Murim Login - Chapter 325
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A Thrill.
That was the shared emotion of everyone present.
The members of the Hwasan Sect, the Gaebang Sect, the Jongnam Sect, the Hao Mun, and even the Yongbong Escort Bureau stared in stunned silence, their eyes trembling with shock at the scene before them.
“Seriously.”
Thud!
“I told you nicely.”
Thud!
“You should have stopped.”
Thud!
“How dare you throw the first punch, or rather, the first sword strike?”
Bam!
The final blow was exceptionally loud. With a gurgling sound, an elderly figure collapsed to the ground, blood bubbling from his mouth.
His face was covered in blood. The once sharply defined nose that had charmed countless women was long gone, and his once-perfect teeth, despite his age, now had only one front tooth left.
“How dare you talk about my master like that, you son of a bitch.”
Smack!
The last remaining tooth flew through the air and landed in a corner. Those who had been staring at the scene in shock all had the same thought in their minds.
‘What am I witnessing right now?’
Something unthinkable, something that should never have happened, was unfolding. A young man, just starting to make a name for himself in the martial world, was thoroughly beating up the top master of the Jongnam Sect and the elder brother of their leader. Who would believe this?
Yet, everyone present had seen it clearly.
They had witnessed the fierce exchange of blows between the two, too fast for the eye to follow. And in the end, the old man had fallen, while the young man stood tall.
“Fire Dragon…”
The two words murmured by someone resonated deeply within the hearts of those present.
Hidden Dragon Shanxi. That was the name by which Jin Taekyung was known in the martial world.
But they were wrong. The hidden dragon had finally risen, and it would soar across the skies of the world, not just Shanxi.
As a mighty Fire Dragon.
“I only got a perfect score in ethics in my life, but today, I’m attacking an old man perfectly. Get up.”
Or was it a Mad Dragon, not a Fire Dragon?
Seeing Jin Taekyung grab Hwang Bo-eom’s beard, now a mess of soot and blood, the thirty members of the Taeul Sword Division came to their senses.
Who was this old man? The respected elder of the sect and the senior brother of the sect leader, Taeul Unyielding Sword Hwang Bo-eom.
“Wait!”
“Master!”
Voices erupted simultaneously, as if prearranged.
Among them was a particularly loud and powerful shout.
“You! Release Master!”
Hwang Cheon, the head of the Taeul Sword Division and the second disciple of the Jongnam Sect, drew his sword and stepped forward.
Swish, click.
Hwang Cheon’s eyes widened like saucers.
It all happened in an instant.
A chilling blade stopped at his throat. A yellowish bamboo staff pressed against his chest, and his sword, halfway out of its sheath, was caught by another blade, unable to move any further.
Three masters, who had subdued the formidable Hwang Cheon in an instant, spoke in turn.
“It’s best not to draw that sword.”
“If you want a fight, the Yongbong Escort Bureau will oblige.”
“A strike from my staff will hurt quite a bit. I’ve only mastered it up to the fifth level.”
Hwasan Sect’s Baek Mu-seong, Silver Flower Ju Hwaran, and the Beggar Clan’s Heo Geum-gi.
But that wasn’t all.
“Protect the Young Master!”
“It’s almost over; we can’t have this drag on.”
Chief Escort Heo Jun and the cold-faced Song Il-seom of the Yongbong Escort Bureau led their men against the Jongnam Sect disciples…
“You beggars from the Beggar Clan, show those dogs what a real beating feels like!”
“Hey, we’re all beggars, aren’t we?”
“Oh, it’s been a while since I had a good fight.”
“If anyone gets hurt, it’s on the branch leader. Don’t blame us for not being able to beg afterward.”
The beggars of the Beggar Clan, wielding their sticks energetically…
“You guys stay out of this and record everything. We can sell it for a good price later.”
“Are you turning the Jongnam Sect into enemies?”
“Huh? Why make enemies of an important client? We’ll sell it to the Jongnam Sect. They’ll have no choice but to buy it at a high price.”
“Ah, I see!”
“Draw it vividly, as if it’s about to leap out.”
The Moon and Hao Mun members started documenting everything happening before their eyes.
“Wow! I’ve never seen anything like this in my life!”
“Everyone! Even Cheong Pung and Hyuk Mujin, who were watching from a distance, were stunned by the unexpected turn of events.
Hwang Cheon’s face turned red with anger and confusion.
“Everyone, stop immediately!”
The answer came from elsewhere.
“What if we don’t want to stop?”
Hwang Cheon inhaled sharply.
Beyond the shoulders of the people blocking his way, a person with cold, fiery eyes was staring at him.
“I asked you, what will you do if we don’t want to stop?”
A wisp of white steam escaped from Jin Taekyung’s sneering mouth.
Was it because he witnessed an unbelievable divine power? Just locking eyes with him and hearing his low voice made it hard to breathe.
The aura. It was an overwhelmingly powerful aura.
‘At such a young age… how?’
Hwang Cheon realized once again. To this young man who had defeated the greatest master of Jongnam, age was just a number.
‘A monster. He’s a monster.’
And now, that monster was looking at him.
To think that the martial skills he prided himself on felt so insignificant. As Hwang Cheon swallowed his dry saliva, overwhelmed by Jin Taekyung’s presence, someone spoke.
“Step back, junior. Everyone else, sheathe your swords.”
A calm voice accompanied by a familiar back blocked Hwang Cheon’s view.
“Senior Brother Hyuk…”
Jongnam’s Hidden Dragon Hyuk Sopyung. Known as the future of Jongnam, even in his current state of indulgence, he had not lost his reputation as Jongnam’s greatest talent.
He stood in front of Hwang Cheon, his gaze fixed on Jin Taekyung.
Even with dozens of weapons pointed at him, his voice was unwavering.
“Please stop this meaningless fight.”
“Meaningless? Stop? Are you kidding me?”
A soft sound escaped Jin Taekyung’s lips.
“You may have started this, but I’m the one who ends it.”
“I know. That’s why I’m asking.”
“Asking? You think you can just say anything because you have a mouth? You might get a real hole in your mouth that way.”
“The outcome is clear. I ask you to show the magnanimity of a victor.”
Jongnam Sect’s disciples widened their eyes at his respectful demeanor and words.
“Senior Brother! Speaking of magnanimity in victory tarnishes the honor of our master and the Jongnam Sect…”
“Junior.”
“Yes?”
The voice that cut Hwang Cheon off was gentle, but the following words were as sharp as a blade.
“Shut your mouth.”
“Senior Brother?”
Not just Hwang Cheon, but all the Taeul Sword Division members looked at Hyuk Sopyung in bewilderment.
Receiving all their gazes, Hyuk Sopyung slowly opened his mouth.
“If you were not blind, you would have seen. If you were not deaf, you would have heard. How all this began.”
“To scheme from the shadows to swallow the Yongbong Escort Bureau is not the conduct of a respectable sect. Hence, our sect has already lost its dignity.”
His voice was low, his expression twisted, but he didn’t stop speaking.
“And to not acknowledge one’s mistakes and instead draw swords with murderous intent in the face of clear evidence severs the last shred of trust our sect held. So, who among us dares speak of honor? Is it me, who drowned in debauchery and forgot my duties? Or is it you, who refuse to admit your faults and cling to pride?”
Hwang Cheon hung his head low. It wasn’t just him; all thirty Jongnam Sect disciples held their tongues and gripped their sword handles tightly, feeling them nearly crush under their grasp.
They were ashamed that what Hyuk Sopyung said was true, and they felt humiliation and disgrace as their deep-seated pride in their sect crumbled.
Though no one spoke, their emotions were vividly communicated to those around them.
“At least today… we were not the great Jongnam Sect.”
The final word.
Hyuk Sopyung, who had been looking at his juniors with regretful eyes, turned around. Then, facing the one person who had silently listened to him, he bowed deeply with his hands clasped.
“As a disciple of the Jongnam Sect, I deeply regret our sect’s wrongdoing and humbly ask for your mercy to spare him this one time.”
His attitude was as respectful as if he were addressing a grandmaster of the martial world.
However, the recipient of his bow was a young man.
After a moment of gazing at Hyuk Sopyung, Jin Taekyung finally spoke.
“Leaving such a miserable old man alive leaves a bad taste in my mouth… but fine, I’ll let it go this once.”
Before Hyuk Sopyung could lift his head, a cheerful voice followed.
“But just one more hit.”
Smack!
The interior of the building was in ruins.
The collapsed roof, the shattered furniture from my fight with Hwang Bo-eom, and the cold wind blowing through the broken walls mixed with the murmurs of people outside.
“My goodness, what happened to the Tower of Kings?”
“Does anyone know what happened? What’s going on?”
“I’m not exactly sure, but I heard that about an hour ago, the Taeul Unyielding Sword of the Jongnam Sect led his disciples here…”
Xi’an was the center of Shaanxi Province. Even if the Tower of Kings was in a secluded place, it couldn’t escape people’s attention.
And the commoners, drawn by half curiosity and half worry, had to face dozens of sharp-eyed martial artists.
“That’s enough.”
“This is a martial matter. Please return to your homes!”
As dozens of armed martial artists formed a barrier and prevented their approach, the gathered commoners hesitated and then backed away.
I clicked my tongue as I watched the Jongnam Sect disciples struggle to hide the internal situation.
“You’re trying hard.”
It was pitiful and pathetic to see them trying to maintain some semblance of dignity after their sect’s honor had already been shattered.
I sat down on a broken wooden chair and spoke.
“Alright, despite the unfortunate events, we need to conclude matters. Let’s find a resolution through dialogue instead of further violence.”
Ouch, it stings. Ignoring the sharp gazes from all around, I smiled at one person.
“So, what do you think, Hwang Bo Dae-hyup?”
Hwang Bo-eom groaned instead of answering immediately.
“Ugh, you…”
Both arms were broken, one leg was fractured. In addition, he had internal injuries that would take at least a year to heal, and his nose and teeth were smashed.
A wheezing sound mixed with blood gurgling came from his slightly open mouth.
“Ughhh…”
I grabbed Hwang Bo-eom’s wrist as he struggled to breathe.
Resisting the urge to break it further, I infused a bit of my energy, causing his pale complexion to improve slightly.
“Stay with me, patient. It’s negotiation time.”
“Jin Taekyung, you…”
“That phrase was popular fifty years ago.”
“You bastard, do you think the sect will leave you be…?”
“What should I do? He still hasn’t come to his senses.”
I scratched the back of my head and swiftly slapped his face.
Slap!
“Kuh!…”
Hwang Bo-eom’s eyes rolled back as he tried to fall off the chair, trembling all over. Hyuk Sopyung caught him and sighed.
“Huuu…”
“It’s not my fault. He keeps asking for it. He’s practically begging to be killed.”
“Please, stop. Any more and his life will be in danger.”
“You’ve got it tough too. Judging by your attitude, I don’t think he treated you well either, right?”
“Whether he did or not doesn’t matter. He is my master’s elder brother and a disciple of our sect.”
Judging by his complex expression, it seemed there was some story behind it.
He seems quite sensible now… I wonder if his drunken rampage was because of that.
Although I was momentarily curious, I had no intention of asking. I wasn’t that interested.
There were more important things to address right now.
“Alright, let’s start the negotiation. Miss Ju, are you ready?”
“Y-yes.”
“Please state your terms.”
What on earth is going on? Is this a dream?
Still in disbelief, Ju Hwaran rubbed her reddened cheek and spoke.
“Our Escort Bureau demands the cancellation of the contract and compensation for the damages caused by the Jongnam Sect in this incident…”
Hwang Bo-eom’s cracked voice interrupted her.
“I refuse. Our sect will not make any compensation.”
I knew this would happen.
I gave Ju Hwaran a look to hold on.
“Miss Ju, hold on for a moment.”
“Yes?”
“Just a moment.”
Without hesitation, I slapped Hwang Bo-eom’s face again.
Slap!
“Kuh!…”
“Master!”
“I’ll ask again. Will you compensate or not?”
Hwang Bo-eom glared at me with burning eyes.
“Our sect… will not make any…”
Slap!
“Kuh! We will not compensate…”
Slap!
“Kuh! We will compensate! Fine, we will compensate!”
“Okay, compensation! Thank you!”
Negotiation is so easy.