Read Novel Full Chapter 1265: I Will Not Send You Alive. (5)
Chapter 1265: I Will Not Send You Alive. (5)
The battlefield surged again, but Gwak Hwan-So was still at a loss and stumbling about.
‘What should I do?’
Ahead lay a ship of the Ten Thousand People Clan, and behind, the main force of the Ten Thousand People Clan was pressing in. If he were just an ordinary Southern Island sect’s disciple, he’d have headed straight to seize the ship without thinking.
But he was the Southern Island sect’s great disciple. He could not ignore the main troops of Ten Thousand People Clan force coming at them.
‘Should I try to stop them?’
As he panicked over which way to go, someone grabbed his shoulder and yanked him hard.
“Baek—Baek Cheon, warrior?”
“What are you doing!”
“I-I’ll help too...”
“We’ll hold the rear, so get to the ship now! There could be enemies inside the ship too!”
Gwak Hwan-So finally realized and hurriedly nodded.
Baek Cheon’s words were correct. There was no guarantee Ten Thousand People Clan members weren’t aboard that ship. Someone had to command the Southern Island from the deck.
“Lead the disciples and seize the entire ship! Once everyone’s aboard, sail out to sea without delay!”
“W-what about the warriors?”
“Hurry now!”
Baek Cheon gripped Gwak Hwan-So’s shoulder again.
“If you want to keep us alive, don’t stand here—move!”
Baek Cheon shoved him without waiting for a reply. As Gwak Hwan-So was pushed, he saw Heavenly Friends Alliance warriors all flying in from all directions and filling the space before him.
“Where do you think you’re crawling to!”
Paaaaat!
Jo Gul, midair before even landing, unleashed sword qi into the void. The sword shadows radiated out like splitting light and poured down on the Ten Thousand People Clan fighters like rain.
Gwak Hwan-So couldn’t help but open his mouth.
The sword shadows pouring from the blade seemed to cut through the # Nоvеlight # blazing sunlight of the South Sea.
“Ugh!”
“Th-this bastard!”
The Tiger Ghost Troops, emboldened by the arrival of the main force, faltered and fell back as if struck by beams of light-like sword qi.
Another person appeared behind Jo Gul like a shadow.
Sarararak!
Falling Blossoms.
From Jo Gul’s soaring blade, red petals burst forth. The petals instantly covered the hot midday with a springlike atmosphere, decorating the South Sea sky as they fluttered down.
“Kuh, kkk!”
On the surface, the delicate petals seemed fragile and drifting. But anyone facing that blade would know: each apparently fragile petal was razor-sharp and deadly.
The moment Jo Gul’s sword shadows and Yu Yiseol’s sword qi together broke the Ten Thousand People Clan’s momentum in an instant.
“Taaap!”
“Oooooo!”
A dazzling white radiance and an auspicious blaze rose up at the same time.
Namgung Do-Wei, with Enhanced Sword, and Hae Yeon’s Arhat Divine Fist slammed down mercilessly into the midst of those charging.
Kwaaang!
The white and fiery lights mingled and exploded, completely drowning out the screams that followed.
But they weren’t Ten Thousand People Clan for nothing. Even as comrades were torn apart, they refused to lose their momentum easily.
“Kahahaaat!”
The Ten Thousand People Clan fighters roared like beasts, aiming for Jo Gul and Yu Yiseol as they tried to land. Someone dashed forward to block them—Baek Cheon had already sprinted to the forefront in an instant.
Bang!
Stamping the deck as if to shatter the ground, Baek Cheon swung his sword with terrifying force, slicing the attackers in two at once with red sword qi.
Paaaat!
Hot blood splattered across his face, but Baek Cheon didn’t flinch and shouted:
“Hold your ground!”
A succinct command.
But that was enough for them—they were already used to moving like Baek Cheon’s limbs. They quickly fell into their positions and swung their swords.
“Aaah! Right! Right! Damn it, the right is open! Tang Soso, what are you doing! Where did you put the food... no, damn it! Did you eat poison instead of food? Move quickly, move!”
“...Someday we’ll meet again, Green Forest King.”
Tang Pae ground his teeth and darted toward the direction Im So-Byeong pointed. Poisonous darts burst from his nervous flicking fingers and scattered before the charging Ten Thousand People Clan fighters like enraged buffalo.
Kwa-deuk!
“Ugh!”
A heavy needle pierced a foot and the Ten Thousand People fighter bit his lip. The pain was severe, but he tried to ignore it and keep running. Or rather, he would have—if his body hadn’t suddenly collapsed to the ground.
The Tang sect’s poison, which seeped in through the wound, instantly paralyzed his body!
“Spread out the spacing, spread out! Block those trying to slip left and right!”
“W-where should I go, Green Forest King!”
At the shouted question, Im So-Byeong snapped his head toward that direction. He saw Seol So-Baek gripping his sword tightly and clenching his lips.
“What about the Palace Lord!”
“Yes!”
“......Where to use him?”
“...Yes?”
Im So-Byeong pressed his fan to his cheek and hastily racked his brain.
“Uh... for now... over in the back there...”
“Dang Lady! Danger!”
At that moment, Seol So-Baek dashed with all his might toward Tang Soso before Im So-Byeong could finish his order.
Im So-Byeong, watching in astonishment, soon snorted with amusement.
“...Who taught him, I wonder.”
What was the point of saying it? It was obvious.
And then a group joined the defensive line they had formed.
“Assist the Acting Sect leader!”
“Let’s go!”
The Southern Island Sect’s elders, including Sect Leader Geum Yang-Baek, joined the defensive line. Their eyes flared and they ground their teeth.
“You vicious bastards!”
“I’ve been waiting for this moment!”
Putting aside all else, when it came to hatred for the Four Sects Alliance and the Ten Thousand People Clan, the Southern Island’s animosity wasn’t inferior even to Mount Hua.
The Southern Island elders, finally given the chance to swing their swords freely at the Ten Thousand People Clan, unleashed relentless waves of wrathful strikes.
“Oh dear, elders. You’re strong, that’s for sure!”
“They’re elders, you crazy bastard!”
“...sahyung. These days you seem to treat me too roughly.”
“You’re the one who’s an uncivilized human among all!”
“...You’re speaking too harshly.”
Jo Gul thrust his sword at the innocent Ten Thousand People combatants as if to vent the wound he had received from Yoon Jong.
“Come on, come...”
“Come see! You bastards!”
“......”
Jo Gul blankly turned toward the voice and saw Tang Soso mercilessly thrusting her sword with a demon-like expression.
Jo Gul lowered his eyes and quietly returned his head to its place.
Bang!
The moment he stamped the ground, sand flew up violently.
“Run faster!”
“Aaaaaah!”
Gwak Hwan-So gritted his teeth.
The pressure from the Ten Thousand People Clan’s main force was beyond imagination. If he didn’t grit his teeth now, his hands would already be trembling.
“Let’s go!”
“Yes!”
What moved Gwak Hwan-So was a loud shout coming from right behind him.
They say the body moves before the head thinks it through—that was this very moment. The thunder of fierce combat continued nonstop. Gwak Hwan-So’s body leapt forward, vaulting onto the high ship’s prow in one bound.
“Aaaah!”
Bursting with bloodlust to the tips of his hair, Gwak Hwan-So leapt aboard and saw some Ten Thousand People Clan fighters guarding the ship.
“Subdue them!”
Roaring like a tiger, Gwak Hwan-So charged forward without waiting for replies. His sword qi poured over the enemy like a furious tidal wave.
“Guh!”
A Ten Thousand People fighter, his shoulder long sliced by Gwak Hwan-So’s sword, staggered back with a muffled groan. Another Southern Island sect’s disciple dashed at that fighter.
“Die!”
Swaaeaaak!
Even to Gwak Hwan-So, that was a flawless stroke.
So he had no thought that anything was wrong—until the shoulder-slashed Ten Thousand People fighter glared with murderous intent and swung his blade.
Chwaaak!
The Ten Thousand People’s blade, flying like a storm, sliced deeply across the Southern Island sect’s disciple’s chest.
“Jwa Gong!”
“Sajae!”
Gwak Hwan-So shouted and swung at the Ten Thousand People fighter. His fellow sworn sahyungs’ swords followed, piercing the Ten Thousand People’s body as if skewering it.
“Aaaaah! You brats!”
But even impaled through the body, the Ten Thousand People clan’s fighter advanced toward them and wielded his blade with terrifying vigor.
Kwaang!
The blade that cleaved through the blocking swords cut down more Southern Island disciples. Blood spurted everywhere and screams rang out—the deck turned into hell in an instant.
“You son of a bitch!”
Lee Ja-Yang charged fiercely and drove his sword into the Ten Thousand People’s chest. Gwak Hwan-So did not fall behind; he leapt in and stabbed the Ten Thousand People’s throat.
Kwa-deuk!
“Gurgle...”
A bubbling, blood-choked sound escaped from the Ten Thousand People’s mouth.
“You...”
“......”
“Will all die...”
No matter how venomous a person, once their throat was pierced they could not hold on—his body sagged immediately.
Even after life left him, his eyes stayed wide open.
Gwak Hwan-So’s fingers trembled pathetically.
“Jwa Gong! Are you alright?”
“D-damn it! Great sahyung! Chae Euk is badly hurt!”
“B-blood keeps flowing. sahyung!”
“Huk...”
Gwak Hwan-So wiped the blood splattered across his face with his sleeve. His ears were ringing; he couldn’t hear anything properly. Only the thudding of his heart felt loud enough to burst from his throat.
“Great sahyung!”
At the urging shout again, Gwak Hwan-So clenched his fist tight.
“Can’t you compose yourself!”
The ones who had been panicking flinched at the shout.
“Didn’t you come prepared for this!”
“......”
“Down below, the Heavenly Friends Alliance people are risking their lives to hold them back. And you lot are complaining because you’re a little wounded!”
“S-sahyung...”
“Some stay and tend the wounded! The rest seize the entire ship quickly! Now!”
“Yes!”
“Ja-Yang!”
“Yes, sahyung!”
“Go to the helm! We need to move the ship!”
“Yes!”
As everyone moved in unison, Gwak Hwan-So finally turned his gaze to the fallen. His sworn brothers with whom he’d shared hardship groaned—their eyes had already half lost their light.
Seeing them stabbed at his heart like a sharp needle. But he clenched his eyes shut once and turned away.
This was something he had to accept!
“Move quickly! Before those holding the line below fall!”
“Yes!”
Gwak Hwan-So gripped his sword tightly and launched himself.
First he would fulfill the role assigned. Mourning and anger could come after.
‘This is war!’
As the daze lifted like a dream, the stench of blood hit his nose. That smell made the reality sink in. He was now in the middle of the battlefield.
“Aaaah!”
Gwak Hwan-So thrust his sword at a Ten Thousand People clan’s member leaping out of the cabin. He distinctly felt the blade cut through flesh. A cruel, tender malice unlike before flickered in his eyes.
“Slaughter them all! Make them regret setting foot on Southern Island even in hell!”
The madness of the battlefield consumed another sword-wielder.