Disciple Of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 120

The Three Kings’ Disciple (121)

120

Yoo Do-hyung, transformed into an exact copy of Geumgae.

Geumgae’s eyes widened as if they would tear, but then,

“Puh… Puhahaha.”

Geumgae burst into laughter, his voice thick with phlegm.

“So… this was it.”

His eyes gleamed with disappointment and a flicker of hope.

“You thought… you could imitate me… ?”

The power the Black Lion King had shown, yet the method he devised was pathetic.

Creating a substitute to imitate him?

There was nothing more foolish.

“Just changing the appearance of a mere player… into me…!”

Geumgae shouted.

“Did you think you could possess Geumgae!”

There was nothing more meaningless than imitation.

Moreover, if it was a player, they were not a martial artist.

How long would that last?

They wouldn’t last more than a few days, and the Beggars’ Guild’s fury would only increase at the sight of someone daring to imitate Geumgae.

So, Geumgae laughed.

“I will help… I will….”

If that was all the Black Lion King had hoped for, then he was certain he could survive.

“Is your will done?”

But at Lee Rowan’s voice, Geumgae’s face hardened.

“Don’t worry. Yoo Do-hyung will perfectly replace you.”

Lee Rowan approached Geumgae, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him.

“Keok! Keok!”

Ignoring his gasps for air, Lee Rowan’s hand began to emit a thick, bloody aura.

“W-What are you doing!”

Geumgae shouted, filled with an unknown unease, but it was already too late.

“Keok!”

The materialized blood aura began to flow into Geumgae’s mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

Lee Rowan closed his eyes.

Numerous pieces of information flooded his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes, filled with crimson blood aura, were now burning with the flames of sacred fire.

Whoosh!

The sacred fire embers clung to Geumgae’s body.

“Kuh, Kuaaaaaak!”

No matter how much Geumgae screamed in pain and struggled, he couldn’t escape Lee Rowan’s grasp.

“Don’t worry. The Beggars’ Guild will truly believe you handed everything over to me.”

Unlike Geumgae’s worries, they would be completely deceived.

Also.

“Who….”

Lee Rowan spoke clearly, looking at Geumgae’s increasingly blurred vision.

“Do you think I’m afraid of the Beggars’ Guild?”

The last bit of hope.

The moment that ember was extinguished.

Thud.

Geumgae fell to the ground, ceasing to breathe.

Lee Rowan, with blood aura in one eye and sacred fire in the other, looked at Yoo Do-hyung.

Gulp.

Yoo Do-hyung swallowed, and he, in Geumgae’s form, approached.

He knelt and closed his eyes.

“I am ready.”

The moment Lee Rowan’s hands were placed on Yoo Do-hyung’s shoulders.

Whack!

Yoo Do-hyung’s head snapped back, and all seven of his orifices opened.

At the same time, sacred fire and demonic blood energy began to flow into Yoo Do-hyung’s seven orifices.

***

Clench.

Yoo Do-hyung clenched and unclenched his fist.

No, now Geumgae stood there.

“How is it?”

At Lee Rowan’s question, Yoo Do-hyung, now Geumgae, grabbed his trembling fist and reached out his hand.

The golden aura that settled on his open palm.

“……!”

Ha Se-min’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He, too, had thoughts not much different from Geumgae’s.

It was surprising enough that Yoo Do-hyung, whom Lee Rowan had brought, could change into Geumgae’s form, but just changing the appearance of a player, not a martial artist, wouldn’t be enough to take over Geumgae.

He had to be able to perfectly imitate Geumgae.

“This is….”

“It’s me.”

When Yoo Do-hyung looked with trembling eyes, as if he couldn’t believe it, Lee Rowan spoke.

“Manner of speech.”

“T-This is… me.”

Yoo Do-hyung’s voice and manner of speech were changing.

“Black Lion King. I think this can definitely deceive them.”

The one standing there had become the complete Geumgae.

Kwaaaang!

The golden aura that shot out from his open palm collided with a tree.

It was clearly awkward, but it was the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms that Geumgae had shown.

Paat! Paat! Paat!

Yoo Do-hyung extended his palms several more times.

Thud! Thud! Kwaaaang!

Before long, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms he was extending had become plausible.

“I really… didn’t think it was possible….”

Even Ha Se-min couldn’t hide his surprise.

However, Lee Rowan was different.

With his usual eyes, he was watching this scene as if it were the most natural thing.

What they had done with Yoo Do-hyung at the Blood Demon Castle.

‘The Demonic Blood Divine Art that observes the inner self, and the Heavenly Demon Divine Art that observes the body.’

With that power, they had transformed Yoo Do-hyung.

And finally.

‘Geumgae.’

They had transferred what was within Geumgae’s body to Yoo Do-hyung using sacred fire and demonic blood energy.

Kuuuuuung!

The eighteen golden dragons that extended from Yoo Do-hyung’s hand.

Kwaaaaaang!

They collided with the ground, causing a massive explosion.

“Enough.”

At Lee Rowan’s words, Yoo Do-hyung, in Geumgae’s form, nodded.

“It won’t last long.”

What they had done to Yoo Do-hyung was to change his body to Geumgae’s using the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, and to make his demonic blood energy that of a martial artist, not a player.

But such a thing could not last long.

“Two weeks to a month is the limit.”

After a certain amount of time, Yoo Do-hyung would return to his original form.

The system core that had been moved to his dantian [energy center] would shed the skin it had taken on and return to its original state.

“Is it possible within that time?”

At Lee Rowan’s words, the Black Lion King finally smiled.

“Two weeks to a month is enough. If I can’t do it in that time, I should give up being the Black Lion.”

“Do it with that resolve.”

“That’s just what I’m saying….”

Ha Se-min shook his head.

But he was genuinely ready to devour Geumgae within the promised time.

“I won’t be able to do everything, but I’ll do as much as I can.”

“Understood.”

All preparations were complete.

Now, Yoo Do-hyung, in Geumgae’s form, stood before Lee Rowan.

“It hurts. Endure it.”

Lee Rowan reached out his hand once more towards the terrified Yoo Do-hyung.

* * *

A hill in Jigeum-dong, Namyangju.

Its name was Golden Mountain.

The players who had gathered at the clash between Geumgae and Eunha.

Gulp.

They were speechless at the sight before them, only swallowing their saliva.

“…….”

It seemed as if saliva would drip from their open mouths.

That’s how unbelievable the scene was.

Thud!

The martial artists were roughly thrown to the ground.

“Those who resist will not be shown mercy.”

It was hard for them to accept that they were Geumgae’s martial artists, not Eunha’s.

“You’ll… regret it.”

Geumgae’s thousand martial artists.

All of them were subdued and lying on the ground.

“Eunha….”

Finally, they opened their mouths.

“Was this strong.”

The onlookers’ voices were not questioning.

They had already questioned the competitive raid of the Gyeonggi Gate.

This scene was just a scene that made them certain.

“The Beggars’ Guild…!”

Shouted one of Geumgae’s martial artists.

Whack!

A rough kick flew into his mouth.

“I told you to shut up.”

The vagabonds were taking the lead in controlling Geumgae’s men.

Eunha was merely coordinating the entire situation.

With that, the onlookers could once again realize.

That Eunha was completely controlling those two thousand vagabonds.

“……….”

So, it was inevitable that their mouths would be open and they would be speechless.

But still, the perfect result had not yet come out.

The fight of the martial artists.

‘The Expert.’

The result of the battle between the missing Geumgae and Eunha’s special guild members who had chased after him would determine the victory or defeat of this battle.

If Geumgae had won, even if Eunha had subdued Geumgae’s martial artists, it wouldn’t change much.

If Geumgae was still alive, an even larger force would move again.

But if Geumgae had lost.

“If Eunha won….”

Whatever happened after that, it was clear that it would be a thrilling event.

The onlookers’ reactions were different from before.

During the competitive raid, the onlookers had never expected Eunha’s victory.

They only had optimistic thoughts, similar to wondering what it would be like to win the lottery.

But now, the onlookers were.

Kwaang!

All attention was focused on Golden Mountain, where explosions continued.

‘It might be possible.’

‘Eunha….’

Might be able to defeat Geumgae.

Before long, the explosions at Golden Mountain stopped.

Everyone knew that this was the silence just before the end of the battle and the announcement of the victor.

The gazes of the onlookers.

Swoosh.

The gazes of Geumgae’s bound martial artists.

Swoosh.

Even the gazes of Eunha’s martial artists were focused on one place.

The entrance of Golden Mountain.

Sapak.

The sound of leaves being stepped on could be heard from there.

“You will regret it!”

“What are you expecting!”

Geumgae’s martial artists shouted without erasing their smiles.

A belief that Geumgae would never have lost.

“Now you will have to pay the price!”

They shouted with that belief.

“Geumgae’s fury will burn down all of Eunha!”

Eunha and the vagabonds left Geumgae’s martial artists alone.

“We will erase and trample everything you have! You will regret it!”

That was their belief.

The hope that these idiots would realize the reality and be even more frustrated with the result that was about to be announced.

Cheok.

Wang Yeo-il stepped forward.

Behind him, Jung Chi-soo and Eunha’s martial artists followed.

“It’s a useless act! The person you cannot do anything to….”

Geumgae’s martial artist, who was shouting, closed his mouth.

Cheok!

Because they saw the sight of Wang Yeo-il and Eunha’s martial artists bowing their heads while taking a fist salute.

Did that mean they were accepting defeat?

Or….

Gulp.

Did it mean that they had the same belief as them?

Finally, in the darkened surroundings, a shadow revealed itself.

“Hahahaha-!”

Geumgae’s martial artists burst into laughter.

“Did you see! This is what you will face….”

The one who appeared was Geumgae, wearing the golden dragon robe, though it was tattered.

But they felt something was strange about his complexion.

“Reality….”

Geumgae’s martial artists trailed off.

Something was wrong.

Geumgae walked out.

Whack!

His back was roughly trampled and he fell.

The man stepping on his back.

“We greet our Guild Leader!”

Eunha’s martial artists and Wang Yeo-il shouted, welcoming him.

Lee Rowan.

With his languid eyes, he brushed back his hair and stood on Geumgae’s back.

“Wow….”

A groan-like sound came from somewhere.

“Waaaaaaaah-!”

It became a roar that echoed throughout Golden Mountain.

* * *

Only a week had passed since the battle of Golden Mountain ended.

In that one week, many things had changed.

Geumgae had declared complete surrender to Eunha and had to pay the price for starting the war.

He had announced that he would hand over all of Geumgae’s businesses in South Korea to Eunha and declared that he would set the amount of compensation for the war he had started against Eunha.

A story that was so unconventional that it was unrealistic.

‘Something is wrong.’

Geumgae’s martial artists, who thought so, tried to rebel against Geumgae.

They had made a preemptive move, fearing the reaction the Beggars’ Guild would show to Geumgae’s actions.

But the result was that they only threw away their lives to Geumgae’s Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Geumgae, acting as if he were a child who had lost his pride, was roughly handling things.

Geumgae had even cut off contact with the Beggars’ Guild and was handing over all of his businesses to Eunha.

-The remaining Korean businesses of Geumgae will be entrusted to Branch Leader Yoo Do-hyung.

He was handing them over to Yoo Do-hyung.

Gyeonggi-do, which was called the land of opportunity, but everyone had been mistaken.

Gyeonggi-do was not a land of opportunity.

“The Land of Gold.”