The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 197

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 198

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully 198

Celestial Alliance Fortress (6)

The Seomun Family’s territory was filled with meticulously arranged, high-rise buildings.

They had erected fences and imposing gates to flaunt their family’s power.

“Open the gate.”

After already defeating the guards.

At Seomun Young-il’s command, Yoo Seong-woo stepped forward and raised his iron sword.

He swung the sword with tremendous force, cleaving the gate in two.

The shattered gate collapsed with a deafening roar, and Yoo Seong-woo swung his sword again to clear the debris.

Seomun Young-il strode confidently through the gate, announcing loudly.

“The daughter of Seomun has returned!”

The resounding cry echoed throughout the Seomun Family’s territory.

This was because Yoo Seong-woo used his aura to amplify her voice, projecting it in all directions.

As the voice reverberated, a group of people surged out from within the compound.

With swords drawn, they glared at the intruders, radiating a palpable killing intent.

The man at the front, a figure of sturdy build, brandished his sword and shouted.

“Who are you! You know this is the Seomun Family’s territory, yet you dare to do this?!”

“Of course. And didn’t I make myself clear? The daughter of Seomun has returned. Summon my father. I demand to see his face directly.”

“Who do you think you are, calling yourself Seomun! I’ve never seen the likes of you!”

“I am Seomun Young-il, daughter of Seomun Je-hwa and Ji-hwa, and leader of the Pacheon Faction [Eight Heavens Faction]. As the rightful heir to the family head’s bloodline, I have come to claim my position as family head.”

In other words.

The ‘I am succeeding to the throne’ operation was now in full swing.

At Seomun Young-il’s declaration, the martial artists of the Seomun Family began to murmur amongst themselves.

The idea that the current family head, Seomun Je, had a hidden daughter was causing quite a stir.

As the atmosphere grew tense, the man at the front bellowed.

“What nonsense are you spouting! I will punish you for impersonating the Seomun name and execute you on the spot!”

“It seems I can’t reason with underlings. Get out of my way.”

Seomun Young-il adopted the arrogant demeanor of a faction leader, just as Yoo-wol had instructed.

A grand performance to deceive them all. Today’s stage was the Seomun Family estate, and there were no friendly audience members.

At her words, Yoo Seong-woo stepped forward.

Those blocking their path were only at the A or B grade level in terms of martial arts prowess.

Stomping on the ground, he surged forward at an incredible speed, leaving behind black afterimages as he unleashed a series of merciless sword strikes.

In an instant, dozens of Seomun Family martial artists collapsed to the ground.

Each one spurted blood from their necks, like puppets with severed strings.

Yoo Seong-woo shook the blood from his sword and returned to Seomun Young-il’s side. She composed herself, concealing her surprise, and walked through the carnage with a serious expression.

As she advanced, the others followed, their fighting spirit ignited.

After walking a short distance, another group of people appeared.

“Stop! Where do you think you’re taking those filthy feet!”

“You are…….”

Seomun Young-il recognized the person blocking her way.

She had never met him in person, but she had studied his face from the data Yoo-wol had provided.

It was Seomun Cheong, the eldest son of Seomun Je.

Seomun Young-il clasped her hands in a gesture of greeting and said.

“Cheong Oraboni [term for older brother used by a younger sister], it’s nice to see you. I’m your younger sister, Young-il.”

“I have no such lowly sister as you. How dare you set foot in the family compound with those filthy feet? I will take your head and display it as a warning! And of course, your subordinates as well!”

“Pacheon Faction. Oraboni. Your words are quite vulgar, so it seems we can’t have a proper conversation. Could you please summon my father?”

“You still dare to–!”

Seomun Cheong roared and gripped his drawn sword tightly, preparing to launch himself forward.

However.

“Get back─!!”

His movements froze abruptly at the voice that boomed from behind, carrying an immense pressure.

Seomun Cheong’s face hardened, and he turned around and bowed respectfully.

“Father.”

“Didn’t I tell you to address me as Family Head? You foolish bastard.”

Walking leisurely from behind was Seomun Je, the head of the Seomun Family.

The provider of Seomun Young-il’s genes, and one of the heads of the five families who established the Celestial Alliance Fortress.

Seomun Young-il stared intently at Seomun Je as he approached.

‘Is that my father?’

Despite being over eighty years old, he appeared to be only middle-aged.

His sturdy physique and the muscles visible beneath his clothing clearly indicated that he was a powerful family head.

Seomun Young-il did not clasp her hands in greeting, but instead glared at Seomun Je and spoke.

“It’s nice to meet you, Father. I am your daughter, Seomun Young-il.”

“So you’re that bitch’s daughter. It’s been so long since I chased her out to the Sea District, and she’s still alive.”

“…You certainly don’t hold back on what you say to a daughter you’re meeting for the first time, Father.”

“Don’t call me Father with that mouth. It was just a moment of amusement. I can’t possibly call a being that is nothing more than dregs my child.”

At Seomun Je’s harsh words, Seomun Young-il bit her lip, maintaining a calm expression.

She had briefly entertained the thought that an apology might be forthcoming, but instead, only cruel words poured out.

Seomun Je, maintaining his stern demeanor, shifted his gaze from her to Yoo Seong-woo, who stood beside her.

“Are you the Hyeonwol [Dark Moon] who is helping that bitch?”

His tone was surprisingly kind, a stark contrast to how he had addressed Seomun Young-il.

Seomun Je displayed even greater interest in Hyeonwol, Yoo Seong-woo.

“I think highly of your abilities. A wandering mercenary who brought that bitch, who has nothing, all the way to the Celestial District. Why don’t you work as a foreign martial artist for the Seomun Family? I’ll give you twenty times what you’re getting from that bitch.”

Yoo Seong-woo, as well as Yoo-wol and Seomun Young-il, were stunned by the offer.

He didn’t even seem to acknowledge the troops standing before him, and his attempt to recruit Yoo Seong-woo was enough to leave them speechless for a moment.

Quickly regaining his composure, Yoo Seong-woo looked at Seomun Je and replied.

“I don’t want to hear that from an old man who can’t even control his lower body. Old man, you should age gracefully. If you’re already senile, it’ll be hard for your children to take care of you.”

“Accepting the offer would have been the only way to survive here… Kill them all. Don’t leave a single one alive.”

Seomun Je issued the order and turned away. At the same time, several powerful individuals and hundreds of martial artists emerged, surrounding the Pacheon Faction.

The faces of the Pacheon Faction’s martial artists were filled with apprehension.

Even though they were A-grade martial artists, could they possibly survive against such overwhelming numbers?

Far from winning, they would have to fight with a desperate determination just to stay alive.

“Faction Leader! Give us your orders!”

A martial artist shouted.

Seomun Young-il bit her lip at the martial artist’s plea and shouted.

“Form a battle formation!”

At her command, the martial artists formed a circle around her.

A crude battle formation. They had practiced it, but its effectiveness remained to be seen.

“I should have brought more troops…!”

As she spoke, a tremendous shockwave vibrated through the earth.

The sword wind emanating from Yoo Seong-woo’s blade swept away all those in front of him.

The warriors who couldn’t withstand the force of the sword wind were sent flying, rolling on the ground and vomiting blood.

Those who were struck by the aura infused within the sword wind were unable to completely dissipate the impact.

Yoo Seong-woo glanced back and said.

“Give the order. Faction Leader. There are things you desire, and things you must achieve, aren’t there.”

At his words, Seomun Young-il clenched her teeth.

She knew that Yoo Seong-woo was strong. But in this situation, it was uncertain whether he could create the outcome she desired.

As she hesitated for a moment, Yoo-wol whispered in her ear.

“I will make sure you get what you want. Anything.”

At Yoo-wol’s words, Seomun Young-il seemed to reach a decision, exhaled softly, and shouted.

“Hyeonwol! Drag Seomun Je here and make him kneel before me!”

“Understood.”

Yoo Seong-woo’s lips curled into a smile, faithfully maintaining his persona.

It seemed he no longer needed to hold back.

Since there were no observers, he could simply sweep them all away and devour the Seomun Family.

As soon as Seomun Young-il’s order was given, Yoo Seong-woo winked at Yoo-wol and immediately leaped forward.

A little faster than before.

But not at his maximum speed.

Only at a speed that the warriors couldn’t react to.

Cutting through the air, leaving behind only the afterimage of his black robe.

Every time the iron sword flashed in the light where he passed, blood spurted from the necks of those who stood in his path.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

In the meantime, those who appeared to be S-grade martial artists reacted to his speed and drew their swords.

A technique that seemed to be the Seomun Family’s swordsmanship sliced through the air, attempting to intercept Yoo Seong-woo.

Yoo Seong-woo struck down the sword blocking him with his own.

With a resounding clang, he pressed down on the opposing sword, and using the recoil, Yoo Seong-woo leaped up and spun around.

“Do you think I’ll let you reach the Family Head!”

“Then you go first.”

The S-grade martial artist raised his sword upwards, aiming for Yoo Seong-woo’s head.

However, Yoo Seong-woo dodged the sword by slightly tilting his head in mid-air, and then, with his iron sword still locked against the martial artist’s sword, he moved straight upwards.

The sword that climbed up like a snake sliced through the martial artist’s arm and shoulder, and blood splattered, obscuring his vision.

The martial artist, suppressing the scream that threatened to erupt from the sudden pain, swung his sword instinctively, even though he couldn’t see in front of him.

However, his sword met only empty air.

Just the emptiness of swinging through nothing.

“Now go.”

At the same time as a low voice echoed from behind, a chilling sensation pierced his cervical vertebrae.

The iron sword pierced through his neck from behind and emerged on the other side.

Yoo Seong-woo left the collapsing corpse behind and resumed his charge.

His goal was the head of the Seomun Family.

Seomun Je.

Seomun Young-il’s father, and the man who would be forced to relinquish his position as Family Head.

“As the young lady wishes─!!”

He shouted loudly and swung his sword around in a frenzy, as if he was enjoying himself.

The martial artists who were only A-grade or B-grade were cut down with a single swing or two.

The S-grades who blocked his path took a little more time to deal with.

He briefly instilled the hope that they could win, only to shatter it into pieces.

That’s how he killed three S-grades.

They could have bypassed Yoo Seong-woo and attacked the rear, but the instinct to stop Yoo Seong-woo from reaching his target consumed them.

“It’s ridiculous to see you running away with your tail between your legs! Take the sword of the woman you abandoned and your dead brother!”

Running rampant.

Yoo Seong-woo shouted like a madman and stirred up the group of martial artists, relentlessly pursuing Seomun Je.

Entering the Seomun Family’s building and cutting down all the troops he encountered, he raced up the stairs to the top floor.

Arriving at the top floor of the high-rise building. In the penthouse where only the Seomun Family’s members resided, Seomun Je was looking down at the situation outside through the window, his sword drawn.

The force that Seomun Young-il had brought was not weak.

They were resilient warriors who continued to fight even when injured.

Yoo Seong-woo was creating chaos, and Yoo-wol was holding the line.

There would be ample time to wound Seomun Je severely and drag him away.

“It’s time to go kneel before your daughter now. Old man.”

As Yoo Seong-woo spoke and flicked the blood from his sword onto the luxurious carpet, Seomun Je turned around and said.

“You are strong. The fact that you made it up here alone proves that. But that’s precisely why… you’re incredibly arrogant. And you’ve walked right into my trap.”

He smiled slightly as he looked at Yoo Seong-woo, and the moment Yoo Seong-woo realized something was amiss.

The ground beneath his feet began to glow brightly.