Chronicles of the Demon Faction - Chapter 895



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Side story 245. Civil war, civil war (5)

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes sparkled.

Swish.

The distance between the two masters who showed up was quite far. If they were close friends or in the same group, they wouldn’t have distanced themselves like that.

‘I see.’

All twenty-one masters who died by my hand were probably sent by the military. The target would naturally be the kidnapping or murder of Yeo So-hong, Baek So-dam’s disciple.

However, not only Mo Kyung, but also the twenty top-ranking experts would not be ‘affiliated’ with the military department.

If it is natural, it is natural. Heo Seong-gwan cannot actively deploy military personnel in this situation. If he is not careful, the military will be branded as having attacked Hwanheewon.

If they had intended to officially destroy it from the beginning, they would have fabricated Baek So-dam’s illegal actions and brought them up as an agenda item. The fact that they were waging a secret war like this meant that it was not an incident that should be revealed to the public.

If you think about it that way, you can understand why Mo Kyung doesn’t regret the deaths of the best players.

Of course, he was a horseman wandering the wilderness without any affiliation, so that was natural.

‘They will be the same.’

I don’t know if they are another horseman or if they are strong men hidden by Heo Seong-gwan. What’s important is that they are also rumored to be involved in this kind of thing, and they are people who should not be involved.

That was the reason why it appeared so late.

“What a great guy.”

The voice of the hunchbacked old man crouching on the right sounded like the cawing of a crow.

“In real combat, no, it’s even harder to defeat a master who is one level higher than you. You’re really amazing. Are you saying that there was a kid like you in our school?”

Although his voice was quite irritating, you could tell from his tone of voice, which was full of years of experience, that he was a veteran of the previous generation who had long since retired from active duty.

The hunchbacked old man asked the tall man on his left. The man, who looked to be in his mid-forties to fifties, was standing with a sturdy build, and strangely enough, he was holding a mallet in his hand, attached to a chain.

“Hey, Wang Ga. Do you know that guy?”

Wang Gilpyo, the man with the iron hammer known as Wangga, answered in a stiff voice.

“It must be Lee Cheon-sang, the guy who’s been making a lot of noise on campus these days.”

That was when.

Boom!

An explosion erupted where Wang Gilpyo was standing.

Part of the wall came crashing down. It was a force so strong it was hard to believe.

The hunchbacked old man’s face was distorted with evil.

“Damn junior, you have such a bad habit of speaking. It’s been ten years since you retired from active duty, and you’ve already forgotten about me?”

Wang Gilpyo, who had leisurely avoided the tension of the wind, shrugged his shoulders.

“Is it because I’m old? Even the wind in my hands isn’t like it used to be.”

“You really want to die?”

“If you die in the hands of your senior, there will be a proper trace left behind, but that ambitious military general will happily leave you alone.”

“Whoa, whoa!”

Byeonpung, who had been spitting out phlegm coolly, soon smiled broadly.

“Well, I don’t know about other people, but I’m also a bit scared of the temper of the military general.”

It was a strange speech and behavior.

At first glance, it doesn’t seem like he’s risking his life for the sake of being treated as a senior, nor does it seem like he’s afraid of Heo Seong-gwan. However, his actions are reminiscent of cowardice.

It was as if he was trying to hide his true self. But his face was full of mischief, as if he saw this as a form of play.

“Wang Ga-ya. I won’t hold back on your rude speech, so let’s go catch that little brat together. It looks like his sword skills are no ordinary skill.”

“It’s not just any sword, but that sword you’re holding isn’t just any sword. If you have the discerning eye, you’ll know that, right?”

“It looks similar to the Black Magic Night Sword, but it’s not the real thing.”

“That’s right. That sword is the beloved weapon of the Seven Heavenly Demons.”

“They say he’s a dark horseman, but why is his manners so bad? No matter how I look at him, he’s not a black horse.”

“No matter what, infantry is infantry. If you make a mistake, you’ll always have a hard time.”

“You’re not talking to me, are you? You’re getting old, aren’t you?”

“At fifty, you are in your prime.”

“You’re acting up. Even a pervert who only knows how to show off with his head held high when given the order of heaven has become polite.”

They were talking comfortably as if they were friends. Just a moment ago, Wang Gilpyo, who had avoided the sudden attack or the tension, did not seem surprised, and neither did he seem to be in his right mind.

Lee Cheon-sang didn’t show any emotion even after hearing the conversation between the two. He was just observing the two people’s prayers and replenishing his consumed magic energy.

Byeonpung chuckled as if he noticed that expression.

“Well, anyway, if the next Hwanheewonju isn’t here, then we’re out of business, right?”

“I will relay that to the General Staff.”

“Hey, you punk! Then what do you want me to do? That bitch ran off with all those guys who were supposed to be her bodyguards. There’s no reason for her to be here, right?”

“If you want to escape from the intelligence agency, the only way is through a secret passage within the building. You have to search there first.”

“You’re the one who’s going to fall behind, you son of a bitch. You want me to dig a hole at this age? I can’t do it!”

“Who told you to dig a hole? Just walk into the hole.”

“That sweet vixen must have dug a hole really well. As you can see, she’s probably prepared a plan to turn anyone who comes in like pickled fish into salted fish with a wall-crawler and a baptism of secret weapons.”

“So you’re saying we should step down?”

“Let’s go back, please.”

It seemed like he never got tired of being in front of Lee Cheon-sang. The conversation was endless.

But Lee Cheon-sang knew. The conversation between the two wasn’t just about being bored or really immersed in the situation.

‘It’s difficult.’

The two were looking for Lee Cheon-sang’s opening.

Common sense would suggest that it might be okay if it was just Wang Gilpyo alone, but if a stronger wind force was added, Lee Cheon-sang would definitely lose.

But the two people saw the unknown martial arts of Yi Cheon-sang.

From the Blood Wind Five-Shot that cut down ten of the best swordsmen with one blow, to the Brain and Lightning Slash that tore Mo Kyung apart at the end.

These were powerful martial arts that you couldn’t help but be cautious of regardless of your realm. No matter how big the issue is, depending on who the terrifying martial arts are directed at, it would determine whether your future religious life would be easy or miserable.

‘You don’t want anyone to get hurt even a little bit.’

Considering the variables of actual combat, it would be difficult to risk one’s life and rush in, but one must worry about one’s own safety first. In fact, dealing with one Mo-gyeong would be more difficult than dealing with those two.

But Lee Cheon-sang did not let his guard down.

Although a one-on-one fight with Mo Kyung might be more difficult, it is clear that dealing with those two is also difficult. In particular, the tension of that hunchbacked old man was so strong that it made my skin tingle even when I saw it from a distance.

He could not rule out the possibility that his words and actions were intended to induce his own pride. Thinking about such aspects, Lee Cheon-sang prayed even more earnestly.

Have you noticed such a tremendous change?

Suddenly, Byeonpung, who had been glaring at him silently, opened his mouth.

“This is Lee Cheon-sang?”

Lee Cheon-sang answered obediently.

“exactly.”

“You look young, but you’re really good at studying. Even if you’ve been learning from the womb, you wouldn’t be this good. How much have you learned?”

“It hasn’t even been a year.”

The wind burst into loud laughter.

Of course I thought it was a joke. That’s why I thought it was even more amazing. He was skilled, but his distribution was also quite impressive.

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter how many years you’ve practiced martial arts. What matters is how strong you are now, right?”

“What do you want to say?”

It was different from the previous time. Lee Cheon-sang actively participated in the conversation.

“I mean, having lived to this age, I’ve learned that people’s hands aren’t there to hit someone, but to be patted. When I was young, I used to gouge out the eyes and break the heads of people I didn’t like, but that was only for a time. What we do is to eat well and live well, so is there really any need to meow? I think life should be about patting each other on the shoulder and patting each other on the back, going along happily like that.”

“What do you want to say?”

“It looks like you came to protect the disciple of the Hwanheewonju. Is that right?”

“exactly.”

“We came here to catch that bitch. But when we got here, she disappeared somewhere. You have no one to protect, and we have no one to catch her. So there’s no reason for you and us to fight, right?”

“That makes sense.”

“Hahaha! As expected, you can communicate well with young people. It’s on a whole other level from a brat who doesn’t even have the slightest bit of manners even at the age of fifty.”

Byeonpung, who had been laughing like a crow for a long time, spoke in a secretive tone.

“Since it’s come to this, let’s postpone our fight until later. Honestly, your swordsmanship looks so threatening that I think one of us will have to live the rest of our lives limping. I don’t like limping, and at this age, I don’t want to be bored without a junior who can fight as hard as I do.”

“Are you saying we shouldn’t fight?”

“That’s what I’m saying. We’re going to take our leave now. When we meet again, we can have a drink or fight with a knife.”

Lee Cheon-sang nodded.

“Thank you for your hard work in coming such a long way.”

“Hehehe, I’m starting to like you more and more.”

“But I can’t just let you go.”

“Why? Ah, since it’s come to this, should we start drinking?”

“I came here to protect the next Hwanheewonju, but at the same time, I came here to reduce Heo Seong-gwan’s followers even a little. The old man and that iron man are no ordinary strongmen, so wouldn’t it be better to nip them in the bud now?”

There was a murderous look on Byeonpung’s face.

“I thought it was the first time in a while that I met an interesting young man.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what fun is.”

“Yeah, are you sure about that?”

“How much more confident is that old man going to keep trying to take advantage of my weaknesses?”

“Look at this guy? If you do, I will… … .”

That was when.

Byeonpung, who had stopped talking, looked south, and Wang Gilpyo looked west.

‘when?!’

Not only Wang Gilpyo, but also Byeonpung couldn’t help but be flustered. They were so focused on finding Lee Cheon-sang’s weak points that they didn’t even realize that such strong people were gathered around them.

‘That guy!!’

A powerful magical energy flowed out from Byeonpung’s body.

Then, somewhere between Icheonsang and Byeonpung, a thick cloud of smoke rose with a bang!

Wang Gilpyo’s eyes wavered.

‘Control your emotions.’

The space beneath the wall was completely otherworldly. The qi flowing out of his body was gradually but surely increasing in density, slowly disrupting the energy of the two people.

‘That’s ridiculous!!’

Even a master who was one or two levels higher would not easily do something like this against a weakling. Furthermore, the density of Byeonpung’s true energy was clearly superior to that of Lee Cheon-sang.

Woohoo!

A strange resonance rang out from Yi Cheon-sang’s left hand. It was the Man-ap-geum-ma-jang (卍壓禁魔掌).

Even without learning the absolute internal energy method, the tension of the Man-ap-geum-ma-jang, which is spread out as a true magic with the highest universality, spreads widely to suppress and control the demon itself.

Even if you can’t win a fight, you can at least confuse their senses. If your opponent knows this trick, they won’t fall for it, but if they don’t, even a master two levels above you will definitely be defeated.

It was the fear of the nameless martial arts. The strongest martial arts in the magical world, created for the authority of the Heavenly Demon, are even half this scary.

Swish.

Seo-pil, who had been playing a whistle to indicate that someone was approaching from afar, walked towards them from the end of the wall.

And the south.

Yang Baek-ho appeared carrying a large sword on his back and glared at Byeonpung with majestic eyes like a tiger.

A groan-like voice came out of Byunpung’s mouth.

“… … Blood Demon!”

“Are you still alive, you damn old man?”

Lee Cheon-sang shook the Seven Nights Scroll.

“Come down.”