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140. New Victory.

Sama Han didn’t just tell them to stop without a reason.

Sama Han looked at the Wulin Alliance Lord, who had suddenly intruded into the battle scene, and said.

“Unfortunately, the Wulin Alliance Lord’s lightness skill far surpasses ours. If we go back to the clash site, the Wulin Alliance Lord will come back here to kill the Cult Leader again.”

“Ah······.”

The martial artists understood only now. The Cult Leader’s strategic value was currently enormous. Wasn’t that why the Wulin Alliance Lord ambushed and targeted the Cult Leader himself?

But understanding it with their heads was different from accepting it with their hearts.

“Then, do you want us to keep watching? Are you telling us to just watch our allies get hurt?”

Sama Han chuckled.

“If you’re faster than the Wulin Alliance Lord, go help him. Don’t act recklessly.”

“······.”

The martial artist was speechless. In the meantime, a new master appeared on the side of the Orthodox Faction camp.

Though he was far away, they could recognize him at a glance.

“That, that’s······.”

A shaven head gleaming in the sunlight. Perhaps because of that, he seemed to give off an auspicious aura at first glance.

This time, even Sama Han was quite surprised. He opened his eyes wide and muttered.

“The Holy Monk······. Amazing. To come to the Yellow River relying on mere numbers.”

The situation was getting serious. If it was just the Wulin Alliance Lord alone, the Black Monarch could handle him well enough. But if the Holy Monk appeared, things were different.

‘Black Origin and Black God alone aren’t enough. Tsk, do I have to step in?’

But no matter how he thought about it, it was a bad move.

‘I have to protect the Cult Leader. That guy still has a lot of use. I can’t waste him in a place like this.’

At that moment, Sama Han saw the swordswoman with black hair flying in the wind. It was Sword Commander Sara, the Cult Leader’s lover.

She was at the forefront, eliminating the Orthodox Faction martial artists. Sama Han’s eyes lit up.

‘······If Black Origin, Black God, and Sword Commander Sara all target the Holy Monk?’

He saw a possibility. Her skills weren’t on par with the Cult Leader, but she was barely as good as Black God.

Sama Han relieved some of his worries. With a calmer mind, he looked out at the battlefield.

‘Tsk, I need to kill that Wulin Alliance Lord quickly.’

If it was a one-on-one life-or-death duel, it might be different, but in a chaotic battle like this, the Wulin Alliance Lord’s lightness skill was too useful.

Sama Han wiggled his fingers and fiddled with his fan.

When the opportunity came.

‘I’ll kill the Wulin Alliance Lord.’

***

Clang!

Sara furrowed her brows. The recoil felt in her clasped hands was unusual.

Most of the Orthodox Faction martial artists died with a single strike, but this one seemed to be a fairly skilled martial artist.

But that didn’t change anything. Sara used her sword to sweep the opponent’s sword.

“Damn it!”

The opponent let out a cry of dismay in a fluster. Swish, Sara’s sword had already cut off the opponent’s sword hilt. The blade continued to advance endlessly.

Thwack-!

The Orthodox Faction martial artist dropped his sword. It was only natural since his wrist was cut off.

Which martial artist in the world would train assuming they wouldn’t have a wrist? For a moment, a look of bewilderment appeared on the martial artist’s face. His body wouldn’t move as he willed.

“You, you devilish bitch······ Keuk!”

A hole was pierced through the martial artist’s Adam’s apple. Sara immediately sliced upwards. The skull was cleanly severed. White brain matter mixed with blood splattered on her face.

She didn’t reject it. Unnecessary movements hindered the battle. Her pure white face was stained with the blood of her enemies.

Someone muttered.

“Ugh, ugh······. Blood, Blood Demon.”

The man who said those words died.

She flashed her eyes and went in search of a new enemy.

The ground her feet stepped on was stained with blood, and heads without bodies flew where her hands reached.

Someone shouted from afar.

“Uryaaaaaaaa! You whore who sleeps with pigs!”

She didn’t care about the insulting language. If they were close, she killed them, and if they were far, she didn’t bother approaching.

Only those she could kill, for sure.

Suddenly, she frowned. The amount of light entering her eyes suddenly increased.

The reason was simple.

‘Bald head? No, it’s a monk.’

An old gray robe fluttered pathetically. But the aura emanating from the monk was anything but pathetic.

‘The Holy Monk······?’

This wasn’t good. There were still quite a few enemies left. She didn’t know exactly how powerful the Holy Monk was, but he was at least on par with the Wulin Alliance Lord.

She carefully watched the Holy Monk’s movements. His destination was obvious.

‘Black Origin.’

The very man who had sparred with Yohan. He was one of the cornerstones of the battlefield. Losing him carelessly would be dangerous.

Bang!

Suddenly, the Holy Monk’s movement accelerated. He charged at Black Origin with a fierce stamping motion.

Black Origin turned his head. He had already felt the Holy Monk’s movements from before. He just didn’t know it was directed at him.

“Holy Monk!”

Black Origin roared and swung his fist. The Holy Monk was an old man with a wrinkled face. If you only saw the current scene, it seemed like the Holy Monk would be utterly knocked down.

“Amitabha······.”

The Holy Monk’s right palm extended gracefully. The Holy Monk used his grappling skill to wrap Black Origin’s arm with his right arm.

Like a vine climbing a thick old tree, an arm enveloped in golden light flew towards Black Origin’s neck.

Golden Dragon Twelve Dissections.

“Keueut!”

It was too late to avoid it. Black Origin twisted his shoulder.

Crack! Thud!

A chilling sound echoed. Black Origin turned his head. His right arm had been torn off whole.

“Gasp!”

Was it because of the excitement of the battle? He hadn’t felt the pain yet. Black Origin extended his left fist with the same twisting force.

It was quite a clever move. To launch an attack as soon as he lost one arm, the Holy Monk was inwardly impressed and struck out with his left palm.

Clang!

An unbelievable sound echoed, as if it came from human flesh. Black Origin’s face turned as red as if it would burst.

“Keuaaaack!”

It felt like his fist would burst at any moment. Could this be the attack of a fellow human? He was reminded of his past sparring match with the City Lord.

It felt similar to now. The feeling of facing a huge wall. A wall he could never reach alone.

‘But, I’m not alone!’

At that moment, something flew towards the Holy Monk’s head.

He had no hands left. It was too late to recover his right arm.

‘Dangerous. I have to avoid it.’

The Holy Monk’s thighs tensed. At the same time, Black Origin’s fist spread wide open.

Thump-

Black Origin grabbed the Holy Monk’s left palm.

“······!”

“I may not be good at fist techniques······.”

Black Origin twisted the corners of his mouth fiercely.

“But I’m confident in clinging on.”

Kuh, the Holy Monk made a small grinding sound and concentrated. His inner energy layered and covered his skull.

Clang!

A black dagger slammed into the Holy Monk’s head. Surprisingly, it bounced off. Without piercing through.

Black Origin’s eyes widened.

“What! This is ridiculous!”

It wasn’t that there was no damage at all. The Holy Monk was bleeding profusely from his head.

But it was a thrown weapon from Black God, the highest-ranking member of the Black Monarch Castle, not an ordinary assassin.

‘To only receive that much damage!’

Black God, who was throwing the weapon from afar, felt fear. Immediately after, Black God and the Holy Monk’s eyes met.

“Heut!”

“There is a pitiful sentient being······. A sentient being who is human, but still close to a monkey.”

The Holy Monk picked up the dagger. Unfortunately, the Holy Monk’s throwing skills were terrible. Instead······

Crack.

A throwing weapon made by a skilled artisan was crumpled horribly. After that, the Holy Monk shoved it into Black Origin’s face.

Bang!

“Keuheok!”

Black Origin spat out blood and rolled on the floor. Just as the Holy Monk was about to retrieve his extended arm, a black figure fell from the sky.

Swoosh-

“······!”

Sara’s sword fell towards the Holy Monk’s elbow. The Holy Monk hurriedly drew up his inner energy.

A barrier similar to when he blocked Black God’s thrown weapon was added to his skin.

But there was one thing the Holy Monk had overlooked. Sara’s skills were by no means inferior to Black God’s.

Slice-

“Heoeo.”

The Holy Monk’s left elbow was half cut off. Thanks to his inner energy, it wasn’t completely cut off, but that didn’t change anything.

Now, the Holy Monk was as good as having one arm missing.

‘A young woman has achieved great accomplishments.’

Even with his arm cut off, the Holy Monk’s expression was calm. He recited Buddhist scriptures inwardly and kicked out with his left leg.

Sara hurriedly pulled back her sword to defend. The Holy Monk’s shin collided with the sword.

Clang!

Her mind was dizzy. But Sara was satisfied.

“Holy Moooonk!!”

Black Origin, who had approached in the meantime, swung his left fist. A blow wrapped in black inner energy struck the Holy Monk.

Bang!!

“Keueue······.”

The Holy Monk staggered back. Just in time, a thrown weapon flew and shredded the back of the Holy Monk’s neck.

Black God’s specialty was throwing weapons. An ability specialized in assisting allies.

“Protect the Holy Monk!”

The Orthodox Faction martial artists shouted and jumped into the battlefield. The Black Monarch Castle martial artists didn’t stand still either.

“Block them! Block those guys at all costs!”

The advantage of the war situation was clearly tilting. If they just endured, the Black Monarch Castle would win.

Clang! Bang! Thud!

Various loud noises echoed across the battlefield. The top executives, led by Sara, drove the Holy Monk into a corner.

No matter how skilled the Holy Monk was, he couldn’t block three martial artists alone.

“Keuaaaaack!”

Black Origin grabbed the Holy Monk by slamming his shoulder into him. He shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Now is the time! Sword Commander!”

The Holy Monk expressionlessly continued to strike down with his elbow. It felt like his spine would shatter.

“Uryaaaaat!”

Black Origin gritted his teeth. He recalled a long time ago. A worthless orphan, Black Monarch who took him in.

Black Origin was satisfied. He knew his own life’s worth best.

‘If I can only take the Holy Monk’s life!’

I will gladly offer this one body!

Whoosh-

A quiet wind sound was heard. Sara was already behind the Holy Monk.

She respected Black Origin’s method. So, she didn’t hesitate at all.

The Holy Monk glanced back. His expression was still calm.

‘It’s too late. Amitabha······.’

Slice-

The Holy Monk’s head flew into the sky.