The ones who were hit squarely by Blazing Chicken Grand Palm were crushed flat.
Even in the midst of that, the ones with quick reflexes and decent light footwork managed to dodge, but it didn’t matter.

Because I’d already seized the upper hand.

As soon as I landed on the ground, flattened in the shape of a palm, I wrapped Yeomgye around my right hand again as if I were about to unleash another Blazing Chicken Grand Palm.

In a place lit only by moonlight, when my hand was dyed red once more...

The lowly scum scattered back all at once.

This was the expected reaction. The corpses of those who had taken a direct hit from Blazing Chicken Grand Palm were still sprawled all around.

The leaders of the enemy lines pulled further back, using the scum as shields.

With just one attack, I had captured their attention.

A man who uses a finishing move not to kill but to seize the right to speak—that’s me.

“Where is Yu Sacheong, the Silver Ghost? Hiding, are you? And that bat-faced bastard who calls himself Lord of the Martial Sound Sect, where’s he? Hiding too, I see. And the deranged Lady Iron Fan who keeps tossing hidden weapons—you joined in as well, huh? Ah, there you are. Listen up, all of you. I killed the Vice Leader of the Woonwoo Society.”

I pointed past the henchmen to where Iryong Nogun was glaring at me.

“And that bastard over there. That senile old fuck who’s done nothing but leech off the Great Rakshasa's scraps all his life—that’s the reason you’re all going to die today. Don’t forget it.”

Whew, short and sharp.

With that, I’d successfully provoked every enemy leader.

When things devolve into a melee, starting with a direct provocation is the most effective. As the number of dying increases, people tend to blame their own leaders.

I drew Fang of the Black Rabbit from my waist and spoke.

“What the hell are you staring at? Come at me all at once, you dumb fucks.”

Right then, a thwack came from behind, and Dokgo-saeng, wielding twin blades, began slashing down anyone in his path with brutal momentum. The Twelve Divine Generals' disciples surged in, followed by Sogunpyeong and the Black Cat Pavilion fighters who pushed through the encirclement at my rear.

Standing in the middle of the enemy ranks, I shook my shoulders with a laugh.

“Great moonlight, good momentum from our side, and I’m feeling damn good.”

As I infused Yeomgye into Fang of the Black Rabbit, the blade turned red.

When I suddenly charged forward, the scum stepped back again. They still moved in a formation meant to protect their leaders.

One thing I always pay attention to is the enemy’s state of mind. That’s why I embed psychological warfare into even my steps and tone.

“Step aside, scum. I only kill the bosses.”

When I charged in laughing, sword in hand, the scum who had been ready to take hits for their leaders scattered in panic.

Of course, I don’t go easy on the scum.

As they ran, I rained sword energy onto their backs, chased them down, and slashed into them the way Jang Deok-soo butchers pigs.

In an instant, screams and roars overlapped.

In the midst of it all, I heard the calm voice of Baek-in's disciple from behind.

“Junior Sister Hong, cover Senior Brother’s rear and clear out the ones interfering. The Four Divine Generals will assist however we can.”

Looks like Baek-in has grasped my overarching strategy.

I could also hear the dark voice of Haomun led by Dokgo-saeng loud and clear.

“Boss, what should we do?”

Dokgo-saeng kept swinging his blades as he answered.

“Just kill everyone.”

As soon as he said it, someone’s scream shot into the sky. Not far from there, Sogunpyeong was yelling curses at his subordinates. Most of it was a variation of “Get your shit together!”

To conserve energy, I began advancing with simple swings of Fang of the Black Rabbit. When enemies step back, pressing them just a beat faster is the right tempo.

Killing scum doesn’t cost much energy, so I let my mouth run free.

“Didn’t I say… today felt like a shitty day?”

I chopped through one man’s shoulder with Fang of the Black Rabbit.

Splurt!

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I slashed the neck of another rushing at me, then leapt into the air and drove my knee into someone’s face.

Crack!

“Did you think it was your chance just because the Great Rakshasa died?”

I rammed Fang of the Black Rabbit into the neck of the guy knocked down by my knee.

Thwack!

When I pulled the sword out, a long stream of blood sprayed over the heads of those retreating.

“Why the fuck do you keep running away? Huh?”

I sped up again and swung my blade.

Even as I slashed left and right, I kicked sideways, forward, spun, flew, and launched palm strikes—all while spouting nonsense nonstop.

Sometimes even I didn’t know what the hell I was saying, but it didn’t matter.

What mattered was killing the enemy while talking. The words didn’t have to make sense.

They just helped steer the flow of battle in my favor and keep it there.

Thanks to that, my subordinates had no trouble tracking my position. We naturally formed a charge formation with me at the head.

“Why do you think the Great Rakshasa suddenly died, you lunatics? Why do you think?”

I used Absorption Art to pull someone toward me, grabbed them by the collar, and asked calmly.

“Why do you think he died?”

When the stammering bastard failed to answer, I slammed Fang of the Black Rabbit’s hilt into his forehead.

Crack!

Now, every time my eyes landed on someone, they started backing away.
But I deliberately chased only those who obviously retreated.

“Why do you think he died, huh? Answer me, you fuckers.”

Finally, someone screamed, “Aagh!” and bolted. I mimicked his scream and bellowed.

“Aagh!”

…

Once I had everyone’s attention, I infused ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) Yeomgye into my blade and blew on it.

“Haaah. Nice and toasty.”

Flame-colored wisps coiled around the sword.

“Yeomgye Great Blade Technique.”

A man who shouts technique names during battle—that’s me.

Truthfully, it was just another version of Blazing Chicken Grand Palm, only with a different name.

But to the enemies watching the red threads swirling around the blade, it’d seem like something entirely different.

“Die.”

I whipped forward flame-like trails from the sword, advancing as I lashed.
With each swing, four or five bodies were torn apart.

Cackling as I moved forward, I could feel at least a third of the enemy forces losing the will to fight.

In fact, more and more began to break ranks and flee.

Some didn’t even make it far before getting beheaded by Master Su or Iryong Nogun.

I looked toward Master Su, who had just sliced someone down, and suddenly shouted.

“Master Su!”

He glared at me with bulging eyes.

I addressed him like an old acquaintance.

“Why don’t you believe me, Master? I told you—I killed your Vice Leader. Wasn’t his skull split by an axe? Was I wrong? It was an axe, right?”

Master Su’s face flushed red.

“You lunatic bastard…”

I stepped toward him, Fang of the Black Rabbit still slick with blood.

“He died by the axe in the incinerator, didn’t he? I’m the culprit.”

The Woonwoo Society officers stepped in front of Master Su, and I charged in.

Now I could hear the enemy's voices clearly.

“Stay calm, Master Su. We still outnumber them.”

That was Iryong Nogun’s voice.

“Everyone, gather! That guy’s their leader.”

That must be Lady Iron Fan.

But Yu Sacheong still kept his mouth shut.

Fighting the Woonwoo Society officers, I asked,

“Officers, where is this Yu Sacheong? Was he the one who escalated all this?”

I sliced open one officer’s shoulder like a dumpling and carved a straight red line across his face.

“Gaaagh!”

I quickly drove the Fang of the Black Rabbit into the bastard’s neck and roared out:

“Yu Sacheong. I’ll make sure a bounty is issued for you across all of the Central Plains. Even if you run today, it’s useless. From now on, I’m living just for the fun of hunting you down. You especially—I’m going to split your skull open with an axe.”

Suddenly, from the left, a massive wave of force surged in like a tidal wave.

BOOOOOOOM!

I responded precisely with a left palm strike, but because I had been mid-swing, I was pushed slightly off balance.
And of course, right in the direction I was being pushed, a meteor hammer came flying in at full speed.

I had no choice but to swing the Fang of the Black Rabbit to deflect the meteor hammer, but just as I did, the weapon coiled around the blade.

I’d overlooked something.

“Aha. The Meteor Rogue. Good. Nice to see you.”

At that moment, something flashed before my eyes and a throwing weapon—probably from Lady Iron Fan—came flying toward me.

While being pulled by the meteor hammer, I flipped backward in the air to dodge the flying blade and clashed my force against Iryong Nogun, who had finally appeared, white hair flying.
He must be cautious by nature—despite unleashing waves of internal force and energy, he still didn’t get close.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Senile old bastard.”

In that instant, the taut metal cord of the meteor hammer snapped.
Hongshin had appeared and sliced through it with a dagger.

After another exchange of internal force with Iryong Nogun, I laughed again with a snicker.

Then Baek-in, Cheongjin, Baek-yu, and Hongshin arrived one by one—each having slaughtered dozens on their way—and took position at my rear, scanning the surroundings.

In war, sometimes everything is decided in a single clash.
And sometimes, like now, it becomes a fight of repeated clashes and lulls.

During the lull, I adjusted my mask and looked around.

We were outnumbered from the start, but the ones lying on the ground were all enemy corpses.

Then Cha Seong-tae, the subleader who’d been tagging along without killing a single soul, pointed at someone and shouted:

“You! Over there!”

Everyone turned their attention to him.
Cha Seong-tae said with absolute certainty:

“You’re Yu Sacheong, the Silver Ghost, aren’t you?”

The man he pointed at had ordinary clothes and an unremarkable face.
He looked at Cha Seong-tae silently, without reaction.

While flicking the blood off the Fang of the Black Rabbit, I asked:

“Why him?”

Cha Seong-tae responded with the tone of a man who’d seen through the truth:

“Because he’s the only one doing absolutely nothing. In this whole mess.”

“A true detective, huh.”

I couldn’t think of the proper proverb, so I said vaguely:

“Even dog shit has its uses. Good job.”

“Yes.”

Even with me glaring at him, the man presumed to be Yu Sacheong showed no change in expression.

If he were just a grunt, he’d be terrified by now.

Suddenly, as if revealing his identity didn’t matter anymore, Yu Sacheong smiled.

When expressionless, he looked completely average—but the moment he smiled, he seemed like an entirely different person.

Yu Sacheong spoke to me:

“So you’re not the Black Cat Pavilion Lord. Will it be you who finds out who I really am first, or me who finds out who you really are? You won’t be able to track me down with just the name Yu Sacheong.
The board’s been set, so both sides should keep fighting. We need to settle this properly, don’t we?”

He spoke as if his true identity was something even greater.
Shockingly, he went as far as threatening even our own supposed allies—Iryong Nogun and Master Su.

“Iryong Nogun, Master Su. You both took my money and now you’re fighting like this?
It wasn’t long ago I heard you bragging about taking control of Namhwa, paying off your debts, and expanding your influence.”

I nearly removed my mask—but stopped myself.

‘This bastard…’

I carefully observed Yu Sacheong’s presence.
At first, he looked young—but upon closer inspection, he seemed to be over forty.
His posture and eyes revealed signs of real skill.

And in the midst of all this, a thought struck me out of nowhere:

If you really think about it, the biggest bastards in this world… are the ones who lend money.

This guy—I didn’t want to just kill him right away.

No, he was the type who absolutely had to be tortured until he spilled every last secret he knew.

There was no specific reason for it.

I’m the type who causes chaos without any particular cause or justification.

Now that the true commander of the enemy side had revealed himself, Yu Sacheong gave the order:

“Well then. Until this is settled, let’s all keep fighting our hardest.
You filthy vermin of the dark path.”