Demonic Sword, Glutton 3

Peng Gao had a dumbfounded expression for a few seconds, before he started laughing like a manic again, "How dare they try to run away."

He had taken out his sword, and he wasn't just going to store it back. He could sense his enemies running away from him at a speed that was hard to believe, but as a kind man he gave then ten breaths as a head start.

After a minute, he smiled from ear to ear, "Time is up, my dear Friends!"

Without even making any hint of sound from where he was standing, he runs over to the youngest of the group. He had an amazing footwork and was the one furthest from Gao. He had already traveled more than five kilometers, yes, his gingong was that good.

As a proud young man, the youngest of the group smirked like a rat, "Haha! If I report this, I will get a lot of money, Peng Gao is from the Demonic– arck–!"

He suddenly received a merciless slap in the face, that made all the molars in the left side of his mouth come out. Before he could tell who the attacker was, he was already missing a head.

Peng Gao killed the less crazy ones first and saved the idiots for lasts. Idiots always have a way with wanting to keep their lives. His first was the meat shop owner, who threw hidden weapons at him, before running away like a coward.

Il-Gop (7) was sure that the poison needle that he threw at Peng Gao had started working by now, "I saw it hit his nape, he should be out of breath by now."

He suddenly turned around and head back to were he shot the young man. A smile danced on his face, "Fools! I will get the price for his head and both for the formula. That little brat is probably drowned in his own blood by now! Hahahaha...!"

"Hehehe...!"

"...hahaha! Ha, ha, haaaa." Il-Gop suddenly stops , as realized that a familiar voice was laughing beside him. He started to sweat profoundly and Increased his speed.

Peng Gao matched his speed and started running backwards, while facing the fake meat shop owner, "Hey, why did you stop laughing? Please laugh so I won't kill you."

Il-Gop starts laughing forcefully out of fear for his life, but he suddenly gets slapped instead, it didn't end there, as he was stomped upon.

"You call that laughing, huh?! Laugh like when you suddenly peeped on the Fairy Empress, show some dignity! Hurry up and laugh normally!"

'Why did you bring the words most beautiful woman here?! Arck! I don't have time for that. I need to start laughing normally, but would you laugh in front of a demon like him, umh, ah!'

Il-Gop died in thought, not by being stomped. Gao quickly made his next target, it was the muscle freak who dared to come to war top-less.

"How dare he mock us, frail looking guys?! I will avenge all my frail looking brothers and sisters!"

The muscle-freak had more strength than agility, he was the one behind, and he barely ran a mile since Gao started killing his attackers. The fallen Young Master quickly caught up on him.

"His bushy hair is a perfect to enjoy the sunlight."Gao complimented, before he jumped to sit on the head of the muscle-freak. The man quickly reacted, as he tried to shake off the person sitting on his head.

Arck–!

Peng Gao increased the strength in his body, and the muscle-freak was buried into the ground while standing like a tree. It was only up to fate that whether, he would survive, or not.

The Drunken Swordsman was feeling thirsty, so he needed to make this quick. Rushing towards the beggar who was ten miles away in only a minute, Gao holds his nose, when he gets near him.

"Dude you stink, like rotten fish. Be reborn as a mermaid in your next life!" The look on his face became serious.

The poor beggar didn't have time to answer, as the top half of his body separated with the bottom half, that kept on running leaving the other part behind.

"Hey legs! Bring back my junior back to me, I can't die without him on me." Only god knows if the beggar's legs were able to come back with what he needed.

Peng Gao next target was the dude suffering from melomania, Yeo-deol (8). Yeo-deol had already ran out of breath, but he kept on running, or maybe the power of music kept him alive.

"♪La la la♪ I gonna, I gonna, I gonna♪ di-di-die♪ la la la♪"

Or maybe he had just given up on life itself. When Gao saw Yeo-Deol sloppy running he was reminded about his best friend Wong. Was it because he had red hair, or that their unbalanced way of running was the same.

As a person who values his friends, he decided to spare Yao-Deol after giving him a beating he will remember a thousand years later, but it seemed the red haired man didn't get enough.

"♪ La la la♪ I am, I am, I am♪ saaaavvveeed♪" He should have kept his mouth shut.

"Die!"

The Drunken Swordsman moved over to the black smith, who was the third strongest of the group, Set (3). He had only joined the group because he had a dept to pay to Ha-na (1). Set a balanced athletic physic and was the only spear-man among the group.

"Damn it that bastard why did he have to call me for something as lame as this?" Set complained as he ran away, he was sure the monstrous brat wouldn't follow a guy like him.

"Ohhh!" A gentle voice suddenly came from a tree in front of Set, "So you think I am lame, huh?"

Set didn't know what trick the young brat used before, but he wasn't scared at all, he only ran away, because everyone was running away. Taking out his Chinese-spear he pointed at the tree where the voice came from.

"Come out you little shit! I am not afraid of you!"

"I am not Wong, you shouldn't be afraid of me." Gao appeared behind Set, with his sword already stabbing his heart, "If you were sacred like Fan, maybe your guard would have been up all the time."

"Now for the big boss and the client."