Chapter 305 - Underworld's Divine Star Black Flame Dragon (3)

Sangmun Gang.

I looked at the nameplate and said,

"Hey, can you bastards not even read? That's the character for 'Sang.' Not the one for 'anus.'"

"Ugh!"

The lackeys stopped the giant as he tried to throw a punch at me.

Then one of them whispered,

"Please hold back just a little. Since we've come this far. Once we're inside, we can all gang up and smash him..."

I can hear you, you bastard.

Can they not even gauge how large the difference in internal energy is?

In any case, it wasn't as if I hadn't expected this situation.

At times like this, it was better to make a commotion and go in.

I confidently kicked the door.

If it burst open with a satisfying bang, chaos would break out inside...

CRACK.

"..."

The door must have been made of incredibly thin plywood, because only the part I kicked split apart and my foot sank right through it.

"Hey, you guys... never mind."

When I gathered the Great Yang Palm in both hands and fired it, the sound I had been hoping for finally rang out.

BOOM!

Wooden fragments shattered into pieces and scattered in all directions.

They must have used truly cheap wood, because sawdust flew everywhere.

Then, as expected, angry shouts came from inside.

"Who the hell are you!"

"Do you know where this is!"

"How dare you barge into the Sangmun Gang!"

It looked like this place was full of idiots with low intelligence. They could not even get the name of their own sect right.

An Underworld bastard gripping his weapon murderously spotted the giant and frowned.

"Huh? Killing Fist? Killing Fist! What the hell happened!"

"Go gall da Gang Leaber!"

"What? What the hell is that idiot saying!"

"Go! Gall da Gang Leaber!"

"That fucking moron..."

In the end, a lackey stepped forward and reported.

"Hall Leader! The Gang Leader, the Gang Leader must come...!"

"What?"

"Jin Sowoon... In other words, it's Black Flame Dragon, Black Flame Dragon!"

"Black Flame Dragon? The Underworld's Divine Star, Black Flame Dragon?"

"Yes!"

As soon as my alias came out, the surroundings went silent in an instant.

It seemed my fame really was impressive.

After a brief silence, the Underworld bastard flew into a rage.

"You stupid bastards got beaten up by some brat and came here looking for the Gang Leader?!"

Seeing the long scar across his lips, it looked like he had ended up that way after running his mouth wrong.

I looked at the Underworld bastards approaching with their weapons gripped murderously and asked the giant,

"Hey, is your name Killing Fist?"

"Yeh..."

"What a shitty naming sense."

"... I'b definitely gill you."

I dodged the great saber swinging as if to split my head and drove my fist into his abdomen.

BANG!

With a thunderous roar, the Underworld bastard shot away like a cannonball and flew into the wall.

Next, I grabbed the spearhead stabbing toward my heart, pulled it in with Lotus, then hooked his leg and knocked him down.

"Kuhuk!"

Next came an axe aimed at my neck.

These bastards did not even have the bare sincerity to standardize their weapons.

CLAP!

"Eek!"

The Underworld bastard was horrified when I caught the axe blade with my hand.

I snatched the axe away, caught the handle in midair, and brought it straight down on his head.

"N-No!"

This bastard was fearless when splitting other people's heads.

Talk about self-serving.

Still, since I am the chivalrous warrior among chivalrous warriors who does not kill carelessly,

I turned the axe around and only fixed his head with the haft.

THUD!

Hmm... Was that a little rough?

The Underworld bastard fainted while blood streamed from him.

Well, even so, when he wakes up, he should be able to read his sect's name properly.

Next came a bastard charging in with a sword... Huh?

Why the fuck is he holding a Mount Hua Sect sword?

Has he actually lost his mind?

"You... need a rather serious education."

"Die, you bastard!"

I fired the Flying Dragon Claw, bound his hand and pulled, while at the same time kicking him and knocking his body down.

When I examined the sword I had taken, it really was the kind used by the Mount Hua Sect.

"This guy is a complete halfwit. Hey, you bastard, if the Mount Hua Sect catches you carrying this around, you're dead."

For his sake, I grabbed the blade and broke it in half, and his pupils shook violently.

It seemed he still had not grasped the situation.

"Hey, I just saved your life."

"Wha... t."

"Shouldn't you thank me for saving you first?"

"Th-Thank y..."

"No need, you bastard!"

The bastard's body flew off after being hit by my fist, smashed through the building's door, and went inside.

I looked at my fist anew.

'I'm pretty strong, aren't I?'

It seemed my standards for strength had been raised too much after meeting nothing but inhuman bastards all this time.

Come to think of it, even the Murim Academy students were like ultimate weapons that each sect had painstakingly raised. It was only natural my standards would rise.

Underworld bastards who would have frightened me so much in my past life that I could not even meet their eyes now felt like children.

After looking at my hand for a moment, I asked the Underworld bastard with the scar on his lips,

"Hey, don't I kind of seem like a chivalrous warrior?"

"... What the hell is that crazy bastard saying!"

Is he the quick-saber type? But he's slow.

THUD!

The lip-scar bastard was sent flying with one kick.

"Graaagh! I'll kill you!"

How is it that they do not have a single unified martial art or weapon?

Even if I roughly gathered random warriors passing by on the street, there would be more unity than this.

On top of that, these brats had nothing but guts, so they kept springing back up no matter how many times they were hit.

'If they had received proper training, they would already have realized the difference in martial arts.'

But that was no problem.

"Die!"

Killing Fist finally moved, and I blocked the fist he threw, grabbed him by the collar,

"I'm from the Minor Orthodox Unit, you see."

"Huh?"

and brought his head down just like that.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

They kept getting up even when they were hit?

The solution was simple.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Just beat them until they cannot get up.

"Uuugh."

Killing Fist let a few more teeth spill from his mouth along with blood.

He's done for when it comes to tearing into meat from now on. How pitiful. Tsk.

I took one breath, then shouted with abdominal breathing,

"Come at me, you bastards! Come at me, come at me!"

Bastards who live on guts do not stop until they realize their opponent is a madman.

In other words,

I had to show them just how beautifully insane I was.

I ran wild in every direction, smashing the heads of the charging bastards, snapping their legs, twisting their arm joints, and tearing them out.

When the Underworld lackeys had all collapsed at last,

"... Wh-What the hell is all this!!!"

The Gang Leader of the Anus Gang appeared.

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"Jin... Sowoon? Black Flame Dragon Jin Sowoon!"

"Yeah."

The Gang Leader of the Anus Gang could not contain his rage at the sight before him.

"What is the meaning of this?"

My skin prickled from the killing intent that said he would beat me to death at any moment.

"Big Brother, let us cut off his limbs first and talk afterward."

"Indeed. Big Brother! Underworld bastards act arrogant and think the world belongs to them the moment their names become a little known."

"We must first teach a bastard like that how frightening the world is...!"

Those lined up beside him also followed the Gang Leader and radiated killing intent.

At least among the Anus Gang members I had seen so far, they emitted the most refined qi.

'Hmm, the Gang Leader is... roughly Hall Leader-class... And his brothers are... Squad Captain-class?'

While I was gauging their level, the Gang Leader ground his teeth.

"Cut off the bastard's arms and legs one by one and bring him before me. Leave his tongue! I must hear the reason."

"Yes!"

At the Gang Leader's order, four men moved at the same time.

The way they took the four directions and formed an array did not look like something they had done only once or twice.

'Four Directions Jade-Shattering Array.'

It was one of the most basic sword arrays, but also the most effective sword array when fighting many against one.

"You... made quite a scene in the Underworld Alliance, I hear?"

"We'll fix that insolent attitude of yours today."

"Of course, you won't be able to hold a sword ever again."

"Huaaah!"

But it was not very effective.

A sword array had to be based on mutual trust.

It had to be deployed with the resolve that one would gladly give up one's own life for the person beside them.

And yet.

'Sloppy.'

The sword array they deployed fell short in both level and resolve compared to the one those Geum, Eun, and Dong kids performed.

THUD! THUD!

I turned the face of the bastard charging at the very front into mush with the Ten Thousand Transformations Invincible Fist, then extended my foot toward the one swinging his sword next.

By this point, someone should have stepped forward to bind my foot in place on behalf of the bastard swinging his sword, but there was no way these people had that kind of resolve.

It was nothing more than a sword array arranged to beat down the opponent efficiently.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

I struck his solar plexus, broke the hand holding his sword, and knocked out his teeth in a shower with a headbutt.

This guy also won't be able to eat meat like Killing Fist from now on. How pitiful.

"Kuhuk!"

I grabbed the collar of the bastard who was about to collapse and brought my forehead down again.

The bastard, who had been relieved because his teeth had already been knocked out, rolled his eyes back from the pain of his nose breaking.

When I turned my gaze to the remaining bastards,

"W-Wait!"

"What do you mean, wait!"

Without delay, I charged at the bastard right beside me, broke his shin, and drove my fist into his face.

Then his nose disappeared.

From now on, you'll have to breathe only through your mouth.

Next, I hooked his foot, knocked him down, and kicked his head, making him faint.

The last one left.

When I slowly turned my head,

"Eek! Y-You madman!"

At last, they issued me my certificate from their own mouths.

Sir, I would still be sad if you just ran away.

WHIRRR!

The Flying Dragon Claw shot out and seized the hem of his robes, and with the sound of wire winding in, the bastard flew toward me as if being sucked in.

The moment he arrived before my eyes,

THUD!

When I drove my fist into his face, the fourth brother spun twice in the air and collapsed.

After quickly smashing the Four Directions Jade-Shattering Array, I gave the Anus Gang Leader a bright smile.

"Should I go to you? Or will you come to me? Ah, don't think about running."

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The Gang Leader of the Sangmun Gang was a veteran of the Underworld Murim.

He had spent twenty years roaming Murim with his four brothers.

Tired of sleeping outdoors and extorting small coins from others, he had joined forces with his brothers and established a sect.

Since the Underworld Alliance had happened to be formed and become a force opposing the Murim Alliance, he thought he no longer had to worry about the Murim Alliance unilaterally suppressing the Underworld. He had intended to spend the rest of his life diligently growing the Sangmun Gang, but...

'This crazy... What the hell is this fucking bullshit...?'

The Sangmun Gang he had worked so hard to establish had been smashed to pieces in a single day.

And by a brat who had only just passed twenty.

GULP.

A fiery rage surged up from within him, but he pressed it down and endured it.

Because the instincts that had allowed him to survive in Murim for twenty years were warning him.

'He's on a different level.'

His martial arts, of course, but the real problem was this bastard's state of mind.

'He's a different level of... lunatic.'

He was not a hypocrite who had come to kill them out of rage over their evil deeds.

If he were such a man, he would have drawn his sword long ago.

And every member of the Sangmun Gang would have had their heads cut off by that sword.

The bastard before his eyes was tightly hiding his anger and venting it by toying with his opponents.

It was an instinct he had because he had seen all sorts of bastards over decades of experience in the Underworld Murim.

'... He really is insane.'

He became curious why this bastard had come all the way here to raise hell.

"... What is this about?"

"What?"

"I'm asking why you're doing this!"

"Hmm... Wouldn't it be better to talk after we fight first?"

At the sight of him crooking his finger in that insolent posture, the Gang Leader's eyes trembled.

But he must not provoke a madman even further.

He swallowed his resentment again and asked,

"I want to hear the full story."

"The full story... Fine. I was eating with the people from our merchant group at a guest house, you see..."

After hearing the story, the Gang Leader could only wrinkle his nose.

"You did all this over a mere ten taels of silver?"

"... A mere. Ten. Taels. Of. Silver?"

The madman's neck moved with little creaks.

His unblinking eyes stared straight at him.

Looking at those eyes filled with madness, the Gang Leader became certain.

'Was that rumor true?'

The rumor that this madman was the joint successor of the absolute experts of the Underworld Murim.

He had brushed it off as a tavern joke, but... now he could be certain.

For some reason, he was officially pretending to be the disciple of an Orthodox sect, but that bastard was clearly the joint successor of Underworld experts.

The madman's voice reached him again.

"A. Mere. Ten. Taels. Of. Silver."

Once he realized that, all the strength drained from his body.

The skills that had seemed merely impressive until now came back to him in a terrifying, chilling way.

If he truly was the successor of the Underworld experts he knew...

'I can never defeat him...!'

Looking at the mad... no, joint successor who had approached right before him, the Gang Leader unknowingly stepped back and fell.

"W-Wait! Wait! It was a m-mistake!"

"A mistake?! You're saying you did that by mistake?"

"A-Are we not friends who have thrown ourselves into the same place! B-Black Flame Dragon doing this to us only benefits the hypocrites!"

He stopped short.

Had the words he had desperately blurted out worked?

Or perhaps, because his identity had been exposed when he had to keep it hidden, would he kill them all?

While pessimistic thoughts filled his head,

Jin Sowoon's eyes, which had been gleaming with madness a moment ago, returned to normal.

"Hmm... Right, we're friends, aren't we?"

D-Did it work?

At Jin Sowoon's question, the Gang Leader quickly nodded.

"Th-That's right. Are we not friends!"

"Right, right. We're friends. Then isn't extorting a friend's money a bad thing?"

"I-I will return it. I will return it all!"

"But a wound remains in my heart."

Fuck, you crazy bastard! What about the wounds our boys suffered...!

He barely swallowed the words that rose all the way to his throat.

If Underworld experts had secretly raised a successor and slipped him into the Orthodox faction,

then touching the Taiyi Sect's Daecheon Merchant Group was...

the same as touching a grand operation of the Underworld experts.

This was entirely his own fault, a hundred times over.

"I-I will return three times what we have taken so far."

"Good. Oh, right! And about what happens from now on."

"You mean the Daecheon Merchant Group operated by the Taiyi Sect? From now on, I will order them never to collect protection fees."

"Hmm, that's not it."

At Jin Sowoon's attitude as he shook his head, the Gang Leader broke into a cold sweat.

Because he could not even guess what this crazy bastard would demand.

"It's a merchant group operated by a friend, so shouldn't you watch over it and protect it in case other trash tries to mess with it?"

"P-Protect?"

"Yeah."

"... Without taking protection fees?"

"Of course! Fuck, aren't we friends?"

For some reason, it felt as though Black Flame Dragon's hand gripping the nape of his neck had gained strength.

The Gang Leader swallowed the groan that was about to escape from pain and forced a smile.

"O-Of course. From now on, whenever the Daecheon Merchant Group passes through this area, we will certainly volunteer to escort them!"

"Good, good. Very good. Then I'll trust you and go. I look forward to working with you."

Looking at Jin Sowoon as he smiled brightly and extended his hand as if nothing had happened, the Gang Leader thought,

As expected of the joint successor of the Underworld, he had clearly inherited every bit of their craziness as well.