Chapter 361

But then Yeon Pa couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

“When on earth did she master that?”

How could a mere girl, just by casually glancing at a secret manual, immediately grasp it? Ah, no doubt, she’s the type who can even learn the Nengpa Mibo technique in no time.

It seems she really is a genius after all.

However, just as the admiration faded, an official barreled forward, matching shoulders with her.

A murderous glint flickered in Yeon Pa’s eyes.

“How dare you! The Royal Vehicle where Lord Wang Ya resides!”

The “Royal Vehicle” refers to the carriage of the king. Though it looked shabby for a royal coach, essentially just a sturdy military cart, anything carrying a noble is invaluable!

Yeon Pa extended her three swords.

Even though this sword was as thin as a finger, its length was imposing. It looked like it would snap at the slightest impact, but when combined with the Wheel of Law, it transformed into the world’s most formidable demonic sword, no, a whirling saw of pure Qi!

The elite warrior, who had raised the blade infused with Qi, got his heart shattered and breath cut short by that spinning blade.

You might say it’s too pathetic for a Supreme Martial Artist to die like that, but when has any martial artist fought against a speeding carriage?

In that regard, the Golden Guards were making their mark in martial history, but like all new endeavors in humanity, it felt awkward at first.

The flow of martial arts moves in a straight line. The martial art spreads in the direction of the body, so this is a given, no need for elaboration.

But a speeding carriage?

Hitting from behind isn’t going to do much, and to break the wheels or attack the driver, one has to shoulder up and extend their weapon to the side of the carriage.

Besides, the downhill cart was out of control.

One couldn’t just run half-heartedly or they’d never catch up.

To even attempt an attack, one has to dash and use all their might to keep pace for even a sword swipe.

“Die!”

One warrior shouted from Qing’s left.

As Qing darted a step to the right, the sword with its blade harnessed with Qi cleanly sliced through just the horse shaft.

Missed! If you miss, you should hit!

Clang! The Buddha’s Physical Body exploded against the thigh.

The warrior, whose leg had twisted awfully, landed face-first into the ground, managing to stand on his hands for just a moment before crashing down onto his back.

Another warrior jumped over him, getting closer to Qing.

But suddenly, a thin sword sprung up and jabbed into his shoulder.

Thud! Thud! The warrior was violently thrown and spun, landing head over heels.

It was Yeon Pa’s whirling saw blade.

At the same time, a scream erupted from the right.

A warrior with a pigeon helmet clung close to the cart wheel, raised his sword high.

A shining blade, wielded by someone who knew how to channel Qi.

Perhaps that’s why he ignored the axe wildly slicing at his own head and swung his right hand down—

Whoosh! The blade sliced through the air.

As he dashed with light steps, realizing there was no angle to slice the left cart wheel.

What? Is a supposed Supreme Martial Artist unable to do that?

Don’t the Golden Guards seem a bit out of sorts?

Yet, the freedom that Qing carried was the king of out of sorts.

So, somehow, she had to escape them.

Meanwhile, a few warriors, maintaining their distance, dashed ahead of the cart.

From a far distance, they suddenly halted and turned, while Qing jumped back onto the coachman’s seat.

The horse’s chest strap was a strap across the chest, a reasonable length since the strap had to connect right at the head of either cattle or horse.

The cart was tilting forward once the cargo animal slipped off its axis.

Boom! The cart’s stabilizing support began screeching along the ground.

Qing, holding the Moonlight Great Sword with both hands, twisted her waist, pulled back hard, and with a sudden release, swung with all her might.

The attempt to block ahead was good, but the result sent a head flying up and over the bushes.

“Die!”

Another warrior charged from the left.

Qing stomped down hard.

With that force, the front of the cart bounced up, and the sharply cut horse shaft roughly dug into the warrior’s abdomen.

“Aaaah!”

The warrior, pierced by the horse shaft, was instantaneously shoved back against the coachman’s seat.

“How dare you sneak a ride! Execution!”

Qing’s judgment fell upon the warrior.

Considering the crime, it was a harsh sentence.

But as the Grand Prince, the illustrious Princess Yeonsul played her role as a escape route, it might be considered a natural verdict.

Just then, as Qing attempted to grab the chest strap, her view suddenly opened up.

The downhill path curved over a hill, revealing the opposing mountainside clearly.

The height was uncertain, but it was a cliff—a cliff!

Until now, the straight path had felt odd; it’s normal for mountain roads to wind.

And if she released the chest strap, she’d lose control of the rented carriage.

“Lady, seriously!”

Qing jumped and dashed ahead of the cart.

“You!”

Perhaps dissatisfied with the verdict, Gyeodu had caught up and shouted.

But it wasn’t just a shout.

BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!

Three thundering thumps rumbled through the ground.

With a terrifying speed, he shot into the sky, suddenly soaring as if a trampoline had sprung beneath his feet.

Gyeodu’s elbow pulled back to his waist before extending upward.

Looking like he should shout an apology, he flew through the air like an arrow.

Suddenly, a flaming dragon appeared, wrapping around his arm.

What the heck is that! Why does it look so cool? It can’t be a long flame, right? It’s definitely a fire dragon, a fire dragon!

But Qing had also sealed a white dragon within her own arm.

In a rush, she brandished the Moonlight Sword with her left hand, and from her right shoulder cascaded ice shards as the icy-eyed white dragon coiled around her hand.

Qing held steady and thrust forward.

The battle of the fire dragon versus the ice dragon!

Indeed, the clash of epic proportions straight out of a fairytale!

Yet, as Gyeodu clenched his teeth, his gaze radiated determination to end this clash once and for all.

Despite Qing being invisible.

And at that moment of collision—

Qing kicked off the ground, flashing to the left to evade the blow.

Was I crazy to take that head-on?

The enemies were numerous, but Qing had only one life.

Like a lowly underling on the other side of the screen.

So, if the enemy only scratches Qing, it’s a win for them, while for Qing, it’s a loss.

A truth she’d always kept in mind while enjoying her hobbies back home.

Gyeodu’s all-out strike vanished into thin air.

Qing had simply posed grandly as if to accept it but dodged swiftly instead.

It could have been a grand showdown, but since Qing was already equipped with a grand build, she didn’t want to be any more grandiose.

However, since she had already summoned the ice dragon, Qing brought her palm down onto Gyeodu’s back.

Yet, due to Gyeodu’s incredible speed, it wasn’t the back she desired to hit, but rather, she slammed down hard on his rear end!!

That burning human arrow, truly a human fire arrow! No, a fire-laden leader? Am I going to become the fire hand!?

The man struck on the backside, bruised, fell down, skidding beneath the cargo cart.

And with that, the winding road was right in front.

Qing urgently stretched out her arms, landing her feet firmly on the ground.

Thud, she slammed her back against the coachman’s seat, gritting her teeth as the cart’s speed slowed.

The soles of her shoes burned hot, and in one moment of release, a rough scream burst from Qing’s mouth.

“My foot!”

However, based on the law that if it truly hurts, a scream wouldn’t come out, Qing’s scream indicated she could still bear it.

A person’s skin is naturally tough, and Qing’s skin, transcending humanity, is tougher still.

As the cart slowed, the warriors closed in rapidly.

“The wheels!”

Yeon Pa shouted.

Simultaneously, blades glimmered left and right beside the wheel axis.

With gritted teeth, Qing dashed forth again, almost leaping forward as the cart suddenly accelerated, thundering and bouncing, sparking in the process.

And then, back to the turning segment!

Once more sliding sideways, Qing’s face stiffened at the sight of what lay ahead.

A steep mountain path leading down, shaped like a giant bow, the road descending right into the depths of hell.

I’m gonna spin, for real.

I can’t go crazy, so somehow I have to turn.

Qing frowned deeply and clutched the entire horse shaft tight.

Adding more acceleration couldn’t let her withstand that rapid spin.

Even Qing, if she tried to attempt a 180-degree turn at full speed, would just bounce out and fly into the sky.

“Grab him! Grab him and kill him!”

The angry shouts followed closely behind.

With every step taken, the sole of her lost shoe slapped against her instep.

Her tightly laced shoes wouldn’t budge an inch.

With every jump, her bare soles felt like they were tearing against the ground, as if being whipped as well.

Qing gritted her teeth for the first turn!

The cart twisted, pulling the chest strap, and Qing was almost thrust forward, biting down hard.

Suddenly, snap, a crack echoed through her ribs, and she gasped.

Qing’s eyes rolled back to the ceiling.

The cart then rolled over her as she lost consciousness.

The edge of the footrest thumped against her knees, and the flat edge jabbed painfully into her back.

“Aaaah!”

It felt like her spine was folding in two, her eyes were wide in panic, struggling to find their focus again.

What’s this? Did I just black out?

Huh, wait, oxygen, I can’t breathe!

Forget the carriage; Qing helplessly perched on the coachman’s seat, gasping for air.

The front support of the cart dragged across the road, scraping along, until it finally snapped under the weight.

The collapsing cart sent Qing flying out in a rebound.

Tears welled up, her vision blurring as she struggled to focus, revealing what lay ahead.

The rented carriage should gracefully descend the winding hillside, but the masters could just take a leap down in a line.

Can I break through that?

If I can?

Is my body capable of taking another turn on that hilly path?

Qing glanced to the left, down the slope.

Then she let out a fierce scream.

“Hold on tight! We’re falling!”

Qing suddenly jerked the direction sharply on the slope.

The carriage would face an impasse riding down in a bow shape.

So what’s left? A straight line! A straight line!

As the cart approached the near-vertical slope, Qing yanked the chest strap free and leaped onto the rented carriage.

At that moment, Yeon Pa looked on in shock.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

“It’s too late, anyway! Where’s Jayu?!”

“Here, here!”

Qing hooked her arms around the horizontal beam of the wagon, pulling Yeon Pa and Jayu close for a tight embrace.

The cart shook violently, an absolutely horrible ride.

The overwhelming acceleration crashed against them.

Boom! Impact with the ground, and now—

Is this what they call weightlessness?

Qing’s body rose up, caught on the beam.

The two she clung to floated as well.

Reaching out blindly, one hand gripped a loose cargo next to them, pulling it into the space between the sky and the three of them.

Immediately afterward, bam!!!

The cargo’s ribs broke one by one.

“Aah!” “Eek!” “Cough!”

Cries echoed as Qing, Yeon Pa, and Jayu screamed.

Just as they barely had the chance to check if everyone was okay, the weightlessness returned, lifting their bodies skyward once again.

“Aaaahhh…!”

One soldier was flung into the air, leaving a trail of screams behind him.

Soaring, boom! Flung again, boom! And again, boom!

Qing, hugging both of them, was being blasted towards the heavens, absorbing their combined weight with her body each time the cart fell.

It sure was a good thing they had that cargo cushion; if not, they would’ve fainted long ago.

In other words, the pain was just shy of reaching the fainting point!

Qing gritted her teeth—if she weren’t a superhuman, her teeth would have surely shattered by now.

And at last, the cart launched again—

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The warriors stared blankly at the cart.

The term “to carve a path in a bow shape” meant that it was originally a slope no human would dare conquer.

But to blast forward in a straight line, no, you wouldn’t usually see such a sight.

You’d say it’s falling or on the verge of a fall.

Thus, the warriors halted, watching the unbelievable flight of the cart—something rarely witnessed in a lifetime.

If Gyeodu had been present, he would have issued orders to chase them right away, but having just slammed to the ground, he still hadn’t collected himself.

Once recovered, he would realize his backside was significantly swollen.

“Man, that’s incredibly sturdy…”

Suddenly one warrior mumbled, and the others nodded in agreement, recognizing a hard truth.

Since they were from the Golden Guard, the North’s troops could take pride in their strength.

This ancient general should have witnessed how unnecessary it was to construct a cart from pricey materials.

It’s far better to build one and use it for decades, as it turns out.

So finally, the incredibly dense cart began to shatter spectacularly in the last moments of its flight down below.

The components separated as if all joints had come apart, distinctly breaking rather than cracking.

That “Ji-Dan” refers to ironwood, meaning it was sturdier than any iron made by mediocre craftsmen.

Amidst the broken cart, scattered materials, and passengers took flight.

And then it came crashing down.

Only then did the Golden Guard troops grasp the consequences of their mischief.

Enormous splashes of water surged forth, as a stout river prepared to catch the unfortunate fallers.

In the center of the Namnyung Mountain Range, flowing north from the northern foothills—the Musu River.

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