It was just a fleeting moment.
Everyone in the pit collapsed.
The three shadow ninjas at the front didn't even utter a sound. Their ninja armor shattered into several pieces, and they were pressed into the mud, with only one hand sticking out.
The hand twitched twice, but it was covered in mud.
The four men carrying the jars tried to run, but after taking two steps, a tiger's claw shadow fell on their backs.
All four people fell to the ground at once, splashing mud and blood into the air, some more than a meter high.
The Jonin raised his sword to block.
The knife broke.
The man was thrown back several dozen feet and crashed into the rocks of the breakwater. His demonic face split in two, with one half of his face pressed against the rock as it slowly slid down.
The remaining Shadow Ninjas, some with broken legs and others with shattered chests, collapsed one after another at the edge of the crater.
Blood mist rose from the pit, mixed with mud and sea fog, and shot into the air.
Within a radius of thirty feet, there wasn't a single Japanese soldier standing.
The guards were dumbfounded.
A young guard was still clutching a knife, the tip of which was trembling, his mouth agape, unable to close for a long time.
Park Roejang looked up from under the embankment, watching the mountain shadow slowly disappear in the air, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"We won... we won..."
The mountain shadows have faded.
The four white tigers also dispersed.
It dissipated quickly, like a gust of wind blowing past a candle flame, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
That three-foot-wide circle of light has also disappeared.
Kim Seon-a fell from mid-air.
She tried to take a breath, but couldn't.
My dantian is empty.
His true energy was completely wiped out in one move, leaving only the poison left by the foul blood in his meridians, which was spreading everywhere.
She fell into the mud.
Land on the ground with your knees first.
Muddy water splashed up and landed on her skirt.
The plain white skirt was stained with mud for the first time.
She tried to stand up, but her arms were too weak, and she couldn't manage it after two attempts.
His face was pale, his lips were white, and only the dark red streak at the corner of his mouth was still wet.
After the Lone Mountain Returns to Silence, it takes the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before the true energy can return even a fraction of its former glory.
Before she came back, she was no different from an ordinary person.
There is no protective aura.
There is no White Tiger.
Anyone can touch her.
Anyone can kill her.
Kim Seon-a raised her head and looked around.
Beside the large pit, a shadow ninja, half-buried in the mud, twitched his finger.
His chest was half crushed, his face was covered in mud, but his eyes were still open.
He pulled his hand out of the mud.
He was clutching a short knife in his hand.
The blade is green.
He gritted his teeth, braced himself on his elbows, and crawled toward them little by little.
He climbed two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) and then stopped to catch his breath.
Then he leaped out of the mud, brandishing his knife and lunging at her.
Kim Seon-a looked at the knife.
She wanted to hide.
I can't move my legs.
From the top of the watchtower, Gu Moran saw everything that was happening through the fog.
When the mountain crashed down, the wooden pillars of the watchtower swayed, and the tiles underfoot creaked.
He gripped the railing, cursing under his breath.
Goodness!
With a single move, it leveled thirty feet.
Lin Zhenshan really couldn't beat her.
Even I, the king, cannot defeat them.
Fortunately, I don't need to fight.
He watched as the woman fell from mid-air, landing on her knees in the mud, struggling to get up twice before failing.
The text on the panel changed.
[ Kim Seon-a is currently in a recovery period; her protective aura has dissipated. Estimated recovery time: one incense stick's time.]
[One surviving Wa ninja has been detected and is approaching.]
Gu Moran saw the person crawling out of the mud.
Half of his chest had collapsed, but he could still crawl.
These Wa people are incredibly resilient.
The knife is green.
They were poisoned.
Great, now's the time!
Now it's my turn to make my appearance.
Gu Moran raised his right hand and extended his index and middle fingers.
Without much thought, his inner energy rose from his dantian, past his shoulders, elbows, and wrists, all the way to his fingertips.
The internal strength is of the Third Rank, and the foundation is pure Yang.
Move your fingertips forward slightly.
A sharp sound rang out in the air, like a bamboo whistle being torn apart.
An unseen beam shot out from the watchtower, across the barren beach a hundred paces away, and through the still-lingering sea fog.
The Shadow Ninja who pounced had just jumped into the air.
There's a hole between my eyebrows.
Before he could even close his eyes, the strong wind carried him to the side, sending him flying more than ten feet away before he crashed into a crevice in the rocks, where he got stuck and couldn't move.
The knife in his hand also slipped from his grasp.
The knife was still falling.
The knife tip was pointing downwards, directly at Kim Seon-a's left shoulder.
Gu Moran had already come down from the watchtower.
His cloak spread out behind him like a black bird with outstretched wings, sliding down from a height of three zhang.
Before he even landed, he swung his left hand again.
Three feet away from Kim Seon-a, a cloak lay in the mud.
The snow-white fox fur cloak was something she had shaken off when she took off.
Gu Moran flipped his palm, and a gentle force emanated from it, lifting the cloak out of the mud.
The cloak unfurled in mid-air, meeting the descending poisoned blade.
The blade pierced the fox fur.
He rolled up his cloak, wrapped it around the knife, and tossed it away.
The knife and cloak flew out together, over the breakwater, and with a splash, fell into the sea.
Gu Moran landed on the ground.
The boots sank half an inch into the mud.
He glanced down and clicked his tongue.
Newly made boots.
Gu Moli sewed it by hand these past two days.
I'll get scolded again later.
The desolate beach fell silent.
The sea breeze blew in from the east, dispersing most of the fog and revealing corpses scattered all over the ground and a large pit thirty feet wide.
The smell of blood mixed with the smell of the sea wafted into my nose in waves.
The waves crashed against the breakwater, splash, splash.
Kim Seon-a was still kneeling in the mud.
He just knelt there, his hands pressed against the mud, panting heavily.
She took a while to catch her breath before she finally raised her head.
Gu Moran stood about two zhang away from her.
Not too far, not too near.
They didn't move forward.
The first thing Kim Seon-a noticed was his cloak.
It was dark black, with a dark gold line along the edge, which billowed behind him as the sea breeze blew.
I only saw his face on the second glance.
Young, with clean-cut features and a handsome face.
That single finger strike that killed someone, that deft sheathing of the blade—it was as effortless as if he were casually dusting off some dust.
He was looking at her too.
Gu Moran observed very carefully.
Since I, the King, have come to the rescue of the damsel in distress, it's not too much to take a second look, is it?
I have to say, this Goryeo girl is really stunning.
The moon-white palace dress was half-splattered with mud.
Slender branches laden with abundant fruit.
Her collar stood up, with a row of white jade buttons fastened up to her chin, revealing a section of her neck, as white as snow.
Her face was also pale.
Her lips are so beautiful that you just want to kiss them.
A few strands of her hair were loose, blown by the sea breeze, and clung to her cheeks.
A white jade hairpin was still stuck in her hair bun, slightly askew, but it hadn't fallen out.
Gu Moran uttered a thought to himself.
No wonder the foolish third prince in the original book harbored evil intentions.
With looks like that, anyone would want to take a second look.
Okay, okay, okay.
Just take a quick look.
A single bump could cause an injury; who could withstand that?
Besides, which of my Wang Family is easy to deal with?
And then there's Gu Moli.
Thinking of this, Gu Moran suppressed his lustful desires.
at the same time.
Kim Seon-a's fingers curled up in the mud.
Her hands were very white, revealing the bluish veins underneath; her fingertips were covered in mud, and sand was stuck under her fingernails.
She looked at Gu Moran.
This person is standing far away.
But it's just the right distance.