Kwaaang!

A deafening roar echoed out as one of the bandits recoiled, blood spraying in the air.

Ackkkk!

Wooong!

Everyone watched the scene in stunned silence, intrigued and horrified, as the combatants were lifted up roughly into the air and crashed back to the ground.

What is even going on here?

It feels like a one-sided thrashing.

Can this even be real?

Bewildered, the residents of Changsha could hardly believe what their eyes were seeing.

Bandits attacked. The disciples of Mount Hua intercepted them. Up to then, the story was clear and needed no further elaboration.

However, the complexity lies ahead.

It seems they were herding some sort of cattle together?

Look over there.

Thats where the frenzied cows are.

If they belonged to Mount Hua, would they not be disciples of the Taoist sect? When such individuals confronted bandits, it typically provided a spectacle worth watching for the bystanders.

However, what ensued was a chaotic brawl reminiscent of a back alley fight.

There was an issue; the disciples from a Taoist sect known as Mount Hua, who shouldnt have initiated the conflict - a task meant for the bandits - were doing the opposite.

No that

The spectacle was so surreal it defied understanding, let alone description.

Didnt they just announce themselves as the Great Star Bandits? Doesnt that imply theyre the fiercest of all? Even the justice faction sects would hesitate to engage with them

Ready to fight?

so why are they being beaten so one-sidedly?

Nobody could provide an answer to that question.

Yet, they still held hope for Mount Hua. As its reputation was restored, they believed it was capable of managing the bandits.

But shouldnt handle imply the situation isnt this one-sided?

Is Mount Hua truly this powerful?

Well reputation isnt gained for nothing, still

The situation was completely absurd.

Those unfamiliar with the dynamics of Kangho were stunned by the unfolding events, while those who considered themselves well-informed were even more bewildered.

Though Mount Hua was famed, its renown merely implied a heightened reputation in recent times. Never had it been seriously compared to the ruling sects of Kangho, like the revered Nine Great Sects or the Five Hegemonies.

Yet here were Mount Huas disciples, holding the ruffians of the Green Forest at bay.

Naturally, shock was inevitable.

Kwaaang!

At that moment, the echo of a massive explosion sounded, and another bandit collapsed. The sight of the convulsing body and blood seeping from it spurred whispers.

Could it be that I find myself feeling sorry for the bandits?

Really though, isnt this something youd expect from a bandit situation?

That

In that instant, someone dared to breach the silence, trying to make sense of the bewildering scene.

Could it be that these bandits arent as formidable as we believed?

I heard theyre among the best there is.

How can one trust the words of a bandit? And the place known as the Great Star Bandits might not be as great as we

Suddenly, then.

Kwaaaang!

A massive roar came, akin to thunder striking the ground, and a blue blade attack flew through the air.

Kwak! Crack!

On impact with the pavilion, the hall split apart as if an axe had cleaved through it.

Everyone fell silent, awed by the power that nearly leveled the pavilion in one blow. They wondered how a mere human, made of flesh and bone, could muster such strength

Wow, this guys quite tough.

Right.

Yes, it could be managed.

Jo Gul casually swung his sword before Dong Woong, the source of this immense power. Despite witnessing such force firsthand, there was no hint of anxiety in Jo Gul. Perhaps it was simply a matter of their individual attitudes.

In any case, Dong Woong saw Jo Guls relaxed face as a provocation.

This!

Woah.

Jo Gul widened his eyes and addressed Dong Woong.

It seems you bandits are the same wherever we encounter you. Ive heard many insults from kids, brats, and bastards but never had this much open vitriol.

He smiled, looking amused by this.

Dong Woongs face flushed at such a calm reaction.

You insult me, Ill rip your snout off!

Dong Woong unleashed a blade of qi over three feet long, hurtling towards Jo Gul. The blue blade of qi whirled as if aiming to slice through flesh, yet Jo Gul boldly charged forward.

Paaaah!

Jo Guls sword instantly transformed into a beam of yellow light aimed at Dong Woongs neck. Seeing this, the realization struck that his own neck would be impaled before he could wound his opponent. This fear forced him to abruptly veer his blade to the side.

Yet, before the sword could be repelled, Jo Guls blade was swiftly retracted, hurtling ominously towards Dong Woong.

Crack!

Blood spilled down Dong Woongs split cheek.

W-whats happening

There was barely time to comprehend.

Thrust! Thrust!

Suddenly, dozens of swords were thrown at him from all directions. The young Taoists blade moved with a speed hed never witnessed before.

Ughhh!

This alone was already tricky to handle, but the young man quickly sprang up from his spot and started releasing the sword qi from above.

When the sword qi, as delicate as flower petals, approached, Dong Woong shrieked, unable to formulate a response.

Ahhh! You damned monkey!

an apt description.

I concur.

Why didnt I come up with that description until now?

In the meantime, Baek Cheon and his group each contributed a comment.

The fact that someone meeting Jo Gul for the first time today could accurately associate him with an animal when others hadnt managed to do so despite knowing him for several years was impressive.

But wasnt he not as bad before?

True.

Undoubtedly, his behavior worsened after meeting Chung Myung.

Everyone gazed at Jo Gul, clicking their tongues as Dong Woong was pressured.

Without a doubt

Baek Cheons eyes took on a firm resolution at this.

In terms of sword sharpness, no one on Mount Hua could match Jo Gul. This wasnt a learned trait but a skill born of natural talent and an inherent understanding of the sword.

Even if the heavens are indifferent, why is he?

But shouldnt the heavens show mercy? Can he still be considered a true person if he cant wield a sword?

Are you referring to Chung Myung?

Ah Id almost forgotten about him.

Yoon Jong wore a bitter smile as he watched Jo Guls sword movements.

Something seems strange.

It was evident in the way he wielded his blade. Dong Woongs martial skills were almost on par with the captains of the Ten Thousand People clan.

At one time, Jo Gul and Yoon Jong had struggled together to combat such a formidable warrior. Now, Jo Gul was single-handedly overpowering Dong Woong.

Their victory was not the sole reason. Objectively speaking, Jo Guls skills had outshone his opponents.

One must truly experience real battles

He finally understood what Chung Myung meant. While it was true that internal qi was enhanced with pills and such, there was another reason Jo Gul was overpowering his opponent.

His precision and boldness were striking. During all of this, he maintained a cool-headedness that allowed him to fully understand his opponent.

This was not something that could be nurtured through training alone.

The myriad of fierce battles he faced in the North Sea and the countless times he had risked his life had refined Jo Guls swordsmanship.

Hahaha! Youre too slow!

Hmm

His personality was as sharp as his blade.

Jo Gul intensified his movement even more, barraging Dong Woong with blows.

Slowly but surely, red wounds began scarring Dong Woongs colossal body.

E-eek!

Dong Woong gritted his teeth, his countenance flame-red with fury, yet he lacked the strength to retaliate.

The sword he was against wasnt just swift. The raw power of the blade frightened Dong Woong; its finesse left him biting his tongue in awe.

He would have attempted to bear it and cut through his opponent if he possessed any more strength, but he didnt want to risk that now.

Despite the boys youth, his sword bore the marks of experience as if he had spent his entire life on a battlefield.

J-Just once!

One opportunity was all he needed.

He was confident he would push his adversary back if given just a single opportunity.

However,

Dong Woong wasnt even afforded that chance.

Drip!

The sound of the sword was like long chains scraping against each other, and gorgeous petals from plum blossoms began to scatter ahead.

Dong Woong was left in shock.

What type of sword technique was this?

Dong Woong felt utterly bewildered by the surreal scene unfolding before him, even as the battle continued around him.

He had no understanding of it.

The moment ones gaze was entrapped in this spectacle, the end game was decided.

Paat!

The blue sword emerged from the petals, rushing towards its prey like a snake hidden in the bushes.

Puak!

Kuak

Dong Woong glanced at his right chest, or more specifically, the white sword that had piercingly lodged itself there. The swords chilling presence spread throughout his body.

Huak!

Dong Woong regained his senses and took a step back.

Clack!

Blood dripped from the sword that had been pulled back. Dong Woong grappled to stem the bleeding, staring at Jo Gul in shock.

This is nothing.

Jo Gul briskly wiped the blood off his sword before closing in on Dong Woong.

Compared to the Demonic Sect scum, youre not even worth the fight.

Despite the biting remark, Dong Woong was rendered speechless. His only response was to summon the remnants of his pride for one last stand.

The disparity in strength was now painfully apparent. He realized he couldnt handle this adversary with a broken body when he failed with an unscathed one.

Hence, he couldnt appear weak before a child who hadnt even lived half as long as he had.

You swine do you know who I am

Pride carried the words, seemingly insignificant, but the reply was even more crushing.

Um, uncle.

A smile crossed Jo Guls features.

Ive faced far worse than your words; they cannot scare me.

Jo Guls foot met the ground, propelling him towards Dong Woong.

Swish!

His swiftly descending sword bore down on Dong Woong, exhibiting countless sword forms.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Shoulder. Waist. Stomach. Thigh.

The sword traced a path across Dong Woongs body, akin to a streak of light.

Ughhh.

This groan leaked out from his mouth. Dong Woong attempted to crane his neck towards Jo Gul, who was already beyond him.

However,

Thud!

Even before he could pivot his head, his body succumbed to gravity.

The sight of Don Woong, unconscious, captured the attention of the remaining bandits engaged in battle.

Srrng.

Jo Gul sheathed his sword and glanced at Dong Woong.

If you think this is unfair, then go to the North Sea at least once.

These were words that would have made Dong Woong nauseous had he been conscious.