The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 447

The man led a group of nearly twenty people.

Looking at the man’s face, Bang So-bang wore a bitter smile.

It was because he recalled his long, painful history with him.

However, the other man seemed to feel the same way, as he curled his lips into a gruesome smile at Bang So-bang.

“Bang So-bang. I’ve finally found you. You’ve been slipping away like a rat, but today that ends.”

However, Bang So-bang feigned ignorance.

“Do I know you?”

“What?”

Jo Gwi’s face twisted.

“How dare you not recognize me…”

“Oh? Could it be?”

Bang So-bang cut off Jo Gwi’s growling words and exclaimed as if he had just remembered.

“No way, who is this? Isn’t it the Chief of No Ryong Troop who got his ass kicked by me to the point of almost dying about a year ago?”

“……!”

“You said you’d get me back then, and that day is today? Haha. I’m sorry. Your face was so bruised and swollen back then that I couldn’t recognize you.”

“Shut up!”

“But seeing how your face has filled out, it seems you’ve been doing quite well?”

Unlike his mocking appearance, Bang So-bang’s eyes were calmly scanning his surroundings.

Quickly assessing the opponent’s strength, Bang So-bang regained his composure.

Although Jo Gwi was considered a skilled warrior within the Water Faction Alliance, he was far from being a match for him.

Moreover, this wasn’t on the water.

The reason why aquatic bandits were fearsome was that they specialized in aquatic combat.

‘The problem is…’

It was the man smirking next to Jo Gwi.

The blood-red whip was wrapped around his waist.

It was Woo Moon-yang, who had recently joined Sa Jong-ak’s ranks and was starting to make a name for himself among the unorthodox experts.

‘Blood Serpent Whip.’

At least, he couldn’t be easily dismissed.

Other than that, the other three chiefs and the rest of the group were mediocre at best.

Bang So-bang grinned and provoked Jo Gwi.

“By the way, did you develop a thing for men?”

“What are you talking about?”

Bang So-bang gave Jo Gwi, who looked bewildered, a disgusted look.

“If not, what’s with that burning gaze you’re giving me?”

“You!”

It was then.

One person stopped Jo Gwi, who looked like he was about to rush out in anger.

It was Woo Moon-yang.

“Don’t be swayed by his provocation. It’s just a common trick to provoke anger.”

But a trick to provoke anger is still a trick to provoke anger.

If nothing else, Bang So-bang possessed a natural talent for teasing and irritating others.

As expected.

Woo Moon-yang also flinched at Bang So-bang’s next words.

“Are you two dating?”

“……!”

“So, you *do* have a lover. Still, exchanging sweet nothings so shamelessly in front of everyone. There are still young children here, you know.”

“I will never let you die comfortably.”

Bang So-bang smirked at Woo Moon-yang, who was filled with murderous intent.

“Don’t you think you’re underestimating us too much?”

The smile disappeared from Bang So-bang’s face.

“Hey, we’re the Beggars’ Sect.”

In an instant, Bang So-bang’s expression changed.

The frivolous beggar who had been making ridiculous faces until just now was no longer there.

He was none other than Bang So-bang, the Wind and Cloud Swift Beggar (風雲快乞) [a title denoting his speed and agility], a rising star and the only direct disciple within the Beggars’ Sect, which was one of the pillars of the Nine Great Sects [the most influential martial arts schools].

“I clearly told you that day. If you cross my path again, that day will be your death anniversary.”

As the opponent hesitated at the sudden change in momentum.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Bang So-bang unleashed his energy.

“You turtle bastards who don’t know your place and crawl out of the water to cause trouble. Next year today is your memorial day.”

“Is that so?”

Jo Gwi, wearing a meaningful smile, took something out of his sleeve.

At first glance, it looked like a bamboo tube cut from a bamboo stalk.

However, Bang So-bang’s face turned pale in an instant upon seeing it.

“Rainstorm Piercing Needles (暴雨穿心射) [a hidden weapon that launches a spray of poisoned needles]……?”

As the Tang family fell, those who used the Tang surname could no longer stay in Seongdo.

The people who were fed up with their evil deeds thoroughly ostracized them.

The survivors of the Tang family scattered, and in the process, the Tang family’s secret assassination weapons were leaked throughout the Jianghu [the martial arts world].

Rainstorm Piercing Needles was one of them.

A demonic weapon (魔物) [a weapon imbued with dark energy] counted as one of the Eight Great Hidden Weapons.

It was a form in which thin cow hair needles (牛毛針) [extremely fine needles] that were not visible to the naked eye unless closely observed were crammed into a single tube, and it was a method of pouring them out all at once using explosives.

Once activated, tens of thousands of cow hair needles would devastate the area.

The range of lethality was known to be comparable to the Tang family’s ultimate technique, Myriad Flowers in the Sky (滿天花雨) [a technique that launches a shower of projectiles], reaching over twenty yards.

What was even more terrifying was that each of those cow hair needles was coated with a deadly poison.

“Is this some kind of new suicide method?”

Bang So-bang asked Jo Gwi, who was puzzled.

“Why are you holding that dangerous thing upside down?”

Woo Moon-yang grabbed Jo Gwi’s wrist, which flinched.

“Don’t be fooled by his petty tricks.”

‘Damn it!’

Bang So-bang swallowed a groan.

Jo Gwi, realizing that he had almost been tricked by Bang So-bang again, gritted his teeth, his face turning red and blue.

“I will tear you and those beggars limb from limb and display you in the marketplace!”

“The unorthodox guys are truly vicious. Are you planning to sacrifice your comrades?”

Jo Gwi frowned at Bang So-bang’s words.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Huh?”

This time, Bang So-bang turned his head in embarrassment.

The young man he had initially followed was still standing there blankly, seemingly unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

‘He wasn’t an accomplice?’

Realizing that he had misunderstood, Bang So-bang sighed softly.

“Let’s at least let go of those who are unrelated to our grudges.”

Jo Gwi scoffed.

That was absurd.

If even one beggar child was missed, the Beggars’ Sect’s relentless pursuit would begin at that moment.

At least the Blood Demon’s information had to be known after they had escaped Seoseo.

To do that, they couldn’t leave any survivors.

Bang So-bang’s face darkened noticeably at Jo Gwi’s murderous gaze.

No matter how great the Rainstorm Piercing Needles was, he was confident that he could avoid it.

All he had to do was not allow a killing angle (殺傷角) [a direct line of fire].

He just had to accurately recognize the direction the hidden weapon’s entrance was facing and narrow the distance to avoid it just before the hidden weapon was fired and spread.

But the other Beggars’ Sect members were different from him.

‘Is there no other way?’

Now that the situation had come to this, there was only one way left.

‘I have no choice but to take it with my body.’

The only way to minimize casualties was to rush in just before the firing and take it with his whole body.

It was then.

A cold voice echoed throughout the area.

“You said that earlier.”

The eyes of the people gathered in one place at the calm voice that did not match the situation in the area.

Jo Gwi, who was about to press the firing device of the Rainstorm Piercing Needles, was the same.

“Who are you?”

Jo Gwi recalled that the face of the young man who had just opened his mouth was somehow familiar.

“That bitch’s gigolo?”

The young man stared at Jo Gwi with a calm gaze.

“I’ll return that question to you as it is.”

“What?”

“Aren’t you ashamed to live like that?”

“…….”

In an instant, Jo Gwi was swept up in a strange feeling.

The young man stood still in his place as he had at first.

But strangely, his chest felt stuffy when he met the young man’s eyes.

Moreover, the pressure weighing down on his chest became even more severe as time passed.

And this was the same for others.

The composure disappeared from Woo Moon-yang’s face as well.

‘A master!’

Not only that.

‘What is it?’

A sense of foreboding suddenly struck.

The young man’s gaze, fixed on him and flashing sharply.

No emotion could be felt within it.

There was not even a hint of tension or fighting spirit, the unique aura of a martial artist facing a life-or-death battle.

“I remember your face.”

Woo Moon-yang’s eyes wavered at the young man’s next words.

“Ten years ago, the Demonic Cult’s special forces unit led by the Three Demonic Lords. You were definitely in there too.”

“……!”

Woo Moon-yang’s face contorted.

It was a past he wanted to hide.

“Shut up!”

Murderous intent exploded from Woo Moon-yang’s entire body.

At the same time, a cold light flashed in the young man’s eyes as well.

In an instant, Woo Moon-yang was at a loss for words.

The murderous intent that the young man openly unleashed.

It was not the type of murderous intent that meant they would fight each other to the death.

It was just like looking down on a bug that could be crushed at any time…

It was that type of murderous intent that regarded the opponent as utterly insignificant.

He couldn’t help but be dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

It was then that the young man spoke again.

“You don’t deserve it.”

“……?”

They were puzzled by the incomprehensible words for a moment.

Woo Moon-yang’s eyes widened.

It was because he had found the young man standing close to Jo Gwi at some point.

It was as if time had stopped at once, and the space that had existed between them and the young man had been erased as it was.

“Gasp!”

Jo Gwi, surprised, gasped for air.

But already at that moment, the young man’s hand was crushing his wrist.

Crack.

Jo Gwi’s wrist twisted strangely, and the hidden weapon he was holding fell to the floor.

“Kuh-ack!”

Belatedly, a scream erupted from Jo Gwi’s mouth.

But the young man, who had neutralized Jo Gwi, was already driving his elbow into his side.

Kwajik.

“……!”

Jo Gwi, rolling his eyes back, collapsed forward as it was.

After spitting out a waterfall of blood from his mouth and convulsing intermittently for a while.

He stretched out his tongue and limped powerlessly.

There was no need to see more.

It was instant death.

“Brother Jo!”

Belatedly, Woo Moon-yang burst out in shock, but his cry could no longer reach Jo Gwi.

He had become a wandering ghost (떠도는 원귀) [a restless spirit] in Bukmang Mountain in just one moment.

By the time Woo Moon-yang realized this, the young man had already grabbed the weapon he was carrying on his back in his hand.

It was also then that flashes like fireworks erupted from the dark black club in the young man’s hand.

Just as a faint shadow flashed before his eyes, at some point, it drew a large arc and split the air.

And at the end of that arc hung three heads.

Crack.

With a gruesome sound, the heads of the three chiefs who had been with Jo Gwi were broken off as they were.

“……!”

Woo Moon-yang’s face, who was the only one left out of the five, turned pale and turned like beeswax.

He couldn’t believe it even after seeing it with his own eyes.

It was just a light wave, like chasing away flies.

But in that insignificant move, the experts who were recognized even within the Water Faction Alliance boarded the ship to the afterlife without even putting up a proper resistance.

“Huh?”

It was then that bewilderment flowed from Bang So-bang’s mouth.

He was momentarily stunned by the young man’s unbelievable divine power.

The black club in the young man’s hand looked familiar.

‘Could it be?’

In the meantime, the young man was once again flying towards the other Water Faction Alliance’s group.

Pa-ba-ba-bak!

“Agh!”

“Kuh-uh!”

The sound of hail pouring down and the screams of agony erupting from all directions.

Bang So-bang was simply dumbfounded at the sight of no one being able to withstand even a single second and falling out.

At that moment.