"Hmmm,... arrogant young people. If it's true that I'm going to visit Sin-tong, what will you do?"
The thirteen Bu-tong-pai disciples could already "smell" the situation which made them all alert. They saw that this seemingly kind and gentle old man was beginning to show his true colors.
"Locianpwe, if this is the case, we only ask that you do not disturb Sintong."
"What is the boy to you?"
"It's nothing, Locianpwe. But hearing how that child prodigy has helped so many people indiscriminately and selflessly, it is the duty of all gallant men in the kang-ouw world to guard his safety."
There was a great change in the old man. Now even his smile was gone and his mouth was grinning mockingly, his eyes flashed and his voice turned stiff, harsh, and condescending.
"Insolent children! Did Old Bastard Kui Bho Sanjin send you?"
"Our teacher knows nothing about this. We just happened to be in this area and heard about Sintong being in danger, so we saw Locianpwe and wanted to ask. Of course, if Locianpwe does not want Sin-tong, we are not impolite at all and we apologize profusely."
"I am indeed heading to the Forest of a Thousand Flowers. Why did you think that I would harm Sin-tong?"
The thirteen Bu-tong-pai warriors grew tense. This old man had begun to be frank, so it wouldn't hurt if they were vigilant and frank as well.
"Who hasn't heard that Pat-jiu Kai-ong is perfecting a demonic science called Hiat-ciang-hoat-sut (Blood Hand Black Magic)?" Kwat Lin suddenly exclaimed as he pointed his left index finger at the old man's face.
His suhengs were shocked, but the words had already been spoken and they did have this accusation in their hearts. Hiat-ciang hoat-sut is a kind of black magic that can only be learned by heretics because this science requires a very vile condition, namely gathering black power by sucking and drinking blood, brains, and marrow of children who are still clean blood!
Of course for a person who is perfecting this demon science, Sin-tong has a tremendous attraction, because the blood, brain, and marrow of a boy like the miraculous Sin-tong, is more valuable than the blood, brain, and marrow of dozens of other ordinary boys!".
Suddenly the old man burst into laughter. "Hahhah-hah-hah, it's true! And the only boy who will perfect my knowledge is Sin-tong! And not only do I like to drink and suck the blood, brains, and marrow of clean boys, I'm also not averse to having fun with beautiful virgins like you, Miss!"
"Singggg! Singggg...!" Beams of light shimmered as the thirteen swords moved in unison and the thirteen warriors surrounded the laughing old man.
"Heh-heh, you want to try messing with Pat-jiu Kai-ong? It's a shame you're still young enough to die, except for sweet Miss. Even if Old Bangka Kui Bhok Sanjin were here, he would die if he dared to oppose Pat-jiu Kai-ong!"
"Attack and exterminate this demon!" The twa-suhengs shouted and they charged forward with a variety of fast and furious movements.
Suddenly the old man let out a mighty screech, a screech that was followed by a sinister laugh. This laughter echoed throughout the forest so that there were answering laughter sounds from all directions as if all the demons and devils guarding the forest had come at the grandfather's call. Amazingly, the screeching and laughing made the thirteen warriors instantly turn into statues, their movements stopped and for a few seconds, they just stared at the grandfather and their hearts seemed to stop beating.
Their mighty Twa-suheng immediately called out, "Watch out. Saicu-hokang is based on khikang!"
This cry awakened his sutes and his sumoi. They quickly mobilized their syntax so that the Saicu-hokang's influence dissipated. Their swords resumed their movements. "Sing-sing.... siuuuut.... trang-trang-trang..Heh-heh-heh!"
The scrolls of sword beams that lashed out at old man's body from various directions were deflected by the scrolls of black stick beams that Pat-jiu kai-ong had swiftly spun. The Bu-tong-pai warriors were surprised to feel how their palms became hot and painful every time their swords were deflected by the staff. This indicates that the old man is really very skillful and has very strong magic power.
Also, the stick, which looked old and black, was made of selected metal so that it could withstand the sharpness of the swords in their hands, even though all the swords in Cap-sha Sin-hiap's hands were powerful heirloom swords.
"Ha..ha..ha, is this the famous -Ngo-heng-Kiam (Five Element Swordsmanship) of Bu-tong-pai? Ha, ha, not much!"
As he moved his staff to deflect every sword beam that came his way, the old man laughed and mocked.
"Form Sin-kiam-tin!" Twa-suheng shouted, seeing how the old man was so formidable that all their sword attacks were easily parried.
Suddenly the thirteen warriors changed their movements, now they no longer attacked from a certain position, but instead, they moved around and surrounded the grandfather, while moving around they arranged a chain of attacks that followed each other and came from no particular direction.
The old man was secretly surprised. He was confused for a moment. If they had attacked him from a certain position, even though their movements were based on the Ngo-heng-Kiam, he would have been able to recognize the basis of the Ngo-heng-Kiam and could move the staff automatically to parry all the swords that came flying at him. Now, however, it was hard to tell where the attacks would come from, and the movement around him was truly dizzying.
Pat-jiu Kai-ong was furious. He had wanted to learn Bu-tong-pai's swordsmanship and watch his attackers before killing them. But after they used Sin-kiam-tin he knew that if he didn't get ahead of them quickly, he would be in danger. Little did he know that Old Bangka Kui Bhok San-jin, the head of Bu-tong-pai could create such a skillful line of swords.
There was a sudden change in this old man. His left hand turned bright red, blood red!
"Watch out for the Hiat-ciang Hoat-sut!" Twa-suheng exclaimed loudly when he saw the change in color of the old man's left hand.
Pat-jiu Kai-ong suddenly let out a fierce screech, more fierce than before and his body suddenly flipped, his staff lashing out as his red left hand pushed forward.
"Prak-prak...dessss!" Three attackers screamed and fell, two with their heads smashed by sticks, while another was hit by Hiat-ciang Hoat-sut's long-range blow, collapsing and dying instantly with his chest showing five red finger marks as if burned, even his clothes were torn and scorched. That was the Hiat-ciang Hoat-sut, a terrifying death blow. Even though the knowledge was still incomplete, you can imagine how great it would be if this old man managed to suck the blood, brain, and marrow of a child prodigy like Sin-tong!.
The ten Bu-tong-pai warriors were shocked and furious. They continued to attack with vigor and vengeance. But Pat-jiu Kai-ong let out a mighty shriek as he charged, and three more opponents fell to their deaths.
He repeated this attack, not giving his attackers a chance to break free. Four times he let out such a fierce screech and as a result, twelve of the Bu-tong-pai's Cap-sha Sin-hiap were all killed, killed while still confined and The Kwat Lin was the only one left alive! This was intentional by Pat-jiu Kai-ong and now with a mocking smile, he faced Kwat Lin.
One can imagine how the witch felt seeing all twelve of her brothers dead! Twelve of her brothers and sisters who had fought for life with her were now corpses lying around her as if the corpses of twelve men surrounded her and Pat-jiu Kai-ong who stood smiling in front of her.
"Foul devil, I'll put my life against yours," she raged, thrusting her sword into his opponent's chest. But with an arbitrary movement, the grandfather struck her staff from the side to hit the sword that stabbed him.
"Krekkk!" The sword broke and the hilt slipped from Kwat Lin's grip! The virgin widened her eyes and saw the look in the old man's eyes, saw the smile that to her was so terrible, suddenly she turned her body and flew towards a large tree, intending to smash her head against the trunk!
Kwat Lin saw the threat of danger as more terrible than death itself, so after being convinced that she would not be able to defeat his opponent, he took the desperate decision to kill herself by hitting her head on the tree trunk.
"Thumpkkkkk!" It wasn't the tree trunk that her head hit, but rather his soft belly and body in the arms of Pat-jiu Kai-ong who had somehow been there to confront her in front of the tree!
"Let go of me!" Kwat Lin shouted and her body was suddenly thrown by the old man, deep back into the circle of his brother's corpse. With staggering steps, the old man smilingly entered the circle and stepped over the corpses of his former attackers, approaching Kwat Lin who had risen to her feet with a pale face and wide eyes.
She had been cornered like a frightened young rabbit facing a tiger ready to pounce on her. Kwat Lin was so horrified that she quickly moved her right hand, and with two fingers, she stabbed at the top of her head while exerting her spiritual power. Even a rock would be hollowed out by the stabbing of her fingers like that, let alone the top of her head.
Plakkk!
"Aihhh!" Kwat Lin screamed as her hand was parried and half paralyzed.
It turned out that the old man had been standing in front of her and had prevented her from killing herself!
"Bretttt...bretttt!" The old man's cane moved several times and as if by magic all the clothes wrapped around Kwat Lin's body were ripped and torn apart, leaving her completely naked!
Kwat Lin screamed but suddenly, like a cat pouncing on a mouse, while letting out a sinister laugh, the old man had pounced and embraced her so that they both rolled on the grass stained with the blood of the victims of the old man's ferocity!
Kwat Lin fought back with all her might, but it was in vain. There was no way for her to kill herself, no way for her to fight back, and all of her screams and pleas, all of her thrashing about were to no avail. In fact, all this effort pleased the old man.
It was as if a happy cat could play with a cornered and helpless mouse, toying with it and watching it torment and struggle before becoming its prey!
For three days and nights, Kwat Lin suffered great torment. Raped, humiliated, mocked. On the third day, early in the morning in a state more dead than alive, in a semi-conscious state, lying on her back unable to move, only her eyes glared at the grandfather. Kwat Lin saw that the old man was wearing clothes, grabbed his stick, and laughed at her who was still lying naked on the bloody grass.
"Ha-ha-ha, now I'm leaving, sweetie. I've had enough, and if you want to kill yourself, go ahead. Ha-haha!"
Even though Kwat Lin was in a state of great suffering, exhausted, near death from fatigue, disgust, disgust, shame, anger, and resentment mixed together in her mind, the overwhelming hatred still gave her the strength to exclaim, "Damn it, now I must live! I must live to see you die at my hands!"
"Ha..ha..ha..ha! If you ever miss me, sweetie, just come to Hong-san, see you!" The grandfather then walked away leaving Kwat-Lin still lying on the ground and now this ill-fated woman was crying bitterly amongst the rotting and smelly corpses of her twelve suhengs!
You can imagine how tortured this young woman's body felt. She was forced, raped, and humiliated amongst the corpses of her twelve lords, and even as the corpses began to decompose and emit an almost unbearable odor, her grandfather was still enjoying playing with her. Truly a man crueler than the devil himself.