Chapter 1110: It Gives Me The Chills Sometimes (Part 5)

Shaaaaaaaa!

Thin, sharp needles soared through the air, leaving behind a clear trail of momentum as they covered the sky. Baek Cheon's pupils involuntarily trembled.

"Block it!"

The disciples of Mount Hua panicked and quickly drew their swords.

"Eurachaaa!"

Emitting sword energy, they created an impenetrable defense.

Kagagakang!

Eventually, the sound of metal colliding resonated, and the needles that clashed with the swords scattered in all directions.

A sword energy so tightly sealed that it could repel even the falling needles! However, the needles shot by Tang Zhan were incomparably sharp and fierce, unlike ordinary needles.

"Ugh!"

"Ah, it's cutting me!"

Screams echoed from all around.

If they had prepared in advance, they might have been able to create a denser sword barrier. However, due to the hastily deployed sword energy, there were minute gaps, and the Tang Family's needles penetrated those gaps without hesitation.

Fortunately, the needles, weakened by breaking through the sword barrier, only scratched the skin and did not penetrate deeply.

"Did those bastards cowardly carry out a surprise attack?"

Sparks flew in Jo Gol's eyes.

Considering yesterday's events, it was an outrageously absurd statement that shouldn't be uttered aloud, but naturally, Jo Gol didn't even think about such facts.

"Kill them!"

"Wipe them out!"

The strength of bandits was sometimes evaluated by how high and vast a mountain they occupied. The bandits of Mount Hua, occupying one of the rugged Five Peaks of the Central Plains, rushed towards the Tang Family with their eyes wide open.

No, they tried to rush.

"Tear them apart... Gurgle, gurgle...."

"Ugh!"

"Kkuk!"

"What, what's happening?"

In response to the screams coming from behind, Baek Cheon turned around intensely. His Sajils, their faces turning dark and frothing at the mouth, were collapsing one after another.

Watching their faces gradually change to a sickly color, Baek Cheon widened his eyes in shock.

"Poison?!"

No, what is this? Insane, using poison in martial arts?

A desperate cry erupted from Baek Cheon, who momentarily couldn't comprehend the situation.

"Draw your inner strength to resist the poison! They're using poison!"

Baek Cheon shouted, turning his head back towards the Tang Family. Eyes bloodshot, he raised his voice in protest. No, he intended to protest.

But before that, there was someone who expressed their anger more vehemently.

"Putting poison on needles, you cowards! Where's your decency? Poisoning is disgraceful, disgraceful, you dirty mean bastards!"

Ha... ha ha...

Oh, that's right. That's the correct thing to say. Yeah, that was what I wanted to say.

But... doesn't it seem a bit strange for you to say that, Soso?

I'm overjoyed you seem to have completely become a disciple of Mount Hua. However... isn't your sense of belonging a bit too excessive, especially when your brother is also here?

"That's right! Using poison in hidden weapons!"

"Cowardly!"

"When did Tang Family become so disrespectful!"

In response to the pouring praise(?), the Tang Family naturally did their best to reply.

"Get downnnnn!"

With screams, the hidden weapons, imbued with inner strength, swept over the heads of the Mount Hua disciples who had flattened themselves on the ground in fear. If you took a look at them and saw that they were shiny and smooth, it meant that weapons had been applied very carefully with poison.

"Hyung-nim, where is that noise coming from?"

"It seems like a dog is barking."

The eyes of Mount Hua's disciples reddened at the voice.

"But those bastards?"

As they convulsed, the Tang Family chuckled.

"Oh my. They seem very upset."

"The gentlemen who said that fighting should be done as in real combat are now foaming at the mouth because we used a little poison."

"Well, then let's accept that we're cowardly."

"Since we're being cowardly, let's properly be cowardly for once. Spray!"

As the frontline of the Tang Family's group shook off their sleeves, a pungent white smoke spewed out thickly. The smoke, carried by the wind, quickly engulfed the disciples of Mount Hua.

"What's going on?"

"It's Energy Dispersing Poison (散功毒)!"

"Don't breathe! Your inner strength will dissipate!"

The Energy Dispersing Poison, which could disrupt the use of inner strength with even a small inhalation, rose like a cloud, shrouding Mount Hua's disciples.

Though the words 'dirty' and 'shameful' were about to run out of their throats, but now was not the time to utter such sentiments.

Swoosh!

As the poisonous mist rose, throwing knives densely filled the air, penetrating through the coiling poisonous mist. The Mount Hua disciples, who had skillfully avoided the onslaught by rolling on the ground, looked at the flying knives with wide eyes.

"Argh! You bastards!"

"Kill them!"

With a fierce shout, the Five Swords unsheathed their swords, swiftly parrying the throwing knives by employing the Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

Of course, the poison used by the Tang Family was not lethally toxic. Moreover, the disciples of Mount Hua generally had a high level of inner strength and, due to their cultivation of the Self-Cultivation Pill, possessed a higher resistance to poison. Unless they were careless, a few stings from the knives wouldn't pose a significant threat.

The fallen disciples were those who, in their haste, had raised their inner strength without considering the poison.

But that was beside the point!

"These guys are sullying our martial arts!"

"Should we show them?"

"These filthy poison users have always looked down on people! Those Sichuan bumpkins!"

Hearing these words, the Tang Family couldn't help but roll their eyes.

"But isn't it weird for you guys to say that?"

"For a martial arts faction that uses poison in the first place, isn't saying 'Let's do martial arts without poison' just as dirty? What's the difference between using treachery and setting up tactics in a chess game?"

"Then you guys shouldn't use swords! Where's the honor in facing us with dirty tricks?"

"When did you guys become a respectable faction!"

Negative sentiments were well-established. Accumulated grudges were thoroughly confirmed.

Now, there was only one thing left.

"Kill them!"

"Destroy!"

With venomous gazes, the Mount Hua disciples charged toward the oncoming swarm of venomous snakes. Seeing this, the Tang Family, like spreading a venomous mist, released hidden weapons in all directions while simultaneously spewing malicious poison.

"The wild boar bastards are coming!"

"Trample them all!"

"Uwaaaaah!"

Endless screams, pitiful cries, and the clash of weapons echoed through the training ground.

"Dieeee!"

Jo Gol's sword struck the side of a Tang Clan disciple who was retreating.

"Darn it!

Naturally, it was a strike not with the blade but with the flat side of the sword, yet in the moment when internal energy was already invested, wasn't the blade harder than an iron club? The person who took a direct hit to the side couldn't even scream and was sent bouncing away.

"Things that can't do anything up close!" 

Having neatly dealt with one person, Jo Gol quickly sought out the next target.

"Eurachaaaaa!" 

The moment he charged toward an opponent that caught his eye, the targeted Tang Clan member threw his body back without delay and sprayed hidden weapons.

"It's useless, man!" 

Jo Gol's sword moved like a poisonous snake, swiftly intercepting the flying throwing knives. No matter how skillfully Danggai's throwing knives moved, compared to the crazily leaping Chung Myung's sword... 

Sweaaaak! 

But at that moment, a poison dart hit Jo Gol's entire body.

"It's useless!" 

After that were thin cow hair needles (牛毛針).

"Use...less." 

After fending that off, this time poisonous sand and poison powder.

"Use, useless." 

After struggling through that, this time poison-coated marbles scattered on the ground, and countless iron beads flew like rain.

"Uwaaaa! You son of a...!" 

Jo Gol's eyes rolled back. These guys really fought dirty. When they were on the same side, he didn't know, but now that they've become enemies, there are no bastards filthier than them. 

Manipulating poison and hidden weapons, these bastards were accepted as demons with blood colder than vipers, but now that the fight had actually begun, they were running away while throwing spittle and poison!

"Fight properly! Properly!" 

The moment he shouted in frustration, a Gate Coin (當門錢 a currency-shaped hidden weapon used by the Tang Family) flew toward his wide-open mouth.

Jo Gol panicked and rolled his body to avoid the Gate Coin. He rolled around on the floor and lifted his head to find the source of laughter.

One of the Tang family members was grinning. Jo Gol's blood pressure rise sharply as he sneered.

"A prepay-hit wild boar like you doesn't exist." [I...don't ask lmao]

"Tang Zhan!" 

Jo Gol gritted his teeth, gripping the sword tightly.

"You bastard...I didn't like you from the beginning."

"Hey, anyone who hears that will think I liked you. If you were in Sichuan, you would've rolled under my feet."

"Oh, right. Of course."

"Huh?"

Jo Gol chuckled.

"So, it's really fortunate. Since I left Sichuan. I can give you a nice beating. How do you think it would feel if the talented Tang Family got his head smashed by my sword and cried and rolled on the ground?"

"This bastard!"

"Well! What can you do about it, bitch!" [Yeah, that last bit was *interpreted* by me...]

Jo Gol raised his sword and rushed toward Tang Zhan. At that moment, Tang Zhan's sleeve fluttered, and dozens of hidden weapons poured out.

Kagagagang!

Deflecting the flying projectiles, Jo Gol relentlessly pursued Tang Zhan. However, Tang Zhan simply moved backward, continuously spraying hidden weapons.

Frustrated, Jo Gol, who couldn't seem to catch Tang Zhan, shouted with rage.

"Uwaaaa! This martial arts is really dirty! Fight properly, you coward!"

"Thanks for the compliment!"

"You, I will definitely kill you!"

Jo Gol, his eyes rolling, completely turned off his senses and rushed toward Tang Zhan.

The situation was similar for others. Swearing and curses flew from all directions. There was so much malicious intent that both groups lost their reason and went beserk as if they had encountered sworn enemies.

Now, this couldn't even be called martial arts or sparring. Watching the chaotic spectacle from a distance, Chung Myung couldn't help but smile contentedly.

'It's complete shit.'

Baek Cheon, who was running wild, and Tang Soso, who had lost her mind and was grabbing someone's collar to twist their neck, were visible.

Guys…Of course, uh...It's true that I wanted you to fight hard...But to be honest…

'I didn't know they would go this far.'

Even if they fought, he thought there would be some restraint. Did they ever think they would fight like this, throwing curses like the vicious Evil sect guys? Huh? Guys?

"Um...."

Chung Myung glanced at Tang Gunak.

"Is this okay...?"

"Hmm? What are you talking about?"

"It seems a bit too heated...."

Tang Gunak heard those words and smiled.

"Seems like there's no need to worry too much. Aren't kids supposed to grow up while fighting?"

"...."

Excuse me? Instead of growing up while fighting, won't they just end up beaten to a pulp?

"If they get hurt like that...."

"So, what do you want to do?"

"Well, we should stop them a bit...."

"Hmm?"

At that moment, Tang Gunak's eyes were filled with venom

"Oh, you're planning to win and then withdraw?"

"...."

"I don't know if there's such a rule in Shaanxi, but not in Sichuan. Got it? If you win and withdraw, you should be prepared to have a dagger stabbed in your throat while you're sleeping."

Chung Myung was speechless and thought.

'This guy isn't normal either.'

Chung Myung had a habit of saying that there were no normal people among those who had reached the highest level of martial arts. However, the problem was that he had considered Tang Gunak relatively better. But ultimately, this person was someone who had inherited the blood of that crazy guy.

"Uh...."

As Chung Myung absentmindedly turned his head, he caught sight of Yoo Iseol trampling Tang Pae's face with the sole of her foot. Chung Myung stopped smiling brightly.

'I don't know anymore.'

Okay. Kids grow up by fighting, right?

Haha. Hahaha. Hahahahahahaha!