Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 442

Blue light and red light clashed.

Clang!

The blue light belonged to the Beggars’ Sect.

Kaang!

The red light was from the Silver River.

They were locked in a fierce struggle, neither side willing to yield.

The Silver River held the qualitative advantage.

The masters of the Silver River were so powerful that each could take on several Beggars’ Sect warriors simultaneously.

This was also due to the nature of the Beggars’ Sect.

The Beggars’ Sect was a motley crew where anyone could join, regardless of talent.

The talents of the Beggars’ Sect, where most members were beggars found on the streets, did not shine brightly.

Also.

-The martial arts of the Beggars’ Sect are divided according to rank.

They divided their status into high and low, and the martial arts they could learn and master, and their depth, differed according to their status.

As a result, the level of martial arts among the Beggars’ Sect members varied greatly.

Of course, they might be considered high compared to other martial artists.

Kaang!

But they were no match for the Silver River, which was trained as an elite force.

The Silver River’s predecessor was the Blood Cult.

The Blood Cult were those who revered martial arts and power, believing it to be right and just.

Talent was filtered, and martial arts were equal for everyone.

If one mastered and developed it, even one’s status could rise within the Silver River.

Swish-!

It was no surprise that the Silver River held the qualitative advantage.

However, the Beggars’ Sect did not falter.

“Push forward!”

The greatest advantage of the Beggars’ Sect: numerical superiority.

They attacked relentlessly, with numbers and appearances that truly resembled an ant swarm.

Even if their comrades were cut down and fell.

“Push!”

They charged without retreating.

It was not difficult for one master to deal with a mediocre number of warriors.

“Plum Blossom Sword Technique?”

The problem was the blue light that enveloped them, the power of the Open Sect Archive [a repository of martial arts knowledge].

“It’s Shaolin martial arts!”

The martial arts of other sects were subtly mixed into their own.

The balance with the Silver River was maintained by their ever-changing martial arts.

However.

Kaang!

Both the Beggars’ Sect and the Silver River knew.

‘This fight.’

‘It won’t end with us.’

They knew better than anyone that the outcome of the war would ultimately be decided elsewhere.

“Hold on.”

A battle that would be decided simply by not falling.

Their battlefield was determined by who had the deeper faith.

And that faith was.

Fwaaaak!

The Silver River was stronger.

The balance that had barely been maintained was collapsing at some point.

The collapsed balance was tilting towards the Silver River.

“You crazy beggar bastards.”

The atrocities committed by the Beggars’ Sect, the past they had suffered.

How much damage had the Blood Cult suffered at the hands of the Beggars’ Sect?

Wasn’t it the Beggars’ Sect that was the reason they could not rise again?

Also, the players who were the core of the Silver River, though they were only a part of it.

“Damn it! Die, you bastards!”

They were more qualified than anyone to hate the Beggars’ Sect.

If one were to list the damages caused by the Beggars’ Sect members who were involved in all sorts of darkness, it would not be enough even if one spent several nights.

It was at that moment.

Kwoong!

A huge pressure that crushed the entire battlefield was felt.

Thud.

The warriors who were wielding their swords and moving their bodies slowly stopped.

It was time for the decision to be made.

Zzzt! Zzzt!

The space above the high sky was distorted.

Crack!

A blue space appeared as if a monster was opening its jaws.

Now, everyone fighting on the battlefield stopped moving.

The battle on the battlefield was already over the moment that door opened.

From now on, it was just time to wait for the result.

Fwaaaak!

From the opened door, a fierce blue light surged out.

“Wow….”

A voice burst out.

“Waaaaaaa-!”

It was from the Beggars’ Sect.

That blue light was the power of the Open Sect Archive and the symbol of Shin-gae.

It was the power of a god that strengthened and protected the Beggars’ Sect members.

However, the Silver River had not yet unleashed anything.

In the following moment.

Ripple.

A faint red light rippled.

Was it not over yet?

No.

It would have already ended the moment the door opened.

And the fact that a faint red light was rippling meant.

Fwaaaaaak!

It was as good as telling who the victor was.

The blue light that had been enveloping the Beggars’ Sect members began to be sucked into the torn space in an instant.

“Uh…. Uh uh uh!”

The Beggars’ Sect members shouted in panic.

They immediately turned their heads and looked at the Silver River warriors standing beside them.

“No way…. No way…!”

And they could realize.

“You beggar bastards.”

The red light rippling on their bodies was not disappearing, but rather rippling even more intensely.

“If you’ve realized….”

Also, that the victor had been decided.

“Kneel.”

The torn space above the sky.

Creak!

With an unpleasant noise, the one who appeared from there.

“Waaaaaaaaaa-!”

The Silver River began to shout at the sight of Lee Ro-woon.

* * *

The war was over.

What Lee Ro-woon, who had torn through the door, threw was the head of the Beggars’ Sect leader, Shin-gae.

Shin-gae, who had closed his life with his eyes wide open as if he could not believe it.

That was the end.

Thud.

Lee Ro-woon took a step forward.

The executives of the Silver River followed behind him.

And on both sides of them.

“…….”

The Beggars’ Sect members, kneeling with their heads bowed, were in place.

The Beggars’ Sect was not a group with a strong sense of loyalty in the first place.

A group dominated by the power, authority, and fear of the Beggars’ Sect.

And the moment Shin-gae, the subject of that, died.

Thud.

The Beggars’ Sect was as good as collapsed.

And that was….

Stood tall.

The successor of the Beggars’ Sect, who should have been more loyal than anyone else in the Beggars’ Sect.

The disciples of Shin-gae were also the same.

Lee Ro-woon stopped and looked down.

There, the captured disciples of the Beggars’ Sect leaders were kneeling.

“That old man is dead….”

They seemed unable to believe their master’s death, but there was no respect for him.

Heh.

Some even showed a smile, expressing their current emotions.

They had seen it in the Open Sect Archive.

-You are my disciples.

What Shin-gae had done to his disciples.

In the Silver River, a master and disciple were another family, and in some ways, an even deeper relationship.

But Shin-gae was.

-It means you are my slaves.

He treated them as slaves, not as his children.

It was better to be an ordinary Beggars’ Sect member.

The sight they had seen in the Open Sect Archive was something that drove people into a corner and made them go crazy.

And it was also the only way to succeed the Beggars’ Sect.

“What are you going to do now?”

Moo-gae, the one with the greatest martial talent among the disciples of the Beggars’ Sect leader.

He was the one who had briefly fought on par with Nidhogg, even though he had the power of the Open Sect Archive.

Also, he was….

“Did you see the master?”

The disciple who had been sent to seclusion in the Beggars’ Sect.

“Shin-ma…?”

Shin-ma, Shin Yeo-wool.

The disciple he had sent to receive teachings from him.

“Tell me about the master.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Moo-gae slowly smiled.

“He was a terrifying being.”

Moo-gae said.

He spoke as a martial artist, not as a captured disciple of the Beggars’ Sect leader.

“It was ridiculous to dare call him a human, he seemed not to be human at all.”

The master was in the realm of the immortals that Shin-gae had so desperately desired.

He was a being standing at the true end, not a place that Shin-gae had barely reached by borrowing the power of the Open Sect Archive.

“He could be said to be martial arts itself.”

Moo-gae said.

“Also, he was….”

Shining eyes.

“He was someone I could sincerely respect.”

“……!”

At his words, Ha Se-min and the disciples of the Beggars’ Sect leader trembled.

He knew Moo-gae well.

A person who treated all humans as insects, and who had no respect or consideration for any human being.

Even Shin-gae.

-Moo-gae is a mad dog.

He valued Moo-gae’s talent, but he treated his existence itself as a troublesome beast.

However, the emotions felt in Moo-gae’s eyes and voice.

“It was an honor for me to have met him.”

Everyone was surprised because they could feel his sincerity.

“Is that so.”

“You are his true successor.”

Moo-gae said.

“So, you even defeated Shin-gae?”

Moo-gae, who had seen both the master and Shin-gae.

“What do you think?”

That was why Lee Ro-woon asked.

“Could Shin-gae have reached the master?”

Moo-gae, who could be said to be a disciple of both.

He answered.

“Bullshit!”

Moo-gae was furious, clicking his tongue.

“Shin-gae dared to covet what he should not have. I even pitied him. There is no more foolish act than chasing after a star that cannot be reached.”

Moo-gae laughed.

“Still, it turned out well.”

“Why?”

“If my end is with his successor, isn’t that valuable in its own way?”

Moo-gae, his evaluation was that he was ignorant and had nothing but martial arts.

Due to his lacking brain, it was said that even with his outstanding martial talent, he was not qualified to become the true successor of the Beggars’ Sect, and it would be impossible for him to even rise to a high position in the Beggars’ Sect.

But this was not true.

“There was a hidden gem in the Beggars’ Sect.”

Although it was a short conversation, he could tell.

How outstanding a talent Moo-gae was.

“Was it just hidden because it was not needed? Or….”

Lee Ro-woon said.

“Or was it just because you didn’t want to become like Shin-gae?”

There was no answer.

However, whatever it was, the result did not change.

“Thanks to you, I heard valuable news.”

Lee Ro-woon said, reaching out his hand.

“In return, I will let you go peacefully.”

Swish!

The sound of something being cut off.

A deep smile spread across Moo-gae’s falling face.

“Hon…or….”

His last words.

It was a thank you for receiving Lee Ro-woon’s hand.

“S, save me!”

The other disciples begged.

“The Beggars’ Sect is too vast and huge!”

They even used honorifics and clasped their hands together.

“It will be difficult to absorb the Beggars’ Sect! I can help!”

“What are you talking about! How can you help! I can do it!”

The Beggars’ Sect, a huge organization.

In reality, their numbers and scale were greater than the entire Silver River.

Their scale, including not only martial artists but also players, was truly beyond imagination.

There was a story that Ha Se-min and Lee San-hoo had told.

-You need to think carefully about the war with the Beggars’ Sect.

There was no doubt that Lee Ro-woon would defeat the Beggars’ Sect leader.

-Their resistance will not be easy.

What they were worried about was the aftermath of Shin-gae’s death.

The collapsing Beggars’ Sect.

The Beggars’ Sect, which had gathered all sorts of thugs, gangsters, and villains.

The moment their core and head collapsed….

-The gates of hell will open.

The freed demons of the Beggars’ Sect would do everything they could to burn the world.

Therefore, if they were to go to war with the Beggars’ Sect and absorb them.

-Preparation is needed.

Preparation was needed for that.

And that was a guided type.

To make them disciples of the Beggars’ Sect leader, raise them as the Beggars’ Sect leader after Shin-gae’s death, and absorb the Beggars’ Sect.

However, the guided type was abandoned.

Lee Ro-woon.

-I don’t need it.

He did not listen to their concerns.

“I killed Moo-gae, the most outstanding among you.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, another disciple of Shin-gae, Gul-gae, shouted.

“So you must save me! Moo-gae is too outstanding, so if you keep him under your command, you will be worried, but….”

Gul-gae’s face was covered in tears and snot.

The fear of death.

It had broken him.

“If you keep someone like me, who is lacking, under your command, you won’t have to worry about anything! I will offer the entire Beggars’ Sect! So please….”

Swish!

Another cutting sound was heard.

What Lee Ro-woon held in his hand was anger.

And this was.

“I don’t need it.”

It was the anger that Lee Ro-woon represented.

“I will not absorb the Beggars’ Sect.”

The Beggars’ Sect.

“Will be erased.”