The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 124

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace – Episode 124

Swordmaster Wants to Live in Peace 124

Sword Spirit (7)

The Divers dispatched to stop the rampaging monster in the research center, known as ‘Warriors’ in China, were all S-class.

Two of the three individuals in China who had reached the realm of ‘Hwagyeong’ [a high level of martial arts mastery] were from the Namgung Clan, and one was from the prestigious Mount Emei Sect.

Namgung Hyun-rok and Namgung Kang of the Namgung Clan.

Seonryong, the Great Master of Mount Emei.

The three S-class Warriors, at the ‘Hwagyeong’ level, reacted with disbelief when the Murim Alliance [a coalition of martial arts clans] ordered them to deal with Yoo Seong-woo.

Sending three S-class individuals to kill just one guy was absurd.

Until then, the three believed it was an unreasonable measure.

“Murim trash, they still haven’t come to their senses.”

Yoo Seong-woo, the monster who attacked the research center, whose name the three didn’t know, charged at them alone.

Namgung Hyun-rok stepped forward, declaring he would handle him alone, but was pushed back and sent sprawling in a single exchange.

As Yoo Seong-woo was about to slice Namgung Hyun-rok’s neck, Namgung Kang intervened and blocked him.

“Are you alright! Hyun-rok!”

“Ugh, Uncle! I just let my guard down for a moment!”

“No! From what I see, you can’t handle him alone, so I’ll lend you my strength!”

“Damn it… I understand!”

Namgung Hyun-rok, rising to his feet, began to wield his sword alongside Namgung Kang.

The faint energy on their swords split the darkness and surged towards Yoo Seong-woo.

However, Yoo Seong-woo, treating one or two opponents as no different, swung Ilseong [his sword’s name] to deflect both attacks.

It happened in an instant.

Namgung Kang immediately shouted.

“Seonryong! You must lend your strength as well!”

“Tch…”

Seonryong, the Great Master, reluctantly drew her sword at Namgung Kang’s words and flew towards Yoo Seong-woo.

Yoo Seong-woo, facing three S-class individuals, took a step back before charging forward again.

In the blink of an eye, Yoo Seong-woo approached Namgung Kang and swung Ilseong, coated in a red aura.

Namgung Kang hastily raised his sword to block, but like Namgung Hyun-rok, he was pushed back and sent tumbling.

In the meantime, Namgung Hyun-rok and Seonryong, the Great Master, thrust their swords towards Yoo Seong-woo.

However, both of their swords were blocked as if hitting a wall, unable to reach him and bouncing back.

‘Telekinesis?!’

Seonryong, the Great Master, widened her eyes and gritted her teeth.

No, it wasn’t telekinesis.

She saw faint sparks, meaning he was swinging his sword at an invisible speed to deflect them.

‘What speed!’

The three warriors surrounded Yoo Seong-woo from three directions, aiming their swords at him.

They couldn’t figure out where such a skilled individual had been hiding, only to reveal himself now.

Yoo Seong-woo glanced around and licked his lips.

‘Their teamwork is worse than those three.’

Individually, they were evenly matched, but their teamwork was severely lacking, as if they had never trained in combined techniques.

So, just as he was about to gather energy into his sword to end it quickly.

Namgung Kang gathered his energy and shouted.

“Do you think you can get away with insulting the Great Namgung Clan!”

“Looks like I can.”

“I’ll show you the true sword of Namgung!”

Namgung Kang’s aura changed instantly.

As if he was about to use a powerful technique, blue magic, what the Chinese called internal energy or ‘qi’, bloomed from Namgung Kang’s sword.

“Uncle’s Emperor Sword Form!”

Among the swordsmanship styles representing Namgung, there are the Boundless Azure Sky Sword Art and the Emperor Sword Form.

The Emperor Sword Form, which only those who have reached a certain level can learn, was now being displayed.

The sword technique that would only appear in martial arts novels was reinterpreted by modern people and revealed its power.

As Namgung Kang slashed his sword downwards, an intangible energy pressed down on Yoo Seong-woo’s head.

Yoo Seong-woo frowned, looking down at his feet that had suddenly sunk into the roof.

“A sword that controls gravity?”

“Die crushed like that!”

The pressure intensified.

However, Yoo Seong-woo raised the corners of his mouth, defying gravity with his bare strength.

He seemed to be preparing something, but there was nothing to see.

It was just a force that inefficiently pieced together aura and slammed it down on the opponent’s head.

“Pathetic.”

Yoo Seong-woo extended Ilseong upwards.

Then, a long red line was drawn in the air, splitting the Emperor Sword Form that Namgung Kang had unleashed.

The force pressing down on his body disappeared, and Yoo Seong-woo pulled his feet out of the sunken roof and said.

“If you have nothing more to show, I’ll end it here.”

Red aura erupted from Yoo Seong-woo’s sword.

A more intense force than Namgung Kang’s internal energy surged, covering the sky.

The flames that had been swirling around him subsided, and the dark sky turned crimson, transforming into a sunset.

He stood under the sunset, glaring at Namgung Kang with a red sword in his hand.

Namgung Hyun-rok and Seonryong, the Great Master, standing in other directions, didn’t even think about moving.

The aura and energy emanating from him were of an untouchable class.

“I’ll show you what true martial arts are. You Murim trash. I’ll make it so you can’t even call yourselves martial artists again.”

Yoo Seong-woo raised Ilseong high.

And from top to bottom, he unleashed an extremely simple strike.

The sky seemed to split in half.

Then, as the tip of the sword touched the ground, Namgung Kang uttered a word.

“This is, martial arts, Martial God…”

His body split in half, scattering blood and organs.

Yoo Seong-woo swung his sword horizontally this time.

Namgung Hyun-rok’s head flew into the sky and fell to the ground.

All they could do was accept death.

And when he raised his sword again to split Seonryong, the Great Master.

“Please stop the senseless killing! Yoo Seong-woo!”

A sharp voice interjected.

Turning his head towards the sound, he saw a woman with an unfamiliar face standing there, looking at Yoo Seong-woo with fearful eyes.

“I am Jegal Cheon-hwa of the Jegal Clan. I implore you, please stop any further killing!”

“Why should I?”

“Haven’t you already gotten what you wanted? So please, I ask you to withdraw.”

“Hmm, you seem to have a pretty good head on your shoulders.”

She seemed to have figured out who he was and why he came here with just fragmentary information.

Her voice, filled with conviction rather than probing, seemed desperate to get him to withdraw from this place.

“Then give me a convincing explanation. I wouldn’t mind slicing you all up here.”

Jegal Cheon-hwa felt that Yoo Seong-woo’s words were sincere.

The terrifying bloodlust emanating from him was so intense that it more than covered the surroundings.

But if she got scared and backed down here, more people would die.

“Meteor Industry, aren’t you a Sword Spirit Diver? You must have heard that Meteor Industry researchers are being held here and came through a Special Abyss.”

“That’s right.”

“We will withdraw all our forces so that you can return safely. So please, put away that sword and your anger.”

“…No, it’s not enough.”

Yoo Seong-woo’s sword was swung.

At the strike she couldn’t even react to, Seonryong, the Great Master, who had been sitting next to her, had her head fall and roll on the floor.

She didn’t even know her neck had been cut off, and still had a fearful expression on her face.

Jegal Cheon-hwa stroked the cool area around her neck and let out a thin breath.

“It’s like you’re threatening me. Like you’ll keep attacking if I don’t back down.”

“That’s, not what I…”

“You have a good head, but your thoughts are short. You should refine your tone. I didn’t care either way.”

Yoo Seong-woo sheathed his sword only after cutting down the three S-class individuals.

Only after Yoo Seong-woo’s aura, which had dyed the sky red, scattered in the air, did the ominous sunset disappear.

“Who besides you knows I came here?”

“…No one but me.”

“That better be true. Then withdraw all your forces. Unless you want to see everyone in this city get sliced up, as you said.”

“…Yes.”

Jegal Cheon-hwa had no choice but to follow his words.

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“Let’s go.”

“You’ve arrived!”

Yoo Seong-woo returned to the underground of the research center and led the people.

There was not a single person blocking their path to the Special Abyss.

At first, the people were worried that Chinese Divers would attack them, but when no one attacked, they were relieved and followed Yoo Seong-woo, entering the Special Abyss.

Yoo Seong-woo led them to where Jeanne and the others were.

When they arrived there, Jeanne welcomed the people.

“Are these the last ones? Those who are injured, please come this way, I’ll heal you.”

“S, Saintess of the Battlefield?! Is the Witch Society here?”

“No? It’s just me and that person who brought you here.”

“Y, you two broke through the Special Abyss and came here?!”

“That’s about right. For reference, we came all the way here from the Special Abyss point in Korea.”

Jeanne, tired of explaining, quickly explained as soon as the new people arrived and began preparing to depart.

They had to replenish the people’s energy with the food they had brought so they could break through the Special Abyss again.

“B, but can we really go back across the Special Abyss?”

“That’s…”

At one person’s question, Jeanne looked at Yoo Seong-woo.

To get to the Special Abyss exit in Korea from here, they had to travel over 200km in a straight line.

Could they travel that distance with these production workers who were not combat personnel, across the Special Abyss full of dangers? That natural question hung in the air.

“The closest other exit is inside China, so we have to go outside of China after all…”

At someone’s muttering, Jeanne recalled the path they had taken so far.

Starting from Cheolsan, to the forest, and the desert where their feet sank, to the rugged mountains where thunderstorms raged all day.

In her opinion, it seemed impossible to take a group of dozens of production workers, even ordinary people, with them.

The plan they had initially made was to return to the Special Abyss exit in Korea, but now it seemed that everyone didn’t have the stamina to do so.

However, Yoo Seong-woo didn’t seem to have any intention of going to China’s exit and heading to Korea.

He seemed to be thinking for a moment before opening his mouth.

“I’ve already scouted a safe route. If we take enough time, we’ll be able to return, so there’s no change in the plan.”

“You’ve already scouted a safe route? When?”

Jeanne tilted her head.

When? She had been with him most of the time while coming here.

When did he scout a safe route?