Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 283

-The final stage of the Blood Demon Divine Art is….

A voice is heard.

-It is Black Blood.

Black Blood.

Thinking of that, Tak Jin-soo had a strange dream.

A dream where black qi [life force or energy] bloomed from the tip of his sword, a realm he could never reach.

A dream where he stepped into a realm known to be impossible, making countless martial artists kneel beneath him.

Such were his dreams.

-Then….

However, Tak Jin-soo’s question did not end there.

-Has anyone achieved Black Blood?

The one who received his question wore a strange smile.

And….

“It ends here.”

Lee Ro-woon said.

Before his eyes, Tak Jin-soo, his blood points pierced by black needles, was kneeling.

The twisted neck and the burst blood vessels in his eyes indicated his condition.

Death.

Tak Jin-soo had already been killed by Lee Ro-woon a few minutes ago.

After that, he read Tak Jin-soo’s memories through the Blood Soul Absorption Art.

“The final stage of the Blood Demon Divine Art is Black Blood.”

A sneer appeared on Lee Ro-woon’s lips.

“Do they not know, or are they hiding it?”

The information they had was mostly correct.

The Blood Demon Divine Art had stages, and the effectiveness and growth rate differed according to each stage.

With each step forward, those who learned the Blood Demon Divine Art grew as if they were evolving.

From Red Blood to Violet Blood, and then to Black Blood.

However.

-Black Blood is the end of the Blood Demon Divine Art.

That was wrong.

Because True Blood exists above that.

Even until the end, Tak Jin-soo closed his eyes without knowing the truth.

Tak Jin-soo seemed to have expected defeat.

-This is an experiment. To see how far a Violet Blood Jiangshi [a type of undead being] can go.

A fight that was planned from the start with defeat in mind.

It seemed that the goal was to collect data against him.

However, Tak Jin-soo.

-But if I survive….

He seemed to have a glimmer of hope.

-I won’t be defeated so easily. Because now I am at least a hair of that person.

Those were the thoughts Tak Jin-soo had.

Tak Jin-soo seemed to have thought that this fight was a proper fight that looked quite plausible.

“Tsk.”

Lee Ro-woon clicked his tongue.

Because he knew how foolish that thought was.

Until then, Eun was somewhat threatening to Lee Ro-woon.

At first, he had not even completed the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, and then the Ring of the Emperor was only at the beginner level.

But now, he could say that he had completely mastered the Ring of the Emperor.

Everything was a part that made up himself.

Compared to the finished product, it was still far from enough.

“There’s no way.”

It didn’t seem like they could ever close the gap that had widened so much from before.

“By the way, is my master not saying anything about me?”

Nowhere in Tak Jin-soo’s memories was there any mention of him.

Just.

-He is that person’s eldest disciple.

That was all anyone said.

-But he is also an enemy we must eliminate.

Just such stories.

Swish.

The black needles that were embedded in Tak Jin-soo’s body had already swelled up and were glowing red.

When Lee Ro-woon pulled out his hand.

Thud!

It was pulled out from Tak Jin-soo’s hardened body and became a bead, seeping into Lee Ro-woon’s body.

Additional memories and even the power that Tak Jin-soo had.

Tak Jin-soo had been robbed of everything he had achieved by sacrificing himself in just one moment.

Swish, swish!

Tak Jin-soo’s body, having lost everything, began to scatter like a mummy without a drop of moisture.

At that moment when it was scattering into dust.

“…….”

Silence fell on the battlefield.

The loud banging noises, or the noises of something being cut off, had long since disappeared.

Lee Ro-woon slowly turned his gaze and saw them.

“…….”

Faces that were not so much intoxicated with victory, but rather like the faces of those who had completely unleashed their forbidden power.

The faces of Kang Han-cheol, Ha Se-min, and others.

And Hashman, who seemed satisfied as if he had enjoyed the battle.

“…….”

Even the face of Lee Shin-woo, who was looking at him as if he couldn’t believe it.

Their fight was already over.

The Six Swords of Jeomchang.

It didn’t matter that they were masters of Eun, and that they had become even stronger as Blood Jiangshi.

“There won’t be much that can stop you now.”

Because they had become stronger than that, and would become stronger.

Nod.

They had faces that seemed deeply moved by the short story.

Lee Ro-woon’s gaze turned behind them.

Thud.

Numerous people were looking at Lee Ro-woon.

Enemies and allies alike.

Everyone was looking at Lee Ro-woon.

* * *

All eyes were on Lee Ro-woon.

Those who had been fiercely clashing swords were lowering their swords and retreating.

Not all the enemies had been killed.

There were still those who were breathing heavily, looking fine.

But they too lowered their swords and retreated.

-A martial artist does not retreat.

There is such a saying.

A martial artist never retreats in a fight.

They would rather die than show their backs.

-A wound on the back of a martial artist is only a disgrace.

The very act of trying to escape was a disgrace that denied the life of a martial artist.

But no one could blame them now.

This is not a fight.

Thud.

It’s a war.

“…….”

Lee Ro-woon moved his feet.

From the start, Lee Ro-woon hadn’t even held a sword.

He had only brushed off Tak Jin-soo’s sword qi a few times with his hand, and stepped aside to avoid it.

And he had only reached out his hand.

Thud, thud, thud!

That was the end.

Through that small gap, black flowers bloomed from all directions, becoming thin needles and attacking him.

The moment those needles pierced his blood points, Tak Jin-soo was as good as finished.

Thud.

The same was true of the fight between Kang Han-cheol and the others.

The Six Swords of Jeomchang.

No matter how strong they were, they could no longer be considered Kang Han-cheol’s opponents.

Even if they were reborn as Red Blood Jiangshi or Violet Blood Jiangshi, it would be the same.

The reason why their fight had been prolonged was.

“Thanks to you, I have learned what I can do. Thank you.”

It was because they wanted to test their own strength.

Even if the Six Swords of Jeomchang were not enough as opponents for a life-or-death duel, they were skilled enough to be a scarecrow to check their level.

Nod.

Lee Ro-woon nodded and walked on.

Behind him, Kang Han-cheol and Hashman and others began to walk together.

Thud.

Before he knew it, Lee Ro-woon was standing at the boundary between those who had become cultists and those who had blocked them.

First.

Swish.

The cultists naturally stepped back and bowed their heads.

They were those who had become cultists of the Blood Cult for less than a month.

They had learned the Blood Demon Art, so loyalty was naturally blooming in their hearts, but Lee Ro-woon was suppressing that function.

So, in fact, there was no reason for them to worship Lee Ro-woon like a god or follow him.

If they didn’t run away or harm the cult, he wouldn’t interfere with anything.

“The Blood Demon….”

They were kneeling and bowing their heads on their own.

“The Blood Demon….”

Lee Ro-woon looked towards the source of the voice that had just burst out.

Then, the words that followed were no longer heard.

Thud.

Lee Ro-woon walked.

And his direction was.

“……!”

It was towards the place where the enemies were concentrated.

The members of Jeomchang had all been subdued or killed.

However, most of the martial artists from the small and medium-sized sects were still alive and able to fight.

That was the characteristic of the Philippines.

Those who had been alienated by the opening of the outside world and had been fighting a difficult battle.

There must have been exchanges between the sects of Luzon and the nearby sects, and in this situation, it would have been difficult to take each other’s lives even though they were facing each other with swords.

Of course, thanks to that, many of those who had newly become cultists had survived.

Swish.

Lee Ro-woon stopped.

Seeing him, despair settled on the faces of the enemies.

A martial artist does not run away from a fight.

But this was a war.

And the captain’s battle in a war determines the morale of the entire army.

Especially in a war waged by superhumans.

-A second-rate martial artist subdues ten third-rate martial artists.

There is such a saying.

-A first-rate martial artist subdues ten second-rate martial artists.

And.

-A master martial artist, a supreme martial artist, a martial artist of the Hwagyung realm, a martial artist of the Hyunggyung realm….

Endless stories.

Then.

What about those who had reached the peak of the Hyunggyung realm, and who had defeated Tak Jin-soo and the Six Swords of Jeomchang, who had been emitting strange power and dominating the crowd?

And what about those who had only suffered minor injuries while fighting them, or the giant who had fought two of the Six Swords of Jeomchang?

And….

Thud, thud, thud!

Everyone saw that sight.

Due to the movement of the enormous energy, even while exchanging swords, they naturally turned their heads to see that sight.

The majesty of Lee Ro-woon, who had simply reached out his hand and dealt with Tak Jin-soo at once.

Lee Ro-woon.

“Step aside.”

He was undoubtedly a strongman who could face everyone in this place.

Therefore, further fighting was meaningless.

Moreover, if the martial artists of Luzon had joined them, there must be a reason.

So.

Swish.

They stepped aside.

The tightly closed lips, the narrow eyes, the trembling arms.

Swish.

But those who stepped back soon had faces that were freed from all of that.

They still couldn’t erase a trace of tension.

Thud.

Lee Ro-woon, who was passing through them, didn’t seem to have any intention of doing anything to them.

No one, no one dared to think of targeting Lee Ro-woon, who was showing his back.

Thud.

Lee Ro-woon went forward.

Swish!

He stepped aside from the enemies.

And at some point, Lee Ro-woon and his party left the battlefield.

“…….”

Silence continued for a long time after that.

Then, someone looked at the place where the disappeared Lee Ro-woon had gone, and said in a quiet voice.

“The Blood Cult….”

The words they hadn’t said out of caution.

“Long live the Blood Cult! Long live the Blood Demon! Ten thousand years!”

Someone’s cry.

“Long live the Blood Cult-!”

Soon, it was spreading like a wave.

“Long live the Blood Demon-!”

A resonance.

“Ten thousand years-!”

That resonance was overturning the battlefield where the war had ended.

* * *

Usually, after a war ends, cleanup is essential.

Even though the war was still ongoing, the treatment of the occupied territory had to be decided quickly.

Lee Ro-woon, or rather the Blood Cult, had risen in Luzon and had arrived in Lopez, passing through Legazpi.

Except for the battle with Tak Jin-soo in Legazpi, no other battles had taken place since then.

They were moving forward.

Lee Ro-woon did nothing.

Neither did Kang Han-cheol or Ha Se-min step forward.

-It doesn’t seem like it’s my place to step in.

Even Lee Shin-woo, who would have been good to recruit the Qing Army, did not step forward.

Even so.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Lee Ro-woon’s procession had become even larger.

He hadn’t told them to join the cult like in Luzon, nor had he shown them any power for them.

After the fight in Legazpi, Lee Ro-woon had moved forward without doing anything.

Ha Se-min did not add anything to Lee Ro-woon.

Because Lee Ro-woon seemed to know better than anyone else.

That the Blood Cult was a cult.

That a cult was ultimately a religion.

Religion is.

“Waaaaaaaah!”

Not something that a god should be excited about, but something that the cultists should spread.

Already, tens of thousands of cultists were newly joining the cult.