The Reincarnated Hunter Sweeps Up All Fortunes - Chapter 39

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Episode 39
Episode 39
Im Gang unfurled the Pyo Yeong Shin Method in the darkness to fulfill Hammurabi’s will. His body scattered like afterimages. Yet thanks to the Concealment Skill, he had grown light as a feather, his footfalls utterly soundless.
As the distance closed, the presence of the assassins became ever more distinct.
‘Seven.’
Seven assassins approached the Campsite, split into groups of one or two.
Im Gang drew near to the rearmost assassin. From behind, he clamped the man’s mouth shut with one hand while driving the Concealed Blade deep into his throat with the other.
“……!”
The assassin thrashed, but soon went limp.
He lowered the corpse quietly to the ground and moved toward the next target.
The second assassin stood roughly twenty meters away.
[Ascending Secret Method – Wall-Breaking Finger Strike activates.]
Finger wind coalesced at his index finger. The gust shot forth toward the assassin, piercing through his spine. The man’s mouth opened once, but no sound escaped before he collapsed.
The third assassin stood considerably farther from the second. Maintaining his concealment, Im Gang approached from the man’s flank and drove the Demon-Subduing Blood-Draining Sword into his side.
The blade tip wedged between his ribs and punctured through his lung.
“……!”
The assassin’s mouth gaped soundlessly.
With his lung pierced, air escaped the wound; he could produce no cry.
Soon he went limp, his body cooling rapidly.
‘Christopher Lee was right when he said a person can’t scream if their lung is pierced.’
In his past life, thanks to a friend who was a film fanatic, he’d watched classic movies often.
The friend had been so obsessed that he’d insisted on showing him the lead actor’s interviews as well.
In one of those interview videos, Christopher Lee had said something like that with a serious expression—though the memory was old and hazy.
Back then, he’d thought it was the ravings of a madman, but now that he’d done it himself, it proved true.
Silently committing Lee’s wisdom to heart once more, Im Gang melted back into the darkness.
‘Four left……’
Four assassins remained.
He moved toward the nearest of them.
The man stood motionless, eyes darting about. It seemed he and the others had exchanged signals; his expression was one of high alert.
But shouldn’t assassins always wear masks?
“…Whee!”
The assassin blew on something resembling a signal whistle. When no response came, he furrowed his brow.
Im Gang revealed himself, appearing to be one of them. He’d pulled his shirt up to cover his face up to the nose. The distance was too great for the man to see through the disguise.
“Why didn’t you answer the signal?”
“The other two got taken down. If I’d answered, I’d be in the same trouble.”
“…What? Two of them got taken down?”
“Yeah. The ones who were near me.”
Im Gang answered while naturally closing the distance. But it was a mistake. The assassin sensed something amiss and stepped back.
“You… who are you?”
“Tch. How’d you figure it out?”
“Your casual speech and the word ‘she’—”
[Long-Range Attack Enhancement, Long-Range Guided Projectile skill activates.]
Whoosh!
The assassin never finished his sentence. A Silver Lotus Dart had embedded itself between his brows.
His head snapped backward and his body fell to the ground.
“Truth is, I wasn’t that curious.”
Im Gang retrieved the Silver Lotus Dart and vanished back into the darkness.
Three assassins remained.
“……?”
At some point, the assassins’ presences vanished. Im Gang didn’t panic; he focused his Qi Sensing. Hiding one’s presence is not difficult.
After all, you can simply stand still. But concealing one’s Inner Force is hard, even for professionally trained assassins. Unless they possess a special cultivation method or display exceptional skill in controlling their energy.
Which is why some assassins don’t bother learning cultivation techniques at all.
Im Gang unfurled the Pyo Yeong Shin Method toward the nearest assassin his Qi Sensing had located.
It was an assassin crouched behind a tree, holding his breath.
Im Gang circled around behind him and twisted his neck.
Crack.
The sound of bone dislocating and snapping echoed out. This much was fine.
One of the remaining two had his body pressed against the side of a large boulder.
He seemed to be eyeing the situation with growing unease, contemplating escape—so Im Gang stepped forward openly. Before the man could cry out in alarm, he severed his throat with the Demon-Subduing Blood-Draining Sword.
Gurgling sounds came from him as he collapsed.
‘One last… one left?’
The final assassin was moving rapidly toward the Campsite. This one was different from the others. Instead of fleeing, he’d chosen to eliminate his target. But he was slow. Or rather—fast, but not fast enough.
Not compared to Im Gang, anyway.
He unfurled the Pyo Yeong Shin Method. Afterimages scattered across the air before vanishing. Withered leaves that had clung precariously to branches tumbled loose; twigs snapped.
The assassin’s back suddenly filled his vision. The Campsite’s tents came into view. The assassin was sprinting toward O So-wi’s tent.
The Ubo Sect warriors stood alert at each tent entrance, yet none could catch the shadow tearing through the darkness.
‘Faster. Just a bit faster.’
Im Gang poured everything into the Pyo Yeong Shin Method.
Everything meant expending all his power. But in his own mind, that wasn’t true speed. True speed wasn’t about exhausting everything—it was about shattering the limit.
Or as he thought of it: Limit Break.
‘Faster still!’
Intent gave direction to his Inner Force.
Will poured strength into that direction.
Im Gang yearned with fierce desire, and Intent and Will answered in kind.
And in that instant.
The world slowed like a film in slow motion. The assassin ahead stumbled, turning his head in shock—each frame of his horror crystalline and clear.
When that strange phenomenon ended.
[Your Pyo Yeong Shin Method skill has risen to Seven-Tenths Mastery.]
He was behind the assassin’s back. The Inner Force dwelling in both legs flowed back to his Dantian, then poured into his hands. It gathered in the Demon-Subduing Blood-Draining Sword, taking shape.
The result: a Blade Qi of roughly thirty centimeters—a hand’s-breadth in length.
A sharp whisper.
The Blade Qi bisected the assassin’s body diagonally.
“…?”
The upper half slid away; the lower half crumpled. The assassin died without even understanding how he’d fallen.
The Campsite fell silent.
Baek Do-gwang and Baek Cheon, maintaining a defensive formation around O So-wi’s tent alongside the Ubo Sect warriors, all stared at the sword in Im Gang’s hand.
“…!”
“…!”
Blade Qi.
The Blade Qi reflected in the light of the Campsite’s fires glowed an eerie blue.
“…What is this?”
Im Gang looked down at his own hands, only now aware of what he’d done. At the same moment, the Blade Qi gathered on the sword’s edge scattered. Because he’d done it unconsciously, even he found it bewildering—and let out a hollow laugh.
At this, Baek Do-gwang smiled with satisfaction.
“I knew my disciple would pull it off.”
“…Huh?”
“Congratulations.”
Im Gang nodded awkwardly at his master’s words of praise.
‘How did I even do that?’
Though it had been his own doing, he doubted he could repeat it if asked. Too many conditions had aligned perfectly to call it mere chance, yet he couldn’t claim he’d done it consciously—he had no idea how.
Ding!
[Your Qi Manifestation skill has risen to Two-Tenths Mastery.]
“…Ah.”
A notification appeared: his Qi Manifestation skill had advanced to Two-Tenths Mastery.
It was good news, certainly.
‘Am I really a practical fighter?’
Im Gang pondered this seriously.
* * *
The next day.
The party resumed their journey.
Word that seven assassins had struck the Campsite and that Im Gang had dealt with all of them spread through the Ubo Sect warriors and reached O So-wi’s ears.
“You worked hard last night. Thank you.”
O So-wi offered measured encouragement. Yet his reaction differed slightly from before. In his eyes, as he examined the bodies, a faint gleam of joy had kindled.
Im Gang held his gaze for a moment, then returned his attention to his escort duties.
By afternoon, the party had reached the Relay Station.
The Relay Station stood nestled within a small town.
The Ubo Sect warriors stationed there had come out to greet them in advance.
“Sect Leader, you’ve traveled far. Welcome.”
“Mm. I should attend to matters inside.”
O So-wi proceeded inward.
Baek Do-gwang followed him, while the remaining two waited outside the gate.
The time dragged on endlessly, tedious beyond measure.
“About those assassins yesterday.”
“Hm? …Ah, yes. Why do you ask?”
“One of them—I know who he is.”
“…You know him?”
Baek Cheon’s face hardened in an instant. Im Gang pressed on as if indifferent.
“During a commission once, he clashed with the client constantly. He was from the Yeom Wang-chae—that organization which no longer exists, if I remember right. He was a mid-level officer there.”
“A mid-level officer of the Yeom Wang-chae would’ve been skilled, then.”
“Second-rate mid-stage, probably. That’s my guess.”
“…The client didn’t verify the body?”
Im Gang nodded. A flicker of satisfaction crossed O So-wi’s eyes.
“Once this commission ends and we’re back, keep a low profile. Rest quietly.”
“Are you worried about me?”
At Baek Cheon’s bashful remark, Im Gang glanced sidelong at him—and his breath caught.
Long, straight eyelashes came into view.
Slap.
“…?”
Im Gang quickly struck his own cheek. He needed to clear his head.
* * *
Time passed like a lie—swift and merciless.
The commission was complete.
Since returning from the Relay Station, no assassin had shown his face. Even Im Gang, who’d grown accustomed to easy work, found himself wondering if this should really be happening—nothing at all.
The Generalissimo handled the payment himself; the client guided them personally through the secret manual archives.
“You have two hours to browse and make your selection.”
Hundreds of Martial Arts Secret Manuals lined the shelves of the archive.
Two hours—a mere two hours—made it virtually impossible to examine them all. Baek Do-gwang, who grasped this reality, cursed silently under his breath, and Baek Cheon’s expression tightened as well.
Everyone except Im Gang.
‘This commission is ridiculously easy.’
For a reward to eliminate seven assassins, this was more than generous.
‘Two hours—how many martial arts could I actually learn in that time?’
Im Gang smiled to himself.
Until the moment he read a manual and no skill registration notification appeared.
“Damn it… don’t mess with me.”
“…?”
He waved dismissively at the bewildered Baek Cheon and picked up another manual. But this one, too, failed to register as a skill.
Im Gang reached a decision.
He would use the Treasure Search Skill.
That was when he learned the truth.
‘The Ubo Sect—you bastards…’
Out of hundreds of Martial Arts Secret Manuals, only five were authentic.

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