The assassin of the The Perfect Shadow Organization looked around with disbelieving eyes.

At first, it was just one brat's struggle, but in no time, the The Perfect Shadow Organization was being turned into a mess by just three intruders.

First, the skinny, strangely noble-looking guy was swinging his sword as if reminiscent of the Taegeuk, driving the surrounding assassins like autumn leaves.

However, this guy was nothing.

He was at a level that the full force of the The Perfect Shadow Organization could sufficiently handle.

Thwack!

Arrows flew as if embroidering the sky.

And each of those arrows did not miss, piercing the foreheads of the assassins.

"This is the sword of Diancang!"

That culprit was a skinny, shabby old man shooting arrows from a watchtower far away.

However, unlike the shabby old man's appearance, each arrow he shot was a one-shot kill itself.

A situation where they couldn't even dare to get close.

But even that was trivial.

The white-haired man who was gradually approaching him as he observed the situation.

He was just walking as if taking a stroll.

Slice.

But the necks of the assassins around him were being cut off like rice stalks during harvest season.

There was an ink-black sword at his waist, but he didn't seem to have drawn it.

He was just walking, and the necks of the assassins around him were flying off, a wondrous martial prowess that looked like a strange phenomenon.

"It's sorcery!"

Slice.

In the end, all that assassin could do was shout "It's sorcery!" and have his neck cut.

Baek Yoonjun looked at the cold corpse coldly.

'These guys, they call everything sorcery. Not even third-rate bastards.'

Baek Yoonjun was timid and didn't express it on the outside, but he had pride in his own martial arts in his own way.

Although it was third-rate, it was because he had never done anything so hard for so long in his life.

Even though it started because of survival.

'Is it roughly sorted out? I was trying to handle it quietly for the children's safety, but somehow it turned into a mess.'

Baek Yoonjun spread his senses and looked around.

It was roughly sorted out, but.

'What? There are people coming this way?'

Baek Yoonjun noticed the presence of three people coming towards him with his senses.

"Are you listening? I didn't grow because of the side effects of poison!"

Baek Yoonjun sent Tang Yuhwa, who was still following him and grumbling about her age, behind him and glared at the place where the people were coming from.

Those people split into three, as if they were going to take on one person from the group each, and one of the scattered people appeared in front of Baek Yoonjun.

"Am I your opponent?"

What appeared was a one-armed swordsman, who on the outside looked like someone extraordinary.

'What I feel is just so-so, though?'

His appearance was extraordinary, but to Baek Yoonjun, he just looked like a third-rate or lower martial artist.

"I am the Blood Wind Master. Know that it is an honor to become the food for my beloved sword, the Blood Wind Sword."

The opponent drew his sword.

Baek Yoonjun spread his senses to the maximum and examined the man who called himself the Blood Wind Master, but no matter how much he examined, he was third-rate or lower.

'Could it be that he's a master to the extent that I can't even feel him?!'

A red energy began to ooze out from the Blood Wind Master's body.

Visually, it was a considerably ferocious energy.

'But when I examine it with my senses, it seems like nothing special.'

Baek Yoonjun tensed up and gripped the hilt of his sword.

Around the time Baek Yoonjun was just facing the Blood Wind Master, the other members of the group were also facing their enemies one by one.

"Hah, a young brat is vaguely realizing the truth of the flow."

A woman also appeared in front of Namgung Cheon.

The woman, with a seductive face that didn't feel human and seductive clothes that revealed half of her captivating skin, was holding an iron brush in her hand.

"Who are you!"

Namgung Cheon aimed his sword and was wary of the woman.

The woman approached Namgung Cheon without a presence and caressed Namgung Cheon's sword with a seductive gesture.

"My name is Eon Yuyeong. Little boy."

Namgung Cheon quickly pulled his sword out of Eon Yuyeong's hand.

Eon Yuyeong didn't seem to have any intention of holding the sword, as the blade of Namgung Cheon's sword slid out of her hand.

Namgung Cheon glared at the seductive woman.

"Eon family? Are you related to the Jinju Eon family?"

"Little boy. I have introduced myself, but you are asking about my identity without even introducing yourself?"

Namgung Cheon clamped his mouth shut.

The words that came out of the seductive woman's mouth were correct.

But he didn't want to affirm it.

There were other problems too.

'If she's really from the Eon family, she might know me.'

Namgung Cheon was hesitant to even say the name Cheon, let alone his full name.

At that moment, a name came to his mind, and he immediately said it.

"I am Zhang Sanfeng."

A name written on a painting in his family.

It was a painting that had left a deep impression on Namgung Cheon, a painting that expressed the scenery of a deep mountain valley as if it were a man with a dignified spirit.

Other than that, he couldn't think of any other name to give, so he said that name.

"A man, and yet beautiful. I wonder where he is beautiful?"

Eon Yuyeong licked Namgung Cheon's body with a sticky gaze, and that gaze headed towards Namgung Cheon's lower body.

"Where are you looking! You lecher!"

Namgung Cheon sent a sword strike that seemed to draw the Taegeuk towards Eon Yuyeong.

"Let's see if your skills are also beautiful."

But Namgung Cheon's sword was blocked by the iron brush of Eon Yuyeong's movement, which seemed to draw a circle.

And so, as Namgung Cheon, who had given the false name of Zhang Sanfeng, clashed with Eon Yuyeong.

"You've crawled out into the world again! Gung-gwi!!"

A man like a bull rushed towards Hyunjun Hyun, swinging a staff as big as a crossbeam.

"You apostate bastard! You were still alive?!"

Hyunjun Hyun shot an arrow at the large staff, twisting its direction to avoid it.

Hyunjun Hyun, who had avoided the staff, quickly nocked an arrow on his bow and shot it.

The arrow, shot like a thunderbolt, left a long line of blood on the man's cheek.

"You good-for-nothing apostate bastard! Gung-gwi? Call me Sword God, you bastard!"

"That's ridiculous! What kind of Sword God are you, an archer!"

The man, who was wounded by the arrow, frowned and swung his staff, and the watchtower that was hit by the staff exploded as if it had been hit by a thunderbolt.

Boom!!

"Tsk, your ignorant strength is still the same."

Hyunjun Hyun jumped down from the crumbling watchtower and landed lightly on the ground.

"Let's end this! Gung-gwi!"

A staff as big as a crossbeam was coming down towards Hyunjun Hyun.

"I told you to call me Sword God!"

Towards that staff, Hyunjun Hyun quietly aimed his bow.

And at that time, Baek Yoonjun was glaring at the man in front of him.

No matter how you looked at him, the third-rate or lower man was rushing at Baek Yoonjun, scattering a strange red energy.

'The energy doesn't seem like much, but that red energy is incredibly flashy.'

Baek Yoonjun tensed up.

At the red energy he was seeing for the first time, he thought that the opponent might be a much higher master than himself.

'But why isn't he coming?'

Baek Yoonjun watched the opponent intently.

The opponent was clearly rushing at him.

But he was too slow.

'Is it a tactic to make the enemy careless?'

Nevertheless, Baek Yoonjun was tense and was watching the situation, wondering when to swing his sword.

And he felt it.

'He's full of openings, isn't he? I can just swing at any time, can't I?'

The opponent who called himself the Blood Wind Master was full of openings for Baek Yoonjun to examine, but Baek Yoonjun did not let his guard down for a moment.

'Could it be a trap?!'

Baek Yoonjun's tension seeped into his bones.

It had been a long time since he had been this tense.

'Haa, damn it, what should I do?'

Baek Yoonjun was tense, and the opponent's attack still hadn't reached him.

And.

'Ah, everything is so annoying.'

The characteristic of a homebody introvert, 'the tendency to let go of everything after being tense for not even 5 seconds,' popped out.

'Let's just swing and if it's blocked, let's run.'

Baek Yoonjun's sword was swung, leaving a faint ink-black afterimage.

Unlike usual, he swung it with a little more care.

He carefully carved a sword strike into the Blood Wind Master's opening, and at the same time, an ink-black sword light flashed.

Shwaak.

When the flash of the sword light disappeared, the Blood Wind Master couldn't even let out a groan and scattered into a handful of blood.

Watching the scene, Baek Yoonjun blinked his eyes.

'What? Wasn't there something to it?'

Baek Yoonjun looked at the scattering blood with a dumbfounded look.

And he realized.

'I don't know what kind of guy he was, but it's the same that he dies when he's stabbed. What.'

That whether they scattered a strange energy or were a master, they would die when stabbed with a sword.

Baek Yoonjun, who had cut down the Blood Wind Master, looked around.

His companions were still dealing with the enemy.

Seeing that they still had some leeway, it seemed he didn't need to intervene.

And Tang Yuhwa.

'What's with that kid, being so nonchalant?'

She didn't seem to need any worrying.

As the surrounding assassins were swept away, she went to a building without even looking back and was taking care of the children one by one.

Baek Yoonjun, who had also swept away the surrounding assassins, approached Tang Yuhwa.

"Are these the children who were detained here?"

"Yes."

"I'll help."

"The children are asleep from a special sleeping incense. We need an antidote."

"Let me take a look."

Baek Yoonjun checked the children's condition.

'Fortunately, I know this.'

It seemed that detoxifying the children would not be very difficult.

And so, while Baek Yoonjun was detoxifying the children with Tang Yuhwa.

Clang!!

Namgung Cheon's sword was blocked by the flow of a dark red circle.

The flow, like a circle with a hole in the middle, was not just strange, but even ominous.

"This is the Blood Pole, my enlightenment. Little boy."

Namgung Cheon struggled to block the flow of the iron brush that continued like a red stream.

'It's vaguely similar, but it's different from the Taegeuk.'

It was similar to what he had realized, but the strangely unpleasant and different flow made Namgung Cheon frown.

The Blood Pole, a flow that seemed as if everything would end and just fall into a single stream.

As a result of continuously clashing swords, Namgung Cheon came to realize a certain amount about the flow of the Blood Pole.

"Is there an end?"

"There is. Doesn't all life end in death?"

It wasn't wrong.

What was at the end of life was death.

'No, is that really so?'

But Namgung Cheon thought of something else.

How can there be a flow if there is an end?

How can there be life if there is an end?

Something flashed in Namgung Cheon's mind again.

'How can there be an end to an endless flow?'

Death is not the end.

Life is also not the beginning.

They are both just a single flow of an endless cycle.

'Life and death should never be separated.'

Everything is an endless flow.

Even if they are of different kinds, even if they don't mix, they harmonize and flow endlessly.

And that flow is.

'Taegeuk.'

The grain of Namgung Cheon's sword changed.

The tip of the sword, which drew a perfect Taegeuk, pierced through the Blood Pole and reached Eon Yuyeong's neck.

"!"

Eon Yuyeong's eyes widened.

Her hands moved busily, blocking Namgung Cheon's sword from cutting her neck.

Drip.

A very small scratch, like a thin line, appeared on Eon Yuyeong's neck, and a streak of blood flowed down.

"Excellent."

Eon Yuyeong took a step back and wiped her neck with her hand.

It wasn't a big wound.

But she was impressed that he had broken the flow of her Blood Pole and wounded her neck.

"You said your name was Zhang Sanfeng."

Namgung Cheon didn't answer and approached Eon Yuyeong, swinging his sword.

"It's still immature, but it's a sword that holds great potential."

But Eon Yuyeong immediately and quickly retreated, putting distance between herself and Namgung Cheon.

"Cultivate it well. Even if the sky is dyed with a black sky, that sword might have a chance."

Eon Yuyeong left behind some incomprehensible words and disappeared.

"Pant, pant."

Namgung Cheon realized that the opponent had completely disappeared, and his tension was released, and he collapsed on the spot.

'She was strong.'

The opponent was unbelievably strong.

To the extent that she far surpassed his own realm.

'If I hadn't realized a new path from Great Hero Baek's movements... Ah! Great Hero Baek? Old sir Hyunjun Hyun? Did an opponent like Eon Yuyeong appear to the others too?'

Namgung Cheon, while sitting down, quickly scanned his surroundings.

Boom!

First, he felt the sensation of a large battle with a sound of breaking air from far away.

It was where Hyunjun Hyun was.

He tried to get up from his spot right away, but he gave up because his legs, which had gone limp, wouldn't move properly, and he looked elsewhere.

There, the girl who had been sprinkling poison earlier and Baek Yoonjun had found the children from somewhere, laid them down, and were checking their condition.

'Did no enemy appear in front of Great Hero Baek?'

Namgung Cheon carefully examined Baek Yoonjun's surroundings.

The corpses of numerous assassins, and among them.

"Blood Wind Master?!"

Namgung Cheon was startled to see a corpse.

A criminal with a special bounty from the government for cutting down hundreds of innocent commoners and martial artists and causing a blood wind wherever he went.

The neck of such a person was rolling on the floor futilely, unbecoming of his infamous name.

Of course, he knew at a glance who had done it.

'I knew Great Hero Baek's martial arts were powerful, but how could he do it so easily to someone who was infamous throughout the Central Plains?'

Namgung Cheon felt his heart beating like crazy.

Awe and fear simultaneously pressed on his chest.

And it seemed as if a realm far above was visible before his eyes.

'I too, someday.'

Namgung Cheon fell into thought, feeling a distant realm that he had not seen until now.

"Brother Cheon! If the fight is over, please help me!"

"I-I'll be right there!"

But at Baek Yoonjun's call, he quickly woke up from his contemplation and ran over to lend a hand.

(End of Chapter)