Chapter 63

There was a moment of silence in the bamboo forest.
Whirling.
A small breeze. Clear, pristine bamboo, swaying in the breeze.
But the breeze blowing near the gazebo was lifeless and the air was as heavy as lead.
“It turns out.”
Shangliang said in a nonchalant voice.
“Too bad.”
Shangliang looked up at the night sky with a wistful expression.
“I’ve been looking forward to going back to the old days.”
They didn’t make excuses. No, they were inexcusable.
I knew that Bu Eun-sul’s personality was not only very cautious, but also very disciplined.
By asking these questions, you’ve already assumed that the theory is true.
“I had a vague idea, actually.”
After a long silence, Shangliang spoke again.
“Maybe they already know who we are? ”
“If you made that assumption, why didn’t you leave?”
“Well.”
Shangliang smiled bitterly.
“Maybe we wanted to prove we were still useful.”
“Useful…….”
“That’s right. Yueyang is a region of intertwined intelligence organizations, and since you’ve managed to keep the Yueyang branch running smoothly and without conflict, I’m guessing you’ve left it alone.”
Taking another sip of his drink, Shangliang spoke in a low voice.
“I was so happy when you killed the Black Apostle on your first mission. I thought we could finally get back on the field of battle with some credit.”
Shoot.
Just then, a breeze blew around the gazebo.
“But we were mistaken.”
“…….”
“You were so much more than we expected, so much more than we could have hoped for.”
After savoring the breeze for a moment, Shangliang spoke again.
“You single-handedly handled all the missions in Yue Yang. Including destroying the faction’s intelligence organization.”
In the space of six months, Bu Eun-sul wiped out not only Aikyang, but also many of the party’s organizations in and around Hunan Province.
“Thanks to you, the faction’s power around Hunan has been completely defeated, and the Yueyang branch can now be run comfortably by anyone.”
I was hoping for a good agent to come in and set the ball rolling.
But, paradoxically, the arrival of so many talented newcomers has completely devalued the pair.
“A hound that has outlived its usefulness is boiled in a pot.”
Bu Eun-sul sat unfocused, as if she hadn’t heard anything.
Hesitation.
For the first time since coming to Murim, you hesitate.
They’re the first people you’ve felt a connection with since you came into the river. But now you must slit their throats.
Ho-Moo Jung Kang, Ho-Moo Jung Kang……!
The sword-bearer was a martial hell where one could neither feel nor give emotion.
“That’s what Sejak said…….”
Shangliang stared at Bu Eunseol with a grim expression.
“Don’t let your feelings get in the way, the end is in sight.”
Instead of answering, Bu Eun-sul closed her eyes.
How much time has passed?
His eyes slowly opened, and instead of hesitation, a sharp light flashed in his pupils.
In a short period of time, he had cut off all the ties of love and affection in his heart.
“I said something stupid.”
Shangliang nodded as he looked back into the cold glittering eyes of Feng Yunsun.
“Okay, let’s get started, shall we?”
Saat!
At that moment, with a strange crackling sound, something sharp sliced through the back of Buunsul’s head.
Eek.
Buunsul turned lightly, and a dull glow grazed his shoulders.
Before you know it, Maun has struck like lightning with his curved scythe.
“Indeed, you never let your guard down!”
Maun chuckles and wields the saber again,
Shit!
This time, Sang-liang, who was standing in front of him, shot out like lightning.
“You always have to watch your back in the big leagues.”
In front of him, Shangliang and Pan Guanfil emitted a sharp beam of light, and behind him, a chill like frost enveloped Bu Eunseol’s entire body.
Self.
Bu Eun-sul, who was running at breakneck speed, changed her position thirty or forty times.
Whirr! Cut!
But Pan Guan Pil rained down like hundreds of arrows, and Sagyeom was curving around and cutting through the retreat.
Chaing!
With a loud metallic clang, Pan Guanfil and Sagum stopped moving.
His longsword slid out without a sound and blocked their attack.
Dull.
Moving like a stream of smoke, Bu Eunsul swung her sword, her sharp sword Qi expanding incessantly.
“That’s great!”
Sangliang and Maun burst into a fit of elation as they fended off the raining sword herbs.
Gong Xingma was an experienced master in combat. No matter how strong her opponents were, she could predict their movements and angles of attack to a certain extent.
Still, he couldn’t find any loopholes in the sword herbs she was pouring out, so he kept backing away.
“Put down your weapons.”
Pausing his attack, Bu Eunseol said coldly.
“You can’t beat me.”
“That remains to be seen.”
Shangliang and Maun exchanged glances.
Wham!
Suddenly, with a whistle-like sound, Shangliang’s handwriting changed.
Pan Guanfil.
It is a kimun weapon made of iron rods pointed at both ends like brushes, used to pierce the yin and yang points in addition to calligraphy.
However, I wonder if the changed handwriting is using the same sword techniques as the original, such as Ta, Heng, and Bung?
“Bon Law?”
Bu Eun-sul realized that Shangliang’s altered writing style was very similar to that of the wushu.
“That’s right. This is the pride of this room, the batting cage.”
As it turns out, Shangliang was from open country and used the Fan Guan writing method to hide his festival.
“It’s an unstoppable herbivore.
Pow!
When the pangwan pen, which was as honest as the calligraphic pen, was added to the hanging pen, the initial number became strange.
“Eek.”
Bu Eun-sul almost got impaled on the pancreas several times.
If it weren’t for the Beast’s ability to sense airflow, he would have been severely injured.
“Where are you selling your mind!”
Then, with a thunderous cry, Maun’s scythe sliced through the back of Frozen Snow’s head.
Bu Eun-sul quickly raised her sword to parry the next round of Moun’s attacks.
Kwak.
Suddenly, the chainmail, which had been swaying dizzyingly and spreading in all directions, burrowed into the trunk of the swollen snowman’s neck with a flash of light.
Pod!
He quickly turned around, but a bloodstain appeared on the trunk of his neck.
‘This is…….’
Snowflake’s eyes flashed, and Maun smirked, picking up the chainmail.
“This is the pride of the Honor Society, the Silent Sword Law.”
Snowflake’s eyes widened.
“These were the masters of the old school!
It turns out that Gong Shi Sengma was a master from Gufa.
Furthermore, his power increased and his movements became more agile when he revealed his true colors rather than his martial arts.
Cha-ching!
Swords, panniers, and chain mail clash in the air.
In front of him is Pan Guan Pil, who fills the space with the super water of the Batting Stick method.
Behind him is a chain of sylph swords that shoot freely, unrestricted by distance.
The combination of the Gu Sect’s supreme weaponry with the rarest of cavalry, there was no telling where the attack would go.
“Good!
Looking at Pan Guanfil and Chainnat in the void, Bu Eunseul drew his sword back.
Pod!
Not only was Bu Eunseol’s sword stroke not fast, it was sloppy, as if he were drunk.
“No?”
However, Shangliang and Maun quickly backed away in embarrassment.
The pressure of Bu Eunsul’s sword poured down on them, disrupting their movements and subtle changes.
“What kind of sword is this?”
Shangliang was very surprised and stopped attacking.
“No name.”
The first move he’d just performed was the culmination of all the techniques he’d learned and the depth of his practice.
“I’m just taking what I’ve been feeling and putting my own spin on it.”
Sang-lang gasped at Bu Eun-sul’s words.
“Wow, that’s amazing, at your age, you can represent the number of seconds.”
Then Maun chuckled.
“Brother. We’re going to have a good fight!”
“I see.”
He took a deep breath and his eyes lit up.
“Now let’s see the real end!”
It was an uphill battle.
The Gong clan’s pair of horses combine the best of Kufa and Mado’s cavalry techniques.
The author, Eunseol Bu, is a practicing martial artist who creates her own original martial arts by combining practical martial arts with her strong experience.
The irreconcilable clash between the adherents of the political factions and the masters of the martial arts was incessant, and the end was finally in sight.
“Now!
Finally, with the end of the battle in sight, Bu Eunseol pulled out all the stops.
Condensing the sword blade that had been swirling in the air into a short burst of light, Bu Eunsun leapt into the net of the composite wall that the Gong Siblings had created.
“Great!”
Mr. and Mrs. Gong realize that this is a life-or-death moment.
They, too, fired two intense beams of light with all their might.
Pow!
A gust of wind blew in as they poured their full power into each other’s bodies, sending dirt and dust everywhere.
Whirling.
When the wind died down and the dust cleared, the figures of the sword-wielding Bu Eunseol and the Gong Siblings stood before and behind him.
“Why…….”
Her voice trembled slightly as she gripped the sword.
The tip of his sword was dripping with blood.
However, the Fan Guan Pil and Chainmail against Bu Eunseol’s chest and back remained stationary, unable to pierce her clothes.
At the last moment, the Gongsi Siblings attacked.
“There’s no place to go back to when your identity is discovered…….”
Sangliang’s mouth was trickling with blood as he smiled dryly.
“I told you, the ending is already written.”
Sangliang looked at Maun, who was standing behind Feng Shui’s back with a pained expression.
Maun’s eyes were still wide open, his chainmail outstretched. His heart had been pierced, and he was dead.
“Maun took a real liking to you, too……. It’s like having a stubborn little brother.”
Bu Eun-sul said nothing.
No, I couldn’t even open my mouth.
Taking a deep breath, Shangliang spoke in a low voice.
“Eighteen. No, I suppose we can call it a buoyant theory now?”
Shangliang smiled thinly as Boonsun’s eyes widened.
“I’ve known for a long time that you’re the Ten Horsemen of Nangyagak.”
Shangliang said weakly, his eyes fading.
“Bon Meng, and Mazen, too…… are taking note of you. Do you understand what I mean?”
Not only in the Martial Arts, but also in the Magical Warfare.
It meant that he still hadn’t let go of his suspicions about the swollen tongue.
“The winds of the mighty are rough. Trust no one, and be careful.”
Shangliang put his hand on Bu Eunseol’s shoulder.
And with those words, he breathed his last.
* * *
In a small garden, two unnamed graves have sprung up.
The owners of the tomb were Shangliang and Maun, spies for the Martial Clan.
The Martial Masters will not acknowledge the existence of the Gong Siblings. To do so would be to admit that they sent three men to spy on the warlord.
It will be the same for open and pointed waves.
-There’s nowhere to go but back to Sejak, who’s been found out…….
As Sangliang said, they really had nowhere to turn.
Bu Eun-sul collected the bodies of the Gongs and carefully salted them. Then she buried them by hand in a sunny spot.
It was the only thing he could do now.
“Please, in the beyond…….”
His eyes blurred as he stared at the grave.
“……I hope you guys have somewhere to go.”
Staring at the grave with a blank stare, Bu Eunseol slowly turned around.
He decided to return to Nanyagak.