Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 77



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“…What is this.”

Seomjeon Kwai-geom looked at the vampire’s neck in confusion. He had received reports that the vampire had appeared in Hanam. While coming to the underpass, he had briefly heard from Yong-un about the collusion between the Meng-gyeon-dan and the vampire spirit.

As the head of the Dharma Hall, I had expected to encounter a vampire while walking through the elaborate and secret underground passage, to the point where I felt responsible for not noticing it. However, this was not the kind of encounter it was.

As you become a master, your eyes will see more. Furthermore, as you enter the three realms of the heavens where you can sense the spirit of the heavens, and as you gain more experience in martial arts, even if you are not a doctor, scenes of battle unfold in your mind as scars.

The vampire was struck by a single blow.

“…Does that make sense?”

Baek-roe-jang was also an experienced ronin, so he couldn’t help but think that way when he saw the vampire’s face.

There were even traces of a plan being used. This means that it wasn’t a surprise attack. However, that means that this was done by a master who could kill a vampire monster with a single blow in a head-on confrontation.

Does that make sense? The vampire was a man of the Heavenly Spirits, but even the masters above him were reluctant to fight. Because he had lived for a long time, his experience in the martial arts world was overwhelming, and he had many secret moves that made it difficult for his enemies.

“I don’t feel any Taoist energy at all. Not even Buddhist energy. What the heck…”

It means that the unity of the Heaven and Man of Jeongpa-myeong did not kill him. The scar from where his neck was torn off was extremely heartless and simple.

“…I think we should stop the chase.”

The two nodded at Yongwoon’s words. Even though the vampire was injured, the same was true for Baekryejang and Seomjeon Kwaiken. If they were beings who could kill the vampire with one blow, they were no different.

“I don’t know who that guy is, but I hope he kills the Blind Dogs-”

The words were not finished.

Seomjeon Kwai-geom opened his eyes wide and pushed Yong-un hard. Yong-un was unable to react to Cheon-yeong-i-gyeong’s sudden movement, and Baek-roe-jang clasped both his hands in front of his chest even more slowly.

At the same time, the world became distorted.

Beep-

I don’t remember. My consciousness was cut off for a moment and the world went dark. Yongwoon’s consciousness was cut off for a moment, but during that moment, Yongwoon’s surroundings changed drastically.

The light was full. As usual, the daytime sky was laughing at the scorched earth spectacle with indifference.

As his vision returned, his memories returned a little. The Seomjeon Kwai Sword pushed him away, and in that brief moment, the disappearance of the underpass was approaching them.

That existence called destruction was a ‘spring’ that stretched out as a gigantic force, a force never seen before – no, a force never seen before as a dragon cloud – destroyed the underground passage.

The deep underground tunnel was so powerful that the ceiling could be torn off with one blow. Seomjeon Kwaigeom couldn’t even think about swinging his sword and blocked it with his sword body, while Baekroejang blocked it by gathering all his strength while spitting up blood.

When facing the Black Magic Sword of the Seomjeon Kwai Sword, he felt like an unstoppable giant, but in front of that power, he looked like a mere tree branch.

It was the cruelty of Kangho. Even the best of Cheonyeong’s martial arts would fall without being able to resist when they met the sky above. That scene was strongly engraved in Yongwoon’s mind.

That was the end of my memory. I raised my head and looked ahead, and it seemed as if I was seeing the words that had been spoken against that power.

No, he survived, so it couldn’t be considered the end. It was a success.

“…Cool.”

The limbs of the Seomjeon Kwai Sword were bent in strange directions. The famous sword that had his nickname engraved on it, given to him by a deceased person long ago, was broken and left by its owner.

“Ughhhhhhhh…”

Baek-roe-jang’s appearance was even more miserable. Jang (掌). All of his martial arts skills came from his two palms.

The technique of thunder emanating from his hands, befitting his nickname of Baek-roe (百雷), allowed him to survive despite the many karmas he bore, and it was everything to him.

The fallen White Lightning had both of its arms missing, leaving a huge red furrow on the ground.

Only Yongwoon was in good condition. He was able to stay in good condition because Seomjeon Kwaigeom pushed him away and completely blocked his path, and Baekroejang blocked the power of the force.

Yong-un staggered up and approached Baek-roe-jang, who was at the front. Baek-roe-jang, who had lost consciousness and was on the verge of death, was bleeding profusely from his torn shoulder.

Thump, thump! It was easy to heal the internal injuries of the best players. Even though both arms were blown off, Baekryejang was able to survive.

It may not be life or death, but I had to stop the bleeding for now.

“My arm, my arm…”

More than the physical pain, what broke Baek-roe-jang’s spirit was the loss of his arm. The only thing he was good at was martial arts, so it was no different from having his life destroyed.

“…Are you okay?”

“it’s okay.”

The condition of Seomjeon Kwai-geom was only normal compared to Baek-roe-jang. He was also unable to move.

He put on his life jacket. Yongwoon, who had quickly finished stopping the bleeding on Baekroejang, tried to approach Seomjeon Kwaigeom, but he shook his head.

“Run away.”

“but-”

“If you are an assistant to the Blind Dogs, they will target you. You should do your best to run away before the leader arrives.”

Yongwoon ignored Seomjeon Kwaigeom’s words. There was a reason for that. Yongwoon approached Seomjeon Kwaigeom and grabbed his twisted limbs tightly.

“…don’t you know that it’s meaningless?”

Seomjeon Kwai-geom couldn’t answer those words.

“The reason I’m alive now is because there’s no next chance.”

Indeed, it was. Crunch! Seomjeon Kwai-geom let out a low groan. Yong-un, whose limbs had returned to normal, turned his head while licking his lips.

In the direction from which the attack came.

There was a… man.

Yongwoon was a sturdy middle-aged man, a head taller than me, wearing leather clothes that a hunter would wear, and he was looking at me expressionlessly.

The unkempt beard, the expressionless eyes, and most of all, the axe in his hand, made the man’s identity immediately apparent.

“…Death to death.”

He was in Hanam at the seventh level of Cheonyubang. He was in the highest rank among the Cheoninhapil, Cheonwicheon.

“Hehehe! Hehehehehehe!”

Standing behind him was a group of blind dogs, drooling and laughing. Their bloodshot eyes on their twisted faces were focused solely on Yongwoon.

“The tables have turned!”

Yongwoon chuckled.

“What do you mean by a comeback? Do you always want to fight again when you’ve lost?”

“Kh…haha! You! That damned talkative bastard is still the same! Yeah, yeah… There’s no way you’d give in that easily. No, no, you ended up using sorcery too, yeah, yeah, just like me… That’s how you got it too! Khahahaha!”

The blind dog group that saw Yongun no longer hid their magic energy but were scattering it.

Yongwoon said while looking at the Mansalbugoe.

“I never imagined that you would help Mine even if you were a private.”

Mansalbugoe did not respond to Yongun’s words. He stood silently like a stone with his axe in his hand, his head turned somewhere else.

The blind dog group shouted loudly while poking Yongun.

“You dirty bastard! Kill him!”

It was clear who the order was directed at. For some unknown reason, Mansalbugoe had become a loyal servant of the Mengjiandan.

But this time, Mansalbugoe didn’t swing his axe.

“I don’t think it will work.”

“What are you talking about! Didn’t you want to save your granddaughter? Kill her! Kill her!”

Granddaughter. That’s what it was.

At the mention of my successor, Mansalbugoe’s eyebrows furrowed violently and he turned his head towards the Mengjyeondan once again. A deep murderous intent burst out from his hardened eyes.

“Huh, huh!”

The startled dog fell to the ground. He looked ugly as he trembled and peed himself, but Mansalbugoe did not attack him.

“I’m warning you. I’m not killing you because I don’t want to kill you.”

“Yes, you!”

“And not killing is impossible. Can’t you see those people looking at this place from over there?”

As the Blind Dogs followed his gaze, there were two old men standing in the air, just as he had said.

Sword Immortal, Hyeonhwajinin, and Yakshabul Heojin. The two highest dignities of the sects who casually performed the empty-air dance slowly floated from the sky to the ground.

The expression on the swordsman’s face was more rigid than anything Yongwoon had ever seen. The Yakshabul was beyond words.

No, Yongwoon seemed to know why Yakshabul’s nickname was Yaksha (夜叉).

It was as if the sun was right next to him, and an intense heat that seemed capable of melting a human being flowed from him.

‘…It’s amazing that the trees don’t burn.’

“Your Majesty the Axe.”

Geom-seon spoke in an extremely stiff tone. Geom-seon’s sword, which he was holding on his back, was not pulled out, but in Yong-un’s eyes, its very existence seemed to have become a sharp sword.

“May I ask why you are here?”

“As you can see.”

Even the Mansalbugoe who had defeated three Cheonyeonggyeong with one blow seemed to respect Geomseon. His face was still expressionless, but Yongwoon could see him gripping the axe tightly in his hand.

“Because this foolish mine is holding my sick granddaughter hostage.”

“There are many ways to get information. Especially if the other person is a mine.”

A soft light came out of Heo Jin. It wasn’t weak because it was soft. It was an extremely, extremely compressed energy.

Shaolin’s Buddhist practice was like rat poison to Mine. It was not appropriate for a monk to boast about torture, but it was appropriate for Shaolin, and especially for a yaksha Buddha.

Mansalbugoe shook his head.

“Unfortunately, I have come to know this author’s character better than anyone else, having watched him for the past ten years. I would rather die than give up my country.”

“Hehehe, hehehe! Thanks for the compliment!”

“Don’t forget that we care about you now.”

The light of the Yaksha Buddha gradually grew stronger. The light accompanied by heat did not harm the trees, but the power contained within it was gradually growing stronger, so much so that even Yongun from afar could feel it.

“The person you are supporting is someone who should definitely be dealt with by the Jeongpa Alliance. Have you forgotten that you also need to save your life in order to see your daughter?”

“As a person of the political party, do you intend to stop me from saving a life?”

“If he survives, even more lives will be lost. And even now, many have already been lost.”

There was intense anger in Yakshabul’s words.

The reason why their arrival was a little late was because of the sudden commotion that occurred all over Hanam. The bloodthirsty people began to slaughter people without expression.

Their appearance caused a brief moment of confusion in the Jeongpa Alliance, and only after the situation was brought under control were they able to arrive here.

It is a disgrace. Hanam is the territory of the Jeongpa and Shaolin. Yakshabul could not tolerate it.

As soon as Heo Jin finished speaking, numerous experts jumped from the air and landed nearby.

The main forces of the best alliance that divides the martial arts world into three groups all surrounded Mansalbulgoe and Mengjiandan and began to glare at them.

Their anger also made Mansalbugoe’s skin sting. The humiliation that the Mengjiandan gave to Jeongpa was worse than that of the prince. It was impossible to let him live.

The Fourth and Tenth Ranks of Cheon Yoo Bang, and the numerous other top-level players in the Jeongpa Alliance.

Mansalbugoe, who had been looking at them expressionlessly for a moment, spoke quietly.

“Have you forgotten the origin of my nickname?”

Mansal (萬殺). This nickname was created when Mansal Bugae escaped through the Heavenly Net of the Demonic Clan, the great sect of the Demonic Clan, thirty years ago.

From King Bu-wang to Man-sal-bu-goe.

The net of heaven, the net of earth. The method by which the Mansalbugoe, who was running away from the gigantic net created by thousands of mines, broke through the net of heaven and earth was simple.

Killing everyone. That day, the valley called Cheongungok (靑雲谷) became known as Hyeolhaegok (血海谷), and the name Gwigokseong began to spread, and later became the base of Salmak.

As the seventh-ranked member of the Cheon Yoo Bang and the one with the highest level of martial arts among the twelve monsters spoke while holding an axe, the momentum of the Jeongpa Alliance also momentarily faltered.

The attitude flowing from Mansalbugoe’s face was not at all intimidating. It showed his will to resist to the fullest even if it meant dying.

Everyone was looking at the swordsman. Right now, everything was decided purely by his mouth.

It escaped from Hanam. However, the fight of unity between heaven and man becomes a transcendent fight that destroys mountains and evaporates rivers.

Of course, the ones who would fight would be Heo Jin and himself. However, Mansalbugoe is a man who does not think about the humiliation of running away from a life-or-death situation. It was obvious what he would do to escape and make things difficult.

Even if you kill Mansalbugoe here, the loss to the Jeongpa Alliance will be enormous.

But can we just send the blind dog group away? Should we tolerate it just because one person, the unity of heaven and man, steps forward without any reason?

Just before the swordsman’s mouth opens.

“I will relieve Taoist Malko of his worries.”

Yongwoon’s eyes grew wide.

A familiar voice. A very, very, familiar voice came from next to me. At the same time, a huge hand placed itself on my head.

A cheerful and hearty deep voice. A huge body and a beard and hair like a lion’s mane.

The Heavenly Fist Master and the Supreme Master were right next to me.

Paejon and Dokgo-chung looked at Yongwoon and smiled.

“Are you a child who uses my martial arts?”