Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 256

The Three Kings’ Disciple (257)

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“I’ll show you that we haven’t just been playing around.”

At Ha Se-min’s words, Lee Rowoon looked ahead and smiled.

He had already sensed their presence.

That’s why he also noticed their growth.

“Yeah.”

So, he entrusted it to them.

“Thank you.”

Ha Se-min expressed his gratitude.

He once again disappeared, blending into the shadows.

콰앙!

An explosion occurred where he had reappeared.

파지지짓!

The lightning bolts surging from his fists stretched out in a row, engulfing the enemy forces.

“What the heck…”

Lee Shin-woo laughed as if in disbelief.

“Did you get any kind of heads-up?”

Lee Shin-woo hadn’t known anything about their appearance.

In contrast, Lee Rowoon was too calm, so he asked.

“No.”

Lee Rowoon shook his head.

“I can just feel it.”

The Blood Cult, the Black City, and the Ghost Valley.

All were connected to Lee Rowoon.

Lee Rowoon was the master of the world they existed in.

That’s why he could tell.

That they were moving.

“Whatever it is, it’s welcome.”

In a distant land, where the enemy forces were so strong that even the Azure Army didn’t exist, those he could call comrades had appeared, so how could he not be happy?

스슥!

Moreover, their skills were so impressive that he was even more pleased.

“Ha Se-min.”

Lee Rowoon’s soft voice flowed into Ha Se-min’s ear like a telepathic message.

But before Lee Rowoon could say anything, Ha Se-min was already moving.

서걱.

One strike.

In a single move, he beheaded an enemy soldier with his bare hand.

It had expanded as if it would explode and turned into a monster, but it didn’t matter.

-크아아아아!

The moment they felt pain was only when they were human.

Those who had become monsters didn’t seem to feel pain at all.

The enemy forces’ resistance was also considerable.

They had their magic suppressed.

They might think they could only use their power when they turned into monsters, but that was another miscalculation.

꿈틀.

Transformation of the body.

카앙!

Their physical strength and agility were already at the level of a ranker [a high-level martial artist].

They blocked sword energy with their bare bodies.

-금강불괴[Geumgangbulgoe] (Indestructible Body).

They brushed off the poison smoke released by the Ghost Valley with their bare bodies.

-백독불침[Baekdokbulchim] (Immunity to All Poisons).

It was a clash between those who had surpassed the limits of humans and Lee Rowoon’s forces.

“Isn’t it dangerous?”

He knew that Lee Rowoon’s companions who had appeared were strong.

He could also feel that their power was stronger than before.

But the enemy forces were also formidable opponents.

‘Second generation.’

A new form, a new change.

콰앙!

Their fists shattered sword energy and sword force, and even embedded themselves into the bellies of martial artists.

Shouldn’t they be protected, helped?

“They said they haven’t just been playing around.”

Lee Rowoon said.

“Really…”

Lee Rowoon’s face was languid.

A faint smile spread across his face, which was always tired from not being able to sleep.

“It seems they haven’t just been playing around.”

서거걱!

The sound of cutting was heard.

A martial artist of the Blood Cult, who had allowed an enemy soldier’s fist to hit his belly, moved like a shadow and cut off the enemy’s breath.

That was different from the Blood Cult’s martial arts.

“That’s…”

“Ghost Valley.”

A group of assassins.

The martial arts of the Ghost Valley, one of the fragments of the Evil God.

파지짓!

In addition, lightning began to strike the swords of the Blood Cult martial artists.

Blue currents mixed with sword force, illuminating the world.

콰앙!

The enemy forces, who had become even stronger after turning into monsters, were pierced by lightning-infused swords and burned.

“Black City.”

The Black City’s Black Sky Lightning Art.

The advanced martial art that could only be learned with permission in the Black City was erupting from the Blood Cult martial artists.

“How…!”

The enemy forces, who would have been struggling against any ordinary sect or one of the Nine Great Sects, were being pushed back.

Even those of the second generation, a new form, a new change.

Those that Kwon Cheol had created with great effort were collapsing helplessly.

-I’ll show you that we haven’t just been playing around.

Ha Se-min’s words were not a lie.

No.

“They’ve changed this much?”

The nearly half a year that Lee Rowoon had been away from Korea.

The growth they had achieved during that time was truly astonishing.

If martial artists grew stronger at that rate, it would seem that they were truly the new human race.

“They haven’t grown.”

Lee Rowoon said.

“They’re reclaiming what they had.”

Their identity.

No, the identity of most of those belonging to Eun.

That was that they were fragments of the Evil God.

Those that originated from one and were divided into several branches.

Conversely, it also meant that the several branches could be reconnected into one.

‘The Blood Cult, the Ghost Valley.’

The Hao Clan, which could be said to be the main body of the Black City, were all fragments of the Evil God.

So, their martial arts were….

“Connected into one and completed.”

Something that had been impossible because their forces were divided.

Something that was forbidden, even touching each other’s martial arts.

That law was broken by Lee Rowoon, and in this moment when they had become one.

콰아아앙!

They were becoming real.

‘I can feel it.’

Lee Rowoon could feel it.

What kind of anguish and effort they had gone through.

What those efforts were for.

It was as if they were saying.

-Are you watching?

Like that.

-We are no longer a burden.

Like that.

-We will stand together.

Like that.

-We want to stand together.

It was as if they were saying that.

That they had done their best to do so.

It was as if they were saying that.

* * *

The second-generation enemy forces, numbering over a thousand.

Most of them had been killed and turned into cold corpses.

They had integrated their martial arts and moved fluidly, already reaching a new realm.

Although not all of them could be called masters who had reached the realm of the Hyunkyung [a high level of martial arts mastery].

Rather, there were even those who had not reached the realm of Hwakyung [a mid-level of martial arts mastery].

But that was only the amount of internal energy.

‘These are…’

Could they be the real martial artists who roamed Eun in the past?

Could that be the true form of Eun’s martial artists?

“That’s the real…”

Lee Shin-woo, who was not a martial artist.

He was also feeling it.

“Harmony Realm.”

The real name of Hwakyung was Harmony Realm.

A term for those who had achieved harmony and entered the realm of the superhuman.

Each martial art achieves harmony, and the martial artist who uses it achieves harmony with the world.

쾅!

Perhaps Eun had forgotten what Hwakyung was and what Hyunkyung was in its long history, and had divided the realms only by the amount of internal energy.

That was because Lee Shin-woo had seen quite a few martial artists.

Even the weakest of them was only a martial artist at the peak of transcendence.

‘Even if they fought a martial artist of Hwakyung, no, a martial artist of Hwakyung about to reach Hyunkyung, they wouldn’t collapse.’

That’s what he thought.

“…….”

While watching the battle.

The situation was coming to an end.

Another defeat for the enemy forces.

Now, all that remained were those who seemed to be executives and the Blood Demons.

스륵.

The shadows moved, aiming for the Blood Demons.

The moment the Blood Demon, who was already covered in blood and had reached the peak of his poison, retreated.

파아앙!

The air was pushed out, and a wind blew.

“…….”

For the first time, it was not a massacre but a confrontation.

It was the moment when Ha Se-min was glaring at the Blood Demon, and the Blood Demon was also glaring at Ha Se-min.

꿈틀.

The Blood Demon’s black veins wriggled.

It was the moment when his eyes turned black.

타앗!

Lee Rowoon, who had appeared out of nowhere, pushed Ha Se-min away and held a greatsword in one hand.

카카캉!

Sparks flew.

It was the sparks created by the collision between the huge greatsword that Lee Rowoon was holding and the sharp hand blade.

“Jincheon!”

Ha Se-min called out to Lee Rowoon.

“Step back.”

Lee Rowoon said to Ha Se-min in a low voice.

“This is…”

주르륵!

Lee Rowoon’s foot was pushed back.

Although he wasn’t using all his strength, he had been pushed back by force.

“It doesn’t seem like you guys can handle it yet.”

The being in front of him.

It was a Blood Demon.

No, it was what had been a Blood Demon.

Covered in black slime, it was a being that was neither human nor anything else.

카앙!

It finally succeeded in pushing Lee Rowoon away.

주르륵.

A blade came at Lee Rowoon, who was pushed back and trying to regain his stance.

구웅.

The sword surface and the blade collided, creating a shockwave.

Lee Rowoon looked at him beyond the sword, the former student of Saebom Orphanage.

His eyes twitched.

“Rowoon-ah. This is…!”

At Lee Shin-woo’s voice, Lee Rowoon nodded.

Second generation.

Beyond that, the third generation.

콰아앙!

This time, Lee Rowoon pushed his opponent away.

At the same time, he even tore off his right arm, which had turned into a sword.

Black blood flowed down.

“Kieee…”

It was making a bizarre sound.

An opponent who seemed to have transplanted thin black armor onto his skin.

He couldn’t feel any magic, but he could feel an even more ominous energy.

“……!”

Silence filled the battlefield.

Those who had gained the upper hand and were confident of victory all stopped and looked at this place.

“Jincheon…!”

A sinister and dangerous being.

But Lee Rowoon spun the greatsword in one hand and said.

“You don’t have to worry about it.”

Those who had shown their efforts so far.

“I haven’t just been playing around either…”

Lee Rowoon smiled faintly and stomped his foot.

“I’ll show you.”

He disappeared.

Not like a shadow, but at a speed that could not be followed by the eye.

카앙!

They collided.

Sparks flew, and a sonic boom spread.

At the same time, a wind blew, sweeping everyone away.

카앙!

But the collision was not just once.

카앙!

Twice, three times.

Lee Rowoon was just changing his stance, slamming down and cutting his opponent.

“Kieee!”

It cried like an insect, trying to escape, but that was its mistake.

콰직!

Lee Rowoon’s greatsword, which had been slammed down, tore through the guy’s instep and was embedded in the ground like a stake.

Lee Rowoon’s fist, which had twisted his waist.

콰앙!

It was embedded in the guy’s abdomen.

Black blood gushed out of the guy’s mouth.

This was not the end either.

콰앙! 콰앙! 콰아앙!

A fist full of blood energy and a fist full of holy fire.

콰콰콰쾅!

They were pounding the opponent who was stuck and unable to move by the greatsword.

“Kieeeek!”

An opponent who couldn’t even speak human language.

The guy spread the black skin on his face and rushed to devour Lee Rowoon.

콰직!

Again, there was a sound of something being embedded.

Lee Rowoon’s fist.

“Shut up.”

It was embedded in the guy’s face.

As if waiting for it, the skin tissue that had turned into teeth tried to swallow Lee Rowoon’s fist, but again, sparks flew.

The blood demon energy that was wrapped around his fist.

That was more than indestructible.

The strongest that nothing could pierce.

“Explode, die.”

콰드드드드득!

The fist was embedded even deeper.

퍼어어엉!

Black slime splattered everywhere.

The fallen slime moved as if it were alive, but it could no longer do so.

화륵!

The holy fire devoured everything.

That was the end.

“Let’s clean up.”

The battle was over.

* * *

Lee Rowoon and Lee Shin-woo.

Hundreds of martial artists were lined up in front of them.

The traces of the battle were clearly visible on them.

Even though they had achieved a complete victory, they could not avoid injuries, and their appearances were a mess.

But they were smiling.

There were injured, but no deaths.

They had felt the strength of the enemies with their bodies, but they had achieved results.

스윽.

The front row.

“Blood Cult Leader, Kang Han-cheol.”

Kang Han-cheol knelt on one knee first.

Behind him, the martial artists of the Blood Cult knelt.

“Ghost Valley Master, Lee Yong-jin.”

Lee Yong-jin and the assassins of the Ghost Valley.

“Hao Clan Master, Ha Se-min.”

Ha Se-min and the elite martial artists of the Hao Clan knelt.

“To the Blood Demon.”

“To the benefactor.”

“To Jincheon.”

In their respective names.

“We greet you.”

They paid their respects.

Lee Rowoon looked at them one by one and said.

Things that had been divided into several had become one.

So.

“Evil God.”

He had to do the same.

“Call me Evil God.”