The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 377
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Chapter 377. That Fucking Dan-ju Bastard
Slash.
The blade cut through space.
Thud.
A head fell.
Even so, the blade that continued to move roughly only stopped after splitting the opponent’s body in half.
“Huu.”
Gwan Ha-gyeong exhaled deeply while surveying his surroundings.
He was checking to see if there were any other entities besides the Death Jiangshi he had defeated.
There were none.
The Maengryong Corps also maintained their guard with shields raised.
“Whoa. Ha-gyeong, take it easy. You haven’t even completed a year yet, but your skills are like a member who’s completed five full years.”
Pung Geon, the squad leader of the second squad of the Bongma Corps’ Black Unit, joked around.
“You flatter me. I still have a long way to go.”
Gwan Ha-gyeong answered bluntly.
“By the way, is the inner core okay? I wonder if it didn’t get split.”
Since he had split the Death Jiangshi’s body vertically down the middle after its head was cut off.
A jiangshi’s inner core is usually located around the dantian area or near the heart.
If it was near the heart, it would be fine, but if the inner core was in the dantian area.
It would have been split and more by the slash Gwan Ha-gyeong had just unleashed.
However.
Gwan Ha-gyeong’s blade had exquisitely avoided the inner core.
Whether it was by chance or intention was unknown.
“Well then, that’s enough collecting Hundred Flower Purple Light Grass. Since one Death Jiangshi popped out, who knows what will happen now. You know what happens if we unluckily run into a Muk Cheol-gang-si or Dark Blood Jiangshi, right?”
Pung Geon said while looking around at his squad members.
Everyone nodded with serious expressions.
Especially the squad member who had gone to relieve himself last time and brought back a Muk Cheol-gang-si had an expression that was even resolute.
Since that incident, he never deviated from the designated route, even if it meant soiling his pants.
The Muk Cheol-gang-si they encountered that time was truly horrific.
If that extraordinary person named Nam Hwi hadn’t appeared to help.
It was a memory he didn’t even want to recall again.
Pung Geon’s gaze turned to Yu Gwi-gwang, the Maengryong Corps squad leader accompanying them.
Yu Gwi-gwang nodded.
“Secure the retreat route!”
At Yu Gwi-gwang’s instruction, three people moved.
Five from the Bongma Corps and four from the Maengryong Corps.
It was a modest group.
It had to be that way since the Maengryong Corps always had fewer personnel compared to the Bongma Corps.
Since the Maengryong Corps’ sacrifices were always greater, their numbers had to be smaller.
At least the second squad of the Black Unit had maintained this number of personnel until now because Pung Geon didn’t carelessly use the Maengryong Corps as cannon fodder.
Originally there were ten people.
Even when they encountered the Muk Cheol-gang-si last time.
After that, there was a personnel adjustment, and six people were selected and scattered to different squads.
And there were no replacement personnel.
It had to be that way.
The Maengryong Corps’ sacrifices were gradually increasing.
Though it wasn’t comparable to the past.
The nine people moved out of the jiangshi territory while maintaining thorough vigilance.
They had definitely changed.
Muk Cheol-gang-si.
After experiencing that monster, something different from other Bongma Corps or Maengryong Corps martial artists had settled within them.
The collected Hundred Flower Purple Light Grass was divided and carried by each of the nine people.
‘Heaven-Severing Demon-Slaying Blade. It’s definitely an amazing blade technique.’
Gwan Ha-gyeong recalled the earlier battle while surveying his surroundings.
He was becoming increasingly familiar with the blade technique.
To that extent, he was growing stronger.
Even so, he still had a long way to go.
Like that mysterious great hero he saw that day.
He needed to be able to overwhelm a Muk Cheol-gang-si alone.
Only then could he reduce his comrades’ sacrifices in this damned place.
Now the Sanwol Great Wall was beginning to come into view.
‘Is it three months now?’
A small smile formed on Yu Gwi-gwang’s face.
A full four years and eight months.
He had survived in this hellish place for that period.
He had been lucky.
Entirely so.
The comrades he met were lucky, and his luck during service was good too.
If there was bad luck, it was when they encountered the Muk Cheol-gang-si last time.
But even then, didn’t a mysterious master luckily appear?
The number of contemporaries who had survived until now was twenty.
Half had survived.
In the past, they said only one in twenty would survive.
Things changed after they started using shields.
Yu Gwi-gwang stared quietly at his shield.
He had joined the Maengryong Corps when the Murim War was in full swing, was deployed to various battlefields, then came to Sanwol Demon Forest.
His senior classes who came before him.
Most of them died.
That’s why the calculated survival rate was one in twenty.
It wasn’t just the survival rate from Sanwol Demon Forest alone.
Since they participated in the Murim War.
Many lost their lives in that fierce battlefield too.
However.
Now the perception is that the Maengryong Corps are meat shields for Sanwol Demon Forest.
Around the time the Murim War was wrapping up, the entire Maengryong Corps was transferred and deployed to Sanwol Demon Forest.
While they were struggling desperately here, junior classes deployed to this place came carrying shields.
According to what he heard from them, one instructor from the Jamryong Corps at Gyoryong Hall had taught them desperately.
Yu Gwi-gwang learned shield technique from his juniors.
If it helped with survival, what couldn’t he learn from anyone?
Thanks to that, he too. His contemporaries too.
Survived.
It was a larger number than expected.
Six people from the class directly above his had safely left Sanwol Demon Forest.
If he and his contemporaries safely completed their service, the Maengryong Corps’ survival rate would also change anew.
‘I should visit Muchang once to pay my respects when my service ends.’
Zhuge Ming.
An instructor whose face he didn’t even know.
But since he had survived thanks to his interest and efforts, it seemed proper to convey his gratitude.
Returning with such many thoughts.
A day passed.
Pung Geon appeared at the barracks with a face flushed red and blue with anger.
“What’s wrong?”
Yu Gwi-gwang asked.
“Hah. Damn it. That fucking Dan-ju bastard.”
Unrestrained curses spewed from Pung Geon’s mouth.
Since this was uncharacteristic behavior for him, the martial artists of Black Squad’s second unit and the remaining martial artists of Maengryong Corps gathered around.
Eight pairs of eyes turned toward Pung Geon.
“The mission has changed.”
“?”
Could such a thing happen?
They had been enthusiastically collecting White Flower Purple Light Grass.
“Recently the supply of White Flower Purple Light Grass has improved. They’re starting work that was postponed… and they want us to go first.”
Faces still showed incomprehension.
“Postponed work?”
Yu Gwi-gwang tilted his head.
“Confirming the jiangshi territories.”
Everyone’s faces hardened.
A considerable portion had already been confirmed.
If there were unconfirmed places.
The place where territorial anomalies first occurred.
Originally a quiet place with no particular abnormalities and solid territories.
The territorial anomalies started from that place and spread throughout the entire Sanwol Demon Forest.
“The western Great Wall…”
Yu Gwi-gwang muttered.
Pung Geon nodded.
The main base of the Demon Sealing Corps was in the northern part of Sanwol Demon Forest.
This was also the most fierce battleground, closest to the Jeongcheon Alliance.
If the north was breached, they could advance straight to Anhui Province, so it also served as a defensive line against the jiangshi.
They were told to leave that northern Great Wall and go to the western Great Wall.
To a place where territories were tangled and no one knew what had become of it.
“Just us?”
When Yu Gwi-gwang asked again in disbelief.
Pung Geon nodded with a grave expression.
“Fuck.”
Curses spewed from Yu Gwi-gwang’s mouth as well.
Telling these nine alone to explore the west of the Great Wall was tantamount to telling them to die.
Originally a quiet place where they didn’t even manage it after mapping the territories.
To think they alone had to go to that place.
To land that no one knew what had become of it after the territorial upheaval.
To a place that might have become the territory of Muk Cheol-gang-si or Dark Blood Jiangshi.
A heavy atmosphere descended.
“What about the route?”
Gwan Ha-gyeong carefully spoke up and asked.
Eight gazes turned toward Pung Geon again.
Hoping it wasn’t the insane order to cross through Sanwol Demon Forest.
“We follow the Great Wall westward. Go to where the west gate is and enter the Great Wall from there. Map the territories of the jiangshi west of the Great Wall. That’s the mission given to us.”
Perhaps it could be considered fortunate.
They could reach the west of the Great Wall, but.
“I’m sorry.”
Pung Geon said, looking at Maengryong Corps including Yu Gwi-gwang.
And he also spoke to the martial artists of the Demon Sealing Corps.
“Sorry for being a powerless Squad Leader.”
However, none of the eight blamed him.
They all knew what an excellent Squad Leader he was.
“Let’s hurry and prepare to depart. It’s a long journey.”
When Yu Gwi-gwang first broke the mood and spoke, all the martial artists of both the Demon Sealing Corps and Maengryong Corps began to move.
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“We’ve arrived.”
The castle wall could be seen in the distance.
“Gulp.”
Pyeong Deok-jo swallowed dry saliva.
“That place is…”
Though he had wandered all under heaven, this was his first time here.
It had to be.
Now it was Sanwol Demon Forest surrounded by Sanwol Great Wall.
But during the Murim Great War.
It was Sanwol Demon Forest where the Blood Cult’s main base was located.
There was no such thing as a great wall.
In other words, it was an extremely dangerous place, so Pyeong Deok-jo never went near it.
Because for someone of his level, it was a place where death was almost certain.
To think he would come to such a place.
“If we move a little more there’s a west gate… but that’s bothersome. Let’s climb over the wall from here.”
He had climbed over walls then too.
Stopping the cart.
Releasing the horse and tying it to a nearby tree.
That place where they had stayed.
Pyeong Deok-jo looked up at the high wall of the Great Wall.
“How am I supposed to…”
Searching his memory for whether they had brought rope or rope ladders, they had.
He had seen it inside the coffin in the supply cart.
There was rope. Definitely.
Just as he was about to go get it.
“You have to jump over. What are you trying to get.”
Ha Mu-baek’s words stopped his feet.
“My lightness skill isn’t enough to get over this place…”
“You have to get over. You need to be able to cross easily. I’ll teach you that lightness skill.”
Vermillion Bird Soaring Heaven.
From his days as Hocheon Corps Leader.
A movement technique Ha Mu-baek created to evade and face jiangshi with high jumping ability.
Simple but extremely effective in its utility.
The very technique he had taught the Maengryong Corps cadets.
This time he taught it to Pyeong Deok-jo.
That day.
Pyeong Deok-jo spent the entire day repeatedly leaping toward midair.
Even so, a smile hung on his lips.
Having learned and practiced it, he could now understand.
Vermillion Bird Soaring Heaven.
This was a movement technique that utilized the principles of Ascending Leap Technique, an Upper Tier movement technique.
To think he would learn such an excellent movement technique.
That’s why he truly gave it his all.
In just that one day.
He mastered all the essentials.
He could leap over the Great Wall’s ramparts in one bound.
“Good. Then we’ll enter tomorrow.”
And so Ha Mu-baek slept in the luggage carriage, while Pyeong Deok-jo slept in a small tent.
As he lay down to sleep, questions finally arose in Pyeong Deok-jo’s mind.
‘But why exactly do I need to learn this? He said we’d catch a few Jiangshi…’
Pyeong Deok-jo fell asleep with unanswered questions.
The answer to those questions came easily enough.
The moment they crossed over the wall of Sanwol Great Wall and entered Sanwol Demon Forest with Ha Mu-baek at daybreak.
Ha Mu-baek smiled faintly.
“It’s changed. As expected.”
Having stirred up all the Jiangshi in this place while fighting Yeon Baek-ryang.
Ha Mu-baek hadn’t given much thought to what kind of aftermath that incident would cause.
Because, based on past experience, he thought the effects would be limited to this nearby area.
“Huh? Uh oh…”
Unlike the calm Ha Mu-baek, Pyeong Deok-jo was startled.
Because he had made eye contact with a Jiangshi that was nearby.
“Kruuh. Kruuuuh.”
The Death Jiangshi that spotted Pyeong Deok-jo and Ha Mu-baek began to move.
Its appearance was both bizarre and terrifying.
Pyeong Deok-jo’s body stiffened.
The sight of a rotting corpse moving was something he was seeing for the first time.
Not knowing what to do, Pyeong Deok-jo eventually looked at Ha Mu-baek.
Ha Mu-baek stared at him quietly, then asked.
“What are you doing?”
“Pardon?”
Pyeong Deok-jo asked back with a bewildered face.
Ha Mu-baek pointed at the Death Jiangshi with his chin in response to that question.
“Pardon?”
Pyeong Deok-jo asked again.
Ha Mu-baek’s chin pointed toward the Death Jiangshi again.
Meanwhile, the Death Jiangshi was approaching moment by moment.
“So, so you’re telling me to face that thing…”
Ha Mu-baek nodded.
“Just be careful of the teeth. If you get bitten, you might get infected with Jiangshi Poison and become a Jiangshi.”
After giving that advice, Ha Mu-baek stepped back.
A question suddenly occurred to him.
‘What would happen if I got bitten by that thing right now?’
He had surpassed Ten Thousand Poisons Immunity and reached the realm of All Poisons Immunity.
Would Jiangshi Poison really work on someone like him?
He was curious, but didn’t bother to experiment.
Because there was always the possibility of unforeseen circumstances.
No matter how much he had All Poisons Immunity.
“Tahat!”
At that moment.
Pyeong Deok-jo drew his sword and launched his body toward the Death Jiangshi.
The Cho Family Five Swords he unleashed slashed across the Death Jiangshi’s entire body.
“Uuuuung.”
Was it in pain?
The creature made a strange sound while still reaching its arms toward Pyeong Deok-jo.
“You need to cut off the head.”
Following Ha Mu-baek’s continued advice, Pyeong Deok-jo’s sword moved sharply and severed the Death Jiangshi’s neck in one stroke.
Ha Mu-baek nodded.
As expected.
He had talent.
His sword technique was also excellent.
“Huff. Huff. Huff…”
Even though it wasn’t much of a fight.
Perhaps because he had been extremely tense, Pyeong Deok-jo was breathing heavily.
“If you’re already like this, what are you going to do? You still have a long way to go.”
“Pardon?”
Startled, Pyeong Deok-jo blinked his eyes and asked back.
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