Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 420

Three Kings' Disciple (2)

“Kuh, keuh!” Qing In-woo groaned in pain, stumbling backward. Kwaang! The sword energy that erupted in front of Qing In-woo carved a deep scar into the ground. Taat! Qing In-woo desperately leaped away, rolling on the ground using the Naryeotagon technique [a movement technique that allows for quick evasion].

“A plum blossom swordsman who boasts of Mount Hua. Tsk.”

“Resorting to Naryeotagon techniques.”

Voices mocking Qing In-woo followed.

“Kuh.”

Qing In-woo, barely getting up from the ground, looked at them with a forced smile.

Qing In-woo’s appearance was a complete mess.

There wasn’t a single spot on his body that wasn’t wounded, and the blood that seeped out was still soaking the ground.

Any normal person would have lost consciousness from the amount of blood he had lost.

In contrast, those who were sneering at Qing In-woo were…

“How far do you plan to run?”

Their clothes were torn in a few places, but compared to Qing In-woo, they looked completely unscathed.

“Baek Sol….”

Qing In-woo forced out a voice, erasing his smile.

“Are you alright?”

“…….”

No answer came to Qing In-woo’s question.

Only.

Wheek, wheek.

Only such ragged breaths could be heard.

“It seems you haven’t died, thankfully.”

Baek Sol was the next strongest after Qing In-woo in the Red Plum Blossom [a group within Mount Hua].

Qing In-woo had invested much of what he had learned and gained into Baek Sol.

“But to think there was such a thing.”

“It’s a shame, a shame. How about changing sides now?”

“Rather than being with a traitor like Mount Hua….”

The enemies glaring at Qing In-woo spoke.

“Wouldn’t it be better for Mount Hua to stand on our side and punish the traitor?”

It was a voice trying to tempt Baek Sol, as if regretting her current position.

It was the first time.

“You….”

A voice flowed from Baek Sol’s mouth.

“You morons, spouting nonsense without knowing your place.”

“…….”

It was a harsh remark that didn’t match her expressionless face and clear voice.

“If serving Mount Hua means turning it into a den of fools, then you’re doing a great job.”

“Her tongue… it seems she was keeping her mouth shut because it was too long.”

A low voice was heard directed towards Baek Sol.

“Puhahahahaha!”

The sound of Qing In-woo’s laughter burst out from beside him.

“It’s been a while. Since Baek Sol opened her mouth.”

Qing In-woo seemed to have forgotten the pain from his injuries.

“Did I look that pathetic?”

But Baek Sol closed her mouth again.

In fact, that was probably the case just now too.

Swoosh.

Exhausted.

She had opened her mouth to buy time, but Baek Sol’s situation was no better than Qing In-woo’s.

No matter how many attacks Qing In-woo had deflected, Baek Sol had also suffered damage.

‘It twists my gut, but those bastards are right.’

No more.

“Now there’s nowhere left to run.”

There was nowhere left to run.

Kwaang!

A booming sound came from behind.

Everything was clearly felt by Qing In-woo’s heightened senses.

The sound of the Red Plum Blossom, who had gone ahead, clashing with the dark elves.

And in front of that.

‘What the hell are they doing?’

A clash of enormous forces that was hard to even describe was being felt.

“You crazy bastards, are you still thinking of following us even after seeing that?”

That insane fight.

Their goal wasn’t just him, the traitor of Mount Hua.

“Are you trying to fight that?”

Lee Ro-woon.

Their goal was also to hunt the Blood Demon [a powerful demonic entity] who had entered this gate and take his head.

“……Indeed, the Blood Demon of this era is the real deal.”

The masters of the past said.

“To think such a monster exists.”

They also seemed surprised by the fight that was unfolding in front of them.

The ancient, past masters.

New bodies.

With the power of the demonic spirit and specially modified bloodlines and bodies.

They had gained something tremendous that would make any ordinary master look like a third-rate fighter, but.

“So, even you guys are having a hard time with that?”

Before the power that Lee Ro-woon possessed, they were like a candle in the wind.

“But.”

The masters of the past said.

“Do you think the Blood Demon will be safe alone in that fight?”

At that, the smile on Qing In-woo’s face disappeared.

“It’s already been a long fight.”

Kwaaaang!

The clash of power against power.

The collision that seemed to be carving away at the world, not just the terrain, was continuing even at this moment, and it was a fight that had been going on since they had started.

In a fight that had lasted a long time.

“Do you think they won’t get tired?”

They would be tired.

“Also, how can you be so sure that the Blood Demon will survive?”

Just from the energy being felt.

‘A close match.’

The fight between the transcendents in front was almost a close match.

Meaning it was hard to tell who would win or lose.

If….

“If the Blood Demon loses, why would you just go back?”

If the Blood Demon, Lee Ro-woon, were to lose?

“That wouldn’t be so bad either.”

The masters of the past said with a smile.

“You crazy bastards.”

At that, Qing In-woo distorted his face and cursed.

“You know what that means, right?”

If it was them, they could create an escape route even if the gate wasn’t captured.

And if they were to return like that.

“Is it about the destruction of the world?”

The destruction of the world, meaning a gate break.

‘The collapse of an SS-class gate.’

And the aftermath of that….

“Everything will burn.”

The country where the gate was opened, and perhaps even more, would be destroyed and burned.

“……?”

The masters of the past had puzzled expressions.

“Is that important?”

“What?”

“Isn’t it a place that has rebelled against Mount Hua?”

South Korea, their actions were rebelling against Mount Hua.

“Those who rebel against Mount Hua, only destruction awaits them.”

“…….”

“Why should Mount Hua even think about their future?”

They seemed truly sincere.

“It’s better this way. It’s purification without staining Mount Hua’s sword with blood.”

“…….”

Qing In-woo was speechless.

Qing In-woo could be said to have been a henchman of Mount Hua, leading the way in committing evil deeds.

But what Qing In-woo could confirm was that he was also the one who had captured the most gates.

Whether it was Mount Hua or anything else, this was their home and the land they had to protect.

Even if they crossed the line, there were certain boundaries that should never be crossed.

But these people.

‘No, Baek Jin is.’

They were trying to cross even that.

Mount Hua.

Baek Jin.

“Do you think you’re some kind of god?”

They had crossed the line and stepped into a place they shouldn’t have.

“Well, that’s why I betrayed Mount Hua too.”

A bitter truth.

“But well, if those two were to destroy each other.”

“If they were to suffer damage close to mutual destruction.”

“I could do them a favor and hunt them.”

He had already taken his stance.

“Are you done now?”

A question directed at Qing In-woo.

They seemed to already know that this meaningless exchange was just Qing In-woo buying time to recover.

“Yes.”

Indeed, the moment Qing In-woo admitted and answered.

Kwaaaang!

The moment an even greater explosion, different from anything before, was heard from behind.

“…….”

The faces of the past masters distorted.

Crack!

A sound that was more like the world tilting than something breaking.

Thud!

And with another explosion, a huge tree began to collapse.

Taat!

In that moment, Qing In-woo, with a smile, took the first initiative.

* * *

The masters of the past.

They were indeed the hidden card that Baek Jin had prepared.

Numerous masters who were born and died within Mount Hua, which had been closed off for a long time.

Among them.

-Mount Hua must change.

There were masters who had gone mad in the hellish life there.

Their skills, mastery, and martial arts were worthy of being recorded in the history of Mount Hua, but their direction was wrong.

-The path that Mount Hua should pursue is….

Mount Hua, which was a path of Tao [a philosophical concept of living in harmony with the universe].

-It is the path of tyranny.

The twisted ones who tried to change it.

Mount Hua called them this in history.

Dead flowers.

-Sihwa [literally ‘dead flower’, a term for those who strayed from Mount Hua’s path].

Numerous disciples of Mount Hua had died to suppress them.

For the sake of the numerous disciples who had died to protect Mount Hua, Mount Hua hid and buried the existence of Sihwa.

They also dismembered their corpses and sealed them in various parts of Mount Hua, and even sealed their souls to prevent them from disturbing the spiritual energy of Mount Hua.

They were beings that had to be that way, and beings that could only be stopped that way.

But.

“Baek Jin….”

Baek Jin, the current sect leader of Mount Hua.

“Do you even know what you’ve done….”

He had opened a box that should not have been opened and awakened them.

Instead of their rotten bodies, he provided them with bodies made by investing all of Mount Hua’s techniques and resources, so that they could run wild.

“Shibal [a Korean curse word].”

Not only that, but he also gave them the remnants of the Martial God that the Assembly had obtained.

That was how these people were born.

“It’s tiresome.”

Jin Mae Hwa [likely a reference to the ‘dead flowers’ or Sihwa].

Qing In-woo was staggering, barely standing on two feet.

Baek Sol was not.

“…….”

Only a faint breath indicated her survival, and she was lying somewhere behind Qing In-woo, barely clinging to life.

Kakang!

The sounds of the dark elves and the Red Plum Blossom clashing, which had been heard from behind, were also fading.

“It’s over.”

Yes, they were right.

It was over now.

For Qing In-woo too.

Sway!

He had lost the strength to stand any longer.

The inner energy that had filled his dantian [an energy center in the body] had long been depleted, and he had long since used the innate true energy that martial artists should never use.

Those who would be called Jin Mae Hwa also seemed to have suffered some injuries from Qing In-woo, but.

“Shibal….”

They still looked like they had enough energy to deal with him.

Yes.

“It’s over….”

Qing In-woo’s world was collapsing.

Tilt.

Without the strength to stand on two feet any longer.

Thud.

Without the strength to hold the sword, the life of a martial artist, Qing In-woo was collapsing like that.

“Really….”

“You’re giving us a hard time.”

Their voices were faintly heard.

“It’s a shame.”

Their voices, genuinely regretting, were also heard.

“If you hadn’t become an enemy of Mount Hua, you would have truly become a sword that would have illuminated Mount Hua.”

Plum Blossom Divine Sword.

“But….”

Now, their voices were only heard as small as flies buzzing.

“From the beginning, not being of Mount Hua’s blood….”

Beeeep.

An ringing sound was heard.

‘Damn it.’

It was the end.

A life that was long if it was long, and short if it was short.

‘But still….’

Qing In-woo thought.

‘Am I going to be cleansed of the sins I’ve committed?’

Regret for the days he had lived.

And.

‘Survive.’

Worries about those who were left behind.

With those thoughts, Qing In-woo closed his eyes.

Beeeep.

The ringing continued.

The world that had been dyed gray.

Light was slowly entering that world.

Afterlife, or something like that?

If such a thing existed, the place he had to go was definitely hell.

And Qing In-woo would accept the hell he was going to go to calmly and naturally.

The gray world.

A figure flickered there.

“How long are you going to stay like that?”

A voice.

Whoosh-!

The light of the world shone brightly.

The distorted gray light.

But a clear vitality was felt.

“If you want to die that badly, I can kill you.”

Even a voice that was annoyingly irritating.

“Shut….”

He smiled.

“Up….”

Qing In-woo looked at Lee Ro-woon’s face like that.

Disciple of the Three Kings

Disciple of the Three Kings [EN]

Disciple of the Three Kings [EN]

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[English Translation] In a world where players strive to become High Rankers, one individual finds himself on the brink of achieving this coveted status. Just as emptiness threatens to consume him, an unexpected system message offers a perilous choice: "[You have been chosen as the Vessel of Chaos. Do you accept? Warning: Depending on your choice, the world may face destruction.]" Driven by the lingering embers of vengeance, he accepts, only to awaken in the presence of three legendary figures:
  • The Martial King: Master of the Demonic Sect.
  • The Sword King: Sole ruler of Einhart.
  • The Demon King: The God-Slayer who usurped a deity's divinity.
These Three Kings, sovereigns of invaded worlds, now stand before him. As their disciple, he embarks on a journey that intertwines destiny, power, and the looming threat of chaos. Will he harness the chaos within or succumb to the destruction prophesied? Dive into the epic tale of "Disciple of the Three Kings" to uncover the fate that awaits.

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