Chapter 286: Journey to Zhongnan (9)

A completely unexpected surprise attack.

Though called a surprise, the stronghold leader died in one strike.

Even the cruel hand movements made onlookers dizzy.

For a moment silence fell and the sound of pouring rain could be heard loudly, but it was soon broken by someone’s shout.

“Damn it! Young master!”

See that?

The first one they look for is the young master.

Qing’s head whipped around.

Her eyes looking at the young master were terribly fierce.

The man who shouted realized his mistake.

Originally when guarding someone, as soon as something happens, the first priority is to secretly hide and leave without being noticed, then eliminate the danger afterwards.

But no matter how much guarding they’ve done, they’re just Green Forest bandits.

Regardless of realm and experience, how would bandits who only know how to steal know how to protect?

“Wait! I am Gan Hokju, leader of the Black Wind Three節 Division-“

“I didn’t ask!”

Qing’s figure shot out straight again.

The blade of a hand axe caught on the waist of the Hell Demon-Slaying Sword tracing a long tail as it rushed in.

To block the fierce charge of the Hell Demon-Slaying Sword full of force, you need to at least surround it with force. Gan Hokju did so.

Bang! An incredibly huge boom echoed, louder than the usual sound of weapons clashing.

Qing shouted angrily:

“No, every dog and cow is using sword force!”

“Hey! Wait!”

“If you’re going to spout bullshit about resolving this through dialogue now!”

Qing stretched out her toe again. The sensation of shattering the hard bone in the shin with her toe is truly exhilarating.

But Gan Hokju had already seen it with his eyes.

He spread his legs wide unsightly and Qing’s toe barely grazed past.

But Qing doesn’t give up.

“It’s already!”

Qing raised her knee high and jumped up from that position. Her kneecap aimed at his chin. Gan Hokju used the Iron Plate Bridge technique, falling flat on his back to avoid the attack to his chin.

“Too late!”

At this, Qing straightened her knee and fully extended her leg.

It was an amazing sight of her right and left legs standing straight on the ground in a line. But only for a moment, as Qing’s foot that had soared high plunged down like a falling meteor.

Gan Hokju was terrified and dismounted, forgetting his dignity and desperately rolling his body.

Boom!!

Black demonic qi surged like waves on the ground, swirling around Qing before disappearing.

Second step of the Heavenly Demon Domination Walk.

Controlling the wind with each step taken.

One Step Fierce Wind.

“Kuhuk.”

Gan Hokju groaned lying down.

He barely avoided being trampled, but half his body was exposed to the Heaven-Shattering Demonic Qi transmitted through the ground.

But there’s no time to feel pain.

The reason humans have two feet is to alternately step forward and advance.

“You roll well!”

Qing roughly pulled up her knee.

Though it looks silly at a glance, he learned with his body that the aftermath is absolutely not silly.

Again, bang.

Gan Hokju who rolled well again hurriedly got up.

“Wait! Stop! The young master is-!”

“I said I’m not curious!”

Qing just decided not to listen at all.

She’s going to kill him anyway, so what does it matter whose young master he is?

And so what if I know?

Is anyone’s daughter not precious?

It’s not like she’ll have a princess’s influence anyway, right?

Sword force swirled from Qing’s big sword.

The continuous sword strikes flowing through hitting, swinging, stabbing and twisting movements seemed clumsy when blocked and felt, but it was a strange sword technique that didn’t give any openings for counterattacks.

“Wow, what’s this. Mister, you fight well. Why on earth are you doing something like banditry? Ah. Is it that kind of thing? Were you born a son of a bitch so you can’t endure without doing shitty things?”

“Damn it, what are you doing! Not escorting the young master!”

“Fuck off!”

Qing’s swollen right hand stretched out smoothly, then deng! The air palm of the Transcendent Buddha’s Palm buried into the young master’s calf.

Blood sprayed as the back of his shinbone was exposed white.

“Aak!”

The young master collapsed to the ground, and now some bandits rushed to escort him while others charged at Qing.

Ah. Right. What about Miss Seol?

Qing hurriedly looked for Seol Iri’s figure, and caught sight of silver hair rushing out without looking back.

Wow. She’s running away without even looking back.

No. That’s better actually.

If she lingered trying to help and got caught she’d just be a burden. Even if not, it would be pitiful if she got cut by a sword in the melee.

Eurap! Qing shouted a battle cry and roughly threw the big sword with both hands.

The big sword flew with a vicious spin.

It dug into the shoulder of a bandit supporting the young master and stopped caught on his spine in the center of his back.

Thanks to this the corpse that was a bandit tumbled down, and the young master attached to his side tumbled down too.

Then a fierce wind from behind.

With the Awakening Divine Arts, Qing can grasp about two chi around her body without even looking.

Qing twisted her body to avoid the attack from behind, then firmly grabbed the wrist of the cowardly sneak attacker and twisted, snapping it lightly like a dry twig.

Aak, the scream of a new weapon.

Qing grabbed the sneak attacker’s neck and waistband and swung him around, making the bandits hesitate to swing their weapons.

At this, Qing threw the sneak attacker, and the muscular weapon crashed into bandits with a crash.

And finally the Moonlight Sword!

Qing wielding one sword and weaving through the bandits was truly like a fish in water.

One swing of the sword and necks are severed, arms and legs severed, if they don’t get cut in one hit you should ask if the sword force is lacking.

After enjoying that for a bit, she sees thieves quietly trying to grab the young master and escape from a corner.

Deng! With one hit of the Buddha’s Palm, the thief tumbles spewing blood from his mouth, and the young master rolls on the ground again next to the fallen guy.

He screams at the top of his lungs, aaak, as his leg with exposed shinbone and tattered flesh must have hit something.

“Wait! Stop! That person is the Chief Channel Lord’s-“

“Aish. Too much information! I said I’m not curious!”

While saying this, she had to block Gan Hokju’s vicious plot to reveal the young master’s identity at every opportunity, so Qing was too busy, not enough even with three bodies.

Of course, with three bodies the fun would be reduced to one-third, so she doesn’t want that.

Gan Hokju was going crazy.

He should have left long ago.

But being tempted by word that two stunning beauties were coming, staying at the stronghold was the root of the problem.

It was raining and he was thinking of women, just thinking of them, nothing more.

He couldn’t help it when his cock was hard.

But where did such a master come from, and though they’re clearly both Transcendent Realm, what is this difference?

The answer is the inherent strength of the person.

If they can use the same sword force, the faster, stronger and more accurate person will inevitably be superior.

In that sense, Qing can already be called the strongest among Transcendent Realm.

Overwhelming strength is accompanied by light, no, overwhelming speed.

The strange formula spread in Qing’s homeland that being strong lowers agility and accuracy doesn’t apply.

Gan Hokju grit his teeth.

Originally a bandit’s virtue is not hesitating to run away when things don’t work out, but in Gan Hokju’s case there was no way out.

He’d die if he died here, and if he couldn’t protect the young master he’d die too, rather the latter would involve enduring long suffering after horrible torture begging to be killed.

“Damn it! Kill her! All attack together! Do you want to die by my hand!”

Gan Hokju shouted and charged with deep blue sword force. At this, the bandits all rushed at Qing at once.

Blue blades of big swords and hand axes pouring in from all directions.

Qing’s eyes flashed, then she rather took one step forward, then two steps, hunching her body and pulling her sword close.

Puk! Pak! Pak! Sparks seemed to fly in her head from the intense pain like being burned on her back, shoulders, sides and more.

But she endured!

Qing’s muscles and bones were too tough and hard to be damaged by such crude attacks, and above all she had the protective force trained at the Divine Maiden Sect looking like an exhibitionist pervert mental patient.

So her sword extends.

In a straight line from Qing’s hand, piercing Gan Hokju’s heart and out the other side.

“Kuhuk.”

Qing’s lips curved in a sadistic arc.

The blade of the Moonlight Sword (No. 8) rotated half a turn, then half a turn in the opposite direction.

Kuluk, bright red fresh blood flowed from Gan Hokju’s mouth. A very pained expression.

Seeing Gan Hokju’s face dying in agony, Qing’s heart bloomed as freshly as spring canola flowers.

But, hmm. This is strange.

It’s clearly enjoyable, but not that much.

Originally when cutting bone and flesh and seeing blood like this, there should be some thirst rising from deep inside.

So I should act more cruelly.

This time I’m just a bit happy?

Of course, I am happy.

Well. I guess it’s fine if I’m happy.

Food just needs to taste good, and slaughter just needs to be fun.

At this time, in Qing’s dantian, the Daoist and Buddhist true qi clapped their hands together making noise, and gathered together to lift up the Blissful True Qi and spin around with loud cheers.

The lonely star of the Heavenly Slaughter looked down at that sight and smiled with a very benevolent smile.

And the Heaven-Shattering Demonic Qi was laughing too.

The Blissful True Qi that had been floating in the air being coddled by the true qi family suddenly flew down and properly smacked the chuckling Heaven-Shattering Demonic Qi.

Seol Iri turned her back on Qing as soon as the fight properly broke out.

However, this wasn’t an act of escape or flight, or what’s tactically called a reverse charge.

She was just very faithfully following the basics of military strategy to find advantageous terrain.

Ice arts are poorly evaluated in various ways.

First, they don’t exert power when it’s hot.

But when it’s cold, they also don’t exert power.

Because when it’s cold, everyone prepares for the cold.

They’re fully armed with fur-lined underwear, thin clothes on top, and padded clothes on top of that.

Ice art users unanimously say they’re more powerful in summer than winter.

At least in summer they can strike cold directly on skin or thin clothes.

Rather, they’re less powerful in cold winter.

However, there was a time when ice art users could go crazy, namely when it rains.

More precisely, when the enemy is soaking wet.

In winter, even when it rains clothes are thick so it’s rare to get soaked to the inside.

But ice arts unleashed in summer downpours are vicious martial arts that freeze on contact, starting with at least frostbite, finally barely exerting their power.

So the bandits chased after the beauty they thought was running away, but when that beauty took position outside on the roof and spun around, and then saw two ice dragons coiling around her arms with a crackling sound of ice grinding,

Ah. Isn’t this a bit too much.

But whether it’s too much or not, Seol Iri who had turned around now properly charges at the enemy.

As the distance rapidly closes, a bandit hurriedly swings his axe, but it doesn’t reach Seol Iri who stopped outside the axe blade’s range.

Instead she fully extends her right arm, and the right ice dragon coiling around opens its jaws and chomp!

“Aak!!! Huh?”

The bandit who was screaming bloody murder made a dumbfounded sound.

He clearly felt like he was bitten?

There’s no pain, just a strange contradictory sensation of coolness and burning heat left on his forearm.

But only for a moment, as Seol Iri’s hand blade strikes that forearm. The Ice Palace’s Ice Breaking Palm.

Since half the forearm was already frozen solid, it shattered into pieces with bright red ice shards flying everywhere, exposing the white bone.

“Aak!!! Urk.”

This time the bandit properly screamed.

But it didn’t continue for long, because you can’t scream when a blade is stuck in your mouth.

A transparent long thin sword pierced through the back of the bandit’s neck and poked out, then returned.

A thin ice blade about one finger joint thick had sprouted from somewhere and was now firmly gripped in Seol Iri’s hand.

The right ice dragon that reappeared with a crackling sound naturally coiled around the sword blade.

It was the Northern Sea’s divine art, the Snow White Divine Palm. And the Ice Spirit Divine Sword.