Chronicles of the Demon Faction - Chapter 874



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Side story 224. Dyeing (8)

After drinking moderately, Yoo Sang-cheon exhaled and went straight to his training at the sponsorship.

In this situation, he couldn’t neglect his martial arts training even for a moment. After finishing light exercises, he immediately transformed the Cheonma Baekgoalsu.

When he was writing the book, he was quick, and when he was writing the chapter, he was magnificent.

Even though he suppressed his magic and spread it, the outside air naturally followed him, creating an ominous atmosphere. Before he knew it, Yoo Sang-cheon’s body was drenched in sweat.

How much time has passed like that?

Yoo Sang-cheon, who had performed Cheonma Baek-gol-su’s first and last moves exactly one hundred times, opened his mouth, gasping for breath.

“You must not steal from other people’s training.”

Seo-pil, who had been hiding behind the shadows, revealed himself.

“I just got here. I only saw half of the last one. If I had been trying to peek, I wouldn’t have made a sound.”

Yoo Sang-cheon, who wiped his forehead with his sleeve, spoke somewhat stiffly.

“Do you have anything else to tell me?”

“I came here because I had something to say, but I forgot.”

“I can’t believe it.”

Yoo Sang-cheon still didn’t trust Seo-pil.

I trusted Lee Cheon-sang’s vision. There must have been a reason for accepting Seo-pil. However, I was different. From the beginning, I didn’t like the military people very much.

Seo-pil asked with a smile.

“Is that martial art you just performed the Baekgol Elder’s Cheonma Baekgolsu?”

“Yes.”

“As expected, this is an incredible feat. It would be difficult for Yu Ma-jang to bring out that level of external energy at his current level.”

Yoo Sang-cheon’s eyebrows twitched.

Seopil’s words were clear. It was thanks to the level of Muhak that you were able to show strength beyond what you have now, so he was telling you to work harder.

It wasn’t something to be particularly proud of. Rather, it should have made me feel good. Because it meant that I was learning the magic of ascension that not just anyone could learn.

But Seopil’s voice was on my mind.

“Do you hate me?”

Seo-pil nodded at the direct question.

“Yes, I don’t like it.”

“… … .”

“But I hope you don’t misunderstand. I don’t dislike Yu Ma-jang because he has personality flaws, nor do I dislike him because his personality doesn’t match mine.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate you, but I don’t trust you either. There’s no reason for that.”

Seopil’s smile deepened.

He highly regarded this aspect of Yoo Sang-cheon. His courage to give honest evaluations without hesitation even in front of someone stronger than himself.

You could say that he is a young man who cannot control his youthful spirit. You could also say that he is still immature and clumsy. You could say that he is a bad person who brings up unnecessary things and worsens relationships, and that he is a bad person who shortens the lifeline of a martial artist.

But to Seopil, it seemed like a source of pride.

A strong-willed attitude that never compromises even when it comes to one’s life. It is ten times harder to cultivate such a character than to achieve first-class martial arts.

Furthermore, I know that if I truly hated myself, I would not have attempted to have a conversation in the first place.

Yoo Sang-cheon doesn’t trust Seo-pil, but he doesn’t particularly hate him either.

So I want to believe. Yoo Sang-cheon’s stiffness was like a shield that could only be shown to those who were unsure of their relationship.

Seo-pil sighed.

“You don’t need to know, but I’ll tell you anyway. I like people like Yu Ma-jang.”

“You said you didn’t like it.”

“It’s because Yu Ma-jang has a good personality. If he hadn’t gotten entangled with my lord, we could have been good friends.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. I’m not really interested in you.”

“Well, that could be true. Then do you know why I hate Yu Ma-jang?”

Yoo Sang-cheon, who had been quietly looking at Seo-pil, blurted out.

“Because I am weak.”

Seopil smiled once more.

As expected, he is an honest man. He may be clumsy and young, but if he survives this era without dying, he can become truly great.

“Yes. Yu Ma-jang is weak. He is different from my master. If you had half the talent of my master, I wouldn’t have hated you.”

“… … .”

“Unfortunately, you don’t have that kind of talent. That’s why I don’t like you. If you’re not careful, you could become a great burden to your master.”

“… … .”

“But that’s just you in the ‘now.’ If you can go beyond my expectations and become a more reliable comrade than anyone else, I have no reason to hate you.”

Yoo Sang-cheon smiled bitterly.

“Please continue to hate me. I don’t know my future either.”

“Because I don’t know the future, I work hard while imagining my future self.”

“… … ?!”

Phew.

The cycle also leaked out of Seopil’s body.

A star-like firepower came back to life in his already clear eyes.

“I only hate you because you might be a nuisance to my lord, but I am also very interested in your future self. And I don’t want to hate you any more.”

“So what do you want to do?”

“I’m human too, so there are times when I feel suffocated and want to throw everything away. At those times, I practice quite intensely.”

“… … !”

Seo-pil held out his hand.

At that moment, the support became a little darker. That’s how Yoo Sang-cheon felt.

“Please give me the opportunity to witness the martial arts of Elder Baekgolshinma, a rare demon who is counted among the top three demon lords of the time.”

* * *

The gesture of his hand striking the air was very light and gentle.

But the result was not like that.

Oh my god!

With a tremendous resonance, the body of the two thousandths flew backwards.

If I hadn’t had well-trained lower body muscles, I would have collapsed. This was a physical problem, not a problem of internal energy.

But even though he didn’t fall, the damage Lee Cheon-sang suffered was considerable.

“What are you doing?”

The White Bone God slowly rotated the hand he held out.

“I haven’t even opened my white bone marrow yet.”

hook!

A palm that rotates half a turn.

Then, I had the illusion that the heavens and the earth had turned upside down.

It seemed as if all the air flowing through the residence of the White Bone God was reversed. The air that covered the sky was turned into the ground, and the air that was seeping into the ground was turned into the sky.

‘It’s amazing.’

It wasn’t that he used his own magic. It was just a trick to draw in external energy.

Still, my vision was blurry and my stomach was rumbling. I couldn’t even focus properly.

‘We must prevent the infiltration of outside air.’

Jeeeeing!

He pulled the Jinmagong up to the pole and released it outside the body.

Then, the dizziness disappeared in an instant. The external energy that had infiltrated and reversed by the will of the White Bone Demon disrupted Lee Cheon-sang’s senses, but he quickly found a way to deal with it and responded.

“amazing.”

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes sparkled.

The White Bone God Horse that had been visible in front suddenly appeared on the right.

‘no.’

The White Bone God did not move. Lee Cheon-sang moved on his own. He was struggling to regain his senses in the midst of his confused senses, and this was the result.

“This is the first time I’ve experienced such a trick. And yet I found the method of destruction right away. It’s not easy.”

hook!

The White Bone God Demon, who had come within close range of Lee Cheon-sang, tapped him on the shoulder.

bang!

His career exploded mercilessly.

Kkwaduk!

The body of Lee Cheon-sang, who had bounced off the ground, was stuck in the wall. The shoulder that Baekgol Shinma had touched was covered in blood.

“But I only destroyed it. If I had wanted to, you would have died before I could destroy it.”

This was a fact that Lee Cheon-sang also knew.

It was normal for this type of match to not take place in the first place. If Baekgol Shinma had truly intended to kill Lee Cheon-sang, he would not have gone beyond three rounds.

The gap is that big, so this match is meaningful.

hook!

The body of Lee Cheon-sang, who had been stuck to the wall, flew towards the White Bone God Demon like a whirlwind.

The eyes of the White Bone Demon sparkled.

‘As expected, this guy… … .’

It was amazing that he could immediately release the penetrating outside air, but it was also amazing that he could rush forward without any fear in the midst of that pain.

But what was more surprising was the fact that he jumped in head-on.

On both sides of the White Bone God, the external energy was writhing madly. The moment Lee Cheon-sang aimed at the side, his senses would be disturbed by the external energy that had penetrated once again. Lee Cheon-sang knew this and ran straight ahead.

‘I rushed in after making all my judgments in that brief moment. Pain clouds a person’s judgment, but I was completely unaffected by it.’

As expected, it’s a monster.

I thought that if a guy like this were to reach the same level as me in the future, the worst demon king in history might be born.

and.

‘If you four guys can catch the interest of that world of desire and become the only god who truly controls this new religion.’

Flash!

A flash of light appeared on the dark blade of the Seven Nights Sword.

The fully-filled Jinmagi instantly created a black sword energy. The sword energy then smoothly curved according to the movements of Yi Cheon-sang’s wrist and rushed in a circular motion.

It was the Geumgangma Sword (金剛魔刀) that was developed based on the Geumgangma Kwon’s method of activating the Geumgangma Sword.

Even though he didn’t add or subtract anything, his Diamond Sword became sharper and more magnificent than before. This was because, in addition to his improved level, the enlightenment he gained while using the nameless martial arts naturally melted into him.

There was a white magical energy in the hands of the White Bone Demon.

‘If only that could happen, if only you could give me that confidence.’

bang!

The white hand that was carelessly swung destroyed the black pottery.

At that moment, Lee Cheon-sang’s posture suddenly lowered.

He predicted that the Diamond Horse Sword would return to its original state, so he used a low-angled attack technique. He aimed for a square that did not reach the White Bone Horse’s tensile strength.

‘Then, I will watch your back until I die.’

hook!

The White Bone God did not avoid it.

Paaak!

Lee Cheon-sang quickly retreated, using the momentum of his swing to the ankle.

Lee Cheon-sang’s face became even more cautious.

Some might ask why he kicked away such a golden opportunity, but Lee Cheon-sang felt the air become heavy for a moment.

The air was creating a pressure that the two-dimensional body could not withstand. If he had not pulled his foot away, his knee would have been shattered before the White Bone Demon’s ankle even hit him.

‘Beyond imagination.’

Sweat beads formed on the nape of Lee Cheon-sang’s neck.

I know that Baekgol Shinma is strong. What I was curious about was what kind of tricks he would show.

I thought I could use magic to use martial arts faster, stronger, and more flexible.

His prediction was spectacularly wrong. The White Bone Demon didn’t show any serious movements, let alone any plausible martial arts techniques.

What the White Bone Demon showed was absolute control over energy.

He can freely move his own magic energy as well as the surrounding external energy to tighten around his opponent. Without any movement, he can destroy his opponent’s body with only his extremely developed upper body ability.

The ultimate qigong ability.

It was a realm that was difficult for Lee Cheon-sang to even look at in his present state, but at the same time, he realized that such a realm existed, and at this moment, Lee Cheon-sang gained another realization.

“Isn’t this enough to loosen up?”

The White Bone God smiled and held out his hand.

“Enough joking, let’s do this properly.”

Jeeeeeeeeing!!

The Seven Nights burst into a loud resonance.

The nameless martial arts are about to be demonstrated.