I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 417

The moment Yoo So-wol brought down Bang Cheon-ja, thick smoke spread throughout the entire arena.

Naturally, this was not done by Yoo So-wol, nor by the organizers. It was committed by a third party.

There was only one entity that could be a third party here. Yoo So-wol snorted.

’Are they trying to face this mistress with mere tricks like this?’

The smoke covering the entire arena was no ordinary smoke.

Although it lacked direct lethal power like poison fog, it completely blocked vision and scattered one’s senses.

Especially given that it stung the eyes slightly, an ordinary martial artist would have found it difficult to even keep their eyes open properly.

But who was Yoo So-wol? Having entered the Profound Realm, such things weren’t even a joke to her.

’It would be good to play along.’

Such petty tricks could all be broken with a single wave of her hand.

If she whipped up a strong gust, this smoke screen would vanish in an instant. However, Yoo So-wol did not do so.

Seeing that they went so far as to commit such a petty act, it meant her opponents had come resolved.

Hwi-ik!

Sure enough. Through the thick smoke screen, the sharp sound of wind reached her ears.

Cutting through the smoke screen and charging toward Yoo So-wol’s face was a hidden weapon. A sharply honed hidden weapon.

Kwak!

Yoo So-wol lightly caught the hidden weapon and checked it. Judging by the dense internal energy, it was definitely launched by a master.

Given that it was fired accurately even in a smoke screen where one couldn’t see an inch ahead, they were likely skilled individuals.

Hwik!

Another hidden weapon came flying. Yoo So-wol easily dodged it.

The second one was evaded smoothly, but from the third onward, it was a different story.

’Here they come.’

Front, back, left, right. And even above.

Countless hidden weapons flew accurately toward Yoo So-wol. It seemed as though dozens of people had fired them at once, rather than just one person.

Leaving no room to dodge, it was virtually on par with the level of ’Rain of Flowers Across the Sky’.

Rain of Flowers Across the Sky was a martial art technique that could only be used by someone who had reached the late stage of the Transcendent Realm.

’There are many presences felt inside the smoke screen. They threw them together to imitate it rather than one person doing it.’

Was it still too early to reveal the Imperial Palace’s true strength? Yoo So-wol smirked.

They would soon regret that thought. She immediately set out to respond.

Countless hidden weapons were already surrounding the perimeter, but there was no issue.

Koong!

Just a single stamp of her foot. It was light enough that even the ground wasn’t gouged.

Yet, the internal energy spreading simultaneously with the foot stamp gradually expanded outward.

It was not a defensive barrier like Body-Protecting Gangqi either. It was akin to a form of wind.

Tu-du-duk! Tu-duk!

The hidden weapons shooting in like wind and Yoo So-wol’s energy collided with each other.

The hidden weapons surrounding all directions fell to the floor, and a serene silence hung in the air.

The assassins had also panicked quite a bit, as they no longer threw hidden weapons. Or perhaps they had used up all their hidden weapons.

"Is this the end? How dull."

Yoo So-wol’s provocation followed. It was a soft voice, but it must have reached the assassins’ ears.

The assassins did not step forward hastily. The moment they confirmed the opponent’s skill, they realized there was no hope.

So there were only two choices they could make: vanish quietly, or rely on the smoke screen and charge in.

Considering Yoo So-wol’s strength, retreating would have been the ’wise’ thing to do, but unfortunately, they did not.

The decisive reason for that was precisely the flowerpot held in Yoo So-wol’s hand.

Since she was holding the flowerpot even in a dangerous moment, it must have looked like an opportunity to the assassins.

Would their pride as martial artists be wounded, you ask? They had already ambushed her dishonorably. Would they have any pride left...?

Ttal-lang! Ttal-lang!

A small bell sound echoed through the smoke screen. It was not a Sonic Art.

However, the movements of the assassins stationed everywhere changed. Yoo So-wol realized what this signified.

’It is a signal to deploy a Formation.’

The sound of the bell acted as a signal, and the assassins’ movements quickened.

Soon after, one assassin charged at Yoo So-wol from within the smoke screen.

A swift and threatening surprise attack that didn’t even reveal a shadow. The target of the strike was Yoo So-wol’s heart.

Kwak!

"?!"

The assassin was flustered. Right before piercing her heart, Yoo So-wol snatched his wrist.

Meanwhile, Yoo So-wol verified the assassin’s appearance. True to an assassin, his entire body was tightly wrapped in black attire.

It was a situation where distinguishing his identity based on appearance alone was impossible. However, judging by his internal energy and martial arts, she could immediately tell where he hailed from.

"The Sichuan Tang Clan, I see. Have you decided to become the dogs of the Imperial Palace?"This story is hosted at novelping . com.

Unexpectedly, they were not assassins sent out by the Imperial Palace, but from the Sichuan Tang Clan.

Apparently, unwilling to dirty their own hands, the Imperial Palace had made a deal with the Sichuan Tang Clan.

Yoo So-wol questioned why the Sichuan Tang Clan and the Imperial Palace had struck a deal, but soon realized.

’Come to think of it, I once rendered one of the Tang Clan’s masters a cripple.’

Crippled—specifically, rendering his ’manhood’ crippled—there was a reason for it. The Sichuan Tang Clan was a sect famous for wielding poisons well.

Originally, while the perception of them being dangerous was strong, their reputation itself had been clean, but even that had lost its meaning due to the Orthodox-Demonic War.

To rebuild their fallen foundation from the aftermath of the Orthodox-Demonic War, they engaged in all sorts of dirty work, and a few of their masters even dabbled in crime.

The problem was that he had touched someone he shouldn’t have touched. Yoo So-wol sneered as that incident came to mind.

"That fellow managed to become an elder in the end, it seems. I shall have to personally expose his shame before long."

Chwa-ak!

While Yoo So-wol was speaking, another assassin ambushed her from behind. It wasn’t one, but two.

The captured assassin knew this, so he said nothing. Holding her down was enough.

But Heavenly Demon Yoo So-wol did not show mercy. Unlike with Bang Cheon-ja, she had no reason to grant mercy.

Because the other side had tried to kill her first. She smoothly moved the captured assassin.

The captured assassin was also bewildered by the movement, uttering ’uh, uh’, but it was already too late.

Kwa-ak! Kwak!

"Kwa-ak!"

"?!"

The assassins who ambushed her from behind were greatly shocked. Instead of stabbing Yoo So-wol’s back, they had stabbed their own comrade.

A vicious sight of using a human as a shield. At this, one of the assassins trembled in rage:

"You cowardly...!"

"Attacking in a group and talking about cowardice? What a laughable statement."

Ppeo-ung!

Yoo So-wol snorted lightly and kicked the assassin away.

From the momentum, the assassins who had ambushed her from behind were pushed back together. One assassin died, and two others were knocked out of the fight.

Still, there were many assassins remaining. True to their training, they attacked from blind spots.

Yoo So-wol smoothly dodged or countered their attacks, easily dispatching them one by one.

Furthermore, she consistently held the flowerpot in one hand. It was truly an overwhelming difference in skill.

Because of this, the assassins couldn’t help but be on edge. They had the numerical advantage, yet they were the ones suffering casualties.

Kwa-ak!

"Kwa-ak!"

Yoo So-wol threw a hidden weapon picked up from the floor at an assassin.

The hidden weapon plunged straight into the neck of the assassin, who couldn’t even put up a proper defense.

Kwa-ak! Kwak!

It didn’t end here. As if confident in concealed weapon arts, Yoo So-wol threw hidden weapons at the assassins in rapid succession.

Although nothing should have been visible due to the thick smoke screen, she accomplished it effortlessly.

From the level of martial arts, there existed a difference comparable to heaven and earth.

In the end, all the assassins fell, leaving only the leader who sent the signals remaining.

"You are the last."

"...."

The assassin realized there was no hope the moment Yoo So-wol’s voice reached his ears.

Rather than being captured like this and leaking information, committing suicide would be the wise judgment.

Just as the assassin leader tried to crush the poison capsule hidden in his tooth...

Kwak!

"Kuh-eup?!"

Realizing this, Yoo So-wol thrust her hand into the assassin’s mouth.

Following that, she pinched the tooth containing the poison with two fingers.

Kwa-deu-deuk!

Refusing to allow even suicide, Yoo So-wol pulled the real tooth straight out.

The assassin’s eyes flared open from the excruciating pain, but that was his last memory.

Peok!

Yoo So-wol mercifully struck the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious.

Looking at the unconscious assassin, she muttered softly under her breath:

"This fellow must be sent to the main cult."

If it was Wi Seol-ak, he would easily extract information. She looked around her surroundings.

The thick smoke screen had not cleared, but the arena was littered with the corpses of assassins.

Unconscious Bang Cheon-ja was still as he was; she carefully moved him.This story is hosted at novelping(.)com.

’Since he showed proper etiquette, this is only fitting.’

Moving Bang Cheon-ja below the arena, she moved back to the center.

Judging by the presences in the spectator seats, there were many people curious about what was happening inside.

Normally, people would flee, but being martial artists of Zhongyuan, they were apparently curious about the fight.

The stage was set. She lightly waved her arm.

Hwi-i-i-ing!!!

As she lightly swung her arm, a harsh tempest erupted. Along with it, the smoke screen covering the arena vanished in an instant.

The people remaining in the spectator seats scowled at the sudden gust of wind for a moment, but as soon as the smoke cleared, they were busy examining the arena.

"Th-That...!"

"A-Assassins? Are those really assassins?!"

The state of the arena was tragic. Corpses of assassins piled up everywhere, along with pools of wet bloodstains.

In the center stood the Heavenly Demon, Yoo So-wol, standing loftily. Scarcely a minute had passed.

In that short time, she had not only slaughtered that many assassins, but she herself hadn’t sustained a single scratch.

Above all, one more thing. The flowerpot resting on her hand.

To the point where one might suspect if that was her actual main body, it was spotless.

"Now is the time."

The Heavenly Demon, Yoo So-wol, smiled as she felt the eyes focused on her.

Amidst the situation where the gazes of countless people were fixed on her, Yoo So-wol spoke in a dignified voice:

"This mistress’s name is Yoo So-wol."

It was a quiet voice, but perhaps because it was imbued with internal energy, it echoed far and wide.

The audience was captivated by the scene and stared intently at Yoo So-wol.

Soon, Yoo So-wol declared proudly:

"The Heavenly Demon who shall become the new sky."

It was a declaration to the world.

When on earth would winter end? Rolling around on the floor, I pondered.

Training all day was tough, and it’s not like I could do ice fishing day in and day out either.

It would be fine if there were something to enjoy.

"Is that not because Master loses every single time?"

"Shut up."

"If you’re unhappy about it, you just need to win. Master."

"I told you to shut up."

Let me correct myself. Since I’m the weakest link here, even board games weren’t fun.

Just look at Ludwig engaging in a battle of wits with Lackey right now. He was melting away time very wisely.

My quick adaptability and instantaneous judgment are decent, but I lack foresight for the long game.

"That is not so, Master. Master’s foresight is also outstanding."

"It sounds strange coming from you. You’re trying to sarcastically mock me again, aren’t you?"

"Master is smart, but simply doesn’t use his brain. It only manifests during crisis situations."

[We decided to call that ’street smarts’.]

I wish everyone would just fuck off. Muttering complaints, I logged into the Gallery.

The only thing I have over them is logging into the Gallery. Might as well kill time with this.

[Breaking News! Heavenly Demon says she will rule the world.]

[Is this Heavenly Demon bitch actually crazy strong?]

[Insane how all the assassins died;;]

Recommended Posts popping up like mushrooms after rain on the Gallery out of nowhere.

I checked out a few of them. Since it was related to the Heavenly Demon, I couldn’t easily miss it.

’Oh? Pretty badass.’

And I marveled at the video someone recorded in real-time.

While the smoke screen was deployed, you couldn’t tell well, but that actually made it look cooler.

What was revealed shortly after the smoke screen deployed were the corpses of assassins.

Since it was a direction reminiscent of something from a movie, it left quite an impression.

[Wild Grylls: Heavenly Demon-nim. Is the person in the Recommended Post really you?]

[Heavenly Demon: How is it?]

As soon as I sent a message to the Heavenly Demon, a question filled with high expectation came back.

At this, I offered an honest answer.

[Wild Grylls: Honestly, I might have fallen for you a little bit?]

[Heavenly Demon: Hehe]

As if she was genuinely happy, it was a cute reaction uncharacteristic of the Heavenly Demon.