Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 131

“He doesn’t seem to be a Malco Taoist.”

That was the first impression.

A man who looked sly and sinister, not giving a good impression at all.

Looking at the yellow turban on his head and the glaive in his hand, it was doubtful whether this man was even living in modern times, with his old-fashioned appearance.

“Are there no Malco Taoists? I wish they had all come….”

And even the way he spoke and the things that could be felt in his voice.

“I would have swept them all away.”

“Ugh, so old-fashioned.”

It was an assessment that he was nothing but old-fashioned.

Wriggle.

Perhaps the word ‘old-fashioned’ didn’t sit well with him, as the man’s eyes narrowed.

“Did you just call me, Jang Liang, the Artificial General, one of the three generals of the Yellow Turbans, old-fashioned?”

“Pfft.”

At the following words, Bondeno finally burst out laughing.

“Ah, sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a player with such an inflated ego.”

As Bondeno waved his hand and spoke, the faces of the man who introduced himself as Jang Liang and the Yellow Turbans surrounding them contorted.

“Xiao Jun. Who are these guys?”

Eventually, Jang Liang called out to the Yellow Turban man that Lee Ro-woon had brought.

The man was looking around cautiously.

Sssueuk.

As Lee Ro-woon pushed his back.

“T-They’re the enemy!”

The man called Xiao Jun shouted as he ran towards the Artificial General.

“He killed all of my comrades…!”

Xiao Jun shouted.

Whirr!

Instantly, flames that had risen from under his feet engulfed him.

It was the holy fire that had been planted when his soul was subdued with the Blood Soul Extraction Technique.

“I… k-killed….”

The player disappeared, swallowed by the flames without even finishing his sentence.

Fwoosh!

There was a figure that jumped in as the flames distorted.

Clang!

A glaive fell between Lee Ro-woon’s feet.

The man holding it was the man named Jang Liang.

“Well, it seems they are the enemy.”

The flames were burning on his clothes as if the embers of the holy fire had been transferred.

Jang Liang smiled within the flames and raised his glaive again.

“Jang Liang of the Yellow Turbans.”

Lee Ro-woon said, looking at the glaive reaching towards him.

“You must have read too much Romance of the Three Kingdoms.”

Well, they weren’t that unusual.

The birth of the beings called players, or the invasion of Eun and Einheart.

There were many cases where those who had gained special abilities thought of themselves as the main characters in history or novels and acted accordingly.

But the problem was.

Thud!

Most of them faced reality and realized it.

Clench.

That they were not the main characters of the world.

The glaive was caught in Lee Ro-woon’s hand.

“Has no one told you that fact yet?”

The opposite hand of the hand holding the glaive.

Lee Ro-woon’s fist, clenched, flew past the glaive.

Clang!

***

The hair that had been neatly tucked away under the turban was released and scattered.

“Haa. Haa.”

The confident voice had disappeared, and only rough breathing could be heard.

Shudder.

The arm that had been holding the glaive strongly was trembling.

Just one minute.

“Haa….”

That was what had happened in that time.

“G-General…!”

Jang Liang was a mess.

It was Jang Liang who had attacked, but he had ended up in this state with just a light counterattack.

The Yellow Turbans, who had been shaken by Jang Liang’s appearance, were about to raise their weapons and crawl forward.

“Stay back!”

Jang Liang shouted.

“Stay still.”

Burning eyes.

Even though he hadn’t suffered any fatal injuries, his insides must have been shaken, but Jang Liang’s voice still had strength.

“He’s my opponent-!”

Jang Liang threw a glare at Lee Ro-woon.

“You must have read Romance of the Three Kingdoms well.”

Lee Ro-woon said, standing there with a languid face.

“They say Jang Liang was incredibly foolish, are you still unable to gauge the difference?”

“He’s definitely… strong.”

The man named Jang Liang straightened his glaive again.

“But!”

Changes began to occur in him as he shouted.

“The Artificial General’s power is not just this!”

Fwoooooosh!

The energy that rose from under Jang Liang’s feet.

Crack!

The ground he was standing on collapsed, and the earth shook.

“Okay.”

Lee Ro-woon’s eyes, which had calmed down a little.

“Show me.”

He could have ended it already, but this was the reason why he had been toying with Jang Liang.

The Wudang and the Yellow Turbans.

They had been fighting their own war in Guangzhou for a long time.

However.

‘It’s not enough.’

The power of the Yellow Turbans was nothing special.

The Qing Army, which had surpassed the limits of players with the power of Lee Shin-woo, who had the power of an interferer.

The Red Army, which had transcended humanity with the power of the Red Oni, who had the power of a mutant.

But these guys.

‘Yellow Turbans.’

They had nothing that stood out.

The problem was that they had been able to continue their struggle for so long, enough to tie down the Wudang.

The reason for this was already known through the information obtained from the mind of the man named Xiao Jun.

However, Lee Ro-woon.

Clang!

He wanted to see it for himself.

The power that was pouring out.

“H-How?”

Bondeno, who had been calmly observing until now, said in shock.

“How can a player….”

Bondeno had seen and felt many things with Lee Ro-woon until now.

“Use internal energy?”

But the scene before him was shocking even to Bondeno.

Jang Liang.

The overflowing power that was emanating from his entire body was clearly the energy of Eun, internal energy.

It was different from Lee Ro-woon’s situation.

Lee Ro-woon, whom he had met again, had the power of a martial artist, but he did not have the power of a player.

However, this Jang Liang before his eyes.

“Can you see it?”

He had both the power of a player and internal energy at the same time.

That was different from Yoo Do-hyung or Kang Cheol-woo, who had received some kind of ability from Lee Ro-woon.

Fwoosh!

The air had changed in an instant.

“Ugh.”

The suffocating energy filled the surroundings, turning them a hazy color.

Jang Liang was standing in it.

His appearance looked very different from before.

Crack!

The slender body had swelled up greatly, tearing his clothes.

Wriggle.

The exposed muscles were wriggling as if they were alive.

“This is the power of the Yellow Turbans.”

Jang Liang, who had become arrogant, said after recovering all the wounds on his body.

“Ro-woon.”

Bondeno called out to Lee Ro-woon.

“That’s… not just simple internal energy.”

Bondeno could also feel it.

This hazy space.

The energy that dominated this entire space was similar to the power of the Blood Cultists, demonic energy, that he had seen in the Blood King Castle.

“Look more closely.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Bondeno looked at Jang Liang again.

“There will be something you can see.”

As Bondeno focused on Lee Ro-woon’s cryptic words.

Clang!

The explosive energy that flowed out of Jang Liang’s body was released towards the glaive.

It was another power that was neither the Dao [the Way] of martial artists nor the Dao of the sword.

It was just like a mass of enormous power that had been gathered and clumped together.

“A martial artist like you seems to be enough to become a new Yellow Turban!”

Jang Liang shouted and swung his glaive greatly without any particular stance.

It wasn’t the level of no-stance like Lee Ro-woon, but the attack, which was imbued with his increased physical abilities and internal energy.

Clang!

It had a powerful destructive force that was not inferior to any stance.

The mass of demonic energy flew towards Lee Ro-woon.

Clang!

A loud explosion erupted from Lee Ro-woon, who was at the destination.

“This is….”

Jang Liang said, lowering his glaive as if exhausted from releasing the enormous power.

“The power of the Yellow Turbans.”

The invincible power.

The absolute power that crushed the Wudang martial artists, who were called the strongest even in Eun.

There were not even five people who could defeat this….

“It’s different from what I thought.”

A voice flowed out from within the hazy smoke.

“I’ve seen everything I need to see.”

Within it.

Whirr!

Two flames could be seen.

The clear flames that were burning in the position of the eyes.

“Since you are those who cannot even recognize the holy fire. You’re useless.”

Jang Liang seemed to be possessed by something as he looked at it, but soon regained his senses.

Fwoosh!

The blood vessels that were spurting out.

“Why…?”

Jang Liang looked at his hands as if he couldn’t understand.

His two hands holding the glaive.

And the glaive….

“Did I…?”

It was embedded in Jang Liang’s stomach.

What had that guy done?

No.

That guy hadn’t moved an inch, as if he was nailed to that spot.

It was none other than Jang Liang himself who had pierced his own stomach with his own glaive.

And.

Fwoosh!

Against his will, his two arms pulled out the glaive that was embedded in his stomach and held it up again.

Drop, drop.

Jang Liang was staring straight at his own blood that was on the glaive.

Sssueuk.

The moving glaive.

It had already reached his neck.

“H-How…?”

He couldn’t understand at all.

“You don’t even know what kind of power you’re using.”

A shiver ran down his spine as if he had been struck by lightning at the voice that was heard.

This power.

This ability.

“C-Celestial….”

Jang Liang had already experienced it before.

A great being that he could never defy, one that was called one of the three generals, but in reality, the other two generals could not even reach his feet.

“Celestial… General.”

So this was the power of the Celestial General.

Sssueuk.

The sound of a clean cut and.

Thud.

The sound of something falling was heard in succession.

Lee Ro-woon was standing in front of it.

He had fought with the three generals of the Yellow Turbans, but he had no wounds or signs of exhaustion.

The Yellow Turbans were frozen in place, not even realizing that their general was dead.

Overwhelming fear.

In that, Lee Ro-woon moved once again.

The fallen Jang Liang’s head, the turban that was wrapped around his forehead.

It was the moment he grabbed it.

Whirr!

Blue flames that soared from the turban danced wildly, as if trying to burn Lee Ro-woon by engulfing his body.

Crack!

As he tried to take off the turban, it began to be torn off as if it was attached to the skin itself.

Crack!

When he finally completely tore off the turban, Lee Ro-woon was completely consumed by the blue flames.

Fwoosh… Fwoosh.

The flames danced as if they were terrified.

Soon after, the flames disappeared into Lee Ro-woon.

“Heavenly Demon Church….”

He had seen the name of the Heavenly Demon Church in the mind of a Wudang martial artist named Mu Baek.

And in the mind of a Yellow Turban player named Xiao Jun, he had seen the name Taepyeongdo [Way of Great Peace].

And now it was certain.

The Heavenly Demon Church of the Wudang was the Taepyeongdo of the Yellow Turbans.

And.

“That’s right.”

He was certain that the heterogeneous power of the Yellow Turbans was definitely connected to the demonic energy.

The internal energy that a player could use.

The secret was right here.

Crack!

This yellow turban.

“To use such a method.”

It was not just a simple cloth.

A divine weapon, an item for martial artists.

This turban had a similar aspect to that divine weapon.

The complex formulas and methods required research, but there was one thing he could be sure of.

“This….”

Lee Ro-woon said, looking at Bondeno.

“It’s human skin.”

The reason why this turban was yellow.

It was because it was made by peeling off the skin of an East Asian.

And the one who made this was the artisan that Lee Ro-woon was looking for.

Lee Ro-woon closed his eyes for a moment and thought.

‘Humans, Earth, martial artists.’

He had no great affection for any of them.

No, rather, they were the targets he resented and hated.

Then what should he do?

‘It’s the same as the beginning.’

When Lee Ro-woon opened his eyes.

Whirr!

The holy fire was transferred to the bodies of the players who were standing blankly.

“They belong to my masters. I can’t let you use their names like this.”

Fwoooosh!

They burst into a puddle of blood and disappeared.