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| Reaper of the Drifting Moon mtl, Chapter 284 |
Seol Kang-Yeon made a puzzled expression.
"General...?"
No matter how far away he was, the one who would come running whenever he called was Lee Yul. But for some reason, Lee Yul did not react at all.
Pyo Wol approached him and said,
"No matter how much you call, he won't come."
"What?"
"What do you know about him?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"How much do you know about Lee Yul?"
"He is a loyal subject."
"Do you think so?"
"Well..."
Seol Kang-Yeon stumbled on his words without realizing it.
Pyo Wol approached him closely.
"What loyal subject would use the lord as bait?"
"Bait? Who's the bait?"
Seol Kang-Yeon tried to deny Pyo Wol's words, but his face betrayed his unease.
Despite shouting so loudly, the fact that not a single subordinate had come running made him uneasy.
Even if many of his troops had left, it was unthinkable to leave him like this.
Pyo Wol asked, "How did you meet Lee Yul?"
"..."
Seol Kang-Yeon didn't answer and stepped back.
Pyo Wol followed him and asked again, "Did he approach you first? Saying he'd help you find the old estate?"
"No, I hired him. The general didn't come to me."
"Can you tell me how you first met?"
"..."
Seol Kang-Yeon couldn't give a proper answer.
Pyo Wol wasn't surprised. Everyone has their perspective.
Although Seol Kang-Yeon thought he had Lee Yul in his pocket, it was the opposite. He was merely a means of use.
Lee Yul controlled everything in Snow Sword Manor.
Considering the size of Snow Sword Manor, Lee Yul's ability to control everything perfectly and do things as he pleased was genuinely remarkable.
Srrr!
Pyo Wol drew out his ghost blade.
When he saw the sharp blade that looked as pale as the sky, Seol Kang-Yeon drew his sword as well.
"Do you think I'll let you off easily? Even without the general, you couldn't touch me."
Although he had neglected his martial arts training and gained weight, he had not lost his skills.
"Haat!"
Seol Kang-Yeon made the first move.
His sword flew with a sharp trajectory, but Pyo Wol saw countless flaws.
While the sword might be perfect, the person wielding it was too overweight to wield it properly.
Other martial artists might be intimidated by the sword's sharpness, but it posed no threat to an experienced warrior like Pyo Wol.
Pyo Wol sidestepped the sword and approached Seol Kang-Yeon.
He dealt a blow to Seol Kang-Yeon's chest.
Boom!
With the sound of a leather drum bursting, Seol Kang-Yeon was thrown back.
A warrior should never let go of his weapon, but Seol Kang-Yeon dropped his sword when thrown back.
He did not have the basic posture of a warrior.
It was easy for Pyo Wol to overpower such a person.
"Kuwe-ok!"
Seol Kang-Yeon fell to the ground and vomited the food that had filled him up. Tears and snot were running down his face.
Pyo Wol stabbed a ghostly blade into Seol Kang-Yeon's thigh.
Thunk!
"Kreaak!"
Seol Kang-Yeon screamed in agony.
Pyo Wol pulled out another ghostly spear.
Finally, Seol Kang-Yeon's face turned pale with fear.
"Sa, save me."
If one were the leader of a particular faction, one could not afford to lose composure in front of the enemy. No matter how urgent the situation was.
In that sense, Seol Kang-Yeon was not a leader.
He was simply a sacrificial lamb to be used.
It was when Pyo Wol tried to put another ghost seal into his body.
Thwack!
A silver sword qi cut through the night sky.
Pyo Wol dodged the sword qi and threw himself backward.
The sword qi struck Seol Kang-Yeon directly.
"Crack!"
Seol Kang-Yeon looked in disbelief at the owner of the sword that pierced his chest.
The man, who was not particularly distinctive enough to be recognized after just a glance, was Baek Do-Gyeong, one of Lee Yul's followers.
Baek Do-Gyeong's sword had precisely penetrated Seol Kang-Yeon's heart.
"You, who are you?"
Seol Kang-Yeon reached out to grab Baek Do-Gyeong's neck. But he was too far away for his hand to reach him.
Baek Do-Gyeong, a subordinate of the Lord, the general's follower, had taken his life without hesitation.
Baek Do-Gyeong looked at Seol Kang-Yeon with a blank expression and spoke.
"It seems like our fate ends here. It was an honor to be together all this time, Lord! Goodbye."
"You, you..."
Seol Kang-Yeon tried to say something, but Baek Do-Gyeong no longer listened and drew his sword from his heart. As a result, a tremendous amount of blood was sprayed from Seol Kang-Yeon's chest.
Seol Kang-Yeon flailed his hands in the air before collapsing.
That was his end.
It was so empty, given that he was the one who drove dozens of warriors into bloodshed.
Pyo Wol silently watched Seol Kang-Yeon's death.
"A killer must silence his victims. This man seems to be worth no more than that in the Guryongsalmak."
Baek Do-Gyeong widened his eyes at Pyo Wol's unexpected remark.
The name Guryongsalmak itself was highly confidential.
Those who knew the name were few and far between in the world.
Even members of the organization did not know that they belonged to Guryongsalmak.
He would never have known the name if Baek Do-Gyeong had not followed Lee Yul.
The fact that Pyo Wol mentioned such a secret was a great shock.
Baek Do-Gyeong unintentionally showed his hesitation.
"Who are you?"
"Was Lee Yul's mission to use the Snow Sword Manor to provoke chaos?"
"..."
Baek Do-Gyeong was speechless.
They had thought they had avoided any mistakes.
The biggest threat so far had been Jin Geom-Woo.
He was the only one who noticed the existence of the Guryongsalmak and had been tracking it with their colleagues.
Lee Yul had planned and executed a scheme to trap Jin Geom-Woo to death, ultimately plunging the world into chaos.
No one had noticed his secret plan, but Pyo Wol had seen right through it.
"This guy is..."
Baek Do-Gyeong felt a chill run down his spine.
He had never encountered such a being before.
It wasn't simply because his martial arts or assassination skills were formidable and frightening but because he possessed the insight and intuition to piece together the big picture from tiny fragments of information.
This level of insight and intuition could only be obtained through extreme environments or by being born with it.
Baek Do-Gyeong had never seen anyone with this level of insight and intuition before.
Even Lee Yul, whom he served, was an outstanding individual, but still within the realm of common sense.
Pyo Wol was the first person he had encountered with such an unfathomable existence.
"I must kill him. If I leave him alive, he will be a constant threat."
Baek Do-Gyeong raised his hand, and ten shadows appeared on the rooftop of the building.
They were people with unremarkable faces like Baek Do-Gyeong's.
They were workers and lower-ranking soldiers at Snow Sword Manor, those who didn't receive anyone's attention. They were the subordinates of Baek Do-Gyeong, who were treated as non-existent even within Snow Sword Manor.
They disguised themselves as ordinary people like Baek Do-Gyeong and secretly took care of the dirty work.
In Guryongsalmak, they were called soulless ghosts. (無魂鬼).
Baek Do-Gyeong pointed at the target with his finger, and the soulless ghosts rushed toward their target.
Some of them held kitchen knives, while others swung swords hidden in broomsticks. They used everyday items as weapons.
Their martial arts were similarly plain. There was nothing flashy or impressive about their moves. They consisted of basic attacks such as stabbing and slashing. However, their momentum was incredible, and they had been polished through countless battles.
Shh-shh-shh!
Their coordinated attacks were insane. Like a spinning wheel, they relentlessly attacked the target.
If the target had been ordinary, he would have already succumbed to their combined attacks. Unfortunately for them, the target was not an ordinary person one could find on the street.
Shuruk!
The ghost blade hanging on the Soul Reaping Thread started to dance. The sight of about ten flying blades was spectacular.
If a stranger had seen it, they would have admired its beauty and clapped their hands. However, the result was not so beautiful.
Fuhwahak!
A mist of blood scattered in the air.
The dripping blood turned into fog and dyed the night sky red before disappearing.
In the midst of it, the Soulless Ghosts who had attacked Pyo Wol were lying on the ground.
Long cuts had suddenly appeared on their necks.
Thud!
Leaving the Soulless Ghosts behind, Pyo Wol rushed towards Baek Do-Gyeong.
His lips were stained with dark red blood.
He had sustained severe injuries from using excessive force.
He had already suffered considerable injuries and wounds while fighting the Heuk Ho and Black Cloud Corps. In addition, using excessive force to kill the soulless ghosts worsened his injuries.
It was an injury that would take more than a fortnight to recover from, but such injuries could not stop Pyo Wol.
"Hey, you!"
Baek Do-Gyeong swung his sword toward Pyo Wol.
It was a deadly sword made on the battlefield.
A blood sword that could turn a sane person into a crazy person if not handled properly.
Chwahak!
The sight of the ominous red sword energy made one's blood run cold.
The red sword energy attacked Pyo Wol like a storm.
Baek Do-Gyeong unleashed dozens of attacks in just a few seconds.
The speed at which he swung his sword was so fast that it was impossible to keep up with it visually.
"Kangagang!"
However, Pyo Wol blocked all of the attacks with two short daggers.
Baek Do-Gyeong increased the speed of his sword swings.
The already insane sword strikes became even more intense.
It was as if a murderous ghost was wielding the sword.
In addition, Baek Do-Gyeong's face twisted like a demon's.
"I will kill you."
Before he knew it, his mind was corroding.
It was a side effect of the Blood Sword.
It took him quite a bit to return to normal once he was corrupted, so he usually refrained from unleashing the Blood Sword with full force, but he couldn't afford to hold back now.
His opponent was a supernatural creature that defied common sense.
He had to put aside his own humanity to face such a person.
"Kangagang!"
The two clashed fiercely.
They exchanged dozens of blows in an instant.
If it were ordinary warriors, they would have repeated a cycle of closing and opening the distance between each other, but the two clashed head-on and exchanged blows.
They stood so close that they could feel each other's breath and looked into each other's eyes while competing with their hands.
Splat! Splitch!
Blood splattered everywhere, along with a sharp slicing sound, though it was unclear whose it was.
The blood sprayed in all directions.
Nevertheless, they didn't stop wielding their swords and ghost blades.
It was indeed a fight of insane proportions.
Even the warriors who insisted on confrontation were left gaping at the high combat level.
Slice!
The last was an especially gruesome slicing sound.
"Kreak!"
Baek Do-Gyeong grabbed his throat with his hand.
A crimson line of blood flowed down between his fingers.
He desperately tried to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. Blood continued to ooze out, carrying the vitality and poison that had filled his eyes.
"You..."
Baek Do-Gyeong tried to say something, but Pyo Wol rushed past him.
He didn't have the luxury of listening to Baek Do-Gyeong's rambling here.
Beyond the wall, he could see Lee Yul on the pavilion's roof.
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