Chapter 23

Cut.
Bu Eunseol’s body swayed like a pole in a storm.
But the black sword in his hand fluttered like a salmon in a river, piercing through the loophole in the great dao.
“Big.”
Fang Yaq gritted his teeth as the black sword, which he’d expected to strike the greatsword, suddenly shot out from his side.
“How long do you think that kind of trick will work!”
Papa papapap!
With a slight tilt of his head, he unleashed a series of three dao techniques.
This time, he didn’t even bother to raise the absorption crystal.
“Wait!
Fang Yak swung his sword like a raging bull, and Bu Eunsul rushed forward.
Swoosh!
The melee began, and Fang Yaq’s greatsword spewed out daoqi in all directions like an exploding firecracker.
“Coming!
Hwoarrrr.
A red aura seemed to emanate from the black sword in Bu Eunseol’s hand.
At the same time, the tip of the sword began to tremble slightly, and the illusion of flames spread across the entire blade.
“Take it!”
With a thunderous shout, Fang Yak’s greatsword sliced through the wind.
It was the Five Tiger Heaven, a one-strike killing technique that summarized the purification of the Five Tiger Moon Dao.
Purr. Pow!
Sword Shadow Sword Light. The shadow of the black sword and the light of the great dao filled the space between heaven and earth.
Kwowwwww…….
As the sword and its shadow washed away, Bu Eunsul, who had fallen to one knee, spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Yuck.”
Bu Eunseol’s complexion was as white as powdered sugar, and large and small sword marks were visible all over her body.
Fang Yaq, on the other hand, was unscathed, standing tall and proud, holding his sword in a lion-like stance.
“What kind of sword art is this?”
In response to Fang Yaq’s question, Bu Eunsul wiped the blood off his face and spoke in a low voice.
“Hua Wu Sword First Choice, starboard side.”
“I thought it was a defense-oriented herbivore.”
“Of the hundreds of blades wrapped around my body, you only managed to pull one out.”
“You’re not afraid of death, are you?”
Changing a sword herb that has been passed down through generations is no easy task, even for a martial arts master.
In order to block Pang’er’s Oho Dantian and counterattack, Bu Eun-sul had to channel the local right-hand fire raindrops into herself.
“If I were afraid of death, I would never hold the sword.”
Hearing Bu Eun-sul’s resolute words, Fang Yak looked up to the sky in frustration.
“Heaven! Why did you give Ma Zhong such a talent…….”
The blood-curdling muttering slowly subsided.
A thud.
Finally, Fang Yak collapsed face-down on the ground.
Fang Yaq has mastered the Five Horsemen Sword.
He sought to “hunt down” talented practitioners, while Bu Eun-sul fought to end the lives of his enemies.
In the end, the difference between the two was the difference between life and death.
“Phew.”
Spitting out another mouthful of blood, Bu Eunseol stood up, using her black sword as a staff.
“Huh.”
Bu Eunseol’s internal injuries were so painful that she couldn’t breathe.
-Grandfather, I can’t take it!
In her spare time, Bu Eun-sul played corpse games with Bu Zhan-yang.
They played corpse games for a long time in an empty coffin, but Bu Eun-sul could only hold on for half an hour in the stuffy, airless coffin.
-It’s so stuffy, I think I’m going to die!
When Bu Eun-sul stood up from the coffin, Bu Zhan-yang chuckled and tugged on his cheek.
-You think anyone can play with corpses? You need to learn how to breathe.
-Breathing?
-Yes. Not only will you be able to breathe for a long time with less air, but you’ll also be stronger!
Ms. Bu Zhan Yang taught him a breathing technique to help him last longer in the coffin.
This breathing technique not only helped her last longer in the coffin, but also made her tired after sitting for half an hour, as if she had slept a full day.
-Halabi taught me this breathing technique, and you must practice it at least once a day. Do you understand?
-Yes!
From then on, Bu Eun-sul practiced the breathing technique diligently, especially because she wanted to beat her grandfather in the corpse game.
But as the days went by, the corpses kept piling up, and the wet salt pans never seemed to dry up. Even so, she kept trying to practice her breathing technique, but lately she had forgotten.
“Ugh.”
But as his guts twisted and his breath caught in his throat, he spontaneously tried the breathing technique Bu Zhan Yang had taught him.
“Whoa, whoa.”
The breathing technique was so unique that it could be done not only sitting upright, but also lying down or standing.
Staggering and scanning her surroundings, Buunsul found a mountain path covered in vines and bushes.
Ducking into cover, she closed her eyes, gripped her sword, and continued to breathe, keeping her eyes peeled for danger.
Chirp.
The sound of a bird jolted her out of her trance.
“What?”
She must have fought Fang Yak at sunset, but when she opened her eyes, it was morning.
He had been standing there for about four hours, sword in hand.
“I’m better.”
No more shortness of breath, no more boiling pain in my blood and intestines.
All fatigue was gone, and his mind was clear, as if he had slept for a day.
“I never felt this before.”
At the time, she didn’t fully realize the benefits of the breathing technique because she was living a carefree life.
However, when he suffered internal injuries due to extreme fatigue and tension, he could clearly feel the power of the breathing method.
“Now…… just a little bit more.”
Looking up at the cloudless sky, Bu Eun-sul could feel the cold.
He could sense that the Three Pavilions were just around the corner, and that even more powerful enemies would appear from now on.
* * *
Finally, ten days had passed since the trials began.
By this time, most of the less skilled had been killed, and the hunted and the hunters were gradually divided.
Those who hadn’t flocked became the prey of those who had, and those who had flocked became the hunted.
“Hmph.”
The boy with the spike in the back of his hand groaned.
Pot.
He quickly pulled it out, but his fingers and the back of his hand quickly swelled from the venom.
His name was Seo Jin Ha.
He was a disciple of the Kinko’s Blood Gate, a master of martial arts, and a sword prodigy from an early age.
By the age of ten, he had already achieved sword mastery, and by the time he was fifteen, he was unrivaled in his age group.
He also possessed keen observation and insight, and as soon as he arrived in the Infernal Realm, he discovered the presence of the Faction’s spies and dealt with them.
Even Xie Jin Hao could not escape the relentless attacks of the organized group.
“You’re out of luck.”
One of the five men surrounding Seo smirked.
“Since you’ve been struck by the special barbs of nature, without an antidote, you will soon die.”
They were all cultivators of the Hellblood Sect, using incredible dark arts and poisonous attacks.
“Hmph.”
Snorting coldly, Shi Jin Hai transferred the sword from his right hand to his left.
“You’re using a left-handed sword as well?”
One of the boys in the group sneered.
“No matter how great a martial artist you are, a wielder of the superior sword cannot suddenly become proficient with the left sword!”
As if the shouting was a signal, the five people surrounding Xie Jinhai began to circle around.
It was a hellish, bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty net that meant that if they didn’t kill all the people who used the Qin Method, they would never be able to escape.
Charararang.
The sound of hammering resounded from their hands, and dozens of poisonous spells rained down like a torrential downpour.
Follow me!
He swung his iron sword to deflect one memorization after another, but his unnatural left hand could only do so much.
As he spun dizzily in circles, the memorization spilled out, and his sword herbs became disorganized.
Pah-pah.
Another memorization struck his right hand, causing his fingers to swell to the point of bursting, and a wave of nausea washed over him.
“This is the last one!”
The five boys shouted with glee as they poured out their memorization,
“Aah!”
A pitiful scream echoed through the woods.
One of the boys, spinning in circles, suddenly collapsed. Someone was smashing the gin from the outside.
“You……!”
Seo Jin-ha gasped in surprise.
It was none other than Bu Eunseol who was outside, smashing the jinn and taking care of the Hellblood Sect practitioners.
“Argh.”
The Infernal Blood Sect’s cultivation techniques are extremely strong, but they are vulnerable to outside attacks.
Bu Eunseol slashed through the five boys in an instant, then sheathed her black sword behind her back.
“Hmph.”
He searched through the fallen and pulled a leather pouch from one of the boys’ arms.
“This is the antidote.”
Except for the masters who work with poisons freely, they always carry the antidote to the poison they use.
Bu Eun-sul knew that, and she searched their bodies.
“I’m not giving it to you?”
When Bu Eunseol turned around with the antidote in her hand, Seo Jinha gave her a puzzled look.
“You can’t see my hand.”
“Do you need the antidote?”
Bu Eunseol’s pupils were coldly still.
Xu Jinqing’s frown faded. He realized that if he shouted, “Enough!” she would turn her back on him.
“I need it.”
He looked desperate, and she nodded.
“I see.”
She pointed in the opposite direction.
“Earlier, near the southern shore, there was a man who appeared to be a practitioner of the Hellblood Sect. Go find him.”
“What?”
Seo Jinha exclaimed in disbelief.
“This poison will cripple my hands in less than half an angle. And you want me to go to the southern coast and get an antidote?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re going to stand by and watch me die?”
“You are mistaken.”
Bu Eun-Seol looked at Xie Jin-Ha with cold eyes.
“I came here to kill everyone, including you.”
“What, what?”
“Only, I don’t enjoy killing the dying. So I’m just going back.”
Suddenly, Seo Jin-ha realized.
Bu Eunseol was frighteningly cold. But she wasn’t cruel, so she was leaving him alive.
“I was mistaken.”
Seo Jin-ha had to admit it.
By not killing him immediately, she had done him a favor.
“That’s all I need to know.”
“Wait.”
Seo Jinha, who had been deep in thought, spoke up.
“There are twenty of us left, including you and me.”
“What?”
“Among them, you and I are the only ones who don’t form a group. In short, you and I are their top priority prey.”
When Bu Eun-sul looked away, Seo Jin-ha spoke slowly.
“Since it’s come to this, we should form a pack as well.”
“We?”
“Yes.”
“Why should I form a group with you?”
Bu Eunseol asked, and Seo Jinha looked down at his paralyzed right hand.
“For three reasons. First, I’ve been researching the martial arts and characteristics of the practitioners before the Three Great Pavilions.”
Then he spoke again.
“Second, my sword technique is strong enough to be within ten fingers of this place.”
Qin Lie’s eyes glowed with a crystalline light.
“Most importantly, this body at least won’t hit anyone in the back.”
The last condition was more important to the group than the other two.
At the very least, you’d have to trust your coworkers enough to give them your back.
“Not a liar.
At the very least, self-respecting people don’t lie.
Bu Eunseol intuitively knew that Seo Jinha was not the kind of person who would back down.
“What are the conditions?”
Bu Eunseol asked, and Seo Jinha answered immediately.
“Until you and I are the last man standing, working together against the enemy and not attacking each other.”
“Good.”
Bu Eunseol replied coolly and threw the antidote in her arms.
Seo Jin Ha hastily opened his leather pouch to reveal a bottle of powder and a bottle of salve. It was clear that one was to be eaten and one was to be applied.
“Oh.”
The antidote worked like a charm.
As soon as I took the pills and applied them, my swollen fingers immediately subsided and my dizziness disappeared.
“Then follow me.”
Seo Jin-ha’s arrogant expression returned to his face, now that the poison had been completely detoxified.
“First, I’ll show you how to defeat the remaining ones from a safe place.”
But Bu Eunseol shook her head resolutely.
“I don’t think that will be necessary.”
“What, have you changed your mind already?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Bu Eun-sul pointed to the distant sky with a bitter expression.
“They’ve all arrived around here anyway.”
Hiiiii!
As she finished speaking, a bizarre sound echoed in the distance.
It was the sound of the demons cordoning off the area.
“Already?”
Seo Jinha was about to panic,
Whirligig. Tu Ling.
With the sound of waves, there were four groups rushing in from the east, west, north, south, and all directions.
They were the ones who had survived all the way from Hell Island.