Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 169

Lee Ro-woon unfurled blood-red wings.

The Blood Demon Art had reached its peak, and the Blood Demon energy emanating from Lee Ro-woon’s body was taking shape.

Even the blood tears flowing from Lee Ro-woon’s eyes were forming patterns.

Goo-goo-goo-goo!

A shockwave, as if the world was shaking, rippled out.

Blood Asura, Blood Demon God.

The form the Blood Cult had longed for and awaited.

Now, even the higher-ranking members could take on a similar form, but it was fundamentally different from Lee Ro-woon’s.

Whirr!

The flames that shot out from his shoulder blades instantly engulfed Lee Ro-woon’s blood-red wings.

Beneath his long, flowing hair, strands of a different color emerged.

They were not strands of hair, but the flames of the Holy Fire.

“…….”

Partisan and Mo-yong Hoo felt an indescribable beauty in Lee Ro-woon’s appearance.

An otherworldly beauty.

And at the same time, they felt….

“What are you trying to do!”

A sense of unease and fear.

That immense power became a terror, pressing down on the world.

Partisan, regaining his senses, shouted again.

“What on earth….”

“Partisan, your revenge, your duty. If only the things you desired are resolved, right?”

“So, what….”

“You don’t need your body for that, do you?”

The expression on Partisan’s face, who was shouting, froze even more.

“You…!”

Only then did he realize.

“No!”

What Lee Ro-woon was trying to do was not to melt his body.

“No way!”

He was trying to destroy it.

To melt Partisan’s body, he would need power equal to or greater than Partisan’s mana.

If not, he would need an understanding and mastery of mana at the level of Dragon Magic.

However.

“It’s my body!”

If it was not melting but destruction, it was different.

“Are you trying to obliterate me!”

That also required immense power, but just as killing was easier than saving, there was a significant difference.

“I won’t obliterate you.”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“I’ll try to keep the Dragon Heart intact as much as possible. Well, there might be some damage.”

“That’s…!”

“There’s no other way, is there?”

Lee Ro-woon, engulfed in flames, spoke as if he were a demon king.

“If things continue like this, both you and Mo-yong are finished. Besides….”

Lee Ro-woon’s gaze lowered.

‘It’s not certain, but there are some things that bother me.’

The way to solve all of that at once was this.

“I promise you.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Partisan flinched.

Lowly human species easily disregard promises, but for higher species like himself, promises held great power and meaning.

“If you want, I’ll even make a contract.”

Moreover, a contract came with powerful restrictions.

The opponent was a human.

But looking inside, he had already transcended humanity.

“Partisan, you’re valuable to me too.”

A dragon.

And a Guardian Dragon at that.

If his mind was intact.

‘Einheart.’

He could hear the stories of the Sword King Master, not just from Phile.

“Are you… confident?”

“Confident?”

The corners of Lee Ro-woon’s mouth twisted languidly.

“Ein….”

With his following voice, the power pressing down on the surroundings intensified even more.

“Einheart, and Gehenna too.”

Partisan was looking at his clear gaze without hesitation.

“Nothing can defy my will. It might look clumsy right now, but….”

Partisan closed his eyes.

“It’s a contract.”

Whoosh!

Partisan’s body emitted a burst of light.

And Lee Ro-woon smiled as he looked ahead.

Crack, crack!

The iceberg encasing his body was cracking.

But that would soon stop.

Although destroying Partisan’s body was easier than melting it.

‘I’ll have to push myself quite a bit.’

It was by no means an easy task.

Swoosh.

Extending his leg and pulling back his arm.

-I have no forms to teach you.

He recalled the words of the Martial King Master.

He had not taught him any techniques or forms.

-But, you see.

He remembered the Martial King Master’s face, smiling with fine wrinkles.

-I’ll teach you how to hit hard.

He had been curious about the Martial King Master’s strongest attack, which had no forms.

-Put your will into the strike.

Put his will into the attack.

‘How do I do that?’

-That’s….

It was still unbelievable.

If he hadn’t seen it and done it himself, he would never have believed it.

-Just shout and hit.

Lee Ro-woon extended his arm that he had pulled back.

Slowly, even more slowly.

Even in the slow-flowing time at the peak, Lee Ro-woon’s fist moved slowly and deliberately.

Mo-yong Hoo’s eyes widened as if they would tear at the sight.

Although he had lost his dantian [an energy center in the body], as a martial artist, it was something he could neither understand nor describe.

But he could tell.

That was the ultimate goal that all martial artists desired, something that had reached its end.

Also.

“…….”

Partisan was the same.

Even though he knew that Lee Ro-woon was trying to destroy his body, he thought it was impossible.

No matter how unique he was, he didn’t seem to be fully complete yet.

However.

“The contract….”

Everything became distant with the trajectory he was seeing now.

He didn’t know about the Silver’s martial arts, but as a dragon who had reached the end of his species, he could tell.

That was the ultimate.

“Well done.”

Finally, the fist was fully extended.

Funnily enough, Lee Ro-woon’s mouth opened only then.

“Strong Fist.”

A crimson flash engulfed the world.

***

Drip, drip….

Water droplets formed and fell on the pure white ice, which was beautiful beyond compare.

Shimmer.

The light reflected, making the ice shine even whiter.

Thud, thud, thud.

The falling water droplets increased, soaking the ground.

The snow that had filled the field melted, and flowers bloomed.

All this ice was made of mana [spiritual energy].

It became life force, breathing life into everything.

The white color was fading.

What was being drawn on the pure white canvas was the beauty of full color.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The falling water droplets.

Twitch.

Finally, there was the first movement within it.

Crack!

The ice shattered in an instant, and an arm that reached out clenched into a fist.

“…….”

A man, clenching and unclenching his fist as if he couldn’t believe it.

“How….”

Another voice was heard beside him.

Now, the man was not the only one who had escaped from the ice.

“Jina!”

“Mother!”

The cold air that had filled the Mo-yong family vanished, and everyone who had been frozen began to awaken.

They burst out of the ice, regaining their body heat with their inner energy, and cried out countless times.

They were the ones who were there but could not be touched, and who they wanted to help but could not.

“Father! Father!”

“Are you alright?”

“Honey!”

The family.

They were all made up of blood relatives.

Although the purity of their blood varied, they were all one family with a strong bond.

“…….”

There was a man who was endlessly shedding tears as he watched the scene.

His arms hung limply.

He stood there, not even thinking of wiping away the overflowing tears, and muttered.

“The frozen….”

It seemed like he could hear a voice.

“Mo-yong’s time will flow….”

-The frozen time of Mo-yong will now flow.

Mo-yong Hoo.

Those were the words of the current head of the Mo-yong family.

And it had become a reality.

“Hajin!”

“Subaek!”

An old friend woke up from the ice, recognized him, and rushed towards him.

“What happened! How did we wake up!”

They had lost consciousness while trapped in the ice, but it wasn’t like that from the beginning.

Frozen by Partisan’s mana, they had endured for months with their awakened minds.

They knew that there were those who had cared for them during that time.

“…….”

Mo-yong Hajin, unable to speak, pushed away his old friend’s embrace and stepped forward.

His old friend also lowered his head, looking at where Hajin’s eyes were directed.

Many frozen people were gathered in one place, forming a line.

Swoosh.

Hajin walked, stepping on the snow that had not yet melted.

Swoosh.

The ground that Hajin stepped on finally melted.

Swoosh.

Those who had discovered Mo-yong Hajin made way for him.

At the end of the opened path, an older man stood.

“…….”

Mo-yong Hajin walked out and stood in front of the older man, looking at him.

How could he express it?

“…….”

How could he express this emotion?

He thought he would never face this person again.

He thought that the cold air that had frozen Mo-yong would never disappear.

“Hajin.”

At that warm voice, Mo-yong Hajin smiled.

“I greet you, my brother.”

Standing there was Mo-yong Hajin’s brother, Mo-yong Hwi.

“What happened?”

A low and heavy voice.

“How did we wake up? And how….”

Mo-yong Hajin closed his mouth.

He could no longer bring up the story himself.

Swoosh.

Following Mo-yong Hajin’s gaze as he turned.

Swoosh.

Everyone in the freed Mo-yong family looked at one place.

There were figures with unusual appearances.

Those who did not look like members of the Mo-yong family at all.

A tall, blue-eyed foreigner with white hair.

And.

Step.

A member of the Mo-yong family.

He was approaching.

Following the path that was still open, he walked.

“…….”

The gazes directed at him were nothing but complex.

Looking at those gazes, Mo-yong Hajin bit his lip.

‘The moment I had been waiting and hoping for.’

The liberation of the Mo-yong family.

At the same time.

‘The moment I wished had not come.’

It was also the moment he had tried to avoid.

The young man who had approached stood between Mo-yong Hajin and Mo-yong Hwi.

Mo-yong Hajin.

Thud.

He knelt on one knee, bringing his hands together in a fist salute.

A gesture of much greater respect than he had shown to Mo-yong Hwi, whom he had called brother.

Mo-yong Hajin….

“I greet the head of the Mo-yong family!”

He shouted in a voice louder than anyone else, so that everyone in the awakened Mo-yong family could hear and see.

“……….”

A cold silence followed.

“I am Mo-yong Hoo….”

It was Mo-yong Hoo, standing between Mo-yong Hajin and Mo-yong Hwi, who opened his mouth.

“I greet my father.”

Numerous gazes were fixed on him.

“Judging by the fact that you don’t call me head of the family, what Hajin said must be true.”

Mo-yong Hwi’s monotonous voice continued.

Clench.

Mo-yong Hoo clenched his fist and said.

“Yes. I have become the head of the family.”

* * *

“What on earth is going on?”

Lee Yong-jin said, as if he couldn’t believe it.

Spring had come to the frozen Mo-yong family.

It was Lee Ro-woon who had done it, but it was Mo-yong Hoo who had seized the opportunity by accepting Lee Ro-woon.

“Isn’t he the benefactor who saved the family? And he’s the head of the family….”

Mo-yong Hoo.

“Why is it like that?”

He seemed to be ostracized within the family.

Mo-yong Hoo, who had declared himself the head of the family in front of everyone who had awakened.

The gazes he received were cold.

‘He must not be feeling well, having just woken up.’

The former head of the family, Mo-yong Hwi, left his seat with those words, and Mo-yong Hoo disappeared, saying he was going to get some fresh air.

They had provided accommodation for them in the Mo-yong family after hearing about the events from Mo-yong Hajin.

“It’s unbelievable.”

Lee Yong-jin seemed unable to easily understand the situation.

“……That’s….”

Dang Hwa-young, who had been listening quietly, opened her mouth.

“There’s a reason.”

“A reason? What reason could there be….”

“Actually, I was also taken aback when I first saw the head of the Mo-yong family. He is….”

Mo-yong Hoo.

“He is a son born out of wedlock.”