episode_0014

Everyone has a plan. Until they get punched in the face.

Even Ahcheong had a plausible plan.

Ahcheong drank poisoned alcohol.

The blame for this crime was on those who threatened Jumsoyi with poison for unknown reasons.

Next, there was a problem with customer service and mismanagement of employees.

But Ahcheong didn’t blame the inn.

Because he was planning to blame it tomorrow.

After staying for a day, having a light breakfast, he would order a table full of alcohol and food.

And then, he would enjoy a free banquet under the pretext of compensation and leave.

There were reasons why Ahcheong planned this wicked conspiracy.

First, the innkeeper was annoying for not offering anything for free despite apologizing.

Second, demanding freebies now might lead to sabotage in the food when ordering breakfast the next day.

He didn’t want to eat food with spit in it.

So, pretending to be asleep after claiming the food was ruined, he went to bed, but suddenly.

What’s going on on such a good night?

The sound of glasses clinking woke him up.

What’s with the noise.

Ahcheong closed his eyes again.

But once you notice, human sadness is to focus on it.

Clang clang, fun games.

Thump thump, running together.

Thud, Ahcheong’s patience snapped.

Since his martial arts training, his patience had weakened in two hours compared to the bursting noodle dough.

Ahcheong drew his sword and rushed out.

“You bastards! Let me sleep! Sleep! You! Mother! F*ckers!”

Before Ahcheong’s outburst ended, guilt rushed in.

Ahcheong’s waist twisted like a bow.

The blade grazed his chest.

Ahcheong straightened his waist. With the recoil, he extended his left fist. It struck under the attacker’s armpit.

Crack. The sensation of bones breaking.

Oof, gasping for breath. Waist bending.

At that moment, the moonlight sword fell vertically.

The blade sliced through the forehead, passed the bridge of the nose, and pierced the chin.

Brother! An angry shout. A straight sword strike. Ahcheong grabbed the corpse by the neck and pulled. The blade protruded from the corpse’s throat. Ahcheong pushed it, crushing the dead against the living.

Ahcheong drew the moonlight sword (No. 6) from the firewood. Something trickled between the split head. Red was blood, gray was brain matter. The two mixed into a crimson hue.

The man underneath screamed.

Too loud.

Ahcheong stepped on the corpse’s waist and pushed the sword into the spine.

Two bodies, twice the thickness, twice the taste.

After a few hits, the screams stopped.

Like a bunch of spineless bastards.

Ahcheong cleaned the sword with his mouth.

“What the hell is going on here.”

The inn that seemed a bit out of place in the central region was stacked in an ‘ㅁ’ shape, with the outside facing the rooms, the corridor and railing inside, and a skylight in the middle.

A structure where three sides are visible from the corridor.

And under the moonlit night, chaos reigned in all directions.

It was truly a struggle of man against man.

What is this?

Could it be some strange culture in the second year of the central region?

Suddenly, he remembered that only bad people seemed to gather in the inn.

Perhaps there was a culture of bad people catching and killing each other.

Then.

– Myung-ah!

The boiling voice made Acheong’s head snap around.

In the form of a person surrounded by children on the first floor, Acheong rushed down the corridor and leaped down.

Acheong landed in front of the kidnapper using both feet, one knee, and one hand. It was a heroic entrance.

The moonlight sword fell perfectly into Acheong’s right hand, held straight horizontally.

Under the moonlight, Acheong slowly got up.

“Hoo….”

Acheong gritted his teeth against the pain in his knee and palm.

It seemed like the suffering of a hero.

In fact, it was a messy landing that did not disperse the shock at all.

But that didn’t mean it was ineffective.

A progressive coolness that had crossed centuries!

The kidnapper hesitated and took a step back.

He was pushed back by the momentum.

Although the opponent’s level was unknown, the move just now seemed very effective.

“Let go of the child and disappear. I won’t take your life.”

Acheong spat out the sword. The blood on the blade glistened in the moonlight. It was a powerless protest.

Even Acheong couldn’t just attack the kidnapper who had the child in his arms.

The kidnapper, who was cautious, suddenly threw the child.

Acheong, surprised, leaped to catch the child.

Luckily, he caught the child.

But in return, his arm burned fiercely.

A single blade stuck in the scabbard. Only the handle stuck out.

“I did it!”

A triumphant shout. Acheong’s head snapped around.

He locked eyes with the child who threw the blade.

The kid turned his back.

Meanwhile, he shouted.

“Kill him! He’s been poisoned by the Seven-Blade Sect, he won’t last long!”

Damn bastard. Did he not see me drinking the poison alone?

The gleam in Acheong’s eyes faded.

I will kill that bastard. I will kill him thoroughly.

But before that, there were others who wanted to interfere.

The thugs who gained courage from the Seven-Blade Sect and rushed towards him.

Acheong inserted a dagger into his side and threw the sword. While one thug hesitated to block the sword, Acheong’s hand took the form of Yeolrae’s hand.

Clang! The sound of metal hitting. A nearby head exploded. Debris flying in all directions. Pieces of skull stuck to the flesh, broken bone fragments, brain matter, and eyeballs with tails attached.

A surge of energy shot out from the left. A child on that side.

Acheong lowered his body and spun two and a half times. The enemy’s ankle was caught by the accelerating tip of his foot. The enemy’s legs flew off. The enemy flew in a straight line due to the momentum of the charge.

Acheong stepped on the enemy’s neck and leaped away.

The spear blade flew towards his thigh.

He caught the spear. As he tried to pull it, a swishing sound, the sound of air being cut. A huge figure charged.

Acheong lay down holding the child.

The enemy’s sword pointed towards the ground. Acheong rolled to the side. The sound of the weapon hitting the ground followed Acheong.

The dagger stuck in his arm tore at the wound.

The pain was so intense that he couldn’t even scream.

The world spun and his arm hurt. It hurt so much. It hurt. It hurt.

One ankle was caught in his hand. He clenched his fist.

The ankle twisted in his grip. Bones cracked, skin tore, and flesh protruded, tickling his palm.

A strange heat surged around his wrist.

The pain lessened a bit.

Acheong kicked the owner of the twisted ankle.

The man who was smashing the ground tumbled with the flying foot.

Acheong bounced his waist. He stood up quickly with a fierce gesture. The energy surged violently.

Clang! A vicious blow from Yeolrae’s divine power was unleashed.

The headless body poured towards Acheong.

Acheong slid the child back onto his side and naturally took the sword from the headless corpse.

Welcome back, Moonlight Sword!

Acheong grabbed the Moonlight Sword (No. 7).

And then, the heat of battle spread throughout his body.

In that moment, Acheong lost himself.

A transcendent experience.

It felt peaceful and warm, lying down as if resting inside his own body being moved by someone else.

Acheong soon found the right words. Auto-hunting!

Acheong walked forward.

Spinning around joyfully like dancing, he advanced with a happy feeling, embodying the image of a charming woman.

A silver light traced his movements.

Sometimes, he would cut off the enemy’s wrist from a distance, screams filled the air, and the woman trembled.

Drawing a circle and swirling around, the doodles pierced the heart, split the ribs, and pierced the organs.

With a gentle touch, a stroke was drawn, connecting ear to ear, and like a lid, the head opened naturally.

With each step, blood flowed.

Life was lost, and the woman smiled.

Finally, in the center of the inn.

Under the dim moonlight, a young female swordsman stood alone.

It was only then that Acheong regained control of his body.

Weighed down by the warm blood.

He almost stumbled.

“What’s this, give me back my body. It was comfortable earlier!”

“Myung-ah!”

Yang Sowol, a reliable ally who always lent a hand in times of danger, emerged covered in blood.

He took the child, drew his sword, and stood guard by Acheong’s side.

And so, the battle ended.

Limbs and bodies lay scattered in the inn.

People clutching their wounds and groaning.

Some searched for their lost loved ones, while tired survivors glanced at Acheong.

“The feast is over. Everyone, go back.”

He said with a smile, but it was just a front.

As usual, Acheong’s good words were just that.

There was no strength left.

In fact, it was difficult to even straighten his trembling legs.

The power of martial arts is directly proportional to the depletion of strength.

The Moonlight Sword was a transcendent martial art.

And the two masters of the Yeolae School played a significant role.

Although my martial arts were originally like that, the Yeolae School’s highest level, the Yeolae Master, was not a technique for an ordinary martial artist to use.

The survivors still hesitated.

Acheong spoke again.

“To be honest, this isn’t a great situation for me either. But I can take two out of the three of you with me. A one-third chance. What do you say, worth a try?”

His words were decisive.

“We will retreat for now. Can we take care of the bodies?”

“Leave the dead alone and go.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

Some turned away sadly, some carried their comrades’ bodies, and some spoke of revenge.

“I am Choe Beon, the chief of Gangneung. You will have to pay for this blood someday.”

“So be it.”

That brat talks too much. If it were up to his temper, he would have wanted to settle things right then and there, but the situation was what it was.

Acheong had to hold his ground until all the enemies had escaped.