Return of the Heavenly Sword

Chapter 25. Vajra Dog (3)

Whoooosh.

I cleanly dodged the iron fist that flew at me with a tremendous tearing sound and simultaneously thrust my sword towards the bastard's abdomen.

Clang!

As expected, a sound that was hard to believe came from the clash of flesh and steel echoed.

Following that, Nam Seup wrapped his arms inwards as if to hug me as I closed in.

If I were to be hugged by that man of monstrous strength, all the bones in my body would be crushed, and I would surely die.

From the position where I had thrust my sword, I threw my body to the side and rolled on the ground.

Using the momentum from rolling on the ground, I stood up and simultaneously used my footwork to dodge the fist that the bastard had hastily swung.

As expected. Does the sword not work?

Although I had seen the heretic bastards of the Five Sword Sect being swept away like autumn leaves just a moment ago, I tried it just in case.

It was possible that they couldn't pierce him because their level was too low.

So what now?

A way to subdue an enemy whose skin is as hard as steel.

The first thing that came to mind was the Internal Family Heavy Hand Technique.

A high-level technique that directly attacks the internal organs by infiltrating qi into the enemy's interior rather than their exterior.

However, there was one very big problem in attempting this method.

The Internal Family Heavy Hand Technique was an art that could only be performed by masters who had trained in palm or fist techniques to a very high level.

And I, who was nothing more than a mediocre talent, had barely enough time to train in swordsmanship, so I had never learned fist and palm techniques in such depth.

If I had the talent to be able to do it just by trying it now, I wouldn't have had such a hard time in my previous life.

So what should I do?

Suddenly, a certain old story came to mind.

The old story of water drops piercing a stone.

Since nothing would change just by thinking about it, I decided to give it a try for now.

Whoooooosh!

At the moment Nam Seup swung his fist again, I closed into his embrace and thrust my sword.

Towards the acupoint below the collarbone, one of the paralysis points, the Central Palace acupoint.

Clang!

As expected, a metallic sound echoed, but I already knew it wouldn't be pierced in one go.

This time, Nam Seup raised his left knee towards me as I closed in, as if to burst my abdomen with his knee.

I sharply twisted my upper body to narrowly dodge it, and taking advantage of the opening when the bastard's posture was disturbed from lifting one leg, I swung my sword again.

The same spot as before, towards the right Central Palace acupoint.

Clang!

“Tsk.”

Was it because my posture was also unstable? The slightly deviated sword path struck next to the Central Palace acupoint instead.

“Haaaaaaat!”

Despite being hit by the sword three times already, Nam Seup swung his fist again without even a pained expression.

I retreated with all my might using my movement technique, narrowly avoiding it, and then slapped my own cheek.

“Focus, Jin Yuseong.”

Water drops piercing a stone. I had to keep stabbing the exact same spot.

I took a deep breath and exhaled as I looked at the charging Nam Seup again.

“Hoo.”

Nam Seup's linear and simple movements. Through the gaps in his posture full of openings, I looked for the trajectory to strike his Central Palace acupoint.

The moment he came within my range, I thrust my sword as if performing a drawing sword technique towards his Central Palace acupoint.

“Haaaaat!”

Even as my sword flew at him, Nam Seup aimed straight for my head and threw his fist.

I couldn't tell if it was because he was confident that he wouldn't be hurt by my sword, or if he was just stupid.

But one thing was certain: if I continued to thrust my sword like this, my head would be crushed.

While thrusting my sword, I minimally twisted my upper body.

Swooooosh.

As the bastard's fist grazed past my face, I felt a strong wind pressure.

Along with that eeriness, the flow of the world had slowed down.

And in my twisted posture, the trajectory to accurately strike the bastard's Central Palace acupoint was embroidered in the empty air.

In the slowed world, I followed the trajectory, twisted my posture, and struck the bastard's Central Palace acupoint.

Clang!

This time, the tip of my sword touched the exact same spot I had stabbed the first time.

Following that, Nam Seup's fist, which had once again disregarded defense, flew at me.

Again, I took only the minimum number of steps, narrowly dodging it, and thrust my sword.

An iron fist that felt like it would shatter my bones just by grazing it. While my hair was being blown about by the wind pressure created by that iron fist.

I was like a butterfly, simply following the ideal that my eyes showed me and swinging my sword.

Clang!

After stabbing the bastard's Central Palace acupoint several times in such a state of self-forgetfulness.

Clang!

Through the clothes riddled with holes, a single drop of blood on Nam Seup's Central Palace acupoint came into view.

“Keuk.”

As if the paralysis point had been properly stimulated, Nam Seup grabbed his paralyzed right arm with his left hand and glared at me.

It was a strange feeling.

“This is a good training method.”

It was only good from a training perspective.

Clink.

That was because the sword, which had clashed with the bastard's body several times, had broken.

“Tsk.”

After clicking my tongue lightly, I threw the half-broken sword and threw my body.

It wasn't to run away.

It was to pick up and use the swords of the Five Sword Sect heretic bastards who were sprawled on the ground.

“Still, it wasn't a great mastery yet.”

I had tried this method because of a slight possibility.

Even now, the bastard felt close to having a Vajra Indestructible Body, but compared to when he had achieved great mastery, he was on the weaker side.

Rumors abounded that not a single drop of blood came out even from the sword qi of a peak master.

“Yeeeaah!!”

As if he thought the broken sword was an opportunity, the bastard shouted again and rushed at me.

The sight of him with his paralyzed right arm dangling was quite bizarre.

Whoosh!

While a fist passed by my ear with a sharp tearing sound, I rolled on the ground and picked up one of the swords that were lying around.

“Let's see, how many swords are left?”

It was a very important issue.

To make the bastard completely immobile, I would have to subdue several paralysis points.

After counting the number of swords sprawled on the ground and flinging my body here and there for a while.

The boar that was chasing me accidentally stepped on the forearm of a Five Sword Sect member sprawled on the ground.

Crack.

Along with the eerie sound of a bone breaking, the Five Sword Sect member who was lying down screamed.

“Aaaaaaaargh!!!”

An expression as if his eyes were about to pop out.

Nam Seup's expression was similar to that.

“S-sorry, uncle!”

Nam Seup, who had hastily apologized with a startled expression, stumbled and fell flat on his face.

On top of the body of another Five Sword Sect member.

Thud.

“Cough…”

As if the heretic bastard's ribs were broken, he coughed up blood.

“Hiiik.”

Nam Seup, with blood splattered on his face, let out a strange scream, and then repeatedly apologized to the man he had landed on.

“S-sorry. I'm sorry!”

I thought it would be better for the guy underneath if he moved out of the way instead of apologizing.

As I watched that scene, a good idea suddenly came to mind.

Nam Seup, with blood splattered on his face, struggled to his feet and rushed at me again.

He even used his right arm, which I had stimulated the paralysis point on earlier, to push himself off the ground.

“You're damn tough.”

It seemed the stimulation hadn't been deep enough, and the paralysis had already worn off.

I walked around the Five Sword Sect's estate, avoiding the mad boar that had been released from its seal.

Crack.

“Aaaaaargh!”

The boar that was hastily chasing me once again accidentally trampled on a heretic sprawled on the ground.

“S-sorry!”

I closed in on Nam Seup, who was surprised and apologizing again, and thrust the sword I had picked up earlier.

Clang!

A hollow metallic sound echoed from the sword that struck the bastard's body.

“Eeeek!”

I dodged the fist that Nam Seup swung and used my movement technique again.

Soon, the scream of someone else being trampled by Nam Seup again echoed.

It was because I was deliberately running away towards the places where the Five Sword Sect heretic bastards were sprawled.

It was truly a case of killing two birds with one stone.

I felt good because Nam Seup was taking care of the trash for me, and in the meantime, the startled Nam Seup's body became full of openings, making it much easier to strike his acupoints.

While Nam Seup was swinging his fist again.

This time, I grabbed the collar of a heretic bastard sprawled on the ground and pulled him up.

“!?”

Nam Seup's face, who was swinging his fist, turned white.

Nam Seup hastily twisted his body, and his fist grazed the side of the heretic bastard.

Crack.

“Keok…”

Even though it was just a graze, a satisfying sound of ribs breaking was heard, and the heretic bastard coughed up blood.

Indeed, the bastard's monstrous strength was on a level that defied common sense. I felt that I could die if I were to be hit even once.

“Dieeee!!”

However, no matter how strong an attack is, it's useless if it doesn't hit.

Clang!

Having sacrificed the heretic bastard, I was able to comfortably strike the body of Nam Seup, who had frozen with a pale face.

“S-sorry. I'm sorry.”

Absurdly, even while being hit by my sword, the bastard was repeatedly bowing his head towards the heretic bastard from before.

It seemed his ribs had broken and pierced his internal organs, as that heretic bastard was collapsed on the ground, continuously vomiting blood.

I glanced over and saw that there were also lumps mixed in with the blood. It seemed his internal organs were completely destroyed.

It was a sight that could be mistaken for someone who had been hit by the Internal Family Heavy Hand Technique.

Clang!

Clink.

The sword that was striking Nam Seup, who was in the middle of apologizing, finally broke.

“Heh.”

While I was letting out a dry laugh, the heretic bastard who had been vomiting blood went limp. It seemed he had departed for the afterlife.

Only then did Nam Seup turn his head again and glare at me with fierce eyes.

“B-bad guy!”

I wondered if that was the worst curse he knew.

“I'm not the one who killed him.”

At my answer, Nam Seup, unable to think of a bigger curse, his face turning red, rushed at me again.

“Eeeeeek!!”

I threw my body towards a sword sprawled on the ground, and for the sake of the stratagem of killing with a borrowed knife, I also intended to lure him towards the heretic bastards scattered here and there.

After walking around the Five Sword Sect's estate and attacking Nam Seup like that several times.

“Hmm?”

Somehow, the situation began to flow strangely.

At some point, the sounds of wailing in the estate stopped.

It wasn't that all the Five Sword Sect bastards had been killed by the boar.

Nam Seup was chasing me while avoiding all the heretic bastards sprawled on the ground.

As if he were performing a movement technique or footwork.

“His head is bad, but his body is good, is that it?”

He was imitating my movements after seeing them.

When I lifted another sprawled heretic bastard again, Nam Seup twisted his fist, avoided the human shield, and aimed for my side.

I threw my body backwards and narrowly dodged it, and a dry laugh naturally escaped my lips.

“It's like I'm training him.”

The bastard who had been mindlessly swinging his fist was suddenly even performing variations.

Suddenly, I thought it might be for the better.

“Will my eyes open?”

A moment ago, when the sword broke, my concentration had also been scattered.

Worse, I had been chuckling at the sight of the boar trampling the Five Sword Sect bastards, so I felt that even the remaining concentration had vanished.

But now, that bastard would no longer trample on the heretic bastards.

With a willing heart, I closed in again on the boar that was swinging its fist.

Swoooooooosh.

While a murderous tearing sound echoed from the bastard's fist, whose movements had become much more concise, I also concisely swung my sword and attacked his Supreme Rushing acupoint.

Clang!

The Supreme Rushing acupoint was an acupoint located in the center of the big toe and the second toe, a paralysis point that could paralyze the foot.

“Eek!”

As if he thought he was being toyed with, Nam Seup let out a shout like a child throwing a tantrum and continuously threw his fists and kicked his feet.

I continuously threw my body and thrust my sword towards the Supreme Rushing acupoint, which was moving here and there along with the bastard's violent movements.

Clang!

Is this what a weaver feels like, trying to thread a needle in a typhoon?

Swoooooooosh!

Even while I was throwing my body to dodge the right foot that the bastard swung, my eyes were fixed on the Supreme Rushing acupoint of that foot.

At some point, the bastard's foot, filled with tremendous power, looked like a snail, and my vision was filled with the perfect trajectory to strike the moving Supreme Rushing acupoint.

I willingly followed that trajectory and thrust my sword again.

Clang!

Along with a pleasant metallic sound, the sight of cracks spreading on the blade and the sword breaking slowly entered my vision.

I immediately opened my palm and threw away the sword, then spun my body around and drew the sword I had picked up beforehand.

Clang!

As if in one motion, I thrust my sword again towards the bastard's right foot, which was just about to touch the ground.

Clang!

“Keuk.”

As if the stimulation had finally entered the Supreme Rushing acupoint, Nam Seup let out a faint groan and staggered.

Having aimed for this moment, I unhesitatingly tripped the bastard's paralyzed foot.

Thud.

At the moment the bastard, who had fallen with a heavy thud, tried to get up again.

Shlick.

I thrust the sword into the bastard's mouth and said.

“You probably couldn't train the inside of your throat, could you?”

It was a common weakness of external arts that strengthened the skin, muscles, and bones.

The eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. The insides of the so-called seven orifices were impossible to train.

The future Vajra Dog had also lost his life in this way.

When the sect of the chivalrous hero who had been killed by the Vajra Dog came for revenge.

The sect leader, who was the strongest master of that sect, when his sword qi didn't work on the Vajra Dog, had thrust a sword into the Vajra Dog's mouth and torn apart his internal organs.

Knowing this method, I had come to this place with the intention of killing the Vajra Dog, whether he had achieved a Vajra Indestructible Body or not.

After blinding him by stabbing his eyes, I could kill him anytime by just thrusting a sword into his mouth and gouging out his internal organs.

Just then, Nam Seup, who had been trying to get up, ignoring my warning, flinched.

It seemed the tip of the sword had slightly pierced the inside of his throat.

Only then, as if he realized that he could really die, the bastard's eyes widened like saucers.

The bastard looked up at me with an attitude of being unable to do either this or that.

The tricky part was that I was in the same boat, unable to do either this or that.

I hadn't knocked him out, and I could only subdue him by keeping a sword thrust in his throat.

In this state, I couldn't fight with other bastards.

This was why I had tried other methods first instead of using this method from the beginning.

It was a problem that arose because I had thought of a way to kill him, but had never thought of a way to subdue him.

“What should I do with this guy now?”

At my muttering, Nam Seup, with a sword in his mouth, looked up at me with teary eyes.