Chapter 18

A deep forest on the outskirts of Hell Island.
Cha-ang! Karararang!
A series of eardrum-splitting metallic sounds echoed as the weapon sliced through the air.
-Crack, crack!
A heart-wrenching, chest-digging scream shook the forest.
The lives of the best and the brightest, the youngest and the brightest, were dripping like petals in the wind.
Hell, too.
Within a day of the Third Hall’s inauguration, this deserted island had become, quite literally, hell.
“Damn it!”
The boy lying on the ground in a puddle of blood, Gongsheng, clutched the ground.
“Ughhh…….”
Although he had no talent and was only at the intermediate level of the Blood Flame Sect and the White Horse Sect, he had like-minded friends and allies.
“We must survive together to become the Ten Demon Warriors……”
Instead of engaging in a bloodbath of death and destruction, he and his companions hid in the forest outside of the city.
However, his companions were wiped out by the shadows lurking in the forest.
These were the practitioners of the deadly art of killing.
The Killing Pavilion, also known as the Killing Pavilion, is the great sect of killing among the Ten Doors.
Its killing techniques were so brutal and grotesque that it was said that even a child could easily kill a martial artist.
“What kind of people are you, to brutally kill those who offer no resistance?”
The forest did not respond to his cry of despair.
Perhaps it hid in the darkness and watched wordlessly, like a dying insect.
Such is the way of the living.
“Sorry, sorry…….”
Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at his companions, now cold corpses.
“I’m sorry you had to die to protect me…….”
There was loyalty and friendship even in the brutal ten-horse tournament.
His companions had been brutally slain for trying to protect the most vulnerable of them.
Wiping away his tears, he slowly rose to his feet and drew his sword,
Pow. Fuuk.
With a resounding crack, something sharp stabbed deep into his left thigh.
“Ugh!”
With a pitiful scream, the robe fell to the floor.
“Ouch…….”
He looked at his thigh and saw a sharp wooden stake embedded deeply.
He drew his sword, and one of the Salsu, watching from the shadows, hurled a memorization at him.
“Woooo…….”
Through clenched teeth, Gongsheng looked up into the dark forest and shouted.
“I will surely kill you!”
Poof.
He reached out and pressed down hard on the stake in his thigh.
Rather than letting the blood spill out of the clumsy stake, he drove it deep enough to staunch the bleeding.
“I must!”
He glanced around, his eyes a mixture of rage and determination.
“Even if it means selling my soul, even if it means becoming a ghost, I will have my revenge on you!”
He snarled.
With a low sound, shadows appeared one by one in front of the royal castle.
The movements were silent and stealthy, as if they had been there all along. They were like the Grim Reaper, bringing death,
“Come!”
The robed figure twisted his sword with a rather pleased expression.
* * *
Whistling.
A desolate wind skims the outskirts of the hell city.
The night is black and dark. A shadow walked across the faintly shining moon. The snow was wet.
It creaked.
His expression is one of nonchalance as he walks down the infernal road, where death descends at every turn.
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
Blood drips from the iron sword in his grip.
For three days, Bu Eunseol circled the infernal road, slashing at the unfathomable with his iron sword.
“I’m tired.”
Feng Shui muttered to himself as he gazed into the distant sky.
It was impossible to imagine that just a moment ago, he had been engaged in a grueling battle.
As the brutal killing spree continued, many of the practitioners were going insane, but Bu Eunsul remained clear-headed.
He had been accustomed to seeing dead bodies every day.
After the deaths of her grandfather and grandmother, the line between life and death became blurred.
She didn’t feel alive, but she wasn’t close to death either.
She lives each day, breathing and moving her body, only to capture the beast that harmed her grandfather.
“Still…….”
Bu Eun-sul looked down at her right hand, which was pickled in blood down to her fingernails.
“I’ve gotten a little stronger.”
Since leaving the Hua’u Sword Gate, she hasn’t been outmatched in hand-to-hand combat.
He was able to transform the unusable Hua Wu Thirty-Three and Hua Wu Thunderbolt at will.
With the sword in his hand, he felt as if he could slit the Reaper’s throat.
-I’ll kill him!
Just then, a pitiful cry rang out from the depths of the forest.
A cry like that of a wounded animal.
As he reached for the hilt of his sword, his eyes faded.
He was not bloodthirsty enough to cut down a man who was trembling in pain, wrapped in vengeance and bitterness.
“Hmph.”
As Buunsul turned away, seeming to hear nothing, another desperate cry reached his ears.
-I will sell my soul, or become a ghost, to avenge you!
Towering.
With a tearing howl, Bu Eunseol’s legs stopped.
Vengeance. The word, tinged with bitterness and blood, pierced his heart.
He gazed up into the deep night sky for a moment, then walked toward the forest where the sound had come from.
Shuffling.
After a few steady steps, he stopped.
“…….”
He gazed into the night sky with a blank stare,
Boom!
He suddenly slammed his fist into a large tree beside him.
Saaaaah.
The tree swayed, and the sound of leaf to leaf could be heard.
At the same time, a fine vibration spread out in concentric circles, and the pupils of Bu Eunsun’s eyes emitted a strange light and expanded greatly.
Using the cultivation techniques from the earth, he had caused the tree to vibrate, expanding the beast’s senses.
Boom!
A fierce radiance exploded out of the darkness.
However, Bu Eunseol’s body had already retreated outside the three sheets.
Papapapap!
At the same time, dozens of wooden stakes were driven into the spot where he was standing.
“Huh?”
As Bu Eun-sul easily dodged the memorization, an exclamation of surprise erupted from the bushes a dozen or so chapters away.
Realizing his mistake, the assailant quickly tried to flee the area.
It growled.
But Bu Eunseol had already blocked his path, and an iron sword was drawn from his waist.
Hiss.
A swift, air-slicing blade spilled through the bushes.
“Cuck.”
With a muffled groan, a black shadow emerged from the bushes.
The shadow, hooded and clad in a spray suit, shivered and muttered.
“How easy it is to evade the memorized techniques of the Manifestation Light Yin Technique….”
But the words went no further.
“Hmph.
A faint line of blood had already been drawn from his shoulder to his waist by Bu Eunsun’s sword technique.
Kuung.
The man in the spray suit died instantly.
“Wrong way to hide.”
Muttering lowly, Bu Eunseol suddenly spun her sword around and stabbed it into the ground beneath her feet like lightning.
Poof.
With a dull thud, blood gushed from the ground like a fountain.
The flesh-eating beast that had been hiding beneath Bu Eunseol’s feet had been pierced through the skull, unable to even scream.
“You!”
This time, the memorization rained down from the trees above her head, accompanied by a shout.
However, the beast of Bu Eunsun had already sensed the position and stance of the attacker.
Whirr.
Having easily dodged the memorization, Bu Eunseol leapt into the air and swung her sword at the tree.
With a snap, a masked figure dressed in a Salsu suit descended to the ground with a thud.
“You’re also from Salsu!”
“Salsu?”
“If you’re good enough to know how to hide, you must be from the Salmon Gate.”
The masked man turned his head sharply to look at Bu Eunseol.
“Why didn’t you come to the Extreme Secret Sect?”
“He was trained in the Extreme Killing Pavilion.
Realizing that the masked man was a practitioner of the Extreme Secrets Pavilion, Bu Eunseol narrowed her eyes.
A killer with a weak vacuum would inevitably be vulnerable in a head-to-head fight.
However, the Killing Master was not only skilled in the art of killing, but also in the art of swordsmanship and dark arts, which made him stronger in a head-on confrontation.
“I don’t know their techniques.”
Bu Eunseol shook her head, and the masked man smirked.
“Don’t lie to me. You’re saying that you can see through the forbidden pole concealment technique that even the strongest masters can’t easily grasp?”
A supersensitive beast that can even sense the flow of air.
It was a martial art that was the antithesis of the killing beasts, who lurked and attacked in stealth or struck with lightning.
“None of your business.”
Bu Eunseol placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, disinterested.
He wanted to test his skills against a Salsu trained in the finest killing arts.
“Wait!”
The masked man, who had been staring at Bu Eunseol’s coldly frozen eyes, crossed his arms.
“I don’t think we need to go head-to-head right now. Let’s postpone the fight until later.”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes didn’t waver at all.
As if he could strike out like lightning at any moment, the masked man’s eyes grew urgent.
“There are still many in the Infernal Realm. Those of us who have practiced the art of extermination have been able to deal with those who have come to this forest in secret.”
The mask’s eyes narrowed as it stared at Bu Eunseol.
“After all, if we take care of the others, the competition will be gone, so isn’t that a good thing for you……?”
Even so, Bu Eunseol’s hand gripping the hilt of his sword did not move.
It was as if he was determined to kill.
Realizing this, the masked man spoke with a vicious glint in his eyes.
“My allies are hiding in this forest. Why would you dare to face me…….”
But his words were cut short.
Like a bolt of lightning, Bu Eunsun’s iron sword shot out and stabbed the masked man in the neck.
“You!”
The masked man, who hadn’t expected him to be so aggressive, let out a gasp of embarrassment and quickly unleashed a katana.
Papa papa papa!
Even after changing direction forty-three times, leaving a faint afterimage, he was unable to evade the sword grass.
“What kind of sword technique is this?”
Instead of answering, Bu Eunsul switched to the Eighty-Three Swords of the Huaiwu Thirty-Three, the Fengyun Manli, the Twelve Swords of the Huaiwu Thunderbolt, and the Pleasantness of the Pleasure.
He’s using the Hua Wu Thirty-Three and the Hua Wu Thunderbolt Sword, which he says he can’t use in the real world, freely.
“Big.”
With no way to dodge, the masked man drew his black sword again.
Boom!
The iron sword and the black sword collided, and Feng Fei’s body staggered slightly.
“Die!”
Having found a loophole, the masked man shouted in delight and stabbed her in the neck and lower abdomen.
Burrrr.
In the next instant, Bu Eunsul’s iron sword trembled slightly, creating dozens of sword circles.
As the sword herbs unfolded one after another, like flowers in full bloom, blood gushed out from the masked man’s body.
“Ugh.”
The masked man, who had narrowly escaped death, gasped and stepped back.
“Scary bastard. You deliberately exposed a loophole.”
Only a minion could expose a loophole in the middle of a sword fight.
Thinking that a vacuum could never defeat Bu Eunseol, the masked man stumbled backward.
Beep.
He stuck his finger in and blew a shrill whistle, and heard a distant crackle.
It was the sound of a cloaked companion calling out.
“Hmph. I can’t help it, you’d rather drink punishment liquor than wine.”
The masked man behind him spoke in an arrogant voice.
“Soon my companions will gather in the forest.”
The masked man, sensing that the fading sounds were getting closer, called out with a smug glint in his eye.
“It is useless to try to escape!”
But Bu Eun-sul stood still, unmoving, with a grim expression on her face.
The masked man, who had expected her to rush out of here in a hurry, widened his eyes at the unexpected situation.
“Why aren’t you…… running away?”
“Run away?”
Bu Eunseol repeated with a dumbfounded expression.
“Do you think that a person who runs away can become a Ten Demon Warrior?”
At that moment, a pure white light seemed to pierce through the masked man’s mind.
To become a Ten Demon Warrior was a chance to ascend to the throne of the First Demon Master.
Would the pinnacle of the Maiden School of Taxation and Finance run away from something like this?
“I see…… who runs away from a crisis, can’t be a ten-horseman.”
The masked man finally realized.
The lanky boy standing before him was more than worthy of the throne of the Ten Demon Warriors.
And that he and his companions in the forest would never survive this battle.