The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 199

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Chapter 199

Riiip!

Namgung Myeong roughly grabbed and tore his tattered sleeve.

He hadn’t been seriously injured yet, but the opponent he faced was no pushover.

The man charging at Namgung Myeong with twin axes.

He was Geo-ryeok Ssang-bu, the vice leader of Sansanchae from the Nokrim Sibpalchae.

“Haaah!”

Geo-ryeok Ssang-bu charged forward like a whirlwind, swinging his twin axes.

Namgung Myeong lowered his stance and deflected the sweeping twin axes upward.

Clang!

“Oh. You look like a young master, but you’ve got good strength?”

Geo-ryeok Ssang-bu crossed his twin axes to trap the sword between them and grinned at Namgung Myeong’s face.

“It’s not like you can’t speak.”

“…”

“Don’t want to waste words with bandit scum?”

Geo-ryeok Ssang-bu flicked his tongue and continued provoking Namgung Myeong.

But once again, Namgung Myeong gave no reply, pushing away the twin axes pressing against his chest and kicking up at his chin.

Whoosh!

However, before his foot could reach the chin, a fishing line from somewhere wrapped around his ankle.

Whooom—

Buzz buzz buzz!

“Kekeke!”

Not missing that moment, Geo-ryeok Ssang-bu jumped excitedly and charged in, spinning his twin axes like windmills.

Just as Namgung Myeong raised his sword to block it.

Swoosh!

The fishing line wrapped around his ankle was pulled, breaking his balance.

“Hmph!”

Instead of resisting, Namgung Myeong rolled his body in the same direction to escape the crisis.

It was the technique of Naryeotagon (Lazy Donkey Rolling), more shameful than death to martial artists, but the current Namgung Myeong had no luxury to think about dignity.

Swoosh!

Having escaped Geo-ryeok Ssang-bu’s attack, Namgung Myeong launched himself toward the owner of the fishing line, Gu-deung, vice leader of Yongwangchae.

“Hup!”

Gu-deung didn’t dodge and swung his fishing rod. The thin line moved exactly like a living snake.

Namgung Myeong easily deflected it and penetrated into Gu-deung’s embrace.

“Got you.”

The fishing rod was a long weapon, but that also meant it became a weakness when the opponent closed the distance.

“It’s too early to celebrate.”

Gu-deung showed no sign of panic. Rather, a smile spread across his lips.

“Did you think a fisherman would only use a fishing rod, young master Namgung?”

Gu-deung drew a short blade from his waist and stabbed at Namgung Myeong’s shoulder.

“Hup!”

Namgung Myeong hastily blocked the short blade with his forearm.

Then Gu-deung climbed onto Namgung Myeong’s body like clinging to him and pressed down hard with the short blade.

“A knife is essential on a fishing boat.”

Just before the short blade touched his chest, Namgung Myeong’s form suddenly sank downward.

As Namgung Myeong spun his body like a top, powerful energy exploded upward.

Swish— swish!

The sword thrusting upward from below was so fast and sharp that even its movement couldn’t be identified.

As the sword energy extending from the blade approached to pierce Gu-deung’s throat, he had no choice but to hastily retreat.

Bang!

The sword energy barely grazed his chin and shot upward.

“The young master had a move saved up.”

He had almost taken a direct route to the afterlife in an instant.

Just as Namgung Myeong, who had turned crisis into opportunity with a single move, was about to slash Gu-deung’s chest.

Whiiish— whish!

Tap tap tap!

Fishing lines flew from all directions, wrapping around Namgung Myeong’s arms and neck.

“Urk!”

With his arms bound and neck constricted, Namgung Myeong, who had been building momentum, swallowed his scream.

“Bald turtle!”

“The brothers have arrived.”

“Gu-deung, this guy was acting all high and mighty as a vice leader, but look at this mess! Kekeke!”

Those who had dropped fishing rods from the building rooftops were other leaders of Janggang Surochai.

They controlled their fishing rods as if catching a big fish, perfectly binding Namgung Myeong’s body.

“Anyway, old men only have their mouths working.”

Gu-deung scratched his bald head with the back of his short blade and grumbled.

“Turtle! This guy may be a young master, but his strength is no joke. Finish it quickly!”

As Namgung Myeong gathered his energy, one of the leaders slid down the fishing line and shouted.

“Yes!”

Gu-deung answered carelessly and walked toward Namgung Myeong. Then he thrust the short blade under his chin.

“Don’t worry. I’m not that cruel. I’ll send you off right away without pain.”

“Huff!”

Though his breathing was somewhat shaky, Namgung Myeong didn’t look terrified. He just looked frustrated and resentful.

“What a truly boring fellow. Is this the spirit of the righteous sect?”

‘San!’

What came to mind at the last moment was his one and only son.

Hoping that Namgung San, who would be fighting enemies somewhere by now, would survive, Namgung Myeong tightly closed his eyes.

Just as Gu-deung was about to plunge the short blade in.

Clang!

Suddenly something flew and struck Gu-deung’s short blade.

“Urk!”

The force contained in the hidden weapon was so strong that the short blade tore through his grip and flew away.

“Who is it!”

Gu-deung quickly retreated and shouted.

Whiriririk!

A sharp sound brushed past his ear again.

Slice! Slice! Slice!

The hidden weapons that shot out from the darkness cut through all the fishing lines that were strangling Namgung Myeong’s arms and neck.

“Mmph!”

“Huh!”

“Uhah!”

As the taut lines snapped, the Janggang Surochai leaders staggered and barely regained their balance.

Then a shadow suddenly appeared on top of the wall.

A peerless beauty with long hair fluttering as she appeared.

She was Dang Yeong-ryeong, special agent of the Martial Arts Alliance.

Though the leaders hesitated briefly at the new person, they swung their fishing rods again.

Even though the fishing lines were cut, the lines were so long that there was no shortage to wrap around Dang Yeong-ryeong’s body.

Three fishing lines aimed at Dang Yeong-ryeong’s waist, neck, and legs like living creatures.

Their intention was to catch her when she rose into midair.

Pat pat— Pat!

But as if mocking that, Dang Yeong-ryeong moved freely through the air, dodging the fishing lines.

It was the deceptive midair stepping technique she had taught Seolha.

Stepping on the feather needles she had scattered beforehand, she descended in front of Namgung Myeong.

“Gasp!”

“Th-that’s midair stepping…”

“Everyone snap out of it! That’s not real midair stepping!”

Someone must have seen the hidden weapons glinting in the torchlight.

Though it was just a moment, Dang Yeong-ryeong didn’t miss the opportunity when her opponents hesitated. She grabbed Namgung Myeong by the nape and moved away from Gu-deung.

“L-Lady Dang!”

Namgung Myeong’s eyes widened when he saw Dang Yeong-ryeong.

“Cheonsu Dokhwa?”

Gu-deung also recognized Dang Yeong-ryeong. He glared at her while clutching his hand that was dripping blood.

“There are many people I’m seeing for the first time, but somehow everyone seems to know who I am?”

“Oh my. Aren’t you someone whose reputation precedes you?”

“Is that so? Then you must also know that I’m a special agent of the Martial Arts Alliance.”

As soon as Dang Yeong-ryeong introduced herself, the Dark Four and Cheolhyeoldae led by Baek I-gyeom and Jeong-seon all leaped over the walls in unison, revealing themselves.

“Leave the rear to us!”

“Don’t worry!”

“Amitabha!”

Dang Yeong-ryeong had to get to Namgung Cheon as quickly as possible.

“Lady Dang, I’ll come with you!”

Namgung Myeong didn’t even have the presence of mind to say thank you for saving him. His heart was that urgent.

“You’re trying to get to your father?”

“That’s right.”

“He’ll be at the Gajujeon!”

When Dang Yeong-ryeong nodded, Namgung Myeong quickly took the lead.

Clank! Clank!

When Dong Jeong Yong-wang Cheok Gwang pulled the iron net, Namgung Cheon staggered and eventually knelt on one knee.

A broken sword blade was embedded in his thigh.

“Cough.”

Ho Jeon Noe Yeom-baek was just as covered in wounds all over his body as Namgung Cheon.

Roughly wiping blood with his forearm, he threw his broken sword to the floor.

“It was a good fight.”

“A good fight?”

From under the iron chains, Namgung Cheon raised his head and glared at Noe Yeom-baek.

“Keke, kahahaha!”

Then he suddenly burst into mad laughter like a crazy person.

Thud!

Namgung Cheon grabbed the sword blade embedded in his thigh and pulled it out. Blood gushed out like fireworks, but he didn’t care.

Whoooosh—

Sword energy erupted roughly from the broken blade.

The blade, which let out a short cry like a roar, shot through the gaps in the iron net like an arrow.

The blade that soared upward was aimed at Cheok Gwang, who was holding and shaking the iron net.

Kwaaaaang!

Faced with such a formidable attack, Cheok Gwang had no choice but to let go of the iron net and dodge backward.

When the iron net loosened, Namgung Cheon got to his feet.

Then instead of Cheok Gwang, Noe Yeom-baek clung to the iron net and forced Namgung Cheon to kneel on the floor again.

Swooosh!

As if he had anticipated this, the blade that had been targeting Cheok Gwang suddenly changed direction and flew fiercely toward Noe Yeom-baek.

“Gasp!”

The moment the blade reached right in front of his nose, Noe Yeom-baek caught the blade with both hands as if in prayer.

Screech! Screeeeech!

The blade thrashed wildly within his palms.

Sword energy sprouted like thorns on the sword’s surface, frantically clawing at Noe Yeom-baek’s palms.

“Not a chance!”

Noe Yeom-baek suppressed the sword technique with his own internal energy.

Going one step further, he drove that blade right into Namgung Cheon’s shoulder.

Thud!

Namgung Cheon, who had been struggling to escape the iron net, swayed and collapsed.

“Now I can see the end!”

Thinking this was the moment, Mak-gon sprang out from somewhere and aimed for Namgung Cheon’s neck.

Clang!

But his wish was not fulfilled. Something flew over and struck away his night blade.

“F-Father!”

Namgung Myeong ran over and embraced Namgung Cheon who was trapped in the iron net.

Soon after, Dang Yeong-ryeong descended in front of them.

From her sleeves, feather needles poured out buzzing like a swarm of bees.

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