Swordmaster, My Ass!(Under Revision)

Help me and I'll help you (1)

'This brat is definitely something!'

"Stand your ground, don't let a fluke wear us down."

"Yes, elder!"

The calm cultist, who is also an elder had the same doubts as the others. The blood cult members are all scattered across the murim. But how come he had never heard of such an individual?

Normally, everyone will step out of the world and make a name for themselves if they have the strength to do so. In the murim, people only know your name if you've made such an achievement. Although the past will be forgotten and dwindled, the legacy of the past will still be passed on even if so little.

In other words, you will only be known and remembered by the actions and achievements you have created at the present.

The elder knew who Seo Dae Han was. She is the granddaughter of Sing Han, one of the great heroes who killed the  Heavenly Demon, Chen Ui.

Although not many know of her, the mere sound of the name 'Han' is enough to strike them as if a legendary warrior walked in front of them.

But this individual...

Many names and titles wafted the murim. But this kid... is unknown to everyone present.

The elder's mind wandered as he pondered.

Soon, he shook his head. Many things happened all of a sudden today, namely, the return of Gwak Deomshim, the death of the other elders, and this kid...

'This is no time for random thoughts.'

The dark hallway shone as Seo Dae conjured numerous swords, each swirling around her with elegance and beauty that almost captivated everyone who had watched it move.

Paah!

One of the swords flew at them with such speed, cutting through the air with a breeze, aiming at the elder.

The elder’s eyes widened as the ethereal sword sliced through the air with deadly precision. In an instant, he leaped back, narrowly avoiding the blade as it whizzed past him, embedding itself deep into the stone wall behind him.

“Don’t falter!” the elder barked, his voice shaking slightly as he regained his composure. “Keep your guard up!”

The remaining cultists, shaken but not broken, regrouped quickly, forming a defensive circle around the elder. Their hands glowed with blood Qi, and arrows of crimson energy began to form once again in their palms. They were ready to unleash another barrage.

Meanwhile, Jin stared at his robe with a frown. Although he had split the blood projectile, some of it spilled onto his robe, staining it and daunting it in blood.

'Shit. I have stained it... I have some spare in my bag...but I left it...'

'I'm already wearing clothes that can be considered the robe of the richest beggar! How dare you dirty my robe?!'

'Wait. This is no time for foolish things.'

A burst of light shone through the corner of his eye. He looked up. And bright, conjured swords appeared out of thin air.

'Oh look... the swords that had attacked me before...'

He shook his head, trying to get himself out of a daze.

'I feel like I'm out of place.'

'Oh well, I should just ride on the tides.'

The cultists, regaining their composure, unleashed another volley of blood arrows, their crimson energy crackling through the air. Seo Dae stood firm, her eyes narrowing as she flicked her wrist. The ethereal swords responded instantly, moving as if they were an extension of her will. The swords cut through the blood arrows with ease, dissipating them into nothingness.