"Hoh?"

Although it was a short exclamation, Ghost Hand couldn't hide his surprise inwardly.

The vibration of the ground that reached far.

The wave of energy that spread out.

"Just as I thought... he's no ordinary punk."

Where on earth did such a guy appear from?

"He must have... obtained a fortuitous encounter."

He had no choice but to think so.

Because it was as if Cheonyeong had fallen from the sky or sprung up from the ground.

He was thirteen when he escaped from the hands of the Yin Hand Chamber as the son of the Mandeok Estate.

He returned at seventeen.

Just four years.

If a kid who started with nothing returned as such a master in just four years, what other reason could there be?

But no matter how much of a fortuitous encounter he had, was it possible to reach that level in just four years?

"They say a genius surpasses the category of an ordinary person... indeed."

Ghost Hand focused more on Cheonyeong's figure with narrowed eyes.

Excited to see what else he would show...

"Yongcheon, step back for now. Our precious Tang family members might get hurt."

"What? You're going to do it alone?"

"Yeah."

"...But the numbers."

How could he not know the worry conveyed in his expression and voice?

"Numbers? Keuk. Yongcheon, to me, the Family Head of the Tang family, such things are no problem at all."

Gather hundreds of things that aren't even like warriors. Are they a match?

"...Keung. I understand. But if it seems dangerous."

"Don't worry."

"..."

"I am the Family Head of the Tang Family's estate."

Yongcheon sighed and laughed at the sight of Cheonyeong turning his body and walking away.

"Yongcheon."

"Yeah?"

"Will he be okay?"

"Yeah."

"..."

"Everyone, don't take your eyes off him. That is the image of our Family Head."

"Okay!"

The kids answered forcefully at Yongcheon's words.

Wasn't his back too reliable to try and stop him?

Let's trust him.

Because he is my, no, our Family Head.

"You punk, you're going to take us all on? You crazy bastard!"

Lee Ilpyeong, who had heard Cheonyeong's conversation with Yongcheon, gritted his teeth with a hideous expression.

"Yep."

It was a very concise and calm answer.

"You punk..."

"It's enough. As long as that person called Ghost Hand over there doesn't interfere..."

Lee Ilpyeong's face color changed ceaselessly at Cheonyeong's nonchalant, smiling words.

That punk...

He's so colorful.

Well, it would be unpleasant to hear that he would be dealt with alone.

It would feel like being completely ignored by a punk he considered a brat.

But he had to do it alone.

It was enough to have shown the skills of the Tang family members to that extent.

For a martial family's name to be known, the warriors of the family must also be evaluated as having great skills, but in the end, the person who becomes the center must be strong.

A master that no one could look down on.

That was him.

Also, Lee Ilpyeong, and the Yin Hand Chamber, were the enemies of the Mandeok Estate.

How could he borrow someone else's hand to repay that?

I'll... mess you up myself.

So that the wrongdoings committed in the past will come to mind vividly in pain.

"Fine. You thunder-like brat. I will crush that arrogant face of yours."

Lee Ilpyeong twisted his lips and sneered.

At that sight, Cheonyeong held up one finger.

Kkadak, kkadak.

As if understanding its meaning, Lee Ilpyeong's colorful face turned as hot as iron in a blacksmith's furnace.

Bright red...

"What are you doing? I'm waiting. Anyone, come quickly. I'm bored of waiting."

A bored expression was a bonus to his taunting attitude.

But even if he looked stupid, Lee Ilpyeong was worthy of being called the master of a sect.

"Patrol Hall Master."

"Yes!"

"If we just take down that punk, the Tang Family's estate is nothing."

"...I understand what you mean."

At Lee Ilpyeong's words, Andeukseong drew his broadsword and stepped forward menacingly.

You vile bastard.

He must be as angry as he can be, but look at him sending out his subordinates first to test my skills.

Well, isn't he a corpse without his conspiracies and trickery?

"Punk, I'll make you regret acting so cocky by stepping forward alone!"

Cheonyeong sneered at Andeukseong's words.

This is why you're a lackey.

Not even knowing you're a meat shield sent out by the Chamber Master to test the waters.

"Family Head!"

Yongcheon frowned and let out a pitiful cry at the sight of the warriors approaching Cheonyeong.

He was a kid who worried a lot.

But, since he had already heard his words, he didn't step forward like before.

Because he was a kid who listened well.

Then, I'll show you exactly why a sword-catcher is a sword-catcher.

As flying wooden needles suddenly appeared in Cheonyeong's hands, which were crossed in front of his chest.

"Hidden weapons! Be careful of the hidden weapons!"

Andeukseong shouted urgently to his subordinates.

You're kidding me.

If you're careful, can you even block them?

Ah, is he thinking that my hidden weapon technique is similar to the one the Tang family members showed earlier?

The level is different from the start, you punks.

The minute movements of the fingers.

The direction and strength of the wind.

The various variables that occur in the surroundings.

Considering all of that is what hidden weapon technique is.

And it was I who raised the martial art called hidden weapons to the level of art.

Jjwararak!

Cheonyeong wedged the flying wooden needles between his fingers.

"What are you doing? You're not coming? If you don't step forward first, you won't have a chance."

He smiled brightly at the warriors.

"Get him!"

At Andeukseong's shout, the warriors rushed towards Cheonyeong all at once.

Watch carefully.

What the true form of the hidden weapon technique, which martial artists taboo, is.

Cheonyeong spread his crossed hands wide and extended his arms.

There was no sound, no change.

Just silence.

And the flying wooden needles that left his hands spread out, filling the space like ripples on water.

A simple and concise action.

Cheonyeong had already corrected his posture, but for some reason, the warriors couldn't take a single step.

Those watching were just puzzled.

He had clearly made a throwing motion, but they hadn't seen anything.

"What the hell did this bastard do?"

Andeukseong, who still hadn't grasped the situation, said irritably.

In his eyes, it only looked as if Cheonyeong had brought his hands together at his chest and then spread them wide.

Of course, Lee Ilpyeong was also the same in not grasping the situation.

"What are you all just standing there for! Are you just going to stare blankly! Patrol Hall Master! What are you doing, not attacking!"

Lee Ilpyeong shrieked at the sight of the unmoving warriors.

"Hah, you're really not even worth dealing with."

"What did you say?"

"They're not not moving, they can't move."

"What?"

"...Well, what would you know?"

Cheonyeong slowly started walking.

The warriors who had tried to attack him couldn't even move as Cheonyeong passed by them.

"What the hell are those guys..."

Lee Ilpyeong and the Yin Hand Chamber warriors were just puzzled by the incomprehensible situation, but only one person, Ghost Hand No Gwanyeong, was staring at Cheonyeong with his eyes wide open.

...I couldn't see it.

He felt a chill on the back of his neck, and cold sweat trickled down his spine.

It was just one move.

Even if the Yin Hand Chamber warriors were not that skilled, a full ten warriors were subdued in a single, seemingly simple movement.

No Gwanyeong's narrowed eyes quickly scanned the warriors who were frozen like stone statues.

The paralyzing vital points.

On a person's body, there were a total of nine, from the Geogol point to the Gongson point.

He couldn't see all of them because of their clothes, but he could clearly see the Hegu point on their hands.

And deeply embedded there...

No Gwanyeong couldn't believe it even after seeing it with his own eyes.

Ten of them.

They were in different directions, and the position of their hands was different for each.

But.

"H-he hit them accurately?"

Just what was visible was ten in the Hegu points.

If he had subdued all the vital points on the front of their bodies?

"At least... four..."

Didn't that mean he had hit all forty or so hidden weapons in a single motion?

Then he had read all ten of their movements in an instant and aimed for the exact locations?

With a full forty hidden weapons?

If he hadn't seen it himself, he would never have believed it.

This wasn't the kind of thing people called hidden weapon technique, was it?

It was a feat that no one could imitate.

Something never before seen in the martial world...

Tang Cheonyeong had quietly and quickly subdued all the enemies before him.

"Hah... this is."

A dry laugh escaped him.

He had just been watching out of curiosity... but now that he saw it, wasn't he a monster rather than a brat who had luckily obtained a fortuitous encounter?

What if it had been him... could he have dodged it?

He wasn't readily confident.

In No Gwanyeong's eyes as he looked at Cheonyeong, a strange tension was flowing, beyond curiosity.

"You punk, what kind of sorcery did you use!"

Andeukseong shouted at Cheonyeong, who was walking leisurely among his subordinates who were standing stupidly, not moving.

"What? Sorcery?"

This was truly ridiculous.

Not knowing that he couldn't see it because his skills were lacking, and talking about sorcery.

And what if he did use some sorcery?

Wasn't he the type to point fingers, calling it the Demonic Cult, if he showed something a little beyond his comprehension?

"My goodness, a guy like this... is a Patrol Hall Master, so of course the Yin Hand Chamber is a mess. Well, it would be strange for a tiger to be under a dog."

"What did you say? You damn punk!"

The impatient Andeukseong swung his broadsword roughly.

Pathetic.

Calling this martial arts...

It was just a swing that lacked not only form but even proper stance.

Teok!

Two fingers were enough.

Thumb and index finger.

Hidden weapon technique was that kind of martial art.

To use it, how good did your finger strength have to be?

A guy like you could never follow it, even if you died and came back to life.

"Is this all?"

"You punk..."

Andeukseong gritted his teeth and grimaced at his broadsword, which had been caught so powerlessly.

For some reason, even though he was holding it with both hands and straining, the broadsword showed no sign of coming out.

Moreover, what was with this gaze?

At the killing intent in Cheonyeong's eyes, Andeukseong felt like a moth caught in a spider's web, struggling.

"Patrol Hall Master Andeukseong. I hear you told the hunters' association to attack the Tang Family's estate."

"Th-that was the Chamber Master..."

"You were the one who carried it out."

"...!"

"Thanks to that, Yongcheon's shoulder was injured."

The smile on Cheonyeong's lips was even sinister.

Andeukseong, who had goosebumps, struggled even more, trying to pull out his broadsword.

Why on earth wouldn't this broadsword come out?

"Tsk, stupid... you could have just let go of the sword."

"Ah!"

People are so simple.

To think they can't even think of that simple thing when faced with a crisis.

However.

Teok.

The moment Andeukseong tried to let go of the sword, Cheonyeong grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

"Considering what's related to the Mandeok Estate, I want to do it myself... but there's someone else waiting for you."

"What?"

"I pray you can live."

With a bright smile, Cheonyeong pulled Andeukseong hard and threw him back.

And then.

"Sanghui!"

"...?"

"That's the guy. The one who ordered Yongcheon's shoulder to be injured."

Cheonyeong didn't even look back.

Well, he understood well enough.

Because he could feel Sanghui's killing intent to the point where his back tingled.

"You fucking son of a bitch!"

Puk! Puk-puk-puk-puk-puk!

Fast, and light.

He didn't know how many times she had stabbed in that fleeting moment.

Now, what's left is.

"Lee Ilpyeong."

"..."

As Cheonyeong's narrowed gaze shone eerily, Lee Ilpyeong flinched and took a step back.

With eyes shining like a blue flame, Cheonyeong said.

"You... should not have touched the Mandeok Estate."

(End of Chapter)