Tch- Cheong-un twisted his head and narrowly dodged the returning hidden weapon’s trajectory. In that moment, Cheong-un’s sword reached Guiwol. Guiwol hurriedly crossed her String Swords, trying to block Cheong-un’s sword.
Shrrrik— “Ugh…!”
One of the String Swords Guiwol controlled snapped, and Cheong-un’s sword slashed into her shoulder joint. The recoil sent Guiwol reeling backward, spinning through the air.
Thud.
Guiwol clutched the wound on her shoulder with a pained expression and glared at Cheong-un. Cheong-un raised his sword at her once more.
“For someone who sacrificed so many subordinates, your skills are pathetic.”
“This… pretty boy bastard…!”
Thud- Yu Pyo stood beside Cheong-un. Yu Pyo likewise raised his sword toward Guiwol.
“We must close the distance.”
“I know.”
But the hidden weapons connected by the String Swords were troublesome. Even if they entered the range of the thread-like String Swords, the returning hidden weapons were no small concern. Moreover, Guiwol had absorbed the blood energy of dozens.
Each hidden weapon was wrapped in dense sword aura.
“I will handle the hidden weapons.”
Cheong-un nodded.
“To gang up on a single woman! You orthodox sect bastards are utterly shameless!”
“My daughter once said the same thing.”
Cheong-un assumed the starting form.