Reaper of the Drifting Moon
Chapter 141
The confrontation with Fengzon left Pyo-wol with a lot of homework.
Pyo-wol had previously assassinated many martial arts experts without much difficulty using the assassination methods he had learned in the underground cave.
However, dealing with an expert who is on the same level as Fengzon requires something different. Realizing his shortcomings, Pyo-wol tried to maximize his martial arts, and as a result, he gained some enlightenment.
It was just a small realization, and he still had to study it for a long time in the future. Nevertheless, it’s something he could use immediately.
It was Demon’s Hell.
Demon’s Hell is not a martial arts technique.
It is a fighting style that only Pyo-wol, who is an assassin, could do.
It’s an extreme method of misleading the enemy, luring them into making a mistake and then making them flustered by exposing their weaknesses.
To do this, Pyo-wol must dodge the enemy's attack by a single hair difference. If he dodges their attacks effortlessly, he will never be able to lure the enemy into acting his way.
It was a method that could not even be attempted without having enough confidence in one's own abilities, the decisiveness to throw oneself at risk, and the courage to not blink even in a dangerous situation.
Shiak!
With an intermittent difference, another attack passed by Pyo-wol's shoulder.
Even though he was not hit directly, his skin twisted spirally in the aftermath of the qi-filled attack, resulting in dark red blood bruises.
Pyo-wol suppressed the pain and endured it.
He was also human. He could feel pain and suffering just like everyone else. The only difference is that he knows how to put up with the pain.
Pyo-wol dragged Hyeolbul into the Devil's Hell without a change in his expression. He had imagined it countless times, but this was the first time he used the fighting style himself.
One mistake can cost his life.
It was like riding a single rope to traverse a cliff. The only thing he can step on is one thin string.
That’s the situation Pyo-wol is in now.
It was an urgent situation that could cost his life if he hesitates. Still, Pyo-wol was not shaken and tried to wait so he could take advantage of the moment when Hyeolbul would show a gap either in his attacks or movements.
"How long are you going to run away like a coward?!"
Hyeolbul’s anger exploded, and a stream of qi swirled around his body. The fluctuation of his qi only happened for a moment. But for Pyo-wol, it felt like an eternity.
Suit!
Without hesitation, Pyo-wol flew towards the turbulent qi.
Kwawawang!
The explosive qi tore apart his clothing and skin. Blood gushed out and excruciating pain ran up his spine. But not once did Pyo-wol let out a groan.
If he wants something, he has to pay a corresponding price.
In order to take the life of a powerful enemy, he must also suffer and endure an equal amount of pain and injuries.
Victory without a price doesn’t exist.
Tuhwahak!
His side was slashed, and blood splattered. Wounds also appeared on his thighs.
But Pyo-wol ignored all the painful wounds.
Puk!
When Pyo-wo finally passed through the stream of qi, he threw a ghost dagger towards Hyeolbul.
"Geugh!"
Hyeolbul groaned.
The solar plexus is one of the deadliest vital points of a human being. There was no way he was going to be okay since a dagger was stuck in such a vital point.
However, Hyeolbul was an expert whose abilities and strength went beyond the limits of human beings. While the wounds he had received might have easily killed a normal person, he was able to move just fine because of his great internal energy.
"Bastard!"
Hyeolbul raised both fists and aimed to smashed it at Pyo-wol’s skull.
In an instant, the Soul-Reaping Thread was released from Pyo-wol's hand. It then wrapped around the wrists of Hyeolbul and raised his hands high above his head.
"This is nothing!"
Hyeolbul snorted and concentrated visible qi1 on both of his hands. The Soul-Reaping Thread was torn apart in an instant.
Pyo-wol threw another ghost dagger at Hyeolbul’s side.
"Keuk!"
This time, Hyeolbul failed to stand his ground against Pyo-wol’s attack. He groaned and staggered.
Pyo-wol unleashed a Black Lightning after seeing Hyeolbul’s state.
What unfolded next was Paok2, which concentrated all energy on one point.
Puk!
With the strong force, Hyeolbul staggered and was pushed back. It was not only Paok that struck Hyeolbul’s body. A ghost dagger that was also embedded inside of him.
Hyeolbul’s complexion had completely changed. Pyo-wol's Paok shook the inside of his body by using the ghost dagger as the medium.
Like how a single droplet that falls on calm waters could create ripples, Pyo-wol's Paok, which uses the ghost dagger as a medium to penetrate through, had caused ripples inside Hyeolbul’s body.
"KARGH!"
Hyeolbul staggered and screamed. His face was full of disbelief.
"I–”
He looked down at his solar plexus with an expression that he couldn't believe what had transpired. His great internal energy that previously supported him was starting to dissipate.
As his strength drained away, rapid aging took place in his body. His skin became wrinkled, and his eyes became cloudy.
"Sect leader!"
"Euk!"
Once the Ten Monks who were dealing with Soma and the children saw the scene, they ran frantically to save Hyeolbul.
Soma and the children tenaciously tried to catch them. However, the five men ran towards Pyo-wol.
Pyo-wol looked at them and raised his qi.
Hoo-hung!
The Ten Monks flew toward Pyo-wol with a formidable momentum.
Pyo-wol clenched his teeth and used Snake Steps. Instead of confronting them head-on, he wanted to get out first.
That was then.
"I won’t let you get away–!"
Someone secretly approached Pyo-wol from behind and thrust a sword into his waist.
Puk!
The sword pierced his back and protruded out.
“I’ve finally paid you back from my previous humiliation.”
It was Heukam who successfully got past Pyo-wol’s senses and attacked him.
When Pyo-wol and Hyeolbul were in the midst of a fierce battle, Heukam sneaked onto the battlefield and waited for the perfect opportunity.
Pyo-wol normally would have never allowed a surprise attack from Heukam. But because Pyo-wol’s senses were on the lookout for the Ten Monks, he could not avoid Heukam’s surprise attack.
While the wound is not fatal, it’s enough to put Pyo-wol into a crisis.
"Die!"
"Ha!"
Five of the Ten Monks attacked him at once.
They were the ones who reigned at the pinnacle of the Xiaoleiyin Temple. They were working together with all their might.
The scene of them attacking in unison was as if the sky was falling.
Pyo-wol seemed to have nowhere to hide.
"It's over!"
A gleam of joy appeared on Heukam’s face.
In order to see this moment, he risked entering the underground cave to attack Pyo-wol.
Kwawang!
Their offensive attack made the underground cave shake as if it was about to collapse.
At that moment, Pyo-wol bent and crouched.
It looked as if he had lost the will to resist and was desperate.
That was then.
Tuoung!
Pyo-wol stretched out his hands toward the Ten Monks.
Shiak!
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