Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 280

“Is it truly the Blood Cult?” Tak Jin-soo’s voice echoed softly, laced with disbelief. The clear tremor in his voice made everyone tense. *Gulp.* They were a group without a designated commander, but it was an unspoken agreement that Jeomchang, as the regional leader, would take command. Furthermore, the Jeomchang Six Swords, the most skilled and highest-ranked, should have been leading, but…

“Truly…” In the strange atmosphere, everyone felt that Tak Jin-soo was leading the Jeomchang Six Swords. In other words, Tak Jin-soo was the commander of the martial artists in this battle. “Is it the Blood Cult?” Tak Jin-soo muttered, his voice trembling, instilling fear in everyone.

“Sh, shit. What the hell is going on?” “The Blood Cult? That Blood Cult?” “Is there anything we can do…?” It was a moment of increasing confusion and commotion. *Saaaah.* The blood-colored mist that had disappeared was now rippling and spreading again. “Kuh!” “Keuk!” Those who came into contact with the blood-colored mist began to clutch their necks and groan in pain. One, two. It was quickly spreading, paralyzing the area. “T, Tak Great Warrior!” In the end, the only one they could call out to was the strongest, the one who could lead them. Tak Jin-soo, who was staring blankly at the mist with wavering eyes, let out a groan. “Kuh…” It soon turned into a burst of maniacal laughter. “Kyahahahaha!” *Kwaaaang!* A booming sound that shook the air echoed. The blood-colored mist, which had been dominating the area and spreading endlessly, stopped. “The mist has stopped!” The mist could no longer move and stopped spreading. *Saaaah!* Another mist spread out, beginning to compete with the blood-colored mist. That too. “R, red mist?” It was a mist as red as blood. The martial artists immediately searched for the origin of the mist. Their eyes landed on Tak Jin-soo of Jeomchang. A prestigious orthodox sect. A master of the Jeomchang Sect, one of the pillars of the Nine Great Sects, was now emitting the same thing as the demonic leaders of the Blood Cult. *Thud.* The martial artists unconsciously began to step back at the situation. Confusion. What was real, and what was fake. “What is…” They couldn’t decide what to follow or what to do. It was then. *Kwaak!* The blood-colored mist that Tak Jin-soo emitted soon swallowed the surrounding martial artists, beginning to consume them. And soon, those who had been groaning in pain stood up straight. “Haa.” The blood-colored energy that was emitted as they exhaled, along with their eyes, were dyed red. “Blood Cult…” Tak Jin-soo said, looking at Lee Ro-woon. “You finally reveal yourselves and plan to move directly.” The mist gradually spread, swallowing the martial artists. One by one, they twisted their bodies as if infected, then stood up straight. “How long I have waited for this moment! How much I have longed for this moment!” Tak Jin-soo shouted, filled with madness. His eyes were also dyed red. *Jjeoeong!* A sound of something breaking was heard. Along with that, Tak Jin-soo emitted an even thicker blood cloud. “Oh, Demonic God.” Kang Han-cheol, wearing a demon mask, called out to Lee Ro-woon at the sight. “That is…” “I know.” Lee Ro-woon answered him. “Blood Demon Energy.” Not the incomplete one. The proper one, the Blood Demon Energy similar to what he possessed. Moreover, it had already reached a considerable level. “It’s a blood cloud.” It was manifesting in the form of a blood cloud that could be materialized and affect the surroundings. “If it was that common, it would have appeared a long time ago.” Lee Yong-jin said, sounding annoyed. “If that were the case, the Blood Cult wouldn’t have fallen apart like this, and even a guy like that would have been made into a Blood Demon and revealed himself a long time ago, wouldn’t he?” “Don’t underestimate the Blood Cult.” “I’m just saying.” Kang Han-cheol and Lee Yong-jin. Lee Ro-woon silenced them by clenching his fist. “It’s neither common nor proper.” Just. “It’s just an experiment.” “An experiment?” “Anyway, I thought it would be nice if it ended as easily as before.” In Luzon, they had subdued their opponents without shedding much blood. As if shedding blood was a good thing, it would have been nice if the same situation had happened again, but. “From the start, you didn’t intend to do that, did you?” Ha Se-min said, his eyes gleaming differently than before. “If you preferred no bloodshed, you would have moved a long time ago.” Ha Se-min was right. If he was going to move without bloodshed, he should have moved the moment he took over Luzon and the Myriad Blood Sect joined the Blood Cult. Since the rest would have proceeded naturally, if he had advanced quickly at the point when Jeomchang did not appear, no blood would have been shed. However. “In the end, the most blood would have been shed.” Lee Ro-woon said. “There is no way to avoid bloodshed, it’s just about finding a way to shed the least amount of blood.” The least amount of blood. “And…” On the other side of Lee Ro-woon, Tak Jin-soo had already submerged all the martial artists in the front row into the blood cloud and shouted. “Sweep them away-!” *Tatata tat!* The martial artists began to move. At that sight, Lee Ro-woon said. “If you gain new power, it’s human nature to want to use that power. I’m just going to grant that.” Originally, he was just a mere human. Of course, that thought had not changed even now. Even if he was a slightly special and different human, he was just a mere human. Never a god or anything like that. However. “If I’ve decided to become a god, I should grant their wishes.” He had declared that he would become a king. And the king of the Blood Cult was the Blood Demon. Their god. If so, it wouldn’t be bad to listen to the followers’ hearts a little more than a god whose existence was not even known. *Swish.* Lee Ro-woon’s hand moved. The martial artists who were rushing in. *Kwakwakwang!* They were pierced by the blood-colored blades that sprang from the floor and stopped in their tracks. However, that was only for a moment. *Kwaang!* The blood-colored blades shattered, and the enemies began to rush in.

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The Three War Gate. It was the same in the past when Eun was still fine, and it was the same now that a new world had opened. They were just a sect that had a little bit of luck, nothing special. They were more of a merchant guild than a sect, and they began to dabble in martial arts to expand further, becoming the Three War Gate from the Three War Merchant Guild. -They were lucky. It was a lucky thing. The world was divided and fragmented. In the world that was divided in a way that no one knew the criteria for, the Three War Gate was isolated. They were small in number and didn’t have much, but because their predecessor was a merchant guild, they survived with the food and knowledge they had accumulated. And finally, on the day the door opened, the sect leader and disciples of the Three War Gate had some expectations. -There won’t be many places that survived. Perhaps they would be the only ones who survived. In a world where martial arts had disappeared, they might be able to use martial arts and enjoy the same luxury that the Nine Great Sects had enjoyed in the past. But the result was very different from their expectations. Expectations were just expectations. -Three War Gate? When the door opened, too many sects had survived. All of the Nine Great Sects were fine, except for Qingcheng, which had not survived properly for too long, and the same was true for the Five Great Families. They had hoped to be the only ones, but. -Was there such a place? I see. The Three War Gate had to be treated the same as in the past. Because no genius had appeared during the separation of the world, their martial arts, which were only third-rate, were still nothing special. Thus, the door opened again. If the sects were lined up in the new world, it was safe to say that the Three War Gate would be at the very end. Even if they made earnest requests to the association or called for help from the surrounding sects, the sects that had become more deeply united and closed off in the separated world could not help the Three War Gate. At this rate, the Three War Gate would be finished. No, they were rather satisfied that they could at least survive because the door had opened in a relatively remote area like the Philippines.

Moon Sang-hwi, a disciple of the Three War Gate. That was how he was. *Kaang!* If he went to a martial arts tournament with great ambition, he would be eliminated in the preliminaries. *Kaaang!* He even lost an arm while fighting a nameless wanderer and almost lost his arm. *Kaaaang!* And that wasn’t all. Moon Sang-hwi was the one who had experienced all the humiliations a martial artist could experience and had tried all the training methods that people talked about to become stronger. However, Moon Sang-hwi was also the one who could not become stronger. His fate was supposed to end without changing, remaining at the bottom. “Kuhheuk!” Such Moon Sang-hwi let out a sound like a groan. Tears were streaming down his eyes. “Kuhheuhheuk!” He sobbed even more sadly. *Kaaang!* Along with that, flames soared from his sword. He had blocked it. “Do you remember me!” Moon Sang-hwi shouted. “I am Moon Sang-hwi of the Three War Gate, the one you threw to the ground and spat on!” The one who was facing Moon Sang-hwi with his sword. He was someone Moon Sang-hwi knew well. Because they were from the same region, they had many opportunities to meet. However, the circumstances were very different for the disciple of the Eight Curves Gate, compared to the Three War Gate or Moon Sang-hwi. “Who are you…?” The guy didn’t even know his name. Even though the Eight Curves Gate did not belong to the Nine Great Sects, it was a medium-sized sect with a decent martial art and martial artists. In the past, in a fight between the Three War Gate and the Eight Curves Gate, the opponent was the one who had brutally trampled on Moon Sang-hwi. -If you have that kind of skill, you should abandon your sect and become a wanderer. So you won’t even know who to blame when you die. He was the opponent who had to endure such humiliation. Moon Sang-hwi could barely block his sword for even a single move. But now. *Kakakakakang!* He was pushing forward. “I am Moon Sang-hwi of the Three War Gate!” “Three War Gate…?” The opponent’s eyes wavered. “Yes!” Moon Sang-hwi shouted, pouring in even more inner energy. “Of the Three War Gate…!” The wall that he thought he could never overcome. Could you believe that he had overcome it with just one belief? -The only choice we can make is to follow the trend. Even if it wasn’t the sect leader’s choice, Moon Sang-hwi would have joined the Blood Cult. The desire to become stronger. He thought that he would be fine as long as he could become stronger, no matter what he sacrificed. That was why. *Kwaaaaa!* Now that he had joined the Blood Cult, he was incredibly happy with the new power he had gained. The pleasure of being able to cut down an opponent who he couldn’t even block for a single move. The pleasure of being able to defeat an opponent who had inflicted humiliation and insult on him. *Swish!* *Swish!* “Kuhheuk!” This time, it was the opponent’s voice that burst out. It was a groan, not a sob. “Kuhheuk!” Moon Sang-hwi was still sobbing. He was happy! He was incredibly happy! -That person is not a god! The sect leader was mistaken about the Blood Cult. He was saying that it was a choice he made to follow the trend and survive, but Moon Sang-hwi was different. “Granting wishes.” The sword moved. “The one who fulfills what no human could ever fulfill.” The red sword energy passed by, slashing the opponent. “If not a god, then what is he?” Moon Sang-hwi lowered his sword. It was the moment when the opponent he thought he could never defeat. That huge wall had collapsed. At this moment. “Kuhheuk!” There were more than one or two people sobbing like him. And. *Kwaaaaaang!* On the other side, a battle of a kind that he could not even imagine was taking place.