Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 210

“That’s incredible.”

Yang Sa-hwi, who had been pushed back, spoke, trying to calm his trembling hands.

Lee Rowan recognized his identity.

“Number 2.”

The vice-commander of the Special Forces.

He was the martial artist who had stood out from the beginning.

“I’ve heard the stories.”

Yang Sa-hwi spun his spear as he walked forward.

“You’re a real monster, aren’t you?”

He spoke as if afraid, but his tone was filled with a strange competitive spirit.

“I’ve wanted to fight you like this for a while now.”

He grinned, already quite close to Lee Rowan.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Behind them, the awakened martial artists of the Northern Ice Palace and Viper were fighting.

“Don’t worry about us here!”

Viper shouted loudly, as if for Lee Rowan to hear.

“And how did you manage to win over Viper, one of the Five Kings?”

Yang Sa-hwi looked at Lee Rowan with curiosity.

“The more I know, the more amazing you are.”

Yang Sa-hwi straightened his spinning spear and looked at Lee Rowan.

His aura began to change.

“Do I need to introduce myself again?”

“Is there any need for that?”

Lee Rowan replied dryly to Yang Sa-hwi’s words.

“Right. I guess you would have already noticed me. But why were you just standing there? Did you think I was dangerous?”

Yang Sa-hwi exuded confidence.

To him, Lee Rowan said,

“Do I have to care about useless expendables?”

“What…?”

He delivered a deep sense of humiliation.

Lee Rowan’s face still showed no emotion.

No, one thing was clear.

“I don’t catch flies unless they come at me. It’s annoying.”

Lethargy.

“But if they do come at me.”

Lee Rowan slowly lowered his two-handed sword.

“I’ll beat them to death.”

Yang Sa-hwi’s face contorted at Lee Rowan’s words, but.

“Hahaha!”

He soon burst into laughter.

His aura had completely changed.

Yang Sa-hwi had been a skilled martial artist as the vice-commander of the Special Forces, but the aura emanating from his body now was on a different level.

‘Formless Qi [A type of energy that is not bound by a specific form].’

The energy emanating from him now was enough to crush most martial artists.

Yang Sa-hwi was clearly above Baek Cheong now.

“I heard you’re related to ‘that one’?”

“‘That one’?”

Lee Rowan showed interest for the first time.

“I heard you claim to be his disciple.”

He smirked.

“If so.”

Whoosh!

Yang Sa-hwi’s hair flipped back from the pressure, and a storm-like aura began to press down on the surroundings.

“Does that make us fellow disciples? Senior brother.”

He straightened his spear again.

His aura had evolved once more.

“As a junior disciple, I’ll give you a chance, senior brother. Stop wandering and come back. If you’re truly his disciple, we’ll welcome you with open arms.”

Thud.

Yang Sa-hwi lightly floated up.

“Of course, we’ll have to talk to the young sect leader about your position.”

Whoosh!

He flew in like a shot, aiming the tip of his spear at Lee Rowan’s throat.

* * *

The Shin Chang Yang family.

They were a clan that had been widely known in the Silver World [A term for the world before the current one] in the past, boasting immense power in cooperation with the military.

Although they were not one of the Five Great Clans, they wielded great external power.

-This can’t be happening.

They failed to adapt to the new world.

They had lost many of their kin while trapped, and most importantly, their connections with the military, which they had boasted in the Silver World, had disappeared.

Now, they were just another clan.

The glory of the past is fleeting and drives people mad.

The feeling of defeat from falling from grace enveloped them, dragging them deeper into the abyss.

The Yang family tried.

To regain the power they once had, to taste the air above the clouds once more.

However.

-Sa-hwi.

They could never achieve what they wanted.

-Sa-hwi, you have to do it.

All expectations were focused on Yang Sa-hwi.

The pressure to succeed in the family’s revival weighed on the young boy as he grew up.

Then, an opportunity came to the Yang family.

-I will give you the chance to become a disciple of the great one.

The Yang family sold Yang Sa-hwi.

For the numerous powers promised to them, for the place where they could leap once more.

And.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Yang Sa-hwi gained power.

“Hah, hahahaha!”

He felt like he was suffocating.

He couldn’t use this power he had gained when he was Number 2 of the Special Forces.

Clang! Clang!

That was why.

‘It’s still too early.’

He knew it wasn’t the right time yet.

He knew he should have waited a little longer and moved at the optimal moment.

‘I can’t stand it.’

However, the more he looked at Lee Rowan, the more his emotions surged, and Yang Sa-hwi finally moved.

He made a pact with the true ruler of the lawless zone, the Demon Lord, and borrowed some of his power to arrive here.

Finally.

Clang!

The moment to erase this terrible feeling had come.

Whoosh!

Yang Sa-hwi’s spear narrowed even more sharply, aiming at Lee Rowan.

As if he had already read the trajectory, Lee Rowan calmly prepared to defend with the blade of his two-handed sword, but.

Swoosh!

Yang Sa-hwi’s spear twisted like a living snake, sliding along the blade and heading for Lee Rowan’s chest.

Just as his chest was about to be pierced.

Clang!

“Tch!”

Lee Rowan knocked away the spear with his palm and created some distance.

“Impressive.”

Yang Sa-hwi was genuinely impressed.

“I have to admit you’re related to ‘that one.’ Otherwise, there’s no way a mere human could possess such power.”

His eyes were already red, and his hair was also red and flying about.

The meaning of this was clear.

“But I’m disappointed.”

Blood Demon Qi [A type of dark energy associated with demonic power].

The power flowing through Yang Sa-hwi’s body was the Blood Demon Qi of the Blood Demon Divine Art.

“I can’t acknowledge you as his disciple with just that.”

Boom!

The aura emanating from Yang Sa-hwi’s body amplified once more.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The aura was so powerful that the ground trembled, and dust scattered.

The blood flowing from his eyes.

It began to draw itself like a tattoo.

“Blood Demon God.”

Yang Sa-hwi spoke as if explaining his own state.

“I’ll acknowledge you if you can withstand even this.”

It was a strange thing.

There was a limit to a martial artist’s internal energy.

But now, Yang Sa-hwi was emitting an aura as if there was no limit.

His internal energy was full of the thick blood flowing out.

An impossible feat.

Boom.

The ground beneath Yang Sa-hwi’s feet caved in as he took a stance, and a red aura surged from his spear.

“Die, you fake.”

Thud!

Yang Sa-hwi shot out like a bullet.

His body spun, and his spear also rotated.

The combined rotational force transformed him into another form of a blood dragon, trying to pierce through Lee Rowan.

It was an attack that could not be avoided, and if it was blocked, it would pierce through with the power it contained.

He was full of confidence.

‘I am the rightful heir of the Yang family and a disciple of ‘that one’.’

He was certain of Lee Rowan’s death, but.

He smirked.

In that gap, he clearly saw Lee Rowan’s smile.

In the slowed time.

“It’s so ridiculous that I didn’t even feel the need to answer.”

Lee Rowan’s laughter and voice were filled with disbelief.

He felt a sense of unease for a moment.

“Die!”

He even shouted to shake off that unease, but.

Swoosh.

Lee Rowan’s figure moved.

He had reappeared, carrying the large two-handed sword on his back.

Trickle.

He had a faint trickle of red blood near his eyes.

“Did you even learn martial arts from your master?”

Whack!

Yang Sa-hwi’s world flipped.

Wham!

Along with the dizzying impact felt in his back, Yang Sa-hwi vomited blood.

His trembling body wouldn’t listen to him.

All Yang Sa-hwi could do was.

Flicker.

Look at Lee Rowan, whose red eyes were flickering, and who was strangling his neck.

“I see now.”

Overwhelming, a gap that could not be expressed in words.

This guy.

‘He was the real deal.’

He was not someone he could handle.

* * *

“I see now.”

Lee Rowan said, looking at Yang Sa-hwi, having even wiped away the sneer on his face.

He didn’t even want to talk to him, but seeing Yang Sa-hwi’s misguided confidence and state, he couldn’t help but speak out of pity.

“You never learned martial arts from your master, did you?”

He couldn’t answer because he was being strangled, but Yang Sa-hwi’s trembling pupils answered instead.

It was true.

“You’ve connected to the Blood Demon Divine Art and Blood Demon Qi, but it’s not complete.”

“… !”

“It seems.”

Lee Rowan’s dry voice was more painful than the pain of being strangled, Yang Sa-hwi thought.

“You were just a test subject.”

“That can’t be…”

“They probably told you it was your master’s martial arts. And they told you to learn it, right?”

It was probably his master’s martial arts.

But.

“It’s half-baked, or rather, martial arts that they modified as they pleased.”

It was incomplete.

“They used you as a test subject. You moron.”

“That can’t… be…”

“I thought your internal energy was abnormal.”

Thud!

A blood needle that had sprung from Lee Rowan’s fingertip pierced Yang Sa-hwi’s neck.

“It’s a Monster Soul Pill [A pill made from monster corpses that enhances martial power].”

A mystical medicine made using the corpses of monsters, the Monster Soul Pill.

It was a cheat-like medicine that could instantly turn the user into a master of the Hwagyung realm [A high level of martial arts mastery].

However, only one Monster Soul Pill could be consumed.

If more than two were consumed, the user would either turn into a monster or lose their dantian [The center of internal energy] due to the twisting of their Qi and blood.

That was why there were so many masters of the Hwagyung realm, but so few masters of the Hyunggyung realm [An even higher level of martial arts mastery].

However.

‘They’re researching how to break that limit.’

A way to consume more than two Monster Soul Pills.

The Blood Demon Divine Art was the answer for the organization.

Monster Soul Pills made by using corpses and condensing their blood.

“Kuh… Kuaaaak!”

They had modified the Blood Demon Divine Art to match the Monster Soul Pills, allowing them to absorb dozens of Monster Soul Pills.

That was how Yang Sa-hwi had obtained internal energy that could reach the peak of the Life and Death realm [A very high level of martial arts mastery].

But that was all.

“It’s not even a fake.”

This wasn’t even a fake.

“It’s just a failure.”

Blood vessels bulged all over Yang Sa-hwi’s body, and blood began to seep out.

Lee Rowan’s Blood Demon Qi was circulating through Yang Sa-hwi’s blood vessels, sucking everything out of him.

“How much did you even eat?”

The amount of Blood Demon Qi flowing into Lee Rowan’s fingertips was overwhelming even for him.

A grotesque creation born from simply pushing and pushing.

That was Yang Sa-hwi.

Moreover, the Blood Demon Qi was unstable and messy, and its yield didn’t seem good.

“That… can’t… be…”

Yang Sa-hwi’s eyes gradually lost their light.

It didn’t matter what his circumstances were or how vast his ambitions were.

Lee Rowan didn’t care about any of that.

Thud.

Lee Rowan dropped Yang Sa-hwi like trash.

Yang Sa-hwi was withered and dried up.

Fwoosh.

He turned to dust.

Twitch.

The blood vessels all over Lee Rowan’s body were swollen and grotesquely bulging.

He could digest this if he wanted to, but it would take time.

In that case.

‘Digest what I can digest.’

Swoosh.

He released the rest.

Lee Rowan picked up his two-handed sword again.

“I said I’d show you a way to live, right?”

His sword began to emit a blue chill.

The Ring of the Emperor, the Water King’s Stance [A powerful sword technique].

He mixed it with the power of the Moon King’s Stance, which he could now use a little.

“I don’t lie.”

He awakened the power of the Partisan [A type of powerful energy].

Whoosh!

An indescribable cold began to spread in all directions.