Chapter 118

Namgungwoon, who had been lying on the ground at Bu Eunseol’s words, woke up.
“No, what do you mean?”
He crossed his arms and said with a confident look on his face.
“I may not be a better martial artist than my elder brother, but I’m not worthy to be beaten by the likes of Shirabe.”
“Have you ever fought a feral?”
“No, but what…… who cares if they’re stabbing someone in the back?”
“Salsu are strong, especially in the mountains, where they are almost invincible.”
“Hahaha, they’re invincible.”
Bu Eun-sul said coldly.
“A large-scale battle in the mountains is not the same as a sword fight. Especially in the dark of night, deep in the forest.”
During his time in Hell Island, Bu Eunseol experienced a variety of battles.
Fighting multiple enemies in the mountains at night, in the dark, is a dangerous situation where you never know when your lifeline will be cut off.
But if the enemy is a killer, no matter how skilled he is, he will surely be killed.
“A battle with the Salish in the mountains will teach you more than a hundred battles with the Mulim in the river.”
Bu Eun-sul said in a low voice.
“If you can survive, of course.”
“If Brother Seol is right, we are surely going to die.”
“Well.”
Namgungwoon looked at Buunseol, who was grinning with white teeth.
“Are you really saying the scouts are going to come here?”
Instead of answering, Bu Eunseol smiled thinly, and Namgungun felt as if he could see a black grim reaper behind him, radiating ominousness.
“Oh, I think this is the wrong one.”
Feeling a chill run down his spine, Nangongyun lay back down.
“Damn. I wonder if I’m going to die trying to get some big-time experience.”
Around three o’clock, when even the sound of grasshoppers died down.
The moonlight was obscured by clouds and the world was filled with silence.
If the Reapers of Mnemosyne were going to ambush, this would be the worst time to do it.
Bu Eun-sul was still standing upright, and Black Mark stood beside him.
Nampungun was even purring in his sleep.
But then the eyes of the crouching snowman glowed in the darkness.
“Here they come.”
Black Mark shook his head, and Nangong Yun, who had been lying on his back, quickly rose to his feet as if he’d noticed.
Tzitzitzitz.
It’s the sound of a grasshopper swaying in the breeze, or the hem of your shirt brushing against the grain of a tree.
“Judging by the sound of them hitting the ground, it’s at least two dozen.”
Black Mark pressed his ear to the ground, and Frostbite stood up and spoke.
“Don’t wait. Strike first.”
“I, you mean me?”
Black Mark swallowed hard.
He knew the fears of the killer beasts, and he wasn’t sure if the rote method would work against the Yin Song killer beasts, who had been on a rampage this time, attacking the Qin Tian Gate.
“Don’t think about getting rid of them. All you can do is survive their attacks.”
“If you hold out, you’ll get……?”
“Yes. As far as I can.”
“I see.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Black Mark took a deep breath and unleashed his Divine Technique.
He stretched out his arms toward the runners, and a dizzying array of thin, rounded memorizations rained down on them.
This is a memorization technique taught by Tang Gong to Black Panther.
Shriek!
The Blood Ring has produced dozens of shadows, but suddenly its rotation starts to slow down enough to be visible.
“No?
Black Mark’s eyes widened at the sight.
“It’s because I keep touching the branches!
Papapap!
With a short scream, the Yin Song master who had rushed through the darkness collapsed to the ground, a blood lance embedded in each shoulder.
They’ve pulled off the ultimate memorization trick, and on top of that, they’ve ambushed him first, and he hasn’t even managed to kill a single person.
“Over there!”
Then those who found the black mark drew their swords and surrounded them.
Normally, he would have fled with the Divine Law. But at Bu Eunseol’s command to hold on until the end, Black Mark didn’t run away, but took out the marker and scattered it.
Ting! Tingting!
But the masters of the music, who understood the movement of the notes, shrugged it off effortlessly.
“Surround them!”
They, too, began firing off memorizations like a salvo, blocking Black’s movements.
Window, window, window!
Black Mark, daggers drawn in both hands, bounced off their memorization, but it was no match.
In less than a minute, Black Mark was surrounded by them, unable to move.
If it weren’t for the divine law passed down by Bu Eun-sul, she would have collapsed and become a widow in the mountains.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eun-sul, who was watching, said.
“Now.”
She pointed to the Nimbus Cloud, which stood in the distance.
“To help him.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Namgungun furrowed his brow and pointed to his own face.
“Me too?”
“I thought you said you wanted to get hands-on experience.”
“That’s…….”
“It’s a good chance. A dark night, against men who are used to surprise.”
“Mmm.”
Nangongyun hesitated.
I didn’t really like the idea of fighting in the mountains with a bunch of reapers.
“Brother Seol. I’ve always been a member of the Southern Palace Family.”
“I’m afraid.”
“You’re afraid?”
Nangong Yun suddenly exclaimed, his eyes flashing.
“Who said you were afraid?”
With a pop, he spat on his hand and gripped the golden blade.
“I’m just embarrassed to be associated with those killers.”
“You’ll know it when you see it.”
Bu Eun-sul said with a solemn expression.
“Scared in the woods where there is no light.”
“Just watch!”
Nangong Yun rushed out from under the mountain where Black Mark was fighting and swung his golden sword wildly.
“Take this!”
Wazzy String! Boom!
Every time the golden sword sliced through the air, the trees around it were cut down.
However, despite its immense power, most of the masters of the music that surrounded Black Mark were unharmed.
“These guys?”
It doesn’t look like they’re doing any evasive moves, but my spearbow keeps missing.
For a time, he fought hard against the Salsu, but few of them fell.
Upon closer inspection, I realized that he was using the surrounding terrain, including trees and rocks, to evade the sword.
“Holy shit!”
Eventually, profanity erupted from the mouth of the golden sword-wielding Nangongyun.
“You little rats, stop cowering like that and step up to the plate!”
The Namgung Sega’s Spearbow Rainbow Sword specializes in one-on-one combat against masters.
It was not an appropriate sword to use against multiple enemies in a dark forest.
Bam! Got it!
The spilled sword herbs repeatedly pound the trees and rocks.
Furthermore, due to his unaccustomedness to the dark, Namgungun would sometimes spill black herbs where there were black marks.
“Confucius, it’s me!”
“Meh, sorry.”
Nangongyun had always traveled alone and had never fought alongside anyone.
As you panic and frantically swing your sword, you keep overlapping the black mark’s path.
“Damn.”
Panicked, he stopped his sword, and the masters of the music seized the opportunity and swung.
Ssshhhhh!
The Yin Song masters scattered and gathered, cornering Nangongyun and Black Mark.
They both fought them with all their might, but the harsh pickling and darkness-utilizing tactics of the Kills were too much for them.
“This is killing me.
Even Nangongyun was so mesmerized that he couldn’t perform at even a tenth of his best.
Black Mark’s head swiveled rapidly as he watched Nangongyun struggle to avoid his own dizzying movements and swing his sword.
“What if I don’t participate in the attack and disrupt the movement of those killers?
The black mark, which has been following the swollen snow, has now reached the point where it can analyze the situation and come up with a plan.
“Confucius, let me try to stop them!”
Finishing his thought, Black Mark immediately separated himself from Nimbus and circled around the feral beasts.
Pooh-pooh-pooh!
And the black marks, seizing the opportunity, spewed out memorization after memorization.
We’re not trying to match the masters of the music, we’re trying to limit their movement.
“Now!”
“Got it!”
As the salvagers emerged, unable to utilize the terrain, Namgungun swung his sword.
It wasn’t a spear, it was a struggle to find a way through the enemy’s weaknesses.
“Bam!”
Unlike before, the salvos were badly wounded by the sharp sword plants.
“I see.
Calm and collected, Nangong Yun didn’t wield his golden blade with abandon, but instead timed his killing blows to the moment his enemies moved.
“Ouch!”
Then came a series of screams.
Black Mark sprinkled his memorization with even more excitement at the sight.
The soldiers attempted to ambush Black Mark, who commanded the Southern Clouds, but each time, the Southern Clouds blocked their attacks like an iron wall.
“That adds up pretty well.”
Buunsul, watching from afar, nodded.
As the two persevered, the water began to trickle down.
Namgungwoon was freely pouring out flesh from a steady stream, while Blackpaw was throwing memorization, identifying the enemy’s loopholes and tactics as he fired.
-A battle with the Salish in the mountains will be more enlightening than a hundred battles with the Mulim in the river.
At the same time, Namgungwoon and Black Mark’s minds flashed with Bu Eunseol’s words.
-if you can survive it, of course.
Only now did they realize what he meant.
If you can survive this battle.
You’ll definitely be able to take your skills to the next level.
“Hey, there’s a bunch of day lizards…….”
The feral beasts of Mnemosyne gritted their teeth.
The plan to scout out the barracks was thwarted by the death-defying, yet watery, nimbus clouds and black marks.
“Retreat!”
With an irritated shout, the flesh-eaters of the musical composition quickly backed away, disappearing into the darkness on the other side.
“Ugh. Ugh.”
As they retreated, Nangongyun and Black Mark gasped for air.
“Gene, you almost got me.”
“That’s right.”
A dark night, deep in the mountains, and a fight with the beasts.
Neither the precision of his swordsmanship nor the speed of his memorization would help him in this fight.
Looking down at the figure, Bu Eunseol spoke up.
“Now you know it’s different.”
Battle against multiple enemies in a dark forest.
It was a different kind of killing than a kung fu match.
“That’s right. Turn it off.”
Namgungun stood up, using his blood-soaked golden sword as a cane, and cleared his throat.
“But I really don’t get it, why didn’t they do this back home?”
“Because I don’t have to.”
Buunsul said, staring into the dark forest.
“Deep in the night, in the mountains, a direct descendant of the Sega fights against many enemies……. That is, unless the fate of a sect or a family is at stake.”
“I guess so.”
Sheathing his sword, Nangongyun is ready to eat.
“So you’re saying that Brother Xue has fought for the honor of the clans?”
At that question, Bu Eun-sul was stony silent.
To become a ten-horse warrior, he fought to the death with countless other warriors in the Hellmouth.
Such training has rarely been practiced in the history of the Wulin, and only the Ten Demon Warriors who survived the Hell City have experienced it.
“Mr. Confucius. Was the ambush a success?”
That’s when Blackfoot gave me a worried look.
“If they’re sending scouts this way, that means they’re aware of our movements, and I don’t think the…… ambush will work.”
Black Mark had seen through Bu Eunseol’s character.
If he had expected the Nangyindae ambush to succeed, he would not be lazily guarding his barracks here.
“In order to take the enemy by surprise, you need to know the battlefield situation like the back of your hand. But Qin Tianmen’s schedule was too rushed.”
Bu Eunseol lifted her head and looked northward, where the Nangmen had left.
“They will probably fail miserably.”
Black Mark nodded in silence, then said something strange.
“It seems that there really is nothing Confucius doesn’t know. No matter how much experience you have, you will never be able to…….”
“It’s not a powerhouse experience.”
“What?”
Buunsul turned away instead of answering.
“At that time, the Huangzhou province had an immeasurable number of visiting martial artists.
And then, suddenly, I remembered the past.
At that time, the Huangzhou province was a place of constant feuds and clashes between political factions. Countless martial artists, or samurai, fought and died.
Bu Eun-sul always inferred their deaths with Bu Zhan-yang while salting.
It was the equivalent of studying and understanding the strategies and habits of the warriors on a daily basis.
“Now get some rest.”
She lay down in the bushes and closed her eyes.
As dawn broke, there were shadows walking toward the barracks, their footsteps muffled.
They were all marinated in blood, their eyes unglazed.
“…….”
Leaning against the rocks, Black Mark and Nangongyun looked at each other, their mouths agape.
This is because Buunsul’s prediction was eerily accurate.