Chapter 399

Those who have never dealt with these people will die without even showing half of their skills due to their vicious moves.

But.

Paaaat!

Chung Myung's sword pierced the air like a beam of light.

Before the opponent's sword reached him, Chung Myung's sword penetrated the opponent first.

Kadeuduk!

The thin swords that touched his sword split evenly. Chung Myung's sword, which did not lose its momentum, soon split his opponent's body in two.

The body split in half bounced from side to side and blood poured out like rain.

Although he saw his comrade's body split in half, the speed of the attackers next to him did not slow down in the slightest.

Chung Myung stared coldly at the sword that was shot straight at his neck, then stretched out one foot to his side and turned his body around.

Seueut.

The hem of his clothes was slightly split, but it didn't even scratch Chung Myung's body.

And.

Sogok.

The sword that Chung Myung swung indifferently cut off the head of the Black Talon unit’s member.

Thud.

With about half of his neck cut off, he was thrown to the ground and convulsing. Then after a while, he started to cool down.

Chiiik.

When the Poison Sword held by the Black Talon member fell to the ground, the grass around it began to dry up in an instant.

How much poison can it be in there that could make such a thing happen?

Chung Myung, who swung his sword to shake off the blood, breathed the bloody smell that permeated the tip of his nose and looked up at the sky quietly.

His mood is dirty.

The bloody smell that seeps into his nostrils and the energy he shoots out to cutting the flesh. A chill felt from a body that was rapidly cooling down.

As if he had returned to a part of his past life, a feeling of dread was touching all of his nerves.

Kureureung.

Dark clouds seemed to flock, but eventually thunder and lightning began to strike in the sky.

And not long afterward, rain poured down as if there was a hole in the sky.

Amidst the rain, Chung Myung looked down quietly.

The situation is in their favor.

Those who hide in the dark and seek gaps will be able to hide their signs more completely in this thundering sound and rain.

This is the battlefield they want the most.

It was foolish to jump into this battlefield.

But Chung Myung repelled them away without a moment's hesitation.

If he throws himself into their hunting ground, no one of them will target the disciples of Mount Hua over him.

Rainwater ran down his wet hair.

He opened his mouth quietly in the cold rain enough to cool himself down in no time.

"If you don't come, I'll."

His foot hit the ground.

Chung Myung, shot like a ray of light, blossomed red plum blossoms in the dark. As clear and as beautiful as ever. That's why plum blossoms are so different on this bloody battlefield.

Plum blossoms fall on the bodies of those hiding in the dark.

Sogok.

The plum blossoms, which seemed to have bloomed softly, sharply slashed everything it touched in contrast to its small appearance.

"…kkeuk."

Another body plummeted to the ground with a faint scream that could not be endured.

And at that moment.

Chwaaaa!

Dozens of black shadows flew toward Chung Myung, cutting through the pouring rain.

Eyes colder than the pouring rain shone in the darkness.

Kung!

Chung Myung's sword, which immediately advanced, flew through the air like a poisonous serpent. The beautiful, colorful plum blossoms born at the sword's edge covered the people who rushed at him again.

There was not a moment of hesitation at the edge of the sword.

Kagagagak!

The Poison Sword that was swung with all its might could not penetrate the plum blossom forest that bloomed like a cloud. The swords that collided with the plum blossom were bouncing in all directions.

Then.

Paaat.

A black Poison Sword rose from under the feet of Chung Myung. Chung Myung reflexively lifted his body up.

He avoided piercing the sword, but could not maintain the sword technique. As the shape of the plum blossom was scattered momentarily, the Black Talon members rushed toward him at a faster pace than before.

Chung Myung clenched his teeth and grabbed the sword.

Then he began to spin his body in the air and scatter his sword energy in all directions.

Among the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms swordsmanship, the martial art of Falling Rain Plum Blosso (낙매분분(落梅紛紛)) drew numerous plum blossoms in the air. Like the petals of a plum tree in the midst of heavy rain, many plum blossoms poured down with the rain.

"Heup!"

Those who rushed to the plum blossoms that bloomed momentarily opened their eyes wide.

But it's already forming. It was too late to step down.

The Black Talon members threw themselves into the plum blossoms (매화우(梅花雨)) without taking care of themselves.

Sogok! Sogok!

Plum swords have penetrated all over their body. However, even when the flesh was split and the bones were broken, they did not lose their venomous momentum and only stabbed their sword yo Chung Myung.

A simple sword movement.

A straight-line attack with no fancy transitions or feint to deceive the opponent.

However, when dozens of such swords are gathered, they become the scariest killer swords in the world.

The deadly attack poured into Chung Myung's body. A few swords lost its momentum, but some of them were fiercely and sharply aiming at Chung Myung.

Tat!

Chung Myung, who landed on the ground, showed his teeth at the sight.

Then he kicked himself against the ground and flew himself through the swords being fired.

Kwaang!

A thin, sharp sword smashed into pieces when it hit Chung Myung's, Plum Sword.  Fragments of the sword scattered at a formidable speed and brutally dug into the body of the flying Black Talon member.

Aaat!

Taking advantage of the slight hesitation of the opponents, Chung Myung's sword struck the neck of the Black Talon member who was flying from the front. As soon as his head soared into the air, Chung Myung stepped down and swung his sword in all directions.

Blooming plum blossoms.

A gushing stream of blood.

The forest, which was suddenly pouring with heavy rain, was colored with red blood and red plum blossoms.

The severed limbs were thrown out, and the shattered body fell to the ground with a thud without even screaming.

But Chung Myung wasn't safe either.

Sogok.

The Poison Sword that flew at the same time cut through Chung Myung's shoulder thin.

"That's- That's enough..."

Paaaat!

But the head of the man who stabbed Chung Myung in the shoulder soon soared to the air like a kicked ball.

Chung Myung, who violently hit the enemy's neck, took the sword back in reverse. He then poked himself into his shoulder, which was grazed by the Poison Sword.

Sogok.

The sword dug into the shoulder with the gruesome noise of flesh being cut.

Sogok. Sogok.

The sound of sharp blades cutting flesh pierced through the sound of rain and spread bizarrely. He had no hesitation in cutting off his shoulder.

Without a single blink of an eye, he cut off a chunk of flesh, stopped bleeding on his shoulder, and then took his sword back again.

Kwang!

Then, as if waiting, there was an explosion and the ground turned upside down, and again, five Black Talon members rose from the ground and stabbed Chung Myung with their swords.

Paaaat!

Chung Myung, who blew away the necks of the flying people at once, brought the sword to his side again as soon as he shook off the blood on the sword.

Sogok.

Along with the restrained movement, a handful of flesh was cut off from the side and fell to the ground.

After finishing the bleeding with an indifferent face, he turned his head and stared at one place.

His gaze accurately caught Heukssi, who was watching from afar through the dark forest.

"Hmm...."

A beast-like laugh escaped from Chung Myung's mouth.

"……."

Heukssi stared still at Chung Myung with snake-like eyes.

'That's odd.'

His body felt cold.

'I've never seen a man like him.'

Heukssi was unprecedentedly bewildered because the young man looked so used to these types of battles.

There was no hesitation within the young man who took the life of others by cutting the head of a person whom he had never seen and committing a murder.

In addition, the boldness of cutting off the poisoned part without regret.

Heukssi, who has faced numerous enemies so far, has never faced such a person.

Twenty lives were lost in an instant.

Nearly half of the members of the Black Talon were killed, and all they did was make two small scratches on his body.

Of course, that would have been enough normally. Even if it’s just a little scratch resulting from the opponent's carelessness, the poison that spread from there would have driven the opponent to pain and death.

But there seemed to be no carelessness or hesitation in that guy.

Kadeuduk.

Heukssi's hand began to move with a strange sound.

The enemy is obviously strong.

But…….

'There's nothing more exciting than the screams of the strong.'

Catching and killing the weak is as simple and lame as crushing a bug. So he doesn't feel much of a sense of excitement.

But the blood of the strong is special.

Udeuk.

Gently biting his tongue, Heukssi smiled as if he were really enjoying the taste of blood filling his mouth.

Heukssi's eyes, which were revealed through the wrapped black bandages, shone horrifyingly.

Chung Myung was walking toward him.

Despite the rain, the blood stains on the shoulders and sides were frighteningly clear.

But.

The sight of him approaching, with his blood-drenched body and sword hanging down, evoked a kind of emotion he had never felt before.

Fear. Yes, this was fear.

'I feel fear... … .'

Kagagak.

Heukssi's long claw-shaped weapon protrudes from within the sleeves, hitting each other, creating a disturbing metallic sound.

‘I must kill him.'

If they don't kill him here, one day Myriad Man House will fall into his hands. Considering his age and growth, even Bangju may not be able to handle him in the future.

So he must kill him here and get rid of him.

"…… Seven Form." (칠형(七形))

The voice that came out of his throat caused a subtle trembling throughout the forest.

Seven Form.

An order to ignore one's life and kill the other at all costs.

A person who has never been instructed such order since the formation of the Black Talon has fallen to this position.

Step.

But whether or not he knows the hostility towards him, Chung Myung approached Heukssi with indifferent eyes, scratching the ground with his sword.

"Now, tell me."

A colder voice than the rain came from his nonchalant mouth.

"How do you wanna die?"

Heukssi, who was looking at him with a flashing eye, opened his mouth to the Black Talon members.

"Kill him."

Dozens of black shadows flooded Chung Myung as the forest shook with a screeching voice.

Chung Myung laughed, showing his blood-soaked teeth.

"That's good, too."

He was glad it rained.

This dirty blood will be washed away by the rain.

A little pitiful and sad plum blossoms bloomed from the edge of Chung Myung's sword.

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