The Farmer Who Ended Up Teaching the World’s Greatest Martial Artist - Chapter 71

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| Chapter 71

“Damn… we’re surrounded?!”

Only then did Tang Zi-sheng seem to notice the presence, clicking his tongue and spitting out a short curse.

He hurriedly tried to turn his body to escape toward the direction Yoo Eun-hyun had entered, but it was already too late. A man had already slowly revealed himself at the entrance of the alley.

“Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?”

The one who emerged from the darkness was none other than Wi Dong, the man who had been leisurely gambling with Yoo Eun-hyun and Tang Zi-sheng just moments before.

His gentle smile had long since vanished, and only a strangely twisted grin hung at the corners of his mouth.

Wi Dong slowly raised his gaze to look at Tang Zi-sheng. Then he deliberately kept that smile as he spoke in a low voice.

“Tang Zi-sheng of the Sichuan Tang Family. We meet again like this?”

“…”

“And even Brother Yoo is with you… How unexpected. Were you two originally acquainted?”

Wi Dong alternately looked at Yoo Eun-hyun and Tang Zi-sheng with meaningful eyes. His question contained suspicion that went beyond simple curiosity.

From his tone, it seemed he was considering the possibility that the two were accomplices.

“Well, it doesn’t matter either way. Nothing will change.”

Wi Dong let out a low laugh and nodded his head.

Before they could even understand Wi Dong’s meaning, three men appeared behind him. Following that, about ten more people revealed themselves on the walls and rooftops, and the situation became completely surrounded.

“You Black Turban Sect bastards…”

Seeing this, Tang Zi-sheng gritted his teeth and muttered quietly. They were all holding weapons – swords, sabers, and spears of various kinds, but each had black tassels symbolizing the Black Turban Sect attached to their ends.

Every time those black tassels brushed in the wind, the atmosphere around them grew more ominously heavy.

“If you obediently hand over the money you earned gambling, we’ll spare your lives.”

“Was the Black Turban Sect always a place that oppressed and robbed those who earned money? No matter how much you follow the demonic path, shouldn’t you maintain some dignity!”

Tang Zi-sheng narrowed his eyes and shot back. Wi Dong burst into hollow laughter as if it were absurd.

“That’s what we should be saying. To pull such tricks in someone else’s territory and then brazenly say such things… Did you think you’d get away with it unscathed?”

“Try it if you dare! If you touch me, the Tang Family won’t stand for it!”

Tang Zi-sheng raised his head defiantly and retorted.

Wi Dong rested the massive saber he was holding on his shoulder. Then he tapped it threateningly as he spoke.

“Wasn’t it you Tang Family bastards who started the trouble in the first place? You don’t think we’re unaware of that, do you?”

At Tang Zi-sheng’s silent response, Wi Dong twisted his lips and snorted as if he had expected as much.

“We have eyes and ears too, so we know when money moves suspiciously in this area. It seems the Tang Family is involved behind the scenes… Are things quite tight these days?”

At Wi Dong’s words, Tang Zi-sheng seemed unable to find words to refute and remained silent with his mouth closed.

As if targeting such a Tang Zi-sheng, Wi Dong pressed him even harder.

“Did you think the Main Sect wouldn’t know about that? Orders to cut off the flow of money to the Tang Family were issued long ago.”

“Damn… those cursed Maegyo bastards…”

“Exactly, if you were going to cause trouble, you should have done it quietly. It’s only natural that you’d be noticed when you go around stirring things up everywhere.”

Eventually, Tang Zi-sheng seemed unable to deny it any longer and clicked his tongue while hurling curses at Wi Dong.

However, Wi Dong seemed to like that reaction and let out a low laugh.

“Keke. Now your true feelings are coming out. No need for more long words.”

Wi Dong laughed as he raised his saber and thrust it deep into the ground. As if that was a signal, the Black Turban Sect members surrounding them all took a step closer toward the two men.

Suffocating pressure closed in from all sides. Just as that momentum was about to reach its peak, Tang Zi-sheng muttered quietly toward Yoo Eun-hyun.

“I’m sorry, but I’ll need you to help me just this once.”

“Why should I do that?”

“Can’t you see them? Now that they know you’re connected to me, it’ll be difficult for you to retreat safely either.”

Saying this, Tang Zi-sheng drew a hidden blade from his chest. Even in the dim light of dawn, a red aura was glistening and seeping from the blade.

“What kind of mess is this for just following along.”

Yoo Eun-hyun clicked his tongue and grumbled as if exasperated. Soon he looked at the Black Turban Sect members closing in on him, sighed, and raised the black iron rake he was holding. He had no particular intention of fighting, but from their momentum, it didn’t seem like a situation where he could retreat.

“Just this once.”

Yoo Eun-hyun removed the sheath of the raised black iron rake and tucked it into his chest, then swung it several times toward the air as if threatening the approaching Black Turban Sect members.

The rake was so familiar in his hands it was like part of his body, so there was no awkwardness in his movements.

The heavy-ended black iron rake burst with heavy wind sounds every time it was swung, and that sound subtly pressed down on the alley.

“…A pitchfork?”

Then the footsteps of the Black Turban Sect members watching gradually slowed. At first, some had sneered when he drew out a rake, but soon when they carefully examined the black iron rake Yoo Eun-hyun held, their expressions hardened. The golden-tinged handle and the red aura faintly swirling around the rake’s ends. At a glance, it was far from an ordinary farming tool.

“What are you doing! Kill them!”

When Wi Dong’s angry command fell, the hesitating Black Turban Sect members began to move again.

Their hesitant mood didn’t last long. As if their suppressed momentum was reviving in an instant, their footsteps gradually quickened.

Soon one Black Turban Sect member gritted his teeth and leaped forward. As if shaking off hesitation, he charged straight at Yoo Eun-hyun.

Yoo Eun-hyun let out a light sigh and raised his black iron rake. Then he swung it indifferently toward the charging Black Turban Sect member.

Whoosh.

In appearance, it was merely a simple lift.

But the next moment, the Black Turban Sect member’s body bounced into the air as if struck by something and rolled on the ground. He couldn’t even grasp how he had been hit. Wi Dong’s eyes widened greatly as he watched the scene. But soon he came to his senses and raised his voice.

“Don’t retreat! It’s just a pitchfork after all!”

The Black Turban Sect members charged all at once. Simultaneously, eight men’s attacks poured in from all directions. Their weapons were different, but their trajectories were strangely flawless. A meticulously planned coordinated attack. Its power was enough to make even Yoo Eun-hyun pause his gaze for a moment.

Of course, Yoo Eun-hyun was not one to retreat from this.

Clang!

Yoo Eun-hyun swung his black iron rake following the technique of Explosive Rampage. Soon an intense metallic sound burst forth, and the weapons of the Black Turban Sect members attacking from all sides were deflected all at once. The meticulously coordinated offensive couldn’t withstand that single move and crumbled instantly.

“The power isn’t that strong! Keep pushing!”

However, Yoo Eun-hyun’s counterattack seemed to boost the Black Turban Sect members’ momentum instead. Those who had retreated momentarily immediately charged again, and Yoo Eun-hyun also continuously swung his black iron rake to receive their offensive.

It was during those few exchanges.

The Black Turban Sect members began to feel subtle disruptions in their offensive. As Yoo Eun-hyun’s counterattacks continued, their movements were slowing down one by one as if hindered by some invisible force.

‘This is more manageable than I thought?’

However, all this flow was what Yoo Eun-hyun had intended from the beginning. He was subtly twisting the flow of natural energy as if tilling a field while swinging his black iron rake. On the surface it was merely simple defense, but within it, internal energy was secretly seeping in to disrupt the opponents’ momentum.

The familiar rake, especially the blade split into nine prongs, was more suitable than any other weapon for cutting and manipulating the flow of natural energy. For Yoo Eun-hyun, it was already closer to a tool beyond a weapon.

“Get a grip!”

The Black Turban Sect members who noticed the strangeness shouted to regain their flow, but it was already too late. The moment more than half of them lost their momentum, the advantage of coordinated attack completely disappeared.

Not missing this opportunity, Yoo Eun-hyun moved.

“Argh!”

One Black Turban Sect member who read the flow and struck first raised his saber to block. But the next moment, a scream burst out along with a shock that felt like his hands were being torn.

Crack!

The impact that penetrated with nine prongs went through the saber, and holes were punched in the blade surface before it shattered completely. Unable to believe the sight of his beloved weapon breaking, he stood there dazed, then soon gritted his teeth in pain and retreated.

Clang! Clang! Crash!

What followed was instantaneous.

Every time the black iron rake was swung, weapons shattered, and the Black Turban Sect members who no longer dared to face him retreated and could only watch Yoo Eun-hyun.

“They don’t seem to want to continue. Let’s see…”

Confirming that their momentum was completely broken, Yoo Eun-hyun lightly swung his black iron rake and turned his gaze.

Tang Zi-sheng’s side was still fierce.

Wi Dong’s skills were formidable, and with two more Black Turban Sect members added, he was outnumbered.

However, Tang Zi-sheng showed no signs of easily retreating either. He was holding out by generously pouring out poison and hidden weapons, and his characteristics gave him advantages when facing multiple opponents. It was a fight where one could lose their life in a moment of carelessness.

“What to do…”

Yoo Eun-hyun fell into brief contemplation.

He had to decide whether to join in or just watch. The moment he moved, the retreated Black Turban Sect members would surely jump back in.

Ultimately, if he intervened, it meant he had to break the flow instantly.

That’s when it happened. A commotion could be heard from the alley entrance.

“Hey~ Yoo Eun-hyun!”

The air that had been taut with tension somehow shifted with that single phrase.

At the familiar voice, Yoo Eun-hyun’s gaze slowly turned. In the middle of the alley reeking of blood stood Ju Yu-ryeon, who didn’t belong in such a place.

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