Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 24



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sacrum (5)

In the forest, Yongwoon ran over the tree branches, and he controlled his breathing. A technique to change direction in the air. Even though it was a technique left behind by the best assassin, it consumed a lot of internal energy.

Yongwoon whispered to the silver tree that was still dangling.

“You know how to hide your energy.”

“I don’t know.”

“If you want to see, you will see. If you want to feel, you will feel. You just don’t know because you don’t know. Touch my wrist. I’ll do it once, and you’ll be able to follow right away.”

A tone of speech that does not even think about the impossible. Yongwoon hid his own energy wave for a moment,

Immediately afterwards, Eunhwimok also lost his energy.

‘The talent of the saddle.’

It wasn’t surprising. Bang! Under a tree, in the thick grass, Yongun quietly sat down and placed the silver tree inside.

“Keep on going. Until I tell you it’s safe.”

Eun-Hwi-Mok nodded. Yong-Un looked at him and asked.

“I have many questions. But I’ll keep it brief. Do you want me to accompany you to Hanam, or do you want me to treat you?”

Even as a magician, he had never treated stellate bones. That was natural. In his time, stellate bones did not exist.

But that doesn’t mean it couldn’t be done.

He continued to observe the upper part of the Eunhuimok. He stroked the hair. It was all to think about how to ‘strike through’.

“If you want, you can. Of course, you have to clean those guys up first.”

“…I have something to ask you.”

A boy sitting in the bushes, hiding his face. His eyes were clear but unfocused, so he seemed to be looking at Yongun but not seeing him.

“Why are you helping me like this?”

“Can the heavens read but humans cannot?”

Hwimok nodded.

‘Measuring the depth of water and the depth of a person’s heart. That’s a perfect expression.’

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m far from being a hero. I’ve gained something from looking at your head, so I’ll just repay you.”

“But you can get more. The Dragon Lord’s medical skills, martial arts, etc… I can help you-”

“You speak arrogantly.”

Bang! Yongwoon hit Hwimok on the forehead with a hammer.

“A rotten potato is trash to some, and more valuable than a thousand gold pieces to others. If I think that the help you give is equal to the help I give, then there is nothing more.”

Yongwoon chuckled.

“How could you expect to receive excessive compensation from a child when you saved that child’s life?”

Words filled with sincerity. Hwimok lowered his head as if he could see it. Even if he read the energy of the sky, it was still a child.

“…Please help me more.”

Hwimok said in a tearful voice.

“If I hadn’t met Prince Yong, I would have become a monk. That wouldn’t matter. I would have smiled and been happy. But… but, there is… too much blood on my hands.”

‘I guess so.’

There was no way Shaolin would let go of the bone that had entered his product. Hwimok would make Shaolin the best school in the world and himself the best person in the world. But in the end, it was a story about becoming a martial artist.

A person whose karma is to kill and injure people.

A child who can read the weather. What does wealth, honor, and such glory mean? What he sees right now is… the warriors who are killing and dying to possess him, and his future self who will eventually have blood on his hands.

Yongwoon patted Hwimok’s head. It wasn’t a diagnosis or anything, but an expression of comfort.

“I feel guilty. The blood you are buried in is on my hands as I meet you.”

Hwimok nodded his head, still hesitating. Yongwoon smirked.

“Your hands are already dirty. It doesn’t matter if they get even dirtier. It’s a child’s privilege to act spoiled and depend on adults. Use it well.”

Several people were caught in the wave. It seemed like Yongwoon and Hwimok were getting close while talking.

“Even if you are a genius who comes once every five hundred years, you are still just a child. Think about it simply. Can you truly be happy in life if you cannot have the girl you like in your hometown, or the meat you used to eat?”

Hwimok shook his head. That guy had a crush on someone.

“Then I will treat you. Just wait a moment.”

As Yongun emerged from the bushes and turned to face the approaching enemies, Hwimok spoke to his back for the last time.

“Second, I’ll tell you.”

Yongun continued walking.

“The one who gave life to Prince Yong… is in the same situation as Prince Yong.”

**

The quiet forest was disturbed by red energies. The nine warriors of the Yin-Hyeol Pavilion were Yeo-Nam. Five of Naehyeon-Gyeong, three of Oehyeon-Gyeong, and one of Samhwa-Chwi-Jeong.

Yongun’s realm was still in the external realm. Because of his memories from his previous life, his spirit was extremely enlarged and he had not yet achieved the unity of spirit, energy, and spirit.

There were only three people of the same level as me, so it was originally right that I couldn’t win, but Yongun was Yongun.

Paat! Samhwachwijeong was the fastest, followed by Oehyeon-gyeong. Yongun, who had jumped out of the bushes that Samhwachwijeong had passed by, extended his spear to Oehyeon-gyeong.

“Ugh!”

A sudden surprise attack. The warriors of Oehyeon-gyeong, who had been relying on the Samhwachwijeong in front of them, were letting their guard down, and in the end, even their defense was inadequate.

Slowly, he broke the elbow that was trying to grab the sword, and burned its lungs with the Karma Fire Hand. Boom! The new form of Oehyeon-gyeong, who was spitting out blood, collapsed immediately, and the fist of Samhwachwijeong flew out.

Kuung! He raised his knees and elbows to block the Samhwachwijeong’s fist, but its power was not small. It was a fist filled with energy. Even though he blocked it, Yongwoon’s internal organs shook and he felt nauseous.

Trying to hold back,

Yongwoon, who had escaped from the group of Yin-Hyeol-Gak by using that power against him, ran again.

But the situation was different now than it was just a moment ago. The moment they knew where Yongwoon was, they started chasing him, looking only at him.

If the method of footwork is the footwork in battle, light martial arts and light body martial arts deal with speed itself.

Yongwoon had not yet mastered lightness. Although the magician’s lightness was close to divine, he could only use it after becoming a master of Ogijowon.

That’s why he was quickly caught up. The Samhwachwijeong warrior swung his fist from a distance of one foot. Then, the red blood in his fist took the form of a demon and headed towards Yongwoon’s back.

It was a martial art commonly called Qigong. The evil spirit made of Qi pressured Yongwoon’s body with yin and murderous spirit. The evil spirit opened wide and tried to swallow Yongwoon’s body.

“Ugh!”

Yongwoon, who had destroyed the evil spirits with the karma water, stopped. Even though he had put in most of his remaining energy, his hands were numb and his body was cold. While he was hesitating for a moment, Yongwoon was soon surrounded.

“Where is the child?”

The faces of the warriors were cold. It was understandable since countless warriors of the Yin Blood Pavilion had already died.

Yongwoon chuckled.

“There’s no official name? That’s too bad.”

“If you reveal your name to someone who is about to die, you will only incur the ghost’s resentment.”

The warrior’s eyes were completely dyed red. He looked just like a yaksha from mythology.

“Tell me where the child is. Death will be easy.”

“go away.”

Boom! The warrior rushed in as if he hadn’t even expected it.

Samhwachwijeong. There was nothing that Yongun of Oehyeon-gyeong could not kill, but the problem was that there were other Yin-blood-gak warriors waiting for an opportunity behind him.

So it took some time, and Yongwoon knew how to buy that time.

Whirl! Several beads hidden in Yongwoon’s sleeves were thrown in front of Muin.

The startled warrior wiped the beads away with his blood, but they did not disappear. Instead of evaporating, what burst was the smoky poisonous mist hidden inside.

“Huh!”

It was a self-defense technique roughly made from the leftover scraps from when the great law was practiced at the Cheolga pharmacy. It wouldn’t be fatal to a warrior like him, though.

It was a kind of smokescreen.

It was enough to steal a few breaths of attention. Yongwoon immediately kicked the ground.

The movement of bending down and sliding as if his head was about to touch the ground was almost ghost-like. The body was not directed at the master in front of him, but at the dwarves around him.

“uh?”

“Kwaaak!”

The first one died in vain. The second one blocked Yongun’s fist with his own hand. He tried to block it with his sword, but Yongun’s movements were too slow and clumsy, so he thought he could block it with his left hand and then immediately stab him with his sword.

“Huh! It slowed down!”

The guy said that proudly and swung his sword. Since his exit was blocked, Yongwoon had to dodge the attack and wait for another opening. The guy naturally thought so too, and followed Yongwoon’s movements with tense eyes, but Yongwoon did not act as he thought.

“huh?”

As if it was a one-time collision, he immediately rushed at the next bloodthirsty bastard. And that incomprehensible behavior showed me the reason at the moment I felt puzzled.

The Uphwasu was a martial art that used force to generate and penetrate. It meant that the hot heat of the Uphwasu would penetrate the enemy’s blood vessels beyond their skin and attack them with force from within.

The unmanned entities in my environment only circulated the energy within their blood vessels, and were unable to expel the energy contained within them from their bodies.

Moreover, they are those who have mastered magic. Since ancient times, magic has been weak to Buddha.

What this meant was that if you touched Yongwoon’s hand, you would die.

“Kuaaaah! My hand! Water, give me water!”

“I’m dying! Save me!”

All the screams came out belatedly after Yongwoon had made one exit. One clash. Yongwoon’s actions of ignoring the enemy with that alone showed the reason through that scream.

When that happened, the only ones left were the warriors of Oehyeon-gyeong. Yong-un’s red-hot hands, and the strange and bizarre footwork of a ghost that would come right before my eyes with a single blink of an eye.

The three remaining Oehyeon-gyeongs rushed at Yong-un at the same time. Unlike the other stragglers, they seemed to have trained together in advance, and their coordination was good, leaving little gaps.

Yongun leaped. One of the three directions. The guy instinctively stabbed his spear at Yongun, who was floating in the air, and he immediately regretted it.

Yongwoon forgot that he could twist the direction of his body in the air. Burseok – One mistake was enough to lead to death.

Samhwachwijeong’s unmanned dance – When he broke through Yongun’s solo dance, the situation was already settled.

“This… son of a bitch!!!!”

I couldn’t help but be very angry. If Cheongwoonjin had died, even to Maehwageombong, it would have been better to have died in some way. But this guy, he died to a nameless ruler with no nickname or fame, so what a shame!

Yongwoon’s complexion was pale. The skill of twisting his body in the air, the continuous battles. His internal strength was completely exhausted.

Moreover-

“You bastard, your martial arts skills aren’t even that good.”

It was read right away. Karma. Originally, each martial art was linked to a certain type of form. The linked forms of a martial art, which poured down like water, multiplied the power of that martial art and reduced the amount of stamina consumed.

However, since the Hell Monster had the martial arts of Shaolin that had been passed down for thousands of years, he did not create a ritual that would even connect to the karma tree.

That’s why Yongwoon’s hand turned red and only showed the power of a single strike, but he couldn’t show any great power or anything like that afterward.

A martial art that only exists in one strike and a secret method of killing with one blow. It was extremely powerful in one-hit kills and single strikes, but that was all.

The strongest one was able to relieve his worries while looking at Yongwoon. There was no such thing as a connected herb. He had learned the martial arts of the Buddha, which were the antithesis of magic, but even those martial arts were not perfect.

Moreover, the bastard is so exhausted that he can’t even hide his power.

Since he himself was in perfect condition, he could not help but unconsciously find comfort in the monster that killed his disciples.

Kung! The warrior stretched out his hand. A ghostly wail spread from his hand. The blood of the bastard who had eaten the blood of countless people took the form of an evil spirit again and rushed at Yongwoon.

The color drained even more from Yongwoon’s pale face. The already tightening energy was binding Yongwoon’s body. He didn’t even have the strength to resist.

It was the Yin Ghost Fist of Yin Blood Angle.

“Ugh!”

The veins on his face stood out. It looked like he had squeezed his fists with force. The hand of the dim light blocked the evil spirit. The evil spirit that had been struggling inside his hands gradually subsided between his convulsing hands.

“Just die now!”

Even though my yin demon was broken, Muin was fine because he still had a lot of strength.

Yongwoon’s hand completely returned to its original color. A martial art full of wisdom and life force. Even though it disappeared with the evil spirit, the martial artist’s fist did not stop.

Kuung!

“Sigh…”

Blood flowed from Yongwoon’s mouth. A book containing the power of Samhwachwijeong. Even if the impact was reduced, it was impossible to avoid internal injuries.

The unmanned vehicle spoke with a lively tone.

“Tell me the location of the sacrum.”

A fist touched Yongwoon’s chest. Blood dripped down. The fist did not come off. It had a murderous aura, as if it would pierce Yongwoon’s body right away if he didn’t speak.

Samhwachwijeong’s arms, which he held on to with great effort as if he was about to fall, were shaking as Yongwoon grabbed his elbows.

The last remaining warrior of the Yin Blood Sect bit his lip and cursed Yongwoon, perhaps because he was angry at Yongwoon for not showing a mean expression.

“You rascal. Do you think the plum blossom sword will understand? How dare you run away while using poison in such a petty way.”

“What did you do when you joined forces with Oehyeon-gyeong? And, did you think you won?”

Kwak! Yongwoon’s two hands strongly pressed against Samhwachwijeong’s arms. Each of his ten fingers pressed on the acupoints, startling the warrior.

The energy… isn’t moving!

“There is a saying in the martial arts world. Everyone must always hide three-tenths of their true self, and in the end, the one who survives is the one who is strong.”

Yongwoon muttered as he spoke with blood flowing from his mouth. Although Yongwoon was hiding his pain by sweating coldly, the light in his eyes did not disappear.

The confused Samhwachwijeong warrior stretched out his left arm. It was to hit Yongun’s forehead.

The flow of energy is affected by the entire body. The left arm of the warrior, whose blood vessels in his right arm were completely locked by Yongun, was not properly filled with energy.

Yongwoon’s eyes flashed. His two hands untied the bindings on his right arm with a speed that made it hard to believe he had no energy.

It wasn’t just the spirit that had hardened, but the arm itself. The two hands that had abandoned their paralyzed right arm were reaching out to his left arm.

Both hands open their mouths. The warrior’s left hand extends into them. Smoothly, like a sword slipping into its scabbard, the two hands engulf the arms.

The left hand grasps the lower arm. The five bent fingers of the left hand grasp all the veins and acupoints, and the index and middle fingers of the right hand are bent like snake fangs, and occupy the Cheoncheon (天泉) and Jungbu (中府) points.

Musa’s body froze stiffly. His eyes widened in shock.

“Golden spoon?!”

My body was frozen. My spirit also couldn’t move. If my arms were tied, I could use my feet. However, a moment of confusion could have separated life and death.

“I’m not very good at naming things though.”

The moment when the option of unmanned feet comes to mind.

“It’s a herbivore called ‘sa’.

The index and middle fingers become teeth and inject poison. The energy in the arms is destroyed, so the yin blood dragon becomes the prey from the predator.

Parat – Two fingers that had been fangs reached out to his neck to devour him.

It was a close call.