Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Silver Dragon Hero Draws His Weapon

Black Path instinctively slowed their steps.

"Murim Alliance everyone, quickly, quickly come! Black Path bastards are chasing commoners here!"

The young bastard on the ridge was gesturing while calling the Murim Alliance.

The young bastard couldn't have appeared alone.

That bastard was probably just a mountain path guide—the real Murim Alliance was behind the ridge.

"They say Murim Alliance though?"

"Should, shouldn't we run?"

If just neighborhood Black Path, maybe not, but Black Path with hands deep in evil deeds had no choice but to feel fear.

And all these were Black Path who'd entered Luoyang harming commoners.

Meeting the Murim Alliance meant death or entering Thunder Prison.

Their feet stopped completely.

They tried turning direction back where they came.

This moment when Yang Cheonjo's desperate acting was about to work—

"Wait. But didn't Master Nine Black Ghost say that? No need to worry about the Murim Alliance?"

One among Black Path recalled words heard.

"Why did he say no need to worry?"

"He didn't explain details, but seemed to have some connection."

Swoosh—Black Path looked up toward Yang Cheonjo on the ridge.

Yang Cheonjo was also looking down at them.

Still acting, but his heart beat fast and sweat flowed down his back.

"Murim Alliance everyone, here pleeeease!"

'What? Black Path bastards, why stop then not go?'

Something was turning badly.

Black Path's stopped feet gradually headed forward again.

"Thinking about it, would the Alliance use such a young bastard as guide?"

"For him shouting, no sound comes from behind the ridge?"

Their narrowed eyes focused on Yang Cheonjo.

Yang Cheonjo had burst out without thinking beyond this.

Receiving Black Path's gazes with his whole body, his head tried turning white.

'No good! Can't lose my mind!'

Between himself and Black Path—

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Children and a miner climbing the path breathlessly.

Not yet time for his head to turn white.

'Must make them waver. What to do somehow...'

In the whitening head, settled black color flashed past.

In Luoyang, black color symbolized only one person.

Yang Cheonjo squeezed his voice shouting one alias.

"Ink Sword Heroooo! Over here! Black Path bastards are heeeere!"

That alias struck Black Path's eardrums.

"Black Path Butcher?"

Even among them were survivors from sects already destroyed by the Ink Sword Hero.

It rose vividly in their eyes.

Ten days' worth of Black Path massacre.

What became of high leadership with formidable martial arts before the black sword?

Either sliced away—sseok-duk sseok-duk, or shattered away—udeu-deuk, or sliced and shattered, or else shattered and sliced—

"Hey, why suddenly? Get a grip!"

"Uaaah! The Sword Demon! The Sword Demon is coming!"

"Why are you all ? You too don't just stand there—"

"Hihihihit. Hihihit. The cursed black sword followed all the way here..."

They fled all at once.

If feet tangled and they fell, they used hands on ground to flee.

Yang Cheonjo opened his mouth watching that scene.

To think one word of his brought this tremendous effect.

"The Ink Sword Hero's reputation... almost exorcism level?"

"My wisdom recalling that name... insane."

The moment for adding 'strategy shaking the world' to imagination list.

Murim Alliance's strategist shakes his head. With his own head, he can't surpass Silver Dragon Hero, wearing a bitter smile. Probably surname Zhuge or Sima or recently famous—

"What disgrace is this, bastards going to catch a few kids!"

Yang Cheonjo snapped to attention—ppeodeuk.

In his eyes appeared a man of towering build walking from behind Black Path. Though quite distant, momentum wasn't ordinary.

He drew a blade from behind his back. A huge great blade ordinary warriors would struggle to handle with both hands.

The great blade emitted blade energy toward fleeing Black Path.

One Black Path who couldn't guard in time sprayed blood.

At the scene of life flying away, panicked Black Path momentarily came to senses.

"N-Nine Black Ghost sir."

"What the hell happened?"

"Ink Sword Hero, they say the Ink Sword Hero came."

Black Path informed Nine Black Ghost of the situation.

"Heuheue, quite a cute trick."

Nine Black Ghost wasn't frightened by the Ink Sword Hero's name and looked up at Yang Cheonjo.

At that fierce gaze, Yang Cheonjo's legs went weak involuntarily.

"Everyone get a grip. Never directly faced the Ink Sword Hero, but his martial prowess is definitely considerable."

"That's right. I've seen him. That demon—"

"If he's that level of martial prowess, wouldn't he have arrived at the ridge and then some by now?"

Nine Black Ghost's words were right.

Either way, if it's distance that young fellow would shout calling—

"He should have arrived?"

"Still don't see him?"

Nine Black Ghost roared.

"Idiots! Playing into that young bastard's hands?"

Black Path came to senses.

No, this time they lost their minds with fury.

"That bastard sells the Ink Sword Hero to threaten me?"

"I'll cut off all limbs! And torture until he begs to die!"

To such Black Path, Nine Black Ghost issued a cold command.

Roar—unlike earlier when casually chasing children without even using lightness technique,

they ran up the mountain path at their maximum speed.

Yang Cheonjo's strategy was smashed.

'Receiving thanks from Alliance strategist, hell. Caught by Black Path bastards.'

Just shouted inwardly.

Mom, I miss you, I'm in big trouble.

Yet his steps headed toward the children and miner.

Children were struggling climbing the increasingly steep path.

Someone had to block.

"Whew. Silver Dragon Hero draws weapon. Silver Dragon Hero draws weapon."

Thanks to Black Path delaying time, Yang Cheonjo arrived at the children faster.

"Even if difficult, can't stop! Must keep running!"

Children already breathless had distorted faces. Regrettable, but now wasn't time to stop.

The miner looked at Yang Cheonjo with surprised eyes.

Giving brief attention to the staff in hand—

"Martial artist? Still young though."

"Silver Drag— no, Silver Hero is still a bit much. Call me Silver Hero. Quickly take the kids and go."

However, the miner stopped there.

"Kids, keep going. If you'll be caught, scatter into the forest. Forest is also dangerous but just in case."

While saying so, he held the pickaxe.

Yang Cheonjo also dissuaded him.

"Commoners needn't do this. Quickly go together."

However, the miner was firm.

"No time for this. Quickly!"

He urged children to keep running.

Tear-stained faces kept looking back at the miner and Yang Cheonjo remaining behind.

"Why stay? Without martial arts, it's useless anyway!"

Yang Cheonjo stopped pushing him—hesitating.

He tried pushing using just a little inner power. The miner's inner power responded to Yang Cheonjo's.

"Hehe. Does that really exist in me?"

Though a handful of small inner power, definitely existed.

The miner seemed not even to know that.

"You're not a martial artist?"

"Ordinary miner. Long story. Anyway, Silver Hero, even someone like me will lend strength."

The miner's inner power was truly meager—couldn't be much help.

However, Black Path already approached close at hand. Too late even to flee.

"Young bastard mocking us!"

Black Path's faces approached.

Reddened from rage to the limit.

Distorted from frowning as much as possible.

Cruel faces baring teeth at the thought of soon seeing blood.

As if time went slowly, expressions were vivid.

Suddenly faces disappeared from sight and black color draped.

Briefly wondering what situation,

soon realized what he saw was some man's back and the black color was clothing color.

That back was somehow familiar.

Thud—Yang Cheonjo sat down in place.

Breath held from tension escaped long.

He fulfilled his role.

Bought sufficient time in unexpectedly unfolding situation.

While relief and satisfaction surged,

Yang Cheonjo squeezed his voice once more.

"Hey, Black Path bastards! He's here! See?"

"See the Ink Sword Hero arrived!"

Before him stood Ink Sword Hero Jin Yeomyeong.

Just as Yang Cheonjo was certain.

Jin Yeomyeong turned his head looking at Yang Cheonjo and smiled.

"You've grown, Cheonjo."

Yang Cheonjo also smiled answering.

"What? My height is the same though."

Truly heartwarming scene.

"Keuhahahat! Thinking to the end? Ink Sword Hero? Ink Swordo Herooo?"

"Think to deceive us again? Sorry but now it's over. Not stupid enough to be fooled again!"

Two Black Path stepped forward.

These were ones who'd never directly seen the Ink Sword Hero.

The two looked back at comrades.

"Isn't that right? Ink Sword Hero is whaaaat... What? Why are you all like that?"

"Why aren't you all moving?"

Comrades somehow had eyes wide open, unclear if breathing, complexions pale.

As if fainting while standing.

Fainting while standing was correct.

Too shocked at the Ink Sword Hero's name, then tension released, yet the Ink Sword Hero really appeared. Sudden emotional ups and downs were sufficient to lose consciousness.

The two stepping forward looked ahead again.

Man—a man who appeared as if suddenly dropping from sky, a man who came wearing black clothes since much blood seemed likely to spill today—

A strangely shaped sword.

The edge was sharp beyond compare, but the blade was blunt like a club.

Above all, from sword tip to guard, all black colored sword—

A sword Luoyang area Black Path couldn't not know that name.

"Mukheun? Ink Sword Hero's sword?"

One of the two put that name in mouth with trembling voice.

Wuuuuung—Mukheun howled.

A cold voice continued.

"There was opportunity to turn back, yet you remained here. No mercy."

No, haven't you never shown Black Path mercy?

The stepping-forward Black Path felt wronged.

Comrades who knew the Ink Sword Hero were already combat-incapacitated.

Instantly, Nine Black Ghost came to the Black Path's mind.

He was one who usually vowed to wage battle if meeting the Ink Sword Hero.

Even this moment, he might be running along the path.

"Master Nine Black Ghost!"

Whiik—turning head back seeking Nine Black Ghost—

As expected, running fast.

Not here but toward base direction.

"Fuck, it's really the Ink Sword Hero!"

Nine Black Ghost's back was visible.

He was running without looking back.

"That bastard is running."

The two swaggering Black Path met eyes.

Simultaneously, two necks flew skyward.

Now was time for Mukheun to rampage.

Wuuuuung—Mukheun always loved Black Path.