Chapter 526

Suddenly, the intruders wore serious expressions like they were rivals in a deadly duel.

“Hey there, there’s no rule about butting into a life-and-death match over grievances.”

“A life-and-death match over grievances? You’ve got nine people against one woman, and you’re acting all high and mighty? Ha, what a joke.”

“That’s what the Cheonhwa-geom declared—”

“Hmph, so why don’t you grab another mid-level master to fill out your ten? No? You guys are fighting too, so why not bring two mid-level and one supreme martial artist? We can only take on that much, so we’re even.”

“That’s unreasonable!”

Then, Je-gal Lee-hyun steps forward.

“What do you mean unreasonable? Even if you nine win against one, we’ll still suffer consequences later. Wouldn’t it be beneficial for you too to tackle this together?”

“You speak of grievances. Is there even a reason to grab weapons? A plain spar would be just fine.”

Pang Dae-san jumps in.

Qing thought he was just another show-off acting all cool while frequently complaining about women’s involvement.

“Ahem. Then let’s find more people—”

At that moment, Tang Nan-ah’s eyes sparkled.

She suddenly looked fierce and ready to spring!

“—Match the numbers again, hmm?”

The warrior who was representing them looked down at his foot with a sharp sting.

A tiny needle was poking out, just the tip showing.

In an instant, his face went pale.

What? Didn’t that small lady just openly swing her hand just now? At a time like this!?

“An ambush! How cowardly!”

“Hmph! It’s like that for cowards, right?! Here, have an antidote! Now I can claim revenge status, right? Not gonna fight?”

“Poison, it’s poison!”

Tang Nan-ah’s secret technique training was her hobby, something she enjoyed doing. Confucius said, someone knowledgeable in a field can’t reach those who love it, and those who love it can’t surpass those who revel in it.

And the Tang family’s secret techniques are not just thrown around carelessly.

“Nan-ah?”

“Nine supreme martial artists? Just pathetic scumbags who think in sneaky ways; if we don’t kill them now, they’ll keep pestering us forever, won’t they?”

If you’re at the level of a supreme being in the Sicheon Tang Family, you don’t need to care about public opinion.

The Tang family wished their fighters would keep some awareness, but a villain doesn’t know such things.

For a typical warrior, accumulated notoriety would reflect their shame and that of their organization— in this case, shame for the Sicheon Tang Family, thinking they were causing trouble.

But a villain thinks the opposite.

Her family and followers should naturally stand up for her, so what if those insignificant weaklings are too cowardly to complain?

Can they handle the Tang family?

“Come at me! We still have plenty of time!”

Tang Nan-ah, with hidden daggers between her fingers, shouted loudly as if to show off.

If they back off or try to gather their inner strength to dispel the poison, she meant to launch an attack without hesitation.

“Damn it! Get the antidote!”

The enraged warriors charged.

Seven of them indeed went for it, all riled up against the one who got pricked, along with his buddies.

The other two? They cautiously backpedaled into the crowd, slipping away unnoticed.

Originally, the plan was for nine to face one, but now it had turned into a chaotic four against one.

Were they insane to step into a clear losing fight?

It’s you who’s poisoned, not me! You need the antidote, not I.

A supreme warrior usually had at least one representative in even the smallest cities and a few in larger ones.

In other words, even if nine banded together, they wouldn’t know each other well. They joined forces for revenge, but if that wasn’t going to work out, they’d obviously just scatter.

“Lady, protect Je-gal and Nan-ah!”

“Yes! Sister!”

Qing immediately equipped her sword with sword aura.

A presence matched up beside her.

Qing smiled; it’s definitely better to have someone than to go solo.

Normally, the military sword’s specifications were for a four-foot handle with a blade of three feet.

A miraculous radius sweeping across the space measuring up to seven feet, one could hardly compare with a two-foot sword.

“Move aside! That lady is going to ambush—”

“Cut the chatter! No excuses needed!”

“No, it’s not an excuse; you were the one who—”

“Die!”

Continuing to babble would only tarnish Nan-ah’s reputation.

So, Qing had to keep cutting off the conversation and launch her fierce attacks.

Moon Lady Sword Style Three, Moon Lady Emerges!

One day, startled by the sound of fighting, Moon Lady rushed out to see a young man battling a band of robbers.

The young man was badly hurt, bleeding, and Moon Lady rushed to halt the battle in fright.

Her realm was just a small hillside in the southern parts of Wang Nation, known as Namrin.

Additionally, Moon Lady’s life was merely swinging branches and playing like a monkey.

Thus, a grown child who still didn’t understand hatred jumped in, asking why so many were tormenting one, insisting they must all get along in a naive notion.

The bandits just snickered at this unexpected beauty jumping into the fray.

At least until they found themselves on the receiving end of a solid hit from a sturdy branch.

The Crescent Moon Sword danced nimbly, soaring through the air like a lightweight willow branch.

Sure, it weighed about twenty-five pounds, excluding the iron hammer on the opposite end, but the sheer heft of that chunk of metal being swung around had its own presence.

This was the first time Moon Lady had picked up a sword to protect someone other than herself; it was a true act of selflessness.

Huh? Was that so?

Suddenly, Qing glanced around.

It was different for Moon Lady, but Qing’s hands were already soaked in blood; not just her hands but her entire being seemed drenched as if she had jumped headlong into a bloodbath.

Secretly, Moon Lady hadn’t harmed the bandits yet, as she still didn’t grasp human hatred.

But what about Qing?

Was it even necessary to spare the bandits?

Why not just wipe them all out?

As she snapped out of her thoughts, the gaps in her Crescent Moon Sword stance became apparent.

“Die!”

An enemy with a cracked head took advantage of that opening and reached for her sword.

Qing’s clenched fist slackened; she shifted the weight from the lighter hammer to the heavier iron hammer.

The hammer plunged down, striking precisely on the enemy’s cheek.

The mandible bent, blood sprayed out of the nose, and although it didn’t burst her head, they surely fell at a much faster pace than they rushed in.

Splat! A face-first landing, and the enemies hesitated, turning their heads away.

Right in front of the audience, the vengeful Representative Ho floundered.

And thud! A dagger landed right in the midst of the hefty backside of the warrior who had fallen.

The crowd shifted their gaze towards Tang Nan-ah.

With a puff of air from her nose, she ducked behind Je-gal Lee-hyun’s huge frame.

Meanwhile, Pang Dae-san was busy keeping two supreme martial artists occupied.

A rumble echoed ominously, the kind of atmospheric howl that felt out of place in the clear autumn sky.

Hwonwon Biyeok Shin Gong.

In the beginning, there existed neither sky nor earth; there was only a chaotic mix of everything in one.

Hence, everything is one, the source.

Because it was a colossal fundamental realm, it became Taiyuan.

And because everything was mixed up, it became Hwonwon.

One day, Pang heard the roar of this mighty force that pierced through the unstable weather, cleaving the world in two.

Not a sound through the ears, but a sound felt through the body; the vicious sound of destruction may have been what existed before the beginning.

Thus, a dao emerged resembling thunder, and it is said the universe’s most daunting noise followed it.

Just after reaching the supreme martial state, the unstable blade danced atop the slender blade of the sword, creating an erratic wave.

Yet, he held his ground against both opponents, showcasing the true power of the sacred art.

The edges of the sword were swift, striking like lightning while simultaneous turns splintered and branched out like a thunderstorm.

Yet, Pang Dae-san was gritting his teeth, stumped that he couldn’t easily gain the upper hand while facing two martial artists of equivalent skill!

If he’d known this, he would have taken his sister Ryu’s advice to bring the Great Sword instead.

Every day, he kept shouting about wielding a heavy weapon, the method of a true man in battle, indeed the true strength of the Pang family, but she was no man—more like a beast than anything. She’d probably have crushed one and then used the other to pin down the rest.

Thinking back, Pang Dae-san had given up his Great Sword for this lighter blade because of those claims made every single day.

Then suddenly, a surge of anger swelled up!

Pang Choryeo’s younger sibling was rather aggressive; thank goodness she couldn’t have swung around a grown man.

In her younger years? That’d be a whole different story.

Always choking him and twisting his joints; that was more like a sibling bullying than anything.

Perhaps Pang Dae-san’s dislike for women began with her.

Without realizing, his strength intensified, causing the lightning mimicry of the sword to shoot up abruptly and veer off course, striking down like a flash.

With a sudden transition from light to heavy pace, the enemy hurriedly stomped back.

Bam! The blade sunk deep into the ground.

However, taking that moment, one enemy and then another came with their swords aimed; flames surged in Pang Dae-san’s eyes, and he reached out.

Boom!

The ancient techniques of a renowned family are terrifying because of their alignment.

Unified martial arts with shared visions erase weaknesses and augment power when used cooperatively.

Inner strength comes from Hwonwon Biyeok Shin Gong.

The moves of the legs are governed by Hwonwon Bo.

With the right hand wielding the biyeok sword backward, only the left hand remained.

So, what was left in the left hand?

The Hwonwon Biyeok Hand.

The enemy was surprised by the thunderous sound and tucked away their sword for defense.

Crack! A sound like breaking stone, and Pang Dae-san stumbled back two steps.

The challenger retreated, creating twin grooves in the ground, declaring the representation of the old gang to have won.

Screech!

A dagger plunged into Representative Ho’s side, the handle poking out.

That’s why Qing’s hometown always says, catch the ranged attacker first in multi-person fights.

Let alone when they’re a venomous wench.

“Cough, cough.”

Representative Ho sputtered, spitting wet coughs.

At that, Pang Dae-san lifted the sword again, rushing back in.

Representative Ho thought to himself.

“Damn, this life-and-death match is truly filthy.”

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