CLS-Chapter 594

Chapter 594:

“Uh, um……”

Deok-sam decided to first organize the situation.

So, the current situation is…… uh, so…….

‘It’s not getting organized?’

This was beyond the limits of his head.

The Hundred Sword Castle swordsmen who had rushed past him were sent flying, like balls kicked by street kids, and the swordsman who had been targeting him was standing there with his mouth agape like an idiot.

How was he supposed to organize anything here?

Moreover……

“How annoying.”

Something was slowly approaching.

Deok-sam felt it instinctively.

Beggars have no luck. That’s why they need to be quick-witted at least. The intuition and instincts that had kept him from starving until now were telling him.

Something tremendous was approaching.

Gulp.

The thick underbrush parted slightly and someone’s leg stretched forward. Soon, as the torso followed the leg, Deok-sam tilted his head at what he saw.

‘A child?’

No, no. It wasn’t a child. He didn’t have the air of a child. He looked to be past twenty—clearly a young man.

But a young man?

The moment he saw the figure that had revealed itself, Deok-sam’s head became even more confused.

‘So……’

Probably that young man was the one who had blown away Hundred Sword Castle’s swordsmen. But could a young man handle them so easily?

They were Hundred Sword Castle’s swordsmen.

Even Wudang and Huashan couldn’t easily guarantee victory against them…… no, honestly speaking, they were people who would need to hold back at least one move against those from Hundred Sword Castle.

And such people were kicked away like balls by this young man?

‘Is there someone else behind him?’

That could be possible.

Just because he came out first didn’t guarantee this young man was the one who faced those swordsmen. That would be jumping to conclusions too quickly. Perhaps the one who sent the swordsmen flying wasn’t this young man but someone behind him. That would be a reasonable deduction.

But Deok-sam’s conclusion was a bit different.

‘That face.’

That clear expression containing all the annoyance one could have.

That face that seemed handsome but where the boredom and irritation showing on it ate away at his looks.

He had heard rumors of a young man with such a face. No, he had heard it way too many times.

So, the name of someone with such a face was……

‘Wei Yan-ho!’

Deok-sam’s eyes widened as he stared at the young man.

‘It seems right?’

There couldn’t be anyone else like that.

If it wasn’t something he had done himself, he couldn’t be so annoyed in front of Hundred Sword Castle’s swordsmen. A day-old puppy that gets angry in front of a tiger is bound to get eaten.

‘So that bastard is really Wei Yan-ho?’

Deok-sam forgot even his pain in his bewilderment.

Wei Yan-ho.

How many times had he heard that name until his ears were sick of it? Since first showing himself at Hanrim Grand Academy, every single step of his journey had been nothing but shocking.

A monster that shook the world.

And a monster that should absolutely never be involved with.

Wei Yan-ho was classified as a supreme danger by the Beggar’s Sect.

Deok-sam stared at Wei Yan-ho with wide eyes. Wei Yan-ho, who had pushed through the underbrush and stepped forward, shook his head vigorously and shouted.

“Hey, you!”

“Hul……”

“Where do you think you’re swinging your sword! Trying to die! It’s because it was me that you lived, but what if it had been an innocent person?”

Did he really just say ‘innocent’? 

Then… does that mean he doesn’t see himself as one?

“Anyway, these days’ kids have no sense.”

Considering Wei Yan-ho’s age, there seemed to be a serious error in that phrase ‘these days’ kids,’ but whatever.

He was alive.

Deok-sam reached out and grabbed Jong-gu. If he could just get over there……

“Keueuuk.”

Jong-gu was convulsing.

“Looks like it hurts.”

Wei Yan-ho looked at Jong-gu and Deok-sam, then turned his head back.

“Hey, beggar!”

“What!”

“There are beggars here, and they seem to be injured!”

“What? A beggar is injured? I’m coming right now!”

Damn it, being called that right to my face still stings.

Deok-sam unconsciously pursed his lips.

While he knew he was a beggar, and the world knew it, and everyone knew it, being treated like a beggar right in front of his face made him feel really like shit.

A beggar he had seen many times before popped out from between the bushes.

It should be a surprising situation. But Deok-sam wasn’t surprised. From the moment he guessed that the annoyingly-faced young man in front of him was Wei Yan-ho, he naturally expected that beggar to be attached.

“Deok-sam?”

“……Jang-il.”

“Hey, are you badly hurt?”

“……”

Really, what to say.

Is that what he should be asking right now?

‘Why did the King Beggar choose this guy as Small Beggar?’

He was someone of similar age and similar distribution that he got along with like a friend, but at times like this, he couldn’t understand why this guy was Small Beggar.

“This way. Hey, come this way.”

There’s a sword pointed at my back, you bastard!

Do I have to say that with my own mouth!

“Don’t worry and come here. This bastard has no manners, but his skills are certain.”

“Hul……”

Deok-sam looked back at Wei Yan-ho in shock.

‘Has that beggar bastard gone crazy?’

Wei Yan-ho.

That bastard he mentioned, that is, the person with no manners, was Wei Yan-ho, called the Light Sword.

‘If Wei Yan-ho is here, that means he escaped from the Demonic Cult……’

Then just how many achievements does he have?

On top of all those achievements, he beat down the Poison King and sent Heavenly Flow Sword to his sickbed – that person was Wei Yan-ho. He could confidently say there had never been anyone in history who had shown such ability in such a short time.

And to such a person, what?

This bastard?

These were words that couldn’t be said unless that beggar bastard had lost his mind.

But what was strange was the reaction of that ‘bastard.’

Even though he had heard an intolerable insult right to his face, this bastard didn’t seem very upset. No, rather, he looked very pleased. As if he was feeling proud thinking ‘Certainly I have no manners, but I do have skills.’

I don’t know.

I really don’t know.

Deok-sam gave up on everything and trudged forward with Jong-gu. Stab me if you’re going to stab me.

But as Jang-il had said, Hundred Sword Castle’s swordsmen didn’t move. No, they probably couldn’t move.

With Wei Yan-ho standing there so confidently with an annoyed face full of irritation, who would dare go against his mood?

‘In the martial world, strength and reputation are supreme.’

Deok-sam was newly realizing that fact.

“Ha, this bastard…… got beat up pretty bad.”

Jang-il frowned as he looked at Jong-gu’s condition.

“What about the other kids?”

“They went ahead.”

“……The remaining kids?”

“What are you asking?”

Deok-sam’s voice also carried annoyance and resentment.

“Right.”

Jang-il glared at the only standing Hundred Sword Castle swordsman with blade-like eyes.

“Should I say thank you? For killing guys who would live doing nothing but begging and living like shit?”

As Jang-il gritted his teeth and was about to step forward, Wei Yan-ho reached out and stopped Jang-il.

“Calm down, beggar.”

“Let go. I need to beat that bastard to death first.”

“It doesn’t really matter, but it doesn’t seem like now is the time. They’re coming from behind.”

“Tsk.”

Jang-il strongly struck the ground.

Kuwoong! Along with the sound, the surroundings shook.

‘What’s this?’

Deok-sam’s eyes widened.

‘When did Jang-il become this strong?’

Though Jang-il was a Small Beggar, he wasn’t particularly outstanding in martial prowess compared to other beggars. Though he did show exceptional ability in lightness skills.

Originally, martial prowess wasn’t that important an element for Beggar’s Sect leaders. There were plenty of beggars using force. A leader first needed to be fast on his feet and quick-witted. The ability to collect enormous amounts of information and pick out important information, and sociability were most important.

So there was no need to be particularly strong.

But what Jang-il just showed was something Deok-sam could never dare to imitate. Though he thought he might lose a bit, he had thought he could win four or five times out of ten if they fought a hundred times, but now he felt a difference where Deok-sam wouldn’t dare rush in even if there were ten of him.

‘Did he pick up some ten-thousand-year ginseng or something?’

Well, that’s not what’s important right now.

“This is the rear guard, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Then they’ll come now.”

“They will.”

Jang-il let out a heavy sigh.

“Ah, my fate. How is there not a single comfortable day?”

“You’ll be comfortable lying in a coffin.”

“Ey, really. Even when I talk.”

While the two were conversing, the underbrush parted and several more people walked out.

“It doesn’t seem like there are any who escaped to the other side.”

‘Wei Jeong-han!’

He could tell immediately. That person was the Righteous Hero Sword Wei Jeong-han.

Wei Jeong-han, who had made his name known as a renowned hero of great reputation under heaven. For a while, he was more famous as the father of Demon-Slaying Sword Wei San-ho than by the names Righteous Hero Sword or head of the Guangdong Wei Family.

And now he was even more famous as the father of Light Sword Wei Yan-ho.

‘That gentleman is a first-class important figure.’

Wei Jeong-han’s status had risen sharply not because he was the father of Wei Yan-ho or Wei San-ho.

Actually, that gentleman was someone who couldn’t particularly benefit from blood relations. Wei San-ho was such an upright person that he wouldn’t help even his own father if it didn’t make sense.

And Wei Yan-ho is…… well, what’s the point of talking about it.

Anyway, the reason Wei Jeong-han’s status rose sharply was because he was the only person in the current martial world who could stop Wei Yan-ho.

“That brat’s like a natural disaster. He can’t tell friend from foe, and he acts without reason. He’s like a sudden, inexplicable typhoon. For those who run the world, there’s no one more troublesome.”

That was the Beggar’s Sect Leader’s evaluation.

From that perspective, Wei Jeong-han was like an immortal gentleman who could weaken typhoons and block floods. How could he not be important?

“There’s none on this side either.”

And the one who followed behind him.

‘Peng Dao-ji!’

The legitimate heir of the Hebei Peng Family!

“There’s none here either.”

The Young Master of the Zhuge Family, Zhuge Moon-in.

“Amitabha, there are none.”

And even Mu-san, the next-next sect leader candidate that Shaolin was putting all their heart into raising.

‘Outstanding to the point of being tremendous.’

They couldn’t be called the leaders of the current martial world. But these were people who would lead the martial world in the future. The fact that such people were gathered in one place was certainly a spectacle.

But……

“Hurry up and get moving!”

Wei Yan-ho was shooting fire from his eyes.

“What’s so hard about checking that and coming back! You were slowly watching the situation and planning to run if a fight broke out, weren’t you?”

“……Damn it, being called that right to my face still stings.”

Wei Jeong-han shook his head vigorously.

Even with such figures gathered, they lost their shine before Wei Yan-ho’s presence.

In terms of skills too…….

Eh…….

Mm, yes. Well, in other ways too.

“It’s fortunate that it’s spread out more than we thought.”

At Wei Jeong-han’s words, Zhuge Moon-in shook his head.

“It’s not that it’s spread out more than we thought, but that resistance was impossible. If they were caught, it wouldn’t be fighting but getting massacred, so naturally there would be no battles.”

“Hmm……”

“It seems they moved quite cruelly. I didn’t expect them to go this far.”

Hearing those words, Deok-sam gritted his teeth.

He recalled the Hundred Sword Castle swordsmen who had pursued them as if they had no human hearts.

Tak.

Jang-il grabbed Deok-sam’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry. We’ll settle the grudge for you.”

Deok-sam was about to open his mouth with a tearful face when.

“……You?”

At the words mixed with laughter, Jang-il let out a strange cry and rushed at Wei Yan-ho.

Watching the two bicker, Deok-sam swallowed the tears that were about to flow.

‘The crisis might just be beginning.’

For him, and for the martial world too.