Swaaaaek!
Three flashing harpoons flew in a straight line, aiming for Jo Geol. As if proving that the name 'Eighteen Strongholds of the Yangtze River Waterway' was not an empty one, the harpoons they threw were as swift and sharp as vipers, even on land. But the sword, glowing white in contrast to the dark harpoons, was twice as fast.
Tang! Tang! Tang!
Dashing between the harpoons like a thunderbolt from the sky, the sword swiftly deflected all three at once before piercing the chests of the river pirates.
Kwadeuk!
The sword that tore through muscle and dug into the heart was withdrawn without a moment's hesitation, seeking its next target.
“Out of the way!”
Jo Geol slammed his shoulder into the bodies of the dead. He even considered the time it took for the lifeless bodies to fall a waste.
Thud!
The bodies he struck were sent flying into the air. Using the corpses as a shield, he ran swiftly, firing dozens of streams of sword qi at the bewildered river pirates.
Paaaaaaat!
This was a wickedly swift sword, so fast that they wouldn't even realize they were dead until the moment their hearts were pierced. It showed why he had earned the nickname One-Sword Divides Light.
“You bastaaard!”