Moorim Pochang - Chapter 75

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Chapter 75. Blood Calamity (2).

“Enemies…! We’re under attack…!”
Clang! Clang! Clang!……………….!
Following the shouts of the martial artists, the clamor of alarm bells shook the darkness.
The Murim Alliance warriors burst from their rooms, and the elite fighters of Jamryong-hoe and Ma-gyo rushed out, weapons in hand.
The moment they emerged, the Murim Alliance threw open its gates wide.
Alliance Leader Baek Moon-do was already at the vanguard alongside the elite of Jamryong-hoe and Ma-gyo, cutting down enemies.
Screech…….screech……..
With each flash of his blade, enemies’ chests split open and heads tumbled to the ground.
Roooaaahhh………!
Yet those with eyes rolled back in pallid sockets threw themselves at him without hesitation.
‘They’ve made a real commitment tonight.’
Baek Moon-do cut through the enemies while searching for Cheol-goe and Yeo Hwa.
There were countless enemies bearing tattoos carved into their faces.
But nowhere could he spot Cheol-goe or Yeo Hwa.
“Hold the formation…………!”
Following Dok-go Il’s cry, Baek Won-yeong raised his voice as well.
“Don’t break ranks……….!”
Jamryong-hoe and Ma-gyo, who had been fighting with the ferocity of rivals ready to devour each other, now moved as one.
Yet without warning, they had formed a single unified formation.
Baek Won-yeong, Dok-go Il, Dok-go Eun, and Yeon Ja-seol moved to the front, cutting down the enemies that rushed toward them.
But the enemies rained down into the center of the formation.
Their Movement Techniques were so erratic that even Baek Won-yeong and Dok-go Il could only stare in shock.
“Get back…….!”
Screech….screech…
Despite Baek Won-yeong’s cry, the heads of the elite fighters floated upward into the void.
Roooaaahhh……….!
Aaahhh……..!
The formation collapsed in an instant, and Baek Won-yeong and Dok-go Il unleashed their Body Techniques at the enemies.
Boom-boom-crash…….! Boom-crash…….!
Sword Energy erupted in all directions, and blood sprayed like crimson flowers blooming into the empty air.
The moment Baek Won-yeong’s blade clashed with the enemy’s, Dok-go Il severed the attacker’s waist.
Screech…..
The waist-split enemy crumpled, and Sword Energy descended upon Dok-go Il’s head.
Boom-boom-crash…….!
As Baek Won-yeong parried the energy, Dok-go Il slashed at the enemy’s waist again.
Yet the enemy was no pushover.
In the blink of an eye, he shifted his Movement Technique and evaded Dok-go Il’s blade.
Roooaaahhh……..!
Kaaaahhh…..!
The enemies, shrieking without cease, continued to move even as their arms were torn off and legs were severed.
Screech….thwack.!
Baek Moon-do, having severed necks and pierced chests, surveyed the battlefield.
Without Cheol-goe and Yeo Hwa, there was no one among these enemies capable of withstanding his blade, no matter how strong.
Whoosh..
Screech…screech…..screech….
His blade, rising into the void, sliced through the necks of the incoming enemies and returned in an instant.
The moment he grasped his sword, his Body Technique had already appeared in the midst of the enemy ranks.
Slash..screech….boom-crash….!
Whatever stood before him was severed.
Descending blades and weapons were cut in two, and bodies fell apart alongside them.
“Come on……….!”
His magnificent presence was so overwhelming that even those with eyes rolled back in pallor trembled with fear.
Boom-crash..! Screech…screech…
As no one could withstand the Alliance Leader’s blade, a voice cried out from the darkness.
“Retreat……………!”
Alliance Leader Baek Moon-do felt the voice was strangely familiar, though he couldn’t place it.
Those who had recklessly hurled themselves into battle began withdrawing in unison.
Scrape…..scrape…..
Baek Moon-do pursued the retreating enemies, severing necks as he advanced.
But he did not chase them far.
“It may be a Feint Strategy, Alliance Leader!”
It was possible, as Shin Pung-gae cried out, that this too was an enemy ploy.
They might have waited for him to leave his post, planning for Cheol-goe and Yeo Hwa to strike.
“Jamryong-hoe will give chase….!”
As Baek Won-yeong began his pursuit, Ma-gyo followed suit, deploying their Body Technique.
“Ma-gyo will pursue as well….!”
Baek Moon-do entrusted the pursuit of the enemies to Jamryong-hoe and Ma-gyo.
“It may be a trap, so do not pursue them too far…….!”

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The enemies that had surged forward like the tide were now ebbing away.
Kang Jo and Yang Jung stood before the wall, watching the fleeing enemies.
“The Murim Alliance has won.”
Yang Jung rejoiced greatly at the Alliance’s victory.
But Kang Jo remained uneasy.
As the enemies retreated, they might have launched an attack on the Guest Inn.
“Be careful. You never know when blades will come flying.”
Yet that worry proved unfounded—nothing happened at either the Guest Inn or the residence.
“Ah, there’s Won-yeong!”
From the darkness, the figures of Baek Won-yeong, Yeon Ja-seol, Dok-go Il, and Dok-go Eun emerged.
They were pursuing the fleeing enemies.
Scrape…scrape….
The throats of the retreating enemies fell beneath their blades.
Kang Jo looked toward the east.
The blue night sky seemed to herald the approaching dawn.
“Let’s go practice our Energy Cultivation Breathing.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to watch a little longer?”
They said the most entertaining spectacles in the world were swordplay and fire—was that not so?
Yet Kang Jo turned away without hesitation, deploying his Body Technique.
Yang Jung followed suit, turning his Body Technique as well.
“The lives of the Murim Alliance warriors seem quite hard.”
“Where in this world is there an easy life? Everyone struggles.”
“That’s why I will never join the Murim Alliance. Nor will I ever join any sect.”
“That’s pride talking, you fool.”

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As Baek Won-yeong pursued the enemies, an odd feeling suddenly came over him.
Ordinarily, those in flight would scatter haphazardly in all directions, yet these enemies were moving with orderly precision.
“It’s a trap.”
The moment he halted his Body Technique, the Dok-go siblings ceased their Lightness Skill as well.
Dok-go Il and Dok-go Eun both sensed something was amiss.
“Why have you stopped suddenly? Leader!”
“If we pursue just a little further, we can annihilate all the enemies!”
The skilled personnel of Ma-gyo raised their voices, eager to continue the chase.
Dok-go Il stopped them with a cold command.
“Stop. We’re returning now.”
Just as Ma-gyo’s skilled personnel began to voice their displeasure, Baek Won-yeong urgently surveyed the surroundings.
“We’re encircled.”
As he spoke, the enemies they had been chasing suddenly turned their Body Technique, and hostile presences bore down from all directions.
Only then did Ma-gyo’s skilled personnel look about them.
Baek Won-yeong recognized the woman approaching from a distance.
Yeo Hwa.
The woman approaching with a Crescent Blade at her waist was unmistakably Yeo Hwa.
She wore a smile of triumph.
At last, she would kill Baek Won-yeong.
How long she had yearned for this.
She wanted to see Baek Won-yeong’s head fall and watch Baek Moon-do wail in anguish.
Hehehehe……
The moment she began to laugh, Moyong Se stepped forward.
‘Arrogant bastard.’
Yeo Hwa frowned, watching the back of his head.
If the Blood Lord hadn’t invested effort in him, his neck would have been severed the instant she furrowed her brow.
“It’s been a long time, Baek Won-yeong.”
Moyong Se offered him a greeting.
But Baek Won-yeong couldn’t immediately recognize him because of the black tattoos covering his entire face.
Hahahaha….
Then Moyong Se smiled and turned his gaze toward Yeon Ja-seol and Baek Ha-yeong.
“Ja-seol, it’s been a while, and my sister here seems to have grown even more beautiful.”
Not just Baek Won-yeong, but Yeon Ja-seol and Baek Ha-yeong too opened their eyes wide in shock.
It couldn’t be…surely not.
How could Moyong Se, with tattoos on his face, be in that place?
“Older brother…? Is it really…you?”
Baek Ha-yeong asked his identity in a trembling voice.
“What? Have I changed that much?”
Moyong Se spoke with composure, touching his own face.
“You…how did you come to be in that place?”
It was Baek Won-yeong’s question, barely recovered from the shock.
“Why do you ask? I’m here because I found a master far more excellent than your father.”
Hehehehehehe…!
At his reply, Yeo Hwa burst into laughter.
What a refreshing answer it was.
The one who had seemed arrogant was beginning to appeal to her.
“Still, Moon-do had good judgment in people. He accepted you as his disciple.”
“Thank you.”
Moyong Se bowed deeply to Yeo Hwa with remarkable ease.
“Now. Let us begin.”
At her words, Moyong Se drew his blade.
Shwing…
The moment he unsheathed his sword, a sword aura blazed along the blade.
But that aura shone with a black radiance.
Whiiiii……
The instant Moyong Se drew his sword, his Body Technique carried him directly before Baek Won-yeong’s eyes.
Crash…! Crash-crash-bang…!
In an instant, blade met blade and combat erupted.
Yeo Hwa also drew the Crescent Blade at her waist.
“Kill them all.”
As killing intent poured from her lips, the tattooed enemies launched their Body Techniques in unison.
Those with eyes rolled back white began rushing in right behind them.
Crash-crash-crash-bang…!
Tap-tap-tap-tap…!
Scrape…scrape..
As Yeo Hwa severed the necks of the Skilled Personnel, a chill penetrated her waist.
Crash-bang…!
As she repelled that chill, silver-colored hair came into view.
“So you are Yeop’s daughter.”
With a chilling smile, she severed Dok-go Eun’s neck.
But another blade came flying at her ribs.
Crash-crash-bang…! Crash-bang…!
Yeo Hwa calmly met the combined assault of Dok-go Eun and Yeon Ja-seol.
‘As expected—Moon-do’s disciple and Yeop’s child.’
Crash-bang…! Bang…!
Each time sword and blade collided, the Body Techniques of Dok-go Eun and Yeon Ja-seol wavered.
They were still not a match for Yeo Hwa.
But another blade came driving at her throat.
Crash…!
“Baek Moon-do’s daughter.”
The woman’s gaze fixed on Baek Ha-yeong burned with resentment and killing intent.

*

Slice…
Paeng Mu-ho’s Great Sword split the man’s waist.
The moment his blade severed the enemy’s torso, the figure with white-rolled eyes thrust his spear forward.
Thud..!
But before the spear could touch flesh, the white-eyed man’s head split open.
Paeng Mu-ho bowed his head slightly to the skilled warrior from Ma-gyo.
But that warrior was already sweeping his Great Sword toward another foe.
Thud..! Scrape..
Ak Hwan’s spear dug into the enemy’s ribs while Paeng Mu-ho’s blade took the man’s neck.
As the severed head flew skyward, the dead man’s sword drove toward Ak Hwan’s throat.
Scrape..
Ak Hwan moved fluidly with his Body Technique, barely glancing at the corpse as it fell.
‘Was that Cheon Seok-pil?’
The man who’d aided him had a reputation as the weakest among Ma-gyo’s fighters.
Yet now he seemed anything but weak.
Rasp…gasp…
Cheon Seok-pil swung his blade frantically, breathing in rough, jagged bursts.
Still, his form remained steady—the fruits of all those years of Martial Arts training showing through.
Roar…!
Scrape..
Just as he was about to split another foe’s chest and sever his neck, cold killing intent pierced his back.
He spun with his Body Technique and swung to meet the attack.
But the spear had already taken the enemy’s neck.
‘That was Ak Hwan.’
Ak Hwan was known to be quite strong, even by Jamryong-hoe standards.
‘Could I ever become that powerful?’
As he continued swinging wildly, Dok-go Il’s shout cut through the chaos.
“Fall back…!”
Startled, Cheon Seok-pil moved on pure instinct, his Body Technique carrying him away.
Scrape..scrape….
Dok-go Il blocked his path, cutting down the enemy’s blades in rapid succession.
Rasp……gasp….
Another blade came flying at Cheon Seok-pil’s flank as he caught his breath.
Scrape..
Again, Dok-go Il’s sword cut through the attacker’s neck.
But the enemies kept surging forward without end.
“Retreat…!”
At last, Dok-go Il was forced to sound the order to withdraw.
Yet even retreat was not easily won.
Dok-go Il unleashed his Body Technique, beginning to pierce through the encirclement.
Crash…! Crash crash…!
Scrape..scrape….
Fresh enemies blocked his path the moment he cut down those before him.
How could he raise his head before his father if he couldn’t even break through an encirclement of this scale?
Dok-go Il launched himself at the rushing enemies, meeting their onslaught head-on.
Crash crash…! Crash…!
Heads flew into the void, and blood stained the earth crimson.

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