The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 183

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 183

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – 183

Elixir Crafting (4)

I knew the Murim Alliance [a coalition of martial arts clans] was behind the masked man, Poison Flower.

But I didn’t plan to charge in right away.

It wouldn’t be difficult to kill all the leaders of the Murim Alliance, but if those bastards scattered and started a guerrilla war, things could get troublesome.

If I was going to war with them, I had to crush them so thoroughly that they couldn’t focus on anything else.

Having fought against these kinds of guys many times, I knew how to deal with them.

I gathered the Sword Demon’s divers in the conference room and began to speak.

“I’m going to infiltrate the Cheonmaeng Fortress [a stronghold of the Murim Alliance]. I’ll go alone. The rest of you will wait outside the fortress for my signal.”

The essence of a diver is to defeat the monsters that come out of the Abyss [a dangerous, monster-filled dimension].

But it seemed like I was fighting people more often.

“…I’ve learned too much for it to be just a fight against monsters.”

In the first place, the Abyss was a result of the power struggles of the gods.

It was a kind of distortion caused by the collision between dimensions.

Reminding himself that it hadn’t been long since he learned that fact, I took a long breath and continued.

“…Let’s drag out even the guys outside the Cheonmaeng Fortress and make it a big fight.”

“What do you mean?”

“While I’m inside the Cheonmaeng Fortress, you guys go to the Demonic Cult [a martial arts sect often portrayed as antagonists]. Go to the leader and tell him to keep his promise.”

“Understood.”

“Okay, Choi Ah-yeon, you take your subordinates and go to the Demonic Cult. Woo-hyun, you and Batory gather the guys called the unorthodox sects in the vicinity.”

“Understood, Master.”

“Confirmed.”

“Do I have to go too?!”

“Of course. Did you think you could just slip away? Oh, right, take Schuel with you to the Demonic Cult.”

Yoo Ji-woo decided to stay in Korea for this operation.

Destroying the Cheonmaeng Fortress didn’t seem like it would be a quick job, so someone had to stay behind.

If Sword Demon or Meteor Industries were attacked while he was gone, it would all be for nothing.

“…I was planning to deal with the Murim Alliance someday, but I didn’t expect them to provide the cause first.”

“They’re definitely out of their minds. To send assassins after you, Master, and think they wouldn’t get caught.”

“I guess they didn’t think they would get caught in the first place. Looking at the forces they sent, it seems like anyone other than me would have died, even another S-class diver.”

The Murim Alliance’s assassination squad was thoroughly designed to deal with S-class individuals.

They would spray highly toxic gas in all directions and go berserk right before being defeated, and their physical abilities were on par with A-class divers.

They must have modified the bodies of children who had awakened as divers to forcibly raise their rank.

Therefore, even someone with resistance to poison would have been defeated by their combined attack, or would have died sooner or later from the poison.

“I guess they assumed I was only slightly stronger than other S-class individuals.”

“They’re incredibly foolish.”

“Right?”

Choi Ah-yeon, who was watching our somewhat twisted conversation, wondered if she should join in.

Anyway.

I, having finished outlining the general plan, said.

“Everything we get from this operation will be distributed fairly. Except for those who didn’t contribute.”

“Is that really fair?”

“Then do you think it’s fair for someone who didn’t work to get the same as someone who did? Conscientiously think about how much you worked.”

No one could argue with my words, who had a long history as a mercenary on the battlefield.

I got up from my seat and said.

“Then let’s finalize the departure plan.”

***

The Sword Demon raid was secretly buried, and some time later, the Sword Demon’s divers left for China to retaliate.

Before leaving, they announced that the Sword Demon’s divers had departed to attack high-level Abyss dungeons to create an alibi, and the plane quietly took off.

The Murim Alliance’s Cheonmaeng Fortress was built in a place called Hubei in martial arts terms, and Wuhan in modern China.

Therefore, I headed to the Cheonmaeng Fortress with Yoo-wol, who would help with information gathering, and Choi Ah-yeon’s group headed west to Xinjiang, where the Demonic Cult was located.

Baek Woo-hyun’s group moved to the lawless zone below the Cheonmaeng Fortress, where the unorthodox sects were rampant.

“I was going to go alone, but.”

“Seong-woo-nim judged that it would be more helpful for me to be by your side.”

“That’s true, but.”

I and Yoo-wol rented an artifact from the Magic Tower that changed our appearance.

They couldn’t change our physique, but it was an item that changed our faces so much that even our family wouldn’t recognize us.

It could also hide Yoo-wol’s ears, so it would be useful until they achieved their goal.

“The disguise is really perfect. I guess you can’t underestimate human magic.”

“Is it that good?”

I muttered as if I didn’t know, and then touched my face.

My slightly long hair was short.

My sharp face was a little softer.

But even with just that, no one would look at my face and think of me.

Yoo-wol also had a similar hair color and face to me.

It was because they adjusted their faces to look like siblings.

I went by the name Yoo Hyun-wol.

Yoo-wol went by the name Yoo Yong-wol.

Yoo-wol had obtained the actual identities through dark channels.

“Um, Oppa [term used by females to address older brothers or close male friends].”

“……”

“From now on, I can call you Oppa, right?”

“…It feels really strange to hear it from someone other than Ji-woo.”

How many times have I heard the word Oppa from someone other than Yoo Ji-woo?

Realizing anew that it was rare, I sighed deeply and muttered.

“Looks like they’re coming.”

Saying that, I turned my head, and in the distance, a military truck was approaching, kicking up dust.

The smuggling truck that would take me and Yoo-wol to the Cheonmaeng Fortress.

The truck stopped in front of us, the driver’s side window opened, and only an arm popped out, gesturing for us to get in the back.

The money had already been sent online, so the military truck would just take anyone to the Cheonmaeng Fortress.

I and Yoo-wol jumped into the truck’s cargo hold together.

Besides me and Yoo-wol, there were others in the spacious cargo hold.

Six people, mixed men and women.

Judging by their appearance, most of them seemed to be wanderers or people who had escaped from the ranks of the unorthodox sects.

The Cheonmaeng Fortress was still a place created by those who were called the orthodox sects.

At least they thought it was better than other places, so they gathered all their possessions and boarded the truck.

I, who sat down in a suitable place, briefly looked at the faces of the people and closed my eyes.

There was no one particularly noticeable or someone to be careful of, so I planned to stay quiet until they arrived.

However, there was a man who spoke to the two who had just boarded.

A burly man with a sword at his waist, exuding an atmosphere that he was an awakened Murim person.

Perhaps he was from the unorthodox sects and was trying to enter the Cheonmaeng Fortress.

“Where are you from?”

“……”

When I didn’t answer, he started talking on his own.

“I came from Yunnan Province. Yunnan Province is the territory of the unorthodox sects, and it’s hard to make a living there with just swordsmanship, so I’m thinking of going to the fortress and making a fortune.”

Who asked?

But even with my gaze, the man continued to speak.

“I heard that if you have the skills, you can go inside the fortress and make a big fortune. You can even have pretty girls like the woman next to you!”

It was such a messy story that it made my ears rot just listening to it.

But that’s how much China is regressing.

At least other countries are maintaining the form of a nation, but there is no country that has been shattered like China.

The man took out a few bills from his pocket, shook them, and continued.

“So, how about it? You can’t earn this much money easily.”

The bills were being shaken in front of Yoo-wol’s eyes.

There was no one who couldn’t understand what that meant.

I sighed deeply at the extremely low-class offer and said.

“Get lost.”

“I’m not making an offer to you, I’m asking this woman?”

“There are often guys who can’t understand unless you say it with words. Do I have to cut off one of your limbs and throw you into this wasteland for you to come to your senses?”

“Looks like you’ve seen and heard something. But I’m quite famous in the unorthodox sects. Can you handle saying such things?”

“Do you even have a nickname?”

“Of course. In Yunnan Province, if you say Quick Sword Evil Tiger (快劍齷虎) [Kuài jiàn wò hǔ – a boastful nickname], it refers to me.”

At the words Quick Sword Evil Tiger, some of the people sitting down flinched and reacted.

It was a name that had never been heard in Korea, but it seemed to be quite a famous name in the unorthodox sects.

However, I smiled and said.

“It means a petty cat.”

At my words, Yoo-wol, who was sitting next to me, laughed in a small voice.

It seemed like she couldn’t hold back.

When the two ridiculed the one who called himself Quick Sword Evil Tiger, he gritted his teeth and tried to draw his sword.

His personality seemed as hasty as his face, so I warned.

“If you draw your sword, I’ll prove that what I said earlier wasn’t a lie.”

I didn’t even bother to emit killing intent.

Honestly, I didn’t like the fact that the guy who felt the killing intent was sitting quietly, so I just spat out the words.

However, despite my warning, Quick Sword Evil Tiger didn’t stop drawing his sword.

Chae-aeng!

The sharp sword was drawn from its sheath, and those sitting in the cargo hold held their breath.

Hoping that Quick Sword Evil Tiger’s anger wouldn’t splash on them.

Besides, the driver didn’t seem to care about what was happening in the cargo hold.

The money had already been paid in advance, so he was just transporting them to the Cheonmaeng Fortress.

Whether they were dead or alive.

“Haa.”

I got up from my seat with a bothered expression, stood in front of Quick Sword Evil Tiger, and moved my leg.

The leg, swung at a speed that he couldn’t even react to, kicked his shin.

The guy’s shin broke as it was, and flesh splattered in all directions.

The bone pierced through the flesh and protruded, forming a shape that kicked his knee with his instep.

The guy couldn’t stand the sudden surge of pain in his leg and screamed, and I grabbed the back of his neck and threw him out, as if I didn’t want to listen to even that for long.

The truck didn’t stop, and as the guy’s screams gradually faded away, I sat down in my seat.

I liked the atmosphere, which had become even quieter than before.

Of course, it was just that the direction of everyone’s fear had changed from Quick Sword Evil Tiger to me.

How long had it been so quiet?

When there were still more than five hours left to arrive at the Cheonmaeng Fortress by truck, a loud engine sound was heard from outside the cargo hold.

When I lifted the tent and glanced outside, there were guys on bikes approaching, kicking up dust.

I looked at them and muttered briefly.

“End of the century.”

What’s there to rob on this truck that they’re coming in such a crazy mob?

The answer was on one bike.

Quick Sword Evil Tiger was in the sidecar of the noisy bike that spewed out fumes.

The guy, riding in the sidecar, shouted loudly.

“You son of a bitch! I, our brothers, will definitely kill you!”

Yoo-wol, hearing that, said.

“He’s the type to hasten his own death. Are all Murim people like that?”