Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 269

A crimson flash moved like lightning.

Its trajectory, a red streak, blurred everyone’s vision.

Taat.

It was Lee Ro-woon.

Accelerating, Lee Ro-woon became a blur, then a mere dot.

Paang!

The trajectory he created unleashed a powerful shockwave, shaking the surroundings.

A red dot now soared into the sky.

Facing Lee Ro-woon was…

Kuh-uh-uh!

A monster that could no longer be described as a beast or predator.

A black lion that had devoured the Guardian Wolf.

It was neither wolf nor lion, but a monster.

It absorbed the surrounding mana with every breath, its solidity and presence growing stronger by the second.

First.

‘First step.’

Lee Ro-woon’s rage surged, drawing a red line.

It was the Blood Demon Energy that the Blood Demon Sect had so desperately sought.

The red energy struck the black wolf’s body.

Kwaang!

Creating an explosion and dust cloud.

Kuh-uh-uh!

The monster roared.

But Lee Ro-woon’s attack was not over.

Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!

Still airborne, he unleashed his rage, firing Blood Demon Energy haphazardly.

It continued to strike the monster’s body, shaking it.

Taat.

Lee Ro-woon landed.

In the hazy dust cloud.

Boo-woong!

The monster’s jaws were closing in rapidly.

He had to dodge, but it was impossible.

If Lee Ro-woon was a red streak, the black monster was a calamity, like an incoming meteor.

Kwakwakwaka!

It was an unbelievable sight.

The rage-infused fist of Lee Ro-woon and the monster’s jaws collided, sparks flying.

It defied all scientific logic.

A massive body meant massive mass, and mass meant power, which multiplied when subjected to gravity and acceleration.

Lee Ro-woon, with his human frame, was standing still, yet he was facing it head-on.

Kuh-uh-uh!

The monster was being pushed back.

A sight that made no sense by scientific standards.

But the world was already…

Kwaang!

A world that could no longer be explained by science alone.

“…”

Lee Ro-woon, his eyes half-closed, languidly watched the black monster that had been knocked away.

Thud.

It felt like something heavy was settling inside his body.

It was the power of the black earth’s life he had already consumed, and the life force he had absorbed from cutting down the black monster.

What it had devoured was so vast that it was disrupting Lee Ro-woon’s already expanded interior.

Whirr.

But soon, it was consumed by the power of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art [a powerful martial art] and turned into rage.

The final stage of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, the Sacred Fire, burned everything.

In a way, it was connected to rage.

It burned the impurities in the life force of the black monster, condensed it, and channeled it into rage.

Also, it was…

Woo-woong!

It flowed back into Lee Ro-woon, perfectly restoring his depleted power.

But what had settled inside Lee Ro-woon now was not that kind of power.

“…”

It was a thought, an emotion.

Lee Ro-woon, who had faced death.

He had seized a new opportunity in the face of death.

But he had never thought of it as an opportunity.

-I don’t need it.

New power, new opportunities, all were meaningless.

Burnt ashes.

That was Lee Ro-woon.

Yet, Lee Ro-woon had accepted his master and fought against the chaos.

The emotion at that time.

-Whatever.

It didn’t matter what the result was, he felt no responsibility or emotion.

He had defeated the chaos, and Lee Ro-woon had returned.

The emotion at that time.

-Whatever.

It was the same.

He had tried to give meaning to his masters’ legacies and accept new people.

He had tried to live for the sake of his masters.

Yet, Lee Ro-woon’s inside was empty.

Even revenge was the same.

He felt nothing.

Even meeting past acquaintances brought only fleeting joy, nothing more.

Lee Ro-woon had been nothing more than an empty vessel.

But now.

Clench.

Something heavy had settled inside.

That was it.

“I am.”

It was a heart.

A heart he had finally decided to accept.

A heart that was willing to try and challenge again, that was the heavy thing.

“I will become their king.”

King.

Such childish words.

But.

“If my destiny was to give up everything and die.”

It was the truth.

King.

It was a being that had to be unique.

“My destiny is my own.”

That power, that pain, everything had to be unique.

Such a world.

“You are my first achievement.”

Lee Ro-woon would become such a king.

So that he alone could feel all the pain, rage, and negativity.

-King of Pain.

He would become such a king.

Crack.

The handle of the rage he was holding shattered.

Something began to emerge from within.

Something white, shining like bone.

As he grew, his rage also grew.

“Blood Moon.”

Blood Moon.

The Blood Demon Divine Art and the Emperor’s Ring met, and the essence of the Demon King controlled it.

The peerless martial art born from this was named Blood Moon.

The first form was Crescent Moon.

A red moon in the shape of a crescent, with the power to cut and kill everything it touched.

“Second Form.”

And then there was the next form.

“Half Moon.”

A blood moon in the shape of a half-moon.

A technique that required more internal energy, mana, and mental power.

If Crescent Moon was just a basic form that could be fired haphazardly, Half Moon was the true starting point of Blood Moon.

It cut through anything.

Also, the first of the two divided forms.

“Lower Moon.”

Lower Moon.

Goo-woong!

Swallowing everything in the area.

Goo-woooooooooong!

It was formed in the shape of a half-moon, imbued with rage, and fired.

The power to destroy all matter that could be seen or touched.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The red half-moon split the black monster in half.

* * *

“…”

It was a breathtaking sight.

Without a doubt, the Guardian Wolf was a being that could not be judged by human standards.

The king and god of the Black Orcs.

Indeed, the Guardian Wolf was a being worthy of such a title.

And the black lion, its adversary, was a being even greater than the Guardian Wolf.

Two calamities.

The battle of these calamities was etched into everyone’s minds, a brand that would never be erased.

But.

Kwaaaang!

That thought changed in just a few hours.

What the Guardian Wolf was, what the black lion was.

None of that mattered anymore.

A brand was a wound caused by fire.

A scar like a mark that was not easily erased.

But there was a way to erase it.

Kwaaaang!

To inflict a greater wound with a stronger and fiercer fire.

That was what this was.

The black lion had devoured the Guardian Wolf and become a monster, but it was insignificant.

“Ah.”

A sigh of admiration.

“Ah…”

Only that red moon was a brand, etched into everyone’s minds.

That was the most intense flame of all.

And they could say with certainty.

“Aaaah…!”

That there would never be a flame more intense than that.

If there was, even in their memories, that flame would devour the new flame and grow larger.

And that was.

“Aaaaaaa-!”

The one who called himself their king, their lord, their brother.

“Ro-woon…”

It was Lee Ro-woon.

The red moon was colliding with the black monster.

The red half-moon had split the black monster in half.

It was a single blow.

“The Divine Demon…”

Kang Han-cheol.

He was the most skilled martial artist among the group.

As the former leader of the Blood Demon Sect, he had lived the longest and was growing stronger the fastest.

His understanding and depth of martial arts were the secret.

“He has changed.”

The Divine Demon, Lee Ro-woon, had changed.

“He… has only been unleashing his power until now.”

He had seen it from the side, and he knew because he was connected to him.

Lee Ro-woon had only been unleashing the power he possessed.

That was enough.

What he possessed was so deep and vast that it was immeasurable.

Just opening the floodgates for a moment was enough to push away and sweep away anything.

In reality, it was more complex, but to Kang Han-cheol, who had a deep understanding of martial arts, Lee Ro-woon was such a being.

And he thought that was enough.

“But… the Divine Demon has changed now.”

The red crescent moon.

And the red half-moon he was showing now.

It was something that could not be expressed in words.

The essence of martial arts?

No.

The pinnacle of martial arts?

That was not it either.

This was…

“Transcendence.”

Something that transcended martial arts.

It could not be divided into forms or frames, and it could not be explained.

What is a god?

There is nothing more disrespectful than asking a religious person such a question.

It was the same here.

“God…”

Even defining it was blasphemy.

“Demon…”

Also, it contained both the righteous and the demonic.

What had changed him?

“King…”

The word that flashed in his mind was that.

Responsibility and duty.

And power.

A word that meant all of that.

Jjeo-eok!

The split black monster was drawing out black threads, reattaching its two halves.

The remaining life force had prevented the monster’s death.

Kwaaaaaaa!

The power the monster was unleashing was pushing back Lee Ro-woon, as if it would destroy everything.

Lee Ro-woon was withstanding it.

Then, the red haze that was rising even more intensely behind his back caught his eye.

‘It’s devouring it.’

It was devouring what the black monster was unleashing.

And it was transforming into a red haze.

Also, it was…

“Aaaah…”

It was beginning to take shape.

There was a legendary realm in the Blood Demon Sect.

Blood Asura [a powerful demonic form].

It was said that if one truly learned the Blood Demon Divine Art, a blood-colored tattoo would appear, and one would take on the appearance of an Asura.

Kang Han-cheol had witnessed it firsthand.

-That’s not like a Blood Asura.

What he was seeing now was a realm that Kang Han-cheol could also reach.

But what he was seeing now was.

“Blood…”

Yes, this was it.

Perhaps what had been passed down in the Blood Demon Sect was not simply the Blood Demon Divine Art being unleashed to its extreme, causing the blood in the body to flow out and form patterns.

“Blood Asura.”

Perhaps it was truly speaking of the descent of an Asura.

The haze that had spread behind Lee Ro-woon.

It had taken shape.

Eight arms.

On those arms were blood-stained weapons.

“Blood Moon Second Form.”

Lee Ro-woon’s quiet voice spread.

Goo-woong!

The blood-colored energy surged in the weapons of the Blood Asura that had finally appeared.

Also, the rage in Lee Ro-woon’s hand was imbued with blood, condensing.

Woo-woong!

They resonated with each other, taking on a clearer form.

“Second Form.”

Lee Ro-woon’s voice was heard again.

This form of Blood Moon, Half Moon, had two forms.

One was Lower Moon.

The power to cut through matter.

The other was.

“Upper Moon.”

The power to split even the soul.

The half-moon that had risen above fell towards the black monster like a guillotine blade.

The Three Kings’ Disciple