Chapter 1571
Itâs not just a fox. (1)
The Black Dragon Kingâs distorted eyes flashed with killing intent.
âYouâŚ!â
Struggling to continue speaking due to rising fury, the Black Dragon King barely squeezed out his voice, thrusting force into the hand gripping his guandao.
Boom!
Hye Yeon, who had been blocking the crescent moon blade of the guandao with both hands, couldnât withstand the force and was pushed back.
âYou brats!â
Rooooar!
Immediately, the Black Dragon King, wrapped in black energy, explosively unleashed his blade towards Baek Cheon. It was a violent scene, as if a black dragon imbued with all the worldâs malice was swooping down.
Baek Cheonâs face momentarily lost its color.
âAaaaargh!â
It was not Baek Cheon but a young swordsman from Hwasan who jumped forward with all his might to block the blade.
Boom!
âYoon Jong!â
Red blood gushed out from Yoon Jongâs mouth.
Hwasanâs sword is exceptionally light, swift, and fierce. However, this also means itâs not very suitable for blocking something.
âDie!â
The Black Dragon King, with a voice filled with rage, pressed down his blade. Yoon Jongâs sword was about to be swept away and bounce back like in a typhoon.
Boom!
Another sword, flying like a lightning bolt, joined Yoon Jongâs to block the Black Dragon Kingâs guandao.
It was distinctly different from Yoon Jongâs plum blossom sword. It was slightly heavier and shorter than the plum blossom sword, giving it a sturdier appearance.
âUgh!â
âLee Sohyeop!â
Lee Songbaekâs lips were slightly torn, causing blood to trickle out. However, his sword, though shaking, was solidly blocking the Black Dragon Kingâs guandao.
And then!
Swish!
A black shadow fell over the Black Dragon Kingâs head, accompanied by a sound of fluttering silk in the wind. The shadow descended like a hawk aiming for its prey. It was Yu Iseol.
Flash!
A rain of red sword energy poured down!
The Black Dragon King, Jeok Segwang, twisted his face in anger, withdrew his weapon, and kicked off the ground.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sword energy embedded itself dangerously close to where he had been standing.
The sword energy that he couldnât completely dodge slashed a long cut across his chest, and soon, fresh blood began to seep out.
âHow dare you!â
âWhat are you babbling about, you Sapa scum.â
Before the Black Dragon King could unleash his roar, a cold and arrogant voice came from behind him.
Fwoosh!
White sword energy, as pristine as snow, poured down over the Black Dragon Kingâs entire body. The dazzling movements of the sword energy were so overwhelming that even the large crescent moon blade of the guandao couldnât hope to block it all.
Boom!
At that moment, the Black Dragon King chose a simpler method.
âOoohhhhhh!â
He swung the guandao horizontally with great force.
From the broad blade, black energy gushed out in torrents, resembling a black landslide overwhelming the raging blizzard.
Roaaaaar!
The Black Dragon King, having swept away the dazzling and fierce sword energy in one fell swoop, thrust the guandao into Jin Geumryongâs chest, whose face had turned pale.
Clang!
Jin Geumryong barely managed to raise his sword and block his chest from being pierced, but he was pushed back.
ââŚThis bastard.â
A slight hint of shock appeared in Jin Geumryongâs cold eyes. The force was terrifying.
It was just a brief clash, but his wrist, which had gripped the sword, was throbbing in pain.
If he had been a moment slower in extending his sword, his wrist would have broken, and the blade would have pierced his chest.
âThis is⌠the Black Dragon King!â
Jin Geumryongâs face hardened. He now fully realized who he was fighting against.
The overheated atmosphere briefly cooled down during a momentary pause.
After the fierce battle that left him breathless, the Black Dragon King found a sliver of respite and looked at the person standing beside him, not his enemy.
âYouâŚâ
âW-wait! Black Dragon King! No one expected their arrivalâŚâ
âSilence!â
Swish!
The Black Dragon King swung his guandao. The head of the terrified person was instantly severed from his body. The blood that spurted up fell back to the ground in a futile way.
ââŚUseless fool!â
It had been a mistake from the start to keep someone sent by Ho Gamyeong by his side.
Even though he knew they regarded the Black Dragon King, Jeok Segwang, as nothing more than a gambling pieceâŚ
He ground his teeth. Even after beheading the man, his anger was not appeased, so he kicked the sprawled corpse away.
Thud!
Now that he had dealt with the hindrance, there was no one to stop him.
The Black Dragon King glared at those surrounding him with a ferocious madness.
âHwasan⌠and Jongnam.â
They are nothing but brats.
But the Black Dragon King knew. Just because it was a bratâs sword, it didnât mean it couldnât pierce his body. The belief that the strong must always die at the hands of someone stronger is a delusion held by those who have never experienced Gangho.
âSo⌠you think you brats can take my head?â
âAmitabha.â
Hye Yeon folded his hands and began to speak.
âYou have committed too many sins. It is now time to pay for them.â
âSins? Did you say sins? Hahahahahaha!â
The Black Dragon King burst into loud laughter.
âYes, thatâs right! I am a sinner. But hearing it from a blood-reeking monk twists my gut!â
Hye Yeonâs face hardened at the Black Dragon Kingâs words.
It was an undeniable fact that his hands were still stained with the blood of the enemies even at this moment.
âBut you brats! A sin only matters when thereâs someone to punish it. Do you know what the world calls someone who sins without being condemned?â
The Black Dragon King struck the ground with the end of his guandao, shouting.
âThey call him a king!â
At the same time, a tremendous aura exploded from him. Even Hye Yeon, who had trained with the pure inner strength of Shaolin, turned pale from the overwhelming force.
âI am the king! Who dares to judge me!â
Indeed, his presence was befitting of the title âMaster of the Yangtze River!
âYou lot are nothing but a pack of wolves! Do you think losing one arm will make me vulnerable to the likes of you?â
His eyes shone with a terrifying blue light.
âI will kill you all!â
Boom!
The Black Dragon King kicked off the ground and charged straight at Jin Geumryong.
As his twisted waist snapped back into place with fierce momentum, the added force made the crescent moon blade of the guandao slice through the air with terrifying speed, as if it would split Jin Geumryong in half.
âUgh!â
Jin Geumryong retreated with all his might.
However, the Black Dragon Kingâs guandao was not only powerful but also incredibly fast. It was hard to believe he could swing such a heavy weapon with such speed.
Jin Geumryong, realizing that his waist would be cleaved if things continued this way, mustered all his inner strength and infused it into his sword.
Clang!
The moment Jin Geumryongâs sword clashed with the crescent moon blade of the guandao in midair, his body was launched like a cannonball.
âSahyeong!â
Lee Songbaek shouted, and fury erupted in Baek Cheonâs eyes.
âDonât let your guard down! The opponent isâŚâ
At that moment, Baek Cheon couldnât finish his sentence.
The Black Dragon King, having flung Jin Geumryong away, glanced at them briefly before throwing himself towards the open path instead of charging at them.
His overwhelming ferocity, which seemed like it could tear everyone apart, suddenly seemed futile.
âStop him!â
Baek Cheonâs face showed confusion.
The Black Dragon King still hadnât given up on fleeing. Even if that wasnât the case, he certainly had no intention of fighting while surrounded by them.
âWhat are you doing! You useless fools!â
The Black Dragon Kingâs booming shout spurred his subordinates into action. They rushed forward and, risking their lives, blocked Yoon Jong, who was pursuing the Black Dragon King.
âProtect the Black Dragon King!â
âYou wonât get through!â
âHaaaap!â
Yoon Jongâs sword flew through the air with swift precision, just like Jo Geolâs sword, piercing the necks of the pirates.
But at that moment, Yoon Jong realized that the massive figure of the Black Dragon King, who had been fleeing just moments ago, was now right in front of him.
âWhat..?â
Swoosh!
The Black Dragon Kingâs guandao was swung horizontally.
Yoon Jong desperately tried to retrieve his sword, but it got momentarily stuck in the bones of the pirate he had just struck, causing a split-second delay.
âUgh!â
Crunch!
The crescent moon blade of the guandao, which had already cut through the waists of the collapsing pirates, sliced into Yoon Jongâs side.
Yoon Jongâs delayed sword managed to block the blade in front of him, but it lacked the proper strength.
Bang!
With a short, powerful explosion, Yoon Jongâs body was sent flying.
âSahyeooooong!â
Jo Geol screamed, throwing himself towards Yoon Jong.
âYou idiot⌠never take your eyes off the enemy!â
Rolling and battered, Yoon Jong shouted angrily at Jo Geol. But Jo Geol couldnât hear him at all â he only saw the long, bleeding gash in Yoon Jongâs side.
âEven now, you still talkâŚâ
Gritting his teeth, Jo Geol quickly tried to stop the bleeding from Yoon Jongâs side. The knowledge forcibly drilled into him by Tang Soso came to mind somehow.
He pulled out the bandages he had brought along, but Yoon Jong pushed Jo Geolâs hand away and struggled to his feet.
âSaheyong!â
âLater!â
Jo Geol bit his lips hard.
The Black Dragon King stood among the pirates, glaring at everyone. His impressive stature was at least a head taller than the others.
Yoon Jong cursed inwardly.
ââŚDamn it.â
He wanted to curse at the cowardice, to call the sight of using his subordinatesâ corpses as bait despicable.
But he couldnât. He understood now. In a battlefield where lives are at stake, there is no such thing as fairness or cowardice.
It wasnât cowardly â it was experience and cunningness.
The Black Dragon King smirked mockingly, as if the murderous aura he had exuded moments ago had been a mere facade.
Then he spoke.
âAttack! The target isâŚâ
The Black Dragon King slowly scanned the surroundings. His gaze stopped at Jo Geol.
More precisely, at Namgung Dowi, who was carried on Jo Geolâs back.
âThat dying one.â
Immediately, the pirates screamed and charged.
âDamn it!â
âJo Geol!â
Jo Geol had to carry Namgung Dowi with one hand. In such a situation, it was impossible to fend off all the pirates attacking from all directions.
Just as Baek Cheon and Yu Iseol reflexively rushed toward Jo Geol,
âYou idiots!â
The Black Dragon King shot forward like a lightning bolt, right in front of Yu Iseol, who was suspended in mid-air.
âSago!â
Bang!
Her body was flung backward. Yet, Yu Iseol was still Yu Iseol. Even in that moment, she swung her sword, causing blood to spurt from the Black Dragon Kingâs wrist.
âSago!â
Twisting her body in mid-air, Yu Iseol landed gracefully, lowering her stance. Blood trickled down her white jaw, evidence of internal damage from the impact.
âHmph!â
The Black Dragon King glanced at the blood flowing from his wrist and roughly shook it off.
âDid you think it would be easy to kill me just by catching up?â
âDid you think the Black Dragon King Jeok Segwang was that insignificant? Do you really believe the world praised you because of your skills? You fools donât even know your place!â
Clear mockery and derision were evident.
Everyone understood now. The figure standing before them was not just a mindless brute unable to control his rage, but a seasoned veteran who had survived countless battlefields to reach this point.
âIâll make you understand what happens to a fox that loses the tiger behind it!â
With killing intent rising, the pirates swarmed in like a black tide.