Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 165

The Three Kings’ Disciple (166)

165

Whoosh!

Multiple pillars of fire surged wildly.

The frozen ground melted, releasing steam.

It was a spectacle not easily witnessed.

“Clan Head…!”

For the martial artists of the Mo-yong Clan, it was an event that caused them great bewilderment.

A martial artist.

Their Clan Head, Mo-yong Hoo, was clearly a martial artist, yet also one who had lost his dantian [energy center].

And what extended from his hand was…

“How can he use magic…!”

It was the magic of Einheart, with whom they had been at war for years, despite the truce.

“Do not doubt!”

Mo-yong Ha-jin’s voice spread among them.

“Whatever power he uses, whatever form he shows—!”

His mind was already made up.

“He is our Clan Head!”

The name of Mo-yong.

Under that name, everyone becomes one.

That is the essence of a clan.

Whoosh!

The vortex of flames spread out as if forming a wall.

But then.

Swoosh!

A hole was torn through the vortex of flames, and powerful energy poured out, shattering the ground.

Those who emerged from the vortex.

Though slightly scorched, their skin was without a single burn.

“………”

They were martial artists from other clans.

Clad in their respective attire, they approached Mo-yong Hoo.

Clang!

Mo-yong Ha-jin drew his sword, attempting to block their path in front of Mo-yong Hoo, but.

Swoosh.

Mo-yong Hoo raised his hand, stopping their movements.

They had already fully approached.

“…We greet the Clan Head of the Mo-yong Clan.”

They showed respect, offering a formal greeting.

“The Peng Clan.”

The yellow martial attire proved his identity.

“We greet the Clan Head of the Mo-yong Clan.”

There was also a martial artist from the Zhuge Clan, wearing blue martial attire.

“…”

Another person bit his lip while looking at Dang Hwa-young, before finally offering a formal greeting to Mo-yong Hoo.

Green martial attire.

“We… greet the Clan Head of the Mo-yong Clan.”

It was the Dang Clan.

And lastly.

Stride, stride.

The one who approached with the most confident steps bowed his head, offering a stylish formal greeting.

Blue martial attire.

“It is an honor to meet the Clan Head of the Mo-yong Clan.”

It was the Namgung Clan.

With the hidden martial artists revealing themselves, the martial artists of the Five Great Clans were now all present.

Unlike their respectful greetings, their eyes were not so friendly.

“You have finally revealed that power.”

The Zhuge Clan.

They spoke as if they had known this would happen.

The Zhuge Clan had less information than the Black Moon or the Beggars’ Union, but they had the most outstanding ability.

‘Insight.’

The ability to gather information and draw conclusions from it.

They had the ability to extract the most accurate information with relatively little data.

“Did you reveal it knowing what would happen?”

In response to the Zhuge Clan’s question, Mo-yong Hoo extended his hand and spoke.

“Of course.”

It was a firm and unwavering voice.

“It is true that Mo-yong has fallen. That Mo-yong….”

“Ugh.”

A martial artist from the Zhuge Clan frowned.

The pressure was pressing in on him from all directions, and he drew upon his inner energy to release it, but.

“Ugh!”

It was futile.

“Has finally seized the opportunity to rise again. An opportunity to repay the humiliation Mo-yong suffered under the guise of the Five Great Clans.”

“Is that….”

It was the Namgung Clan.

“Can that be seen as the will of Mo-yong?”

A statement that was close to a blatant threat.

“I am Mo-yong Hoo.”

Energy surged from Mo-yong Hoo’s body, suppressing the surroundings.

The pressure was enough to make even martial artists at the Harmony Realm [a high level of martial arts mastery] unable to move.

“If I, the Clan Head of the Mo-yong Clan, do not represent Mo-yong, then who will?”

“Hoo… Huk.”

The martial artist from the Zhuge Clan, finally freed from the pressure, gasped for breath.

“Mo-yong will pay the price….”

“The price has already been paid and more. Now.”

Mo-yong Hoo spoke to the Zhuge Clan.

“That price will be paid by the Four Great Clans.”

“We shall see….”

The Zhuge Clan retreated.

The Dang Clan and the Peng Clan also bit their lips and retreated.

However, only the Namgung Clan remained, looking not at Mo-yong Hoo but at someone else.

“Is this.”

The questions about the Mo-yong Clan were over.

“The will of the Silver Star?”

A question directed at Lee Ro-woon and Kang Eun-ha.

The head of the Namgung Clan, Chun Hwe-ju, and Eun-ha had made a kind of secret pact.

A treaty to gather the demonic energy of the Demonic Sect, with those who had the will of the Demonic Sect.

They were a kind of alliance, so he was asking if they would break that treaty by encroaching on the Namgung territory.

“He will be the one to judge.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, the martial artist from the Namgung Clan bit his lip, looking displeased.

“I will convey that.”

They turned back.

Whoosh!

The pillars of fire opened once more, creating a path for them to leave.

But after they had all left.

Whoosh-!

The flames began to emit an even darker color.

‘7th Circle.’

Magic of the 7th Circle, said to be on par with a master of the Harmony Realm.

Fire Wall.

This would burn for a while according to Mo-yong Hoo’s will, becoming a wall that separated Mo-yong from the outside.

“Hoo.”

Mo-yong Hoo let out a rough breath.

It was partly due to using a lot of power, but he had really done it.

“Now, really….”

As if all his previous actions had been a lie, Mo-yong Hoo returned to the same pure face he had when he first saw him.

“I’ve really done it.”

At his words, everyone seemed to relax.

***

Mo-yong Hoo’s transformation was almost like a case of split personality.

The martial artists of the Mo-yong Clan and the people of Eun-ha seemed worried about his appearance.

But Lee Ro-woon was different.

‘He’s doing it right.’

That was not wrong.

It was a natural occurrence influenced by the magic of the school Mo-yong Hoo had learned.

The magic of the school he had learned directly affected the brain.

That was why when he drew upon that power.

‘Personality disorder.’

It gave the illusion that his personality was changing.

However, it was ambiguous to call it a split personality because the personality that appeared due to the influence of magic was not a completely different personality but a personality from his subconscious.

“Hoo.”

Mo-yong Hoo took a breath as if to push away the emotions that had surged up.

“Clan Head.”

At that moment, Mo-yong Ha-jin approached and looked at Mo-yong Hoo.

“……”

Mo-yong Hoo closed his eyes tightly at the sight.

He had handled things too arbitrarily.

Even if he had the right to choose as the Clan Head, he should have at least asked for opinions….

“I trust the Clan Head’s choice.”

Mo-yong Ha-jin said.

“I have been assisting the Clan Head since childhood and have come this far.”

Since Mo-yong Hoo was young, Mo-yong Ha-jin had been his brother, nanny, and father.

“I do not believe that the wise Clan Head would make a choice that would harm the family. I trust you.”

“…Thank you.”

Mo-yong Hoo’s face was filled with emotion.

Nod.

The other martial artists of the Mo-yong Clan were also nodding their heads.

“There’s no time to be saying useless things.”

At that moment, Lee Ro-woon’s voice was heard.

“Not only is there the duration of the Fire Wall, but you don’t think it’s impossible for the remaining clans to break through that wall, do you?”

“Of course not.”

“It’s fine now since they have to agree on their opinions, but they won’t have much time.”

The Clan Head of the Mo-yong Clan used magic.

There was also a secret about why the Mo-yong Clan had fallen.

The moment Mo-yong defied the will of the Four Great Clans.

‘They have to choose.’

Whether to embrace the Mo-yong Clan or destroy it.

If it was the former, there would be no problem, but it was likely to be the latter.

From the beginning, if they were going to embrace the Mo-yong Clan, they wouldn’t have left them alone until now.

“Ha-jin.”

“Yes, Clan Head.”

“We will go to the family.”

“……!”

At Mo-yong Hoo’s words, Mo-yong Ha-jin was once again surprised.

Even though he had seen him make a choice that risked the fate of the family, he was so surprised because.

“…I will prepare.”

This was because it was an act that risked even a small future and the long past of the family.

Now there was no turning back.

“There will be a need for an explanation.”

It was Lee Ro-woon.

He was speaking while looking at Eun-ha.

The circumstances were the same for the martial artists of the Mo-yong Clan and Kang Eun-ha’s people.

In fact, everything had progressed without them knowing anything.

“There is no need for an explanation.”

Kang Eun-ha said with a smile.

“If it is the will of the Blood Demon, we will simply follow.”

Just as Lee Ro-woon was about to open his mouth to say something to Kang Eun-ha.

“However, I am in a position to manage the Blood Demon’s forces. As such, I have a duty to understand all the circumstances and establish future plans.”

Smirk.

“If you would tell me, I will listen carefully.”

She had grown.

“I made a contract with the Clan Head of the Mo-yong Clan.”

In response, Lee Ro-woon began to tell the story.

“I promised to remove the cause of the Mo-yong Clan’s downfall, and in return, the Mo-yong Clan will support us, Dang Hwa-young.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Dang Hwa-young bit her lip.

She felt that things were getting out of hand because of her, but.

“It’s not just because of you.”

Lee Ro-woon also said to her.

“Personally, I’ve become a bit curious about the Clan Head of the Mo-yong Clan.”

He was a martial artist, but he used magic.

Had such an attempt never been made before?

Lee Ro-woon had learned this fact through Yoo Do-hyung and had come here.

“Then, what is the cause of the Mo-yong Clan’s downfall?”

It was Ha Se-min.

As someone who collected information, he was more interested in it than anyone else.

Even the Black Moon could not find out the direct reason for the Mo-yong Clan’s downfall.

And the answer that followed from Mo-yong Hoo was.

“It’s because of the Ice Dragon.”

It was a story about the disaster that had swept through the Mo-yong Clan.

* * *

A disaster.

It was a word that could be attached to many things, but its destructive power had to be similar.

That was why it could be attached to anything but not used just anywhere.

What had brought down the Mo-yong Clan was such a disaster.

There were several things that were called disasters.

-Balrog.

A monster that had burned down several islands and caused tens of thousands of casualties.

It was the Balrog that they had ultimately failed to subdue and had to seal somewhere.

And.

-The Evil Dragon Augolas.

A disaster that Einheart and Eun had to join forces to defeat during the war.

It had flowed into the volcanic corpse disposal site.

“Gulp.”

“What is it?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Lee Ro-woon had eaten it.

Such monsters were called disasters.

But in fact, what had brought down the Mo-yong Clan was a level above what was called a disaster.

“A gate opened.”

A gate had opened in Sapporo.

The enormous cold energy that poured out from there.

It had engulfed the entire Sapporo.

The Japanese Association, feeling that something was amiss.

Even with a disaster-level threat, all forces had to rise up, but.

“What was there was not something that could be described as just a disaster.”

The Japanese Association did not do that.

“It was a time when the power struggle between the Nine Great Sects and the Five Great Clans within the Martial Alliance was intensifying.”

Several reasons coincided.

“And what was inside that gate….”

Mo-yong Hoo closed his eyes tightly.

“One of the Twelve Dragons of Einheart.”

One of the twelve guardian dragons that existed in Einheart.

“It was the Ice Dragon, Patirjan.”

It was an enormous figure.

At that time, the clans that were clashing with the Association needed achievements, and they tried to handle it among themselves instead of revealing it.

But dealing with a guardian dragon was virtually impossible.

That was why the method chosen by the Japanese Association was.

“The unification of the world. Through that, which the Dang Clan was experimenting with, they tried to seal it and secure its power.”

That was the point when the downfall of Mo-yong began.

The huge wooden door in front of them creaked.

The chains that were being released one by one showed how long this door had not been opened.

And when the door was finally opened.

Crack!

A coldness that seemed to freeze everything poured out.