Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 78



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The time that Kwon-Jun and Ma-Ui spent together was not short. Even though Ma-Ui passed away before reaching the age of 40, they spent ten years together.

They met when they were twenty-two, had a brief falling out when they were thirty-two, and when they were thirty-seven, Ma-ui died. Despite the extreme age difference, there was a bond that transcended it.

Friends. They deserved to be called that.

The familiar voice had the same spirit as back then, but it was a little more serious, and it was cheerful, but the ending was heavy, as if it was tied in chains.

It was a new feeling. To Ma-ui, there were not many people who could be called Yeon. His family was dead, and there were not many who wanted to hold his blood-stained hand.

Kwon-Jun, Dok-Go-Chung. He could clearly be seen as his fate.

“Well, Imma, answer me. If those Haomen guys didn’t suddenly lose their eyesight, then it must have been my martial arts. Yes?”

“…”

“Huh, why, are you surprised that I suddenly showed up? Let’s see, that’s the law of the living dead, right? Did that guy steal in addition to killing? Is that the successor? Yes?”

“…”

“Did you faint? No? Did you just faint?”

Aside from Yongwoon’s sentiment and the familiar frivolous tone of speech, the appearance of the character called Paejon was enough to freeze the entire situation.

When Yongwoon’s reaction was not fun, Paejon sighed and completely used Yongwoon as an armrest, placing his elbow on the crown of his head.

He waved his hand roughly.

“It’s been a while, everyone. Isn’t it?”

“…authority.”

The swordsman spoke softly. He did not dislike Paejon. No, he liked him more than any of the other sectarians he had seen so far.

But now… I couldn’t face him with those feelings. Their current meeting was not a meeting between two martial artists who had only seen each other’s martial arts, but a meeting between the leader of the Jeongpa faction and the leader of the Sado League.

“Amitabha.”

The Yaksha Buddha spoke softly. His Buddhist light did not fade.

“There must be some honey in Hanam, strange people keep getting entangled there.”

“Bugs gather around honey, so are you calling me a bug now?”

“I guess you haven’t heard anything strange.”

There is no conflicting energy or thoughts. Only childish conversation comes and goes. Nevertheless, all the masters there could not let go of their tension.

Hegemon (覇尊). Such was the power of those two words. The one who was currently raising his elbow to the highest ranking leader of the Jeongpa was a more dangerous being than the Mansalbugoe who protected the Mengjiandan.

If you were to choose the strongest person in the martial arts world, the Jeongpa would choose Baecheonjonja or Hyeonjonja. However, if you were to ask the Jeongpa people who had personally experienced the fist of Sapa or Paejonja, they would choose Kwonjonja regardless of Cheon Yoobang’s ranking.

The title of ‘Most’ is given to only one person. The most powerful of the Saphas… Kwon-Jun laughed loudly.

Hahahahahahahaha!

The laughter echoed through the mountain valley like lightning. A dangerous place between Henan and Anhui. Even the masters who had successfully ascended the mountain covered their ears with an intense laughter that echoed and disappeared.

Kwon-Jun, with a fierce smile on his face, continued to talk.

“These guys are still fun. I was curious because they said that a strange guy became the room leader after Heo Woon, but he really is out of his mind-”

Bam. Kwon-Jun’s elbow went down.

“omg.”

Someone made that sound. Yongwoon pushed Kwonjon’s shoulder away from his head with an annoyed expression.

“What the hell.”

The mountain bird became quiet for a moment at Yongwoon’s annoying words. Kwonjon, that Kwonjon. The unity of heaven and man, the master of the four waves.

Since ancient times, Safaran, unlike Jeongpa, has revered the value of power. In such a place, Kwonjon, who held the highest dignity, was famous for acting as he pleased.

If you just pick out the top players who died while picking on him, you could create a Cheon Yu-bang.

To the political elite, authority was such a terrifying existence.

What do you mean?

“Every time I move my body, I get a bad smell.”

“You crazy bastard!”

The one who blurted out was Dokgo Gu-wol, who was mixed in with the political party. He immediately shut his mouth, but Kwon-jon just looked at Yong-woon with a blank expression.

The faces of the politicians turned pale.

Yongwoon thought for a moment. What he just said was something he had said many times. As a demon. How would he react? He was a little curious about that.

And that curiosity was immediately resolved. If an ordinary person like Ji-su had treated him like that, Kwon-jon would have laughed. If he didn’t like someone, he would have busted their skull with his elbow a long time ago.

But the last word is.

“Huh, that’s funny. I like seeing you being so cheeky.”

The momentary stiffness quickly turned into laughter. To others, it might have seemed like Kwon-Jun’s usual crazy personality, but only Yong-Woon noticed the slight embarrassment.

The embarrassment that comes from familiarity.

“Yes, that’s what a passionate young man should do. It’s the right thing to do. This martial art is something that only a madman can reach the extreme.”

It was a story I had heard. Kwon-Jun turned around again, pretending to look at Yong-Un with such a happy expression.

“The reason I came here is because I heard so many interesting stories.”

Sigh, Kwon-Jun scanned the crowd.

“Gwangseo. It’s close to Gwangju, but I was intrigued when I heard that an unknown kid from there was imitating my powers, and my long-lost brother’s son personally asked for help, so I took action.”

Kwon-Jun waved his hand.

“Ugh!”

Among the crowd of Jeongpa-myeong and the onlookers, there was one person whose clothes suddenly seemed to rise into the air: Dokgo Guwol.

It was really funny to see Dokgo Guwol struggling and waving his arms in the air, but Dokgo Guwol flew away and soon fell down in front of Kwonjon.

Kwon-Jun smiled faintly.

“Nephew, this is the first time I’ve seen you.”

nephew?

Once again, the surroundings became chaotic. There was no one who did not know the name of the authority, Dokgo Choong. Naturally, from the moment he showed himself in the world of martial arts, people suspected a relationship between him and Dokgo Se-ga.

The conclusion reached was that there was a collateral lineage that was far from the direct lineage of Dokgo Se-ga. Since neither Dokgo Se-ga nor Dokgo Chung said anything, the correct history of the birth of the heretic sect leader was solidified.

But he’s your nephew? Dokgo Guwol is the son of Geomjon, Dokgo Jinhan. That means-

“Dokgo Cheonghan…?”

An old man asked me half-heartedly, recalling my memories.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard your real name.”

Dokgo Cheonghan. He was the older brother of Dokgo Jinhan, the swordsman, and was said to have died young… He was a direct descendant of the Dokgo Sega.

“Nobody knew?”

Kwon-Jun laughed cheerfully. He shouldn’t have said that.

Kwon-Jun and Geom-Jun were brothers?!

The heads of the Sapha and the Jeongpa were born from the same parents. The Jeongpa people now realized that they had heard an anecdote from a martial artist that would be talked about for hundreds of years to come.

Kwon-Jun shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Dokgo Gu-Wol below him.

“It’s not strange not to know. Is it Dokgo Kyung-han? It happened before that guy was even born. It’s a simple thing.”

Kwon-Jun said, clenching his fist.

“I realized that my desire was not for the sword but for the fist, and that’s when I cut ties with Sega. My father was convinced. After all, my younger brother was a monster that surpassed my existence.”

He abandoned the name Dokgo Cheonghan. Dokgo Chung. That soon became his name.

Kwon-Jun smiled happily as he looked at the Dokgo Gu-Wol below.

“But it seems Jinhan hasn’t forgotten me. Judging from the fact that you sent me a letter yourself.”

Dokgo Guwol nodded. He was so surprised when he learned of this secret story about the martial arts world.

‘…however.’

Dokgo Guwol glanced at Yongwoon and thought.

‘How does that guy not know?’

Yongwoon did not respond to her gaze.

The swordsman nodded.

The relationship between the Sword Lord and the Fallen Lord… That was also something I heard for the first time. But.

“I will personally arrange a place to talk with Yeom Cheon-seong. Could you wait a moment?”

Geomseon glanced at Mansalbugoe and spoke. However, Kwonjon shook his head.

“Didn’t you say you would ease the leader’s worries?”

The swordsman’s eyes deepened, and Kwon-Jun smiled brightly.

“Surely not the same Safa-”

“No, it’s not like that. It’s a personal favor.”

“Eun-won?”

“Father, that guy may look like that, but he’s actually quite meticulous. He calculates everything and moves accordingly. He must know that I will be coming right now. Am I wrong?”

When Kwon-Jun asked, Man-Sal-Boo-Gwae slowly nodded his head.

“…You saw it exactly. It’s been a while.”

Mansalbugoe hung his axe on his waist. He looked like a typical hunter. He asked Kwonjon for a favor.

“Compensation from thirty years ago. I will use it now.”

“Lianju, what exactly are you doing right now?”

The sword was drawn with an unusually strong force. At some point, his sword was pulled out of its scabbard and held in his hand.

“They are now beings who have harmed the Jeongpa Alliance. We cannot let them live like this.”

“I don’t care what happens to that beast of a beast. I used to find it cute how it used to look jealous of my close friend, but now I find it disgusting.”

A word that snipes the blind dog group. The blind dog group flinched, but did not dare to meet Kwon-Jun’s eyes. That was the kind of person he was.

“But I must grant your father’s request. I promised to do so.”

Before the creation of the Cheonmasingyo, there existed something called the Sipma (十魔). It was a separate sect of the Maga, similar to the Odaese and Gupailbang.

The Macheondan was the highest sect among them. They were vicious and handled magic, so if they had existed until the rise of the Cheonma Singyo, they would have become one of the sects of the new sect.

However, they were destroyed because they lost their power while pursuing the Mansalbugoe.

It was not known why the master of Sapa, known as the King of Kings, had come into conflict with Ma Cheon Dan. At least until now.

“The king was originally an elder of the Paechondan.”

“Ugh…!”

Paechondan (覇天團). The highest sect of Sapa led by Paejon. They were made up of followers of Kwonjon, and despite being a new sect, they were famous for having martial arts skills comparable to those of Shaolin and Mudang, and each and every one of their elders were known to be strong in the Heavenly Spirit Sutra.

Cheonyeong’s Gyeong. They are among the 100 greatest masters in the world. Since only such people become elders, you can see their true potential.

“The king wanted to leave Paechondan. He even said he would abolish the martial arts. The reason is, it’s a personal matter, so I can’t tell you.”

“I didn’t want that. The Paechondan was a thug and owed me a lot of favors. I was worried that my father, who had left the Dan’s embrace, would suffer a miserable fate. That’s why I made a condition.”

Conditions for the King to leave Paechondan.

I will destroy the Machundan alone.

So the king headed to Machundan with only an axe in his hand.

The mouths of the Jeongpa people were wide open. The Kwon Jong who said that he would destroy one of the ten demons in order to leave the Paecheondan was crazy, and the Mansalbugoe who left with a broad axe also looked like a crazy person.

Mansalbugoe stood there calmly.

“He succeeded. In recognition of his achievements, I promised to help him unconditionally in the future. And now, now is that day.”

Kwon-Jun shrugged and said.

“If you try to kill your father, I will kill you too.”

It’s a one-sided demand to unconditionally follow what you say, like a child throwing a tantrum.

However, this was the way of the place where the words of the strong became the law and order.

Things were getting weird.