The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 83

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Chapter 83

“Haa… haa…”

“I haven’t even tried to break you yet, but you’re not as sturdy as your spirit suggested.”

The man gripping the head of the blood-spitting Female Daoist showed a somewhat disappointed expression.

This too was part of the enjoyment, after all.

Though it was somewhat disappointing, finding a perfect woman wasn’t such an easy task.

“Ki… kill me…”

“How could I do that.”

The man lightly lifted his hand gripping her head to match eye level, then asked gently with a changed voice.

“So. What might your name be, young lady?”

“Crazy… bastard…”

“Haha. You’re quite shy, I see. I am called Akpaecheon.”

Naturally, no answer came back.

He was going to check how long she planned to ignore his words, but looking now, hadn’t she lost consciousness?

“Tsk… I have no need for flowers that bloom and wither in a day.”

What could be done with such weakness.

With a sigh filled with disappointment and disdain, Akpaecheon threw the Female Daoist’s head straight to the ground.

Then he drew his blade again.

“However, consider it an honor to die by this Akpaecheon’s hand…”

Just then, he sensed a presence from one side.

The blade that had nothing left but to sever her neck paused for a moment, and soon Akpaecheon’s gaze turned behind him.

Though the figure hadn’t shown itself yet, a smile formed on Akpaecheon’s lips.

“Huh, how interesting.”

The owner of the presence that soon revealed itself was none other than the Young Daoist who had fled just moments ago.

“…Sajeo.”

Akpaecheon looked at the Young Daoist with interested eyes.

Wasn’t he quite good at controlling his emotions?

Since emotions were also part of mental strength, controlling them was important as well.

“Your sajeo is lucky. Thanks to you, she’ll be able to breathe for at least a moment longer.”

“…”

The Young Daoist silently drew his sword.

“What is your name.”

“…”

“Ha, is arrogance part of the temple’s teachings?”

With a slightly displeased expression, Akpaecheon pointed the tip of his blade toward the Female Daoist.

“I’ll ask again. What are your names, you and this Female Daoist.”

“…She is Sajeo Jinhwarin. I am called Jewunhwi.”

“Your words are short. You still haven’t grasped your position.”

“Even if one bows to a beast, would a hungry beast gain intelligence?”

“Right. I’ll have to tear your throat like a beast would.”

Even before Akpaecheon, who freely wielded a blade as massive as his own frame, Jewunhwi showed not the slightest waver.

It wasn’t because he thought he could win, nor because he believed there was even the slightest possibility of that.

The fact that he threw himself forward without hesitation to save his sajeo.

The guard who had been forcibly sent away to request support would remember, so it would remain in history and be passed down.

“Even if I give up my life, I’ll take your arm.”

“Little one. Beasts don’t show consideration for the weak.”

Akpaecheon immediately channeled his internal energy into his blade and appeared before Jewunhwi in an instant.

“They devour them.”

He couldn’t react in time.

The moment he noticed internal energy being channeled, the man had appeared right before his eyes.

He hastily tried to block with his sword, but the overwhelming difference in physical strength, not to mention internal energy, experience, and all other aspects, wasn’t something that could be easily bridged.

And it wasn’t as if he surpassed in talent either.

His opponent was also a monster who had achieved unreasonable martial prowess at an age that seemed barely past twenty.

Clang.

The sound of blade and sword clashing seemed to ring out briefly, but soon cracks began to form in Jewunhwi’s sword.

“For a warrior, the sword is the heart.”

Crack.

With one clear sound of rupture, Jewunhwi’s sword shattered in midair.

“A weak heart indeed. Little one.”

He had thought he could at least buy time.

Since his sajeo hadn’t lost her life yet, he could hold out until she regained consciousness.

If that happened, he had thought he could save his sajeo.

Even that had been arrogance.

This pure difference in power prevented him from properly executing even a single proper technique.

In one exchange his sword was broken, and the hand that had gripped the sword was torn from the aftermath.

Master had spoken so much about the vastness of Gangho.

He thought he had taken it sufficiently to heart, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Isn’t it good? Going together.”

Wasn’t it too harsh a price for being arrogant once in a lifetime?

However, in a situation he had no choice but to accept, Jewunhwi closed his eyes.

“…”

But even though enough time had passed for his neck to be severed, he felt nothing.

Or had his neck already been cut?

Having never been cut before, how would he know?

“You… who are you?”

The voice of Akpaecheon that reached him then was telling him that the situation was changing.

Soon, in the eyes of Jewunhwi who opened them, the back of an unfamiliar man was positioned.

‘…I had no idea.’

Until the very moment he opened his eyes.

Even though he heard someone ask “who are you,” he hadn’t thought that someone would be in front of him.

Even now, if he weren’t seeing it directly with his own eyes, he felt he would still be doubting those words.

The smile also disappeared from Akpaecheon’s lips, who had been consistently relaxed and wearing a light sneer.

Hidden by the back and invisible to Jewunhwi, Akpaecheon’s blade was caught by Cheongun’s fingers.

Naturally, it hadn’t been swung with full force, so it wasn’t a big problem.

However, the issue lay elsewhere.

He had only noticed just before this blade was caught.

‘It won’t move.’

An ordinary build.

Except for being somewhat tall.

He couldn’t sense much internal energy either, yet for this to happen…

‘A master so skilled that I cannot fathom them?’

Did that make sense?

It was impossible.

He didn’t even seem to have passed twenty yet.

“I asked who you are.”

To that question, Cheongun glanced briefly at Jinhwarin, who was still unconscious beside them, then answered.

“A hunter.”

“…A hunter?”

Akpaecheon showed a puzzled expression for a moment.

However, he soon understood why he had called himself a hunter.

Since he called him a beast, it seems he’s referring to himself as a hunter who hunts beasts.

“….”

Unlike the leisurely smile he had shown before, Akpaecheon now wasn’t properly speaking.

“Are you from the Demonic Sect?”

“…What?”

“What, what did you say?”

It was shocking news even for Jewunhwi, who was behind Cheongun.

In the Righteous Sect, members of the Demonic Sect were targets for elimination without question.

Cheongun, who had been examining the blade he had briefly held, read the internal energy that had been channeled through it.

Not familiar enough, but knowledgeable.

“So you’re the Twilight Swordmaster.”

“You, how do you…!”

“Daoist Master, please examine the Female Daoist’s condition.”

“Ah…yes!”

Jewunhwi hurriedly went to Jinhwarin, leaving Cheongun and Akpaecheon alone for a moment.

“Are you his disciple? Or perhaps, his blood relative.”

Don’t make assumptions.”

“Since I’ve examined that blade, wouldn’t I know.”

“Reveal your identity first. Trust comes after that.”

At those words, displeasure rose in Cheongun’s previously emotionless expression.

“Which side is your father on?”

“Are you planning to provoke me?”

“Is the Twilight Swordmaster your father, or is his twin your father.”

At those words, Akpaecheon’s expression hardened.

In the territory of the Righteous Sect, there would be extremely few who knew that fact.

No, it could be said there were none.

“If it’s the substitute side, there’s something I need to apologize for.”

This bastard even knows about the substitute.

Did he go inside The Sect or something?

Even if that were the case, this kind of information isn’t easily accessible.

“Both are my fathers.”

One is the father who gave birth to him, and the other is the father who raised him.

Could it mean something like that?

Cheongun looked at Akpaecheon again with emotionless eyes and said.

“They became one.”

Akpaecheon’s father was the twin who was the substitute.

However, thanks to his outstanding talent that didn’t resemble his father, he was adopted.

Akpaecheon had grown up under his uncle, showing talent that could be called innate.

“If you’re weak, you die.”

He seems capable of saying quite cold-hearted things.

However, it’s difficult for anyone to view their own situation coldly.

“Right. Then now…”

Cheongun soon released the blade he had been holding and drew his sword.

“It seems it’s time for one beast to die.”

Silence settled in.

Cheongun and Akpaecheon, with just a step’s distance between them, weren’t taking their eyes off each other.

‘How can there be such pressure…’

His master and new father.

It was a similar feeling to when facing the Twilight Swordmaster.

The problem was that even with such pressure, he couldn’t gauge his martial prowess.

It would be fortunate if his opponent was the same, but looking at those emotionless yet empty eyes, it really seemed like he was thinking of him as prey.

“Soul Intent Sword Technique”

“…What?”

Now.

Isn’t this the same sword technique he was about to deploy?

The distinctive energy and stance.

It couldn’t be anything but the Twilight Sword.

Father.

It wasn’t long ago that he last exchanged letters with his father who played the substitute for the Twilight Swordmaster.

At that time, there was talk of a young man from the Righteous Sect being taken as a hostage.

“Ha, so it was you. That Righteous Sect bastard who was captured by The Sect.”

At those words, Cheongun stopped the technique he was about to deploy and answered.

“How foolish. Does it still look like I was captured through those beast’s eyes?”

“Ha, haha. That’s true too.”

Akpaecheon, who let out a hollow laugh, began to draw up his internal energy.

He was preparing his ultimate technique, and Cheongun also looked at Akpaecheon with some anticipation.

“Even if you lose in battle…”

The direction Akpaecheon’s blade was aimed wasn’t at Cheongun.

It was toward Jinhwarin, who had just regained consciousness and was assessing the situation, and Jewunhwi who was supporting Sajeo.

‘This is how you win a war!’

If he twisted the necks of those two bastards, how would those emotionless eyes change?

As he moved and confirmed, Cheongun either couldn’t react in time or wasn’t showing any sign of movement.

“You, you coward…!”

Sajeo still couldn’t properly control her body.

Jewunhwi pushed Sajeo aside with all his strength and received Akpaecheon’s blade with his own broken sword that was less than half remaining.

No, more precisely, he tried to receive it.

“…Ha.”

One sigh.

Thud.

Akpaecheon’s blade was already in pieces, fallen to the ground.

‘When?’

Did he do it when he was holding it earlier?

What was most regrettable for Akpaecheon was the emotion he was feeling right now.

Futility and emptiness.

To think this would be the last emotion he’d feel—how pitiful was that?

His gaze, which had been looking at the pieces of what used to be his blade on the ground, soon turned to Jewunhwi.

Swoosh.

At the same time, Akpaecheon’s head fell to the ground, drawing a diagonal line.

“Since you lived like a beast…”

Jewunhwi’s eyes met with Cheongun’s behind the diagonally fallen head.

A shiver ran through his body at the unknowable depth in those eyes.

“Die like a beast.”

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