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Chapter 287

However…

“!?”

Golden orbs that suddenly began floating around them hindered their movements.

“Why don’t you leave them alone and keep me company?”

Mu-gyeong, who created the orbs, spoke in a flat tone and calmly walked toward them.

The three guards quickly exchanged glances and made a decision. They decided to deal with Mu-gyeong first and then finish off the Shaolin Dragon with their leader. They were confident that their leader would not fall to the Shaolin Dragon while they handled the young monk.

Of course, they knew that the young monk was one of the renowned late-stage disciples of Shaolin.

However, they didn’t take such reputations seriously. All three had endured harsh training in Shinchun, becoming experts who had survived in the martial world for decades, holding mid-level positions in the Martial Alliance.

The man originally serving as the leader of the Flying Dragon Pavilion in the Martial Alliance swatted away the floating golden orbs and charged at Mu-gyeong. As the Flying Dragon Pavilion leader moved first, the Hidden Shadow Pavilion leader and the Ice Change Pavilion leader spread out to the left and right.

They planned to attack from blind spots after the Flying Dragon Pavilion leader drew Mu-gyeong’s attention.

Swoosh!

However, for some reason, the golden orbs floating around them continued to follow the Hidden Shadow Pavilion leader and the Ice Change Pavilion leader.

‘What is this!?’

The two of them wore expressions of bewilderment.

Mu-gyeong was clearly looking at the Flying Dragon Pavilion leader charging at him.@@novelbin@@

Yet, how could he control the golden orbs so precisely without even looking at them?

* * *

‘Compared to the Head of Salmak, this is nothing.’

Mu-gyeong, while looking at the man charging at him, expanded his senses to grasp the entire situation around him.

Even amidst the tremendous energy clash between Mu-jin and the leader nearby, he did not miss the movements of the two men spreading out to his left and right. Ŕ₳ΟЁŜ

Controlling the golden orbs to chase the two spreading men, he…

Boom!

Mu-gyeong exchanged blows with the man who had suddenly approached right in front of him.

After receiving the Flying Dragon Pavilion leader’s strike with the Vajra Exorcising Devil Fist, Mu-gyeong used the rebound force to leap backward and aimed a kick at the Flying Dragon Pavilion leader’s legs using the Anti-Demon Serial Kick Technique.

Flash!

The Flying Dragon Pavilion leader jumped into the air to avoid the kick.

‘There’s no need to drag this out.’

Facing three opponents and the possibility of Mu-jin struggling against the leader, Mu-gyeong decided not to hold back.

Mu-gyeong’s left hand reached out towards the man who had jumped into the air.

The Flying Dragon Pavilion leader swung his sword to block the strike.

Clang!

Slash!

“!?”

The sword he swung was effortlessly cut in two.

Only then did the Flying Dragon Pavilion leader realize what had cut his sword so easily.

A small sword that had somehow appeared in Mu-gyeong’s left hand had pierced his side.

No, saying it had pierced was an understatement.

“Ugh…”

The small sword, which still had energy left after cutting the Flying Dragon Pavilion leader’s sword, had also slashed his abdomen.

Regardless of the blood and intestines spilling out of his abdomen as he fell from the sky, Mu-gyeong unemotionally observed the small sword that had slashed the Flying Dragon Pavilion leader’s stomach.

“As Mu-jin said, it’s an extraordinary sword.”

The small sword was the Dragon Slayer Sword used by the Head of Salmak.

However, Mu-gyeong didn’t know its true name or history, so he simply called it ‘Shura Sword.’

It was the weapon he chose to accompany him on the path he had resolved to walk.

Mu-gyeong, with an indifferent expression, remained calm despite the scent of blood emanating from the man he had cut down.

To suppress the murderous desire surging within him as he began killing, he tried to maintain his composure.

“Then, there are two left.”

Even after killing someone, his expression remained blank as he turned his gaze towards the next prey, looking like a seasoned murderer to anyone who saw him.

* * *

Seeing the Flying Dragon Pavilion leader die helplessly, the Hidden Shadow Pavilion leader and the Ice Change Pavilion leader’s eyes filled with shock once again.

They hadn’t even escaped the range of the golden orbs yet, and one of them was already dead.

And the monk, who muttered something to himself, raised an afterimage as he charged at the Hidden Shadow Pavilion leader.

It was the Swift Shadow Strike, one of Shaolin’s renowned movement techniques.

Mu-gyeong quickly closed the distance and swung his small sword, forcing the Hidden Shadow Pavilion leader to urgently leap to narrowly avoid the strike.

‘That small sword is a dangerous weapon. Clashing head-on is risky.’

Though startled by the Flying Dragon Pavilion leader’s death, he had seen how it happened with his own eyes.

As someone who had considerable experience in the martial world, the Hidden Shadow Pavilion leader could make that judgment easily.

The problem was that Mu-gyeong’s skills were better than expected to face without clashing weapons.

In the moment he lost his balance slightly while avoiding the small sword…

Thud!

“Ugh.”

The Hidden Shadow Pavilion leader groaned as Mu-gyeong’s kick hit his side.

He couldn’t tell whether the disappearance of the golden orbs surrounding him was a good thing or a bad thing.

The orbs that had surrounded him were now encircling the Ice Change Pavilion leader.

From dealing with about ten golden orbs each, the Ice Change Pavilion leader was now alone, surrounded by more than twenty orbs, frantically dodging them.

This meant it was unlikely he would get help from the Ice Change Pavilion leader.

As Mu-gyeong’s relentless attack pushed him back…

‘Why are they not coming!!?’

The Hidden Shadow Pavilion leader’s mind was filled with the faces of those who had not yet joined.

There were those who were supposed to join here after worsening the situation suitably.

If only they arrived as reinforcements, they could turn the tide of this situation!!

In the fleeting moment he was thinking about the absent allies…

“Seems you have the leisure for other thoughts?”

Slash!

The Shura Sword held by Mu-gyeong had already pierced his side again.

* * *

Before this scene unfolded…

Just as Shaolin and the Martial Alliance were about to clash…

Under Jegal Muhwan’s direction, the Shaolin and Wudang’s Eight Trigrams squads dispersed according to the positions of the trigrams.

As Jegal Muhwan predicted, the enemies waited for them to disperse.

As they ran to seize their assigned positions, passing by civilians who had not yet fled…

Swish!

A terrified civilian suddenly thrust a dagger.

Moreover, a hidden assassin sprang up from the ground with a hidden blade.

Boom!!

Sometimes, a sudden explosion with a pungent smell would erupt from inns, as if they had planted thunderbolts.

How long had they been advancing, breaking through the various traps prepared by Wi Ji-hak and Shinchun…

Finally, they saw a martial artist in Shaolin attire.

“You scoundrels!!”

Hye-geol, the leader of the Zhen Trigram squad, shouted roughly and charged at them.

“The Qian squad moves with me, the rest spread to your positions!”

He commanded his subordinates as he charged.

There was no need to waste the strength of over forty men on just two enemies.

“Master Hye-geol! Why are you doing this!”

A man in Shaolin robes shouted in surprise, but Hye-geol wasn’t swayed.

“You think I’ll fall for that!”

As Hye-geol lunged and swung his fist, the man who had pretended to know him clicked his tongue and moved hastily.

But with five men from the Qian squad surrounding the two, they couldn’t hold out for long against the combined attack.

“They’ve already killed people.”

Hye-geol frowned at the blood on the hands of the two men who fell to the ground.

He worried about how many more civilians would die if more such men were around.

While Hye-geol pondered how to find more of them…

“Oh? It’s real?”

Mu-yul suddenly made a strange comment.

“Mu-yul, what are you talking about?”

“Ling-ling says they smell like these guys! And when I checked, they do have a similar smell!”

“…”

Hye-geol looked at his disciple in disbelief.

Of course, he knew Ling-ling’s sense of smell was extraordinary.

But that wasn’t why he was surprised.

‘They’re always together, yet Ling-ling doesn’t become human, and Mu-yul becomes more like a monkey.’

But his shock was brief.

“Let’s go that way!”

Since there was nothing to lose, he trusted Ling-ling’s nose.

And surprisingly, as they followed Ling-ling and Mu-yul’s lead into an uninhabited manor…

“!?”

In a corner of the manor, they found four men changing out of Wudang and Shaolin robes into black outfits.

Whistle!

As soon as he saw them, Hye-geol blew a whistle to call his scattered allies.

He did this because one of the four had an aura that matched his own.

– Mu-yul.

– Yes, Master!

– We’ll handle this here. You and Ling-ling track down more of them.

To not miss a single enemy, Hye-geol needed Mu-yul and Ling-ling’s tracking abilities.

– Let’s finish them quickly and move on.

– Understood!

While Hye-geol gave instructions to Mu-yul, the Shinch

un warriors, who were changing clothes, charged.

“How dare you!!”

Hye-geol swiftly blocked the strongest among them.

Boom!

At the same time, his squad members began clashing with the Shinchun warriors.

In the intense atmosphere where anyone could die at any moment…

“I’ll be back!!”

Mu-yul cheerfully shouted, as if heading to a friend’s house, and left.

Of course, his cheerful tone didn’t mean he was playing around.

Mu-yul and Ling-ling followed the scent as they moved.

They ran along main streets, sometimes leaping onto rooftops to follow winding trails.

When they found their targets, Mu-yul shouted with his inner power.

“There are bad guys here!!!”

His loud shout was enough for the scattered Shaolin and Wudang martial artists to hear.

Of course, it also alerted the Shinchun warriors hiding there.

“Gasp!”

“U-kii!”

Mu-yul and Ling-ling dodged their attacks with movements reminiscent of animals, using Snake Fist and Crane Fist techniques.

“Swords are dangerous!”

“U-kii!”

They didn’t just dodge. Mu-yul, with the flexibility of a snake, avoided a blade and struck the enemy’s side with a punch.

“Ugh…”

As Mu-yul and Ling-ling pushed back their opponents…

“There!”

“Help Mu-yul!”

Shaolin and Wudang warriors converged from all directions.

“These two are bad people!”

Leaving the finishing to the reinforcements, Mu-yul sniffed the air and ran to find more bad guys.