The Return of the Crazy Demon
Chapter 268: I Didn’t Take the Flute
The moment my sword clashed with the Sword Guest’s, I heard a faint sound from my arm.
It was the kind of sound that made me feel sorry for my arm, somewhat sorry for Heukbaek Soso, and not at all sorry for Moyong Baek.
Naturally, it was the sound of the stitched-up area tearing all at once. If I wanted to grip my sword properly, such injuries were inevitable.
As soon as I took on the Sword Guest, everyone else found their match.
The man wielding the straight blade faced the Sword Demon, and the one swinging the whip was up against the Lecher. In other words, among the ten enemies, the three strongest were now being handled by the three of us.
Cha Seong-tae ended up charging into the injured, letting out some unintelligible roar.
Even Moyong Baek started chattering next to Cha Seong-tae. I was admittedly baffled by the fact that even the physician was fighting, but the Sword Guest’s long sword kept me too busy to care.
In any case, fools who get angry are impossible to stop.
I parried the long sword and met the Sword Guest’s eyes.
“Wow. You’re keeping your cool, even now.”
The Sword Guest said nothing.
"......"
Now that we were actually clashing, his long sword felt even longer. His swordsmanship was unique too—independent, belonging to no school or sect.
His thrusts recovered quickly, and his slashing arcs were absurdly wide. He often used spinning motions to add power to his techniques, unleashing explosive internal energy at just the right moments.
When I clashed palms with him to test his force, I found it laced with a recoil-like resistance, wary of internal power contests.
He was a well-balanced and capable swordsman, both in swordsmanship and inner energy.
Thinking back, I recalled that this Sword Guest might have been alive during my past life as the Crazy Demon.
In the middle of the fight, I heard the Lecher laughing.
Since I didn’t hear the whip slicing through the air, I figured he was holding it and injecting it with ice arts.
While I was distracted trying to grasp the state of the battle, the Sword Guest’s blade skimmed dangerously close to my shoulder.
Focus...