Beastly and Fearlessly - Chapter 42
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Episode 42
Shaeeek.
At that moment, the man on the left reached out his hand.
At the end of it, a sharp, shiny blade was aimed at my neck.
The one on the right leaped backwards and spread both palms out toward me.
A white powder poured down on me, blurring my vision.
bang.
He grabbed the hand wielding the knife and slammed it into the table.
And then he stuck the chopsticks he was holding into the back of his hand.
The chopsticks that pierced my hand were stuck into the table like nails.
“Ugh.”
But this guy is a first-class killer.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he extends his remaining hand and rushes at me again.
I grabbed the guy by the hair and tilted his head to the side.
And then he stuck one of the remaining chopsticks in two inches next to his Adam’s apple.
The place where the carotid artery passes.
If you hit this spot exactly, there will be an immediate reaction as blood flow from the heart to the brain is drastically reduced.
Like this guy in front of you right now.
“Uh, uh… … .”
He was struggling with the chopsticks stuck in his left neck, then he suddenly collapsed.
A situation that happened in one breath.
The guy who had thrown something at me and stepped back was now hanging with his back against the corner of the guest room ceiling.
When looking up from below, it looks like a large spider.
“Big. Is it acid poison? You should have mixed it in your drinks or food and poisoned them beforehand. Who taught you to spray it in your face like this? Just hold your breath and it’ll be over.”
“… … But you didn’t hold your breath.”
This means that he was watching the situation calmly even as his colleague collapsed, bleeding profusely.
Mountain toxin is a poison that disrupts one’s internal energy.
It is usually added to food or alcohol to cause poisoning.
If you spray it in powder form like now, even if you become addicted, it won’t last long.
One hour at most?
Of course, the number of shots fired would be enough to cut off the opponent’s neck.
“I guess you underestimated me by bringing such a crude item?”
Mountain poison doesn’t work well on experienced practitioners.
“You are clearly addicted.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the bastard kicked the wall and ran towards me.
In his hand he held a dagger hidden inside his sleeve.
A faint aura hanging over the blackened sword.
He’s a much better player than the guy who died from being stabbed with chopsticks a while ago.
Shaeeeeek.
I stared silently at the swords that were simultaneously aiming for my heart.
If it’s not a fight between neighborhood gangs, the background is very important.
It is no exaggeration to say that victory or defeat is determined by the quantity and operation.
No matter how strong your original power is, it is difficult to handle an attack that contains internal energy.
But if your innate power is too strong, it’s a different story.
The moment the tip of the sword was about to reach his heart, he grabbed the bastard’s arm and held him back.
And then he just broke his elbow.
Crunch.
For a moment, he showed an expression distorted by pain.
A left hand extends stealthily out of sight.
Empty palm.
A method of assassination that focuses on stealth rather than destructive power.
It has the disadvantage of being able to be deployed only at close range, but it leaves no trace until it reaches the opponent.
This is the technique I taught to the first-class assassins of Salmak.
The same goes for swinging the sword first to hide the sound field.
chin.
The guy’s penis, which was secretly extending from my navel, was blocked by my hand.
The guy who didn’t react even when the elbow on the side holding the sword was bent made an expression of disbelief.
“I see you’ve even mastered the piano, so are you top-notch?”
A picture of two people holding each other’s palms together.
A cold air rushes through the caught hand.
A situation where I, who was addicted to the poison of the mountain air, was able to endure the power of the first-class killer of Salmak with my pure strength.
I shouldn’t be your opponent, but my power is beyond common sense.
“What, what is this… … .”
The guy’s face was distorted.
What is this guy most curious about right now?
Why was it possible to block out the silent screams?
Or is this incredible power that blocks one’s own method without any background?
Kkwaduk.
The guy with the broken wrist fell to his knees.
“The level of Salmakdo has dropped a lot.”
The night I died.
In the garden of Salmak, there were dozens of first-class salamanders that fell into my hands.
They probably promoted unprepared guys to first class to fill the empty positions.
“Uh, how… … .”
The eyes of the man facing death are filled with more questions than bewilderment.
Still, since we’re on the same path, I should at least tell you the reason.
I whispered quietly in his ear.
“I was your senior. A special agent of Salmak.”
You gave me the answer, but it only raised more questions.
I guess I’ll still be curious even after I die.
How did a young savage from the South become Salmak’s special agent?
Woodduck.
I snapped the neck of the guy who was trembling with his lips, unable to find the words to say.
I have a lot of questions, but this guy is a savior.
A fate where you have to bite your tongue and choose death rather than reveal your secret.
Since he won’t open his mouth anyway, it’s right to kill him.
The two eyes, unfocused, were still looking at me.
Then, soon, it collapsed and fell to the floor.
When I looked back, I saw two people with surprised looks on their faces.
Deoksam was about to pick up a chair and run towards it.
Although he may be annoying at times, he is not the type of dog that would abandon his owner and run away to live on his own.
So take it with you.
The little boy pulled out a sword as small as my body and aimed it.
His posture seemed stable, but his hand holding his sword was shaking, perhaps because it was his first time facing the assassins.
“Deoksam, put down your chair. What are you doing that makes the atmosphere in the guest room so tense?”
Of course, this isn’t something I should be saying, having stuck a chopstick in my carotid artery and turned my head back.
He gave a generous amount of silver to the innkeeper.
There is no broken furniture, so it is a price to pay for recovering the body.
When I went outside, the rain had stopped.
There must have been one more.
A guy who watches from afar and then moves according to the situation.
He will probably go back to Salmak and report back, having confirmed the overwhelming failure.
This might get a bit annoying.
There are two ways to completely solve this.
You can either storm into the barracks and decapitate them all, or find the client and kill him.
Now it’s obviously the second.
But someday the day will come when we can put the first one into action.
“But how did you know?”
The little boy who had been walking silently asked.
How did those guys who looked like ordinary peddlers know that they were selling things?
The voice was still trembling.
There’s a difference between being ordinary and trying to look ordinary.
Just as there is a difference between something that doesn’t exist and something that is hidden as if it doesn’t exist.
Only by getting over this can you hope to get to the first-class and even the special-class kill.
But how can we explain this subtle difference?
The same goes for small habits that are only visible to the killers of the dead.
“I didn’t like the look in your eyes.”
“Ah. The look in your eyes… … .”
The kid looks at me like I’m crazy.
I became one of those crazy guys who, while drinking, suddenly sticks chopsticks down someone’s throat because he doesn’t like the look in their eyes.
So I added.
“And… … I didn’t like the way it looked either.”
“Ah. It looks like… … .”
Isn’t this making me even crazier?
* * *
The period that Noh Cheong-bong spoke of was two weeks.
Meanwhile, white smoke rose ceaselessly into the sky from the blacksmith shop.
But he just sat there, looking at the hot flames that could melt the heavens and earth.
When I went to see him on the promised day, he shook his head.
“I guess it’s because it’s been so long that I’m starting to feel greedy.”
He is not a man who would go back on his own words.
“There is plenty of time, so you don’t have to rush.”
“I’ll wait until this fire burns long enough. Get me some more firewood.”
His forge was already suffocatingly hot, but he said it wasn’t enough.
“Okay, I’ll bring you plenty of firewood.”
Deoksam was given the nickname Jangjakpaewang (長斫覇王) and a mission.
As the place makes the man, soon there will be a mountain of firewood behind the blacksmith’s shop.
I returned to the inn, leaving behind Deoksam, who was grumbling and heading towards the mountain with an axe in his hand.
I’m practicing like crazy here.
The little one was worried that the water would come again, but for the time being, it didn’t matter.
The owner of Salmak is a cautious person.
Two first-class assassins failed without even trying.
He never moves until the situation is confirmed.
“Phew.”
I finished my training in the mind method.
Now the lower abdomen below the navel is quite firm.
Now, we are in a situation where the division is right in front of us.
This means that the current number of individual bows will increase from four to eight.
However, there is a limit to breaking through this wall using only the current method of mind operation.
I need something that will increase my stamina all at once.
For example, elixirs and such.
However, Namman is not a place where it is easy to obtain elixir.
It’s not something you can find by wandering around the mountains all day.
In my previous life, I was cautious about elixirs.
My body wasn’t equipped to withstand such tremendous force.
For someone who is dying from blocked blood vessels, an elixir can easily become poison.
Now, it’s okay to chew it instead of eating rice, and to drink it from a bowl like water.
You can’t eat it because it’s not there.
These days, the little one is always watching my training.
He also swings his sword from a distance.
Fortunately, the basics were well laid.
Mujaedo is also useful.
Over time, you will develop pretty decent skills.
“Can I get elixir through Bangrimpyoguk?”
“Yes? Elixirs? Of course you can get them, but they’re not very good. I heard they’re harder to get these days. I heard the price skyrockets as soon as they’re released on the market.”
It’s probably because the Yongbong branch meeting is coming up.
Because there is nothing like an elixir to improve your skills in a short period of time.
At that moment, words that made the little boy’s eyes sparkle came out of his mouth.
“I’m saying this because we’re talking about elixirs. The Central Plains were already in an uproar for a while. The Thousand-Year-Old Doll Seol-sam appeared in Heuksi.”
A thousand-year-old doll?
The name Hyeongsam comes from its human-like appearance, and is also called Dongjasam.
Ordinary wild ginseng is found in shady and moderately humid places, but ginseng found on snow-covered mountains is called snow ginseng.
The doll-shaped ginseng grown in the snow contains both the original positive energy of the ginseng and the cold energy of the ginseng.
That alone is a great elixir, but for those who have endured in the snow for a long time, the term “thousand-year elixir” is attached to it.
I don’t know if it’s actually been a thousand years.
“Wow. That must have been very expensive. Who bought it?”
Heuksi is a black market that deals with items that are not easy to obtain.
Of course, the political guys also show up often.
Because it’s a place where anyone can get something as long as they pay enough.
“No one bought it. It disappeared on the night the auction was supposed to be held.”
“You said your stuff was stolen from the black market?”
As it is a place that handles all the precious things in the world, its security is also very strict.
Besides, if it was a great elixir like the Millennium Doll, there would have been tremendous caution.
“That’s why. There was chaos. They surrounded us on all sides like a net, but they couldn’t stop it.”
There was one person who came to mind.
The only person who can break through the strict security of the Black City, steal the Thousand-Year-Old Doll, and then disappear like the wind.
“Dreamlike Shinto Dumunrang… … .”
I muttered without realizing it.
The world’s greatest thief, who can even steal the Shaolin monk’s prayer beads if he wants to.
He is called the best in the Central Plains based on divine law alone.
“Huh? Do you know Mongyeongshintu? There was a fuss about finding him for a while. Of course, we never found a trace of him.”
There’s no way you’ll find it.
No one has ever seen his face properly.
But I had a guess.
If he still has the Millennium Doll, and my guess is correct… … .
He is in Namman now.
To his hidden place that no one knows about.
Of course, I know where that place is, having chased him for a long time.
“Kid, get ready to go out.”
A great opportunity came to me.