Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 87

“Aren’t you going to fight?”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Ha Se-min’s face contorted, then quickly returned to normal.

“You’re that kind of person.”

He had entertained a thought, just in case.

A slight possibility that he might turn back after hearing his story.

‘I’ve become too soft.’

Hoping for something that wouldn’t happen.

He had always lived calculatingly.

Even with trivial matters, he had always weighed the pros and cons.

He thought that was his role.

‘The Black Lion King.’

The role of supporting the Black Lion, no, the Hao Clan.

And he believed that role was given to him by his god, Ha Jin.

But at this moment, Ha Se-min didn’t calculate as he looked at Lee Ro-woon.

Kooong.

The ground where he stood caved in.

The energy emanating from his body pressed down, crushing the earth.

“We could have… been good friends.”

Reckless.

He was the complete opposite of himself.

That was why Ha Se-min was sometimes annoyed, but also liked Lee Ro-woon.

“No.”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“You’re too arrogant.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Ha Se-min laughed.

“It’s hard to believe in the sweet word ‘friend’.”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“I can make you a subordinate.”

“A subordinate, huh.”

To tell the Black Lion King to become a subordinate.

“I told you from the beginning. The Black Lion, no, the Hao Clan is mine. It’s only natural that you, who belong to it, become my subordinate.”

Ha Se-min erased the smile that had been on his lips.

The more he tried to understand his opponent, the deeper he felt he was falling into a swamp.

“That’s impossible.”

Ha Se-min’s arm moved as if drawing a strange shape.

“As long as I’m alive, I won’t hand over the Hao Clan to anyone.”

A completely changed tone and face.

The man standing there was not the sly, sometimes warm, and sometimes tired man he had been.

Pajit, pajijit.

A martial artist.

A man who perfectly fit that word was standing there.

His lips were tightly shut, and his wide eyes showed a strong will not to back down.

Tingle.

A needle-like energy pricked Lee Ro-woon’s skin.

Ha Se-min’s killing intent was conveying his sincerity.

Finally, Ha Se-min’s fist stopped moving.

The fist extended in a straight line as if embodying beauty.

Urrrrrrung!

With the sound of thunder falling.

Kwaang!

A large hole had appeared in Lee Ro-woon’s chest.

***

It was black lightning.

“Black King Heavenly Thunder Fist.”

The absolute divine art passed down in the Hao Clan.

The name of the martial art that only the clan leader and the successor to the clan could learn.

A fist like the lightning of a king in the dark.

“……”

Ha Se-min told him the name of the martial art and looked at Lee Ro-woon.

A large hole in his chest.

“……!”

Lee Ro-woon’s body became blurry and began to turn red.

Peoeong!

A Blood Clone.

A clone made of blood energy was already in that place.

Ha Se-min didn’t hesitate to throw another punch.

Urrrrrr! Kwaang!

The lightning exploded and burst out.

Jureureureuk.

Lee Ro-woon, who had been hit by the Black King Heavenly Thunder Fist, was pushed back and slid.

Pajit, pajijit.

As if proving that it wasn’t a clone this time, black sparks were flying from Lee Ro-woon’s chest.

“Don’t be arrogant just because you defeated Chunrang.”

Ha Se-min growled like a wolf.

The leader of the Nang Clan, Chunrang.

He was one of the dungeon keepers made of the world’s laws.

His level, in terms of martial arts, was the realm of life and death.

He was a being in the category of monsters.

In comparison, the level of the Black Lion King, Ha Se-min, was.

‘The Profound Realm.’

The Profound Realm was also a high level, and he was among the top experts in the Silver, but it could never be compared to the realm of life and death.

Transcending a realm meant breaking through a wall.

It also meant raising one’s level.

From a bug to a human.

From that human to a giant.

Such a difference could not be bridged without special power.

“I’m stronger than Chunrang right now.”

Ha Se-min.

“Where do you think you are?”

The King of the Black Lion.

“I am the Black Lion King.”

The laws of the world created Chunrang.

The laws of the world strengthen Ha Se-min.

The will of the world, the will to protect the world.

Flash!

It had settled on Ha Se-min to confront the intruder, Lee Ro-woon.

Kwaang!

Ha Se-min, who had disappeared, appeared right in front of Lee Ro-woon and punched him in the stomach.

If hit even once by the Black King Heavenly Thunder Fist, the meridians would be twisted, and the inner energy would burn.

No matter how strong Lee Ro-woon was, he would need time to recover.

Kwaang!

If he missed that moment, he couldn’t be called a martial artist.

Kwaaaang!

Like a champion cornering his opponent boxer to finish him off.

Kwakwakwakwang!

Ha Se-min’s fist, filled with the power of black lightning, relentlessly pounded Lee Ro-woon’s body.

Urrrrrr… Kwaang!

Ha Se-min’s inner energy, which was shaking, reached the sky, and black lightning was falling.

“The Demonic Cult….”

A voice flowed from Lee Ro-woon’s mouth, who had been helplessly pushed back.

“Why did you hide that the Hoi swallowed the Demonic Cult…?”

It was not something he could say while being hit by lightning-like fists.

Lee Ro-woon’s body was shaking violently.

Even so, Lee Ro-woon spoke.

“Are you really doing this for the Hao Clan?”

That Ha Se-min was doing it for the Hao Clan.

That Ha Se-min had not betrayed the Hao Clan.

That Ha Se-min would not have handed over the Hao Clan to the Hoi.

‘I think so.’

That’s what Lee Ro-woon thought.

But even so, he had to ask.

“Why did you hide it…?”

Because humans were no longer beings that Lee Ro-woon could trust.

“Why….”

Kwaang!

Ha Se-min’s fist accurately struck Lee Ro-woon’s chest.

Thud.

Lee Ro-woon, who had turned completely black, fell to the ground.

“Because it’s not the Demonic Cult you’re looking for.”

Ha Se-min said to the fallen Lee Ro-woon, as if he thought the victory was certain.

“Is that… the reason…?”

A voice flowed from the fallen Lee Ro-woon’s mouth.

It was truly a tenacious life.

“No.”

Even so, thinking that he would not be able to overcome him in the end, Ha Se-min spoke honestly.

“It was information controlled by the Clan Leader.”

“The Clan Leader….”

“The Clan Leader.”

Ha Se-min opened his eyes again.

Pajit! Pajijit!

The black lightning rising from his right fist surged over his shoulder.

“Because they also think of them as brothers. Before they were sure of your identity, they couldn’t pass on the information.”

“I see. That’s an acceptable answer.”

“I won’t hand over the information about the Blood Cult to the Hoi… until the end.”

Ha Se-min thought it was the last consideration he could give him as he faced the end.

His right fist fell without hesitation towards Lee Ro-woon’s solar plexus.

Koo… Kuwaaaaaaaang!

All the inner energy he had contained burst out, and lightning fell.

Not from the sky to the ground.

Paat!

From the ground to the sky.

The black lightning that soared up, nothing would remain in the place where this lightning disappeared….

“I also promise.”

A clear voice was heard from within the black lightning.

“I’ll show you a way to live. You and the Clan Leader too.”

Ha Se-min quickly crossed his arms.

“And the Hao Clan.”

Kwaaaaang!

Ha Se-min was thrown to the ground with the intense pain he felt in his arms, which were crossed.

“Become mine.”

Lee Ro-woon, who should have been completely burned.

It wasn’t even a Blood Clone.

It was clearly Lee Ro-woon’s body.

Even looking at that figure now, it was.

His whole body was charred black.

But that body….

Sssseuk.

Was regenerating and returning.

“I’ll show you. The god your Clan Leader was waiting for.”

The top that had been burned black and turned to ashes.

On top of it, crimson blood vessels began to be drawn.

***

The Blood Demon God, which is said to be completed when one reaches the extreme of the Blood Demon Divine Art.

The blood inside the body circulates rapidly, amplifying the flow of inner energy.

The blood that cannot withstand the flow seeps into the skin, taking on the form of a tattoo.

“Haa.”

At this time, the amplification of inner energy is several to dozens of times.

But.

Peok! Peok! Puhaak!

If one has only achieved the Blood Demon Divine Art, one can never reach the stage of the Blood Demon God.

The body cannot withstand the rapidly rotating and surging internal power.

Lee Ro-woon’s eyes, which had turned crimson.

The skin all over his body was torn and burst open, and blood flowed out.

To complete the Blood Demon God.

‘The Heavenly Demon Divine Art.’

The Heavenly Demon Divine Art, which controls the body, is essential.

Its extreme.

If one reaches the Sacred Flame.

Whirrr!

It was possible to repair the broken body accordingly.

“…….”

Lee Ro-woon was standing.

The torn top, the blood-colored tattoos drawn on his exposed upper body.

The tears of blood flowing down his face.

The form of the Blood Demon God that he had shown in the Blood King Castle.

But in addition to that.

Whirrr!

A purple sphere rose behind Lee Ro-woon’s back and began to spin.

One, two, three, four….

The sphere, which gradually increased in number, finally reached six and began to burn brightly.

“Ah….”

Ha Se-min unknowingly opened his mouth and marveled.

What could he say about that sight?

There was one word that came to his mind.

“A… god….”

A figure that could only be found in ancient scriptures.

Was it right to call that a human?

“Jinchen.”

“……!”

At Lee Ro-woon’s voice, Ha Se-min raised his eyes.

“I heard that the Hao Clan called the Shinma [a powerful, god-like being] that.”

Lee Ro-woon’s gaze was directed beyond Ha Se-min.

Ha Se-min’s gaze also unknowingly followed Lee Ro-woon’s gaze.

‘Jinchen Tower!’

The symbol of the Hao Clan that has been with the Hao Clan for a long history.

“Wh, what are you trying to do….”

Lee Ro-woon’s two fists moved in a strange shape.

“……!”

Ha Se-min was once again shocked.

Because he realized what he was doing.

“Black King… Heavenly Thunder Fist.”

His own martial art, the Black King Heavenly Thunder Fist.

A martial artist who has reached a high level can imitate the martial arts of others as much as they want.

Many paths lead to the same destination.

As the saying goes, at the end of all things, there is one, so a martial artist who has reached a certain level can easily imitate lower-level martial arts.

But the Black King Heavenly Thunder Fist was not like that.

The best and strongest martial art that has been with the history of the Hao Clan.

“Will resides in what humans create.”

The words flowing from Lee Ro-woon’s mouth.

But for some reason, it was a voice that didn’t seem to be his.

“That’s also true of martial arts.”

Gooouuung.

“I’ve seen the will of the Hao Clan well.”

From the beginning, Ha Se-min could never defeat Lee Ro-woon.

The will contained in the Black King Heavenly Thunder Fist when it was first created.

And the will that has been developed over thousands of years proves it.

‘Atonement.’

The will contained in this fist was atonement.

At first, it was created to protect someone, but as time passed, a different will settled in.

‘They removed the killing intent.’

They had eliminated the killing intent itself towards a specific person.

A being that could never be killed by the martial art that was the symbol of the Hao Clan.

The Hao Clan had proven their loyalty with that.

Finally, Lee Ro-woon’s fist, which had taken the starting stance, extended.

Paah.

The sound of air escaping.

Paahhhhhhh!

But that was just a small sound buried by the explosion that would follow.

Urrrrrrrr! Kwakwakwang!

Black lightning falls from the sky, just like Ha Se-min had done.

No, black and red lightning.

Kwaaaaang!

It fell towards the top of the Jinchen Tower.

A power that transcends humans.

The power of eternity, invincibility, and immortality.

“I….”

The flames of the Sacred Flame that had been spinning behind Lee Ro-woon’s back went out.

“Am Jinchen.”