Beastly and Fearlessly - Chapter 108



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Was the nickname that Bang Yak-ran was going to say Beast King? Episode 108

Bukmyeongjang.

A place led by the absolute master Zhang Liang, known as the Iron Tower King.

He belongs to the Twelve Apostles, one of the twelve forces representing Safa.

Jang Ryang looked into the eyes of the man sitting across from him and answered.

“Our Bukmyeongjang will be leaving this matter.”

“If Your Majesty wishes, then so be it. But may I ask you one thing?”

The person Zhang Liang is facing now is Zhong Liqian, the White Lord of Eunrim.

“Why did you change your mind? You also declared that you would fight anyone. Wasn’t that a good opportunity?”

The reason Zhang Liang went down to Yunnan was because of Eunrim’s request to kill a guy named Damyeong.

“I also have a question. Why on earth is Eunrim so interested in that guy?”

Jong-ri-cheon hesitated and could not answer easily.

“hmm…….”

After a while, he lowered his voice and continued speaking.

“That guy named Dam-myeong. He could be the one who will stand in the way of his great undertaking. Of course, it’s still only a small possibility.”

This was the first time he was mentioned by Jong-ri-cheon.

Something that everyone knows about but no one dares to say.

“You have so many useless worries.”

“When something big is coming up, everything becomes more cautious.”

“It might actually cause more trouble.”

“Haha, anyway, I understand that Bukmyeongjang will be leaving this matter. It’s a shame, since it was a good opportunity to build up your skills.”

The image of a guy named Dam-myeong appeared in Jang-ryang’s mind.

If Jong-ri-cheon’s words are true, then he will become an even greater being than he is now.

‘Huh, that’ll be fun… … .’

I asked Jonglicheon again.

“Then, will Salmak be in charge of this case as well?”

“Haven’t we already failed? We’ve lost an entire branch. So this time, it’s going to be taken over by another place. Of course, Salmakju, who was preparing for revenge, will be disappointed.”

“Where is that place?”

Jonglicheon smiled brightly and answered.

“Hwanmilu (Illusionary Tower)!”

Zhang Liang frowned at the unexpected answer.

The dirtiest and most filthy of the forces belonging to the Twelve Apostles.

If you belong to the Sapha, you must follow the logic of power.

However, Hwanmilu is a place that is different from the other twelve apostles.

From murder and kidnapping to human trafficking and even mind-altering drugs.

In particular, Roojuin Ma Jeongso is a person who does not care about the means and methods to achieve her goals.

They threaten to take a baby as bait and force loneliness into its mouth, using it like a puppet.

‘Well, things are going to get messy… … .’

* * *

The Beast Gate of Konming.

“I think we should start by revealing your name.”

He is the one who suddenly barges in and looks for me.

Those eyes are too fierce to say he just came to fight.

Besides, the author must be a Nanman like us.

A great master who would have easily been at his uncle’s right hand if he had been at the Beast Palace.

“My name is Meng Tenghu.”

Oh, the author was Maeng Deung-ho.

Maeng Deung-ho is one of the best in the world of ronin.

He was born as a barbarian in the South and for some reason came to the Central Plains.

What could a barbarian who had been swinging an axe all his life do in the Central Plains?

In the end, he became a ronin.

A ronin who will fight on behalf of others if you give him money.

A master whose name is unknown compared to his skills.

I looked again at the man named Maeng Deung-ho.

He looks about the same age as his father.

The same goes for the prayers that are said.

I told him.

“If you want a fight, I won’t avoid it. But I must tell you that I don’t go around bragging about being the Beast King.”

Actually, it is true that I am the Beast King.

I’m just putting it off because it’s not the time to get there yet.

Still, I didn’t want to appear to that man, who had once been a warrior of the South, as someone who was chasing after empty fame.

I’m also curious about the story behind those dark eyes.

“I heard that you killed the Red Emperor by pulling out his heart and exterminating Chilseongbang, who had been causing chaos for a long time.”

What does this guy want to tell me now?

“I heard the same thing all the way here. Words praising Damyeong here and there. In fact, we’re from the same Beast Palace… … No, we’re from the same Namman clan, so I was filled with joy.”

A while ago, Deoksam said the same thing.

It makes my heart swell with excitement to see the warriors of the Beast Palace being talked about among the people of the Central Plains.

If the warriors of Namcheon Damdong knew this, they would probably dance around like crazy.

“If it’s Dam-myeong… … is it because he’s from Namcheon Dam-dong?”

“Yes. Your Majesty, Dam Mu-Heun, is my father.”

Maeng Deung-ho closed his eyes tightly at my answer.

As if reminiscing about the past.

“Haa… … I see… … .”

He stood there for a long time with his eyes closed.

“Aren’t you also a warrior of the Beast Palace?”

“… … .”

He was silent to my question.

Instead, I looked at the southern sky for a long time.

Only Namman, and the direction where the Beast Palace is.

After a while, he muttered to himself in a small voice.

“I just feel sorry for him… … .”

After a while, he opened his mouth to me in a quiet voice.

“When everything is over… … I will atone for today’s actions with my death!”

And he gripped the axe in his hand tightly with both hands.

“Come out!”

Life energy radiated from his body.

A kind of murderous spirit that doesn’t fit with the competition where people compare their skills.

So it is clear that the interest has come to kill me now.

I was full of questions.

The stories hidden in those dark eyes.

Why does that man, who was once a warrior of the Beast Palace, try to kill me?

And why do your eyes hesitate, even though they exude such a thick murderous intent?

We’ll have to cross swords to find out.

Sometimes, the sword speaks louder than words.

Sling.

I extracted the rock salt.

Nok Seung-seo and Bang Yak-ran, who had been watching, stepped back for a while.

Now, in the wide training ground, there is only Maeng Deung-ho and I.

thud!

He rushed in first, stepping on the ledge.

A huge axe was pointed at my crown.

Paaang!

The sound of a wave cutting through the air.

The wind pressure brushed my cheek.

Kwaaang!

The giant axe of Meng Deung-ho and my rock salt clashed violently.

Choaack!

The sand in the smoke tower rose into the sky, creating small whirlpools.

My eyes met his in the thick dust.

A look of pain in his eyes, as if he was fighting a fight he hated more than death.

Why is this rough, savage man swinging an axe at me?

* * *

Hwanmilu (幻密樓) ten days ago.

Two people faced each other.

One of them is Lu Zhu Ma Zheng Xiao of Huan Milu, one of the Twelve Apostles.

And the other one is Meng Deng-ho, a man from Nanman who is walking the path of a ronin.

“This is really the last time. I promise.”

Ma Jeong-so opened his mouth with a bitter laugh.

Kkudduk.

The corner of the table that Maeng Deung-ho was holding turned to dust and scattered on the floor.

Shaeeek!

The huge axe he swung stopped at Ma Jeong-so’s neck.

A drop of blood flowing down a sharp blade.

If it had gone in just one more inch, the carotid artery would have been severed.

But Ma Jeongso’s face was still smiling.

“You bastard! How long do you think I’m going to be dragged around by you? I’d rather bite my tongue and kill myself than be a dog to a bastard like you!”

Maeng Deung-ho’s hands were trembling.

But the huge axe in his hand did not advance further than that last inch.

“Oh, don’t you think calling it a dog is a bit harsh? We just held hands for a little while to get what we wanted. Hehe.”

“what?”

“Think about it carefully. I only asked you to do one last small thing. It’s a simple task. Go to Kunming, cut off the head of a savage, and come back.”

Although it was a situation where her throat might be cut, Ma Jeong-so’s voice was extremely comfortable.

“And in return for that small effort, won’t you be able to see your daughter again, whom you love more than your own life?”

Maeng Deung-ho is a ronin.

Considering his skills, he would have been a great ronin long ago, worthy of being called the King of Ronin, but he kept quiet and did not reveal all of his talents.

Because I was ashamed of myself for swinging a knife just for money.

Once an honorable warrior of the Beast Palace, he abandoned everything and came to this central plains.

I have never once regretted the decision I made that day.

But his pride as a warrior still remained deep in his heart.

“Sure… …Surely you said it was the last time too!”

“Haa, I’m sorry if you understood it that way. But what can I do? There just so happens to be one more thing that only you can do. Haha.”

Ma Jeong-so slowly lowered the axe that was touching his neck, holding it with both fingers.

“The child is doing very well. He is very pretty, just like his mother.”

thud!

The giant axe fell to the floor from Maeng Deung-ho’s limp hands.

At the same time, his large body also collapsed.

Ma Jeong-so approached him and whispered quietly.

“This time, I won’t change my words even if the sky falls. This really means it’s the last time.”

Maeng Deung-ho’s whole body was trembling without answering.

He’s probably holding back his surging anger.

“All you have to do is kill one little boy and you’ll be back with your beloved daughter. How about that? Isn’t it simple?”

A bitter smile appeared on Ma Jeong-so’s lips.

* * *

Kwaaang! Boom!

A battle axe and a greatsword.

Two huge heavy weapons that an ordinary person could not even lift clashed madly.

The huge smokehouse that was once the home of Chilseongbang was filled with the sound of clashing between the two.

“No, Dam-myeong, why isn’t that guy using the power of the Red Dragon? A fight that should have ended a long time ago… … .”

Umochi, who was watching, muttered as if he was frustrated.

“Don’t you understand? Right now, that guy Dam-myeong is treating his opponent as an honorable warrior of the Beast Palace. You, Umochi, who is from Dokgok, might not understand.”

Umochi opened his mouth again at Nok Seungseo’s words.

“No, I know that the author was a warrior of the Beast Palace in the past. Doesn’t anyone know that? If I didn’t know that he had such a huge body and such a large axe, I would be an idiot.”

And then he continued.

“But aren’t you the one who came to kill Dam-myeong anyway? Just look at that murderous spirit in that axe he swings around so recklessly. How can that be called a martial art? Do the warriors of the Beast Palace usually do martial arts like that?”

Nok Seung-seo turned his gaze to the two people again.

Even if he is a warrior of the Beast Palace who practices martial arts as if it were real combat, he is not as good as me.

Isn’t every attack filled with murderous intent?

Boom!

The two men stepped back with a loud crash.

The battle has already begun.

The two men’s uniforms were already tattered.

The outcome is not yet decided.

But looking at the battle so far, Maeng Deung-ho has suffered greater losses.

Because a thin stream of blood was flowing from the right hand that was holding the axe.

“Did you learn from Master Mujinbaek?”

A familiar name suddenly came out of Maeng Deung-ho’s mouth.

“That’s true.”

“You must be getting quite old now… … .”

And then he muttered to himself.

“… … In his later years, he raised a great warrior.”

A face that reminds me of someone I miss.

“Do you know that person, Mujinbaek?”

“ha…….”

He did not answer Dammy’s questions.

Instead, he opened his mouth and took hold of the axe again.

“I’ll say it again… … . When this is over, I’ll atone for this with my death. I don’t know if my life will do the trick.”

Boom! Boom!

Maeng Deung-ho swung his axe madly.

As if pouring out the intense emotions boiling up from the depths of one’s heart.

Ssak!

In the midst of a fierce battle, Dam-myeong’s uniform was torn off.

At the same time, a female dragon appeared on the left shoulder.

A black dragon’s imprint that seems to have absorbed all the light in the world.

At that moment, Maeng Deung-ho stopped.

His gaze was directed towards Dam-myeong’s shoulder.

Although not now, he too was once a warrior of the Beast Palace.

Why don’t you know what that dragon’s mark means!

thud.

Maeng Deung-ho threw away the axe he was holding.

dump.

And then he just sat down.

“iced coffee…….”