Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 85

“How many are there?”

At the languid voice, Shim Hyuk didn’t feel anything strange for a moment.

It was a voice like that of an old friend asking how he was doing.

The strangeness was felt a moment later.

“…….”

Silence.

The surrounding noise had disappeared.

And there, Shim Hyuk could feel the martial artists, players, and ordinary people within his sight, all stiffened.

He tried to turn around.

“I asked how many came.”

But his gaze wouldn’t turn.

‘I’ll die.’

The martial artist’s instinct was telling him the fear of death.

If he turned around, he would die.

“Who are you….”

Shim Hyuk asked quietly.

“I’m the one asking the questions.”

His eyes slowly fell downwards.

The meeting uniform he had always been proud of, which he considered a sign of his life.

Its chest was torn open.

That which had pierced through his chest.

“Cough….”

It was a human hand.

“You… can’t… disobey… orders….”

Shim Hyuk spoke, thinking his opponent was a master of the Hao Clan.

“Why?”

The question came.

‘This guy, he’s definitely back.’

It was clear that a master who had been doing external activities had belatedly noticed the changes in the Hao Clan and returned.

His chest was pierced, but he was a martial artist.

Moreover, there was also an elixir that could heal any wound if he didn’t die.

‘I can live.’

If he could just make this guy back off….

“Your… god… the proof….”

“God?”

“The Clan Leader… our orders….”

“Is that so?”

Hope appeared.

“Get this hand out….”

“Yes. You should.”

The hand pulled out in an instant.

Fwoosh!

A fountain of blood gushed from Shim Hyuk’s chest.

Shim Hyuk’s pupils shook as he hurriedly moved his inner energy to stop the bleeding.

‘The bleeding… won’t stop?’

Masters who had reached the Hwagyung realm [a high level of martial arts mastery] could control their bodies using inner energy.

Small cuts could be easily stopped by moving muscles, and even penetrating wounds could be stopped from bleeding.

But the wound he had suffered now was not healing at all.

‘No.’

The inner energy wasn’t moving.

“How is it?”

The voice that came again was faint.

“How does it feel to have your organs torn out while you’re still alive?”

A phrase he had heard somewhere.

Thud.

Shim Hyuk collapsed as he was, his head hitting the ground.

Shim Hyuk’s breathing could no longer be heard.

The owner of the hand, stained crimson.

“Answer. How many are here?”

Lee Ro-woon spoke to the remaining martial artists of the Meeting.

Their pupils shook greatly.

Shim Hyuk was a master.

A master who had reached the middle stage of Hwagyung, and a true martial artist who had trained in martial arts for a long time, not a created one.

Such a Shim Hyuk was killed in one move, even if it was a surprise attack.

Gulp.

The opponent was a master several levels above Shim Hyuk.

“A… a hundred….”

Someone spoke, unable to overcome their fear.

“A hundred, you say.”

The languid voice echoed.

“Go.”

At his one word, the pupils that had been shaking with fear now shook with hope.

The possibility that they could live.

“Thank….”

The martial artist who said that was the same.

Thud.

He fell without even knowing what had happened.

Swoosh.

Lee Ro-woon swept his hair back and spoke again.

“Bring them all.”

***

‘There’s a lot of anger inside you.’

It was something that Master Shin Yeo-wool often said when he was creating his body.

‘Anger that will disappear will disappear, but there is also anger that will not disappear.’

Shin Yeo-wool, the Martial King, had said that.

He didn’t say any nonsense like forgetting petty, futile emotions, or that forgiveness was the greatest revenge.

‘Let it explode.’

He was taught to acknowledge his emotions and resolve them.

‘However.’

There was a condition.

“Make sure you explode it in the right direction.”

Yes, that’s what his master had said.

Anger.

Lee Ro-woon thought he had forgotten everything.

He thought he had shed a lot of things during the hundred years he had been taught by his masters.

‘An immeasurable time.’

The fight with chaos.

It was a time that continued for what might be a few seconds for some, a few hours for others, and more than a few hundred days for others.

He thought he had shed everything during that time.

But it wasn’t.

‘It was just hidden.’

It was just hidden in a corner of his heart.

As the situation repeated and he saw the same things again, the emotions he had hidden had awakened.

He tried to deny it.

He had already transcended, and he no longer cared about such trivial emotions.

“I wasn’t.”

He grinned.

Drop, drop….

Blood droplets flowed from his arm.

A large puddle had formed beneath his feet.

“…….”

Numerous gazes were on him.

There was a commonality in those gazes.

‘Fear.’

The fear of a huge enemy that could not be resisted.

Half of the Meeting’s martial artists who had come at Lee Ro-woon’s call had become a puddle of blood in this place.

“Are the rest not here yet?”

No one answered Lee Ro-woon’s question.

Gulp.

They just swallowed and gripped their weapons.

The martial arts they had trained for decades and ingrained in their bodies could not take root in their bodies at this moment.

“W-what are you doing!”

A martial artist from the Meeting shouted.

“Kill that guy right now…!”

The martial artists of the Meeting who had gained command were ordering the Hao Clan members to die.

The martial artist of the Meeting who had given the order.

Thwack!

He died with a blood needle stuck in his forehead.

“……….”

The martial artists of the Meeting no longer shouted or approached.

They must have wanted to run away, but they had already confirmed it.

‘Master Key.’

A key can open or close a door.

Lee Ro-woon had entered the world of the Hao Clan and locked the door.

Without his permission, or the key to the world.

They couldn’t leave without the real thing.

“There’s nowhere to run.”

Wham.

When Lee Ro-woon stepped on the puddle of blood beneath his feet.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!

Blood needles that could not be counted appeared around Lee Ro-woon.

“You’re going to die here.”

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow!

The blood needles flew through the air at the same time.

They were masters of the Meeting who could easily block the throwing knives of assassins.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

But they couldn’t block Lee Ro-woon’s blood needles.

Some unfolded sword barriers, but Lee Ro-woon’s blood needles pierced through the sword barriers.

Some tried to cut the blood needles with their blades.

Trickle.

The blood needles instantly turned into blood and flowed along the blade.

Pow!

They became solid again and pierced through their foreheads.

When Lee Ro-woon had said a few more words, there were only about ten martial artists of the Meeting left standing.

“…….”

Lee Ro-woon’s eyes twitched.

“Now, a proper opponent has appeared.”

The energies surrounding him.

They were energies that were approaching cautiously from afar, as if herding prey.

Among them, a unique energy.

Gu Woong.

A huge man appeared, shaking the air.

It was clear at a glance.

He was not a martial artist of the Meeting.

“Who are you?”

The huge man asked.

* * *

Jinchun Tower.

It was the center of the Hao Clan and where the Clan Leader resided.

It had existed since before the world was fragmented, and even after the fragmentation, it had firmly established itself as the center of the Hao Clan.

In Jinchun Tower, the highest floor in the world of the Hao Clan.

“……..”

Everything that was happening in the Hao Clan was visible.

“In the end….”

With a sunken voice, Ha Se-min spoke as he watched the commotion that was happening in the distance.

The door was closed, and the Meeting was blocking the entrance.

He thought he wouldn’t be able to come.

“He came.”

Even so, he came.

‘Lee Ro-woon.’

He was hunting the martial artists of the Meeting.

“He’s always reckless.”

It wasn’t that Ha Se-min didn’t know what Lee Ro-woon was doing now.

Coming here meant that there was someone who would guide him through the Hao Clan.

Lee Ro-woon must have heard the laws governing the Hao Clan, the permission of the Three Gates, from that person.

Normally, it was standard to follow the laws.

But Lee Ro-woon had deviated from the standard.

“He’s telling me to come.”

He was causing a commotion and calling for him.

“How can he become so strong in such a short period of time?”

The aura he was emitting now was different from when he had last seen him.

The completely changed aura made him doubt if he was the same person.

“Really….”

Ha Se-min said, turning his head.

“If he is the one the Clan Leader has been waiting for, what will happen?”

Behind his long legs, Ha Jin, with her small frame, was sitting.

“If he is really that person.”

Ha Jin’s voice could be heard.

“The Hao Clan belongs to him.”

Ha Se-min bit his lip at Ha Jin’s words.

“What on earth….”

Ha Se-min couldn’t understand.

The Clan Leader was his god.

She was no different from the god of the Hao Clan.

Yet, she was always waiting for something.

“What is it that you have to give everything away?”

It was the first time Ha Se-min had questioned Ha Jin.

Growing up, he had accepted and followed everything Ha Jin had told him.

But not anymore.

Even when he first met Lee Ro-woon, Ha Se-min didn’t have such thoughts.

However.

‘The Divine Seal.’

That one seal that the Meeting had brought had changed Ha Se-min’s mind.

The Clan Leader, who loved and cherished the Hao Clan more than anyone else, had entrusted all the power of the Hao Clan to the Meeting with just one seal.

She had swept away the history and wealth she had built, and even the disciples she cherished, with just one seal.

“I am not your god.”

Ha Jin said.

“I have never once said that I am your god.”

“I know.”

Ha Se-min clenched his fist.

“But the Clan Leader is my god.”

Ha Se-min looked back at the scene of the commotion.

“What if he is not that person?”

What if Lee Ro-woon was not the one Ha Jin had been waiting for?

“We will have to follow the Meeting that has the seal.”

“Then!”

Ha Se-min shouted.

“If he is that person!”

If Lee Ro-woon was the one Ha Jin had been waiting for.

“If I defeat him, what will happen?”

Ha Jin believed that the being she had been waiting for was an invincible and perfect being.

That was why she had been able to wait and wait for an immeasurable amount of time.

Because her god was eternal and immortal.

“…….”

But what if her belief was shattered?

“Give me the Hao Clan.”

Ha Se-min had never been greedy.

He was just satisfied with working for the Hao Clan, and his life was just following all the Clan Leader’s orders.

Such a Ha Se-min was now proposing a deal to the Clan Leader.

“I will show you that your god does not exist.”

He needed permission.

The answer finally came to Ha Se-min, who had been waiting.

“Do so.”

The light that settled in Ha Se-min’s eyes.

It was hope.

Clench.

Ha Se-min clenched his fist tightly and looked at the place where the battle would take place.

He had tried to ignore the permission of the Three Gates, but the laws of the world did not work that way.

What he was facing now was the leader of the Nang Gate.

‘Chunrang.’

Ha Se-min, even he couldn’t guarantee a victory against that monster.

If Lee Ro-woon defeated him, he would go there himself without Lee Ro-woon coming here.

And he would defeat him.

“So prove it. That you are that person.”

Rather, Ha Se-min was now praying more than anyone else that Lee Ro-woon was the god Ha Jin had been waiting for.

‘I will save you.’

To free Ha Jin from this terrible bondage.