The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

"Who here is the bravest?"

Gu Jucheol's voice echoed throughout the training ground.

There was no answer.

"Who here is the most reckless?"

This time too, there was no answer.

Gu Jucheol laughed and then, shouldering the wooden sword in his right hand, flashed a red light in his eyes.

"Who here is the most foolish?"

At his final question, the one hundred and one officials hesitated, unable to move readily.

At that moment, the martial artists of the Nine Sects and the Five Great Families stepped forward.

They were already holding the swords and sabers that had been drawn from their scabbards.

"Even a rotten fish is still a fish... the Nine Sects and Five Families are stepping up first. Good! If a martial artist has drawn his sword, he should know how to cut off at least one arm. Of course."

Just then, Gu Jucheol's left sleeve fluttered in the blowing wind.

"You must have been prepared to have your arm cut off, right?"

Gulp—!

The martial artists of the Nine Sects and Five Families swallowed dryly.

The opponent was the Ghost-Faced Revolutionary Sword, Gu Jucheol, one of the legendary demonic group, the Seven Vicious Demons.

Although he was a one-armed man holding a wooden sword instead of a real sword, the pressure emanating from his entire body was enough to freeze the one hundred and one officials.

The martial artist who spoke first was Jong Ryeo'ak.

"Everyone, listen. We are the pride of Jongnam. We may be broken and shattered, but we will not run away!"

"Yes!"

"Oho?"

As Jong Ryeo'ak first led the martial artists of the Jongnam Sect and ran forward, Hyeok'ugun and Go Durim followed, leading the martial artists of Huashan and Kongtong, respectively.

It was not an act that the martial artists of a prestigious family would do, to have many attack one person.

But the situation was different now.

An existence that could not guarantee victory even if not a dozen, but all the officials rushed in at once.

It was because he was the Ghost-Faced Revolutionary Sword, Gu Jucheol.

"Hahaha! Good, good!"

Gu Jucheol stomped his foot.

He aimed the wooden sword in his hand at the fifteen martial artists who were rushing towards him.

"Heup!"

The first move was from Jongnam.

They used their characteristic heavy swords to press Gu Jucheol from all directions with intense sword strikes.

"An excellent combined attack formation!"

A combined attack technique created to deal with a master.

The four martial artists of Jongnam swung their swords at Gu Jucheol from all directions.

"But it still lacks sharpness."

Gu Jucheol deflected all the swords of the Jongnam Sect martial artists, who were surrounding him and stabbing at him, with a single saber strike.

"Keuk!"

The four martial artists staggered and lost their balance.

Jong Ryeo'ak shouted urgently.

"Correct your posture!"

Despite Jong Ryeo'ak's shout, the first Jongnam Sect martial artist, who could not regain his balance, met Gu Jucheol's saber head-on.

'Too late!'

Although he urgently pulled his sword to defend his body, Gu Jucheol's wooden sword had no mercy.

Thwack—!!

"Keuhak!"

The Jongnam martial artist, who had been hit by the wooden sword, vomited blood and collapsed.

Gu Jucheol's attack did not end there.

He attacked the Jongnam martial artists with a ghostly movement.

Whenever his wooden sword cut through the air, the Jongnam martial artists fell like rotten logs.

"Damn it!"

Jong Ryeo'ak, who had lost his fellow disciples in an instant, gritted his teeth.

"Get out of the way! Jong Ryeo'ak!"

Leaving behind the lone Jong Ryeo'ak, Go Durim and the martial artists of Kongtong flew in, cutting through the wind.

They attacked Gu Jucheol in pairs, and their movements were very organic and organized.

"Kongtong has been at war with the Ming Cult, which has been invading from the north, along with Kunlun, since ancient times. Thanks to that, the level of their combined attack technique is better than that of Jongnam."

"Our Kongtong has always faced only strong enemies."

"Yes! You are right."

Gu Jucheol's face contorted, and a sly smile appeared.

Go Durim, who had faced that face right in front of him, felt an indescribable fear.

In the next moment, Gu Jucheol's wooden sword pressed down on the Jongnam martial artists who had displayed the combined attack technique in one go.

Kwang—!!

With a rough explosion, the martial artists of Kongtong were slammed into the floor of the training ground without even being able to scream.

"This is..."

"You brats. You don't know about demons. You know nothing about the evil they possess. So I will teach you."

Gu Jucheol's face had the form of a ghost, and Yu Useon, who was watching this, trembled all over and muttered.

"Ghost-faced... it's the ghost-faced... no..."

"What's wrong?"

At the question of Siu, who was standing next to him, Yu Useon grabbed his shoulders with both arms and said.

"The reason Elder Gu is called the Ghost-Faced Revolutionary Sword is because... when his face took on the form of a ghost, he killed everyone who saw that face."

"Hah!"

While Siu was trembling once in surprise at Yu Useon's explanation, Hyeok'ugun and the martial artists of the Huashan Sect, who were watching the situation, were being hit by Gu Jucheol and were collapsing, vomiting blood.

"Hehehe!!"

Gu Jucheol, who was laughing while grabbing the head of a Huashan Sect martial artist, was no different from a ghost in human form.

"All the martial artists of the Nine Sects have been defeated..."

"How are we supposed to beat that!?"

"No way!"

The martial artists from the minor sects and martial families had to step back, hesitating, and the martial artists of the Five Great Families, who were watching the fight between the Nine Sects and Gu Jucheol, gathered in one place.

"Young Hero Zhuge! Is there a way?"

"To be honest... there isn't. I thought Elder Gu would go easy on us... but I was mistaken."

"Tsk! Still, we can't back down! The Peng Family will take the lead!"

As Peng Xiaofeng stood at the front with the martial artists of the Hebei Peng Family, the martial artists of the Moyong Family and the Zhuge Family took their places on either side of him.

Gu Jucheol watched this with interest.

"The Nine Sects can't unite because of their pride, but the Five Great Families are different. Hehehe! Come! Come!! If you don't come, I will!"

Gu Jucheol, who had rushed in front of Peng Xiaofeng in just one step, swung his wooden sword strongly.

Swoosh—!!

Peng Xiaofeng swung his saber back at Gu Jucheol's wooden sword, which was approaching, tearing through the air.

Soon, the sabers of the two clashed in the air.

Kwaddeuk!

"As expected of the Hebei Peng Family! An outstanding strength."

"Now! While I hold back his saber, attack!"

As per Peng Xiaofeng's shout, the rest of the martial artists of the Five Great Families tried to attack Gu Jucheol.

"Hold back... you're full of confidence, which is good to see."

"Hup!?"

Gu Jucheol's wooden sword broke Peng Xiaofeng's saber and pushed in.

Peng Xiaofeng's figure, who had to support the saber with his shoulder, slowly began to bend.

"Kkeueueuk!"

Peng Xiaofeng from the Hebei Peng Family, who was said to be second to none in terms of strength, supported the saber with both hands, but he could not withstand the strength of Gu Jucheol, who was holding the wooden sword with one arm, and was bent.

In the end, Peng Xiaofeng's body was bent by Gu Jucheol's wooden sword and collapsed on the floor.

"Keoeok...!"

As Peng Xiaofeng collapsed without being able to hold on for even a moment, the faces of the rest of the martial artists turned pale.

In the meantime, Gu Jucheol, who was smiling slyly, kicked Peng Xiaofeng and said.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to attack?"

"Young Hero Zhuge... I don't think now is the time to be arguing about other things."

"I agree."

The martial artists of the Five Great Families rushed at Gu Jucheol all at once.

And the time it took for them to be hit by Gu Jucheol's wooden sword and collapse was only half a koku.

"Ah..."

As the martial artists of the Nine Sects and Five Families, whom they had trusted, collapsed without even being able to put up a fight, a deep fear was instilled in the faces of the martial artists of the minor sects.

They hesitated and stepped back, and then turned their heads to one side at the same time.

The place where everyone's gaze reached was a place where a man and a woman were standing.

It was Cheon Gaseong and Cheon Yerang.

As if to say that now that the Nine Sects and Five Families had fallen, it was time for the White Moon Palace to step up, Gu Jucheol let out a deep sigh.

"Are only cowards left? This is not even worth my effort. Don't you think so?"

"That's right."

Gwak Myeong, who had been watching their sparring, nodded and then gave a signal, and the instructors who had been waiting brought four people tied in iron chains.

Their limbs were bound, and whenever the instructors touched them, one of the restraints would come undone.

The four men, whose restraints, except for their two hands, had been undone, looked at Gwak Myeong.

Then Gwak Myeong said.

"The reward is alcohol."

"Alcohol?"

"Meat?"

"Tsk... I'll give you boiled meat too."

"Kehahahaha!!"

"Meat!!"

"Alcohol! Alcohol!!"

The four men got excited at Gwak Myeong's words and spat.

In the meantime, Gwak Myeong said to the remaining martial artists with an indifferent voice.

"These are martial artists from the unorthodox faction who have committed serious crimes and have been caught by the Martial Arts Alliance. They cannot kill you, but they can injure you. Moreover, they have not even touched alcohol and meat with their tongues for several years. If you're not careful, you'll get hurt quite badly."

As soon as his words ended, the four men, whose two hands were bound, let out a beast-like roar and rushed towards the martial artists of the minor sects.

"Ugh!!"

"Damn it!"

The terrified officials tried to leave the training ground, but the instructors of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple did not allow it.

They had already set up a wooden barrier so that the officials could not leave the training ground.

"Get a grip! If we run away like a herd of scared rabbits, we'll all be caught! We have to join forces and fight back now! There are only four of them!!"

A few martial artists who had come to their senses encouraged the confused officials and tried to join forces.

And a few ran to the side of Cheon Gaseong and Cheon Yerang and begged for help.

"Please help us!"

Cheon Gaseong lightly ignored their cries.

His gaze was fixed on Gu Jucheol.

"Young Master! What should we do?"

Siu came to Jin Sohyun with a scared face and grabbed his sleeve.

"Mmm..."

Jin Sohyun scratched his cheek.

As he had vowed not to stand out, Jin Sohyun was standing like air, as if he were there but not there.

But since the four beasts, who were blinded by alcohol and meat, were randomly beating the scared officials, it was clear that they would eventually come to Jin Sohyun.

"Sigh. I want to go home."

Jin Sohyun missed his home, where he could roll around all day and be as lazy as he wanted.

While Jin Sohyun was missing his home, a beast-like man, who was randomly trampling the scared officials, discovered him.

"Hehehe! A brat with a pretty face. And he has a wench next to him... this body has not touched the soft skin of a woman for twenty years already...!"

A beast in human form rushed at Jin Sohyun.

No, his target was not Jin Sohyun. It was Siu, who was standing next to him.

Jin Sohyun's face turned cold as he noticed that the beast was aiming for Siu.

The moment his hand was imbued with internal energy, a blue light flashed in front of his eyes.

"Keok!!"

The beast, who had been hit on the side of his face with a sword, rolled on the floor.

"Keulleok! This is hell...!"

The beast raised his head and stared at the one who had hit him.

"Heok!"

The beast was startled.

It was because a beauty, who would not be strange to be called a fairy, was standing in front of him.

"A fairy... a fairy!"

Cheon Yerang, who had blocked Jin Sohyun's front at some point, slowly lowered the sword she was holding and looked at the beast with an emotionless gaze, and then turned her gaze to the side where Jin Sohyun and Siu were.

"Step back."

Jin Sohyun, who had been about to step forward, hurriedly stepped back with Siu.

Cheon Yerang, who had confirmed that they had stepped back, stared at the beast who was looking at her with lustful eyes.

'Why did I...'

Cheon Yerang could not understand her own actions.

To her, the most important thing was the White Moon Palace, and everyone else was worthless.

But Cheon Yerang had helped Jin Sohyun and Siu.

While Cheon Yerang was feeling confused by her own incomprehensible actions, Cheon Gaseong asked Gwak Myeong.

"Is it alright to kill them?"

"No."

"Is it alright to injure them?"

"To some extent."

Cheon Gaseong, who had nodded his head, moved his body.

The place he was heading to was not Gu Jucheol's side.

"I have seen many beauties, but none were like you. Hehehe... looking at you, I feel as if my closed eyes are opening. If only I could touch that soft skin with this hand...!"

Slice—!

With a spurt of blood, the beast's two severed hands fell to the floor.

"Uh... uh...?"

The beast's two eyes, who did not understand the situation, shook rapidly.

"How dare you."

Cheon Gaseong, who had appeared in front of the beast at some point, cut out his two eyes.

"Kkeuaaak!!"

Cheon Gaseong, who had cut out the beast's two eyes and two hands in an instant, looked down at the beast who was screaming in pain.

"Cheon Gaseong!! What is this!?"

At Gwak Myeong's shout, Cheon Gaseong answered coldly.

"As promised, I did not kill him."

At his answer, Gwak Myeong was at a loss for words.

It was he who had said that it was alright as long as he didn't kill them.

Cheon Gaseong had thoroughly kept his word and had punished the sinner of the unorthodox faction, who was no different from a beast.

As Gwak Myeong said no more, Cheon Gaseong's sword was aimed at the other three sinners.

Jin Sohyun, who was watching this, let out a deep sigh.

"He's as brutal as ever."

While Siu had turned her back with her eyes closed, Jin Sohyun took out the Black Snow Fragrance, which had been treated as nothing more than a decoration.

'If I don't want to stand out, this is the only way.'

Jin Sohyun's two eyes, which had brought the Black Snow Fragrance to his mouth, reached Gu Jucheol, who was running across the space.

"Heup!"

The sound of the Black Snow Fragrance, which had been sleeping for a long time, was finally revealed to the world.

(End of Chapter)