Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 282

Kang Han-cheol was a master.

Born as the son of a high-ranking member of the Blood Cult, he possessed great talent, a testament to his lineage.

Though not of the direct line of the cult leader, he came from a family that had served as protectors of the Blood Cult for generations. He had everything: talent and lineage. He was greatly favored.

He lacked nothing.

However.

-This isn’t it.

He was always thirsty.

The more he learned the martial arts of the Blood Cult, the more he felt something was missing.

He sometimes practiced swordsmanship, and sometimes spear techniques.

He thought the deficiency he felt came from learning martial arts that didn’t suit him.

However.

-This isn’t it either.

That wasn’t the answer either.

The martial arts of the Blood Cult felt hollow.

-Father, I feel like something is missing.

-All of that is the will of the cult, and the teachings of the cult. Do not doubt it.

Because he was a cultist.

Because he was a member of the Blood Cult, he was forbidden to doubt.

Eventually, Kang Han-cheol closed his mouth.

The emptiness he felt turned into anger, and it accumulated inside him, soon becoming a fierce rage.

-Get lost!

The thug of the Blood Cult.

That was once a nickname for Kang Han-cheol.

With his talent, he could become strong even with lacking martial arts, and the Blood Cult respected the strong.

No one, except for the cult leader’s lineage, scolded Kang Han-cheol.

And then that happened.

-How dare you…!

The day his anger exploded uncontrollably.

He did something he shouldn’t have done.

It wasn’t his will.

It was just that what was boiling inside him had consumed his reason and revealed itself.

As a price, Kang Han-cheol had to spend more than a decade locked in the seclusion chamber.

What he realized there.

-I have to solve it.

He had to somehow resolve this anger, this deficiency.

And what he desperately wanted in the seclusion chamber.

Flap!

Flames.

He searched through the martial arts books related to fire that remained in the Blood Cult.

The martial art he learned was a powerful fist technique that produced flames of intense heat.

Looking at the flames rising from his fist, he felt the anger inside him being released.

Even so.

-It’s not enough.

The deficiency did not disappear.

Kang Han-cheol changed.

Unlike before, he found a way to release and resolve his anger.

But that emptiness did not subside, and he became a recognized master of the Blood Cult, following in his father’s footsteps as a protector.

Even so.

-It’s not enough.

He did not feel fulfilled in the Blood Cult.

He turned his gaze outward.

His life, where his only joy was his granddaughter, Kang Eun-ha, took a turn in an instant.

Fulfillment.

He had finally found the one who would fill that emptiness.

-I am a Blood Demon.

Yi Rown.

His existence, and everything he brought and gave.

It finally filled Kang Han-cheol’s emptiness.

Like that.

Flap!

Kang Han-cheol’s flames became even stronger.

It was no longer a way to express the anger accumulated inside.

Something with meaning and will.

It finally began to take on color.

A clear violet color.

And then.

Flap, flap, flap, flap!

Into black flames burning from the sword.

Koo-oong!

The black flames, which had swelled in size by absorbing the surrounding internal energy, soon flickered like a candle in the wind.

Shweeek!

As if sensing something, the Jom-chang Six Swords rushed towards Kang Han-cheol, but.

Tatat!

Kang Han-cheol responded with a short punch.

A concise punch, unlike the large punches he had thrown so far.

Kwaang!

However, the Jom-chang Six Swords, who were hit directly, were thrown back as if they had received a more violent shock than any attack they had suffered so far.

Stagger.

They barely regained their posture, but the Jom-chang Six Swords were staggering.

However, like the dead lions they were, they did not seem to feel pain, and they straightened their bodies, adjusted their broken bones, and were ready to move again.

-A Jiangshi [a type of reanimated corpse] is already dead, so killing them again is not easy.

As knowledge about Jiangshi was passed down in the Blood Cult, they were well aware of the advantages and how to deal with them.

A Jiangshi must be killed by killing the caster or completely destroying them with a great shock.

However, since they were living Jiangshi, even killing the caster would be meaningless.

Koo-oo-oong!

The only way was the latter.

To crush them in one blow with a powerful shock.

However, Kang Han-cheol’s firepower had not been enough for that.

Now.

“Huk….”

That was before using the flames burning in this fist.

“Black Blood.”

Yi Rown said.

-There are stages in the Blood Demon Divine Art. The Blood Demon Art you will have is the same.

Kang Han-cheol diligently practiced what he had received from Yi Rown.

Even though he had not been given a chance to use it properly, he practiced it constantly.

Because it was the first power that filled his deficiency and emptiness.

What he had obtained was this Black Blood.

And as Yi Rown said.

-The Blood Demon Art is about adding.

The Blood Demon Art is not about learning something completely new, but about adding power to what you already have.

No, it is about multiplying power.

Koo-oong!

The air rippled, and space distorted.

The black flames that had risen in Kang Han-cheol’s hands were now compressed and burning small.

Tatatat!

The Jom-chang Six Swords, who had not yet fully recovered, were rushing towards Kang Han-cheol.

Indeed, the Jom-chang Six Swords, utilizing the Jom-chang’s footwork and agility to the fullest, which were known to be light and nimble, had already approached Kang Han-cheol and were moving their swords.

Strong energy filled with red aura.

It was the moment when it was about to pierce Kang Han-cheol’s body.

“Black Blood Strong Fist.”

Kang Han-cheol’s fist, finally completed and making its first appearance in the world.

It would soon be called this.

-Black Blood Demon.

The world was dyed with black flames.

* * *

“…….”

Tak Jin-soo knew.

That the martial art that that person had taught was of two kinds.

The Blood Demon Divine Art and the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

Each was the essence of the Blood Cult and the Heavenly Demon Cult.

That person had taught the two martial arts without any restrictions, but the problem was accepting and learning them.

It was a martial art that even geniuses who were said to be the best could not understand or accept.

Among them, the Heavenly Demon Divine Art had not yet found a suitable person except for one person.

On the other hand, the Blood Demon Divine Art was.

-If you use various tricks, you might get quite meaningful results.

It could be said that they had found a way.

Although not perfectly or much, research on the Blood Demon Divine Art was continuously being conducted.

The reason why Eun was quietly staying still was also because of that.

The organization was pouring all its power into that.

Even now, when the truce with Einheart was shaking, the reason why they were giving up so much and trying to maintain peace was precisely that reason.

-If we are given time, we will become even stronger.

It meant that they could show an overwhelming gap without having to struggle with that Einheart anymore.

Tak Jin-soo was one of those who actively agreed with that future.

He, who had been working on external missions in Jom-chang, responded to the call of the organization and followed their will.

-If you wish, you may use me.

He, a master of Jom-chang, volunteered himself for their experiments.

There was no special reason.

Whoosh!

That brilliant and red aura.

He had fallen for the Blood Demon Energy.

-Demon.

It was a power that should never be recognized or accepted by a member of the orthodox faction.

A wicked and destructive power.

However, Tak Jin-soo, who had become one of the Jom-chang Sixteen Swords, was able to feel it while carrying out his missions.

-What is a demon?

A demon is.

-It’s just power.

A power that they fear because they do not possess it.

A power that they strive to obtain.

The organization was already conducting deep research on demons, and they had become beings that could not be separated from demons.

Rejecting demons was to prevent the riffraff from accepting demons, not because demons were wrong.

Well, none of this was important.

What was important to Tak Jin-soo now was.

-There are stages in the Blood Demon Divine Art.

It was an unforgettable story about the Blood Demon Divine Art.

-First, it is Red Blood.

It was a story he had heard as a price for volunteering to be a test subject.

It was a story he had heard along with the command of the Jom-chang Six Swords.

-The Jom-chang Six Swords are these Red Blood Jiangshi.

The Jom-chang Six Swords had tested Jang So-young and died.

Jang So-young, who had a deeper affection and loyalty to Jom-chang than anyone else, had killed the best masters of Jom-chang, so it didn’t make sense, but Jom-chang was no longer important to Tak Jin-soo.

-In the realm of Red Blood, all internal energy increases more than twice, and the power of martial arts using Red Blood Demon Energy increases at least two to three times.

It was a miraculous power.

-Also, resistance to poison is created, and the time to emit and recover internal energy is rapidly accelerated.

A realm that could not be achieved with any elixir.

In fact, the Blood Demon Divine Art was worthy of the name of a divine art with just Red Blood alone.

But that was not all.

-There is a next stage.

The next stage beyond that.

-What is it?

He had no way of knowing what kind of eyes he had at that time.

But he could say with certainty that they were not unlike the eyes of a mother looking at her newborn child?

Eyes that were so lovely that they could not be endured, and that looked at a miracle.

-It is Violet Blood.

Violet Blood.

That was the second stage of the Blood Demon Divine Art.

-It is the realm of handling violet Blood Demon Energy.

The sound of swallowing saliva at that time was still remembered.

Glup.

-Violet Blood can use more than twice the internal energy and power compared to Red Blood, and above all, it is capable of absorbing energy.

-Absorbing energy, you say?

-Yes.

Absorbing energy meant absorbing the opponent’s internal energy.

It was just a legendary story, and theoretically, if an opponent was given, it was a way to use infinite internal energy and gain an unconditional advantage in internal energy over the opponent.

-Also, all internal energy used with Violet Blood Demon Energy is covered with poison, and it is even possible to control that poison.

It was absurd.

This was a divine art among divine arts.

Tak Jin-soo could see why the Blood Cult was such a terrifying existence, and why the organization was still chasing them.

Also.

-Demon.

He could see why they were called demons.

It was not because they absorbed the internal energy that the opponent had built up over a lifetime, or because they used poison, which was taboo in Eun.

-How is it?

-It’s beautiful.

It was just so brilliant and beautiful.

All martial artists would covet it.

They would give everything to have it.

They would betray their relatives and family to grab even a strand of it.

-A jewel.

A jewel that could not be exchanged for anything in this world.

To possess it, endless blood had to be shed.

That was why they were demons.

And now, he was given that opportunity.

-You are not suitable for learning the Blood Demon Divine Art.

He didn’t hear such words.

If there was no way, they wouldn’t have told him this story.

-Would you be willing to become a Violet Blood Jiangshi?

The answer was already decided.

-I will.

But just one thing.

-There is something I want to ask.

There was something he wanted to ask.

-What is it?

-Then what is the final stage of the Blood Demon Divine Art?

That end that he would not be able to have.

The most brilliant jewel.

-That is….

A story that he could be satisfied with just knowing that it existed.

-It is Black Blood.

Remembering that.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

Black needles pierced Tak Jin-soo’s entire body.