Hwasan Sect’s Genius Swordsman Chapter 63

Chapter 63

“I was planning to play around a bit, but you should just die right now.”

“How dare you!”

Mu Hwi simply spat out the words calmly, but Geuk Sa-mun, who actually heard them, exploded in anger and scattered yellow sword energy.

The sword energy, which seemed to have gone mad, was being scattered recklessly. It was as if a wild beast that had lost its mind was swinging it.

In terms of being chaotic and disorderly, it was not inferior to the sword techniques of Hwasan.

The Yaksha Sword Technique (夜叉劍法) of the Hell Division.

As someone who was almost certain to become the next head of the Guyu Sect, the texture of his sword technique is distinctly different.

‘It seems he has roughly reached the peak.’

Seeing the difference in the level of the Cloud River Sword Dragon and the Hell Sword Dragon, it seemed that even among the Six Dragons, there were differences in level.

Since he was about to reach the age of thirty, even considering that he was on the older side among the Six Dragons, it was an achievement that was counted among the best in the martial arts world.

Through the gaps of the relentless and chaotic sword strikes, Mu Hwi stepped forward without hesitation.

When his left foot drew a small circle while rotating with his right foot as the central axis, all of Geuk Sa-mun’s sword energy was being spread out.

The Plum Blossom Sword Energy was falling like rain, forcibly spreading out Geuk Sa-mun’s sword energy.

Dodging four sword strikes aimed at the lower left and right, one step. Deflecting the sword energy rushing towards the upper and middle sections, another step.

Although Geuk Sa-mun was continuing the relentless offensive, it was Mu Hwi who was freely moving and closing the distance.

‘Strange.’

Genuine wrinkles deepened on Geuk Sa-mun’s face as he poured more internal energy into his sword.

The faster sword was cutting through the front with ease, but Mu Hwi’s steps did not stop.

In fact, his footsteps were getting faster.

Seeing Mu Hwi strangely and steadily closing the distance, Geuk Sa-mun felt a chill run down his spine.

Mu Hwi’s Plum Blossom Sword finally began to slash diagonally as he entered the desired range.

Seeing this, Geuk Sa-mun did not block the sword strike head-on but instead tilted his sword slightly.

Then, as if sweeping the back of the sword blade with his left hand, he prepared to unleash the Yaksha Reverse Chaos (夜叉反混).

A counter technique of the Yaksha Sword Technique that deflects the opponent’s attack and mixes tension to unleash a counterattack.

The Plum Blossom Sword fell onto Geuk Sa-mun’s finely trembling sword. The moment the swords touched, the Plum Blossom Sword was roughly deflected.

‘I’ll crush your chest right away.’

As the sword surged upward, the chest would naturally open, and the Yaksha Reverse Chaos would strike directly into that gap.

Thud!

The smile on Geuk Sa-mun’s face, which had been filled with killing intent, twisted. It was because he did not hear the sound he had hoped for.

When Geuk Sa-mun’s eyes slowly lowered, he saw his beloved sword, now broken in half.

Seeing Geuk Sa-mun’s expression, with his pupils dilating in real-time, Mu Hwi let out a sinister smile.

‘I didn’t expect it to break in a single strike. At a glance, it’s quite a good sword.’

The swords of Hwasan were sharp and splendid, but they were not heavy or powerful.

Moreover, to maximize the power of the sword technique, the blade was long and thin.

Thus, Geuk Sa-mun could never have imagined that his famous sword would break in a single diagonal slash.

The psychological gap created by the perception of Hwasan’s swords.

‘Even if you only learn the first move of the Iron Plum Sword Technique, it’s enough to be a life-saving technique.’

As Mu Hwi had just done, if you exploit the psychological gap in a life-and-death battle, you can not only save your life but also aim for a reversal.

“This is absurd!”

The first move of the Iron Plum Sword Technique, which had sent Geuk Sa-mun’s sword flying, the Iron Plum Crossing the River (鐵梅渡江), began to tear through the air once again.

Perhaps because the scene Mu Hwi had just shown was too intense, Geuk Sa-mun did not dare to think of facing it and exploded his internal energy in both feet.

Boom!

Even though he quickly stepped back with a deep step, Geuk Sa-mun’s left arm was spraying blood and spinning in the air.

The moment Mu Hwi was about to chase Geuk Sa-mun.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Suddenly, clouds of dust rose from the ground around where Mu Hwi and Geuk Sa-mun were engaged in a life-and-death battle.

From within those clouds of dust, twelve swordsmen leaped out.

Swordsmen who had hidden their presence and breath, lurking underground like assassins. It seemed they had been waiting for an opportunity to avenge the death of the Falling Hell Sect’s Young Master.

‘Finally showing themselves.’

Mu Hwi had noticed the Falling Hell Sect swordsmen’s hiding the moment he first stood before Geuk Sa-mun.

Yet, he had pretended not to know and engaged in the life-and-death battle.

“Insects.”

It was because they posed no threat to Mu Hwi.

The internal energy of the Heavenly Containment Heart Technique, which had been layered onto the Plum Blossom Sword through the mysteries of the Iron Plum Sword Technique, was released in an instant. A red energy flow surged up along the sword blade in a flash.

The moment Mu Hwi’s right sleeve fluttered roughly, countless red and white sword rays burst out around him.

Whatever was in the air, the sharp sword rays pierced through and advanced.

Amidst the complexly intertwined sword rays, like branches, the Plum Blossom Sword Energy fluttered.

The Seven Supreme Plum Blossom Sword, Seven Plum Severing Branches (七梅絶枝)

Splat!

In an instant, blood erupted and flowed from all directions.

It was as if someone had poured red water into the air.

Mu Hwi’s complex sword rays became branches, and the Plum Blossom Sword Energy and the spurting blood became the petals of the branches, revealing their sticky color.

Geuk Sa-mun and the twelve Falling Hell Sect swordsmen, who had entered the range, were all silent, their entire bodies drenched in blood.

Mu Hwi, who had cut down thirteen in one go, immediately scattered the Plum Blossom Sword Energy and charged into the enemy camp.

“Drive out the evil sects!”

The leader, who had been watching the Dokgo’s flag fluttering in the south, roared as soon as Mu Hwi rushed into the enemy camp.

In response, the affiliate sect disciples, who had been waiting in case Mu Hwi fell into a trap, immediately began to rush out.

In sync with this, the Dokgo Association also struck the rear of the Janryonghoe Sect.

“Leader! Orders!”

“Guyu Sect! Janryonghoe Sect! Kill them all!”

It was not just the Dokgo Association attacking the rear of the Janryonghoe Sect. There were also the first-generation disciples of Hwasan and Jongnam Sect who had met and joined in the middle.

The sudden death of Geuk Sa-mun, who had been leading the Guyu Sect’s forces, the Dokgo Association’s surprise attack on the rear, and the first-generation disciples of Hwasan and Jongnam Sect.

Attacked from both front and rear, the evil sects martial artists were greatly shaken. The factor that most bewildered the evil sect’s martial artists was none other than Mu Hwi.

No one could stop him.

The red and white Plum Blossom Sword Energy, soaked in blood, poured down with a sinister red glow.

“Ugh!”

“The Sword Devil… He’s even more than the rumors!”

The elder of the Guyu Sect, who had stepped forward to stop Mu Hwi, was torn apart as soon as two plum blossoms bloomed before him.

The evil sect’s martial artists’ mouths gaped open at the unbelievable sight of the elder splitting apart before their eyes.

“Damn it… What kind of late-stage foundation level disciple is this!”

“Move aside! If you want to die, you die!”

Some were seen running away with their backs turned, but Mu Hwi showed no mercy.

If they were in front, he would cut them down equally.

Swoosh!

As Mu Hwi’s sword swung horizontally and vertically, dozens of plum blossoms bloomed, and along with the scattered petals, blood spurted from all directions.

“Support the Senior Disciple!”

“Senior Disciple, I’ll take the left.”

Mu Hwi, who had been advancing without hesitation, was suddenly caught up by Mu-cheol and Mujin, who protected his side.

“Senior Disciple! Like last time, we’ll move in four groups!”

Behind them, the remaining second-generation disciples, including Mu-hwa, joined in and cut down the evil sect’s martial artists.

Mu Hwi paused for a moment and looked back. His disciples were guarding his blind spots.

“Hmm…”

Although Mu Hwi had already paved the way, it was no easy feat for the second-generation disciples to catch up to Mu Hwi so quickly after breaking through the evil sects reformed formation.

But the second-generation disciples were defiantly chasing after Mu Hwi’s back.

“It was worth forcing them to open their mouths and feed them.”

“Ugh!”

While muttering, Mu Hwi pierced through a Guyu Sect martial artist who was charging at him and slowed down to match his breathing with his disciples.

Even as he did so, Mu Hwi’s eyes, filled with killing intent, scanned every corner of the evil sect’s camp.

‘I’ve killed the Guyu Sect, so I should take care of the Janryonghoe Sect side as well.’

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At that moment, a loud sound like an explosion came from the front, followed by a golden sword energy pouring down.

Two men and women appeared, clearing away the evil sect’s martial artists blocking the way.

“Mu Hwi, Disciple!”

“Are you the Hwasan Sword Devil?!”

Xian Zhu and Dokgo Yul appeared before Mu Hwi.

“What, did the second-generation disciples of the Jongnam Sect come too?”

“No. Among the second-generation disciples, I’m the only one. I asked my masters to let me come.”

Although a second-generation disciple, Xian Zhu was a significant force. With skills that were not lacking to stand in this place, she would be a great help in the battle.

Mu Hwi looked at Xian Zhu, whose eyes were sparkling, and nodded once before turning his head.

Mu Hwi, who had been watching the disciple’s antics of scanning him up and down, sighed inwardly.

‘It seems he hasn’t neglected his training, but is it that thing he calls a sword, it’s no wonder it broke.’

Mu Hwi frowned as he looked at the chipped heavy sword on Dokgo Yul’s shoulder.

“I am the disciple of the Sword Devil, Arang Sword Dokgo Yul. I came to take the title of Sword Devil!”

“Madman.”

Dokgo Yul confidently puffed out his chest and shouted, but when Mu Hwi, with a face full of wrinkles, spat out a single word, he immediately looked flustered.

It was because the cold, piercing gaze Mu Hwi had just shown resembled that of his master, Dokgo Heon.

“What’s a loser who lost to the disciple of the Iron Mountain Fist King doing? If the Senior, Sword Devil, had seen this, he would have turned you into a bloody mess.”

“Huh?”

At Mu Hwi’s reproach, Dokgo Yul slightly shrunk his chest and cowered.

Meanwhile, Mu Hwi, who had confirmed something, pushed aside the dumbfounded Dokgo Yul and moved forward.

“Hey, move aside. Ugh. When will you ever become a man.”

Dokgo Yul blankly watched as Mu Hwi disappeared alone into the midst of the evil sect’s martial artists.

“What are you doing? Dokgo Yul. Snap out of it!”

Only when Xian Zhu shouted while cutting down an evil sect’s martial artist who was about to stab Dokgo Yul did he slowly nod.

“What’s with that guy?”

For a moment, Dokgo Yul was intimidated by the gaze Mu Hwi had shown and was only beaten by Mu Hwi’s sharp tongue.

It was the first time he had been treated like this by a late-stage foundation level disciple of the same age.

“Snap out of it, and let’s fight alongside the Hwasan Sect.”

“Ah, I understand.”

Dokgo Yul, who had been lifting the heavy sword on his shoulder, looked at Mu-cheol, who was extending a giant Plum Blossom Sword, with sparkling eyes.

Mu-cheol, who was heroically knocking down enemies and creating space for the Hwasan Sect disciples.

The weight on the heavy sword seemed considerable, as those who received Mu-cheol’s sword strikes were sent flying backward.

“Oh!”

Swoosh!

Dokgo Yul’s heavy sword, which had been admiring, fiercely split the wind and cleaved through three evil sect’s martial artists who were aiming for Mu-cheol’s rear.

“There’s a martial artist in the Hwasan Sect who uses a heavy sword too!”

Dokgo Yul, who had already forgotten what had happened with Mu Hwi, approached Mu-cheol with interest.

Mu-cheol also glanced at Dokgo Yul, who was holding a heavy sword similar in size to his own.

“I am Dokgo Yul. A disciple of the Sword Devil.”

“I am Mu-cheol of the Hwasan Sect.”

As they exchanged names and locked eyes, the two men suddenly charged at the enemies simultaneously.

They swung their heavy swords without hesitation, testing each other’s sword techniques.

Boom!

The two men, who had simultaneously stepped forward, began cutting down the enemies as if in competition.

***

“Those damn Guyu Sect bastards, ruining things at crucial moments. This mess is all because of you.”

Jeok Sa-hye was fleeing hastily with her close aides.

After Mu Hwi killed Geuk Sa-mun, even the elders had their heads cut off, and for some reason, the martial artists, Muin Ibaek, led by the Sword Devil’s disciple, Dokgo Yul, suddenly joined in.

The tide of the battle had completely turned, and there seemed to be no way out. Quickly making a decision, Jeok Sa-hye secretly slipped away and headed towards Gansu.

At that moment, the head of the leading guard martial artist flew off. Seeing the head suddenly flying high into the air, Jeok Sa-hye’s eyes widened.

“What!”

“You sly fox. Trying to sneak away alone.”

Seeing Mu Hwi suddenly appear before her, Jeok Sa-hye’s face turned pale.

“Hwasan Sword Devil!”

Jeok Sa-hye knew.

That the twenty guards by her side could never stop Mu Hwi.

There was no way to stop the Devil before her with force. Having made her decision, Jeok Sa-hye wagged her sinister tongue.

“If you kill me, do you think the Janryonghoe Sect will just sit still? If you let us go, the Janryonghoe Sect won’t even come near Small Hwasan and its surroundings!”

Mu Hwi, who had been looking at Jeok Sa-hye’s desperate eyes, smiled faintly.

“Lies.”

At the same time, the heads of the guards began to fly.

The sword technique Mu Hwi was displaying was unusually thick with killing intent and had many blatant moves. It was not the sword technique of the Hwasan Sect.

Seeing this, Jeok Sa-hye was so shocked that she couldn’t even think of running away.

It was because the Hwasan Sword Devil, clearly a disciple of the Hwasan Sect, was blatantly displaying the sword techniques of the Guyu Sect.

In an instant, Mu Hwi, who had cut down twenty martial artists, stood before Jeok Sa-hye.

As Mu Hwi approached, exuding the scent of plum blossoms, Jeok Sa-hye gritted her teeth at his murderous gaze.

“Yaksha, Amyu, Pungrak. The sword techniques of the Guyu Sect I just used. I wonder what the Janryonghoe Sect will think when they discover this scene and examine the sword marks?”

At Mu Hwi’s smile, Jeok Sa-hye didn’t know what to say.

It was absurd from the start that a disciple of the Hwasan Sect could so freely use the sword techniques of the Guyu Sect.

“What sword technique do you want? I’ll grant you the mercy of choosing.”

Clang!

Jeok Sa-hye, who had roughly drawn the soft sword from her waist and glared at Mu Hwi, threw the soft sword away herself.

Then, as if to show off, she knelt down. The composure returned to Jeok Sa-hye’s face, which had been flustered, and a bewitching smile began to form.

“Surely, a disciple of a righteous prestigious sect wouldn’t mercilessly kill a woman who has surrendered? If you know propriety, you absolutely cannot do that.”

Hearing those words, the Plum Blossom Sword that had been aimed at her brow lowered. Jeok Sa-hye smiled triumphantly.

‘That’s what I thought.’

A rigid righteous sect, and a late-stage foundation level disciple with little experience, would not easily kill after hearing such words.

Mu Hwi, who had been admiring Jeok Sa-hye’s sinister smile, curled the corner of his mouth in the same way.

“Why do you think I can’t kill you?”

The tip of the Plum Blossom Sword, which had been pointing at the ground, began to rise towards Jeok Sa-hye’s neck.

As the flustered Jeok Sa-hye was about to say something, Mu Hwi’s sword split the air.

After beheading Jeok Sa-hye and looking around, Mu Hwi nodded.

“You all died at the hands of the Guyu Sect. As for the detailed reasons… It’s none of my business.”

Mu Hwi, who had sheathed his sword, turned his steps back towards Small Hwasan.

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