Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 17

Episode 17. Take good care of your brothers

In that moment, a light flashed in Yeonjeokha’s eyes.

I could sense a strong murderous intent from the opponent’s clouded eyes that were revealed at first glance.

‘Huh! That’s it.’

The sword of the Yeonjeokha fell out of its scabbard.

Even though he was released a beat later than Hwang Yeomyeong, Yeonjeokha’s sword was faster.

With the sound of ice cracking, Huang Yeoming’s sword was cut off in the middle.

Hwang Yeo-myeong looked at Yeon Jeok-ha with blank eyes.

I clearly swung the sword all the way, so why is Yeonjeok-ha still standing there unharmed?

“omg!”

Huang Yeoming, who realized belatedly that his sword had become shorter, quickly stepped back.

“Well, let’s stop. I lost.”

With those words, Huang Yeoming hurriedly threw down his sword, fearing that Yeonjeokha would bite him and hang on.

Yeonjeokha muttered while staring blankly at Hwang Yeomyeong.

“Sir, you’re holding up well.”

“… … ?”

Hwang Yeo-myeong, who tilted his head as if he didn’t know what was being said, turned his gaze to Gu Mil-bok-geom Sim Yang-gak and Mu-yeong Shin-tu Baek-gyo, whom he considered to be on the same side.

Sim Yang-gak pointed to his left arm with a strange expression on his face.

Huang Yeoming absentmindedly turned his gaze to his left arm.

“Ahh!”

The elbow part was half cut off and dangling.

Huang Yeoming grabbed his half-severed left arm with his right hand and ran madly down the mountain. It seemed like he was going to see a doctor in the nearby village of Ha-ga.

After a while, people’s eyes turned to Sim Yang-gak and Baek Gyo.

In fact, there was no thief who didn’t know that those two people were behind this incident.

Sim Yang-gak and Baek Gyo’s gazes became intertwined.

The two were engaged in a final war of nerves over who would step forward first.

In fact, Sim Yang-gak and Baek Gyo were a little intimidated by Yeon Jeok-ha’s technique that they had seen a little while ago.

The movement of the blade was clearly only once, from bottom to top.

The two men also saw Yeonjeokha’s sword cut through Park Do.

The problem is that they don’t know why Huang Yeoming’s elbow was cut off.

Sim Yang-gak frowned.

Could it be that I poured two energies into one day?

To do that, you must reach a level where you can handle pottery freely.

But that was impossible even for someone who had been eating rice with a knife for more than a year.

‘That little brat has reached that level? No way.’

What if the elders of the Chilpai clan don’t know?

A young thief on Mt. Obong is said to have reached the realm of Taoist manifestation? That is laughable.

In the end, it seemed like he had used a method he didn’t know about, and that made me feel uneasy.

‘A master like Muyeongshintu would be able to make the opponent reveal his true colors… … .’

Sim Yang-gak hoped that Baek-gyo would come forward first.

But Baek-gyo didn’t budge an inch.

Baekgyo is not a fool. He was a seasoned warrior in the martial arts world and had no intention of fighting for Simyanggak.

Yeonjeokha, who had been watching the battle of wits between the two old men, spoke calmly.

“It seems like it’s hard to decide on an order. Should I choose?”

Sim Yang-gak, who had been pondering, nodded.

Because I don’t want to lose my strength to Baek-gyo before even fighting Yeon-jeok-ha.

Baek-gyo, who realized Sim Yang-gak’s true intentions, laughed heartily and answered.

“Hehehe! Brother Yeon, let’s do that. In fact, it’s hard to tell which is better between the two of us… .”

Yeonjeokha cut off Baekgyo’s words.

“Okay. You come out first.”

An awkward smile appeared on the chosen Baek-gyo’s face.

I feel guilty, thinking, ‘I should have just nodded like Sim Yang-gak, but I ended up talking too long and standing out.’

However, Baek-gyo quickly shook off his distracting thoughts and walked towards Yeon-jeok-ha.

“Haha, we are all one family, so let’s try not to get hurt if possible.”

I swear Baek-gyo has never said anything like this since he was born.

In fact, if Sim Yang-gak hadn’t been next to me, I might have just bowed my head and retreated. I didn’t want to risk losing one of my limbs because of the hierarchy.

“I would like to do that too, but I’m not used to using a sword, so I’m not confident. I’ve never fought before, before I climbed the mountain.”

Baek-gyo rolled his eyes incessantly.

You can tell by the feel that Yeonjeokha has little fighting experience.

That young guy looks far from evil or vicious. Those who are inherently bad have dark eyes regardless of their age.

In comparison, Yeonjeokha’s eyes are so clear that you’d believe he’s a swordsman of the Jeongpa faction. If you take away his arrogant speech, you’d believe that young man is a child of a noble family.

“Hmm, hmm, that’s why I won’t use a knife. Knives are too dangerous.”

Then Baek-gyo took out a black steel sword from his waistband.

Sim Yang-gak, who was listening to Baek-gyo’s words from afar, shook his head.

‘You’re like a shameless old man.’

Baek-gyo is famous as a thief, as his nickname suggests, Muyeong Shin-tu.

Another nickname for Baekgyo was Yangsangjunzi (梁上君子). He was given this name because he used a sword as his main weapon, just like the other noblemen of the Yang family. However, his steel sword was extremely dangerous, capable of cutting down a large tree in one breath.

‘Are you going to use that kid’s inexperience to keep him from using a sword?’

just as expected?

When Yeonjeok Baekgyo lifted the black sword, Park Do threw it back.

A bitter smile appeared on Baek-gyo’s lips.

Immediately afterwards, Baek-gyo unfolded his steel sword and approached Yeon-jeok-ha.

Shhh. Shhh.

Every time the steel stern moved, an eerie cracking sound echoed.

As the Baekgyo Festival’s Gwangpungseonbeop began, the area around Yeonjeokha was filled with fan shadows.

A few of them fell on Yeonjeokha’s face.

Yeonjeok hurriedly slapped the fan flying towards his face with his palm.

puck.

For the first time, Yeonjeokha frowned.

My palms feel cold, like I’ve been hit with a metal club.

If it weren’t for the energy of the Nine Heavens that was in my body, my bones might have broken.

‘This isn’t an ordinary debt.’

I feel like I’ve been fooled now.

Baek-gyo’s slanted eyes seem to be laughing at him.

‘Oh my! An old man is beating a whip. Let’s see who is stronger!’

He gathered a lot of the nine heavenly energy into his two fists.

And he started hitting the fans hanging around him.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

Every time his fist touched the steel fan, there was a sound of iron clashing with iron.

Baek-gyo couldn’t come to his senses.

It seemed like it was all over when I was pushing the bare-handed Yeonjeokha.

When Yeonjeok-ha hit the fan with his right hand, it was considered his last desperate attempt.

That’s like striking a sword with your bare hands.

I certainly thought so, and I fought Yeonjeokha’s fists with all my might, confident that I would win.

But somehow, it wasn’t the opponent but himself who got injured.

At some point, I lost feeling in my wrist.

The steel fan and his body were almost one. The impact from the steel fan had initially hurt his wrist, and now it was slowly piercing all the way to his danjeon.

‘Hey, stop hitting me! If you keep doing this, I’ll die!’

Baek-gyo gritted his teeth and held on.

Hoping that Yeonjeokha’s fist would break before his own body.

But heaven did not answer his prayers.

‘Woof!’

Something bitter rose up my throat.

At that moment, Baek-gyo realized that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

The windfall tax law that was supposed to continue without fail was suddenly cut off.

The moment Baek-gyo finally pulled the fan he had been struggling to extend back to his face, he paused for a moment. It felt like the strength in his grip was leaving him and the fan was about to slip away.

At that moment, something flashed before my eyes.

Bang.

Baek-gyo’s body flew backwards with a steel fan attached to his face.

Iron Fist.

The bandits on the left rushed in and took out the Baekgyo Bridge.

Blood was pooling where Baek-gyo’s head had been.

Sim Yang-gak felt a slight shiver as he saw Baek-gyo’s face crushed among the people.

‘That little boy is cruel.’

Even if he was a bandit, how could he ruin the face of an old man who shared a meal with him like that?

Baek-gyo and even himself were deceived by the innocent-looking impression.

After all, where are there any good guys in this world?

The opponent was not a lucky rookie, but a master of the Green Forest.

Unlike Huang Yeomyeong, who was only a high-level (county level) master, Baek Gyo and himself were high-level (province level) masters, but the young bastard’s inaction was endless.

‘To defeat Muyeongshintu Baekgyo in just ten seconds… … .’

It’s said that ten seconds, but in fact, Yeonjeokha directly attacked only once.

In that one room, the Baekgyo Bridge collapsed.

If Yeonjeokha had more experience, he wouldn’t have hit the fan nine times.

Sim Yang-gak knew that he was no match for Yeon Jeok-ha.

He is only about the same level as Baek-gyo or half a level higher.

‘If I were to fight Baek-gyo, it would take about a hundred seconds for the fight to end… … .’

That delicate looking girl was destroyed in ten seconds.

You learned the magic of anti-demon, but your opponent’s public power is also fearsome.

Sim Yang-gak, who had been through a lot in the martial arts world, could vaguely understand the secret behind Yeon Jeok-ha’s strength.

‘Fuck. Now I see that you’re a master of internal energy.’

Without that, it would be impossible to destroy Baekgyo in one blow.

That’s not something that can happen by chance or luck.

My mouth was completely dry.

‘Why is that guy at Mt. Obong?’

‘No, is that even possible at that age?’

‘That’s not the problem. What do we do now?’

This was when Simyanggak was deeply troubled by the problem of dealing with Yeonjeokha.

Yeonjeokha picked up the knife that was rolling on the floor and slung it over his shoulder as he approached Simyanggak.

“Are you going to use a knife?”

Sim Yang-gak, startled, waved his hands.

“No, no. I changed my mind. I have no intention of fighting Brother Yeon.”

“None?”

“That’s right. Originally, Baek-gyo and I were so similar in martial arts that it was hard to tell who was better. Since Baek-gyo was defeated, it’s obvious without even having to fight. I won’t challenge you.”

Yeonjeokha glanced at Baekgyo, who had fallen unconscious with a sullen face.

‘Should we end it like this?’

I was annoyed until the morning, but when the other person actually bowed down and came out, I became disillusioned.

Looking at the wind chime and the takgo-myeong, they were nodding their heads repeatedly as if to say, ‘That’s enough.’

The man in question, Katabuta, silently tapped the sole of his foot with his paw.

It’s a habit he has when he thinks deeply about something.

The twenty or so thieves looked at Yeonjeokha’s feet with nervous eyes. He was the youngest, but it was natural since there was no one who could tell him what to do.

Finally, Yeonjeokha’s mouth opened.

“Old man.”

Sim Yang-gak just stared blankly at the unfamiliar words.

It’s a title I’m hearing for the first time, so much so that I forget that it’s referring to me.

“No answer? Are you just going to fight?”

When Yeonjeokha glared at him, Simyanggak realized that the ‘old man’ was referring to him.

“No, that’s not it.”

“No? Wasn’t that what Jin did to his younger sibling?”

“Oh, yes. No.”

Although his pride was hurt, Sim Yang-gak held it in and endured it.

After all, isn’t this world a place where you are treated based on your strength, not your age?

“Take good care of your brothers. If you hear anything different from me again, I won’t forgive you. Got it?”