Dark and Light Martial Emperor

Chapter 881

Episode 881

Lord of the King of Fist (6)

Thirteen seats of the Holy Heaven.

It refers to absolute masters who are revered as legends in the powerhouses of their time.

This era could be said to be the heyday of martial arts, with as many as thirteen masters of martial arts, which are said to be difficult to produce in one generation, as many as thirteen.

Of course, there were no times like this.

Even when the Blood Religion War broke out 300 years ago, countless martial arts masters, like the powerful men of the time, appeared and protected the world from blood religion demons who walked the extreme of non-human and external ways.

At that time, Emperor Shafang Wu, who fought with many martial arts masters, was the unrivaled best man in the world and contributed to the victory of the central plains by displaying his powerful force against the blood demons who were threatening the central plains.

To put it another way, it means that the Hyeolgyo side also had martial arts players that were comparable to or better than those in the central world. This was a passage that showed how powerful the blood religion was at the time.

And now.

The world once again gave birth to countless geniuses and created another legend under the name of Seongcheon.

However, if we think about the history of 300 years ago, it is worth thinking differently about the fact that so many geniuses were born at that time.

The energy of the world repeats strength and decline. In the process, when yin becomes strong, yang raises its head to resolve it, and if righteousness goes too far, evil is born again to balance it.

In other words, the fact that so many martial arts masters have emerged in the land of the central plains can be interpreted to mean that another group that can compete with them is holding its breath.

The law of the world is that there is no excess or deficiency, so even though it may seem like there is nothing to compare to the past and present right now, as time goes by, we will naturally face a period of elimination.

The world was like that. That was the case with Moorim.

Yeon Ho-jeong killed King Bi and assumed the title of new king. As a result, the name of Seongcheon Thirteenth Place was maintained as is.

However, when Master Gong accepted suffering for the sake of the world and attempted to ascend to the rank of Maeng Juwi, he, who had already realized everything, immediately broke through the martial arts stage and became the second saint of Shaolin after Gwon Shin.

People respected Gong Daesa’s outstanding martial arts and personality and did not hesitate to give him the title of King of Kwon and at the same time elevate him to a new rank.

In fact, even if you have reached the level of martial arts, you can only make your name into the heavenly realm by reaching a higher level through intense training.

However, Ambassador Gong Gong, who exploded everything he had suppressed so far, ignored the huge gap in just one moment and obtained a force comparable to that of the three armies. This was confirmed with the testimony of the Geomje Namgung Seung and the Doge Jongribaek Baek Byeongshingun Makwon.

However, since he rose to the prestigious position of Murim lord, people gave him the title of king, not king.

Gwonwangmaengju (????) public ambassador.

With this, the moment has come for the Seongcheon Thirteen Places to be called the Four Four Places, but Gok-gyeong bursts out with a remark that seems like a bolt from the blue.

“The Blood Jade Demon, who was imprisoned in the imperial palace prison, lost all his inner strength and became a ruined person. A comeback is impossible, so he is no longer a saint.”

It was a remark made by someone who was not someone else but a member of the same three armies and came as the emperor’s representative. The weight of those words was no different from those of the emperor, and in terms of depth of trust, it could be said to be the highest level of testimony.

In the end, Seongcheon’s thirteen positions were maintained as is. However, there were five kings and two monarchs remaining, and the detailed titles were reorganized.

They are one god, two gods, three emperors, five kings, and the black and white twins.

The highly developed martial arts of the central plains has brought about the flowering of many geniuses and created legends of thirteen positions, so only one person must be left out to occupy that position.

A public ambassador who has become a new saint.

The appointment ceremony for the first Murim Lord ended with Seongcheon’s name.

The tightly gathered Baekdo martial arts masters cheered towards the first leader. Now that there is finally someone who can hold the center of the Murim Alliance, the affairs of the Murim Alliance will be handled more quickly and reliably in the future.

And time goes by.

Many people gathered again at the place where the Geomje and the Great King had met before.

* * *

“It’s a festival…”

Mukbi sighed.

“Is this really a festival?”

“It’s a festival.”

The official shrugged his shoulders.

“For the martial arts people of the world, the dancing of the strong is in itself learning and enjoyment. “Moreover, the dance moves of super-adepts who have reached great heights can be said to be the best of the best.”

“Anyway…”

“There were a lot of Bimu festivals. Even on celebration days for local clans, several masters often add to the excitement of the festival by showing off their martial arts skills.”

“I see.”

“Since it has reached the level of the Murim League, the status of the non-Murimans is also frightening. “The leader is definitely not ordinary either.”

The party very naturally called the public ambassador ‘Maengju.’

A title was bound to lose its authority if no one called it. One way or another, the party officials, who had lived in a world with a clear hierarchy, were quicker than anyone else to recognize public ambassadors as leaders.

“By the way, you managed to attract apprentice Noh Seon-bae.”

Kang-ryang said as he took a lick of his appetite.

“The last time I saw you, I thought you didn’t like places with this much snow.”

Makwon chuckled.

“Beyond not liking him, he seemed like a personality you would dislike. “It seemed like you had the personality of not being involved in anything in the world other than your own martial arts.”

Jinyang grumbled.

“You really are someone who is just starting out.”

“I guess he was able to raise his martial arts skills to the highest level because he was so advanced. “The majority of people who achieve historic achievements are those wall-windows.”

“Huh.”

“by the way.”

Makwon put his hand on his eyebrows. Although the weather was cool, there was a lot of sunlight shining down.

“It’s a nice place.”

The top floor of the building, far away from the off-stage, was where Makwon’s gaze was directed.

And there were about twenty people sitting in that open space.

The military, servants, and elders were centered around the leader, Gong Daesa. Everyone was there except for the hotel staff who had come here because they didn’t like the uncomfortable seats.

They were the undisputed leaders of the Murim Alliance, and now that the leader had been elected, they could no longer sit comfortably as before.

That wasn’t all.

Many people were looking up from all over the buildings near the off-stage. And there were countless people standing between buildings.

Several members of the Murim Alliance’s combat units stood guard from afar.

When the Geomje and the Emperor competed the other day, a significant area was devastated. Now, a space twice as large as then was used as an off-stage, so the number of unit members deployed was correspondingly large.

“Anyway, it’s going to be a very exciting fight.”

Makwon turned his head.

In one corner, Yeon Ho-jeong was sitting cross-legged. It wasn’t really about luck or meditation. He just looked like he was thinking deeply about something with his arms crossed in that position.

Makwon asked.

“why? “Are you nervous?”

“yes?”

“Are you nervous?”

Yeon Ho-jeong chuckled.

“Of course I’m nervous. The other person is ‘the’ apprentice. “He is a strongman of Cheonoecheon who is treated on the same level as Geomje Seonbae.”

“But haven’t you grown since then?”

“Of course it is. But somehow it seems like it will be a harder fight than before.”

Makwon nodded.

“Yes, I think there might be a compatibility issue.”

Now that Yeonhojeong has realized the Yellow Dragon, he has not yet created a plausible new law.

In other words, the best martial arts he has right now are white striking techniques such as fighting and fighting. Although it can be said that it is at the highest level because it has won a battle in the first place, there is bound to be a difference from using ‘even weaponry’.

“But I think we can somehow make a good fight. “I think I can learn something big.”

It was then.

Wow!!

Tremendous cheers erupted from the off-stage in the distance.

“You’re here.”

A little tension appeared on Makwon’s face.

“The guy who doesn’t like that kind of thing got on the off stage first. “It means that you came here with purpose.”

“Whether the words are mixed or not, it’s a game anyway. “If you don’t decide, you will get eaten.”

Yeon Ho-jeong relaxed his posture and stood up.

Zhuge Zhenyeon, who had been quiet until now without saying anything, asked.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“What’s not okay?”

“The opponent is Doje Seonbae. “He is a tremendous powerhouse.”

Considering the strong players Yeonhojeong had faced so far, it was nothing new.

However, Zhuge Yan had never seen Yeon Ho-jeong fight with an expert of his size. I was understandably nervous.

Yeon Ho-jeong hit Zhuge Zhen’s head with the blade of his hand.

“Don’t worry unnecessarily and get everything you can.”

“It hurts, you bastard!”

“You are also a warrior. Instead of seeing me as a friend, you should see me as an expert who has a lot to learn. At least that is the case for now.”

Zhuge Yan nodded with a serious face.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Yeon Ho-jeong turned his gaze to Bu-seon.

“I will also use Master’s martial arts skills.”

Buseon’s eyes sparkled.

“Black lion?”

“I will use all the martial arts I learned from my martial arts master. Still, he’s a tough opponent to beat. So, keep an eye on it.”

“yes.”

Yeon Ho-jeong turned his head again.

There were many people around. Mukbi, Kangryang, Jinyang, Makwon, as well as the Jegal siblings and Buseon.

Even Mo Yong-woo, who leads the troops from afar, is worried about himself, and Pae-yul, who is with the Jeomchang warriors, is also nervous.

‘That’s a lot.’

Yeon Ho-jeong once again realized that there were so many people who cared for him.

‘It’s the same as then, but different.’

Darkness Emperor.

Even at the time when he was called the best man of the Black Island and swept the world, he had many comrades by his side.

However, in those days when he was busy fighting, he recognized his comrades as beings to be remembered, but could not accept them as the joy of life itself. There was no room for that.

It was different now.

‘I am now standing in the middle of the world.’

Wooooow.

The yellow dragon stretched.

A clear and certain piece of recognition awakened his mood.

It could certainly be said to be a small but definite realization. At this moment, the yellow dragon energy rushed through his entire body, greatly amplifying his vitality.

“You shouldn’t keep your senior waiting. “I’ll just go now.”

The friends shouted together.

“Come and have fun.”

“Don’t give up. “It may be difficult.”

“older brother! “The mission is just around the corner, so don’t get hurt!”

“cheer up.”

Yeon Ho-jeong climbed onto the non-stage without hesitation, carrying on his back the enthusiastic support.

Wow!!

The shouts of countless people.

Even Yeon Ho-jeong, who reached the ultimate level, felt his body shaking with the cheers of many people.

“Are you here?”

Zhong Libai’s expression was brighter than expected. It was difficult to find any signs of irritation or burden.

Rather, he seemed very excited to face a strong opponent who had no shortcomings.

Yeon Ho-jeong said with a smile.

“I will give up pretentious things like Tongseongmyeong and Pogwonjirye.”

“Things that have no need for fighting.”

“But before we dance, there’s something I’d like to ask you.”

“Something?”

“Senior Noh, did you come here only for yourself?”

“Of course. “I have always lived for myself.”

“okay.”

“But…”

Zhong Libai glanced at a place.

Among the countless crowds, there was one man who particularly caught his eye.

“Now I have to get my student to graduate too. “It would be nice if I could get this and that.”

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.

“Me too.”

He looked at the place where the Dukes were in the distance.

There was Yeonwi with a stern face.

“Okay then.”

Thump! Thump!

Yeon Ho-jeong, who clashed his fists, immediately lowered his posture.

“Shall we begin?”

Slurp!

A terrifying sword wind swirled from Zhonglibaek’s body as he took out the true evil sword.

“I hope it will be a fun fight.”

Faaagh!

Regardless of who went first, the two rushed towards each other.