordinary place, it seemed better to travel with him.

 

That place was located not far from Bukhangnyo.

 

This inn that looked ordinary on the outside, Gyeonganru, was actually operated by Baekansega, one of the Seven Great Families.

 

As soon as I entered inside, a clerk greeted me.

 

When I said I had come to meet a guest, he guided me to the inner residence.

 

The quiet three-story building was no different from other inns, but the flow of air inside was different.

 

Lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed in the wind, casting long shadows.

 

Baekansega was a family closer to an intelligence organization, skilled at gathering information and also having expertise in assassination.

 

In other words, everything that happened here would reach the ears of the Baek family head.

 

‘I don’t know why the Seolsan clan has connections with Baekansega, but it’s clear that Baekansega was involved in that plan.’

 

As I was thinking this and entering toward the inner residence.

 

I saw a familiar figure on the bridge over the rear garden pond.

 

His quiet gray eyes seemed to be reading the flow of the stars.

 

He who had been looking only at the sky discovered me approaching without even a lantern.

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