My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 118

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118.

The spear was too fast to dodge and too powerful to block.

Six screams were heard first, and before they could even take a breath, six more screams followed.

After killing twelve men like that, Seol Mujin strode toward Ju Hyeongwang.

Three men around Ju Hyeongwang drew their swords.

They were clearly men who reeked of being masters at first glance.

Thud thud thud thud—!

The five hundred suicide squad was almost upon them.

‘I’ll finish this in one go!’

Seol Mujin planted his spear in the ground and gripped the Bright White Pure Sword in his hand.

Thwack!

Seol Mujin, who kicked off the ground, was faster than an arrow released from a bowstring.

The three men swung their swords toward Seol Mujin.

Clang!

Once again, the Bright White Pure Sword did not disappoint Seol Mujin.

The Bright White Pure Sword, infused with twelve levels of martial power, destroyed all three swords in an instant.

“What is this…!”

Those who couldn’t even imagine their swords would be cut in half couldn’t withstand Seol Mujin’s follow-up attack.

With a slicing sound, three heads simultaneously rose into the air.

Before the heads separated from their bodies could hit the ground, Seol Mujin launched himself toward Ju Hyeongwang.

Ju Hyeongwang opened his mouth to shout something, but Seol Mujin didn’t even give him a chance to make a sound.

Ju Hyeongwang’s neck was cut first, followed by the heads of those around him falling to the ground.

The reason Seol Mujin deliberately cut their necks was because he needed to take proof of their deaths with him.

Seol Mujin quickly cut the tent into the shape of a large wrapping cloth.

And he placed the six heads he had severed inside it.

After tying the opening tightly, Seol Mujin shouldered the wrapping cloth containing six heads and chased after his horse that had already passed by.

He could land on his horse with two leaps after kicking off the tent’s peak.

Seol Mujin sheathed the Bright White Pure Sword and took up his spear.

Bu Cheon-ho asked.

“How did it go?”

He had only been chasing the horse with the flag planted on it, so he hadn’t seen Seol Mujin kill the six leaders.

Seol Mujin said while tying the wrapping cloth to his horse.

“Now we just need to return!”

“What about Ju Hyeongwang?”

Seol Mujin silently tapped the wrapping cloth hanging from his horse.

Bu Cheon-ho’s surprised gaze couldn’t leave Seol Mujin for a long time.

He was wondering ‘Could it really be?’ when blood was dripping from the wrapping cloth.

There was no proof that blood was Ju Hyeongwang’s, but if it wasn’t Ju Hyeongwang’s, Seol Mujin wouldn’t have bothered to wrap it up and bring it.

‘And they called him the greatest master under heaven!’

Now he had no choice but to believe what Baek Gangju had said.

Even when escaping, Seol Mujin took the lead, swinging his spear to clear the path.

The rebel army, without a proper commander, didn’t dare try to block the five hundred suicide squad.

So it took only about an hour to charge into the camp of ten thousand men, take the heads of six leaders, and escape.

Of course, there was no pursuit either.

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The triplets were lying on one bed under one blanket pulled up to the tops of their heads.

Seol Ryeoseon’s voice, quieter than the sound of insects outside the window, could be heard.

“We absolutely cannot make any mistakes.”

Seol Mantong asked.

“Will those bastards really not attack? They might just cut our necks without warning, you know?”

“Their target isn’t us, it’s big brother. While big brother is away, they’ll definitely try to capture us to use as hostages.”

Seol Changho said.

“Ryeoseon is right. Of course, there’s always that one-in-ten-thousand chance.”

Seol Mantong grumbled.

“That one-in-ten-thousand chance could cost us our necks.”

Seol Ryeoseon clenched her fist in front of Seol Mantong’s face.

“You’re always so cowardly! If you mess up, you’ll die by my hand!”

Then Seol Changho put his index finger to his lips.

“Shh! I think they’re here.”

Seol Ryeoseon, who perked up her ears, also sensed an unfamiliar presence.

Her ears, which had become sensitive enough to detect even the sound of night dew falling, could easily pick up the presence of intruders.

The problem was whether those who had crossed the wall were from the military or the Demonic Cult.

If they were from the military, this whole act would be useless.

They hoped desperately that they were from the Demonic Cult and waited with bated breath for the intruders to enter the room.

Clatter!

The sound of the window opening seemed as loud as thunder.

Creak—!

Seol Ryeoseon thought, ‘I should have oiled the hinges.’

If they were cowards, they might have been startled by that sound and fled.

Fortunately, they weren’t that cowardly.

There were four intruders coming through the window.

Four people just to kidnap three children.

Well, better safe than sorry.

The intruders slowly approached the bed, treading through the darkness.

Seeing that they weren’t in a hurry, they might be experienced kidnappers.

The faint sound of clothes rustling suggested they were exchanging hand signals with each other.

And the blanket was slowly pulled back.

Snore—. Snore—.

Seol Ryeoseon deliberately made soft snoring sounds.

Snore—! Snore—!

The intruders were startled and froze at the sudden sound of Seol Mantong’s snoring.

‘That idiot!’

If you’re going to act, you should do it convincingly, not snore like a drunk!

Fortunately, the intruders didn’t notice Seol Mantong’s poor acting.

Soon they felt pressure points being pressed.

But since they had expected the intruders to press pressure points, they had already blocked their pressure points in advance.

The fact that they pressed pressure points meant they had no intention of killing them, which put their minds at ease.

So they completely surrendered their bodies to the intruders’ touch.

The intruders put each of the triplets into separate sacks.

‘Do these bastards think we’re potatoes!’

The triplets, curled up like shrimp, were shaken around inside the intruders’ sacks.

Seeing that they weren’t caught despite the tight security meant either the intruders’ light body technique was exceptional or there was an inside collaborator.

From the sensation transmitted through their bodies, it seemed their martial arts were high.

When they leaped down from the high outer castle wall, the impact wasn’t greatly transmitted.

The intruders ran for a long time without stopping for even a moment.

They only stopped to rest after using their light body technique for at least an hour.

Since they didn’t release the triplets, it seemed they hadn’t reached their destination yet.

My back was starting to ache.

The impatient Seol Mantong might tear the wrapping cloth, saying ‘My back hurts too much to be captured!’

Fortunately, no such mishap occurred.

After a brief rest of about one gak, the intruders shouldered them again and began running.

After two such rest stops, the triplets reached their destination.

They could tell from someone’s voice asking ‘Did we succeed?’

The sound of dogs barking nearby meant the surroundings were a residential area.

They heard the sound of doors opening and closing, followed by the echo of footsteps walking.

They had entered indoors.

After the sound of a door opening, their bodies suddenly floated in the air.

They almost instinctively used their light body technique to maintain balance.

Thud!

Fortunately, they landed on a soft bed.

From the sensation on their bodies, they could tell that Seol Mantong and Seol Changho had also landed side by side.

“We’ve obtained the key that can move Seol Mujin.”

From the voice, it was a middle-aged man.

The triplets were soon taken out of their sacks.

With their eyes closed, they determined how many people were in the room just by sensing their presence.

‘Five people.’

The four who had captured them and one who had been at the door.

And soon they sensed a new presence.

The four people in the room all bowed at the waist in unison.

“We greet the Vice Gang Leader.”

As soon as the title Vice Gang Leader was mentioned, Myeoncheonhoe came to mind.

Seol Ryeoseon tensed her lips to suppress her laughter.

From the circumstances so far, Myeoncheonhoe was another name for the Demonic Cult that had emerged into Murim.

So it was safe to say that the place that kidnapped the triplets was the Demonic Cult.

‘We’ve been captured properly.’

The Vice Gang Leader’s voice was heard.

“Did you leave the letter?”

“Yes. We left it on the bed where those kids were sleeping.”

It seemed they had left word to Seol Mujin about their kidnapping.

“That’s good.”

The Vice Gang Leader approached the bed.

While Seol Ryeoseon was thinking ‘Let’s see what they do?’, Seol Mantong suddenly sat up abruptly.

“Eek!”

The startled Vice Gang Leader made a strange sound.

‘Oh my, that impatient fool!’

Seol Ryeoseon also opened her eyes and slowly raised her upper body.

Seol Changho had no choice but to stop acting as well.

“You, you guys…”

One of those who had captured the triplets could only point his finger, too shocked to speak.

A strange smile crossed Seol Ryeoseon’s lips when she saw the Vice Gang Leader.

“As expected, it was Wang Cheongyeong, Ma-ui’s disciple.”

Wang Cheongyeong, startled, stepped back and asked.

“How, how do you know me?”

Seol Changho asked.

“How did Ma-ui’s disciple become Myeoncheonhoe’s Vice Gang Leader?”

Wang Cheongyeong shouted to the five people around him.

“Subdue those bastards!”

And he himself turned toward the door.

Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Changho dealt with the four attacking the triplets, while Seol Mantong grabbed the back of Wang Cheongyeong’s neck as he fled toward the door.

“Ouch!”

Wang Cheongyeong, caught by Seol Mantong and slammed to the floor, let out an exaggerated scream.

Meanwhile, Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Changho easily subdued the five men’s pressure points and knocked them down.

Wang Cheongyeong, sitting on the floor, looked alternately at the triplets surrounding him from three directions and asked.

“What, what are you?”

Not who are you, but what are you?

As Seol Changho, standing in front, approached, Wang Cheongyeong, with his bottom on the floor, backed away until he bumped into Seol Mantong.

“Huk!”

Even his surprised screams were varied.

“I asked why you’re serving as Myeoncheonhoe’s Vice Gang Leader.”

Wang Cheongyeong hurriedly answered Seol Changho’s question.

“My, my master is the Gang Leader, so I’m the Vice Gang Leader… sir.”

“Ma-ui is Myeoncheonhoe’s Gang Leader? Why?”

The Demonic Cult was literally overflowing with first-rate masters.

Unlike Yeon Gok, Ma-ui had learned martial arts, but was only at the very edge of first-rate level.

Of course, his martial arts might have improved dramatically while the triplets weren’t watching, but that possibility was slim.

He was nearly forty at the time, and it’s almost impossible for martial arts to suddenly improve at that age.

“Be, because my master created Myeoncheonhoe… sir. But how do you… sirs know my master and me… sir?”

The triplets looked at each other.

They asked with their expressions whether they understood Wang Cheongyeong’s words, and all three shook their heads no.

So Seol Ryeoseon asked again.

“Why is Ma-ui in charge of Myeoncheonhoe, which is the Demonic Cult’s foothold? The Demonic Cult should be overflowing with people other than Ma-ui who could serve as Gang Leader.”

“Who are you… sirs that you know so much about our Bright Cult… sir?”

Seol Mantong suddenly thrust his face forward, startling Wang Cheongyeong into another strange scream.

“Who do we look like to you?”

“How, how would I know that?”

His confused tone between informal and formal speech turned to complete formal speech.

“We’ve met a couple times before.”

Seol Changho said.

“We’ve met at least five times.”

Seol Ryeoseon said.

“We must have met ten times, right? Otherwise, there’s no way I’d remember that bastard’s face.”

Now Wang Cheongyeong’s face looked like he was about to cry.

“So who are you?”

Seol Changho satisfied Wang Cheongyeong’s curiosity.

“Samtaesang.”

But Wang Cheongyeong’s curiosity wasn’t satisfied.

“Samtaesang?”

“You don’t know Samtaesang? The Demonic Cult’s Samtaesang. Could be the Bright Cult’s Samtaesang too.”

Wang Cheongyeong, who had been blinking for a while, opened his mouth.

“The Samtaesang I know? The Samtaesang that even the Cult Leader feared? The Bright Cult’s Samtaesang who suddenly disappeared one day?”

“Hard to believe?”

Wang Cheongyeong nodded.

“Still, believe it. That’s the way to save time and extend your life.”

But his rolling eyes showed no sign of belief.

Seol Changho let out a long sigh.

“There’s no history with this bastard, so there’s no way to make him believe.”

Seol Ryeoseon said.

“What does it matter if you don’t believe us? We just need to find out what we want to know. Step aside.”

Seol Ryeoseon pushed Seol Changho away and positioned herself directly in front of Wang Cheongyeong.

“First question. Why did Ma-ui become the Gang Leader of Myeoncheonhoe?”

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