Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 83



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On the way to Gangseo, the same thing happened again and again. Kwon-Jun created an invisible sphere on his little finger, and the two of them gritted their teeth and blocked it.

After three days, Dokgo Guwol was able to cut the formless qi without Yongwoon’s help. He began to inhale while consciously swinging his sword, and was able to cut it about twenty times.

Yong-un woke up three days and nights after the second intangible period. The hideous finger had completely healed when he opened his eyes, and from then on, he also joined the training again.

The blue aura I saw then was Yongun’s invisible energy. I succeeded in taking half a step towards ascending to the heavens.

However, since it took a lot of time and concentration to get the thoughts out of the body and it was ineffective, I first focused on getting used to the formless energy of the authority.

On the third day, Yongun was able to use the permanent eye technique without the ghost fire appearing, and he named the technique Cheongyeonan (靑炎眼).

Yongwoon, who began to see the formless sphere at any time, was able to exert physical force on the formless sphere without extreme concentration.

As Kwon-Jun said, the power of the work of Kyo-Cheon (攪天) that he had done with all his heart and soul was contained in that invisible device.

To prevent even one exit, and even one exit at a time, Dokgo Guwol and Yongwoon fainted and bled every day.

However, the period of fainting gradually became shorter and recovery also became faster, which was a miraculous achievement.

On the tenth day, Dokgo Guwol and Yongwoon were able to destroy Kwonui for the first time.

Kwon-Jun nodded with satisfaction.

“Do you remember the water that your father used to take? If it were you now, you would be able to save your life with it.”

It was a desperate yet hopeful statement.

From the next day onwards.

“Cough!”

After completely eliminating the authority, Yongwoon, who was panting, bent his back backwards. With a blink of an eye, Kwonjon appeared in front of him and pricked him with his little finger.

Yongwoon vomited blood at the force comparable to being struck by a giant bull.

“what!”

Dokgo Guwol was also completely exhausted. The smiling Kwonjon disappeared again and appeared behind him.

“Oh.”

Immediately, Dokgo Guwol’s sword flashed and slashed at my rear, but Kwonjon had already disappeared once again and was behind Dokgo Guwol’s turned back.

Boom!

Once again, the little finger. The prickly look caused Dokgo Guwol to faint immediately.

“Did you think it would end like that?”

Kwon-Jun said with a smile on his face.

“In that book of life and death, the Heavenly Sutra is widespread, and the Heavenly Spirit Sutra, and the unity of heaven and man exist. Did you think the path to becoming the best in the world would be easy?”

Hearing Kwon-Jun’s words, Yong-Woon staggered to his feet. He spat out spit mixed with blood and phlegm and glared at Kwon-Jun.

“Once you erase all the names on the death list, I’ll go beat up the old man first.”

“Hey, you don’t have any respect for others.”

Kwon-Jun bent his little finger proudly.

“Come. I will give you a reward if you let me spread my ring finger.”

Yongwoon kicked the ground. His forehead was hit with his little finger, not to mention his ring finger, and he also fainted.

A few more days passed.

“…”

[Are you curious as to why he isn’t coming?]

[…What do you mean?]

[Polite speech.]

[What do you mean?]

[That’s what Dang-hye said. You should have caught up by now, but aren’t you feeling a little antsy because you thought about it?]

[…]

[You little brat, I knew you could make that kind of face. Well anyway, this body played a little trick.]

[…]

[Say thank you. I don’t think you’re ready yet. Thank Elder Baek later. He told me how much he almost got killed by the poisonous witch.]

[I guess I’ll have to fix my back again. Has it been fine for twenty years?]

[It has been twenty years since Elder Baek stopped practicing martial arts. Instead, his lightness skills have reached the realm of heaven.]

Another ten days passed. Now, Yong-un alone could handle Kwon-Jun’s little finger. Then, he was able to easily dodge Kwon-Jun’s surprise attack.

However, a counterattack was impossible. With his mysterious movements, he was unable to reach Kwon-Jun’s body in the first place, so even just brushing the hem of his clothes would have been an achievement.

Naturally, Yongwoon also felt Kwonjon’s pulse.

“How is it?”

Yongwoon nodded in response to Kwonjon’s question.

“It got better.”

When Guwol collapsed once again and fell into a deep sleep, Yongwoon brought up his experience. It was humiliating, but Yongwoon was also now somewhat accustomed to being spoken to in a respectful manner.

“Of course, there has been progress over the past twenty years.”

“If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have gotten the snobbish nickname of ‘Paejon’. It’s not easy to be a leader of the Apostles. The lynxes don’t even know their place and are always there.”

Yongun stabbed Kwon-Jun several times while he was lying on the floor with his stomach down.

“You said you saw a heavenly horse.”

“yes.”

“Do you think I will win?”

Yongwoon thought of Cheonma. Did he tell you to come back if you wanted to know my name?

“The Cheonma I met back then had not learned martial arts.”

“however.”

“Perhaps, if it were Cheonma back then, the old man would win.”

“What if it was a heavenly horse from a previous life?”

Yongwoon thought for a moment while looking into Kwonjon’s blood vessel.

“Half way down?”

“I see.”

It wasn’t that the reincarnated Heavenly Horse had become weaker. It was just that it didn’t move. The dragon’s time and the tiger’s time flowed differently.

Rather, it would have become stronger. Kwon-Jun seemed to know that too.

“Your words were helpful.”

“What part are you talking about?”

“The five powers of the Heavenly Sword. Do you know the name of that herb?”

“What is it?”

“Against the grain.”

“…”

It is not a reversal of the heavens. It is a leap beyond the heavens. It was the name of the last supernatural ability of the Pacheon Kwon.

A surprising river that astonishes the heavens.

A heavenly being that disturbs the sky.

A catastrophe that causes the sky to collapse.

A catastrophe that shatters the sky.

Lastly, the heavenly transcendence.

“Cheonma denied heaven from the very beginning. Hehe, a being created through a combination of intuition, talent, and environment.”

A heavenly gift, possessing heavenly-denied magic and an environment that denies heaven.

A natural disaster created by three disasters overlapping each other… That was Cheonma.

“Do you want to jump over it?”

“The sky I think of is not the sky above. It is the ‘end’ that I cannot reach.”

Kwon-Jun laughed bitterly. The reason he didn’t confront Cheon-Ma during the Cheon-Gwang-Dae-Ran was because he ignored her.

“I wish Cheonma would appear in the martial arts world again.”

The Heavenly Horse that denied the sky was the sky to Kwon-Jun.

**

Gangseo. The roots of the Jeongpa are deep. At some point, as the ties of the Sega deepened and the people began to look after them, they all belonged to the Jeongpa and solidified their positions in their home regions. Eventually, the Sapa sects that were created to avoid the weight of the Jeongpa accumulated over the years settled in areas where there were no Jeongpa members, or threw the weight away with overwhelming force and took root in their own places.

Gangseo was the former case. Gangseo Nakga. The downfall of the giant head of Jeongpa, who was in charge of one axis of the Five Great Powers.

Gangseo became a lawless zone after the disappearance of that great being.

It was not that there were no sects of the righteous, but there was no Ten Righteousnesses, and so Gangseo was like a hell where the groups of evil spirits ate each other.

That was the place. It was a place where the Sapa and Heukdo, the ambiguous and mixed, the unjust, gathered. That place was Gangseo.

“Then let’s go.”

With those words, Kwon-jon left. Even in the season when snow piled up, the huge Ji-jon, still wearing a short, torn uniform, left without even looking back.

Yongwoon and Dokgo Guwol looked at each other on a snow-covered mountain. In Dokgo Guwol’s hand was the Book of Life and Death that Kwonjon had given him.

“Let’s start.”

Simple words. The plan that would take hundreds of lives began with such simple words.

**

“Ugh…”

Dokgo Guwol touched my face and exclaimed in admiration. He was admiring my appearance reflected in the mirror placed before him.

The vulgar appearance of Dokgo Guwol was nowhere to be found, and the man in the mirror had the typical face of a middle-aged man who had experienced hardships. Everything was different, including the bone structure, the cheekbones, the size of the eyes, and even the wrinkles were etched into his face.

“This is such a crazy level of bone density.”

“What are you amazed by?”

Yongwoon’s voice had changed as well. Yongwoon’s face was that of a man who was a little over two years old, and his appearance was so ordinary that if Salsu had that face, no one would have been able to make that appearance.

“What a pity. If only you had the courage to stick a needle in my skull, I could have shown you a bone-crushing technique that even the master of the Heavenly and Human Unity would not notice.”

“…but you don’t.”

“Even if you don’t put a needle in my face, Heaven and Earth will not notice it. Or, instead, you can draw an illusion on my face skin.”

“Okay. This is enough for here.”

Inside a guest house. In a private room set up separately on the second floor of a noisy guest house, Dokgo Gu-wol and Yong-un, or rather Nak-cheon-wol and Seon-bi-un, sparkled in their eyes.

“But is it really right to start like this?”

Dokgo Guwol said in a shaky voice. Their private room was filled with the smell of mold and there were bedbugs on the bed. The guest room below was full of foul language.

It was a guest house for third-rate ronin. Yongwoon nodded.

“There’s no change to the plan. It’s easier to kill the troublesome guys before they realize that someone is coming to take my life.”

“I agree with that, but why bother with this-”

“The more statuses, the better. Don’t you agree?”

A grim middle-aged man crumpled his face.

“Still, he had a pretty decent face..”

“It seems like your appearance hasn’t changed much.”

“shut up.”

“Keep in mind. If you strike with all your internal energy in one blow, the bone spur will be released. What’s your name?”

“Nakcheonwol. Your nickname is… Samgeompilsal (Three Swords Surely Kill). You.”

“Seonbiun. His nickname is Gwisuwang (Ghost Hand King).”

It was a nickname that made people ogle. It was a grand nickname that didn’t fit a third-rate unmanned vehicle, but it was also a nickname that suited him.

Among the numerous third-rate warriors of the martial arts world, there were Geomhwangdo and Changjondo.

“I think it would be better to just run wild as a black ghost…”

Yongwoon shook his head.

“Soon. Now is not the time. The loaches have to be swayed first, so even if the black ghost appears, it won’t be sorted out.”

Yongwoon said, thinking of the black mask in his luggage.

Black Ghost. The being with that name would now become Saphain and Mine.

“Then go.”

The place they headed after leaving the inn was a place called Ipmuhoe, where many ronin warriors gathered.

It was a simple place. Gangseo was a place where ronin from all sorts of factions gathered, so they often had to use their swords, and ronin without any affiliation, like now, would go to the Ipmoohoe to check if there were any fights they could participate in.

It’s called a fight. Just like the Guangxi Iron Man and the rest of them in Guangxi, ronin participate in such fights to gain money and fame.

Or die.

There were many shabby tents that suited the shabby empty lot, but there were many of them, and the number of people standing in front of them was also many.

It was a place where swearing and shouting were rampant, but no blood was spilled here. Since the ronin’s livelihood was at stake, if they made a fuss, everyone else would immediately become their enemy.

Dokgo Guwol and Yongwoon both stood in the same line, but unlike usual, at the entrance ceremony, only two lines were long, very long.

It was a bloody battle between the two great sects, Gangseo and Heukryongchangmun, which were close to the ten evils.

‘They are both written in the death list.’

The goal is to eliminate the two of them without anyone noticing that Yongwoon intervened.

While he was thinking like that, a huge thing came in front of Yongwoon.

hmm?

“what!”

Someone shouted from behind Yongwoon. The big man turned his head and made a fierce expression, causing the man who had been swearing to close his mouth.

“Black Devil…!”

Someone muttered something like that. It seemed like the nickname of the big guy was Black Nachal, and judging from the fact that there were no more protests from behind, he seemed to be quite strong among the ronin. Yongwoon burst out laughing in disbelief.

Am I being ripped off now?

As Yongwoon stared at the large man named Heuknachal, the man thrust his face toward him.

“What, are you dissatisfied?”

Yongwoon nodded and smiled.

Yeah, this kind of thing suits me.

“If you have any complaints, what can you do-”

Bam! There was a flash of lightning and a terrible sound, and the large body, revealing the whites of its eyes, collapsed.

It was a blow.