Blue-Red Twin Swords – 2
Elder Ban Sacheong of the Sucheon Society, renowned as the Serpent Sword Master for his cunning techniques, had surpassed seventy years of inner cultivation and was counted among the absolute masters. He also held the position of the third-ranking figure in Sucheon, serving as the head of the Outer Hall.
When he heard the commotion and stepped outside, what met his eyes was a shocking sight—Leader Cha Hojung of the Fierce Tiger Division collapsing like a broken doll, unconscious.
"Wh–what?!"
Though the situation was utterly bewildering, his reaction was swift.
He immediately barked orders at the bodyguard who had followed him.
"Go at once and summon both the Fierce Division and the Wolf Division! Immediately! And carry word to the Lord of the Society without delay!"
Drawing his sword, he strode toward the two figures at the center of the chaos.
All around, the Outer Hall warriors had already unsheathed their blades and were standing on edge, but with the entire Fierce Tiger Division routed by just two opponents, their presence offered little reassurance.
Ban Sacheong roared.
"Who dares intrude upon our Sucheon Society and run rampant like this?!"
At that, the two pale-faced figures—man and woman—who were wrapped entirely in a swirl of red and blue, gazed at him with blank expressions.
The man in blue spoke first.
"We are the Azure-Crimson Twin Swords! Where isMok woo-jeon, the foremost villain of Sichuan?!"
The voice was sharp and metallic, ageless.
Ban Sacheong's face twisted with fury as he shouted back.
"How dare you spout such nonsense?! To call our Lord the greatest villain of Sichuan—how dare you?!"
The pair suddenly burst into wild laughter.
"Ki-hahaha!"
"Ohohohoho!"
The strange harmony of their laughter was eerie, shaking the very soul.
The warriors nearby groaned, clutching their ears and staggering. Even Ban Sacheong grimaced at the unbearable sound.
When the laughter stopped, the man in blue said coldly:
"You know full well why he is called the foremost villain of Sichuan, don't you?"
Ban Sacheong's face hardened at once.
Then he barked, almost in panic:
"Absurdity! What are you all waiting for?! Strike them down!"
At his command, the warriors charged the duo.
Ban Sacheong himself held back, waiting for the perfect opening.
"Ha-aahhh!"
"Die!"
"Yaaahhh!"
From all directions, blades surged in waves.
The two, however, clasped hands again and began spinning like a Taiji diagram.
Bababababam!
"Gahhh!"
"Arghhh!"
"Kugh!"
It was like the Wind Dragon Gale—an unstoppable cyclone blasting everything away.
The crimson-and-azure whirlwind grew faster and faster with each passing moment.
Seeing this, Ban Sacheong's expression grew grim.
He had hoped to wait for a gap to strike, but in this state no opening appeared at all.
"You wretches!"
Unable to wait any longer, Ban Sacheong leapt forward, sword flashing.
"Hyaaaahhh!"
His blade split into several luminous arcs, thrusting toward the man and woman. Each stroke curved sinuously, serpentine, a style that had earned him his epithet as the Serpent Sword Master.
But at that instant, the duo shifted. The woman in crimson suddenly hurled the man in blue forward like a spear.
Whoosh!
He shot ahead, drawing his blade like a bolt of lightning and thrusting.
It was a reckless, suicidal strike, as if both were meant to die together.
Ban Sacheong flinched in shock and hastily shifted to defense.
He had not expected such a mad attack.
"What—?!"
But as he parried, he realized his sword had cut nothing but empty air.
His face contorted with alarm.
"An illusory blade?!"
The suicidal thrust had been a feint.
And in that instant, the crimson woman, having switched places with her partner, swooped in.
Three razor-sharp strikes. A lightning-fast ambush.
"Kugh!"
Ban Sacheong stomped the ground with all his might, retreating desperately.
He had been completely dragged into their rhythm—his only choice was to withdraw.
But as he stepped back, the crimson woman flung the blue man once more, like hurling a deadly dart.
He flew with unstoppable force.
Ban Sacheong's back struck the wall of the nearby hall.
Thud!
No retreat remained.
"Damn!"
The pale-faced man, soaring toward him with sword in hand like a hurled dagger, could not be evaded. Ban Sacheong gritted his teeth and fixed his focus on the incoming blade.
Now that he knew they even used illusions, he had to guard with utmost care.
But strangely, the man did not swing his sword.
He simply flew straight at him.
Ban Sacheong's eyes widened in horror.
"What—?!"
A heartbeat later, the man's body smashed into him headfirst.
Puuumf!
"Gughhaaah!"
It was like a frog crushed beneath a stone.
Ban Sacheong's body was driven through the wall, leaving a gaping hole as if blasted by cannon fire.
Moments later, with the pillars collapsed, an entire side of the hall crumbled into ruins.
Crasshhhhh!
And by then, the man in blue had already returned calmly to stand beside the crimson woman, looking as if nothing had happened.
The two pale figures, their expressions unchanged, seemed utterly unaffected despite reducing Sucheon to rubble with just their presence.
The surrounding warriors, filled now with dread, dared not approach.
At that moment, the crimson woman—Tang Yeo-eun, hidden behind her human-skin mask—sent a silent transmission to her partner, Seonu Jin.
— Weren't you the one who said we wouldn't kill?
When they had decided to attack Sucheon openly, Jin had insisted they refrain from killing, since they couldn't yet be sure who was truly involved. He himself had even fought most foes barehanded, without drawing his sword.
Yet the elder they had just faced, Jin had utterly destroyed—his body shattered beyond recognition. Tang Yeo-eun was asking why.
Jin replied with a mental whisper of his own.
— That man wasn't innocent. When others heard Mok woo-jeon called the foremost villain of Sichuan, they reacted in disbelief. But he flinched in shock and tried desperately to silence the words.
— Ah… I see.
Tang Yeo-eun marveled again at Jin's insight.
She had thought their cries of "foremost villain" were just an act to appear as strange eccentrics, but to think such deeper meaning lay behind it.
The more she watched him, the more extraordinary he seemed.
Jin asked her softly:
— Miss Tang, doesn't doing this trouble you?
Her reply was bright and cheerful:
— Not at all! This is so much fun! Now I understand why there are so many eccentrics in the martial world! Thank you so much for letting me have this experience, Young Master!
Hearing her voice, bubbling with excitement like that of a child on an adventure, Jin gave a wry smile inwardly.
For someone who had always lived repressing herself, this must indeed have felt like a thrilling journey.
In contrast, Seonu Jin, despite outwardly acting the part of an expressionless fiend, inwardly never loosened his grip on tension.
In this matter, keeping the line was of utmost importance—never crossing beyond the point of exposing themselves, never revealing their identities, never endangering themselves needlessly.
So he had no room to enjoy it. Yet, when he heard Tang Yeo-eun's delighted voice, he couldn't help but feel pleased.
That he could give joy to Tang Yeo-eun, who had lived trapped in the shell of a wounded child, was something that gave Jin himself a profound sense of reward.
And there was also something strange about the fact that he was using the Yin-Yang Harmonization Technique together with her.
He had once read about this technique in the martial classics of the Seonu Clan, thinking that someday it might be fun to try it with someone.
"To be precise, I had hoped I might use it again with Na Seoyu, if fate allowed."
But now, with his feelings for Na Seoyu something he had been forced to put to rest, here he was, employing the technique instead with Tang Yeo-eun—something he had never even imagined.
Indeed, life was unknowable.
It was then that Jin's eyes caught sight of new figures approaching from the front.
Judging by their matching attire, they appeared to be two armed corps—about a hundred warriors in all.
Clearing his throat, Jin prepared once more to disguise his voice.
This voice-altering method was a minor art he had acquired recently from Hao-mun.
"I no longer wish to waste my hands on small fry! Where is Mok Woo-jeon, the foremost villain of Sichuan?!"
His sharp, metallic voice rang out, and the leaders of the two corps shouted back furiously.
"What nonsense is this?! How could our Lord be called the foremost villain of Sichuan?!"
Closely observing whether their reaction was confusion or anger, Jin sent a mental transmission to Tang Yeo-eun.
— Two! Three!
Then, the two of them burst into laughter together.
"Ki-hahaha!"
"Ohohohoho!"
The eerie laughter resonated, spreading through the space like a chilling symphony.
Those with weak inner strength could only clutch their ears and stagger in agony.
Before storming Sucheon, the two of them had practiced this Ghostly Resonance Laughter as much as they had the Yin-Yang Harmonization Technique.
The Ghostly Resonance Laughter was a sound-based martial art that amplified its destructive effect through harmony; the more people joined in exact unison, the more devastating its power became.
This too was one of the techniques Jin had memorized from the Seonu Clan's martial records.
Breaking their enemies' spirit with that terrible laughter, Jin once more spoke in his sharp, metallic voice:
"Pitiful fools! Even with the foremost villain of Sichuan before your very eyes, you fail to recognize him! With your dim wits, you are not worth my time! Bring forth Mok Woo-jeon at once!"
The two corps leaders gnashed their teeth and shouted back:
"Silence! Fierce Division, attack them all!"
"Wolf Division, charge!"
At their commands, the hundred warriors surged forward against the pair, like waves crashing against a sandcastle.
But what they charged into was no fragile sandcastle.
Once more, the raging crimson-and-azure Dragon Gale Wind rose to meet them.
Kwak-kwak-kwak-kwak-kwak!
"Arghhh!"
"Gahhh!"
"Kkughhh!"
The charging warriors were flung back even faster than they had come. Nearby halls caught in the gale collapsed into rubble once again.
And at that moment, he finally appeared.
The Lord of Sucheon Society, the man regarded as the strongest martial artist of southern Sichuan, one who stood before the wall of transcendence—the Ascending-Heavens Swordsman, Mok Woo-jeon.
"Th–this can't be…"
Mok Woo-jeon's eyes filled with grief as he surveyed the scene.
Warriors groaning, collapsed everywhere. Halls shattered as if struck by cannon fire.
Looking upon that devastation, he regretted ever having thought that perhaps he would not need to step in himself.
Even if it was a sudden raid, he had never imagined that just two people could bring them to such ruin.
Rage surged to the very top of his head, and Mok Woo-jeon hurled himself at them.
"You accursed wretches!"
Shooohhh!
His blade radiated a brilliant emerald aura as it cut straight into the gale that had flung his men aside.
The sword strike carried such overwhelming power it seemed ready to split not only the gale but the space itself in two.
Fwaaaash!
And indeed, his sword cleaved the Dragon Gale Wind apart.
What had shredded countless warriors into ruin, Mok Woo-jeon had scattered in a single strike.
The display of overwhelming might drew a roar of cheers from the watching warriors.
"Uwaaaah!"
"As expected of the Lord!"
"Indeed, the Ascending-Heavens Swordsman! The supreme master of southern Sichuan!"
But Mok Woo-jeon's face was far from bright.
The two figures, split apart by his strike, had already rejoined before him within mere paces.
They had not been separated by his sword at all—it was Jin who had sensed Mok Woo-jeon's approach and deliberately withdrawn them.
Jin's sharp, metallic voice rang out:
"At last you show yourself, Mok Woo-jeon—the foremost villain of Sichuan!"
Mok Woo-jeon flinched and roared in anger.
"To call me the foremost villain of Sichuan?! You invaders dare spout such absurd lies?!"
As he shouted, Jin smirked beneath his human-skin mask, the twisted grin visible even through the disguise.
"After sacrificing so many lives for your own greed, do you still deny being the foremost villain of Sichuan? How utterly shameless you are."
Mok Woo-jeon's face hardened visibly for an instant.
But only for an instant.
Clenching his teeth, he charged again, clearly unwilling to waste more time.
"Nonsense!"
This strike carried even greater ferocity than the first, the full might of his being unleashed. His martial power rivaled that of Zhuohashin Sword Huayeongbin or Seolpung.
Yet Jin did not flinch in the slightest.
As if expecting this, he merely tossed something to the ground at Mok Woo-jeon's feet.
Boooom!
It exploded upon impact.
A cloud of thick black smoke erupted, spreading like a storm.
Startled, Mok Woo-jeon halted his breath and leapt back, fearing it might be poison gas.
But contrary to his fear, it was merely a smoke bomb.
When the smoke cleared, what he saw was nothing—only the empty space where the two fiends had stood.
Overcome with fury, Mok Woo-jeon roared.
"You accursed vermin!"
Humiliated at having been toyed with without landing a single blow—and unsettled by the cryptic words of the blue-clad fiend—Mok Woo-jeon could not allow them to escape.
"After them! No matter what it takes, catch them! Do not let them get away!"
Enraged beyond control, his aura blazing, Mok Woo-jeon drove his warriors into pursuit.
But the fiends' trail vanished completely within the nearby forest.
And with the sky already darkening as the sun set, further pursuit became impossible.
It was as if they were mocking him to the very end.
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