Woon-gi nodded. Wiping the blood on his lip, he looked at the robed men surrounding them.
"Why did they attack us? Do you have any ideas as to who they are, Lunatic Investigator?"
Gwak Deomshim conjured another vortex with his blood. "Just escape when given the chance," he said with a serious and commanding tone.
Woon-gi clutches the spear in his hand. He turned and saw Gwak Deomshim's blood vortex in his hand. "What... are you?" he asked and observed closer, seeing the slit on Gwak Deomshim's wrist.
His eyes widened in surprise.
"That martial arts..."
Gwak Deomshim glanced at Woon-gi. "Shut up and follow my orders," he said before glaring at the robed men above.
"Uh... Yeah, right..." Woon-gi gripped Seo Dae tight and gathered Qi in his feet. Each passing breath slowly built his power and he felt a spark in his entire body.
The robed men glared at Gwak Deomshim preparing for his attack.
"The disciple of the Thunderous Sky Sect is preparing to run."
They diverted their gaze to Woon-gi and nodded.
"Forget them. Gwak Deomshim is now important."
They nodded once more.
Gwak Deomshim compressed the two vortexes together making them spin rapidly. "Ready?" he asked, glaring at the robed men.
Woon-gi firmly gripped Seo Dae and nodded. "Yes."
"Now!" Gwak Deomshim shouted. He hurled his vortex onto the trees surrounding them. "Go! Now!" he shouted once more.
Woon-gi didn't hesitate. With a burst of Qi, he launched himself forward, clutching Seo Dae tightly. The world around him blurred as he sped through the forest, dodging trees and obstacles with ease. "I'll come back, Lunatic Investigator!" he shouted, voice echoing through the woods.
The robed men scattered around Gwak Deomshim, dodging his attack. The vortex spun rapidly cutting everything in its path.
Gwak Deomshim hurled his arm, controlling the spinning vortex.
The robed men moved swiftly to avoid the deadly vortex, but Gwak Deomshim's control over the blood weapon was precise and relentless. Trees were shredded, and the air hummed with the raw power of the attack.
The robed men leaped onto the sky. They conjured a bow and arrow with their blood and fired rapidly at Gwak Deomshim.
Gwak Deomshim hurled his attack at the robed men and closed his hand. The spinning mass of blood transformed into a flurry of spikes, shooting upward and impaling the robed men in mid-air.
Several cultists fell from the sky, blood raining from above.
"Seems you haven't lost your touch, Gwak Deomshim!"
The surviving men dodged Gwak Deomshim's attack and escaped into the trees around them. They raised their hands upward, smiling as they glared at Gwak Deomshim.
"Blood Rain!" they chanted in unison.
The blood of their fallen comrades began to swirl into the air. The droplets of blood transformed into arrows, creating a storm of projectiles.
Gwak Deomshim's eyes narrowed as he watched the blood arrows take shape. "Fuck... I forgot that technique... That boy has probably run off to the group by now..."
He rapidly created another vortex in either of his hands, he looked up, preparing for what was to come. "This would be a pain."
The robed men dropped their hands and the accumulating projectiles rained down from the sky.
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Swordmaster, My Ass!(Under Revision)
FantasyJin Myeong lost his parents to a strange illness, leaving him alone and vulnerable in a harsh world. Driven by a desire to survive and find a sense of belonging, he wandered the mainland in search of a martial arts sect that could take him in. Howev...
