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He believed he could be of help. He acknowledged the difference in their strengths but didn’t think it was substantial. So, he was confident that even though it would be difficult to play a major role, he could do his part.

But now, instead of being helpful, he found it difficult to even keep up with those running ahead.

‘How?’

There are a lot of things he doesn’t understand.

“Damn it!”

Kagagak!

The sword he swung lodged in the cultist’s neck. Even though a sword filled with pure internal strength based on Azure Sky Unimpeded Divine Technique (??????(蒼穹無碍神功)) pierced the weak human’s neck, his sword barely penetrated an inch, not even coming close to breaking the neck bone.

“Kahaak!”

The cultist with a sword stuck in his neck cursed and swung his blade towards Namgung Dowi’s stomach.

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That moment.

Paaaaaat!

A sword flown at a terrifying speed cleaved through the neck of the cultist in one fell swoop.

“Are you alright!”

Namgung Dowi bit his lip instead of answering.

‘Yoon Jong Dojang.’

He knows. Yoon Jong is strong.

There was a time when he thought that the so-called Mount Hua Five Swords had gained too much fame compared to their skills.

It is clear that Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword Chung Myung is a powerhouse that is impossible to underestimate, but the others probably made their name known based on Chung Myung’s reputation rather than their own skills.

Thus, others must have also thought that Namgung Dowi was a step ahead of the other Five Swords, excluding Chung Myung.

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However, if they watch the spectacle here, they will be forced to admit that their thoughts were completely wrong.

‘Was the gap really this big?’

He knew well that Chung Myung was strong. He knows very well that Baek Cheon is strong.

However, no matter how much he thought about it, it was confusing to see Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol cutting off the heads of the cultists with such ease that could not be compared to him. He expected them to be on a similar level, but he didn’t anticipate such a disparity.

‘Damn it.’

He thought maybe he was being stubborn for no reason. He came here to help, not to preserve his pride.

But here and now, he is nothing more than a simpleton, possibly holding them back. Without him, their pace might have increased by half a step.

Every time Yoon Jong and Jog-Gol glanced behind to check on his well-being, it felt like the pride that existed inside him was shattered and stabbed his heart. Even though he understands that all that attention and concern came from goodwill.

Paaaaat!

A bright red sword energy bloomed brilliantly from the front. The vivid sunset-colored sword energy instantly swept away the cultists blocking the path with an enormous number of petals.

No need for even brief exchanges.

Why they needed to break through, where they were heading—no one asked, no one doubted.

Because there’s a milestone there.

The leading burst of red sword energy pulled everyone more forcefully than a thousand words could.

Namgung Dowi slightly lowered his head. He wanted to step forward, but now he was just a hindrance to them. Perhaps…

“Namgung Dowi!”

At that moment, Chung Myung’s sharp voice pierced through.

“Yes?”

“Get to the front, you bastard!”

Even before his head could think, his body instinctively reacted to Chung Myung’s voice. Namgung Dowi reflexively kicked the ground and ran forward, breaking through those running ahead of him.

Just as he reached Chung Myung, Chung Myung grabbed Namgung Dowi’s shoulder and yanked him forward vigorously.

“Why are you lagging behind, you idiot! You Namgung punk!”

“Huh?”

“Take the lead!”

Chung Myung pushed Namgung Dowi forward.

“Breakthrough at the front! That’s what Namgung Family does! Empty your mind, and if you see an enemy, just swing at them!”

“Do- Dojang.”

“What are you doing!”

Namgung Dowi looked blankly at the cultists rushing towards him for a moment. But it was just a moment. Soon, an intense gaze emanated from Namgung Dowi’s eyes.

Eudeuk.

Namgung Dowi bit his lip until it bled and raised his sword without delay.

“Heuaaaap!”

A huge amount of internal strength was released from his Dantian. At the same time, a tremendous amount of sword energy surged from the tip of his sword.

White radiance gathered at the blade’s tip. Namgung Dowi swung his sword with all his might. The dazzling white sword energy symbolizing Namgung shot forward like a cannonball.

Kwaaaaaang!

The oncoming cultists were caught in the explosion caused by the sword energy and were flung in all directions.

Namgung Dowi’s hand holding the sword gained strength.

‘Yes!’

He cannot wield his sword as precisely as the sword warriors of Mount Hua. Like them, he cannot accurately target the enemy’s weaknesses. He admits. He was still lacking..

But wasn’t sweeping away opponents with tremendous internal energy his, or rather, Namgung Family’s specialty?

‘This is where I belong!’

The emperor waits for his enemies at the very back. But the king annihilates the enemy at the very front. The only place for one bearing the name of Namgung is to stand here, at the forefront!

“See that?”

Chung Myung grabbed the back of Namgung Dowi’s head and forced him to turn his head to look in one direction.

Namgung Dowi’s eyes caught the sight of a pavilion with a pouting face.

“Over there!”

Namgung Dowi nodded without thinking.

“Just open a path to there. We’ll handle the rest. Don’t think about anything else and throw everything you’ve got!”

“Yes!”

Namgung Dowi responded with a loud voice and readjusted his grip on his sword.

There is no explanation whatsoever. It was almost a command. But that was enough.

As soon as Chung Myung’s hand dropped, Yoo Iseol and Baek Cheon followed him to his left and right. And Hye Yeon rose above Namgung Dowi and stretched out his arms forward.

“Uooooooo!”

From Hye Yeon, a sacred radiance spread in all directions like a wave.

The almost perfectly unfolded Buddha’s All-Encompassing Light (????(佛光普照)) gradually pushed the cultists away. The moment a gap was created, Baek Cheon and Yoo Iseol did not miss the opportunity and swung their swords as if on cue.

Plum blossoms, and more plum blossoms. And yet more plum blossoms!

The blossoms burst forth profusely, scattering like a fantastical illusion. It was a sight as if the world was filled with fluttering plum blossoms.

“Sogaju!”

“Sohyeop!”

Eventually, urged by a sudden voice, Namgung Dowi reflexively raised his internal strength.

“Uoooooo!”

His sword swept down from above to below.

A blinding white streak of light crashed down like lightning in a world filled with golden radiance and red plum leaves.

Kwaaaaaaang!

It exploded, swept away, and pushed forward.

Namgung, Mount Hua, Shaolin. Three sects that protect Righteousness (?(正)). Although they might be early in their roles, someday, those who would represent each sect began to lead everyone from the front.

The Dominance (?(覇)) of Namgung, the Illusion (?(幻)) of Mount Hua, and the weight (?(重)) of Shaolin.

Although the nature of the martial arts is different, the pursuit is not the same. Therefore, there’s no reason they can’t be harmonized. No, isn’t harmony possible because they are different in the first place?

“Let’s go!”

“Yes!”

Namgung Dowi clenched his teeth and accelerated his pace. Baek Cheon, Yoo Iseol, and Hye Yeon quickly followed left, right, and behind.

Chung Myung looked at Namgung Dowi’s shoulder with confidence and controlled his breathing. Then, he slightly lowered his sword and looked back.

Im Sobyeong, who had smartly moved to the very back of the group, was pushing away the cultists coming behind. When his eyes met Chung Myung’s, his face suddenly distorted.

“No! Why me alone….”

But before he could complain, Chung Myung took his gaze away from Im Sobyeong and turned his head forward again.

All this while, Jang Ilso watched with cold eyes.

‘It looks like they are raising tiger cubs.’

In fact, it would be more convenient for him to step up and take care of it himself. In general, it would be convenient to delegate to others, but with such a disparity, it’s more troublesome to oversee than to do it himself.

However, even in this terrible situation, Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword does not forget to nurture the kids.

“Hey, Evil Sect punk.”

“Hm?”

At that time, Jang Ilso frowned at the sound of Chung Myung’s voice coming out of nowhere.

“Roll your eyes moderately and do what you need to. You didn’t come here to spectate, did you? No matter how much it is Evil Sects’s habit of eating others’ efforts, this is your turf, right?”

A laugh burst out of Jang Ilso’s mouth. Is there anyone else in the world who could shamelessly say something like that in front of him?

“I was about to start moving anyway.”

A bright blue flame erupted from Jang Ilso’s whole body.

Blue Flame Fighting Kill (蒼炎鬪殺). Soul-Breaking Blue Strength (????(斷魂炎剛)).

Blue flames rushed forward, flapping their bright blue tongues as if they were alive, and engulfed the cultists.

“Aaaaaaargh!”

A desperate scream poured out.

An enormous flame that is harder than steel and delivers terrible heat. The wounds of those torn out by the flames were quickly ripe. White smoke rose here and there.

“Tsk, tsk. They could have died beautifully if they hadn’t resisted.”

Jang Ilso ran forward quickly, trampling on the head of the fallen and struggling cultist.

Even then, he did not forget to smile and talk to Chung Myung.

“It seems you’ve found that bishop?”

“Long ago.”

“You have a lot of use. More than I thought.”

Jang Ilso chuckled and looked up at the half-destroyed pavilion. A flicker of madness flashed in his eyes.

“Is he there?”

“That’s right.”

“Bishop. Bishop….”

The smile on his face was subtle.

“There must be a guard around to protect him, right?”

“Enforcers.”

“Huh?”

“They call themselves enforcers. They’re the bishop’s entourage, his limbs. In the past, in the Central Plains, they were also known as Demon General (??(魔將)).”

“You know quite a few interesting things.”

Jang Ilso’s eyes sank darkly.

“Right, there’s no need to waste time. After getting rid of these troublesome things, I have to kill the enforcers and blow off the bishop’s head. That’s what we came here for in the first place, right?”

If they delay, they don’t know how the situation will change. The fact that the number of cultists has increased compared to before leaving here means that more forces can join in the future. The longer time passes, the more disadvantageous their side will become.

‘We need to aim for the head straight away.’

Isn’t that why they took the risk to come to this rough terrain? Right now, they didn’t have the luxury of leisurely clearing the path from the outskirts.

‘We just need to reach where the bishop is.’

After that, he would wield his well-honed sword to slice off the bishop’s head.

However, Chung Myung’s next words completely disrupted his calculations.

“You’re wrong.”

“Hm?”

A flicker of doubt crossed Jang Ilso’s pale eyes. Chung Myung said coldly.

“It’s not just one enforcer.”

Chung Myung’s eyes were fixed on the front.

“It’s enforcers.”

In that moment, Jang Ilso’s face hardened. He felt it too. The presence of those who fly towards them like a flash, spewing out fearsome murderous intent.

Chung Myung smiled fiercely, revealing his pure white teeth.

“That’s right. That’s the real deal.”

At that moment, over a dozen black figures surged up from the ruined building beyond the cultists.