53 - I Spent the Night with the Youngest Daughter of the Martial Arts Leader

The Most Unremarkable Thing: Spending a Night with the Martial Arts Alliance Leader's Youngest Daughter - Chapter 53: Northern Rabbit - Web Novel Archive There's nothing as pathetic as a nobody running his mouth. This thought crossed my mind as I watched Ma Wonpyeong, who looked overly confident. "Hey." "Hey? Surely, you're not addressing me, are you?" "I've been talking to you just now, so who else would I be calling?" How can someone with the title of First Disciple be so dense? No wonder Hyeongsan Sect ended up in such a state. "Young hero. I thought your words were harsh from the first meeting, but this won't end well if you continue like this." "Are you relying on those weaklings behind you?" "Hmph. Do you think this is the full strength of Hyeongsan Sect? We're merely the advance party. The elders will be arriving shortly!" It explained the lack of any experts above the pinnacle level. "Ma Wonpyeong. Do you think Hyeongsan Sect will get away with meddling with Baekyangdan?" "Young lady, how could you say such hurtful things? We are only tending to the Baekyangdan members who were injured while dealing with evildoers. It's just that the duration might be a bit extended." Despite Je Gal-young's warning, Ma Wonpyeong remained arrogant, showing no concern for the aftermath. "Senior, there's no need to waste our breath. Do you think it's possible to reason with a dog?" "Young hero, your tongue is your downfall. Allow me to adjust it a bit." "You manly wretch. Why not just admit you want a fight?" Maybe it's because I look worn out. Granted, if the elders of Hyeongsan Sect joined, things could become troublesome. But considering the presence of Baekyangdan, especially with two daughters of the Seven Great Clans here, would they dare to start a fight? There had to be a reason for acting without backing. "So the rumors about Hyeongsan Sect's leader being holed up are true." "What...what did you just mutter?" "There's talk that your leader is on his deathbed. Judging by your expression, it seems to be true, isn't it?" "Shut up!" Gone was Ma Wonpyeong's feigned composure. At the mention of his leader, his expression twisted like one struck in a vulnerable spot. At his signal, the martial artists of Hyeongsan Sect lunged forward. "Seniors! I'm just going to take a brief break, so handle those guys for me!" "What did you say?" "I did handle that red assassin alone, didn't I? It’ll just be for a moment!" I provoke him, but... I could use a little recovery. Handle it. Despite a look of disbelief, Je Gal-young stepped forward to guard me. "Junior, you can just watch!" Simultaneously, Hwang Bo Se-yul sprang into the enemy lines. The weapon she wielded was too massive to be called a sword. It reminded me of a description I’d read somewhere, a colossal sword. Swinging it like it was merely a wooden club, Hwang Bo Se-yul brought it down to the ground. "Aaaah!" "W-what is this!" Boom! A thunderous roar erupted. With a single strike, the earth collapsed, leaving a vast crater. The Hyeongsan Sect martial artists gathered there were strewn about with shattered pebbles. "Sorry, I'm not too good with control... If you want to return with all your bones intact, you better avoid it!" Leaving a remark for the dumbfounded martial artists of Hyeongsan Sect, Hwang Bo Se-yul proceeded without hesitation. * Ma Wonpyeong, confident until the order for an ambush, couldn’t believe the scene unfolding before his eyes. 'Can this really be happening?' No matter how formidable Baekyangdan may be, aren't they just the dogs of the Martial Arts Alliance? He thought their martial prowess was exaggerated due to their aggressive nature. Moreover, the most vigilant Yi Se-ung seemed exhausted after dealing with the red assassin. Given that he had gathered every disciple from Hyeongsan Sect capable of bearing arms, he calculated they were more than sufficient. Boom! But what was this? When that odd-speaking girl unsheathed the great sword. He thought she was handling a weapon beyond her means. But her first strike disintegrated the formation. "Ugh!" Power unimaginable to emerge from such a small body. It was akin to harvesting rice with a sickle. Each time she swung the sword, Hyeongsan Sect's martial artists crumbled. "Maintain distance, maintain distance!" "Too fast!" With monstrous strength as if she could uproot mountains, her speed was hard to track visually. She was an opponent they couldn’t handle in a head-on confrontation. His disciples were swept away like leaves in autumn. 'Then target the rear!' No one can withstand sheer numbers forever. While the disciples in the front held the beast at bay, they should target the resting red assassin and Yi Se-ung! But as Ma Wonpyeong sought to exploit this vulnerability. "One more step, and you might not leave with your life." She, too, was not to be underestimated. That woman, wasn't she the daughter from the Je Gal family? He should’ve paid closer attention. "Ugh!" Je Gal-young's sword showed no mercy. Around her, the air wavered, like heat haze rising. Those daring to breach her space faced a chilling presence. It instantaneously pervaded their bodies. "Aaargh! My arm!" "Magic, it's magic!" "Such merciless hands!" Arms, legs. Like discarded wooden logs, they were flung and filled the air. Those who crossed Je Gal-young’s boundary, that death line, met a grim fate. 'They’re just two people!' How did it come to this? Even as he pondered, Hwang Bo Se-yul continued to tear through the battlefield. In truth, he had employed nearly all the forces Hyeongsan Sect could muster... 'If only the sect leader were alright.' The reason Ma Wonpyeong hastily interrupted Yi Se-ung’s words and ordered an assault. As he had implied, the leader of Hyeongsan Sect was incapacitated, caught in a mental derangement, confined to bed. Likewise, with the majority of the elders laid up similarly. "Second senior brother, we have to retreat now!" "Don’t be absurd! If we can’t cover this, it's the end for us!" "But..." This situation, it was all due to the Wudang Sect. If not for their outrageous acts, the power of Hyeongsan Sect wouldn’t have waned like this. There’d be no need to use the hands of bandit-like scum. As resentment threatened to boil over. "What a disgrace." "Elder Gyeon Pyo!" "Ma Wonpyeong. Since when did the so-called great disciple of Hyeongsan Sect start quivering at the rear?" Without me, who do you expect to lead? If it wasn't for this situation, there'd be no reason to heed your words. Hiding his inner conflict, Ma Wonpyeong turned towards Gyeon Pyo with a hopeful expression. "Elder! Please lend us your strength!" "Tsk. I'll hold you accountable for this later." "Of course, but for now, please..." Gyeon Pyo walked forward sluggishly, unable to hide his boredom. Though his personality was disagreeable, his martial prowess was the real deal. A master capable of holding the title of Elder in the great Hyeongsan Sect. With him stepping in, they could swiftly handle the situation. There would be a price to pay, but... "You're quite venomous for someone so young." "Do you think Hyeongsan Sect will remain unscathed after this?" Crack! What had seemed like an impregnable barrier of Je Gal-young shattered effortlessly with one move from Gyeon Pyo. "Ridiculous. How would the Martial Arts Alliance even know if you died out here?" "At least the Je Gal family and Hwang Bo family won't forget this." Facing an expert of supreme skill, Je Gal-young steeled herself, ready to confront him. “Senior, you've worked hard.” A hand gently rested on Je Gal-young's shoulder. Yi Se-ung had risen without her noticing and pulled her back. "I will handle this." "No matter how skilled you are, we need to work together..." "I'll manage on my own." This had to be stopped. Despite Yi Se-ung’s capabilities, facing such an expert alone was reckless. However, some indescribable weight in his voice compelled Je Gal-young to step back. "So, just an arrogant brat, are you?" "Old man, seems like you've had a lot of good meals." Gyeon Pyo narrowed his eyes at his audacity. His face, marked with exhaustion, seemed as if he could collapse at any moment, yet he remained brazen. "A priestly figure with such a greasy face reminds me of some distasteful folks." "Your tongue is quite foul for your age." "You keep saying 'young' this, 'young' that. Doesn't that just mean you're closer to kicking the bucket?" "...At least I’ll live longer than you." What could this brat possibly be relying on? Gyeon Pyo found himself puzzled. While the Je Gal girl could cause trouble if handled carelessly, this brat had no such protections. "I’ll give you a moment to leave your last words." "Are those your last words?" Crack! With that brief exchange, Yi Se-ung made his move. 'Decently fast.' But ultimately, just a far-off junior. He needed to teach this self-assured youngster his limits. In Gyeon Pyo's eyes, the sword moved with agonizing slowness. He didn't bother dodging the strike aimed at his shoulder, intentionally meeting it with his own blade. A wicked sense of humor harbored a desire to demonstrate the difference in their power. Just thinking about the expression of disbelief that would spread on the boy's face was already amusing. Slice! And that was the end for Gyeon Pyo. The elder of Hyeongsan Sect, standing in open confrontation with Yi Se-ung, found himself cleaved diagonally from his left shoulder to his waist, without even a chance to scream. “Elder!” Ma Wonpyeong collapsed, clutching what remained of Gyeon Pyo with a look of utter disbelief. His eyes reflected something that shouldn’t exist. At the end of his gaze: a pillar of light flickered from Yi Se-ung's sword. “A sword energy manifestation!” A sword energy, of all things. Was this brat actually an expert hiding his age through some rejuvenation technique? It felt like a dream. "Ma Wonpyeong." There was no answer. "Lead disciple of Hyeongsan Sect, Ma Wonpyeong. Are you listening?" “……” “I don’t care whether you chase us or not. As long as you’re not fond of your life.” Clinging to the corpse of Gyeon Pyo as though possessed, Yi Se-ung added, “It’d be wise to return quietly to Hyeongsan and wait for judgment.” “……” “You’d better salvage your life, at least. The Martial Arts Alliance will send a bill soon, so prepare yourself for it. Farewell.” With those parting words, Yi Se-ung departed with his comrades. Ma Wonpyeong still offered no response.