CLS-Chapter 159

Chapter 159

As the horses charged forward madly, those blocking the path began to panic.

“Wh-what is this!”

“This wasn’t part of the plan!”

These were people who had gathered after hearing that if they assembled enough numbers to pressure them, they would have no choice but to hand over the secret manual.

At first they were skeptical, but as people gathered one by one, they had amassed quite a force.

‘They can’t possibly refuse to hand it over with these numbers.’

When they brought together everyone who had participated in the secret manual battle, the number was enormous.

They hadn’t expected such a large crowd themselves. So surely those people would feel pressured too.

That’s what they thought…

“What the hell is that madman trying to do!”

“Looks like he wants to fight?”

“Against all these people?”

No matter how much they called them a flock of sheep, even wolves would be trampled to death if surrounded by such a massive flock.

There’s no defense against sheer numbers. That’s why the Beggar’s Sect is so fearsome.

But those madmen were charging forward without hesitation, as if ignoring such common sense.

“K-kill them!”

“Don’t panic! We have far more people.”

Seeing the charging carriage, people drew their weapons in unison and began running to meet them.

“Uwaaahhhhh!”

The shouts of the people echoed thunderously across the main road.

Later, Gu-geom Won-sang, who had been at the front, would recall this incident like this:

“I knew there were many madmen in the world, but when a madman is also good at fighting, there’s no answer.”

“Ehahahaha!”

The madman who would appear in Gu-geom Won-sang’s recollection burst into maniacal laughter on horseback.

“What are you so happy about!”

When Seomun Da-yeon shouted, Wei Yan-ho replied:

“Wow! I never knew riding a horse could be this fun when I’m not the one controlling it. I used to think I was going to die from riding horses before.”

“……”

He was thinking about whether riding horses was fun in this situation?

‘Should I call him a monster?’

In any case, he was definitely not ordinary.

“We’re about to collide!”

When Seomun Da-yeon shouted, Wei Yan-ho shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth.

“I have eyes too.”

A sword wrapped in cloth was drawn from Wei Yan-ho’s waist. Then Wei Yan-ho’s sword stretched straight toward the sky and began emitting a brilliant radiance.

The eyes of the crowd focused on Wei Yan-ho mounted on the horse.

‘What is that?’

They too had seen Wei Yan-ho defeat masters before. But back then, he had only shown them striking with his sword. As Wei Yan-ho’s sword began emitting light, the crowd recoiled in terror.

“Heave-ho!”

Wei Yan-ho raised his sword and brought it straight down.

KWAAAANG!

A blinding light illuminated the area brilliantly. At the same time, a gorgeous light that was unbearable to look at directly burst forth.

Gu-geom Won-sang, who had squeezed his eyes shut, slowly opened them when he felt the light in front of him disappear.

“What the…”

Won-sang’s eyes immediately bulged as if they might tear.

Right in front of his feet, a massive crater had been created. The sword strike Wei Yan-ho had just unleashed had carved through the ground like clay.

Won-sang’s body began trembling as he saw the scene unfolding before his eyes.

‘This… this is a trace made by a human?’

With just one sword strike?

This was almost the size of a pond.

Even military cannons wouldn’t produce such power.

“H-how…”

Won-sang tried to accept the incomprehensible situation, but there was no need to do so.

Neighhhhhh!

The carriage carrying Wei Yan-ho was charging toward the massive crater that had been carved out.

“Hiik?”

Wei Yan-ho struck Won-sang with his sword while still mounted on the horse.

It was too fast to dodge.

PAAAANG!

With a sound like striking a leather drum, Wei Yan-ho’s sword struck Won-sang’s buttocks directly.

Won-sang shot up into the sky, his mouth agape, unable to even scream from the indescribable pain he felt in his rear.

Regardless, Wei Yan-ho spurred his horse forward without looking back.

“Let’s go!”

Bang! Paang! Paaang!

Wei Yan-ho struck down everyone he saw in front of him.

While he couldn’t cut with the blade, Wei Yan-ho had no qualms about hitting people with his sheathed sword. Besides, weren’t these people who had gathered to steal his secret manual without paying a single coin?

There wasn’t an ounce of guilt in his conscience.

“G-get out of the way! He’s coming this way!”

“Don’t push! There’s nowhere to go here!”

Because too many people had gathered, those who couldn’t move freely watched Wei Yan-ho charging at them but couldn’t escape.

“Rather charge at him! Rather!”

If they couldn’t run away, they had no choice but to attack.

“Damn it, we can’t let the secret manual go like this!”

“We outnumber them! Don’t be scared and drag him down!”

Cornered, they began charging at Wei Yan-ho instead. Wei Yan-ho sneered at the sight.

“Hmph.”

Wei Yan-ho wasn’t one to be frightened by charging bandits. Wei Yan-ho swung his sword in circles and shouted:

“You can’t take it without paying!”

Seomun Da-yeon’s face contorted.

“Money talk in the middle of all this?”

“If not now, when else! Right now those bastards are trying to take my stuff for free! May you all go bald!”

Hearing this, Musan vowed that someday he would designate that bastard as a Shaolin public enemy.

“Amitabha!”

But right now, he had no choice but to help Wei Yan-ho.

“Ahhh! What is this?”

“M-my body is being pushed back?”

Shaolin martial arts were the heaviest under heaven. If one set their mind to it, they could crush an opponent, but in cases like this, they could also push opponents back with irresistible force.

A Shaolin supreme technique.

Prajna Great Power unfolded, and those who had been charging at the side of the carriage were pushed back.

“Amitabha, I understand your feelings, but coveting another’s possessions without compensation is not the right way. Please withdraw, benefactors.”

“What are you saying, you baldy!”

Throb!

Blood vessels bulged on Musan’s forehead.

“I’m not bald, I just shaved my head…”

“Die! Baldy!”

“I’m telling you I’m not!”

Thwack!

Without realizing it, Musan unleashed his Hundred-Step Divine Fist and sent the charging person flying far into the sky, then repeatedly pressed his palms together and chanted Buddha’s name in shock at his own actions.

“Amitabha! Amitabha!”

There’s a demon in my heart! A demon!

No matter how angry he was, to unleash the Hundred-Step Divine Fist on a person without mercy!

“That baldy is hitting people!”

“Uwaaahhhhh!”

The legend of the Blood Arhat, whose fists never knew a day without blood, was beginning.

While Wei Yan-ho and Musan were rampaging, the person achieving the most brilliant results was undoubtedly Jomu-rae… no, Gong Mu-jin.

“Here’s a nobody! You bastards!”

Gong Mu-jin was unleashing his sword madly, with demonic fire blazing from both eyes.

He was literally a sword demon incarnate.

“Taste this nobody’s sword!”

That single word “nobody” had wounded his heart so deeply that Gong Mu-jin’s sword continuously drew plum blossoms in the air. People recoiled in terror before that overwhelming majesty, but Gong Mu-jin’s sword was merciless.

“This much won’t quell my anger!”

Gong Mu-jin roared and continuously swung his sword, while Lee Seol-hwa matched his pace beside him, wielding her sword in coordination.

“Hey, this girl looks pretty cute…”

“I won’t give you my disciple, you bastard!”

“Who asked for her!”

Even in the midst of all this, Gong Mu-jin was looking after Lee Seol-hwa.

“Ugh.”

Eon-hyo struck down those charging at him while continuously sighing.

“So why are we…”

“…If you have time to lament, knock down one more person, Brother Eon. Now that it’s come to this, they won’t try to let us leave alive.”

“Ugh.”

The Eon Family Fist wasn’t meant to be used in places like this.

Though his heart felt black as coal, Eon-hyo had no choice but to push back the surrounding people.

Just then, the carriage window slid open with a rattle, and Shangguan Hong poked his head out.

“Th-that place hurts so much I can’t bear it. Couldn’t you go a bit slower?”

“……”

Eon-hyo looked up at the sky with slightly teary eyes.

Just where exactly had everything gone so wrong?

“Uwaaahhh! You beggars!”

“Beggars who don’t even have two gold coins, how dare you bare your teeth!”

“…W-watch your words. More than half the people here took loans.”

“Ahem, sorry. I was being thoughtless.”

The scribes chasing behind the carriage were dealing with any remaining people after the carriage occupants had handled the first wave.

They too found it burdensome to face these people with real swords, so those with swords struck with the flat of their blades, and those with sabers used the flat side to beat down the charging people.

At first, the mood was good.

Wei Yan-ho’s group had broken their momentum once, and the martial skills of the charging people weren’t very high.

But soon problems arose.

After the carriage had broken through about half the human barrier, more and more people began charging from behind. And when the carriage had almost broken through the wall of people, now most of the crowd began chasing them.

They hadn’t noticed while breaking through, but when all those people began chasing from behind, it felt like a massive wave was surging from their backs. Seeing people rushing forward furiously like a burst dam, everyone’s faces began to turn pale.

“H-hurry up!”

“If we get swept up in that, we’ll die!”

“Uwaaahhh! Front! Front! Go faster! Faster!”

Wei Su-ryeon, seeing the surging crowd from atop the carriage, screamed in terror.

“Brother! Brother! It’s no joke behind us! We need to go faster!”

“I want to go faster but I can’t!”

“Why?”

“The city gate.”

When Wei Su-ryeon turned her head, she saw Luoyang’s massive city wall. And the firmly closed city gate.

“No, no way…”

They had ridden the momentum and broken through relatively easily, but if their speed decreased, those people would overwhelm them. Then they wouldn’t be able to end it without bloodshed like now.

“What do we do, brother! The gate is closed!”

“We’ll open it.”

“How do you open it? The city gates don’t open at night. Shouldn’t we change direction?”

At Wei Su-ryeon’s words, Seomun Da-yeon looked at Wei Yan-ho with a worried expression.

“Can we keep going?”

“Trust me and go! Straight ahead!”

Wei Yan-ho said this and stood up on the horse’s back with both feet.

Seomun Da-yeon’s heart began to feel increasingly anxious when she glimpsed the sinister smile on Wei Yan-ho’s lips.

“Wh-what are you trying to do?”

“Actually, I’ve always wanted to try this once.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a very appropriate time, so let’s do it appropriately. Then the gate will definitely open.”

Wei Yan-ho sheathed his sword at his waist and began giggling. Then he took out a golden gleaming small sword from his bosom and raised it above his head.

‘Th-that?’

Seomun Da-yeon’s eyes widened.

The sentries guarding the gate saw the carriage charging madly toward the gate and screamed in terror:

“Stop! Stop right there!”

At that moment, a brilliant golden light burst forth from the sword Wei Yan-ho held.

Wei Yan-ho, holding the golden-gleaming sword high, looked at the sentries with a solemn expression, then began shouting in a loud voice that shook the world:

“Secret Royal Inspector! Come forth!”

Gong Mu-jin, who had been following behind, lowered his sword weakly and muttered:

“…He does all sorts of things.”