Murim Login - Chapter 332
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“Who dares to cause trouble on the Yangtze River!”
It didn’t seem like anyone over there would answer.
Ignoring Mu Song’s shout, I gathered my energy to enhance my eyesight.
Even from a distance of about two hundred jang, my eyesight, sharp enough to be called eagle-like, captured everything clearly.
‘Those are…’
They were river pirates. Two ships, much larger than the fast ship we were on, were surrounding a smaller boat, with arrows and harpoons flying incessantly. My eyes naturally turned to Mu Song after confirming the flag flying on the pirates’ ships.
“I don’t know who those lowlifes are, but they’re done for. Men, get ready to… why are you looking like that?”
“Uh, senior, I’m not sure how to put this…”
“What is it?”
“Those lowlifes… they seem to be from the Yangtze River Route Alliance.”
Mu Song was silent for a moment before he burst out.
“That can’t be!”
“It’s not that it can’t be, but their flag clearly says ‘Yangtze River Route Alliance’ in bold letters.”
“Didn’t you say you were illiterate just a moment ago?”
Is he a pirate or a razor blade? He has a surprisingly sharp side.
Instead of being flustered, I hardened my expression and said.
“I learn quickly. And is that the issue right now? We need to swiftly deal with those ruffians disturbing the Yangtze River’s order!”
Mu Song looked like he wanted to deal with me first, but he completely agreed with my point.
“You’re right. In these times, daring to commit murder on the Yangtze… I’ll kill them all at once!”
It was ironic to hear such words from a pirate leader, but according to Gung Kibang, Mu Song was considered part of the moderate faction within the Yangtze River Route Alliance.
His philosophy was that taking money was enough; there was no need to take lives.
Well, they’re still taking things, after all.
When you think about it, all bandits are the same. However, in the martial world, where people draw swords at the slightest provocation, Mu Song, as the disciple of the alliance leader, was indeed considered conscientious.
“Raise the red flag!”
At the loud command from their leader, five fast ships hoisting battle flags advanced rapidly.
Swoosh!
The sails filled tautly with the timely wind. The fast ships, modified for maximum speed, cut through the water unimpeded, closing the distance.
When the distance was halved to about one hundred jang, urgent shouts erupted from the pirates attempting a boarding action.
“Fast ships!”
“Mu Song from the Water Dragon Gang is here! Retreat, everyone!”
But Mu Song wasn’t about to let them go.
The distance was now just over fifty jang. His eyes gleamed as he watched the panicked pirates scurrying back to their ships.
“Let’s see their faces!”
With a grinding sound, Mu Song grabbed a massive harpoon and leapt from the stern.
Thud!
As the solid wooden deck splintered, Mu Song’s figure soared in a parabola, the Yangtze River swallowing him up.
‘Isn’t that dangerous?’
The Yangtze River isn’t like a mountain stream.
Even though this was one of the branches of the main river, it was as wide and deep as the sea, with ferociously strong currents.
No wonder Hyuk Mujin, pale-faced from retching, asked.
“Shouldn’t we save him or something, ugh!”
“Gibang, pat his back.”
“I’m not a nanny…”
Of course, he’s not a nanny. Who would use a beggar as a nanny?
Grumbling, Gung Kibang patted Hyuk Mujin’s back and said.
“Do you think a pirate leader would jump into the Yangtze without knowing water skills? Especially the disciple of the King of the Seas, who’s unmatched in water?”
“Oh, right.”
“Whoever they are, they’ve messed with the wrong people. There’ll be a massacre today.”
Gung Kibang’s prediction was accurate.
A few seconds later, Mu Song reappeared on the water’s surface, about ten jang ahead of the fast ship.
Splash!
His large figure glided smoothly, slicing through the water like a waterskier. My jaw dropped at the sight.
“This is unbelievable!”
He was even faster than the fast ship.
Seeing Mu Song rushing toward the ship like a merman, my blood boiled with excitement.
“If it’s come to this, I’m going too!”
Gung Kibang screamed.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
“Ugh!”
“Eun-in, me too!”
“Everyone, shut up! The Great Route, the Yangtze River is calling me!”
Brushing off the Bermuda Triangle, I sprinted across the deck and leapt with all my might from the bow.
Thud! Crack!
The bow shattered under the force, my body surrounded by a sense of floating and the fierce wind slamming into my face.
Swoosh!
“Freedom! Freedom!”
I became a bird, but soon lost strength and fell.
“Senior!”
“Huh!”
Thunk!
I landed gently on the back of a passing merman.
The angle, speed, distance calculation, and the point of impact were all precise, resulting in a perfect landing.
‘Perfect…’
“What’s perfect!”
Mu Song shouted in frustration at the unexpected stowaway, but there was nothing he could do now.
I looked at the pirates trying to steer their ship away and shouted.
“Let’s go!”
“Damn it! If it’s come to this, let’s charge the ship!”
“Yes, that’s the spirit, senior!”
“See me later!”
Swoosh!
Gritting his teeth, Mu Song accelerated.
The pirates, who had barely found their footing, tried to flee, but it was too late.
We were a harpoon aiming at the ship’s side.
“Go, senior! Ocean Grappling Harpoon Strike!”
“Yaaah!”
We shouted at the top of our lungs, extending our arms simultaneously.
He held a harpoon, and I held a spear, but they shared one thing in common.
The immense energy gathered at their tips.
Swoosh!
The two spears, tearing through the wind, pierced the damp and solid side of the ship, and in the next moment—
Boom! Rumble!
An enormous shockwave and thunderous roar echoed.
“Mujin.”
In response to my calm voice, Hyuk Mujin, finally done retching, answered with a pale face.
“Yes?”
“I think I’m suited to being a pirate.”
“What nonsense are you talking about now?”
“Do you want to hear wailing?”
“I misspoke because I’m not feeling well. Now that I think about it, it suits you perfectly.”
“Right?”
“Yes. The way you bravely pierced through the ship was remarkable.”
“Exhilarating, wasn’t it?”
I nodded in satisfaction, looking at the sinking ship.
On one side, Mu Song’s subordinates, in small boats from the fast ship, were rescuing the pirates floundering in the water. On the other, the remaining pirates, heads bowed, were tied up and transferred to the fast ship.
‘One ship sunk. The other captured.’
For a first naval battle, it was a splendid result.
I initially planned to sink both ships, but the pirates lost their will to fight upon seeing one ship go down, surrendering immediately.
Of course, even after surrendering, the outcome wasn’t favorable.
“How dare you disgrace the name of the Yangtze River Route Alliance?”
Even though Mu Song was part of the moderate faction, he was still a ruthless martial artist who had survived the rough Yangtze River.
Once he snapped, there was no stopping him.
“Throw them to the fish.”
The bound pirates widened their eyes.
“You can’t do this!”
“Chief! Please, no!”
But all they got in return was Mu Song’s cold gaze.
“Chief? I’m not your chief. And don’t worry, your leader will join you soon.”
“We were wrong! Please, just this once…!”
“If you dared to cross into the Water Dragon Gang’s territory, you should have been prepared. Do you know why I saved you? So I could punish you personally.”
At Mu Song’s signal, his subordinates dragged the pirates away.
Facing imminent death, the pirates screamed, but with their limbs bound, they sank into the water with a splash.
Cheongpung bit his lip, his face pale as he watched over fifty pirates being drowned one by one.
‘No wonder.’
This kid, who fears blood, can’t possibly endure such a sight.
Feeling concerned, I spoke gently.
“Close your eyes. I’ll tell you when it’s over.”
“No, Eun-in, I’m fine.”
“Even if they deserve it, it’s still hard to watch people die.”
“No.”
“Hmm?”
Cheongpung, his eyes twitching, spoke up.
“I’m just trying to get used to it.”
Get used to it? I never expected Cheongpung to say that.
Cheongpung had a naturally good disposition, unlike other youths who were tainted by the secular world.
Because of this, he feared blood and avoided killing, but now I sensed a steely resolve in him.
‘Is it from the fight with the Blood Lord at Songshan?’
The first encounter with death must have awakened something in Cheongpung.
I felt both proud and bitter.
‘It’s inevitable. This is Murim.’
Yes, this is Murim, a place where the shadow of war looms.
He couldn’t remain a naive mountain boy forever.
‘If he’s grown like this, it’s fortunate.’
Cheongpung, straining to keep his eyes open, sighed in relief as the execution ended.
But it wasn’t over yet.
“Hwang Taegoo, it’s your turn now.”
Mu Song’s low voice echoed across the deck.
Kneeling before Mu Song, unlike the other pirates who were bound with chains, was a man in his fifties. Hwang Taegoo was the mastermind behind this incident.
Seeing him, Gung Kibang muttered.
“I wondered why Mu Song was here. This explains it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Even the Nine Great Sects and the Five Noble Families have factions. How much more so for a pirate group like the Yangtze River Route Alliance.”
“You’re saying this Hwang Taegoo lost in a faction fight?”
“He was known for his greed and violence. He ruled the Yangtze in Sichuan until a few years ago… then he was pushed out by Mu Song.”
So a loser in internal power struggles went on a rampage and got caught?
As I pondered this, Hwang Taegoo spoke.
“I have nothing to say to a brat who knows nothing of the world. Kill me.”
“You’ll get your wish soon enough. But why did you do this?”
“Hmph, what a stupid question. I’m a pirate. What’s wrong with killing and stealing?”
“No point in talking. I should have killed you sooner.”
Mu Song’s face hardened as he raised the harpoon, but just then—
“Seonhwa-a Mu Song Daehyeop, could you wait a moment?”
A sudden voice reached everyone’s ears.