Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 158



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158. Liver (5)

A surprise attack from behind. The two men in black were unable to respond to the surprise attack that occurred after Tamcheon Machang’s arrogance.

Tamcheonmachang also had neither the time nor the will to pay attention to them, because the wind that had already changed its appearance had rushed at him.

The master’s thinking is indeed fast. Tamcheonmachang’s spear, which attacked the left foot, which was slightly slower than the right foot, swept under Punggae.

At the same time, the invisible energy mixed with the weather swept over to sweep away Punggae’s entire body, but the moment Tamcheonma Chang’s spear extended, Punggae, who should have been a little slower and suffered a fatal wound, the moment Cheonrinjan’s left foot touched the ground,

Kwaang! The speed of the wind chime accelerated and it dug into Tamcheon Machang’s arms. Even at that moment, Tamcheon Machang also took back his spear and blocked Tamcheon Machang’s hand.

A collision occurred in an instant. Tamcheonmachang, who had simultaneously kicked the ground to create distance, swallowed blood.

He muttered quietly.

“Was it a trap?”

Only then did the two black-clad men fall limply. Behind them, calmly, were the two elders in open clothing, their shabby clothes soaked in pig blood.

Elder Il tsk tsk and clicked his tongue.

“Young people these days definitely lack effort. They don’t even check to see if they’re going to kill, and they’re so arrogant. It seems like the demonic cult guys are no different.”

“You’re not like you used to be in the third watch of a mouse’s death. What are you evaluating? I can clearly see that your shoulders are still stiff.”

“You little punk. Where else can you find a savage who practices the martial arts of pretending to be dead? At our age, all we had to do was fool a vigorous Sapa guy. What’s the point?”

The Four Books and Three Classics are the unique methods of the Opening Cultivation. While Elder Il and Elder Lee were grumbling nonchalantly, Tamcheon Ma Chang held his spear firmly.

There was no heat in his eyes.

Can you run away? Tamcheonmachang’s head quickly turned.

Tamcheon Machang likes unmanned battles. He likes to compete with his martial arts skills, and wants to see the extreme of spears like that.

Although he was a madman obsessed with martial arts, he did not fight to the death because of that. If he could run away, he would run away. He did not care about honor.

If you look closely, he was a typical Safa-like person.

“What are you thinking about?”

Punggae spoke right next to Tamcheonma Chang. His hand was already filled with the energy of heaven.

Kwaaaaang! With a loud noise, the ground kept caved in. The afterimages of the Tamcheonma spear retreating every moment and the wind chimes sticking to him like leeches and blowing his guts for tens of seconds were blurred.

A hundred sexual intercourses occurred during the culprit’s five breaths, and Tamcheonmachang’s clothes became shabby to the point where they were comparable to Poonggae’s.

As Tamcheonmachang’s spear kept twitching, Punggae didn’t look that tired.

The two elders did not intervene. They looked at the clothes of the black-clad men with a carefree expression on their faces, and they seemed not to consider Feng Kai’s defeat at all.

Running away right away is impossible.

Tamcheonmachang aimed his spear at Punggae. Before the tip of the spear, which seemed to be using ten percent of its power and filled with great momentum, could even reach Punggae’s forehead, his spear was already stabbing Punggae from far away behind.

A type of atoll. It was one of the recipes of the previous generation’s Changjon, the master of Tamcheonmachang and Black Dragonchang.

It didn’t work on Punggae. He raised his hind leg as if he had been waiting and broke the spear of Tamcheonma Spear, then smiled.

“Should I be honored for having witnessed the martial arts of the Supreme Heavenly Spear Lord?”

“I already knew that.”

“Have you forgotten who you’re dealing with?”

“I see.”

The lord of openness. All information in the Central Plains flows to Openness. It has already been several decades since Tamcheon Machang and my master left their mark on the world of martial arts.

“Then how about this?”

Tamcheonmachang’s spear changed its momentum and its stance changed. The tip of the spear, which was pointed at the forehead, lowered to point at Poonggae’s vital point, and soon it stretched out like a snake.

There was a clear flow of magical energy inside. It was not the martial arts of the Creator.

As soon as it was blocked, the spear once again twisted like a snake and aimed for Poongae’s shoulder. It was a movement that could never be seen with a wooden spear shaft, but Poongae also twisted his body in the air to avoid the attack.

Bang! The palm and the tip of the spear meet. The black flames of the magic meet the blue qi and cannot advance any further, and a hole appears in the sky above the wind chime.

In the gap of the momentary pause in the air, the spear swung horizontally like a blade. At the same time, a huge strong wind was created. Whoosh! The strong wind swept over the wind chime that was hit by the spear and flew far away.

Once again, it wasn’t the martial arts of Changjon. It was the martial arts of the spearmen he had killed and obtained while traveling around the world and forming countless grudges.

Even inside, the wind was fine. However, the body stiffened, and in that short moment,

“her.”

Punggae tilted his head up and smiled.

In the distance, the window sparkled with moonlight, and Tamcheonma Chang’s hair fluttered.

Kukukukuku-

The countless stars that decorated the night sky disappeared, and a huge river poured down like a waterfall toward the peak of Punggae.

Sinchang (Divine Spear). This is the martial art of creation.

The vertically falling Tamcheon Machang became a single spear, gathering a huge amount of energy. A huge flame flowing along the energy enveloped Tamcheon Machang’s body, and all of that energy poured down with the force of evaporating the wind chime.

Poonggae clenched his fist.

Hangryongsippaljang (Dragon Descending Eighteen Palms) – Shiseungyukryong (Six Dragons Riding at a Time)

A simple technique. Yet, the energy contained in the technique was as great as Mt. Tai.

A loud noise echoed along with an explosion so strong it woke the night in the wasteland.

“Umm…”

“Oh, right.”

Even the elders who were standing far away were blinded by the huge dust. When the dust cleared, all that was visible was a huge pit that was at least a hundred jang wide, a wind chime standing in the center of it, and a spearhead stuck in the palm of Tamcheonma’s hand.

A spear was erected on a palm facing the sky. Tamcheonma Chang, holding the spear with both hands, was standing upside down on top of it, making for a strange sight.

Blood flowed from Poonggae’s palm. But that was all. At that moment,

Crunch! Tamcheonma Chang’s spear shattered. At the same time, his martial arts uniform began to become soaked with blood.

Numerous bloody lines were carved into Tamcheonmachang’s entire body, as if it had cut through a storm.

“Did Openness seem to be solely an information organization?”

Punggae asked Tamcheonmachang above him, mocking him. Tamcheonmachang did not answer.

“You are open and stubborn, and you are weaker than me.”

At the same time that Tamcheon Machang, whose mouth was full of blood, put down his powdered spear,

Woo-woong- In that short moment, Tamcheonma Spear’s formless energy gathered with the bet. As soon as the spear that was holding my body disappeared, Tamcheonma Spear’s new form fell to Punggae,

There was already a new spear in Tamcheon Machang’s hand. Tamcheon Machang’s weapon, Geukchang (極槍).

A surprise attack that took place in a fraction of the time it took to breathe.

The new form of Tamcheon Machang, which seemed about to fall over, stood upside down and stabbed the spear with great momentum while performing a jockeying maneuver.

“Room, ark!”

It was an exquisite surprise attack that even one of the elders was taken aback. Everyone knew that Tamcheonma Chang’s magic was a spear, but no one knew that the speed at which he cast the magic would be this fast.

Poong-gae’s eyes also grew wide, but the tip of the spear seemed to have already reached his head.

Kwaaaaang! An explosion comparable to the collision between Shinchang and Hangryongshippaljang. A huge cloud of dust that seemed to reach the stars covered the elders once again.

“Ugh…!”

There were countless fragments of river and sky energy in the dust. The elders barely managed to get through the dust that would have killed the culprit if he were nearby, and all they could see was one person standing there.

“ark!”

“Are you okay?!”

They were startled and ran towards him, and their view became clearer. Blood was indeed flowing from Poong-gae’s head, but he was breathing comfortably.

Only then did the two elders sigh deeply in relief.

What he held in his right hand was a colorless and odorless stick about the same size as my height. However, it was not an ordinary stick that matched his appearance.

Tagubong (hitting the dog with a stick). The ceremonial order of Punggae.

The wind chime looked down at my feet. What lay there was a left hand that had lost its owner.

He clicked his tongue.

“I was aiming for the neck.”

Immediately, the wind blew and turned around.

“Let’s go back now. The chances of Tamcheonmachang’s words being false are slim, but just in case.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

The two elders, who had cleared their throats, glanced at each other and followed behind Poong-gae. Poong-gae chuckled as he emerged from the hole he had made.

“I didn’t know my seniors were so worried about me. I was just whining all day.”

“Ah, ahem! When did you ever worry about that! But be quiet!”

“Ah! By the time Yongdubangju comes around, Sapa should be easy to catch! In my time, a parasite like that-”

The three new models disappeared immediately.

**

True Magic Sword. He quietly observed the atmosphere of the fence. The strong man of Cheonyeong, who was known as the Shandong Five Swordsman and made his name known in the martial arts world along with his four sworn brothers, now had his name tainted.

The Goblin Demon’s Dog Group. It was because they came forward to protect the man who was originally called the best in martial arts.

Shandong Wuxia owed their lifesaving to the Mengjiandan. That is why when the Mengjiandan, who were still the leaders of the party, asked Hanam for help, they readily stepped forward.

It was still the first of the choices that the True Magic Society regrets every day. The second regret was that he protected the leader of the party even though he had taken out his magic.

A momentary choice can affect your entire life. The choice that was forced upon him in the moment was made by the True Magical Alliance, and in doing so, he became the protector of the demon who killed countless civilians.

He was spared from execution. Up until now, the countless acts of justice and chivalry that Shandong Wuxia had performed had shone through. But that was the extent of it. Although he was spared from death and punishment, ridicule and dishonor were inevitable.

If I hadn’t made that choice back then. If I had refused the request, or if I had aimed my sword at him when I found out that the Mengjian Group was a mine…

The five alliances disappeared. The Northern Alliance and the Chammadou Alliance fought first, and so the rest also fell apart. The Northern Alliance went to Pocheonbang, and the Chammadou Alliance… went to the Gunwoonghoe.

At least officially.

One of the watchers of the Geulgae group selected from within the Jeongpa Alliance due to the conflict with Yakshabul Heo Jin. Cheonyeongui Kyungin Chammadohyeop was one of them.

The firepower that had been in the eyes of the True Demon King had long ago disappeared. Instead, all that was in them were anger, resignation, and desire.

He was comfortable with the gang, since there were few people here who would mock him.

The True Magician fiddled with one of the stones in his possession. The stone had long since lost its red glow and was now no more than an ordinary piece of stone.

“Why are you looking so sad?”

The words heard from the side startled the Chammadouhyeop, but he soon felt relieved. The one who approached him was Son Ho, one of the Dharma dogs of the Geulgaedan, the Dog Fist. He was a man with six knots, and was one of the few who had a connection with him during the Jeongma War.

The True Magician smiled faintly. The guilt that had been prickling my heart whenever I spoke to him was now gone.

“It’s nothing. I’m just a little tired.”

“I see? Then that’s fine.”

Jian Quan sat down next to him. A foul smell swept over him for a moment, but Chammadouhyeop endured it. He had already become accustomed to the Geulgaedan after spending several days with them.

“I hope nothing bad happens, but I didn’t know it would be this chaotic.”

Jian Quan muttered. The True Horseman looked at Hu Gae out of the corner of his eye. Hu Gae, sitting in front of the campfire, was smiling faintly and talking to his forces.

Jian Kwon clicked his tongue.

“This is not right. A retired old man is now consumed by his lust for power… If that greenhorn hadn’t incited him, he would have been at his base in broad daylight.”

“Are you talking about Yeomcheonseong?”

“Yes, that guy has been with Hyuga since he was in Cheonghae. Even though Mr. Poonggae personally made sure that information about the two of them going to Giru was kept secret, he ended up stabbing me in the back of the head like this…”

The True Magician pretended not to know and listened to all of this information. As usual, Jian Quan was giving him such good information.

It is no exaggeration to say that it contributed to raising public awareness.

“When did we become so open?”

Listening to the same old grumbling from Jian Quan, the gaze of the True Demon Lord continued to glance at Hugae.

‘hmm?’

At that moment, Hyuga rummaged through my stuff. What came out of it was a tangled amulet. Hyuga looked at it for a moment and stretched.

and.

puck!

The True Magician stared blankly at his chest. Blood was flowing out. A gallbladder was stuck there.

It was a sword wielded by Jian Quan.

“what?”

When he looked around, it wasn’t the Kyeonkwon he had seen before. There was the Dharma Dog of Openness looking at him coldly.

There was also a commotion around the Chammadou Association. Beggars who were lying down without any problem, beggars who were absentmindedly chattering and sipping alcohol suddenly changed and stabbed those next to them.

“Snow, snow, rebellion?”

“What about rebellion? It’s more like cleaning.”

Jian Quan laughed, and only then did the True Magic Knights see those who had been taken by surprise once again.

All of them were like him. Nearly twenty people, information networks. Spoilers who leaked information.

Those who were not taken by surprise were quickly subdued by the masters of the Geulgae Group and killed.

The dirty beggars who had been accompanying me until now, with their eyes always clouded and without a proper formation, were all splattering blood with cold eyes similar to murder.

That appearance was not that of a beggar living with flies, but the true face of an open-minded person who had survived in this world for hundreds of years.

I knew it. The eyes of the True Magician who had lost their vitality wavered.

“Wh-when on earth did-”

“I don’t know, just die.”

The dagger that broke his heart caused the True Magic Swordman to fall down. Looking at the sight, Jian Quan clicked his tongue.

“Don’t blame yourself for always choosing the worst when you always had the chance. You always had the chance.”

“I, I…”

“The Mengjian Corps, the War Heroes’ Association, and even the King. The chivalrous man who cried out for chivalry has become the royal dog. It was all your choice, so don’t blame anyone else.”

The eyes of the True Demon King were closed like that.