Chapter 118

Suffering from a sudden surge of anger, Qing’s expression turned fierce.

It was because there wasn’t a single decent person among those brats who blow their flutes in front of people.

Especially with the memories of Jin Jangmyung still scarred deep in her chest.

Soon enough, fishermen burst out of the fabric-covered fishery, each holding their weapons.

Qing drew her sword with a chill in her eyes.

But, wow, there were quite a few of them.

It looked like an army pouring out of a beehive, making it impossible to tell whether it was a fishery or a soldiers’ barracks.

“Whoa, that’s a lot, huh?”

This wasn’t just panic talking.

Her expression was oddly bright despite the situation.

Taking a rough glance, they all seemed like the same level of mediocre fighters.

For someone as strong as Qing, this was just an opportunity to dance with a blade without burden.

“Ah! Jiyu! Take care of your friend.”

Even in the midst of it all, Qing looked out for her weak friend.

As we talked yesterday, Tang Nan-ah was also a true martial artist who knew the real joy of being a hero.

If she had to classify her, she’d fit into a category of ‘Jilak’.

She didn’t want to miss the chance to play just because she was looking out for her frail companion.

Thinking about it, Tang Nan-ah’s description rang true without a doubt.

What incredible insight, truly a healer’s perspective!

Jiyu tried to argue, but Old Dog quickly grabbed the Prince and tucked him under his waist like a luggage.

“No way, Gu.”

“You’re still looking out for the Young Master even in this chaos, Miss. Please take care of yourself!”

With gratitude shining in his eyes, Old Dog swiftly retreated with the agility of a master in the realm of transformation.

Nothing else to worry about now, Qing immediately stepped forward, preparing to face the enemies one step at a time.

That was when it happened.

The leading enemies all threw something at once, and various bags soared over the fence in succession.

Fires ignited in the yellow bags, and as their contents mixed, thick yellow smoke billowed up, forming clouds.

Carried by the wind from the riverbank, the clouds rushed in.

“Wait! Hey! Poison! Poison! Poison!”

Right behind, Tang Nan-ah clutched Qing’s wrist, flustered.

With a smile, Qing responded.

“It’s okay.”

From the soles of Qing’s feet, the dark force of the heavenly demon surged out.

With a light step, boom!

The ground trembled as the air itself shook in response.

In a wedge shape centered around Qing, bam!

The earth flipped, soil and dry grass erupted all at once.

The poisonous clouds were torn left and right as if parting for something.

First step of the heavenly demon, transformation of the earth.

As the heavenly demon led the charge, the very ground showed reverence, rising to protect them.

It was a legendary technique said to be so powerful it could bend thousands of arrows with its ten-meter height.

Qing, who couldn’t even manipulate qi, was only mimicking what she remembered, but even that was enough to clear a fog on the ground.

“What the heck?”

“Awesome! Qing Ah!”

One fisherman rushed in, stunned to find only clear air around Qing.

No matter how astonishing the skill, you can’t lose focus in battle.

As Qing dashed past, she grabbed the fisherman by the hair, using her overwhelming strength to haul him out.

With her Moon Lady’s Step combined with the heavenly demon’s grace, Qing advanced swiftly, her inner strength pouring out.

But there was no better use for Pachen Magi.

Charging forward without hesitation, the earth turned over with each step, while the ground itself seethed, pushing the poisonous fog aside.

“Whoa? Where are you going? Why?!”

“Nana! Focus! Don’t stray!”

“Y-yes! Sister!”

Tang Nan-ah snapped to attention and began switching things in and out of her pockets, each finger slipping a sharp needle in as she followed behind.

Finally, a straight path through the fog of poison opened up to the shabby fence at waist height.

The fishermen were so surprised by this sudden opening that they stumbled with their weapons.

In that moment, Qing dove in, swinging her left hand with excitement.

The fisherman she grabbed spun wildly, and his foot struck another fisherman right in the eye.

It was a clash of toes against sockets, and both sides lost.

The fisherman’s head got smashed, and the one she caught had his toes smashed to bits.

He was just wearing a straw sandal made of hay.

If he had been in safety boots, only the fisherman’s head would have broken while the toe of the other remained uninjured.

Qing, reaffirming the importance of safety boots, swung the makeshift weapon again and again.

With each strike against the enemies, screams doubled.

Even if she missed, there was at least one scream, so her fabulous weapon didn’t fail to keep her ears entertained.

However, it didn’t last too long.

Splat! With a heavenly sensation of delight, her swinging left hand lost its weight and swung through empty air.

The human prop she had taken the liberty of wielding flew off somewhere, leaving just the scalp stuck in her grip, blood dripping.

“Geez.”

Qing tossed the natural hair wig aside.

Wielding it by the hair just wasn’t economical.

As she smacked her lips in disappointment—

“This witch!”

A violet swordsman charged at her, the blade glowing menacingly.

But, given their level, their skills were only somewhere between novice and intermediate.

Surprisingly, Qing was a swordsman!

Having mastered unparalleled swordsmanship, honed through dueling with Seomun Sulin, and witnessed the sword techniques of the Great Master Mucheondae, her vision was already that of a genius.

Catching the weak flourish hidden within the blade, Qing’s Moonlight Sword shot straight toward the enemy’s heart.

If Seomun Sulin had seen it, they would have applauded it as a perfect, flawless move.

However, her opponent was also a peak master and wouldn’t go down easily; twisting their body just barely avoided a fatal blow, only to be pierced through the ribs.

Then came a scream that shattered glass.

“No! GAGA!”

“Junior Sister! This witch! Hurry!”

Screaming, the peak fisherman tightly grabbed the flimsy blade of the Moonlight Sword with both hands.

Qing tried to pull her sword free, but their arms gripped her hands like a vice, causing her body to shake.

Resignation washed over her, as if they wished to die together.

Qing frowned.

If she let go, she’d be freeing a peak master, and she didn’t want that.

Plus, it somehow felt like losing.

Raising her right arm high, she seized the principle that people ground themselves to be strong; when lifted, they could resist no longer.

The peak master fisherman was lifted with the sword still lodged in him.

At that moment, Qing noticed a fragile fisherman rushing back, eyes widening in shock.

“Let go of GAGA!”

Qing replied, “Your name!”

With all her might, Qing slammed her right arm straight down.

The man, pierced by her sword, stood on his two feet.

According to the law of inertia, Qing’s blade slid out from between his legs.

The true form of the peak master now lay sprawled on the ground.

As his head drooped, it seemed as if he wasn’t human anymore, just an entry in the records.

“GAGA! GAGA!”

The woman shook her man’s corpse in front of her enemy.

Thanks to that, his neatly gathered hands morphed into a jumbled mess, teetering on the brink of catastrophe.

Were they lovers?

Together, they tallied over six hundred wicked deeds.

Rather than being bound by marriage, it seemed more beneficial to stab each other and head happily into the afterlife.

What Qing despised most in the world was racial discrimination, and second was anything Asian, third was black people, then came the European imperialists, and finally, the extreme melodrama.

Out of her five least favorite things, she had already satisfied two, so the verdict was naturally death.

At that moment, Qing was ready to relish the firm satisfying impact of the Master of Dark Demon Arts once again.

“Disciple! You! I’ll tear you apart!”

A middle-aged fisherman, clearly tense, sprung into the action.

“Oh, what now? A supreme master?”

Qing casually stepped aside.

Of course, she didn’t forget to talk back.

“Tearing me apart? That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? Let’s shorten it: ‘Tear-apart harsh.’ Young folks these days always talk like this, you see?”

“You!”

The middle-aged fisherman’s face flushed red.

“Moreover, how can you talk like that while your disciple’s already torn apart?”

“I’ll kill you!”

His sword glowed ominously.

Sword Aura. A unique flash for the supreme masters.

At that moment, Qing leaped into action.

She dashed, rolling off the ground twice, and seized the ankle of the kneeling disciples’ fisherman.

“Unnamed Junior Sister! Your disciple claims it’s shameful to charge at a peak master, so I’ll borrow your power!”

Qing spun her arms above her head.

The junior disciple fisherman twirled in sync with her.

“What… what are you doing?”

“Your junior sister weighs about eighty pounds and stands around five feet tall! Please save her!”

Qing hurled her spinning junior sister forward.

The supreme master, shocked, didn’t even dare strike back with their aura-charged sword, hastily retreating instead.

“Junior sister, please!”

Giving it her all, Qing powered up, sending the junior sister soaring like an arrow.

Qing sprinted right after her, sword at the ready.

The supreme master prioritized self-preservation over their junior sister.

Jumping into the air, the flying fisherman junior sister crashed hard into the ground, leaving a red mark.

Not missing a beat, Qing shouted and charged!

“I won’t let you go! You murderer! You killed her! How dare you claim to be a supreme master!”

Qing hurled insults along with her hand.

Deng—! The sound of a temple bell!

She imagined launching an assault, but the airborne supreme master had no way to evade Qing as she unleashed her strike.

Qing rushed toward the plunging supreme master.

“Sa-save me…”

Qing noticed the wicked deeds of the supreme master.

If their wicked deeds had been a measly two hundred points lower, she would’ve spared them.

What a shame.

“Your junior sister would have wanted to live, you know.”

Qing stomped down on the supreme master’s neck.

Her footprints sank deep into the earth, pressing the gruesome ground into the shape of her leather shoes.

It was a historic moment as the supreme master’s head severed from their body, but instantly in Qing’s hands, just the scalp remained, dripping blood.

Qing hoisted the head of the supreme master.

“I’ve defeated their leader!”

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