The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 145

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

 

Chapter 145

 

Before the conversation with Gojin could even finish, the voices of the escorts could be heard.

 

“What? It’s already over?”

 

“Aw! We should have gone a bit easier on them.”

 

Voices filled with regret.

 

And around them, subordinates could be seen sprawled out unconscious.

 

“Wh-what is this…?”

 

Black Blood Gate was one of the three major assassin organizations in the Central Plains, yet they had suppressed them without killing a single person.

 

It was utterly unbelievable.

 

Moreover, it seemed they had even taken care not to let them fall off the cliff while suppressing them.

 

Was this even possible?

 

“Why? Can’t believe that the renowned Black Blood Gate was suppressed by mere escorts?”

 

“We’re n-not Black Blood Gate!”

 

“But you are. So, what will you do?”

 

“Wh-what do you mean?”

 

“Will you faint like them? Or will you come along quietly?”

 

This single remark from Gojin struck at the Blood Red Assassin’s pride.

 

“Shut up! I’ll kill you and slaughter all those bastards over there too!”

 

The Blood Red Assassin, his pride wounded, unleashed tremendous killing intent and charged toward Gojin.

 

“Dark Blood Raging Wind!”

 

Kakakak- Kakakak-.

 

Each time the Blood Red Assassin’s dagger was swung, deep sword marks were carved into the cliff.

 

“How flashy. How can an assassin learn such flashy martial arts?”

 

“Shut up!”

 

Shushushik-.

 

The Blood Bandit’s dagger flew endlessly toward Gojin, but it never properly hit its mark even once.

 

“This damn rat bastard! Argh!”

 

Since everything was being dodged, his face turned red as if he was getting frustrated.

 

“Your movements are too simple.”

 

“Shut up!”

 

The enraged Blood Bandit drew up his Internal Power and prepared his decisive strike.

 

That was when it happened.

 

“That won’t do.”

 

Gojin’s figure became blurry and instantly appeared in front of the Blood Bandit, driving his elbow into the solar plexus.

 

Thwack-.

 

“Kugh!”

 

A sudden strike received while gathering Internal Power.

 

His Energy and Blood became twisted as he coughed up Blood and collapsed to the Ground in agony.

 

Gojin muttered.

 

“That won’t do. If you had unleashed something like that, This Place would have been blown away.”

 

The Blood Bandit looked at Gojin with an expression of disbelief.

 

“Wh, what exactly are you? An escort leader can’t possibly be this strong.”

 

“An escort leader should be strong. That’s how they protect the cargo, right?”

 

At Gojin’s words, the Blood Bandit rolled his eyes.

 

Looking for a way to escape.

 

The escort leader is strong.

 

Even if he could deal with that guy, the escort guards behind him would also be a problem.

 

In a state exhausted from facing the escort leader, he couldn’t handle them as well.

 

The problem was that This Place was a plank road.

 

All escape routes were blocked.

 

Then what remained?

 

He looked down at the Ground.

 

Through the gaps in the plank road, he could see a dizzying cliff.

 

Could he survive?

 

Still, there was a chance he could survive.

 

He wasn’t doing this to survive.

 

He had to deliver information about Jinmu Trading Company to the Gate Master.

 

Having steeled his resolve, the Blood Red Assassin pushed his body over the cliff without hesitation.

 

No matter how excellent their Light Body Technique was, they wouldn’t be able to chase him down such a cliff.

 

All that remained was to leave it to heaven.

 

It was fine even if he couldn’t survive.

 

Rather than being captured by those bastards and suffering humiliation, this was a better choice anyway.

 

While falling, he saw their expressions, and surprisingly they all looked calm.

 

It felt as if they had expected this to happen.

 

Now that he had thrown himself off, he had no energy to spare worrying about them.

 

He had to concentrate all his strength on surviving as much as possible.

 

Whoooosh-.

 

Feeling the powerful wind rising from below, he struggled to move his body toward the river visible in the distance.

 

Just as he was getting closer to the river.

 

A young man was standing there with his arms spread wide.

 

It looked as if he was ready to catch him, as if he had been waiting.

 

Could it be?

 

No way, right?

 

Along with that thought, his body fell into the young man’s embrace.

 

What was amazing was that his falling speed decreased before touching the young man’s body.

 

It felt like some invisible hand had embraced him.

 

“I knew you would jump off.”

 

At those words, the Blood Red Assassin quickly separated from the young man’s body and asked with a wary expression.

 

“You, who are you?”

 

“Me? I’m Jeok Wigang, the Trading Company Leader of Jinmu Trading Company. Who are you?”

 

“…I can’t say.”

 

“Hey. I told you my identity, but if you don’t tell me yours, that’s not fair.”

 

What’s this?

 

But wait, Trading Company Leader?

 

From what he heard, the Trading Company Leader of Jinmu Trading Company was definitely supposed to be an elderly man.

 

Wait, the Jeok family?

 

These bastards drove out the existing Trading Company Leader and put someone from their own family in the position.

 

He had heard that Jin Mu Sect was at least a fair and just place.

 

They’re all the same bastards.

 

Well, what does it matter anyway.

 

Looking at his opponent, he didn’t seem that strong, and he had never actually heard the name Jeok Wigang before.

 

Having no reputation meant having no skill.

 

If he could capture that bastard as a hostage, it seemed he might be able to make up for his failure.

 

“Am I amusing to you? Or are there others hiding somewhere?”

 

“No, there’s only me here.”

 

“Is it arrogance?”

 

“It’s not arrogance, I’m just strong.”

 

As expected of someone raised preciously.

 

Since everyone bowed and scraped to him, he seemed like someone who lived without knowing what fear was.

 

With a cold expression as if he wouldn’t exchange any more words, he disappeared leaving an afterimage.

 

Swoosh-.

 

He heard the sound of wind being cut near his ear.

 

Seeing the Trading Company Leader standing there completely unaware even as a dagger flew toward him, the Blood Enemy laughed mockingly.

 

As expected, saying he was strong was just bluffing.

 

He would press the dagger to his throat like this and make him feel the clear difference in skill. Then he planned to take this bastard hostage and demand they drop all the trading company’s goods below the cliff and release their children.

 

Snap-.

 

The Blood Enemy, who had aimed his dagger at the Trading Company Leader’s throat, smiled wickedly and spoke in a low voice.

 

“You said you were strong, but you let me get behind you too easily. Don’t you think?”

 

“I wasn’t caught, I was just staying still.”

 

“What?”

 

“When you’re coming back to me on your own, why would I bother moving?”

 

“It seems you don’t understand the situation well. You’re a hostage from now on.”

 

“It’s the opposite. You’re the hostage.”

 

This was absurd.

 

He was the one pointing the dagger, so what was he trusting to be so confident?

 

He became curious about the source of this confidence.

 

“Do you have something to rely on? Or have you given up on life?”

 

“What I rely on is myself, and I absolutely won’t give up on life.”

 

The Blood Enemy pressed his dagger against Jeok Wigang’s throat.

 

Once he feels pain, he’ll realize the seriousness of the situation, right?

 

He lightly cut Jeok Wigang’s throat with just enough force from the dagger to intimidate him.

 

Scrape-.

 

Huh?

 

This doesn’t feel like cutting?

 

It felt like scraping thick leather with a dagger.

 

Thinking he had done it wrong, he tried again, but it was the same.

 

When he examined the neck, there was no wound at all.

 

Wondering if the blade had dulled, he lightly touched it with his finger.

 

With a throbbing sensation, blood flowed down from his finger.

 

Of course.

 

He had definitely sharpened it properly before coming out, so there was no way the blade could be dull.

 

But then, what is this guy?

 

Did he polish the Steel Body Technique or something?

 

Is that why he was so confident?

 

“Why? Something not working out?”

 

At Jeok Wigang’s words, the Blood Assassin chuckled with a ridiculous expression and said.

 

“You seem to be getting cocky after learning some decent Steel Body Technique somewhere, but you’re wrong. If I infuse energy into the sword like this, the Steel Body Technique can’t block it…”

 

Scrape-.

 

Still, the dagger’s blade wouldn’t penetrate.

 

He infused more energy.

 

The Sword Qi became Sword Energy.

 

Even so, the skin didn’t have a single scratch.

 

In that moment, the Blood Assassin instinctively sensed something was wrong.

 

He tried to quickly pull his body away.

 

Grab-.

 

He was caught.

 

“Where are you going? You can’t just leave like that.”

 

“Let go of this!”

 

To cut off the arm, he swung the dagger with all his might.

 

Clang-!

 

“Kugh!”

 

Instead, the dagger bounced off and his energy and blood became twisted.

 

He tried somehow to free his arm, but no matter how strong the force was, it wouldn’t budge at all.

 

A body that Gang Qi couldn’t penetrate and tremendous strength.

 

How could such a person remain unknown?

 

“I told you. He’s strong.”

 

Blood Red Death unconsciously nodded his head.

 

“Now then, shall we have an honest conversation with each other?”

 

That absolutely couldn’t happen.

 

If he couldn’t cut the opponent’s arm.

 

Puchak-!

 

He could just cut his own arm.

 

After cutting his own arm, Blood Red Death quickly applied pressure point strikes to stop the bleeding, then concentrated all his internal energy into his legs and deployed his Light Body Technique.

 

Even in Black Blood Gate, Blood Red Death was confident he could beat even the Gate Master when it came to Light Body Technique.

 

He was certain they absolutely wouldn’t be able to follow him.

 

However.

 

“I don’t need this, but I should take it with me.”

 

At the sudden voice, he turned his head to the side to see Jeok Wigang grinning wickedly while holding the severed arm, running alongside him.

 

“Will you cut the other arm too? Ah! You can’t cut it because you’re missing one arm. Then if I grab your leg, will you cut your leg?”

 

What kind of crazy bastard is this?

 

No way?

 

He’s not really going to grab my leg, is he?

 

The moment he thought that.

 

Thud-.

 

Crash clatter-.

 

His ankle was suddenly grabbed and he tumbled forward.

 

The heavy impact he felt on his face made his mind hazy.

 

“Kheuk!”

 

He felt like he was possessed by a ghost.

 

How the hell did he follow me?

 

When I came to my senses, my ankle was firmly gripped.

 

The crazy bastard was watching with curious eyes, really observing whether I would cut my leg or not.

 

Tears came out.

 

“Why are you crying? A guy who cut off his arm is crying over just falling down?”

 

“That’s not it!”

 

“Seeing how strongly you’re denying it, it must be true. Right.”

 

“That’s not it… You crazy bastard. You’re watching to see if I’ll cut my leg or not right now.”

 

“You’re quick to catch on. So are you going to cut it? Or not?”

 

I resolved that I would absolutely never do what that bastard was expecting.

 

Now all that’s left is suicide.

 

I moved my tongue to extract the poison pill lodged between my molars.

 

Like removing meat stuck between teeth, I kept flicking my tongue until I finally extracted the poison pill.

 

With what was stuck there now removed, I felt refreshed inside.

 

This is the last pleasure I feel before dying.

 

Crunch-.

 

I bit down on the stone-hard poison pill with all my strength and crushed it.

 

A sweet taste filled my mouth as dizziness washed over me.

 

Since this is the final journey, they even put something sweet in the poison.

 

“D-damn bastard… You will never get what you want…”

 

With those words, I lost consciousness.

 

***

 

“Ugh!”

 

Blood Red Death clutched his aching head and rose from his position.

 

Soon he slowly opened his frowning eyes and looked around.

 

“Huh?”

 

It’s a familiar scenery.

 

And.

 

“You’re awake?”

 

A familiar bastard is in front of me.

 

What?

 

I definitely bit the poison pill and died.

 

I couldn’t make sense of what was happening right now.

 

What was even more shocking was that the arm I had cut off with my own hand was perfectly attached.

 

Am I really possessed by a ghost?

 

I looked for the poison pill, but it was nowhere to be seen.

 

Jeok Wigang’s voice reached the confused Blood Assassin who couldn’t get his bearings.

 

“I neutralized the poison and reattached your arm.”

 

It was clearly understandable words, but I couldn’t comprehend them.

 

Even if poison could be neutralized, he attached the arm?

 

If it was attached, there should be some trace of healing, but there were no such traces at all.

 

“Why? Suspicious because there are no traces of healing?”

 

His intuition is ghostly too.

 

Is he really a ghost?

 

That suspicion was arising.

 

“If you’re suspicious, try cutting it off again. I’ll attach it back just the same.”

 

Crazy bastard.

 

“Why? Can’t do it a second time? Should I do it for you?”

 

The crazy bastard was picking up a dagger as he said that.

 

Is this real?

 

Did he really attach the hand without any wounds?

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