Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 292

The Three Kings’ Disciple

Volume 12, Chapter 18

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Jeomchang.

One of the pillars of the Nine Great Sects, a righteous faction with a long history.

Their martial arts are as profound as their history, and the warriors of Jeomchang have embraced that depth to gain powerful skills.

Although they may not be among the top of the Nine Great Sects, they have poured much into their growth in their own way.

Also, because they were located in the borderlands, they had gained practical experience by striving to advance into the mainland and achieve merit.

Therefore.

-Jeomchang is strong.

They were also proud of their own strength.

They talked among themselves before the fight with the Blood Cult.

-Why should we be afraid?

They set up a barrier and waited for them.

They proposed a negotiation that was close to surrender.

-Why?

It didn’t make sense.

Wouldn’t it be better to break the barrier and strike the Blood Cult first?

If it was Jeomchang.

And if it was the warriors who were with Jeomchang.

-They could defeat the Blood Cult, right?

They didn’t like the idea of lowering their tails and waiting like frightened puppies.

That’s why they sharpened their swords even more.

On the day of the decisive battle.

-Let’s show what Jeomchang is.

They said that the world would see the power of Jeomchang that day.

They weren’t careless.

They tried their best to show everything Jeomchang had.

However.

“This… can’t be happening….”

The result was utterly devastating.

The arrows they had fired didn’t pierce a single enemy.

The archery that Jeomchang had boasted about was useless against them.

Rather.

Swoosh.

The arrows they had fired returned and pierced them.

Adding several times the internal energy they had imbued.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

They pierced through Jeomchang.

They scanned their surroundings with disbelieving eyes.

The disciples who had been born and raised in the same place, who had spent time together.

Those who were like family, even though they sometimes had conflicts.

“Ugh… Ughhhhh….”

They were dying, bleeding out.

-Let’s wash ourselves in the blood of the Blood Cult today.

-Those monster bastards.

-Let’s show them what the meaning of righteousness is.

They who had shouted and rejoiced together.

“Ugh.”

They died without even being able to let out a proper death cry.

Half.

That was the number of Jeomchang disciples who had lost their lives in a single moment.

The rest had barely managed to avoid it or had only suffered injuries from being pierced by arrows.

“Ugh… Ugh.”

The surging emotions were emptiness, futility.

And.

“Ughhhhhhh!”

It was rage.

Clang!

They drew their swords and exploded their inner energy.

The moment the sword energy, distorted by rage, burst out like flickering flames.

Thwack!

The sword blade that had pierced through his chest and protruded out was visible.

Glug.

Blood foam gushed from his mouth.

The moment his gaze moved backward.

Thwack!

The sword was piercing deeper.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Such sounds were heard from all directions.

While they were distracted by the arrows returning, the Blood Cult members had already moved and started hunting.

In a way, it was an obvious tactic.

Because it was best to exploit the gap when it was exposed.

That obvious thing.

Thud.

Jeomchang had been defeated.

“Bastards.”

A Blood Cult member who had defeated a Jeomchang warrior spat and said.

He was a master from a fairly large sect.

To be precise, he was a master from a sect that used to be quite large.

“Where do you get off acting so noble?”

The war had started with a minor dispute with Jeomchang.

In reality, they were just chosen as a sacrifice for Jeomchang to show off their power.

That’s how they lost their sect leader and young sect leader.

-It’s an example.

For daring to oppose Jeomchang, they had violated the weak, using a flimsy excuse.

“Does it hurt now that you’ve lost something?”

He asked as the fallen warrior twitched.

“Those who were lost because of you have been feeling that pain all along.”

Tears.

Tears of blood.

“So don’t act noble or sublime….”

Thwack!

“Die.”

The pride of a warrior.

“Righteous sect?”

A righteous sect that claims to walk the righteous path?

Only the Nine Great Sects care about such things.

Most of them had already realized it.

That there was no righteous sect or righteous path in the world.

That it was just a hollow justification.

“That’s a joke. I am of the Blood Cult.”

A voice echoed in his head.

It was clearly Ro-woon’s.

-Blood for blood.

Yes. That was right.

-There is no value in what is not gained by shedding blood.

Yes. That was also right.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The sound of flesh being pierced came from all directions.

All of them had volunteered for the war with Jeomchang, and they were people with pent-up emotions.

Rage.

“This time, it’s your turn to feel it.”

Under the name of the Blood Cult, the weak’s counterattack had begun.

* * *

There are many ways to end a war quickly.

One of them is to take out the leader.

Those who have lost their command become disoriented, lose their goals, and scatter.

Since they were just tools moving according to the desires of their ruler, they would naturally scatter and fall apart.

Tatatat!

So they aimed for the Blood Demon, the executives of the Blood Cult.

The Jeomchang forces were still as numerous as grains of sand on a beach.

It was the result of combining their hidden forces and the sects of Manila.

Among them, those who could be called masters.

Swish-!

They were rushing towards Ro-woon, passing through the Blood Cult members blocking their way.

Moths.

Those who jump into the flames, burning themselves and scattering.

That was….

“Cough!”

It was no different from their appearance.

They were blocked by the cult members.

The people who had become Blood Cult members were not the same warriors they had known before.

They were stronger and faster.

There were dozens, hundreds, thousands of such people.

Thwack!

It was only natural that they couldn’t break through the wall.

But Ro-woon and the others weren’t just waiting.

Clang!

A huge man appeared.

He remembered that he was an executive named Hashman.

The ground cracked as he swung his glaive, and fragments flew up.

“I’ll take you on.”

The executives stood as if protecting the Blood Cult members.

At that sight, the Blood Cult members nodded and began to move separately.

Ro-woon was also slowly walking out.

Swish!

Arrows and hidden weapons were pouring in.

But nothing.

Whoosh…. Boom!

Nothing reached Ro-woon.

There was a man who had rushed in, creating an opening after hundreds had attacked, and finally reached Ro-woon.

He exploded all the inner energy in his dantian [energy center] and even his innate energy, putting everything into the tip of his sword.

He unleashed it.

A strike that risked his life.

However.

Thud.

His sword tip was stopped by Ro-woon’s extended index finger.

Shudder.

He shook his pupils at the unbelievable sight, but only for a moment.

“Do you think this fight will end by capturing me?”

Ro-woon’s voice was heard in his ear as he was already unable to move due to Ro-woon’s internal energy that had penetrated him.

“Even if I’m not here, this fight won’t end.”

Capturing the leader to end the fight.

That only works in a war that was started solely by the will of the ruler.

“This war….”

Ro-woon’s languid eyes took on a red hue.

“Is being fought by everyone’s will.”

The oppression and persecution they had received from the warriors were erupting.

The injustice they had suffered from the great power of Jeomchang was erupting.

The antipathy towards the Nine Great Sects.

And….

“Even if I die, the flame has already been ignited.”

The emotions of those who had to do things they didn’t want to do were exploding.

Not all warriors ignored and looked down on players or the residents of Earth.

There were also those like Baek Cheong who placed warriors and the residents of Earth on the same level and thought of them as the same people.

But it couldn’t be done.

A place where even upholding justice was not allowed if one did not have power.

That was Eun.

Those who had to oppress and persecute players and the residents of Earth because of the orders given by the Council.

Their pent-up emotions were erupting.

“Nonsens….”

“That’s why it won’t work.”

Ro-woon slowly pushed in the finger he had extended.

“Selfish bastards.”

The tip of the extended sword began to crumble.

Soon, it was crushed and compressed.

Boom!

It exploded along with the warrior who was holding the sword.

“…….”

The situation was already resolved.

Perhaps realizing that targeting Ro-woon was futile, they were not moving easily.

‘How to end a war quickly.’

Ro-woon also had no intention of fighting this war for a long time.

He had to pay the price in blood, but too much blood would overflow.

Taking out the leader was one way.

And another way was.

Swish.

It was to show an overwhelming difference in power.

This had already been proven.

In history.

And in recent events as well.

When a disaster appeared, the warriors abandoned the land where they were born and fled.

They chose to run away instead of fighting the disaster to the end.

‘There is no justice for them.’

So.

“I am also just a disaster to them.”

So he would show them.

What he took out was the sword Ro-woon had created, Fury.

The moment he held it, his heart began to beat loudly.

Thump!

As his heart beat, blood demon energy began to circulate throughout his body.

Thump!

Blood rushed to his head, and his eyes began to turn bloodshot.

By giving this sword the name Fury, it represented Ro-woon’s rage.

The moment the hidden, concealed, and discarded emotion awakened.

Whoosh!

Red energy began to soar from the greatsword Fury.

“……!”

At that destructive energy, even the allies, not to mention the enemies, were surprised and began to step back.

Flames!

The energy was soaring even higher, as if burning.

The flickering energy was like the flames of hell.

It was also like the rage of a demon.

Slowly.

Crack!

Space was torn apart.

Unable to withstand the massive internal energy that was erupting, an illusion appeared as if space was cracking.

Crack!

Fury began to draw a trajectory.

Hashman quickly retreated and exploded his internal energy.

So that his allies wouldn’t get hurt.

At that moment.

Whoooooooosh!

It was the moment Fury moved diagonally.

The blood-colored sword energy was growing endlessly, and it….

Kooooooom!

It cut down everything in its path.

It was not any sword form or swordsmanship, nor did it have any principles or laws.

It was literally.

-Overwhelming power.

Creating such destructive power just by emitting internal energy.

Swoosh.

Silence filled the place where everything had collapsed and fallen.

Hiccup!

Some were so surprised that they hiccuped.

Thud.

And some just sat down with blank faces.

Ro-woon put the Fury he had been holding back on his back.

Now….

“Let’s go.”

The path was open.

* * *

The scene visible outside the window.

Crack!

It was to the point where even the windows here were all broken, showing how great the aftermath of the previous event was.

If it hadn’t been for the barrier they had deployed and the internal energy they had quickly poured out, even this building would have collapsed.

What they saw.

And what they felt.

“Blood Demon.”

The lackey of the Blood Cult who had appeared under the name of Blood Demon was literally a monster.

He cut down a mountain with a single strike.

It was a story that would only be told in the fairy tales of Eun, but there were actually those who had reached that level.

In Eun, they used to call them this.

-Immortals.

Those who had transcended the realm.

Those who had shed their human skin.

“You’ve become stronger.”

That person had definitely become much stronger than when she had been humiliated back then.

However.

Sway.

She had also become stronger.

Heavenly Unity Sword, Jang So-young.

“The Sixteen Swords of Jeomchang….”

She moved.

“Follow me.”

The Three Kings’ Disciple