Buk Myeong-woo, who had entered the room, smelled the strong scent of blood and hurriedly approached Wang Yao.

Buk Myeong-woo, who had wet his feet in the pool of blood on the floor, knew that Wang Yao was already dead.

"Pavilion Master Wang."

Buk Myeong-woo, with a frown, lifted Wang Yao, who was slumped over the table. His face, leaning against the chair with his eyes wide open, was pale.

The atmosphere was strange, as Wang Yao, who had been chatting with him just a moment ago, was dead.

"Did he hit and run?"

Buk Myeong-woo, who muttered as he closed the dead Wang Yao's eyes, felt a chill run down his spine.

"A warning?"

The enemy had entered his room as if to show off, killed Wang Yao, and leisurely left.

It felt like the enemy's display of power, that he could kill him at any time.

The guards who were guarding the guest hall were also dead, and no one had seen the enemy's figure.

"What a bold bastard. How can this be?"

Buk Myeong-woo, who was muttering and examining his room and surroundings, quickly turned his body and raised his sword as he felt a chill behind him.

He saw a small, sparkling light. It was the sword ring of the Sword Bullet Art created by Jin Sa-wol.

Clang!

Buk Myeong-woo, who had blocked the Sword Bullet Art by swinging his sword with a sharp metallic sound, could not withstand the tremendous sword power and was pushed back, breaking through the window.

With a boom! sound, Buk Myeong-woo, who had landed in the yard, moved his sword left and right about ten times and created a barrier of sword energy.

It was the form of the Wind Soul Advance from the Divine Wind Sword Art of the Baekgeom Mun.

Although the sound of the wind, swish!, spread in all directions, the enemy's figure could not be seen.

Whirl!

The swirling wind disappeared, and about ten sword energies split the wall of the house, but the enemy could not be found.

"Where are you!"

Buk Myeong-woo shouted and turned his head left and right. But only his own shout echoed.

"Pavilion Master!"

"What's going on!"

Startled by the noisy sound, the members of the Sword Wind Hall jumped over the wall and lined up behind Buk Myeong-woo.

"There's an assassin. He's definitely nearby, so be on guard and strengthen the patrol. Move in groups of five."

It was then.

A scream was heard from the direction of the Geumwon.

Buk Myeong-woo quickly jumped up and shouted, "It's him! Chase him! We must kill him!"

Papat!

As he jumped up, the members of the Sword Wind Hall also headed for the Geumwon like a wave.

***

After killing Wang Yao, Jin Sa-wol, who had also dealt with all the members of the Sword Wind Hall who were loitering in the guest hall, headed for the safe.

Since most of the warriors had left the inn following Bi-sun and Jo-rim, he could easily go to the safe.

Although there were a few guards, they were just blind men.

Jin Sa-wol, who had passed through the forest of Seosan and entered the passage leading to the safe, could see Yoo Geum-pil sitting under a bright lantern.

Yoo Geum-pil was inserting and removing several keys into the hole, and then he inserted a small square wooden stick.

After moving it a few times and then pulling it out, he looked at the dot-like marks here and there and muttered in a very low voice.

It was a word so small that it could not be understood.

"I'd better try making it first."

Yoo Geum-pil muttered and then raised his voice as he felt a presence.

"I'll open it within three days, so don't worry. More importantly, I'm hungry, so bring me some snacks and liquor. My mouth is bored, so my concentration is dropping."

"What great skill."

At the unfamiliar young voice, Yoo Geum-pil, who was examining the keyhole, slowly turned his head with a hardened expression.

Yoo Geum-pil frowned and stroked his beard when he saw a young man he had never seen before.

It was a young man who had entered a place where no one could enter unless they were a warrior of the Martial Alliance.

The black mask held in his hand caught Yoo Geum-pil's eye.

"Who are you?"

"Jin Sa-wol."

Hearing the name Jin Sa-wol, Yoo Geum-pil flinched his shoulders. Although he was quite surprised, he tried his best to remain calm.

Jin Sa-wol thought that Yoo Geum-pil's ability to open this door in three days was amazing. But he was also just a thief who had entered his own house.

Yoo Geum-pil stroked his beard and looked around Jin Sa-wol. The sword held in his hand and the strong killing intent were unusual.

"I heard that the owner of the inn is a young man named Jin Sa-wol. Seeing you in person, you're younger than I thought."

"That's not something an old thief who is trying to open a safe I made in my own house should say."

"I just came at the request of the Martial Alliance. I'm not a thief."

"Who is it?"

"You're asking early. I'm Yoo Geum-pil of the Hao Faction. Haven't you heard? Even though I look like this, I'm an elder of the Hao Faction."

Yoo Geum-pil did not hide his identity.

He thought that if he was an elder of the Hao Faction, he would not be easily killed. And he had to reveal his identity to prove that his words were true.

"An elder?"

Jin Sa-wol showed a faint smile without realizing it. It was an expression full of killing intent.

Yoo Geum-pil hurriedly said again, "If you kill an elder of the Hao Faction, you'll also be at a loss, won't you? The Hao Faction and the inn have a close relationship."

"I heard that some of the elders of the Hao Faction have sided with the Martial Alliance, and it was you."

"I made a deal with the Martial Alliance, but sided with them?"

Yoo Geum-pil frowned and flinched his shoulders. In that instant, a sharp silver flash flew towards Jin Sa-wol's glabella.

Since it was a close distance, it seemed impossible to avoid. But Jin Sa-wol turned his head to the side and followed the flying hidden weapon with his eyes.

It was a very thin hidden weapon in the shape of a fang.

Thwack!

As the hidden weapon was embedded in the wall, Jin Sa-wol turned his head and looked at Yoo Geum-pil.

Yoo Geum-pil was looking at Jin Sa-wol with his eyes wide open. His pupils were shaking greatly.

A drop of blood that had flowed from his forehead wet Yoo Geum-pil's face.

A dagger was embedded in his forehead, from which blood was flowing. It was the Night Flower thrown by Jin Sa-wol.

With the hidden weapon technique of the Shadowless Flying Art, when Yoo Geum-pil threw a hidden weapon, Jin Sa-wol also threw the Night Flower with his left hand.

The Night Flower was deeply embedded in Yoo Geum-pil's forehead and was spouting blood.

"How can this be..."

Yoo Geum-pil, as if he were dumbfounded, extended both his hands towards the approaching Jin Sa-wol.

"You will die..."

Jin Sa-wol, listening to Yoo Geum-pil's story, pulled out the Night Flower embedded in his forehead and then turned his body without any lingering attachment.

Thump!

The sound of Yoo Geum-pil falling to the floor echoed in the hall.

***

Jin Sa-wol, who had returned to the room where Wang Yao was dead like a ghost, hid behind a wall, held his breath, and waited for Buk Myeong-woo and Seok Jeong-bi to return.

Just one move. He intended to kill with the stab of the One Sword Killing Ghost.

As dawn came, the darkness in the night sky disappeared. When the dark blue sky was visible, Buk Myeong-woo came in.

He was examining Wang Yao's corpse, spouting useless words.

Whoosh!

When he saw a gap, Jin Sa-wol quickly stabbed his sword. But an unexpected thing happened.

Buk Myeong-woo had blocked his stab.

He had made a sword ring with a stab containing half of his internal energy.

It was like lightning, so Buk Myeong-woo should have died in the blink of an eye. But Buk Myeong-woo quickly moved his sword and blocked it.

Clang!

"Keuk!"

Buk Myeong-woo, who had been pushed back with a groan, broke through the window and went outside. As he chased him and stabbed his sword, it seemed as if sword energy was rampant.

'It means he didn't just become a pavilion master.'

Jin Sa-wol disappeared into the house.

Rumble!

The sound of urgent footsteps and the fluttering of clothes vibrated in all directions.

It was a considerable number. It was a very troublesome task to deal with all of them.

Jin Sa-wol changed his plan and headed for the Geumwon.

The guards who were guarding the gate of the Geumwon flashed through his mind.

"Kraaak!"

The guard who had let out a scream and fallen gasped for breath and grabbed his heart.

Blood continued to flow from there, but his killing intent towards the masked person standing in front of him did not diminish.

"You bastard... I'll kill you. Ugh!"

Jin Sa-wol, towards the guard who was struggling to get up and raise his sword while coughing up blood, stabbed his neck without any lingering attachment.

Immediately after, Buk Myeong-woo's shout and countless footsteps were heard.

Although Jin Sa-wol's expression was not revealed because he was wearing a mask, there was no sign of panic.

"It's him! Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Whoosh! Whirl! Flash!

Dozens of people rushed in, swinging their swords. Jin Sa-wol showed his back and ran into the Geumwon.

"I won't lose you!"

Whoosh!

Buk Myeong-woo shouted and followed Jin Sa-wol at a furious speed. Among the numerous members of the Sword Wind Hall, the one running at the forefront was Buk Myeong-woo.

Jin Sa-wol, who had turned his head, ran along the lakeside, maintaining a moderate distance of about five zhang.

Those with fast feet were in front, and those with relatively slow feet were behind.

The members of the Sword Wind Hall who were chasing Jin Sa-wol had no choice but to line up in a long row after a short while.

It had already been nearly a quarter of an hour since they had been chasing Jin Sa-wol.

"You damn bastard! Stop!"

Since Buk Myeong-woo's eyes were on Jin Sa-wol's back, he could not not chase. It was a matter like human instinct.

"I'll kill you! Heok! Hmph!"

He put strength into his legs, letting out a roar. He thought the enemy was running away because he was scared.

Jin Sa-wol saw Buk Myeong-woo chasing him and the dozen or so members of the Sword Wind Hall following him. And he saw people running from a little further away.

Those whose stamina and internal energy had dropped significantly were even further away.

Whoosh!

Jin Sa-wol turned his body and jumped over Buk Myeong-woo's head in one go, covering five zhang.

Immediately after, Jin Sa-wol, who had increased to nine, disappeared into dozens of sword shadows.

Thwack! Thwack!

"Kraaak!"

"Ugh!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Screams were rampant, and about ten people fell to the floor, spouting blood from their faces and necks.

It had happened in an instant.

Jin Sa-wol had decided to get rid of the ones following Buk Myeong-woo first. They were the elite with skills in the Sword Wind Hall.

As he unfolded the Phantom Demonic Ghost Step and the Soul-Severing Desperate Sword at the same time, the members of the Sword Wind Hall, who were called first-rate masters, fell helplessly.

"What is this?"

Buk Myeong-woo's eyes widened. He was out of his mind as an absurd thing had happened.

In that instant, a sharp sword light flew in.

"Tsk!"

Buk Myeong-woo moved his sword in a circle. It was the Divine Wind Sword Art.

His sword struck Jin Sa-wol's Yuseom Sword.

Clang!

"Keuk!"

Buk Myeong-woo, who had been pushed back by the strong repulsive force, staggered, rolled on the floor once, and then quickly stood up.

Jin Sa-wol, holding the Yuseom Sword, looked at Buk Myeong-woo for a moment.

'He blocked it?'

He felt a strangeness in Buk Myeong-woo's sword technique, which had blocked the One Sword Killing Ghost. It was a feeling.

Buk Myeong-woo was a person who had blocked his sword not once, but twice.

"Pavilion Master!"

Jin Sa-wol, at the sound of the footsteps of the members of the Sword Wind Hall from behind him, extended his sword towards Buk Myeong-woo.

Jin Sa-wol's figure disappeared, and a thin white line appeared on Buk Myeong-woo's chest.

It looked like a thin thread.

Buk Myeong-woo's eyes widened.

The white line stretched long from left to right for three zhang and then pierced into Buk Myeong-woo's chest.

"Hmph!"

Buk Myeong-woo opened his eyes wide and jumped up.

But he could not avoid all of the line. The line brushed his right arm, which was holding the sword, and his side.

"Ack!"

Buk Myeong-woo's right arm was cut off as he landed on the ground with a scream.

Buk Myeong-woo, who had grabbed his overflowing right arm, sat down with a distorted face.