CLS-Chapter 445

Chapter 445:

“Krrrr?“

The madmen turned their heads in unison, noticing Wei Yan-ho charging toward them.

“Kruuu…“

No matter how insane they were, their instincts hadn’t disappeared. The madmen hesitated, sensing the aura emanating from Wei Yan-ho’s body.

But that was only momentary.

“KRAAAAHHH!“

As if proving they weren’t mad for nothing, the madmen began screaming like banshees and charging toward Wei Yan-ho.

“What?”

Wei Yan-ho snorted as if dumbfounded.

“Do these bastards think I’m easy prey?”

Taking down all of them would be nothing. He could just beat them senseless and be done with it.

The reason he was being dramatic was because he couldn’t treat them roughly. No matter how afflicted they were with Qi Deviation, if he slaughtered the Sichuan Tang Family’s martial artists like dogs, his future relationship with the family would become awkward.

Thinking of the Dark King’s face, foaming at the mouth in fury, made him sigh involuntarily.

Given his temperament, he wanted to just blow them all away regardless…

‘Father would grind me to powder.’

It seemed that old man had firmly set his sights on him today. If he acted rashly on a day like this, he risked breaking his back. With important matters ahead, it would be better to do as he wished if possible…

“KAAAAHHH!“

“An adult is thinking here, you bastard!”

Puuuuuung!

Wei Yan-ho unconsciously kicked one of the Tang Family’s martial artists charging at him high into the sky.

“Damn, this isn’t right…”

His head might think various thoughts, but the body is always honest, isn’t it? Moreover, Wei Yan-ho was someone whose body moved faster than his head.

It was strange beyond measure that a lazy bastard had reached a level where his body reacted instinctively, but it was a natural development from responding to Baek Mu-han’s educational policy of not distinguishing between day and night, friend and foe.

And the price for that was, of course, as expected.

“Be gentle, you bastard! Gentle! Can’t you understand words?”

Wei Yan-ho’s mouth jutted out.

He stopped his charging body abruptly and turned his head to shout at Wei Jeong-han.

“Your son is fighting and clashing swords with madmen, and that’s what you say as a parent? Huh?”

“Seeing you have time to flap your mouth, you seem to have plenty of leisure.”

“Damn it! Maybe I should just take a sword wound and collapse!”

“Go ahead and try. Do you think I don’t know you’re the type who cries even when pricked by a needle?”

“Ugh…”

That was true.

If he hadn’t disliked getting hurt in the first place, there would have been no reason to train as Baek Mu-han instructed. The second thing Wei Yan-ho hated most in the world was someone bothering him while he was being lazy, and the first thing he hated most was pain.

How annoying was pain?

Even in that most beautiful situation of lying in bed and rolling around comfortably, if his body hurt, he couldn’t fully enjoy that situation.

“Tsk.“

Wei Yan-ho clicked his tongue and turned his head.

Perhaps because they saw one of their comrades get kicked away?

Even in their madness, they seemed to have enough sense left to distinguish such things, as the madmen weren’t easily charging at Wei Yan-ho.

“This is problematic.”

“Huh!”

Wei Jeong-han turned around in surprise. Zhuge Wu, who had been sent flying far away, had somehow approached right next to him.

“When did you get here?”

Zhuge Wu cleanly ignored Wei Jeong-han’s words. Instead, he continued his explanation as if he had never been sent flying.

“I thought they would completely lose their reason due to the madness, but… it seems they’re capable of some discernment.”

“Mm?”

“If they have the intelligence to know their opponent is stronger and stop, they’ll be more difficult to deal with. It means it’ll be hard to trap them.”

“That’s true indeed.”

Wei Jeong-han was drawn into Zhuge Wu’s reasoning.

“The fortunate thing is that they can’t properly utilize their martial arts.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Their hands aren’t reaching for their hidden weapon pouches. For a martial artist of the Sichuan Tang Family, when combat breaks out, having their hands ready at their hidden weapon pouches should be the natural principle.”

At Zhuge Wu’s words, Wei Jeong-han narrowed his eyes and observed the madmen closely.

‘Indeed.’

The Sichuan Tang Family’s specialty was poison and hidden weapons. When combat occurred, preparing to deploy hidden weapons first should be the priority. But their hands weren’t reaching for the green hidden weapon pouches hanging at their waists.

‘They’ve forgotten even their martial arts?’

It was incomprehensible.

They had the mind to understand their enemy’s strength, but couldn’t utilize the martial arts they’d practiced their entire lives?

“What value do martial artists have if they can’t use their martial arts?”

This was something that could never be said if one thought of them merely as suffering from Qi Deviation. It was a somewhat abstract statement, but Zhuge Wu calmly received Wei Jeong-han’s words as if he completely understood his intention.

“Instead, they seem to have other advantages.”

“Other advantages?”

“Over there.”

Wei Jeong-han’s face hardened as he looked where Zhuge Wu pointed.

‘That?’

The madman who had been kicked by Wei Yan-ho.

He had clearly seen him fall far away, but there he was, charging toward Wei Yan-ho with ferocious momentum.

‘He was definitely kicked properly.’

It wouldn’t have been fatal. Wei Jeong-han had seen that clearly too. But Wei Yan-ho had kicked him in earnest. Even a decent martial artist would have been unable to get up for ten days after receiving such an impact, yet here he was charging again as if nothing had happened.

‘Damn it.’

It was a scene he’d seen many times before.

Now his thoughts were moving from suspicion to certainty.

“In other words…”

“Yes.”

Zhuge Wu said decisively.

“It means their bodies have become incredibly resilient. Moreover, looking at the demonic energy faintly emanating from them, it’s certain. That is…”

Zhuge Wu said with conviction.

“Identical to the symptoms of those who have consumed the Demonic Cult’s Blood Explosion Pills.”

Wei Yan-ho frowned.

‘This is really unpleasant.’

His respected(?) master had told him never to show mercy to opponents under any circumstances. Regardless of what circumstances or intentions the opponent had, as long as they stood before him with weapons, they were merely enemies—that was his master’s teaching.

Though Baek Mu-han was someone with nothing worth emulating as a human being, each of his teachings was no different from golden wisdom. Even words that seemed like nonsense at the time often turned out to be completely correct when revisited now.

But this time, he simply couldn’t follow his master’s words.

‘What should I do?’

Wei Yan-ho had no choice but to worry.

Actually, he didn’t particularly like killing. More precisely, it would be correct to say he detested it. Killing people without reason was one of the things he most abhorred. His merciless delivery of death to those he considered murderers also reflected this tendency of his quite a bit.

The problem was that subduing them without killing wasn’t such a simple matter.

The face of the madman who charged again was slightly twisted.

It meant he hadn’t properly performed a rolling technique when landing. In that case, he would have taken the full impact with his face and neck, yet there he was, threatening him in such a fine condition.

Looking at that alone, it was clear that cutting off a limb or two wouldn’t stop them.

“Urgh.“

Wei Yan-ho made a groaning sound.

‘Can I call those things enemies?’

If they had stood before Wei Yan-ho with the will to defeat him, Wei Yan-ho wouldn’t have hesitated even a bit. He was confident he could swing his sword refreshingly, whether their necks flew off or their spines broke.

But right now, those people had no ‘will’ to speak of. They only had the instinct to bite and tear at everything they saw around them. Taking the lives of such people was somehow an uncomfortable matter.

“Tch.“

Wei Yan-ho clicked his tongue lightly and turned his head to shout.

“Hey, sword sheath!”

“Yes?”

“Give me the sword sheath!”

Wei Yan-ho threw away the sword he was holding and caught the sword sheath that Zhuge Wu threw to him.

“This much should be all I need to do, so don’t blame me later if you wake up with some broken bones.”

Wei Yan-ho infused True Qi into the sword sheath, which began emitting a subtle white light, and walked steadily forward.

His contemplation had been long, but the conclusion was simple. That said, he couldn’t just leave them be either. If he tried his best and the results were bad, he had no choice but to accept those results as they were. If their luck was bad, they would die, and if their luck was good, they would live.

Perhaps sensing the fighting spirit emanating from Wei Yan-ho’s body, the madmen screamed strange cries toward Wei Yan-ho. However, they couldn’t readily charge and instead staggered backward.

But that too was momentary.

“KRAAAAHHH!“

A death rattle-like scream erupted, and the madmen began charging toward Wei Yan-ho with full force.

It was a threatening movement like beasts charging at full speed for a hunt. Wei Yan-ho’s eyes sank coldly as he watched that scene.

Demonic energy.

Dark and subtle demonic energy was emanating from their bodies. Wei Yan-ho gripped his sword sheath tightly, disgusted by that sticky feeling.

Wuuuuuuung!

The sword sheath trembled parrr parrr as if unable to handle the excessively infused True Qi. Wei Yan-ho firmly pressed down on the sword sheath that was flapping like a live fish and extended it forward.

Then he began charging straight ahead.

“Hup-cha!“

As he struck the thigh of a charging madman directly, the madman’s leg bent in a strange direction and spun like a top in the air.

“Th-that…!”

The Dark King, who had belatedly run over and witnessed what Wei Yan-ho was doing, spewed foam from his mouth.

“Hup-cha-cha-cha!“

Wei Yan-ho’s sword sheath swept through the air with great enthusiasm.

Puh-puh-puh-puh-puh-puk!

Anyone who heard it would have thought it was an excited master beating drums. If what was getting beaten were dogs instead of people, it would have been mayhem that would make the Beggar’s Sect leader break his dog-beating staff.

There could be no more spirited way to beat something.

But unfortunately, what was getting beaten now were people, and those watching could only stamp their feet in distress.

‘Wow, this is no joke.’

Wei Jeong-han also clicked his tongue.

Of course, he knew. Wei Yan-ho’s attacks weren’t as lethal as they appeared. Rather, those flashy movements were meant to protect his opponents.

Unable to simply target vital points concisely, and having to change his sword’s position according to his opponents’ resistance while aiming for the least fatal spots, the result looked like a sword dance.

But only someone who could understand the true nature hidden within those flashy techniques would know that, and to casual observers…

“Th-that…”

“He’s killing them all! Killing them all!”

Those watching the situation pointed fingers at what Wei Yan-ho was doing in horror.

For those without the ability to examine the inner workings of techniques, Wei Yan-ho just appeared to be gleefully beating the Tang Family’s disciples like dogs.

Gulp.

The sound of dry swallowing could be heard from various places.

Moreover…

“Die! Die! Just die already!”

‘…That crazy bastard.’

Wei Jeong-han covered his face in dismay.