It was on horseback when the Janggachang1 exerted its greatest power.
When the horse’s heavy weight and breakthrough power are combined, the power of wielding the spear increases. In other words, it also meant that the power of Janggachang without riding a horse would be halved.
It was not just a matter of Zhang Mu-ryang.
It was a weakness that all horsemen had.
While dealing with the horsemen of the Black Cloud Mercenary Group, Pyo-wol recognized their weaknesses. Therefore, without giving them a distance, he penetrated between the horsemen and went for a melee fight.
It was a method that a normal assassin would have never done..
Most assassins don’t fight dog fights by inducing melee battles like this. It wasn’t because they weren’t capable of doing it but because it was a fight that was far from the essence of an assassin.
It was a method that only Pyo-wol in Jianghu could do.
Zhang Mu-ryang was also a seasoned warrior with a lot of experience, but his reason was shaken when he was swept away by the board Pyo-wol had made.
Kwang!
Zhang Mu-ryang’s spear made a change in the air and fired a sharp lance. But, like a snake, Pyo-wol slowly escaped from his attack.
The snake step2, which was made to mimic the movement of a snake, made it possible to escape as long as there was a gap as small as the eye of a needle.
Zhang Mu-ryang’s attack was powerful, but crude. Most of the martial arts that were honed on the battlefield were like that.
It was powerful, but it lacked sophistication.
That was also the difference between the martial arts of an elite sect and the martial arts of a mercenary. Unlike the famous martial arts of great sects that have been making up for their weaknesses for a long time, there were bound to be many loopholes here and there with the martial arts of mercenaries.
Such flaws were clearly visible in Pyo-wol’s eyes.
It was also thanks to the rapid rise of Pyo-wol’s martial arts. The years he spent with the snakes greatly opened up most of Pyo-wol’s possibilities.
Pyo-wol did not miss the movement of the horsemen while facing Zhang Mu-ryang. The horsemen tried to help Zhang Mu-ryang, but Pyo-wol gave them no chance.
Ciiit!
Two ghost daggers moved vertically and horizontally. One of the daggers attacked the horsemen, while the other attacked Zhang Mu-ryang.
Pyo-wol performed a stunt that could only be performed after mastering the martial arts, such as the Wudang’s Yangui Simgong,3 without difficulty.
“Damn! Are you just going to continue dodging?”
Zhang Mu-ryang mocked Pyo-wol, who evaded without colliding him head-on.
It was intended to arouse Pyo-wol’s anger and make him attack head-on. But he did not know Pyo-wol.
Pyo-wol was a person who could run away with his tail between his legs at any time for survival. It was impossible for Pyo-wol to lose his reason just because of this level of provocation.
It didn’t matter if he was mocked.
It was okay to be ridiculed all day long. None of that mattered. What really matters is being patient to achieve his desired result.
Pyo-wol focused more of his energy on the ghost dagger.
Then, the intangible Soul-Reaping Thread lit up and appeared.
The Soul-Reaping Thread, which revealed the form, was beautiful. The Soul-Reaping Thread with strong light was clear enough to be seen from afar.
It was more like an art to see the two threads moving vertically and horizontally.
Ciiit!
“Keuk!”
“Gargh!”
As the name suggests, the Soul-Reaping Thread harvested the souls of the horsemen and left a deep dent on the spear of Zhang Mu-ryang.
Nevertheless, Zhang Mu-ryang felt that Pyo-wol was not doing his best. To him, Pyo-wol looked like he was conserving power as if to stall for time.
If he was really going to face the cavalry with all his might, there was no reason for Pyo-wol to reveal the Soul-Reaping Thread. Its power might become stronger, but as a consequence, the form and shape is revealed, making the opponents capable of defending from its attack.
The problem was that Pyo-wol would know that too.
There was no way he could infuse energy into the Soul-Reaping Thread for no reason, revealing his weapon to the public.
“What are you up to?”
Pyo-wol didn’t answer.
Instead, more energy was injected into the Soul-Reaping Thread to make it shine brighter.
That was then.
A group of people ran out of Chengdu.
“Do you think you will be able to escape in front of me? Guhwasata!”
“Heh! Who’s escaping? Arrogant fool!”
Those who exchanged venomous remarks and fought fiercely with each other were Mu Jeong-jin and Guhwasata. While the disciples of the Qingcheng and the Emei sect were following behind them, still engaged in battle.
The battle between Mu Jeong-jin and the Guhwasata left the street in ruins.
The fight between the two different masters was enough to temporarily silence the confusion of Chengdu.
Both of them excelled in martial arts, as they were representatives of Sichuan Province.
Mu Jeong-jin is a great swordsman as he was a representative of the Qingcheng sect, and unlike the eccentric nature of the Guhwasata, he was also well versed and familiar with the martial arts of the Emei sect.
Because of that, they couldn’t win against each other immediately, and the fight became longer. So the damage caused in Chengdu was greater.
This had to be a burden for both of them.
In order to dominate Sichuan, the hegemony of Chengdu had to be obtained, but if the streets of Chengdu were destroyed in this way, the people’s hearts had no choice but to turn their backs against them.
The two tacitly agreed to move the battlefield.
So they left Chengdu.
The disciples of the Qingcheng and Emei sect naturally followed, while the rest of the nearby warriors moved to the battlefield as if possessed by something.
“What?”
“Is that…?”
The first thing that came into their eyes was the thread of qi that flashed in the dark.
It was the Soul-Reaping Thread.
The figure of the Soul-Reaping Thread moving vertically and horizontally was like the lamp of a lighthouse that guides ships in the dark sea. The faster it moved, the more bizarre the echoes that spread through the darkness.
Hoo-woong! Hong!
The bizarre sound of the Soul-Reaping Threads slicing the air attracted people’s attention. Maybe the Soul-Reaping Thread contained magic that sucks people in.
“Who is that?”
Yong Seol-ran was the first person to recognize Pyo-wol, who was wielding the Soul-Reaping Thread.
A great disciple who was by her side asked,
“Do you know him?”
“It’s him. Pyo-wol!”
“That assassin?”
“Yes!”
The great disciple shouted loudly at Yong Seol-ran’s answer.
“It’s Pyo-wol. That assassin is over there!”
Her cry reached not only the disciples of the Emei sect, but also the ears of Mu Jeong-jin.
‘Assassin?’
Mu Jeong-jin’s eyes involuntarily turned to Pyo-wol.
In an instant, an intense glare emanated from his eyes. He recognized Pyo-wol’s face buried in the darkness. The moment he looked at Pyo-Wol’s face, the anger he had buried deep in his heart soared.
“You bastard!”
It was a face that he had never forgotten for the past seven years.
The assassin that Mu Jeong-jin had put himself into the snake pit was dealing with the horsemen of the Black Cloud Mercenary Group with a sullen look.
The moment he saw Pyo-wol, Mu Jeong-jin’s reason flew away.
“You’re really alive!”
He roared as his aura resounded through the night sky.
“Kheuk! Gua—”
“Hckkk!”
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