Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 393

“Woo Maeng-ah.”

Chung Inwoo appeared.

Behind him stood more martial artists than the Plum Blossom Sword Unit. [A unit of Mount Hua specializing in swordsmanship]

Sseuk.

Another group of Plum Blossom Sword Masters emerged from among them.

Three units.

It seemed at least that many had moved.

“S-Senior Brother…”

“I told you not to mess around.”

Chung Inwoo, squatting, made eye contact with Woo Maeng and said,

“I told you not to act recklessly.”

“S-Senior Brother!”

Woo Maeng cried out as if wronged.

But what followed in Woo Maeng’s eyes was fear.

“Did you think you were something special?”

Chung Inwoo was smirking, his lips twisted.

However, his cold eyes were filled with terror.

The Red Plum Blossom.

He was, without a doubt, the best swordsman among the current Plum Blossom Sword Masters.

“Why didn’t you listen to your Senior Brother?”

“I was wro…”

Crack.

A sound of something being crushed and broken.

“Kuaaaak!”

Woo Maeng screamed again.

Woo Maeng’s left shoulder blade was broken and dangling.

“Did you think you were one of us just because of some petty demonic art?”

“I was wro… I was wrong!”

“Please.”

Chung Inwoo stood up.

“Don’t do that.”

Only then did Woo Maeng’s face brighten.

Just as he was about to have hope that he could live from Chung Inwoo’s words.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking rang out again.

But no more screams echoed.

“In your next life. You bastard.”

Chung Inwoo’s foot crushed Woo Maeng’s head.

The atmosphere rapidly hardened.

A disciple of Mount Hua had crushed and killed a fellow disciple.

But no one expressed dissatisfaction or suspicion.

That was Chung Inwoo.

“Haa.”

Chung Inwoo swept back his hair.

“You made quite a scene?”

He said, looking at Lee Rowoon.

When Lee Rowoon didn’t answer, Chung Inwoo quietly placed his hand on his sword hilt.

“You didn’t think you could cause this mess and go back unscathed, did you?”

The three units of Mount Hua.

It was known that there was no gate they couldn’t conquer, no sect they couldn’t destroy with that many.

The story of two Plum Blossom Units destroying a small kingdom in the war with Einheart was already famous.

Moreover, that was a story from a few years ago when the war with Einheart was active.

No one knew what level the current Plum Blossom Units, which had developed and become stronger, were at.

Gulp.

The prisoners of Mount Hua were nervous.

It was like being in a trap within a trap.

They had regained their inner strength with the Blood Return Pill, and they had defeated the supervisor with Taecheon’s help.

They had barely seen the sunlight.

But what blocked their path again was Woo Maeng’s Plum Blossom Unit.

“Red… Plum…”

Now, Chung Inwoo, called the demon of Mount Hua, and three Plum Blossom Units were in front of them.

Lee Rowoon.

They knew how great he was.

They had seen how strong the Blood Cult forces he had brought were.

But the Plum Blossom was different.

Mount Hua was different.

Shudder.

Fear.

It was when it was consuming them.

Step.

Lee Rowoon moved his foot.

Step.

Behind him followed Jung Chi-soo, the Blood Sword Squad Leader, the Black King, and the Ghost King.

“Please support me.”

Taecheon followed, being supported.

Those who had been stunned and unable to do anything out of fear.

Step.

They took a step forward.

It was a kind of flow.

Lee Rowoon’s back.

It looked so wide and large that it was blocking Chung Inwoo and the Plum Blossom Unit.

Above all, there was nowhere to retreat.

“Ha.”

Chung Inwoo’s face contorted at the sight.

He adjusted his breathing, emitting energy.

“Okay. Let’s see…”

Koo-ooo!

The air vibrated with the surging inner energy.

“Did you think,” Lee Rowoon’s voice was heard at that moment.

“That I left you alone because I couldn’t do anything until now?”

Flinch.

Chung Inwoo’s momentum, which had been exploding with energy, faltered.

“You learned from the masters and trained to catch up to me?”

Lee Rowoon was walking.

He was moving forward.

“No.”

In contrast, Chung Inwoo stepped back.

“If you wanted to catch me, it was only when I was trapped here.”

A calm voice spread.

“Red Plum Blossom, what are you doing?” One of the Plum Blossom Sword Masters said, looking at Chung Inwoo, as if frustrated.

“Shu… Shut up.”

“What?”

“I said shut up!”

Chung Inwoo’s momentum, which had seemed to falter, exploded and poured out on the Plum Blossom Sword Master who had opened his mouth.

“Hup!”

Just receiving Chung Inwoo’s momentum caused his dantian [Energy center in the body] to shake and his blood vessels to go wild.

Class.

They were the same Plum Blossom Sword Masters, but their class was different.

“Do you know this?”

Lee Rowoon was already standing in front of Chung Inwoo.

“The masters said.”

Now, his voice was not heard by the entire Mount Hua.

Only one, Chung Inwoo.

Sseuk.

Lee Rowoon leaned his face against Chung Inwoo’s shoulder and whispered.

It seemed as if he could pierce Lee Rowoon’s heart if he stretched out his sword right now, but he couldn’t.

“That we would have to engage in a life-or-death duel if we met again.”

“……!”

“Do you know what that means?”

Lee Rowoon pulled his face away from his ear and said, looking at Chung Inwoo.

“It means that the masters have to risk their lives to beat me.”

The masters.

Not a master.

Does that mean there are others at the same level as him?

And that they have to combine their strength?

Tuk. Tuk tuk.

Lee Rowoon tapped Chung Inwoo’s shoulder.

It was close to humiliation.

But even then, Chung Inwoo did not move.

“This is a small act of revenge.”

Revenge for Mount Hua daring to invade the Blood King’s Castle.

Revenge for the lives burned and killed at that time.

“The rebellion is just beginning.”

With that, Lee Rowoon passed by Chung Inwoo.

The Black King, the Ghost King, and Jung Chi-soo.

Sseuk.

They passed by, glancing at Chung Inwoo.

“……”

Taecheon, who was from Mount Hua and a former candidate for the Plum Blossom Sword God, glanced at Chung Inwoo and passed by.

The prisoners were the same.

The Plum Blossom Unit blocked them, but.

“Step aside.”

At Chung Inwoo’s small, cold voice, they had to step aside.

“Are you really going to let them go like this…”

When someone opened their mouth, their cheek was pierced by a dagger thrown by Chung Inwoo.

“Let’s meet again.”

Lee Rowoon and the prisoners of Mount Hua disappeared into the distance.

Only after a long time, when their shadows had disappeared, did Chung Inwoo lower his head.

“Chung Inwoo.”

One of the Plum Blossom Sword Masters approached Chung Inwoo and said.

Earlier, he had been overwhelmed, and since Chung Inwoo was in charge of this operation, he had followed his orders.

But this was humiliating.

In Mount Hua’s front yard, no, in the secret cave, to just let the enemies go.

“Ha, damn it…”

Chung Inwoo swept back his hair, ignoring the Plum Blossom Sword Master’s words.

“I was scared shitless.”

A twisted smile hung on his lips.

His eyes were coldly extinguished.

“Hey.”

“Do you want to die too?”

At the voice calling Chung Inwoo again, Chung Inwoo looked at him and said.

“With everyone here?”

Just now, Chung Inwoo had seen it.

‘That’s, that’s a monster.’

The huge darkness writhing inside Lee Rowoon.

No, a huge fear that was ambiguous to even call darkness.

He had become stronger.

But that’s why he could see it.

“Clean up.”

“What?”

“I’m going to report.”

This was a fight they couldn’t win.

* * *

-Eunha attacked Mount Hua!

That was the beginning of an article written by a small media company.

-Eunha has invaded Mount Hua!

Although it was not covered by major media companies, the news began to spread.

Finally, Eunha and Mount Hua had clashed.

It was like a bowstring that had been stretched taut at some point, and it had finally begun.

Before Eunha appeared, Mount Hua’s castle was something no one could dare to challenge.

Hainan had always kept them in check, but in fact, there were few who considered them to be their match.

But Eunha was different.

And finally.

-Kwaang!

The news that the two had clashed began to spread.

Even the communication networks, including the internet, were thoroughly controlled under the council’s surveillance, but there was something that could not be stopped.

“Did you hear that?”

It was the mouth of a person.

Player guilds.

Ironically, they talked in a place that was more dangerous than any other and safer than any other.

“What?”

“I heard that Eunha attacked Mount Hua.”

The gate.

It was dangerous because there were monsters, but it was safe because there was no Mount Hua, no council.

“R-Really?”

“And also…”

Rumors were spreading there.

“I heard they attacked Mount Hua’s corpse disposal site.”

“C-Crazy!”

Eun oppressed the players, and the players became more united.

On the surface, they seemed to be at odds, pointing their swords at each other, but in the meantime, they became more united for their mutual benefit and preservation of life.

Rumors spread quickly among them, and those rumors spread to the general public as well.

“Did you hear that?”

Also, such rumors.

“What are you talking about?”

“Hup!”

The players closed their mouths as they saw the approaching martial artists.

The martial artists’ faces contorted at the sight.

“I asked what you were talking about.”

“W-Well, that’s…”

To the martial artists, the council was a sanctuary, and Mount Hua was a holy land.

A story they couldn’t talk about in front of them.

“This is the last time.”

Sreung.

The sword was drawn.

“Speak.”

Only then did the players open their mouths.

“I-It’s just a rumor. That Eunha attacked Mount Hua…”

“What?”

“They say they attacked Mount Hua’s corpse disposal site.”

“……!”

The martial artists’ eyes widened as well.

“What the hell are these bastards plotting, spreading such nonsense?”

“It’s not that… !”

“Stop.”

At that moment, a martial artist of higher rank stopped them.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s true.”

“Yes?”

The lower-ranking martial artist had not heard yet, but the higher-ranking martial artist had heard.

The rumors were not only spreading among the players.

The martial artists.

And….

-Black Market.

The number of martial artists who did not use the Black Market was so small that they could be counted on one hand.

Most of them, eight out of ten, used the Black Market.

It wasn’t just the players who were living on a precarious line.

The Nine Great Sects, the Five Great Families.

The general sects and martial artists under them, who were the mainstays of the council, were practically no different from players with good treatment.

They gathered information using the Black Market and sold information.

And they wished for their own survival and the well-being of their sect.

So the rumors had spread to them as well.

“The landscape is changing.”

“What do you mean…”

“It’s a story that the era of Eunha may come.”

The senior martial artist took the junior martial artist to a secluded place.

“Our sect leader is also trying to contact Eunha.”

“Is that really true?”

“So…”

The senior martial artist said.

“Stop harassing the players.”

“……!”

“As you know, Eunha is pursuing a pro-player policy. They treat players as equals, and they punish martial artists who harm them.”

“So…”

“What do you mean, so? I’m telling you not to do anything unnecessary.”

It was unprecedented.

“Are those bugs really…”

“Watch your mouth. The landscape is changing. If you make a mistake…”

The senior martial artist said.

“It could mean that the era is changing.”

Rumors.

That was the beginning.

The starting point of a huge change.

“I understand. So, what happened?”

“What?”

“I heard they attacked Mount Hua’s corpse disposal site? Did Eunha win?”

At that, the senior martial artist whispered to the junior martial artist in a quiet voice.

“They overwhelmed them.”

“Yes?”

“Eunha overwhelmed Mount Hua.”