"Ugh."

"Kkeueueuk!!"

Around Hyunjun Hyun, numerous martial artists pierced by his sword were rolling on the floor.

The surprising thing was that even though Hyunjun Hyun's sword had pierced the bodies of the martial artists, not a single one had died.

Among those martial artists, only Hyunjun Hyun was standing majestically.

"Consider yourselves lucky that this old man showed mercy."

Hyunjun Hyun glanced at the broken sword and then dropped it on the floor.

As if it had done its job, the sword shattered into pieces as soon as it hit the floor.

Hyunjun Hyun looked at the shattered remains of the sword with a bitter expression.

"Perhaps my era has already ended, just like this sword."

And so, a very small figure brushed past the bitterly muttering Hyunjun Hyun.

The small figure, Tang Yuhwa, passed Hyunjun Hyun and began to check the condition of the fallen martial artists.

Hyunjun Hyun was at a loss for words at that indescribable sight.

"Young lady, what are you doing?"

"Treating them."

"Are they not the enemy?"

"Isn't the enemy a patient?"

Hyunjun Hyun was at a loss for words.

He didn't even have time to mind Tang Yuhwa's suddenly strange tone.

'The enemy is also a patient. The enemy is also injured. The enemy is also alive?'

He was a man who had lived half his life covered in blood on the battlefield.

The enemy was a target to be killed. That was the common sense and truth of a martial artist.

But, that small doctor was denying that absolute truth with just one word.

It was just a natural fact that made Hyunjun Hyun's mind complicated.

But for some reason, those words were deeply embedded in Hyunjun Hyun's heart.

A feeling that something could move forward even more.

At that moment, a dizziness came over Hyunjun Hyun's eyes.

But soon, his old and shabby appearance came into his eyes.

"Am I too old to be greedy for more?"

Hyunjun Hyun smiled without any lingering attachment and approached Tang Yuhwa, who was taking care of the patients.

"Is there anything this old man can help with?"

"As a matter of fact, I needed a hand."

As the number of hands increased, Hyunjun Hyun helped the brightening Tang Yuhwa and took care of the patients he had created.

Just before Namgung Jehyun and Zhang Sanfeng clashed.

Hong Yungae, who had stealthily left the battle, became very embarrassed.

'If I leave like this, my prestige will be lost, but it's not right to fight that incredibly strong monster again...'

In his eyes, the monk Shinseung, who was on the verge of collapsing and dying, came into view.

Since he had just entered Shaolin and was disoriented, he hadn't seen him properly, but Shinseung, whom the strong martial artist on the other side was concerned about.

'He seems to be a pretty high-ranking monk in Shaolin.'

Hong Yungae stealthily glanced at Namgung Jehyun and Zhang Sanfeng.

Although it didn't seem they would clash right away, the killing intent emanating from the surroundings was considerable.

If he stayed here like this, it felt as if he would suffocate, crushed by the atmosphere.

'Right. I'm just taking care of an important person from Shaolin. I'm definitely not running away!'

Shamelessly, and yet, while observing the two who were about to clash, Hong Yungae approached Shinseung. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Are you okay, monk?"

Shinseung did not respond to Hong Yungae's words.

It seemed he had lost consciousness.

"Please bear with it for a moment. I will escort you to a safe place."

And so, Hong Yungae, by his own standards, rationally left the battlefield.

And so, as he was coming down Mount Song, a martial artist who looked unusual no matter how he looked at him was climbing the mountain.

Wondering if it was an enemy, Hong Yungae hid in the forest while supporting Shinseung.

'That woman is strong!'

At the unusual aura of the woman, Hong Yungae quickly hid in the forest while supporting Shinseung.

'A new enemy? If a martial artist of that level joins the enemy, Senior Zhang will be at a huge disadvantage.'

Hong Yungae hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should run away, regardless of his face.

'When will I, though a beggar, ever get to lead a group of thousands?'

Since he could not let go of his lingering attachment, he immediately put down the option of running away.

'For now, let's follow that woman. If she's an enemy, let's run away without any lingering attachment.'

Hong Yungae carefully put down Shinseung.

"Please wait a moment."

Hong Yungae glanced at the unwell Shinseung and followed the woman.

And so, he climbed the mountain again, and that strong martial artist came into his eyes.

'Senior Zhang!'

There, he found Zhang Sanfeng confronting a monster-like strong martial artist with his arms hanging limp.

'This is! A martial artist that even someone like Senior Zhang can't beat! If that woman is an enemy, isn't this a big problem?'

Feeling a sense of crisis, Hong Yungae fumbled with the Dog Beating Jade Staff.

'If it comes to it, should I hit that woman's back of the head?'

Hong Yungae worried like crazy.

But.

"Namgung Jehyun!!"

Fortunately, it seemed the woman was not an enemy.

A woman who was rushing at the enemy's strong martial artist, Namgung Jehyun, as if she had some grudge.

'Is she on our side? That's a relief.'

Relieved, Hong Yungae observed the battle.

Namgung Jehyun received the attack of the woman, Baek Sowol, as if it were nothing.

'That woman's attack. I don't think I could have blocked it...'

At the murderous battle scene, Hong Yungae swallowed dryly and then quickly stepped back and retreated.

'I'm definitely not running away. Since our allies have increased, I'm just going to check on the condition of that monk.'

Hong Yungae immediately performed his lightness skill like crazy and moved towards the place where he had put down Shinseung.

'A person?!'

Feeling a presence, he quickly hid his body.

This time, it was a combination of an old man and a young-looking woman.

'Why is such a combination in a mountain like this?'

Although Hong Yungae felt confused by the combination that was unsuitable for a battlefield, he did not let down his guard.

'Because there is nothing more dangerous than an unsuitable sight.'

Hiding his body, he observed the two.

And what Hong Yungae noticed was.

'That woman's physique is small, but she seems to be of a similar age to me.'

He realized that the one he had thought was a girl was a more mature woman than he had thought.

'Why is she so small? Could it be that she has learned a heinous martial art that makes her body look small to make the opponent careless?'

Hong Yungae's wariness reached its peak.

'Is it a trick to induce carelessness and take my neck?!'

Seeing her and the old man approaching Shinseung, his wariness rose even more.

'What should I do? Should I save him? But no matter how I look at it, they're unusual.'

Hong Yungae could neither do this nor that and just watched the situation.

Fortunately, the old man talked with the monk, who he didn't know when he had come to his senses, and the small-statured woman began to treat the monk.

'It seems they're allies. That's a relief.'

At that sight, Hong Yungae was a little relieved.

And he inferred their identities in his head.

'It seems the woman is treating the monk. Then the woman is a doctor, and that old man is the doctor's master?'

Thinking that they were doctors, not martial artists, Hong Yungae's heart became very light.

And so, Hong Yungae, who had been watching the situation for a while.

He discovered a martial artist approaching the place where the woman and the old man were.

'If they're doctors, they wouldn't know martial arts, right?'

In Hong Yungae's mind, the situation when he intervened between them was imagined.

The doctors are flustered by the martial artist's approach, and Hong Yungae himself protects them.

Naturally, the imagination of being followed by thanks and praise was also added.

As such an imagination came to his mind, Hong Yungae's shoulders straightened, and his back became stiff.

'Good. Let's go!'

Hong Yungae moved his feet to rush at the martial artist approaching the old man.

But he stopped immediately.

'Why are there so many?!'

The martial artists flocked to that place, and Hong Yung-gae's feet stopped.

'What should I do? Should I pretend not to know?'

Hong Yungae was about to choose the option of pretending not to know.

But for some reason, the image of his junior sister, Zhuge Hwaryeong, sending him a very disappointed look came to his mind.

'...Running away here is too pathetic, even for me...'

Hong Yungae hesitated like crazy.

But.

'Right! It's not a monster like before! If I retreat here too, I'm really just a pathetic guy!'

Hong Yungae hardened his heart and moved his feet.

"Hey, I'll warn you, but stop approaching."

To be precise, he was about to move.

'What is this now!!'

Suddenly, the old man picked up a sword and, exuding a murderous aura.

"Once the sword of Diancang is drawn, it does not stop, you brat."

He literally pierced through the enemy martial artists.

'Hic!'

At the old man's blow, which was so fast that it was invisible, Hong Yungae was startled inwardly.

'Why do masters pop out whenever they feel like it?!'

Leaving aside Zhang Sanfeng, who had come with him, the monster-like strong martial artist on the enemy side, the woman from before, and now that old man.

Hong Yungae was discouraged.

'Did I come here for nothing?'

Hong Yungae recalled the events leading up to his arrival here.

There was nothing special.

The beggars who knew martial arts had just praised him as a leader and he had taken the lead.

'Master.'

For some reason, Hong Yungae felt like he was about to cry, and in his mind, the image of his master, Baek Yoonjun, came to mind.

Feeling that it was difficult to be here, he trudged up the mountain again.

In such a Hong Yungae's eyes.

'Huh?'

The sight of a monster-like strong martial artist almost toying with a woman and Zhang Sanfeng came into view.

'Isn't this a complete failure?'

Although it seemed quite advantageous with the joining of an unusual woman, the monster-like strong martial artist seemed to be stronger than Hong Yungae had thought.

Hong Yungae worried like crazy.

Then the image of the old man he had seen earlier came to mind.

'That old man, seeing as he was taking care of the monk, he must be on our side, right? On top of that, he was climbing the mountain.'

Hong Yungae's mind began to spin furiously.

'He looked really strong, right? If that old man also joins here.'

As Hong Yungae included that old man in the fighting power in his mind, he came to one conclusion.

'It's doable!'

Beyond being doable, the current situation began to look positive.

That monster-like martial artist is now distracted by the enemies in front of him.

And behind him.

'I am here!'

He, the leader of all the members of the Beggar's Sect, was there.

'Then, if I want to stand out the most! Here! I have to do something in this fight!'

Hong Yungae's shoulders straightened.

He clenched the Dog Beating Jade Staff and threw himself at the defenseless back of the monster-like martial artist's head.

Whoosh!

Just before the Dog Beating Jade Staff, which was cutting through the wind, reached Namgung Jehyun's crown.

To seize the initiative, no, to shake off his own fear, Hong Yungae let out a loud shout.

"You bastard! Do not ignore this seat, who leads the ten million members of the Beggar's Sect!!"

It was the roar of a frightened person, resembling a lion's roar.

"Spit."

Baek Sowol spat out the blood that had filled her mouth onto the ground.

A large amount of dark, dead blood stuck to the ground.

'He's crazy strong. How on earth can he be this strong?'

Baek Sowol and Zhang Sanfeng had attacked Namgung Jehyun in a pincer movement.

At first, with their hands and feet matching better than expected, they had thought they had seized the initiative to some extent.

But it was not so.

"You have both grown up. But that's about it."

As if he had been going easy on them until now, Namgung Jehyun raised his aura, and Baek Sowol and Zhang Sanfeng were pushed back helplessly.

'Although Brother Cheon's martial arts are also unusual, I can't even predict that person's level at all.'

This was the third time Baek Sowol had felt this way.

The first was, of course, her master, Baek Yoonjun, and the next was her senior brother, Zhuge Hyun.

'Is that person on the same level as Master and senior brother? Why?!'

As that thought came to her, Baek Sowol's chest became hot as if burned by fire.

'Why? Why! How can such a wicked person reach such a noble realm! What on earth are the heavens doing!!'

Baek Sowol gritted her teeth.

The blood from the corner of her mouth, which had not stopped since earlier, continued to flow.

There was no sound place on her whole body.

Glancing to the side, Zhang Sanfeng was also in no sound state, if not worse than Baek Sowol.

His whole body was covered in blood and cuts, and both his arms were trembling like crazy.

"Let's end this soon. Go to your father's side."

Namgung Jehyun appeared in front of Baek Sowol, who had been looking away for a moment.

His sword began to fall on Baek Sowol's head.

The sword of a king itself, imbued with an overwhelming aura.

A blow that the completely exhausted Baek Sowol could not block.

'Is this... the end?'

Baek Sowol gritted her teeth.

She opened her eyes wide, which were about to close, and glared at the sword approaching her.

As if she would never yield even if her body were cut in two by that sword.

"Sowol-ah!!"

Zhang Sanfeng threw himself to her side.

But because of the distance, it didn't seem he would arrive in time.

And so, just before Baek Sowol's body was cut in two.

"You bastard! Do not ignore this seat, who leads the ten million members of the Beggar's Sect!!"

A young beggar, who had approached at some point, swung a jade-colored staff at the back of Namgung Jehyun's head.

Although he had just appeared, his attitude was as if he had been fighting Namgung Jehyun all along, with a shameless aura.

"Hah, come to think of it, I had forgotten about you."

Namgung Jehyun lightly turned his sword and swung it as if to brush off the beggar.

"Hup!"

At that moment, the beggar pulled back his staff, crouched down as if sticking to the floor, and then rolled back like crazy.

It was a sight that resembled a pill bug rolling.

The proud aura that had been close to shamelessness was gone, and it was a pathetic and insignificant retreat.

But because of that, a very small opening was created.

(End of Chapter)