Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 129

Kwa kwa kwa kwang!

A stream of fire erupted from the player’s hand.

Paat!

A player leaped out, swinging a greatsword mightily.

It was a superb strike, honed by countless battles.

But the opponent was not so easily defeated.

They thought it was their trump card, but.

Kaang!

The strike was blocked far too easily.

Then, the player’s weakness was exposed all too clearly.

The delay after using a skill.

It was not an opponent who would miss that fleeting moment of frozen movement.

Seogeok-!

A clean slicing sound came from the neatly swung strike.

Thud.

The severed torso fell to the ground, forlorn.

“Eee…, eeeeeeek!”

Enraged by the sight, the players began to charge, their formation collapsing.

“Amitabha.”

It was nothing more than a suicidal act.

The Wudang martial artists, chanting their Taoist invocation, spread out as if enveloping the players.

Taat!

Light footsteps and.

Hwiik!

A swift swing.

Seogeok!

The result was the creation of another corpse, identical to the previous players.

Before long, the street was filled with blood and corpses.

“Amitabha.”

The Wudang martial artists, chanting their Taoist invocation while bisecting and killing humans.

Their appearance was utterly grotesque.

But the Sword Dance was not over yet.

Seueuk.

The Wudang martial artists spread out, tracking down the players.

The people on the street had already closed their doors and windows, hiding away, and the street was filled only with corpses.

“Is today….”

A voice tinged with a sense of regret.

“Is this the end?”

But at the same time, an indescribable complex emotion was also felt.

It was the moment when the Wudang martial artists, leaving the numerous corpses behind, were about to turn away.

Seueuk.

They raised their swords again and adjusted their breathing.

Their appearance was completely different from when they were facing the players, showing clear signs of tension.

“Who… are you?”

A martial artist spoke to the empty air.

In front of him.

Seureuk.

Shadows flickered, and figures began to appear.

One was in a neat suit, another in silver martial attire, and the remaining two were dressed like the residents of Earth.

Glup.

Without needing to examine them closely, one could tell.

“They’re masters.”

That they were masters.

Seueuk.

The Wudang martial artists, who had been about to retreat, stood as if encircling those who had appeared.

“Support….”

The moment a Wudang martial artist was about to give an order, a young boy in comfortable training clothes slammed his palm onto the ground.

Kuuung!

With a heavy, resounding noise, the surrounding air shifted.

What was visible did not change, but.

“Magic… circle.”

A seasoned Wudang martial artist could tell that it was a type of magic circle.

A magic that cut off contact with the surroundings and temporarily scattered illusions.

‘How could such a level of magic circle be created in an instant….’

Normally, a magic circle of this level would be difficult to manifest without prior preparation.

If magic circles could be activated and manifested this easily, the Silver Union would have suffered countless fatal damages in the war with Einheart.

That meant that the skill of the young boy who activated the magic circle was beyond imagination.

Nod.

He signaled that if a fight broke out, the boy should be the first target.

“Are you persecuting Wudang?”

As the martial artist spoke, this time, the man in the suit and the woman in martial attire stepped forward.

“Isn’t that what you were doing?”

A cold female voice.

“This is….”

The Wudang martial artist, who was about to say something, paused for a moment and then spoke.

“We were merely testing our swords.”

In a fleeting moment, the martial artist’s face and breathing completely changed, and that was the answer that came out.

“Testing your swords?”

A languid voice from behind.

“So you hunt living people?”

“The most important thing in honing a sword is practical combat. This is Wudang’s Sword Dance, and it is beyond training.”

The Wudang martial artists took their stances.

It was because they already felt that there was no possibility of resolving the situation through dialogue.

Woo woong.

With a clear sword cry, sword energy soared.

“Any further conversation….”

It was then.

Taat!

A woman suddenly leaped out.

Her sword drew a bizarre trajectory and was launched at the Wudang martial artists.

Kakang!

The martial artist thought he had deflected it with his sword energy, but.

“While following the Tao.”

The woman’s sword changed direction like a living snake and pierced in again.

Kaang!

Five martial artists blocked the sword simultaneously, but.

“While being a martial artist.”

Ggeugeugeugeuk.

They were being pushed back several steps by the woman’s sword.

But clearly, the woman’s sword had been blocked.

There were still three martial artists who could move.

If they didn’t let the woman get away….

Seureuk!

But then, once again, the sword’s path changed.

The sword that had clearly been blocked pierced through the gap.

Puuk!

It pierced straight through the martial artist’s abdomen.

There was no way he wouldn’t know.

“Jo, Jongnam….”

“How can you do such a thing?”

The woman’s sword was from Jongnam [a martial arts sect].

And this tone and sword form were….

“Jongnam Divine Maiden…!”

It was Jongnam Divine Maiden, Baek Cheong.

***

The Wudang martial artists were kneeling.

Lee Ro-woon didn’t even need to step in.

Everything was settled by Baek Cheong and Ha Se-min.

It was only natural.

Although Wudang’s swords were sharp and strong, these were merely low-ranking martial artists at the bottom of Wudang’s hierarchy.

It was obvious that it would be impossible to face Ha Se-min and Baek Cheong, who were both Heavenly-ranked martial artists, of which there were only a hundred in Asia.

“Kuek!”

Their defeat was perhaps inevitable.

“You morons.”

Baek Cheong spat out as she looked at them.

“Was Wudang’s sword only effective against the weak?”

The reason Baek Cheong was so angry was simple.

She could feel it the moment their swords clashed.

“You give up the moment you see a strong opponent. Even if Wudang’s name isn’t what it used to be, I didn’t know you’d be this pathetic.”

“Watch your tongue! Jongnam Divine Maiden!”

In the end, a martial artist who couldn’t hold back shouted angrily.

“Why? Am I wrong?”

Baek Cheong showed no mercy.

She was a unique individual among the martial artists.

Unlike most of the Silver Union, who looked down on and disregarded players and Earth’s residents, she ultimately viewed all humans as equal beings.

However, what was important to her was whether or not a person had the mindset of a martial artist.

“You should have harbored killing intent. You should have tried to kill. Even if your head was to fall, you should have thought about taking one of my arms.”

Jongnam, which was close to Wudang but had no interaction with them.

Baek Cheong, who had not seen their swordsmanship, seemed to have secretly held some expectations.

But when their swords clashed, there was no killing intent in Wudang’s swords.

She seemed to think that they had given up upon seeing the strong Baek Cheong.

It was then.

Jeobeok.

The one who had not moved finally stepped forward.

Seueuk.

As if waiting for it, Ha Se-min and Baek Cheong stepped aside.

“……!”

The Wudang martial artist’s eyes widened at the sight.

‘Just who is that person?’

It was none other than the Jongnam Divine Maiden.

And the man in the suit was also a strong individual no less than the Jongnam Divine Maiden.

But this man now.

‘I can’t feel anything.’

Yet, the Jongnam Divine Maiden seemed to respect and even be wary of him.

‘Jongnam?’

No.

If there was someone in Jongnam that the Jongnam Divine Maiden was so wary of, there was no way he wouldn’t know their face.

It could only be Woo Jang-sook of the All-Heaven Alliance or the elders of Jongnam, but this man was clearly not from Jongnam.

“There’s no point in talking unnecessarily.”

A languid voice echoed.

Seueuk.

At the same time, an arm reached out.

At that, the Wudang martial artist once again did something a martial artist should not do.

Jjilkeun!

He closed his eyes in an unknown fear.

“You’ll find out anyway, so why bother arguing?”

The man’s hand gripped the Wudang martial artist’s head.

“Kueup!”

The martial artist groaned.

His closed eyes opened, and his eyes rolled back.

“Heueueueu!”

With a sobbing sound as if crying, blood flowed from his eyes, mouth, and nose, flowing into the man’s hand.

‘Blood Soul Extraction Technique.’

The Blood Demon Divine Art that observes the inside of a human.

It was the act of taking all the information contained in each and every component of the blood.

Flames bloomed like a flower in the hand where the blood had gathered.

And then.

Taat!

Baek Cheong and Ha Se-min leaped up simultaneously.

“Protect.”

Bonde-no stomped his foot on the ground.

Thukang!

Along with that, a blue shield rose up.

Kwaaaaang!

An explosion followed.

With the rising smoke, the surroundings were covered in flames.

“……There was still someone left!”

The voice of a Wudang martial artist who was not yet in order.

“Water Bomb.”

As Bonde-no clenched his fist, a giant water droplet appeared in the sky.

With a sound of it bursting, a downpour began to fall around them.

Shwaaaaa.

In the falling rain.

Kakakang!

There was a sound as if a battle was taking place where Ha Se-min and Baek Cheong had disappeared.

“As expected.”

Lee Ro-woon said, looking at the Wudang martial artist.

“Was there something?”

He thought it was strange.

The Sword Dance that occurred sporadically in Guangzhou.

The reason was that the Wudang martial artists were testing the swords they had honed.

They hunted and killed the players scattered throughout Guangzhou, and they sharpened their swords by slaughtering ordinary people.

People called it Wudang’s Sword Dance.

But the Sword Dance that Lee Ro-woon had seen directly was somehow strange.

“It wasn’t a senseless slaughter.”

The killing intent that the Wudang martial artists felt when they cut down the players did not come out without any reason.

Moreover, these people.

“They didn’t even show killing intent when facing Baek Cheong.”

They didn’t use killing intent, or even a hint of it, against Baek Cheong.

If they had given up on everything, it would have been right to choose to flee.

But they didn’t.

“There must be a reason.”

That the Sword Dance was not a meaningless slaughter as people thought.

“…….”

The information that was entering Lee Ro-woon’s mind was telling him.

“Ro-woon.”

Bonde-no rolled up his sleeves and stood next to Lee Ro-woon.

The numerous magic circles drawn on his body were glowing red simultaneously, as if they were heating up.

Surrounding Bonde-no, Lee Ro-woon, and the Wudang martial artists were.

“Outsiders?”

Players wearing yellow turbans.

“You’re lucky. Thanks to the outsiders, there’s an opening.”

A man wearing a yellow turban said to Lee Ro-woon.

“Hand over the Wudang martial artists. Then we’ll let you go back unharmed.”

At the same time.

“Amitabha….”

The Wudang martial artist also chanted his Taoist invocation.

“Release us right now. Only then can we stop those demons!”

“Nonsense. Haven’t you seen what Wudang has done? The moment you release them, they’ll go after you.”

The confrontation between Wudang and the players.

They were in sharp disagreement, shouting at Lee Ro-woon.

And Lee Ro-woon.

“What nonsense are you spouting?”

He simultaneously cut off both of their words.

“Why would I hand over what I caught?”

“In the end, you’re making a bad move….”

“And.”

Lee Ro-woon’s figure disappeared like a shadow.

“You’re hiding your killing intent while saying you’ll let them live?”

Paat.

Lee Ro-woon appeared in front of the player wearing the yellow turban.

“What kind of dogshit are you talking about?”

Kwaang!

The hand that had covered the man’s head slammed the man’s body into the ground along with his head.

The players who were trying to move quickly at the sight.

“Kkeueueueup.”

But they were bound as if they were entangled in something, their movements sealed.

Something that had bloomed beneath their feet.

Hwareureureuk!

The flames that rose up swallowed the players.

Feeling the energy of Ha Se-min and Baek Cheong returning, Lee Ro-woon squatted down and grabbed the hair of the player whose head had been slammed into the ground, lifting him up.

“If I have just one of you to answer, that’ll be enough.”

They wouldn’t have dared to expect to return alive after aiming for his life.