Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 272

Lee Ro-woon accepted the Black Orcs and granted them a new power.

-Blood Arts.

Now under a different name, it was a martial art that had regained its original potency.

-Blood Demon Arts.

The foundation of the Silver Warriors that Lee Ro-woon had accepted was this Blood Demon Arts.

The power to observe and control one’s inner self.

This martial art, which had no restrictions and could be learned regardless of whether one was righteous or demonic, was a miraculous power that could bring great change to martial artists who cultivated internal energy.

However, this shouldn’t have been very effective for the Black Orcs in the first place.

They weren’t born as martial artists; they were demons of Gehenna [a realm of fire and torment in some mythologies] and beings with demonic essence.

But now it was different.

-Beast Palace.

They had lost their status as demons and their demonic essence.

They filled that void with the Beast Palace’s inner cultivation method.

In other words.

‘The Black Orcs are demons, but they are also martial artists.’

They were beings close to hybrids.

And that brought a great change to them.

“No way.”

One day, as the sun rose, the Black Orcs began to appear one by one.

It wasn’t all of them, but there were clear changes in the higher-ranking Orcs, including the War Chief and the Shaman.

“How….”

They looked at them as if they couldn’t believe it.

“This is….”

The Black Orcs also seemed surprised by their own changes.

“I suspected a great energy was moving last night, but I never imagined this would happen.”

Kang Han-cheol also said, looking at them with admiration.

They stood in formation.

Swoosh.

Lee Ro-woon walked out and cast his gaze upon them.

Unlike the others who were surprised, Lee Ro-woon’s usual languid eyes were calm, as if he had already expected everything.

“What is the meaning of this….”

Chilabaoh asked Lee Ro-woon as the representative of the Black Orcs.

“Blood Demon Arts is the power to observe and control the inner self.”

Lee Ro-woon said, leaning against a rock.

“You, who were demons, learned internal energy, and the Blood Demon Arts balanced the misalignment within you.”

Orcs who learned human inner cultivation methods.

The Beast Palace’s inner cultivation method made the impossible possible due to its uniqueness, but it wasn’t perfect.

It was like forcing a slightly larger circle into a round frame.

It was like forcing a battery with insufficient capacity into a machine.

It wasn’t a big problem on its own.

It worked, after all.

“If time had continued to pass like that, there would have been side effects.”

However, problems would have accumulated over time.

The weakening of the Guardian Wolf was also due to that reason.

The Guardian Wolf was using its power to prevent problems from arising in the Black Orcs.

However, the Blood Demon Arts that the Black Orcs had newly learned.

It was the power to observe and control the inner self.

If there was a misalignment.

-It would correct itself.

A miracle, a power close to a miracle, would be like that.

That was the result.

“The misaligned parts have been corrected, and now they have finally settled into place. The Beast Palace’s inner cultivation method will no longer maintain its original form. You can think of it as being reborn by the Blood Demon Arts.”

A completely new inner cultivation method had been born.

“For example….”

Kang Han-cheol stepped forward and spoke.

“How about something like Blood Beast Heavenly Arts?”

“Names don’t matter.”

Lee Ro-woon detached himself from the rock he was leaning on and looked at the Black Orcs.

No.

Now, they were no longer beings that could be called Black Orcs.

“The changes that have occurred in you are what you should have experienced originally. If you are a martial artist, it is a change you should naturally experience upon reaching a certain level.”

Their appearance came into view.

Black skin, large build.

But it wasn’t the same as before.

Now they were.

“Reborn.”

It could be said that they were closer to humans.

Long fangs were noticeable, and their black skin like obsidian, their tall stature, and their bulky muscles were still there, but their appearance was still closer to that of humans.

And this was precisely.

“It must be your original form.”

The original form that the Black Orc race should have had when they were demons.

That was it.

“……Indeed.”

They were somewhat convinced.

Chilabaoh, the Shaman and Chieftain, and Hashman, the War Chief, shone with their eyes.

Their burning eyes looked at Lee Ro-woon’s group.

“Then, may we ask for a favor?”

It was obvious what kind of favor they would ask.

* * *

Murmuring, the gathered people were talking without being able to hold back.

It was a crowd that filled the large central square.

Huans who no longer needed to hide because of the destructive force of the Black Lion, and players who had returned from death because the Black Lion had died.

Monsters and Black Orcs who had returned with them gathered and surrounded the central square.

In the center where they stood were Chilabaoh and the War Chiefs.

Lee Ro-woon and his group were standing there.

Murmuring.

This was the reason.

They had heard that the Black Orcs and the Beast Palace had sworn allegiance to Lee Ro-woon.

However, the new people had not yet understood the extent of Lee Ro-woon and his group’s power.

For monsters and Black Orcs, the most important thing was power.

The most important thing was how strong their leader, or rather, their ruler, was.

It was similar for players and humans.

In the modern era, after tens of thousands of years.

It was now an age of savagery.

Although the president and members of the National Assembly elected by the people were said to represent the people and manage the country, there was no fool in the world who would believe such words.

Power.

A world where powerful groups ruled the world, and humans who pledged allegiance to them reigned as leaders.

The strong.

And what the strong one intended was important.

Everyone in Bohol naturally pledged allegiance to Lee Ro-woon.

Thud.

Most of them had not properly seen what kind of person Lee Ro-woon was.

Also.

“We will be serving the same master from now on.”

Chilabaoh said.

“Isn’t the hierarchy more important than anything else?”

The essence of the Black Orcs was ultimately that of demons and fiends of Gehenna.

Survival of the fittest.

Everything was decided by power, and they obeyed.

It had already been heard that there were many forces under Lee Ro-woon.

“I believe those who represent each force are qualified enough.”

The people who stood with Lee Ro-woon.

Ha Se-min and Kang Han-cheol.

Each represented the Hao Clan and the Blood Cult.

“Hoo!”

Lee Yong-jin and Lee Shin-woo represented the Ghostly Melody Valley and the Azure Army.

Therefore, the Black Orcs’ idea of holding a ranking battle at this place was not wrong.

“That’s a good point.”

Kang Han-cheol stepped forward, agreeing.

Ha Se-min and Lee Yong-jin were the same.

It wasn’t just Gehenna that had the principle of survival of the fittest.

The Hao Clan, which could be called a heretical sect, the Blood Cult, which could be called a demonic path, and the Ghostly Melody Valley all followed the principle of survival of the fittest.

So, it would be decided here.

“Would the opponents be the same as before?”

They nodded at Chilabaoh’s words.

“First….”

Thud.

Hashman took a large step forward.

Although he had become closer to a human form, he still had a huge physique and muscles, standing at least 2 meters tall.

The opponent to face him was.

“…….”

It was Ha Se-min.

“Their names are similar too.”

Lee Yong-jin chuckled as he looked at the two of them.

“I ask for your guidance.”

“I ask for your guidance.”

They greeted each other with a fist salute.

Tension filled their faces.

And.

Koooh.

Internal energy began to be drawn out and emanate.

The two had fought before.

However, less than a month had passed, and now, the situation was clearly different from then.

First, Hashman, the War Chief of the Black Orcs.

Woo-oong!

A dark red aura surged from his entire body.

The Blood Demon Arts had filled the gaps in the Beast Palace’s inner cultivation method, and as a result of his rebirth, his dantian [an energy center in the body] had swelled to almost twice its size.

There was also a difference in how he exerted his power.

Taat!

Before, he had fought in a way that was closer to a demon of Gehenna, simply exploding his power.

He had merely exploded the internal energy he had built up with the Beast Palace’s inner cultivation method in the Black Orcs’ way.

Of course, that alone was destructive enough.

Hwaaak!

Now, it was precise and contained a martial spirit.

Hashman’s glaive bent like a brush, spilling red droplets of blood.

Lightning surged from Ha Se-min’s fist as he countered.

Kwaang!

The two collided.

Ha Se-min succeeded in blocking Hashman’s glaive, which had grown to almost twice its size.

Twitch.

Bulging veins showed that he was exerting more power, but Ha Se-min did not back down.

He had also grown.

-Your potential is not just this much.

Lee Ro-woon’s teachings.

-Do you know about the method of controlling emotions?

What the Beast Palace Lord had taught him.

As a result.

Pajijijit!

Ha Se-min was finally able to use his emotions to control his internal energy.

People often say.

-The mind is the source of power and the strongest force.

The story that humans can exert greater power through mental strength and emotions like anger.

It was not wrong.

However, it could not be said to be absolute.

Could an angry ordinary person defeat a player?

If it was a newbie player and an ordinary person who had trained in combat for a long time, it was possible.

However, if a ranker and an ordinary person were to fight, no matter how angry the ordinary person was, they could not defeat the player.

Also, being swayed by emotions like anger would hinder the precision of techniques and block proper judgment.

In the fight of masters.

Pajijijit!

Emotions were nothing but poison.

That was why the more skilled they were, the more they suppressed their emotions and remained calm.

Ha Se-min was a top-tier master in that regard.

As the head of the Hao Clan, he was someone who could cast aside all emotions if he wanted to.

He was cold and extremely rational.

However.

-Unleash it.

If emotions could be properly controlled.

Pajijijijijijijit!

He realized this time that the power could be doubled.

Streams of lightning surged around Ha Se-min.

It poured down as if to burn Hashman’s entire body, emitting an intense light.

“Kuek!”

When Hashman’s pained groan was heard, Ha Se-min stepped back.

Because he felt something.

“…….”

Something ominous was felt.

“Indeed, you are worthy of serving the king all this time.”

Hashman, whose black skin had become even more scorched and darker, said.

The skin that had been burning and hardened.

Crack!

It cracked and fell off like dry earth.

What was revealed inside was a dark crimson tattoo.

-Blood Flower.

The authority of the Black Orcs, which was only possible for those who were chosen among them.

Just by using the Blood Flower.

Koo-ooo-ooo!

His presence and aura exploded.

But the Blood Flower now was something different.

Srrr.

The flowing blood began to draw even darker patterns and images.

And it was moving towards his arm, affecting even the glaive he was holding.

Hardened blood.

That was the new power that the Black Orcs had gained.

Now, Hashman no longer looked like a Black Orc.

The size that had swelled up more than before, the fangs that had grown larger, were still those of an Orc, but they were no longer black.

Shhh!

Having regained his original form, he was.

-Blood Warrior.

He was closer to a new species called Red Orc.