The reason Woo Gunsang woke up was purely because of an ominous feeling.
His nerves had bothered him. Woo Gunsang did not ignore his instincts.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eyes was the ventilation hole on the ceiling. He couldn’t see it with the naked eye, but he could instinctively sense that there was something inside the vent.
Bang!
That was then.
He was suddenly short of breath.
His throat was choked, and his body was hung up to the ceiling. At the same time, the vents were broken and a black object fell.
It was Pyo-wol.
In his hand was the rope tightening on the neck of Woo Gunsang.
As Pyo-wol came down the ceiling, Woo Gunsang’s figure went up.
“Oh! Senior brother!”
As soon as the woman screamed in surprise, Pyo-wol kicked her in the stomach. The woman, who was defenseless, collapsed without managing to let out a scream because her internal organs were shaken.
Squeak!
At that moment, Woo Gunsang, who was struggling in the air, cut off the rope above his head with his hand.
His hand, which had been injected with internal qi, was like a sword in itself. The rope was immediately cut off, and Woo Gunsang found freedom.
Woo Gunsang threw off the rope that was holding his neck and shouted.
“Who are you?”
Instead of answering, Pyo-wol picked up the sword that was lying on the floor and rushed towards Woo Gunsang.
Clang!
His sword aimed at Woo Gunsang. Woo Gunsang struck Pyo-wol’s sword with the blade of his hand.
Jjeoeoeong!
The sharply forged sword bounced off.
Even though he collided with the blade with his bare hands, there was not a single scratch on the hand of Woo Gunsang.
It was Jeol Young-soo (絶影手 Absolute Shadow Hand), a secret technique of the Qingcheng sect. Woo Gunsang had reached a level where he could use swordsmanship without actually weilding a sword.
He snorted
“For an assassin to dare come here.”
Woo Gunsang ran towards Pyo-wol and waved his hand. Then a cloud-like match arose and struck the Pyo-wol.
“Hurgh!”
Pyo-wol’s body slid backwards as he let out a groan. There was blood on his lips. He was wounded in a single blow.
Woo Gunsang advanced with joy.
At that moment, Pyo-wol kicked one of the daggers lying on the floor. The dagger flew precisely at the head of Woo Gunsang.
Heung!
Woo Gunsang caught the dagger in between his fingers. Although it was a short sword that did not reach the length of a sword he usually used, he felt that his heart was reassured as he held a weapon in his hand.
Although he was good at martial arts with his bare hands, he was still the most confident with his sword fighting skills.
The length of the sword does not affect his sword attack. That was how well-versed Woo Gunsang was when it came to swords.
Shishk!
He unleashed one of the swordsmanship of the Qingcheng sect, the Red Drop Sword (青雲赤霞剣 Qingyun Chixia Sword).
The entire underground dance floor seemed to be dyed with the red glow emanating from his sword.
Pyo-wol felt an extreme sense of crisis.
The weight contained in the sword of Woo Gunsang was so great that he could not bear it.
Pit pit pit!
In an instant, Pyo-wol was wounded in three places.
Each wound was not light.
“Kuergh!”
Pyo-wol let out a scream and staggered. But he persevered without falling down.
Woo Gunsang fired another shot at Pyo-wol.
Pyo-wol avoided all of those attacks by a hair’s breadth.
“You’re pretty good.”
A cruel light flashed in Woo Gunsang’s eyes.
He continued to pressure Pyo-wol like a cat playing with a mouse. Pyo-wol’s whole body was gradually stained with blood from Woo Gunsang’s formidable swordsmanship.
Even if it wasn’t, it was a free car because of the practice of closing the pipe that I didn’t want. (그렇지 않아도 원치 않던 폐관수련 때문에 무료하던 차였다.)
He brought in disciples who usually sucked up on him, and held them in his arms, but the endeavor became boring.
Woo Gunsang had stood out since childhood.
His formidable intelligence made it easy to learn any martial arts.
Everyone applauded his outstanding growth, and the seniors of the Qingcheng sect each taught him martial arts.
It was probably from then.
Learning martial arts was no longer fun.
The martial arts that others had to learn for more than a year, he learned in a month. As he learned it so easily, his interest in martial arts began to fall.
From that moment on, he started to become interested in women.
There were many women who sucked up to him. He, too, was at a hot-blooded age, so he did not shy away from any woman who came up to him.
If it were just that, it wouldn’t be a big deal. The trouble arose when he forcibly took a woman. At that time, Woo Gunsang was intoxicated and lost his judgment.
When he met a certain woman, her beauty made Woo Gun-sang act like a beast as he forcibly took the woman. The woman who felt ashamed, committed suicide making her family fall apart.
Woo Jinpyeong barely managed the situation, and he ordered Woo Gunsang to spend a whole year training in isolation.
Although he admitted his mistake, the fact that Woo Gunsang had to be put on probation for a year was a cruel treatment that was hard for him to accept.
So his heart was filled with discontent. Even as he held a female disciple in his arms, the deterioration in his heart did not go away.
Then, the assassin’s attack exploded his anger.
“Did that bitch’s father send you?”
Woo Gunsang mistook Pyo-wol as an assassin sent by the father of the woman he raped. The woman’s father was a power to recognize in the neighborhood. He had enough fortune to hire a few assassins.
Pyo-wol didn’t answer.
His attitude provoked his anger even more.
Woo Gunsang performed the sword attack of the Qingcheng sect that he had learned so far as if he had been angry with Pyo-wol.
Ssis! Ssiis!
The entire underground basement was filled with his swordsmanship. It was only then that Pyo-wol realized how great a martial artist Woo Gunsang was.
From the sword of Woo Gunsang, three swords came out. At least it’s a dagger, so if he had a long sword, his neck would have been separated from his body.
That is why Pyo-wol deliberately threw a dagger and held it.
Pyo-wol did not dare to block the sword in front of him, so he managed to avoid the attack of Woo Gunsang with the technique of Nalyeotagon (懶驢打滾 Lazy Donkey Rolling).
“Dear!”
Woo Gunsang followed Pyo-wol and spread the water.
At that moment, Pyo-wol kicked a sword that was rolling on the floor with his foot.
Kang!
However, the sword he kicked collided with the dagger of Woo Gunsang and bounced off.
Pyo-wol grabbed the bounced sword in the air and swung it.
“How funny! How dare you attack me with my own sword?”
Woo Gunsang, who was a martial artist until the very tip of his head, changed his sword.
Instead of the Cheongunjeokhagum, it was the Seventy-Two Sword Waves, one of the secret techniques of the Qingcheng sect.
As if the waves were pounding seventy-two times, the revolving sword had a tremendous power that was difficult for any master of Jianghu to easily take.
The Seventy-Two Sword Waves was not the highest swordsmanship technique of the Qingcheng sect. Even though there were a few more techniques with stronger power than that, Woo Gunsang was most familiar with the Seventy-Two Sword Waves.
He was fascinated with the Seventy-Two Sword Waves from a young age. Since it’s been a long time since he learned it, he reached a point where he can execute the technique even with his eyes closed.
Ssisisis!
Sharp sword strikes flew in succession like waves.
Pyo-wol’s body seemed to be in danger as if it was going to be torn apart at any moment. Pyo-wol fled behind the woman who was earlier beaten down by him.
“Move!”
Gunsang Woo kicked the body of the woman whom he had made love with a while ago. The woman bounced out and hit the wall.
As a result, the nerves of Woo Gunsang were temporarily distracted.
That was then.
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