Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Chapter 79

Episode 79 Vanity (4)

“I found it!”

The horsemen of the convoy came carrying large boxes.

“A total of seven boxes have been confirmed!”

“All contents are safe!”

Slurp.

Juhwa stood up.

I could have kept praying, but it wasn’t the time. They said they found the item, so I had to check it for myself.

She, supported by Ma Dong-pil, checked each item one by one.

“What a relief. “Everything is correct.”

The coin heaved a sigh of relief. Whatever the process, the given order was fulfilled.

“Put the goods on the wagon.”

The transport horsemen loaded the boxes. There were only a few of them, so they could all be loaded onto two wagons.

“Chief Minister, please pray a little more.”

“Yes, I think so. So…”

Juhwa glanced up the hill.

“Go and see.”

“…?”

“Now that the search is over, I just need to ask the transport team’s demons for my protection. “Master Sam, you have to help Confucius.”

“…You probably don’t need my help.”

“Still, go.”

“….”

“You are the leader of the Guardian Court, right? We’re in charge of escorting the convoy, but we’re thinking of taking a break for a bit. So, find a job that suits your purpose.”

Ma Dong-pil, who was quietly looking at the coin, lowered his head.

“Be careful.”

“Do not worry.”

Wow!

Ma Dong-pil ran up the hill. Since it was vertical and close to the cliff, I had no choice but to turn back.

Juhwa, who was watching Ma Dongpil’s disappearing back, sighed again. It was a sigh filled with frustration, unlike before.

‘You’re disqualified.’

Would you like to go for Confucius?

This is nonsense. It was right to send all the demons here.

But she couldn’t. This is because, officially, the Three Confucius must be someone who is not here.

And now she had to explain it to them.

‘You’ll be safe.’

If I hadn’t seen Samgongja’s skills, I wouldn’t have even thought of this. Whatever the explanation, Confucius’ survival comes first.

This is why people with positions have a hard time. This is because there comes a time when you have to tell lies to your subordinates even if you don’t want to.

Juhwa opened his mouth.

“All demons, gather together. “I have something to explain.”

* * *

Kaaaaaaang!

The sound of the swords clashing was much duller than before.

“Ugh!”

Jeong Il-ryong stumbles back.

“Uweek!”

Xu Liang vomited blood. His body, which had actually carried out the attack, was also shocked.

But he didn’t stop. I had no intention of stopping in the first place, and I shouldn’t have.

Because this fight is a fight where you must kill or die.

grasp!

Seoryang runs away again.

Although he is unfolding the Nine Heavenly Earth Shinbo, he does not have the characteristic speed. It was because most of my energy was consumed.

But that was enough. Jeong Il-ryong was unable to come to his senses due to his first combat experience in a long time and the severe internal injuries he received for the first time in decades.

Boom!

The sound of the thirty-geun sword cutting through the wind was so threatening that the hair on my head stood up.

Jeong Il-ryong bowed his head closely.

Sara la rock!

Hair that had been cut in clumps and blown away was scattered everywhere.

Paaang!

A white crane sword rising from the bottom.

Although he didn’t have enough power, he was sufficiently threatening.

The White Crane Sword itself was a rare treasured sword, and the Baeksang Sword Technique was also one of the ten major sword techniques of the political faction, and even Jeong Il-ryong’s enlightenment was incorporated into it.

But now his attack had no effect on Xu Liang at all.

bang!

“Ugh!”

Jeong Il-ryong stumbled again.

No matter how amazing herbivorous attacks are, they cannot stop the attack.

It was the epitome of the rise of the sword and the multiple changes of one sword.

Seoliang properly showed that a slow and dull sword overpowers a fast and light sword and suppresses various changes with simple movements.

‘How….’

Pow!

Jeong Il-ryong’s head suddenly turned. He was struck by Seo-ryang’s elbow, who did not miss the opportunity.

‘How can this brat!’

The blunt sword technique was a way to rise, but even if you learned it, it didn’t mean it would work for everyone.

Jeong Il-ryong was a transcendent expert. This is an expert that you can never easily meet even on an endless continent.

It’s been a long time since I experienced a real fight, and I was embarrassed, but I don’t have the skills to be defeated by someone like Ji-soo Hui, who looks younger than 30. How about a blunt sword?

It was true that Baeksanggeombeop, the highest peak of fantasy swordsmanship, was fast but lacking in strength and sharpness.

But even that didn’t mean much to someone as talented as Jeong Il-ryong.

Overflowing strength will give you strength, and enlightenment will revive your sharpness. Moreover, he even had a treasured sword called Baekhakgeom.

It was absolutely not easy to destroy his martial arts skills with just one 30-pound strike.

‘Could it be that this young guy’s enlightenment surpasses mine?!’

Whoops!

Jeong Il-ryong’s arm fell backwards.

This time it was dangerous. I almost dislocated my shoulder because I couldn’t overcome the impact of the collision. The protective gear was already torn and a lot of blood was flowing.

Whoa!

Xu Liang rushed forward again.

A face that is not only pale but white. The area around the nose and mouth was covered in blood. Looking at his body soaked in cold sweat, it would not have been surprising if he collapsed immediately.

But its eyes were still burning like the sun. Eyes filled with countless emotions such as death, anger, and madness were difficult to face.

Jeong Il-ryong’s face distorted.

“this guy!”

Whoa!

Xi Liang hesitated. He was hit in the shoulder by Jeong Il-ryong’s fist.

“Do you know who I am? “I am the Uicheon Alliance…!”

Bye!

“Kaaaaak!”

Jeong Il-ryong’s left shoulder sank.

Even though it was the same punch, his shoulder was broken.

It wasn’t a difference in muscles or bones. Seoliang did his best to kill Jeong Il-ryong, but he also fully recognized that the battle was not over yet.

On the other hand, Jeong Il-ryong could not do that. Embarrassment and surprise incited anger, and that anger lowered Baek Hak-gi’s temperament, which was supposed to protect his entire body.

It was the difference between magic and magic, the difference in familiarity with actual combat, and crucially, the difference in fighting spirit.

Seo-ryang swung his sword again.

Damn it!

Jeong Il-ryong kept taking a step back. Blood was pouring out of the torn protective clothing, both legs were gradually losing strength, and there were torn wounds all over the upper body.

The joints and skin of my hands could not withstand this overwhelming sword pressure. Naturally, the fighting style of Baeksang Sword Technique was shaken, and the more he did it, the more wounds he suffered on his body.

How long has it been like that?

Xu Liang screamed.

“Aaaah!!”

Quang!

With an explosion, the White Crane Sword flew backwards and neatly lodged itself in the giant tree.

After throwing away his white crane sword, Seoliang immediately released Geodo. Because my muscles had reached their limit, I could no longer swing the sword.

Jeong Il-ryong gritted his teeth and kicked up his right foot.

But before his feet could leave the ground, he saw a shadow blocking his vision.

Bye!

“Wow!”

Jeong Il-ryong fell backwards.

The look on his face as he fell was truly cruel. Not only was my nose bone crushed, but my eyeball and one cheekbone sank down.

Is it just that? Four broken front teeth were lying on the ground next to him.

“Mi… crazy!”

I can’t even pronounce it properly. No, I was in no condition to speak.

Nevertheless, the reason I expressed my astonishment was because the opponent’s attack was so barbaric.

‘Headbutt!’

This does not mean that there are those who trained their foreheads and attacked their opponents with their heads, even though they were called iron-headed swordsmen.

But at best, they are only third-rate Parakhos. A true expert does not attempt to attack using his head, which is focused on all the vital points of the human body.

Seolyang was panting but still grinning. His face, soaked with Jeong Il-ryong’s blood, looked as vicious as the devil.

“Huh! Huh! “You look bad.”

Seo-ryang, who spat out spit mixed with blood, suddenly stabbed Jeong Il-ryong in the knee.

Quack!

“Kwaaaak!”

Jeong Il-ryong, whose knee was shattered, screamed.

Not only was the leg broken, but the joint was crushed and even the cartilage was torn. Even if I regain my martial arts skills, I will not be able to use one leg for the rest of my life.

“Gasp! pup! “Gasp!”

Seoryang’s body, which was about to break the other leg, suddenly tilted.

“uh? uh?”

dump!

“Keueuung!”

Xu Liang gritted his teeth. While going crazy to kill Jeong Il-ryong, his body exceeded its limits.

If it weren’t for the recovery power of the Shadow Demon Qi, the muscles in his entire body would have been ruptured by now.

“Wow! Gasp! You, you bastard, just wait a minute! Gasp! “I will cut off your limbs alive!!”

The sorrow felt in the voice screaming evil is no joke.

Jeong Il-ryong became anxious.

I couldn’t see straight ahead and one of my legs was broken, but I couldn’t stay like this. If that crazy guy wakes up, he will truly be dead.

‘We must run away!’

He was a guy who shouldn’t have been fighting like this in the first place. He suddenly fell down.

“Crrrrrrrrr.”

Blood was foaming at the mouth. Ever since I joined the Uicheon League, or even since I entered martial arts, I have never been injured this much.

My body became paralyzed in pain and my head froze in fear. He was struggling to somehow get out of this place.

Xu Liang gritted his teeth.

“Wherever you are going to bounce …

It was excruciating pain. My whole body felt like it was on fire.

But why do you scream at pain?

Before my eyes, one of the enemies is struggling and crawling on the ground.

I mean, get up quickly and soak it!

‘shit!’

Can not be done.

Not because of the pain, but because it is structurally impossible. If you move any further, the remaining magical energy will flow back, increasing the possibility of being struck by a demonic energy.

If you can’t kill the other person and you’re the only one who gets caught in the mouth and suffers, how can you live because you feel unfair? Seoliang gritted his teeth and glared at Jeong Il-ryong.

At that time, Jeong Il-ryong glanced back. Although one eye was damaged and he could not see properly, he instinctively tried to check the other person.

A spark flew into Seo-ryang’s eyes.

Jeong Il-ryong’s single eye, looking at himself, was full of anger and fear. When I looked at those eyes, I remembered the past of the guy looking down at me with a white smile.

“…kill!”

Good!

Amyeongjinmagong, which had been forcibly closed, was reopened.

This time it wasn’t intentional. The anger that broke through the limit stimulated the demonic spirit, and the stimulated demonic spirit accurately read what the emotion wanted.

The devil ‘understood’ that in order to relieve this feeling, he had no choice but to kill the other person horribly.

Quack!

Although the hands on the ground were trembling, Seoryang’s body was raised.

Cheeeeeek! Tootuk!

White smoke rose from the body. At the same time, blood dripped from his nose.

The entrance ceremony to the Underworld was carried out as planned, but there was not enough demonic power to open the gates of hell.

In order to maintain that state, natural magic had no choice but to touch Wonjeong, the source of vitality.

Jeong Il-ryong couldn’t help but get tired of his opponent’s persistence.

‘Crazy guy!’

I really couldn’t understand. How on earth could you have such a deep grudge against someone you’ve never met that you even bothered to leave the place?

Seo-liang raised his head and glared at Jeong Il-ryong.

The man’s lethality, with neither his body nor his strength, nor anything else, was twice as strong as before.

“Ugh.”

Jeong Il-ryong crawled on the ground like crazy. Even though it was a turtle’s crawling speed, the fear of dying if it stopped paralyzed his reason.

But it was no use.

grasp! Quack!

“Kaaaaak!”

It approaches in an instant and steps on my broken leg again. Jeong Il-ryong foamed at the mouth from the indescribable pain.

Grumbling.

Continuous nosebleeds.

It was not surprising that he lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss, but Seo-ryang’s expression was full of refreshment.

Rather, it seemed as if the anger welling up to the top of my head was being relieved by flowing through the pouring blood.

At that time, Ma Dong-pil appeared.

“Confucius!”

Seoliang grinned. It seemed like he didn’t even know that Ma Dong-pil had appeared.

“You shouldn’t have touched me like that.”

He coolly lifted his leg.

The place his foot was aiming for was Jeong Il-ryong’s neck.

Kwasik!