Black City (4)

 

The memories of more than a decade ago, which he had sealed away for himself, came rushing in like a storm, and the Qingshu dojo could only stand there with a stunned face.

Some of the enemies, who had been overwhelmed by the skill of the Silent Beast Seal, began to approach to deal with the Seal of Fresh Water first.

"What are you doing!!"

"!! move"

The moment when Mu Gong and Mu Qing, who belatedly grasped the situation, shouted urgently, skipping respect.

The man who was at the forefront of the charge suddenly saw a sword from the Blue Beast Dojo pierced his abdomen.

That day in my memory that I had forgotten more than a decade ago. The same trick as shoving a knife into a demon's belly.

But the difference between then and now...

Spatula!

He had enough strength and swordsmanship to naturally pull out the sword he had driven into his stomach.

The Qingshu dojo looked at the enemies that rushed towards him, and at the same time looked at the past.

Spatula!

The sword of the Qingshui dojo, which is not a child in memory, moves in a frenzy and draws countless circles.

What should have been a beautiful circle of nature is...

Spatula!!

It was creating a myriad of bloodbaths with an eerie sound of skin.

After slaughtering the bodies of five people in an instant, the Qingshui dojo gave off a disapproving expression.

"It's not a good move to kill them."

It was the Recluse's Festival, which he had been cultivating for decades and was aiming to complete. It was a denial of the Tai Chi Hye Sword.

A biopsy that continues non-stop, draining the opponent's attacks, defending itself, and overpowering the opponent.

But is it necessary to use these methods to slay such people?

As soon as I thought about such a question, the movement of the Qingshui dojo changed.

At the same time that the circular movement has become straighter.

Hooked!

Hooked!

His sword, which has abandoned Yu's trick, moves at a breakneck speed, aiming precisely at the bloodletting and vital points.

A sword whose sole purpose is to kill an opponent exudes a thick smell of blood.

Spatula!

Before I knew it, there were dozens of corpses lying around the area that had been turned into meat.

* * *

Before the battle had begun and a few milligrams had passed, the number of enemies on the ground had exceeded a hundred.

The twenty-odd warriors of the Black City were just surrounded, unable to pounce on them.

And the black merchants and customers who came to the black market had long since fled to escape the chaos, so this alone could be said to have caused a huge loss to Guilin Black City.

If their own safety is not guaranteed, who will come to visit such a black city?

But Mujin didn't come here to disrupt the local business.

And as luck would have it, a middle-aged man appeared through the circle that surrounded Mujin's group.

"Have you forgotten the agreement? You grubs bandits..."

"Are you the owner of this dump?"

"Garbage dump?"

"If there are hundreds of trash in there, if it's not a garbage dump, what is?"

"Uhh Who's calling anyone rubbish now? I don't think that's what a bandit would say..."

The middle-aged man tilted his head and added.

"No, I don't. Now that I see them, they might be dressed as bandits..."

The middle-aged man, who appeared to be the manager, had a fishy look on his face and pointed his spear at Mu Jin.

"I'll try to figure out who you are after I've cut off your limbs. Hit!"

At the same time as he shouted, the five unmanned men who had been standing as assistants to the middle-aged man rushed at Mu Jin's group.

Mu Jin had left the remnants to his companions and was going to deal with the one who appeared to be the head of the Black City Branch here first.

"I'll take care of him..."

The Qingshui dojo rushed at it first.

'Damn it...'

Mu Jin swallowed his insults and decided to focus on the samurai who were rushing at him first.

If I were to go to catch that boss now, it would only be the three of us, and we would have to deal with the rest of them.

– Mugung and Muyul should clean up the guys around them first· Wonder two and I'll take care of three!

Therefore, Mujin quickly sorted out the situation.

The five people who stepped forward were unlike the third-rate black swords they'd faced before.

If you just look at the prayers, the gait, and the posture you feel, you can't compare to the people of the North Wind Country.

"I'll clean it up as soon as possible and help clean water dojo."

Judging from the circumstances so far, it was highly likely that the middle-aged man was the head of the Guilin Black City Branch and the future Vice President of the Dark Heaven Society.

The one in the novel also used a spear as its main weapon.

If that were the case, then his skill level would not be much better than that of the Lord of the Northern Wind Kingdom, and it was clear that the Qingshu Dojo was too strong an opponent to deal with alone.

Mujin rushed towards the frontmost of the five who were approaching for a quick break.

The warrior swung the sword at Mujin, but Mujin didn't throw himself to the side to avoid the Tao, and he dug in straight without shaking his upper body.

"Die!!"

The moment the thief yelled at Mujin, who was pushing his head towards the Tao, Mujin, who had been digging in ignorantly, moved his left hand towards his neck.

Naturally, the creature's sword flew towards Mujin's neck, and Mujin's palm collided.

깡!

With a strange thrust that could not be imagined as a cold weapon colliding with bare skin, the path came to a halt.

“!?”

The thief couldn't understand what was going on, and he looked surprised.

Puck!!!

At that time, Mujin's rain had already touched his face.

"He's a sword-in-the-sword! Be careful!"

Only in hindsight did they guess Mujin's realm, and they shouted and tried to surround him.

At that time, Mu Qing dug in to take charge of the two of them as Mu Jin had instructed and scattered the siege camp.

Naturally, the battle began to turn into two people facing off against one guy.

Unfortunately for them, it wasn't easy for the two of them to deal with Mujin.

– He's a Sword Immortal· You have to attack with the internal technique or the sword technique.

– Who knows who can't do it because they don't know that! He's parrying all his attacks with his fist!

The two warriors who were to deal with Mujin exchanged blows in full tone, but it wasn't a particularly meaningful communication.

Mujin ignored the minor attacks and only attacked the vital points with his fist, digging into the man who used the fist method.

And instead of moving to help the Dharma Master from behind, the man who was wielding the sword aimed at Mu Jin's back.

It was intended to use the Kwon Dharma as a scapegoat and seriously injure Mujin.

Visor!!

As soon as the sword entangled attack hit Mujin's back, a strange metal sound rang out.

But that didn't mean Mujin wrapped his whole body with a gold ball. It was just the effect of Yonglin Temple.

Mu Jin, who had been robbed of the North Wind Seal and had wrapped the Yonglin Temple in his clothes, was able to block the sword qi just by spilling a bet on the Yonglin Temple.

Puck!!

Meanwhile, Mujin, who had slammed his fist into the Dharma Practitioner's abdomen, turned around and lunged at the swordsman.

It's a long way for the swordsman, who was too much to deal with Mujin alone, to deal with Mujin alone.

The swordsman, who was unable to deal with Mujin's ignorant attack as if ignoring his defense, could not hold out for long and collapsed.

Mu Jin, who had sorted out the three of them alone, looked around the battlefield and saw that Mu Qing had managed to gain the upper hand against the two of them, and Mu Yul and Mu Gong were almost clearing out the remnants.

– When you're done cleaning up, Mu Kyung will help you!

Mu Jin, who sent a message to Mu Yul and Mu Gong, moved to help the Qingshu dojo.

'What is it?'

Looking at the battle between the Qingshu dojo and the branch chief, Mu Jin tilted his head.

The sword technique of the Qingshui dojo was strangely different from what he knew.

Instead of smooth, continuous, circular movements, they were fast, sharp, and straight.

It's hard to say that it's hiding your identity in order to hide your identity.

'Isn't it too dense to live?'

It was a void that seemed to look at the martial arts when I turned my eyes.

What's more, apart from living, his skill in wielding a flesh sword was several levels higher than that of the Qingshui Dojo that Mu Jin knew.

"I'll join you!"

I don't know why, but Mujin interrupted the fight by shouting at the Qingshu dojo, who seemed to have his eyes turned for some reason.

"Kids!!"

The branch president, who had begun to be attacked by the two, let out an evil roar.

"Die!!"

The head of the branch shoved a spear into the heart of the Qingshu dojo, but the head of the Qingshu dojo twisted slightly with his eyes unsympathetic and lashed out at him.

Unable to completely avoid the spear, the branch chief's spear had a wound in the side of the seal.

'Damn it!'

The branch leader was also unable to continue the attack and had to retreat in a hurry.

It's been like this for a long time. It acted as if killing itself was the only purpose of his life.

"You're dying!!"

Meanwhile, the newcomer approaches from behind and swings his fists.

The branch leader hurriedly swung his spear at him, but it swung his sword at him, slamming it against him, and dug inside.

Aside from their skills, both of them were just trying to live as if they didn't care about their lives.

Naturally, the branch president, who was on the defensive, finally allowed a blow to Mujin's circle without being able to hold out for a few rounds.

"Phew"

Luckily, Mujin is relieved that he caught him before he commits suicide.

Flashing!

Feeling an eerie feeling, Mu Jin hurriedly moved his bet and swung his arm.

Visor!!

Mujin's fist stopped exactly one inch in front of the branch leader's head.

Holding in the way of the Song Gate Sword that I don't know when it was wielded.

As before, it was a bloody and swift clear water dojo sword that had lost its softness.

"What are you doing!?"

It was a cold moment, but the Qingshu dojo furrowed his brow.

"Why are you drying? Didn't you just say let's kill them all?"

Mujin swallowed dry saliva at the sight of the clear water dojo asking with completely emotionless eyes.

'Crazy· I've really lost my eye. But why did you go back?'

I didn't know why, so I was even more anxious.

But that didn't mean I couldn't afford to argue with the Qingshui dojo right now. You've got to clean up this place and leave quickly, so you won't be caught behind.

"There could be other people like this, so I'm going to have to get information from them..."

Mujin immediately came up with an excuse and spit it out.

Did he feel that such Mujin's persuasion was valid? Qingshu shook his head at Mu Jin's answer.

Pot!

As it was, he threw himself up and began to help the trio of warriors who were still fighting.

Nope· It felt like he was just moving to chop up the black guys' heads.

“··· Was he supposed to be like that?"

It was a baffling change in many ways, as it was not a big part of the novel.

* * *

Shortly after defeating the Chief, the Branch, the battle was over.

Immediately after defeating all the enemies, Mujin looked around.

A sight without blood.

"Hmm..."

"Uhh

"Please save me..."

In the midst of the scene, the alien beings were those whose limbs were bound and trembling with fear.

Those who were brought here to be sold into slavery.

Mu Jin approached them with a sad heart.

"Hiic..."

As the bloodied Mujin approached, the fear in their eyes intensified.

"Don't worry· It won't hurt·"

Mujin said so, but it didn't reach the ears of those who were already in a panic.

Mujin gave up his verbal persuasion and approached them and broke the shackles and handcuffs with his brute force.

A total of seven of those who were detained were detained. There were two young children about ten years old, and four young women in their mid-to-late teens and early twenties. And there was only one young man who was going to use him as a slave who worked hard.

'What shall I do...'

Originally, Mujin's purpose was simply to destroy the Black City of Guilin.

It was a place that would later grow into a huge slave market and support the human trafficking carried out by Shincheon, as well as a place that would become a patron of the Hyukjin River.

As such, there was no plan for those who were held as slaves.

'If I leave it alone, I feel like I'm going to be caught again soon...'

They were like beggars, and it was dangerous for them to travel alone in this area of Safa, where security was at the level of garbage.

"Phew· Anyway, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go with them to their next destination."

Mujin tried to rationalize it and decided to join them.

"Let's just take care of him and these people and get out..."

If they dragged on for a long time, they would be pursued, so Mu Jin and his party left the city with only the branch leader and those who had been taken as slaves.