Chapter 48. The Gates of Hell Open (2)

"None?!"

"T-That's right!"

"Why not? Why not, you bastard!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Chagwang bowed so deeply that his forehead touched the ground, a posture that clearly demonstrated the flexibility of a human spine.

Xuliang roared.

"You bastards! Even if it's an order from the leader, how can it be that no one has checked where our leader is! Aaaah!"

He was one step away from exploding. No, he had already exploded.

Chagwang and the other Ghost Demon Corps members all shrank their necks like lizards.

Who was the young man before them? A disciple of the highest-ranking leader in the New Sect, a tyrant who had easily turned the revered leader into a mess.

Though they were notorious as mad devils, they dared not raise their heads. And when they looked at him now, the Third Young Master didn't seem particularly normal either.

Only a madman can truly recognize the madness of another.

They realized that if they provoked the Third Young Master, they would feel the beauty of hellish training to the fullest.

"That... "

Xuliang turned his head sharply.

"What!"

One of the Ghost Demon Corps members hesitated before speaking.

"Perhaps... he went to drink...?"

"Son of a bitch! What the hell kind of drink is this! Can you drink in this situation? Are you crazy?"

The leader was indeed crazy.

The Ghost Demon Corps member dared not spit out the words that were rising to his throat.

If Xuliang had known that he had told Weihonglian to go drink, he would have been even less likely to speak, as it would have made it even clearer that the Third Young Master was not in his right mind.

"If that's the case, perhaps he went to the Demon Suppression Corps..."

"Think logically! If he had gone to the Demon Suppression Corps, there would have been chaos in the neighboring area by now! Did you hear the sounds of fighting? Did you feel it? Did you smell it?!"

"...Your Highness is absolutely right."

Xuliang scratched his head vigorously.

"I'm the one who's crazy! I'm the one who's wrong! How could I entrust a task to that woman, that most wanton of all women, I!"

His self-reproach had now reached the realm of self-blame.

The Ghost Demon Corps members instinctively realized that this was a rather dangerous state.

"Um... "

"What now!"

The Ghost Demon Corps member shrank his neck. The Third Young Master's gaze, which was fixed on him, was truly terrifying.

"Still, perhaps you should go to the Demon Suppression Corps..."

"Do you want to fight me?"

"No, no! That's not what I meant!"

"Then what! Are you picking a fight with me? Do you want to die? Should I break your skull into 230 pieces?!"

"N-No, that's not it... If it's hard to find our leader, perhaps we should focus on finding the leader of the Demon Suppression Corps..."

"Shut up, bastard! It's all the same in the end..."

Suddenly, Xuliang's eyes widened.

"Huh? Huh?"

What is this? This isn't a bad idea at all.

No, it's not just not bad; it's a groundbreaking idea. Isn't this a change in perspective?

"You! What's your name?"

"W-Wei Wu."

"You little brat! Wei Wu! I'll remember your name! Thanks, man!"

Xuliang roughly patted Wei Wu's head and quickly used his lightness technique.

He disappeared, leaving behind only a storm of madness.

"..."

A strange silence fell over the Ghost Demon Corps.

Chagwang glanced at Wei Wu.

"You're pretty good, huh?"

"No, Deputy Leader."

"Not really. Thanks to you, we're still alive, man."

"And besides, we need to have some fun, right?"

"Fun? What kind of fun?"

"The Third Young Master came here to find our leader, didn't he?"

"Right?"

"We're afraid of the Third Young Master, so we've been bowing our heads, but the Demon Suppression Corps don't know that."

"...Huh?"

"Those guys were already unlucky. Let's send a disaster to them."

Chagwang's eyes lit up.

"You!"

"Yes, Deputy Leader."

"Good job, man."

"Thank you."

* * *

Crack!

Weihonglian, who had been thrown out, quickly regained her stance.

But that was all. Her low stance wobbled, and her legs seemed to have lost all strength.

"Huff! Huff huff!"

Her breath was tinged with a bitter smell of blood.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her left arm, which hung limply, seemed to be broken.

"Son of a bitch! This half-assed brat has trained his martial arts to the extreme."

Swoosh.

Song Jing appeared through the broken wall.

Song Jing was also covered in blood. Like Weihonglian, his left arm was broken and hanging, but it seemed to be more dislocated.

Sssss.

Still, his killing intent remained. His eyes, red with anger, seemed to be shooting out flames as he glared at Weihonglian.

Weihonglian smiled.

"What a beautiful night."

"...You bitch."

"The longer the night, the longer the dream. Come on, give me your head. I'll cut it off neatly and mount it in my room."

"I'll strip you like a banner and wear you on special occasions."

"Son of a bitch."

"Madwoman that even a dog wouldn't bite."

Their curses and killing intent grew more intense with each passing moment.

But the two of them couldn't easily move.

The more their anger grew, the more their desire to win increased, and they knew that the one who moved first would lose.

It's not easy to find someone with equal martial prowess in the vast world. In that sense, the two of them, though their relationship was tainted by ill fate, were a well-matched pair.

"Huff!"

Swoosh.

Weihonglian took a deep breath, relaxed her stance, and sheathed her sword.

Song Jing's face twisted.

"You're not surrendering, but you're sheathing your sword? What are you up to?"

"What am I up to? I think I can beat you with my bare hands."

"...You've gone even more mad after taking a few hits."

"I'm not a fool who needs a weapon to make a big noise."

"..."

"What are you doing? Come in. I'll personally fight you with my bare hands for your sake."

Song Jing, who had been staring at Weihonglian, casually threw his sword.

Snap!

The flying sword embedded itself deep into a rock, showing that he still had some strength left despite his serious internal and external injuries and significant internal energy consumption.

Crack.

He realigned his broken left arm, hardened it with demonic energy, and raised both fists.

"Besides, cutting or stabbing to death is too simple."

"Huh? You don't need a sword?"

"You can be killed with just a kick..."

Suddenly, Song Jing crouched.

Crack!!

His body, which had retreated, stopped abruptly as it hit the wall.

Weihonglian, who had rushed forward at an incredible speed and delivered a kick, laughed.

"Is this all you've got?"

"...You despicable scum!"

"There's no such thing as despicable in a life-or-death battle!"

Crack!

The two of them swung their fists at each other.

As expected, neither of them dodged or deflected. The rapid and honest exchange of punches quickly turned their faces into a mess.

Boom!

Their feet gradually sank into the ground.

To avoid retreating, they continuously stomped, causing the ground to crack and sharp rock fragments to scatter in all directions.

How many exchanges had they made?

Huff!

A powerful demonic energy pressed down on the surroundings.

The two of them, who had been about to ignore it, stopped their fist-fighting. The concentration of demonic energy was too intense to ignore.

"Wei Leader!"

Crack!

With a sound like the air bursting, Madongfei rushed from a distance.

Song Jing's face, which had been swollen and smooth, now looked like a distorted pig's bladder.

"What's with that kid?"

"What, that kid."

Weihonglian smiled. Her face also looked like a distorted pig's bladder.

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

Crack!

Song Jing staggered backward.

A palm strike to the chin. If he hadn't tilted his head at the last moment, he would have lost consciousness from this blow.

At the same time, Weihonglian also retreated. As soon as Song Jing's chin was hit, she kicked his abdomen with the tip of her foot.

Even in this situation, they exchanged blows. This exchange of attacks showed that their martial arts were evenly matched.

"Cough!"

Weihonglian spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Wei Leader!"

Swoosh!

Madongfei quickly arrived and supported her.

"Are you okay?"

"Ugh... Son of a bitch, does this look okay to you?"

The martial arts of the Ghost Demon and the Demon Suppression Corps were indeed evenly matched.

But Weihonglian's internal injuries from the previous battle had not yet healed. This meant she was at a disadvantage from the start.

No martial artist enters a life-or-death battle in perfect condition. However, considering her condition, her ferocity was clearly one level above Song Jing's.

Madongfei clicked his tongue.

"So why did you come out and get yourself killed instead of waiting for me?"

"This son of a bitch. Should I have held back just because I saw his face?"

"You didn't just see his face; you went looking for it."

"..."

"Good job."

Weihonglian mumbled.

From what he could hear, it sounded like "Have you ever felt hot for anyone, you son of a bitch?" "Cold son of a bitch." "Psychological bastard." and other phrases that made the listener feel dizzy.

At that moment, Song Jing spoke.

"What are you?"

Madongfei made a fist salute.

"I am Madongfei, the third captain of the Law Enforcement Hall."

He showed a certain level of respect to his opponent.

No matter how much he was the leader of an internal combat unit, it was right to show respect to the captain of the Law Enforcement Hall, as it was not a light position.

But it seemed that Song Jing, who didn't want to be seen as a pair, was not the type to care about such trivial matters.

"Law Enforcement Hall or whatever, get lost! How dare you intrude in the middle of a fight!"

Madongfei's eyes deepened.

If the other party came out like this, he didn't need to show unnecessary respect.

"I won't talk much. Kneel now."

"What?!"

"I said, kneel. The Third Young Master will be here soon..."

Crack!

Madongfei staggered.

A faint mist rose from his half-drawn long sword, the part that had blocked Song Jing's fist wind.

"You have the skills to talk big."

"I'll say it one last time. Kneel."

"...How dare you!"

Song Jing's hands moved like lightning. Even his broken left arm was swung without any sign of pain.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

A barrage of fist winds and palm forces.

Madongfei's eyes flashed.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

His sword strikes, though not fast, were heavy and powerful, blocking all of Song Jing's attacks.

Swoosh!

He even took it a step further. Madongfei's sword tip was now just an inch from Song Jing's chest.

Song Jing's cheeks trembled.

"Are you letting me off?"

Madongfei said coldly.

"Kneel."

Weihonglian mumbled.

"Hey! Leave it! That son of a bitch is mine!"

Swoosh.

Just when it seemed to be over, a surge of killing intent rose again, impressively. Song Jing was almost becoming a personification of killing intent.

"...Fine."

"Kneel... "

Boom!

Madongfei staggered backward.

A palm force that exploded in front of his eyes. Song Jing, who seemed to have pushed himself to the limit, spat out a mouthful of blood. His trembling legs made it look like he was struggling to stand.

But there was a reason Song Jing had pushed himself to the limit.

Swoosh! Bang!

A small cylinder taken from his sleeve. The red firework that rose high into the sky flickered a few times before going out.

Madongfei sighed.

"You're making things difficult."

"That son of a bitch is always like that. He's a despicable son of a bitch."

"What are you going to do now? You called for reinforcements."

"Our side's reinforcements?"

"..."

"Why? They're not coming?"

"It's all your fault!"

"This son of a bitch? Why is he shouting all of a sudden?"

"If you somehow survive, be careful. You'll get a good beating from your Young Master."

"Hmph! Dog barks."

As the two of them bickered in a way that didn't fit the situation, Song Jing spoke coldly.

"You, the Law Enforcement Hall captain, deal with the ones who come. You! This dog of a woman, come forward now!"

"You come in first, you son of a bitch! Are you scared?!"

"You bitch!"

...The situation was getting quite messy.

At that moment, in the Demon Suppression Corps.

"Sorry... "

"Sorry or whatever, what's this? Why are fifty people missing? Where did they go?"

"With the leader..."

"Huh?"

At that moment, a crimson firework appeared high in the sky.

Xuliang whistled softly.

"Pretty."

But the reaction of the Demon Suppression Corps members was different.

"Huh? Move now! Now!"

"The leader's call..."

"Huh! Hey! Shut up..."

At that moment, Xuliang put his arm around the shoulder of the member who was about to tell him to shut up.

"What did you say?"

"Cough!"

"Is the Demon Suppression Corps leader there?"

"..."

"Oh."

Xuliang's eyes were filled with madness.

"Son of a bitch, you're caught."