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"Un Geom!"
Hyun Jong shouted and was about to turn around...
But the fierce blade of Savage Blade did not allow him to leave.
Kaang!
The blade that flew straight at the neck collided with the shaking sword of Hyun Jong. However, because he had lost his composure, he failed to completely block the blade. Hyun Jong's sword bounced back, grazing his neck leaving a shallow and long cut.
"…."
"You have to calm down, Sect Leader."
Savage Blade twisted his lips.
“Isn't keeping calm your forte..?”
"……."
"It's a shame. You can't keep the word that no one dies until you die."
Hyun Jong's eyes were bloodshot.
It felt like blood was about to overflow, but at the same time, he knew it well.
If he goes to help Un Geom now, he will only be attacked on the back. And if both Un Geom and he collapsed at the same time, everyone here would be killed instantly.
Blood began to flow from Hyun Jong's eyes, where all the veins burst out of anger.
He started to feel dizzy from bleeding all over his body.
Now only the soaring anger could help Hyun Jong maintain his sanity.
"Come, you villains. I'll kill you and make you pay."
"Oh my gosh."
He laughed to the point of bending his waist.
"It's been a little fun so far……."
And he laughed like he had never laughed before. But this time, only fierceness remained in his eyes.
“But now it's not interesting anymore. Well, I will quickly end this as you wish.”
His blade began to emit an extremely terifying blue aura.
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𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑘𝑘..
Along with a pitiful scream, Hyun Sang’s left wrist was severed.
Poisonous Blood Hand didn't miss the short time when Hyun Sang was negligent for a moment due to Un Geom's condition. It was the price he had to pay for blocking the force with bare hand.
But broken wrist wasn’t the only problem.
‘Poison (毒).’
The injured wrist began to swell and turn black in an instant.
Hyun Sang gritted his teeth and used internal energy to block the poison from spreading to his whole body, continued to swing his sword again.
𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ!
A rough and imperfect slash aimed at Poisonous Blood Hand.
𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘨! 𝘒𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘨!
But his sword could not penetrate Poisonous Blood Hand's defense. At best, it only left a small scratch on his forearm.
"You seem to be in a hurry. Keuh hahaha."
Blood veins emerged in Hyun Sang's eyes.
‘Un Geom.’
Un Geom is his most cherished disciple.
Hyun Jong likes Un Am the most, but for a swordsman like Hyun Sang, Un Geom is the one he cares most about.
Hyun Sang is always satisfied when observing Un Geom. Un Geom did not neglect his training even for a single day, nor did he deviate from his duty as a swordsman for a single moment.
A man who will one day succeed him as the Master of Martial Hall.
It is Un Geom.
But at this moment, Un Geom’s preferred arm, which was considered to be his everything, was cut off.
The right arm that swings the sword.
The right arm that teaches and shapes the disciples.
"Aaaahhh!"
Hyun Sang roared in pain and charged at Poisonous Blood Hand with an rough but terrifying momentum.
"Die, you b*stards!"
"Hahahaha! Didn’t expect those words to come out of a Taoist's mouth!"
Poisonous Blood Hand smiled leisurely while receiving Hyun Sang's sword moves.
‘Un Geom.’
Hyun Sang could not hold back the flowing tears.
‘Un Geom, you punk.’
