3
4
5.
Just as Jin So-un said, the enemies’ attacks stopped abruptly as soon as we entered the Demon Realm.
Countless people collapsed on the way here and could not rejoin.
Nevertheless, not a single person voiced a sound of resentment or expressed anger.
Because the one who led them came all the way here at the very front, bearing the greatest danger.
Those who had been grumbling, asking if he really wanted to play the boss even in a situation like this, fell silent at the blood he was shedding.
Those who had been complaining that their plight was not being considered bowed their heads at his desperate appearance.
He did everything he could to struggle just as he had said, and he did his best. ‘To think he actually made his words come true.’ It was certainly the worst situation.
No one can easily have hope.
Falling into the abyss of despair, forced to merely ruminate on the past life and foolishly flounder in regret…
The worst situation where those who could not even do that are forced to look only to vain hope.
In such a situation, Jin So-un carried out preposterous deeds and led the people.
Without expecting any price or reward.
He wanted only one thing.
authority.
That which he originally should have had.
He eventually bore more responsibility than the authority he had obtained.
He kept his promise at the risk of his life.
I saw Cheol-sun-jik for the first time.
A human being bearing such immense weight.
I haven’t seen it in Jukhyeonbang, in Jongnam, or anywhere else.
Even though he was walking while staggering like that, his back looked incredibly large.
His standards, which I thought wouldn’t be much different from mine, seemed incredibly high.
It was a strange thing.
Even when looking at Nam Hwa-seong, who was two heads taller than himself, he didn’t get the impression that he was big.
To think that looking at Jin So-un makes me feel like my neck would hurt from looking at that dizzying height.
Seriously, who on earth is this man…
“Uh, uh?!”
At that moment, Il-hwi, a member of the Third Squad, saw Jin So-un about to collapse and quickly threw himself at him.
Thump.
Ilhwi narrowly caught Jin So-un, who was about to collapse to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.
and…….
“huh?”
Ilhwi’s surroundings were filled with people who willingly rushed to Jin So-un, regardless of whether they were from the Jeongdohoe, Baekdohoe, or the Twelve Peaks.
“…….”
An awkward silence hung between them.
Because among those here, there was no one who had a friendly relationship or interacted with Jin So-un.
On the contrary, there were only plenty of people who were jealous of and trying to keep him in check.
“……
Uh, your thing. Are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?
“Huh? It seems fine. Monk Ilhwi, are you okay?”
“Ah… hmm, my pulse is a little slow, but I think I’ll be fine. I guess I’m just tired.”
However, now he pours out sincere worries.
“Is that so? Good grief, what are we supposed to do if the Master collapses…?”
“It looks like the Master is really lacking in stamina… We have our sect’s elixir; would it be alright if I gave it to him?”
Then, everyone started rummaging through their pockets and taking something out.
It was an unfamiliar sight even to Cheol-sun-jik.
Even among members of the same group, or even the same sect, it is a martial artist not to easily reveal the spiritual elixirs or emergency medicines they possess.
Cheol-sun-jik grasped the nature of the martial arts world early on.
The fighting between sects will never end until the massive power structure known as the Murim Alliance, which dominates the Central Plains, disappears.
“Even after the Murim Alliance disappears, the Jeongdohoe and the Baekdohoe’s Twelve Peaks will probably keep each other in check, wanting to kill one another more than their real enemies.” “What on earth is going on in this situation…” Before anyone could say a word, he found himself rummaging through his pockets and pulling something out.
It wasn’t just for Jin So-un’s sake.
The members of the Jeongdohoe treat the members of the Baekdohoe, and the members of the Baekdohoe take care of the members of the 12 Peaks.
Transcending their respective sects and statuses, people were acting as if they truly belonged to the same group.
Cheol-sun-jik looked at the person responsible for bringing about this whole situation. ‘A true dragon
Is it… … ‘A Dragon to a Disciple of a Third-Rate Sect
There are no cases where the letter Iran is attached.
Dragon
and Bong (Phoenix)
Because it holds very special symbolism.
Who could easily shoulder this character, which means that once it appears, it changes the world?
Therefore.
I thought Jin So-un’s nickname was nothing more than a subject of ridicule and mockery.
Moreover, the person who gifted the nickname was the second-in-command of the Four Emperors’ Peak. ‘We were fools…’ Perhaps the hero of the Black Path had recognized it first.
The true dragon that should have been crouching in the shadows of Baekdo
second.
Cheol-sun-jik could not easily shake off the feeling that he had become a very small human being today. #It was when I came to my senses that I realized I had fainted.
I was being carried on the back of Geumpyo, a member of the fifth division.
But was his back this wide?
Kids grow up so fast.
“How long have you been asleep?”
Geumpyo answered without turning his head.
It hasn’t been long. Please rest a little longer.
A voice that was somehow low.
What happened?
“The other people…….”
The others are fine. So please just stay put.
I guess I have to get off…….
Just then, someone next to me clumsily stabbed the demon acupoint.
I turned my eyes to look and it was Eunho.
You may just stay put, Senior Brother.
Does he think I won’t be able to break this blood barrier?
The Life and Death Squad continues to move, and aside from the monsters, those damn bastards haven’t appeared.
Eunho’s voice is also unusual.
But why on earth aren’t they showing their faces?
Did something really happen?
“Who is it? Who died?”
No one died.
Then why aren’t you showing your face?
Only then did Eunho turn his head sharply.
Unlike his fierce face, his eyes were glistening.
He stared at me with an expression that made it impossible to tell if he was trying to vent his anger or pour out his tears.
“Senior Brother… didn’t he almost die!”
At his words, I swallowed the words I was about to blurt out.
“The First and Second Grand Masters are currently paving the way. So… please, get some more rest. Senior Brother!”
As Eun-ho forcibly released the pressure point he had pointed out and squirmed his body to get off Geum-pyo’s back, the pressure point was thrust in again.
This one is a bit strong.
“Who else…….”
“If you don’t stay still…….”
A voice colder than frost pierces the ears.
“Next time, I’m going to tie you up tightly with a rope.”
Saryeon’s voice is filled with coldness.
When did these guys get so big?
Although he demonstrated better bloodline techniques than Eunho, he still lacks sufficient study of the Taeeul Jingyeong.
It didn’t take long for me to release the blood clot and eventually dismount from Geumpyo’s back.
Stagger.
“Senior Brother……!”
The feeling of touching the floor is strange.
I felt a little dizzy, but after taking a couple of breaths, I felt fine right away.
It’s okay.
“You’re not even in good health…”
Just as I was about to move again, Saryeon grabbed my shoulder.
“Why… are you going to such lengths?”
Why are you going to such lengths… … .
I stared into the empty air for a moment.
I’m tired of watching someone die.
Because that scene will eventually stay in my mind.
Eventually, he turned his head and made eye contact with the priests one by one.
I want to stop accumulating bad memories.
There is probably no one among the students at the academy who has more inner strength than me.
And aside from those close to Taeeulmun, there would be no one who has practiced the exercises.
At a time when there isn’t even time to practice energy flow for a moment, me standing in front is the best way to prevent someone’s death.
I asked Yang Ja-pyeong, who was looking at me with a strange expression.
“Great Hero Yang, how long have you been here?”
Why don’t you take a rest?
Great Hero Yang.
Yang Ja-pyeong clutched his head and let out a long sigh.
About three hours have passed.
Has it really been that long?
Didn’t the enemies appear?
There were none. Moreover, as the academy students gradually become more skilled at hunting monsters, casualties are also decreasing. ……
So, why don’t you rest a little more?
That’s strange. To think that no enemy has appeared even once in three hours.
Even if the monsters attack the demons first, isn’t it more fitting for us demons to take the risk and launch an attack rather than letting us escape because of it?
Because they are crazy bastards who don’t even consider it a sacrifice in the first place.
“Great Hero Yang, how much difference is there in distance if we go around and take the western exit instead of crossing the Demonic Realm?”
“Well, I’ve never measured it precisely, and… it would probably vary depending on who it is.”
“What if we assume he is a first-class warrior? Assuming he runs within reasonable limits.”
It looks like there will be a difference of about a day.
There is a risk of being surrounded.
We moved in the exact opposite way of their expectations.
They must have been unprepared as well.
What kind of madman in the world would run into death to escape his enemies?
Even though I acted contrary to their expectations, it came at the cost of many sacrifices to shake them off.
That is why we cannot let our guard down.
Because we can’t estimate how many troops those bastards have deployed in Mukrim.
If we stop even for a moment, we don’t know when we might be surrounded.
If you are besieged in the Demon Realm, a situation even more disastrous than what happens in the Mukrim will unfold.
The best option is to cross the Demon Realm and get out of the Mukrim before they arrive.
Who is holding the road?
“People from our sect are taking turns guiding you, so please do not worry…”
“How many died?”
Yang Ja-pyeong’s eyes waver as he tightly closes his mouth.
This isn’t a time to be resting.
This is also a decision of our clan.
“You’re saying dying is the decision?”
Yang Ja-pyeong, who had been silent for a moment, meets my gaze with unwavering eyes.
“If the Master dies… no one will be able to survive.”
Lord Danju… This person wasn’t even asked for command authority in the first place.
And even if you say you will stand in front, no one will allow it.
I can’t believe you won’t allow it.
Leaving behind Yang Ja-pyeong’s incomprehensible words and the priests’ worries, he began to move toward the vanguard.
“Huh? You’re already up?”
“I told you, our Kunlun Sect’s elixirs are the best for evil spirits.”
Leaving behind those strange guys who had the look of a father feeding his child.
With every step I take, conversations whose meaning I still cannot understand pass back and forth around me.
However, the formation was different from before.
I could clearly see the faces of people who didn’t need to be in front.
“Aren’t you a member of the 8th Battalion? Why are you here?”
“Please understand. The Master’s orders are absolute, but the front must have been so empty.”
There were many casualties among the first and second generations, and due to the loss of manpower, the workforce of the third and fourth generations filled the void.
And those who were behind filled the void created by the left and right wings.
All of this happened voluntarily while I was unconscious.
Taking the sacrifice oneself, solely by one’s own choice.
Is that so? Well done.
“Saying that I’m shy about praising you…….”
Keep up the good work.
As I finished speaking and was about to move forward again, everyone in front of me turned to look at me.
“No, when did that happen?”
“I told you to check the demonic acupoints as soon as he woke up! Who is it? You punk who hasn’t even properly learned the Acupoint Technique….”
“Is it because of the Bloodline Technique? It must be the Internal Energy. How could you knock out someone who pinned the instructor down with their Internal Energy?”
What on earth are these bastards talking about?
“Should I just knock him out with my poison instead?”
I was dumbfounded by the words of the seventh head, Dang Gi-han, that followed.
What kind of bullshit is this?
“Master, please rest a little more. You pushed yourself too hard on the way here.”
“Right, Master, you’re not a dragon bone, so you should at least treat your wounds.”
“Don’t you know the virtues of a commander? A general is supposed to stay in the back.”
Watching those guys speak as if they were of one mind, regardless of their affiliation, I wondered if I was dreaming.
Wow, they really get along well with each other.
But these bastards. They call him ‘Master’ without fail… but their speech is so curt?
Well, should I just pretend I don’t know for now?
While I was contemplating whether to be happy about the unity that had been achieved for the first time in my past life, or to be angry about the insubordination.
The speed of the matrix decreased rapidly.
“What, what is it?”
“Wait! Stop!”
A commotion was heard from the front.
Stopping a step that has never stopped until now?
Move aside.
I pushed past the students and moved forward.
Perhaps sensing something was off, no one stood in their way.
As I reached the vanguard, I saw Ilgak and Namhwaseong standing still at the very front, staring straight ahead. ‘Surely not, is it the Demonic Cult?’ If these are demons appearing in a situation like this, I shouldn’t stop; I must push forward.
It is a situation where the best option is to face them in a place with as many monsters as possible.
“what’s the matter.”
He placed his hand on Nam Hwa-seong’s shoulder, but Nam Hwa-seong did not turn his head.
It stopped stiffly for even a moment.
Trembling
Moreover, there was a moment when his unwavering resolve was never broken even once in front of the demons.
He was trembling uncontrollably.
“J-Jin Danju…….”
“The ‘that’ situation that Jin Dan-ju spoke of has occurred.”
“what?”
Il-gak added, his lips trembling.
I mean… a ‘dog-like’ situation.
What are you talking about? Why is this bald guy using words he never used before…
That thing.
Let’s shift our gaze following the finger of one corner.
“Grrr…….”
On one side of the forest, a ball of fur the size of a house was growling, baring its teeth.
Exuding hostility from fishy eyes.
“Fuck…….”
There was no need to heighten my senses just to feel the spiritual vein.
No matter how much of a monster it is, this size is going too far.
That being I thought I absolutely never wanted to meet ever since capturing the Sun Empress.
So that’s why those bastards haven’t shown their faces.
A being that appeared to be one of the four great spirits of Mukrim was firmly settled in.
