Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 58



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Against the White Witch

The prince’s villa. A lake was built inside. The prince was lying on a boat floating on top of it. The person sitting in front of him was not Yongwoon, but the White Witch.

She sat upright with her back straight and stared at the prince without moving.

“How are you feeling right now?”

“Nothing in particular.”

“Isn’t that regrettable?”

“no.”

Cold. As her name suggests, Seolhonshinnyeo-gong freezes people’s emotions.

Infertility, infertility. The martial art of creating weapons for utter destruction.

“What I hope for.”

“His Majesty the Crown Prince has been spending time here ever since Prince Guisu came. Now that the weather is nice, you may go in.”

“It’s been a while since Hanseo became invincible, but it’s so strange.”

The prince, who had been smiling, looked at the moonlight again. He felt nothing special.

“The palace has put you in solitude, and I have made you learn martial arts that can eliminate emotions and prevent you from having children. I have given the Great Ring to Yongwoon, and I have caused you to be criticized for injuring the Plum Blossom Sword. Do you really have no resentment?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“Cut off your right arm immediately.”

Ta-tat! There was a flash of light, and the boat shook violently. The scene above had changed.

The White Witch’s left capital was on my shoulder, and the prince was blocking it with his hand.

There wasn’t a single drop of blood on the prince’s hands.

The faces of the prince and the White Witch were close. The White Witch still had a blank expression.

The prince looked at it for a moment,

“It’s a joke.”

– He said and sat back down on the boat. The prince sighed and took a sip of his wine.

“The odds of winning against the noble prince are slim.”

“I need it.”

“What about the rest of the work?”

“If he uses the secret technique of the innate spirit that was shown at the end and approaches with the determination of Donggwi Eojin, he will have to sacrifice one of his right arms.”

“I see.”

The prince nodded, thought for a moment, and then opened his mouth.

“If possible, kill him.”

“Your name.”

**

“Where are you?”

The White Witch, or rather the White Evil Witch, stands unarmed. It was the final match that marked the end of the Yongbongjihoe.

The crown prince, the swordsman, and other top masters of the Central Plains factions all sat in the VIP seats, and the general audience was also filled with famous people whose names were well known.

Those who participated in the Yongbong branch were also sitting there. Dang Hui-han, Hwang Bo-jin-heon, Jang Han-baek…

The only one who didn’t sit there was Nam Gyu-rin.

The White Witch’s mask was removed. Although Nam Gyu-rin lost overwhelmingly, she was not completely defeated.

A cold-looking beauty. A woman who was literally like a snow maiden, standing expressionlessly, unarmed, waiting for her opponent.

The audience’s sentiment toward her could not be described as positive, even in good words.

“This is just too much.”

The prince was whining, but this time no one responded.

The atmosphere of the hall was extremely cold. The swordsmanship of Geombong and the White Witch. Despite being a swordsmanship, Geombong almost suffered permanent damage, and has not yet regained consciousness. Although the Yongbongjihoe is a swordsmanship that only uses skill, the difference in power contained within cannot be ignored.

The palace guards intentionally and unnecessarily injured the volcano’s peerless talent. The atmosphere was cold.

Another chilling point is that Yongwoon’s whereabouts have become unknown even before the start of the battle.

“What’s going on? Surely… he didn’t run away?”

“Did you insult the good Lord and become scared?”

“Is that his temperament? Or maybe… some kind of move from the Hwangryongmun-”

“Oh my! This guy!”

Speculation and conspiracy theories are circulating. Muk-seong leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.

‘He’s not that kind of guy.’

The closed-door training was short. The Taegeuk I drew while being threatened with my life was more solid than ever. I also finished thinking about the fight with Yongwoon.

Silence’s eyes were tense. His gaze, looking at the back of the White Witch’s head, was not kind either. No, even if it was vicious, it was still a hat-slinger.

“…Tsk!”

Honestly- Mukseong’s mind was filled with worry. The White Witch’s realm was not low. Even Gyu-rin had been defeated, and the skills he could see now- surpassed Yong-un at that time.

‘She must have seen Yongun’s secret technique too.’

At the end, Yongwoon’s power, which he used to use a strange secret technique to create the Innate Wisdom, was truly amazing, but the White Witch also did not show her true colors.

Seolhonshinnyeogyeol. I don’t know the extent of her achievements, but the power of her martial arts is ‘at least’ the best in the world.

The Master said that the prince gave the Daehwandan to the foreigner Yongun. How much more so to the White Witch…

“Why are you so frowning?”

The one sitting next to him is Cheonjageom. There weren’t many people who could easily come to Mukseong’s side, and Cheonjageom Dokgo Guwol was one of them.

“I don’t think he would have run away,”

“Stop being so annoying.”

“Because I became a Taoist priest…”

The murmurs became more frequent. It was almost time for the fight. The Seven Swordsmen were flustered and stuck out their tongues. The noises of wondering if he had really run away became more frequent.

“Stop talking nonsense.”

The one speaking in a low voice with his arms crossed is Hwangbo Jinheon.

“If you say one more thing about Prince Gwisu running away, I will punch you in the face.”

Next to Hwangbo Jinheon, one of his followers was looking flustered. Originally, Hwangbo Jinheon would have been happy to hear such words.

He, who had been like that, was now glaring at himself.

“I made direct fists with him. You insulting him is like insulting me, who lost to him.”

Dang Hui-han, who was sitting a little behind him, snorted and crossed his arms. Muk-seong, who was looking over, scratched his head and said, “Ugh.”

“That guy is starting to become more human.”

‘…That would be good.’

My first defeat in a showdown with my peers. I had a long talk with my teacher.

[How arrogant.]

The words coming from those warm eyes are extremely cold.

[The world is vast. The person who defeated you is a genius who has overcome hardships in Guangxi, and the White Witch is also comparable to you. This Yongbongjihoe is only a game for the Jeongpa faction. Do you think there are no more such people?]

[The world is wide and you are small. Just because I have acknowledged you, do not carry unnecessary burdens. The burden you wish to carry will come to you the moment you are ready, at a moment you do not even know it.]

Mukseong sighed deeply. The Master’s face was expressionless. However, he was stroking his beard, which was his habit when he was worried.

‘…Did I cause the fire?’

It gave me a sense of shame. It made me feel like I had a wall. It also gave me a burden before the important battle. If that’s why I can’t come…

His worries quickly disappeared.

“Oh!”

The wind suddenly rose. The stench that had not been contained spread throughout the VIP area, causing most of the VIPs to frown, but he paid no attention.

Anyway, the smell towards the prince had been blocked for a long time. Are the rest of them any good?

“You’re finally here!”

Soon others could see it too.

Yong-un walked in through the door outside the unarmed stage. The audience cheered involuntarily as they saw him.

“Gwisu-gongja! The hope of the orthodox faction!”

“I believed in you!!!!!”

“Don’t you dare run away!”

Jang Hanbaek frowned again. Cheonjageom, who was next to him, just sniffed and laughed when he saw him sigh in relief.

And he tilted his head as he looked at Yongun.

“…But why is the condition like that?”

It was not even an empty word to say that it was good. The black uniform was full of holes and rags, and Yongwoon’s complexion was haggard. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was pale.

“Was there a raid?”

Saying that, he sneaked a peek at Dang Hwi-han.

“Why are you looking at me!”

Dang Hui-han sat up with a start, but then he sat down again, startled by memories of the past. What did that d*ck do to me!

‘Rather, I should be the one looking at that guy!’

What kind of mischievous was that the bastard was not forgotten.

Dang Hui-han glared at Yong-un. A complex and subtle emotion poured out toward him. He had to win in good health to regain his honor and be able to answer for the prank, but on the other hand, he also wanted to see him get brutally defeated by the White Witch.

“You’re finally here!”

The face of the Seven Swordsman, who had been panting and drinking water, brightened. A new nickname, Gumilgeom (口蜜劍), was slowly being given to him. He was the one who was buying as much time as possible for Yongwoon to appear.

Yongwoon nodded roughly and passed by him. Huh? The Seven Swordsman tilted his head for a moment.

‘Something, movement-‘

“What else did you give me?”

The prince asked Geom-seon. Geom-seon also had the same question.

The realm has… risen. Isn’t it? Strange. The prayers, the spirit, are somehow distorted.

Simma…is it? Is it similar? No, it seems like something is different…

Yongwoon glanced at the stone with a blank expression. Jang Hanbaek frowned. Could he be looking for Gyurin?

[She hasn’t woken up yet. So, she’s thinking about winning.]

Yongwoon’s head turned directly to Jang Hanbaek. Jang Hanbaek’s eyes sank once again.

It was different. In those eyes that looked dull, there was a fire clearer than ever.

“crazy.”

Did he grow up again? Mukseong felt an unfamiliar feeling.

Jealousy.

His smile grew deeper.

[I know.]

Yongwoon’s telegram has arrived. You know? Then who on earth are you looking for?

“As this is the last one, I will start it in a particularly unusual way.”

The Seven Swordsman took out a handkerchief. The handkerchief, which had no special design, had the character “Jeong” (正) embroidered in large letters.

“The moment this handkerchief falls to the ground, that is the beginning of the rain.”

The Seven Swordsman shrugged his head and said the opening method he had devised. He felt a little embarrassed by the lack of response from the two non-combatants, but he consoled himself with the audience’s cheers.

“Okay, then-”

“I cured Gyu-rin.”

Yongwoon interrupted the judge’s words and spoke. He was looking exactly at the White Witch. She had glossy black hair and a beauty befitting a priestess, but her expression was blank as if she was looking at a ghost. The White Witch also looked at Yongwoon.

“Thirteen fractures. Twenty-one bones were cracked, fifteen meridians were damaged, and thirty acupoints were ruptured.”

“Uh, hmm! Then let’s begin!”

The Seven Swordsman threw his handkerchief up strongly, and Yongwoon finished speaking.

“I will make it exactly the same.”

The handkerchief hit the floor. A light flashed.

Kwaaang!

“Ugh…!”

The Seven-Kyap Hero tightly closed his eyes against the strong wind pressure. I don’t know what happened, but he jumped back.

Only then could I see it. A battle of brute force versus brute force was taking place.

A cold wind mixed with strong cold and yin energies swept through the venue. However, it was not intentional, it was the remnants of broken energies.

Only after a strong wind blew did the unarmed man come into view. His white hair was fluttering.

It was Seolhon Shinnyeogyeol. And – only the prince noticed, but Seolhan’s expression was a little more stiff than usual.