Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 157

Ro-woon grabbed Jang So-young’s neck.

Instead of her face contorting in pain, it blurred and faded away.

Image Shift.

*Paat.*

What Ro-woon had grabbed was just an afterimage of her.

*Sshee-ek!*

Rather, Jang So-young’s sword pierced in from Ro-woon’s side with a sharp tearing sound.

It was literally a split second.

Her thrust, known as the fastest among the Jeomchang [a martial arts sect], was so fast that no one could see it.

*Pook!*

Jang So-young’s sword lodged into Ro-woon’s side.

However, Jang So-young’s expression was not good.

*Blur.*

That was also an afterimage.

Jang So-young, turning her body, quickly retrieved her sword and held it diagonally.

*Kwaang!*

The impact felt on the sword’s surface pushed Jang So-young’s foot back an inch.

“You… you’re keeping up with my speed?”

Jang So-young’s eyes gleamed with interest.

She hadn’t used her full speed.

But he had kept up with almost half of it.

“…….”

The opponent wearing Ro-woon’s face.

‘He still has some leeway.’

He also seemed to have some room to spare.

‘One more tempo.’

Jeomchang was a sect that focused all its weight on accuracy and speed.

Embodying its essence, Jang So-young took a step forward.

*Pasut.*

Jang So-young blurred again.

*Kaang!*

Sparks flew, creating a flash of light.

*Kaaang!*

Once more.

*Kang! Kakakakakakang!*

The sparks that flew up in succession decorated the sky.

“What’s going on…?”

Even the players who were on the verge of death.

“…The Cheonji Ilseom…!” [Heaven and Earth One Sword, a Jeomchang technique]

Jeomchang.

“…No way!”

Dang Hwa-young and the Dang family watched the scene in shock.

All they could see were afterimages.

In no time.

*Pasususuut!*

The afterimages created by the two had multiplied into dozens.

The only one who could remain calm while watching it was Lee Shin-woo, who looked exhausted.

*Kaang!*

Sparks flew once more.

*Paat! Geugeugeuk!*

The afterimages stopped, and Jang So-young’s body slid backward, overturning the ground.

“You….”

What appeared in her eyes was no longer interest.

Jang So-young, who had been increasing her speed continuously.

“Just what is your identity…?”

The first question she had asked.

Jang So-young had asked about the identity of Ro-woon, who had replaced Kim Jong-soo.

The answer to that was.

“I told you.”

It sounded like a declaration.

“Militia, Ro-woon.”

His languid eyes still showed no sign of seriousness.

***

*Woo-oong!*

The Ring of the Emperor rotating on his chest.

The teachings of the Martial King Master, which controlled the entire human body.

It was a gear and an engine.

And the Ring of the Emperor, the teachings of the Sword King Master, which controlled and governed external forces.

‘Fuel and body.’

It was the body that covered the engine and gears, and at the same time, it was the fuel that could inject endless power.

*Pudeuk.*

Ro-woon twisted his neck left and right, loosening his body.

“It’s finally meshing a bit.”

When he only had the teachings of the Martial King Master, Ro-woon could not fully unleash his power.

He only used a portion of his full power, and if he tried to unleash power beyond the allowed range.

*Pusyuuuk!*

His skin would tear and his bones would twist, just like now.

Although the side effects had greatly reduced after mastering the Demonic Divine Art, it was still not perfect.

From the beginning, the teachings of the masters were different from the levels the masters had in the past.

A new level created by the three masters together through contemplation.

Only when the teachings of the three masters meshed together could he unleash his true power.

He had only acquired two gears, and he had obtained the body to cover those gears.

But with just that.

*Kukung!*

Ro-woon became a monster on a different level than when he only had the teachings of the Martial King.

The air was being crushed.

“Keup.”

Even Jang So-young, the best of Jeomchang, was being crushed by a pressure that seemed to suffocate her.

“Militia Ro-woon, you say?”

Jang So-young said, twisting her lips.

“Are you saying you’re that Ro-woon?”

Ro-woon of Dank.

“That’s right.”

“That could be.”

Jang So-young acknowledged it plainly.

“It’s always been the case that Hwasan [a martial arts sect] hides secrets.”

Since she hadn’t seen Ro-woon’s corpse, there was a possibility that Ro-woon was alive.

However.

“That’s nonsense.”

Jang So-young soon scoffed.

“Ro-woon was a player.”

Dank and Ro-woon.

Jang So-young could also say that she knew more about him than anyone else.

-So-young. Do you know Dank?

Because Dang Hwa-young, her childhood friend, had talked about Dank and Ro-woon every single day.

“Why don’t you hide even that massive bet and not say anything?”

“It doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not.”

Ro-woon’s languid eyes slowly began to shine.

His body was gradually loosening up.

Jang So-young, she was definitely the best of Jeomchang, with the title of Cheonji Ilseom.

Just keeping up with that speed.

*Woo-oong!*

The Ring of the Emperor and his body were becoming even more closely connected.

“Now it’s a name that all of Eun’s forces need to know.”

He would make it known to everyone.

And he would make it reach the ears of his masters.

Whether it was Ro-woon of Eunha or Ro-woon of the militia.

The name Ro-woon would shake the world.

“In that case….”

Jang So-young’s eyes also sank.

*Kukukung.*

An even denser inner energy emanated from her body, crushing the surroundings.

“I absolutely can’t let you live.”

Jeomchang’s plan.

‘Ro-woon’s resurrection, and downfall.’

To resurrect Ro-woon and make him the hope of the players again.

And then to bring down that Ro-woon.

As a result, the arrogant players would lose hope and despair, and be satisfied with their lives as slaves again.

‘Eunha.’

They were planning to create chaos by inciting conflict between Eunha and the players.

With that, they would push out Eunha, and Jeomchang would try to take its place.

The place where Jeomchang’s gate opened was in Southeast Asia.

Among them, it was the Philippines.

The situation of Jeomchang, which had opened on one of the many islands of the Philippines, was literally the worst.

Due to the players not being able to gather in the early stages, gate breaks occurred incessantly, and numerous islands and seas were occupied by monsters.

Although Jeomchang and a few other sects had pushed them back, the situation was not good.

So, they needed to find a new base.

‘A deal.’

This matter had to succeed in order to establish that deal.

“Either way, none of the people here can be left alive.”

Jang So-young released her stance and lowered her sword.

At first glance, it seemed like she was exposing herself to complete defenselessness, but.

‘There are no openings.’

Rather, it was the best defensive stance she could take.

“Because I’ll have to erase everything.”

Her eyes changed.

“I have no choice but to show that power.”

It didn’t matter who the opponent was.

What mattered was that the opponent was a master so skilled that even she, the best of Jeomchang, could not easily guarantee victory.

She didn’t think she would lose.

‘Cheongwi.’

Since there was an exception called Lee Shin-woo, it was not good to drag out the time.

She would unleash her best power and end it in one go, as if slicing the heavens and earth.

“The….”

Someone’s shocked voice.

“The sun…!”

At that voice, everyone looked up at the sky.

The sun, which should have been floating high up there, was gradually getting closer.

* * *

The sun was falling and getting closer.

*Hwareuk!*

Due to the heat, the floor melted, and their skin burned.

“Kuek!”

Lee Shin-woo, who was acting as their shield, groaned.

The power he was using now was equivalent to the power of five hundred players.

But.

‘I can’t hold it back?’

The heat emitted by the falling sun was too much to block even with that.

Was it really the sun?

Moreover.

“Why….”

Lee Shin-woo’s glasses shook as he looked at the falling sun.

“A familiar power….”

He felt a very familiar power from that sun.

A unique power that was neither a player’s magic nor a martial artist’s inner energy.

“Why…!”

Lee Shin-woo’s gaze was fixed on Ro-woon.

“The same as what I felt from you….”

Lee Shin-woo closed his mouth.

He had to focus all his strength on blocking the ever-increasing energy.

No one should die here today.

‘Ro-woon.’

His younger brother, who would shudder at the mere mention of the word militia.

He said he would become a militia.

He didn’t know why, and he didn’t even think about supporting him.

But since that was what he wanted.

“Do as you please-!”

He was going to give him a splendid debut.

“I’ll hold on somehow!”

Lee Shin-woo’s glasses shook and fell off.

In Lee Shin-woo’s pupils that were revealed, patterns began to be engraved.

The power of an Intervener.

He could interfere with the power of players and borrow and twist it, but his ability was a bit more fundamental.

The ability to interfere with the core, which could be said to be the source of players, and the magic it possessed.

*Paat!*

As Lee Shin-woo spread his arms, the flames that had been blocking the magic storm scattered and disappeared.

The magic storm swept over, but Lee Shin-woo bore the brunt of the aftermath.

The power he possessed, this place overflowing with magic.

The magic emitted from as many as dozens of gates….

*Wheeeeing!*

It was swirling around Lee Shin-woo’s body, turning into a typhoon.

“It’s a useless effort.”

Jang So-young said with a sneer.

“It’s not a power that a player can block.”

Jang So-young had abandoned even her only friend and secluded herself.

The power she had gained for the future of Jeomchang.

It was a power she had gained by abandoning everything, even the will of Jeomchang.

*Seueuk.*

Jang So-young took her stance again.

Her posture and momentum were different from before.

With a firm resolve, she looked at Dang Hwa-young.

“…….”

It seemed that even Dang Hwa-young was not properly aware of the current situation.

“Jeomchang intends to abandon the Dang family!”

The Dang family was shouting.

*Kkuuk.*

Jeomchang closed their eyes as if they had anticipated what would happen.

In that complex whirlwind of emotions.

“Four Direction Sword Technique.”

Jang So-young slowly extended her sword, setting her firm resolve.

The sword was extended in a completely different way from the speed that had been invisible until now.

“Secret Art, Afterimage Four Directions.”

Her sword pierced into the very center of the falling sun.

*Suwoong.*

It seemed like something was being shot out, but the change did not occur easily.

But after a while.

*Jjeo-eong!*

A large hole appeared in the very center of the sun.

*Jjeojeojeong!*

The sun was breaking apart like glass.

Following that.

*Swaaaaaaaaa!*

The broken sun began to fall like arrows.

“It’s over.”

The best technique of Jeomchang, which only a handful of people in Jeomchang’s long history could perform.

Everything would disappear into a handful of dust by Afterimage Four Directions.

“Kueeeueueuk!”

Cheongwi’s groan, it seemed that the magic storm was blocking the falling arrows of the sun, but.

*Kwaang!*

Eventually, an arrow that fell through the gap collided with the ground, creating a huge explosion.

Now that a gap had been created, there would be a bigger hole.

They would all die, and Jeomchang would have a future.

However.

“…….”

Only then could Jang So-young properly see Ro-woon’s face.

Ro-woon’s face, which she hadn’t paid attention to because she was focused on using her technique.

That face, which she hadn’t paid attention to because she thought she could end everything soon, was clearly visible.

Bored, languid.

At the same time.

‘Is he smiling?’

The corners of his mouth were raised.

“Still, Jeomchang….”

Ro-woon’s voice was heard.

“It seems you got something from Seo Ha-neul and Kim Jong-soo?”

A black sun was rising.