For the past three days, Pyo-wol has been observing the warriors entering Chengdu.
As a result, he found out that they were divided into three categories.
The first category is the Qingcheng sect and Golden Gates. Together with the other sects that follow them.
The Fire Dragon Room is a prime example.
Due to the previous battle, the Fire Dragon Room was completely on the side of the Qingcheng sect. In addition, many military officers and warriors followed the Qingcheng sect.
The second group were those who supported the Emei sect.
Quite a few factions, including the White Flower Room and Qing Ming Room, supported the Emei sect. However, their power did not reach that of those following the Qingcheng sect.
The third were the warriors who neither belonged to the two factions.
There were those who came in groups, and there were those who came individually. They were sneaking around the battlefield like wild dogs, looking for a chance to make a name for themselves.
The third group was not controlled by anyone. And they are the most numerous.
In a way, they were similar to the Black Cloud Mercenary Group. The only difference is that while the Black Cloud Mercenary Group are rogues wandering the battlefield aimlessly, they all have a residence in Sichuan.
It was the third group that Pyo-wol attacked. By attacking them, the warriors were drawn into the battlefield.
The third class of warriors, unlike the Qingcheng and the Emei sect, did not know what was going on in Chengdu.
They just knew the atmosphere was serious.
In such a situation, when they were suddenly attacked by Pyo-wol, they had the illusion that unidentified enemies were attacking them.
“Bastards!”
“Let’s kill all those in black-clad guys.”
The warriors attacked the Black Cloud Mercenary Group without hesitation.
“Damn! These crazy bastards!”
Yang Woo-jeong, the vice captain of the Black Cloud Mercenary Group, put on a puzzled expression.
If there are one or two warriors, it won’t be a problem, but if the number exceeds hundreds, the story is different.
The problem is that even at this moment, the number of warriors joining the fight is growing exponentially. After hearing the news of the fight, the warriors of Chengdu came to them, and they were swept away by the battle between the Black Cloud Troops and the soldiers.
Among them, there were many warriors belonging to sects that either supported the Emei and the Qingcheng sect. As they entered the war, the madness of the battlefield grew even more intense.
The flames of madness started by Pyo-wol engulfed the entire city.
“Damn! How long are you going to cowardly run away?”
Hyeol Seung burst out in anger and threw his fists at Pyo-wol.
Gwaang!
The roof of the front building where Pyo-wol was standing exploded like a blast bomb.
“Keuk!”
“That guy…”
Nearby warriors covered in shards attacked Hyeol Seung. Because of that, the Hyeol Seung’s ankle was caught.
“Shit!”
Go Dosa’s face contorted.
It was absurd.
The Black Cloud Troops were thoroughly being dragged around by a single assassin. The movement of the Black Cloud Troops, which was supposed to move organically, was disrupted by Pyo-wol’s attracting the nearby warriors.
The most powerful time of the Black Cloud Troops was when they were united as one and unfolded their techniques. However, it was impossible to dream of an organic movement by getting tangled up with another uninvolved party.
Moreover, the two hundred horse cavalry, which was the core, was not even used. They were still waiting on the outskirts of the city, waiting for their colleagues to drive Pyo-wol towards them.
“Bastard!”
Go Dosa pushed his energy at the tip of his hand, and drove it toward Pyo-wol. It was the esoteric technique of Go Dosa called the Spirit Fire Dance.1
Go Dosa predicted that Pyo-wol would be able to avoid his attack this time as well.
After being played around by Pyo-wol for quite a long time now, he was now able to predict Pyo-wol’s movements in advance. It was just that his speed is not something they can catch up to.
Heo Ran-ju moved in advance to the point where Pyo-wol was expected to move.
Ciit!
Suddenly, something cut through the air and appeared in front of Go Dosa.
“Hyuk!”
Go Dosa was startled and leaned back. He didn’t even think of blocking it. It was an attack beyond his expectations. As a result, his internal energy was suddenly released.
As his internal energy that should have been completely discharged backflowed, it caused damage to his internal organs.
It was a single dagger that attacked Go Dosa. The dagger followed Go Dosa in a long trajectory like a living creature.
“Aww!”
Go Dosa’s scream rang out. His left arm fell to the ground and flapped. A dagger cut off the shoulder of Go Dosa.
“Go Dosa!”
Heo Ran-ju screamed loudly and ran towards Go Dosa. At that moment, another dagger appeared in front of her. The dagger moved dazzlingly and attacked Heo Ran-ju.
It was the ghost dagger.
Pyo-wol controlled two ghost daggers with the Soul-Reaping Thread. The whip of Heo Ran-ju and the Soul-Reaping Thread were soon entangled.
Surgerch!
At that moment, Heo Ran-ju’s whip was cut off.
“No!”
Heo Ran-ju’s eyes widened at the unbelievable sight.
Ciiiit!
At that moment, the ghost dagger cut through her side. Her clothes and flesh were split, and blood was pouring out.
“Kheup!”
Heo Ran-ju swallowed a scream and hurriedly backed away. Still, she made sure her eyes still followed the movement of Pyo-wol.
However, in the middle of doing so, Pyo-wol disappeared.
He once again used the Black Lightning to move.
However, the place where Pyo-wol appeared again was in front of Go Dosa. Go Dosa had lost one arm and was staggering, so he could not detect Pyo-wol’s movement.
“No!”
Heo Ran-joo hurriedly shouted.
Go Dosa raised his head and looked at the front.
Suddenly, Pyo-wol appeared in front of him. He held the ghost dagger in his own hands and took Go Dosa’s life.
“Stop!”
Zhang Mu-ryang’s cry echoed across the battlefield.
After slashing over countless warriors blocking the way, he arrived next to Pyo-wol. He reached out to save Go Dosa.
A black spear was held in Zhang Mu-ryang’s hand.
The Destruction of the Black Dragon,2 the secret art of the extended house,3 was unfolded.
Kwaa!
The black spear flew towards Pyo-wol, tearing apart the air. However, Pyo-wol did not care and stabbed Go Dosa in between the ribs with a ghost dagger.
“Heukp!”
Go Dosa’s complexion changed.
Because the ghost dagger had penetrated deep into his lungs.
Go Dosa opened his mouth at the extreme pain he had experienced for the first time in his life. Go Dosa was trying to say something. However, Pyo-wol closed his mouth with his hand and switched positions with Go Dosa.
Go Dosa, who was stabbed in the lungs, lost all his strength and could not resist.
In an instant, Zhang Mu-ryang’s attack exploded where he was.
Kwang!
“Keuk!”
There was a roar and the scream of Go Dosa at the same time.
Instead of Pyo-wol, Go Dosa was struck with the spear of Zhang Mu-ryang. Go Dosa’s back became like a mop, revealing his white bones. He was fatally wounded by his colleague Zhang Mu-ryang.
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