Chapter 686: PAID

“Urghhhh!”

Oil Sword rolled on the ground.

“Haaaahhh!!”

Clutching his groin, he twisted and turned in agony, a pathetic sight to behold. Yet, no one dared to comment.

At least, none of the men.

“I heard it…”

“It definitely broke. That sound… there’s no mistaking it.”

The clarity of the sound left everyone speechless, their expressions filled with pity as they looked at Oil Sword.

“Urgh… Urghhh…”

He barely managed to stop flailing and tried to regain his posture, but his face was darkened with humiliation, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

“You… you!!”

Seeing this, Gu Yangcheon remarked casually.

“Oh, my mistake. I was aiming for your thigh. My apologies, senior.”

He delivered the apology with a face that clearly didn’t mean it.

Hearing this, Oil Sword’s eyes turned bloodshot with fury.

“You devilish brat—!!”

“Well, maybe don’t swing your cock around recklessly and end up in such a shitty situation, huh?”

Even as Oil Sword screamed in rage, Gu Yangcheon simply shook his head, showing no particular reaction.

Unable to endure it any longer, Oil Sword drew his sword.

Srring—!!

The blade, thin and sharp, gleamed as it reflected the light. A faint but distinct aura began to swirl around it.

Qi energy.

A pale blue Qi swirled violently at the tip of Oil Sword’s blade.

Though the sight of him clutching his groin while releasing sword energy was somewhat comical, those who saw it couldn’t help but marvel.

“…What an elegant display of sword energy…”

“That must be the ‘Yuseon-ui Seomgong’ of the Yo-ryeong Baek Clan… As beautiful as the rumors say.”

Yuseon-ui Seomgong.

A direct martial technique of the Yo-ryeong Baek Clan. Known for its flowing energy that resembled stars drifting in the sky, it was often listed among the most beautiful martial arts.

Swish—!

The tip of the sword swayed, releasing energy that gradually spread outward.

Despite the immense pain he must have been in, Oil Sword’s grip on his blade was steady. Whatever else he might be, he was undeniably Hwagyeong.

“How dare you… use sorcery!?”

“Sorcery?”

Gu Yangcheon tilted his head quizzically at Oil Sword’s words.

Sorcery?

The mere mention of the word caused a stir among the crowd.

“Sorcery, did he say?”

“Did Oil Sword just accuse him of using sorcery?”

“Does that mean what happened earlier was because of sorcery?”

For words spoken in a fit of anger, the ripple effect was significant, amplified by Oil Sword’s reputation.

“Well, now that you mention it… It is strange how that young man managed to do that to Oil Sword…”

“But there didn’t seem to be anything unusual just now… Actually, wasn’t it too fast to even see?”

To ordinary people, or at most second-rate martial artists, the speed had been too great to perceive.