Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 45

The Three Kings’ Disciple (46)

045

Whoosh!

The speeding bus was engulfed in flames from the explosion.

Boom!

The bus exploded again, scattering debris.

On the dark road, figures in black martial arts uniforms emerged from the smoke.

Drip, drip.

Crimson blood dripped from their weapons.

“The cleanup is complete.”

Jung Chi-soo bowed his head towards Lee Ro-woon with those brief words.

The traps set up at the choke points to prepare for reinforcements and the Haenam forces.

The time it took for the Eunha Guild to clear them was about the same as the time it took for the bus engulfed in the explosion to completely burst.

“Support will come.”

Since contact was lost here, Haenam, blocking other choke points, would send reinforcements.

“We move before that.”

Lee Ro-woon began to move forward with a languid expression.

Swoosh, swish.

Before they knew it, forty-four martial artists were standing behind Lee Ro-woon, following him.

Despite facing Haenam, one of the Nine Great Sects, not a single one of them had died.

The blood that stained their uniforms was not theirs, but that of their enemies.

“We only used the Eunha Sword and Saber techniques.”

Kang Eun-ha said as she followed.

The events that would unfold from this point on were not actions carried out in the name of the Blood Cult.

They were to be done in the name of Eunha.

The restrictions would not be lifted, and the demonic energy must not be revealed.

The Blood Cult’s martial arts, filled with all sorts of bizarre killing techniques, were not to be used either.

Therefore, Kang Eun-ha had been training the Eunha Guild’s martial artists in the lost secret techniques of the Eunha Sect, which the Blood Cult possessed, from before.

The name Eunha Guild was not simply named after Kang Eun-ha, but was a name created as a complete cover.

“It’s a formation.”

A strange ripple that started from the road.

Jung Chi-soo felt it and spoke to Lee Ro-woon.

“Let’s go.”

Lee Ro-woon threw himself into the formation without a moment’s hesitation.

A distorted world.

It was no longer the highway they had been on.

Swoosh!

A beach with waves crashing.

They were standing on an island.

It was one of the formations that Haenam was proud of.

A formation where, if one could not find the life gate [the weak point of the formation], they would be trapped and waste time.

Its lethality was low, but if they wasted too much time here, they would have to continuously face the Haenam martial artists who would arrive later.

Swoosh.

Lee Ro-woon placed his palm on the ground.

Unfortunately, there were no excellent formation experts in the Blood Cult.

They would have to nurture them in the future, but that was not the case now.

The moment Lee Ro-woon’s wrist pulsed as he touched the ground.

Whoosh!

The sandy beach exploded.

“N-no way… !”

It seemed that a few martial artists had belatedly approached after confirming the activation of the formation.

They were clutching their swords with trembling eyes, as if they couldn’t believe that Haenam’s formation had been so easily broken.

And that moment of carelessness.

Swish!

Turned them into easy prey.

When Jung Chi-soo and a few members of the Blood Sword Squad disappeared and reappeared, only fallen martial artists were visible.

In an instant, Haenam’s formation that had sealed off the East Sea crumbled.

Next.

“It’s a magic circle.”

A shimmering barrier was visible, soaring high into the sky.

“It’s my turn.”

A man who had been standing behind Lee Ro-woon, protected by the other martial artists, stepped forward.

He was also wearing a black martial arts uniform, but he felt a little awkward compared to the others.

“Bondenno.”

It was Bondenno, wearing a human skin mask.

Lee Ro-woon could also dismantle the magic circle, but his method was beyond comprehension.

While the formation was merely broken by finding and destroying the life gate, if Lee Ro-woon were to dismantle the magic circle, traces would remain.

“How long will it take?”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, Bondenno said as he made contact with the magic circle.

“Ten minutes.”

His firm voice, without a tremor, contained information that could only be considered false.

It was a magic circle that Haenam had painstakingly created.

A magic circle created to completely seal off the East Sea.

They said that they would dismantle a magic circle that would take dozens of people several days to create a hole in, in ten minutes.

“That’s a long time.”

“Aren’t you expecting too much? It’s fast enough, even if it’s not as fast as you.”

But that was a mage.

His skills, which had survived in the Silver World, made up for the lack of circles.

It was then.

“Where did you come from?”

A group of people approached, a little frightened, and spoke.

They were wearing well-tailored suits, their faces full of fatigue and an unknown emotion.

The brooches of a sword and shield on their chests.

“Eunha.”

When Lee Ro-woon answered briefly, they seemed to be lost in thought for a moment.

“Are you reinforcements from Docheon?”

“Why? Are you going to stop us?”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, they flinched back and bowed their heads.

“Of course not. It’s just a confirmation procedure.”

“Idiots.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, anger briefly flashed across a few faces, but it was only for a moment.

“Then we will step back.”

They were unable to even properly protest against the blatant insults.

They were the employees of the Korea Player Association.

‘Idiots.’

Lee Ro-woon truly thought so.

The Player Association, a semi-governmental organization created to manage and support players.

But they were just standing by, doing nothing in the war taking place in their own territory, only managing the surroundings.

They were only able to control civilians and prevent them from getting caught up in the conflict.

“Tsk.”

This was reality.

Were only civilians their own people?

The players were also their citizens.

Yet, inside, there were only those who had no choice but to participate in the war, wielding weapons due to the power of the two large guilds, Iron Sword and Haenam.

They could not protect them.

Mutter, mutter.

Noisy sounds and bewilderment echoed from the association’s group.

“You made such a fuss that I finished it in seven minutes.”

A part of the magic circle had begun to peel away.

Lee Ro-woon stepped forward as the barrier opened and said,

“It seems Docheon is cornered.”

He must not die yet.

“I need to help a little.”

The moment Lee Ro-woon’s eyes scattered a deep crimson light.

The martial artists standing with him involuntarily flinched.

***

“Tsk.”

An old man with a blue glowing sword clicked his tongue briefly.

“Insufficient, insufficient.”

He was clicking his tongue as if he was truly disappointed.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been out, but is this all there is?”

A huge man in front of him was panting, using his sword as a cane.

Docheon-hoo.

He was known to be in the middle stage of the Mystic Realm [a high level of martial arts cultivation].

“Did you really think you could stand against Haenam with just that little power?”

Docheon-hoo looked at the old man in front of him with burning eyes.

Gu Hyung-jin, an elder of Haenam.

This man was the real deal.

“I only left you alone because you were useful, did you really think your teeth would reach Haenam?”

Gu Hyung-jin sneered.

“Aaaah!”

“Ugh, ugh!”

“Save me!”

Screams were erupting from all directions.

Docheon-hoo clenched his teeth.

Most of those screams were from Docheon, not Haenam.

Even if most of them were the players he had led, there were Docheon’s martial artists among them.

One-sided.

“Why…”

Docheon-hoo looked at Gu Hyung-jin, as if he couldn’t believe it, and said,

“Why is there such a difference?”

In the past, he was a transcendent being who had surpassed the transcendent in the Silver World.

He had reached the Mystic Realm, called the sky, and had reached the middle stage.

He thought that destroying a country with his own power was no problem.

But Gu Hyung-jin, the elder of Haenam in front of him, was someone he could not reach.

The early stage of the Mystic Realm.

Clearly, the amount of internal energy felt when their swords clashed was like that.

The Haenam’s military force, the Blue Wave Squad, that Gu Hyung-jin had brought was the same.

Their levels were a mix of peak and Transcendent Realm.

“Whyyyyy!”

Yet, they were showing an overwhelming difference.

“It’s because you guys are fake.”

Gu Hyung-jin said, spinning his sword playfully.

“What would pigs who have grown fat from eating the food given by the association know? They think internal energy is the best.”

Swoosh!

Gu Hyung-jin, who had been standing playfully, approached and stabbed Docheon-hoo’s shoulder with his sword.

“Did you think it would just be a power struggle again?”

“… !”

“No. No. If that were the case, I wouldn’t have come out like this.”

Gu Hyung-jin looked down at Docheon-hoo, who was kneeling on one knee, and laughed.

“The Iron Sword Alliance will be erased.”

“That can’t be… !”

“Why.”

Gu Hyung-jin brought his face close to Docheon-hoo’s face.

The two eyes shining brightly in his old, wrinkled face were bizarre.

“Are you relying on Hwasan?”

“… !”

“Tsk.”

Gu Hyung-jin stepped back again.

“Hwasan’s dominance is not pleasing to the eye. Even in this small land, we, Haenam, exist, but they are acting like they are above everyone else.”

Whoosh.

Sword energy gathered on Gu Hyung-jin’s sword.

It was a peak sword energy that had shattered his own, even though it was the same sword energy.

“We have come to teach Hwasan a lesson. Child.”

Docheon-hoo closed his eyes tightly.

‘It’s over.’

Everything was a misjudgment.

As Gu Hyung-jin said, the Iron Sword Alliance could never stand against Haenam.

Swoosh.

The sword blade was rising.

The moment it came down, he would be finished as well.

“Open your eyes. How can a martial artist close their eyes in the face of death?”

The moment Docheon-hoo’s eyes opened at Gu Hyung-jin’s words.

“…?”

Gu Hyung-jin’s sword, which should have come down, was stopped in place.

Beyond the blade, Gu Hyung-jin’s shining eyes.

“Y-you… you…”

Were shaking.

“What kind of monster did you summon-!”

Gu Hyung-jin’s angry voice was filled with internal energy, tearing apart the surroundings.

Gu Hyung-jin was no longer looking at Docheon-hoo.

He was looking somewhere, his eyes shaking, with his sword hanging down.

“What… !”

His figure disappeared as if it was distorted.

Docheon-hoo was left alone.

“What…?”

He was also just talking to himself, not knowing what was going on, just like Gu Hyung-jin had done.

* * *

“It’s a mess.”

A battlefield where martial artists were mixed and fighting.

It was the East Sea Port.

Their appearance of fighting in a marketplace looked no different from a gang fight at first glance.

Clang, clang!

Of course, what was contained in each of their sword strikes was not comparable to those who were merely street thugs.

“Get out of the way!”

Their appearance of fighting desperately to survive was closer to that of thugs than martial artists.

Of course, most of them were players.

What could one expect from those who were just dragged into the fight?

Only the desperation to survive was visible in their eyes.

“Let’s clean up.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, the martial artists standing behind him began to walk.

At the very front, Kang Eun-ha, wielding a large greatsword, stood at the vanguard.

Swoosh.

One by one, their figures disappeared.

Now, only Lee Ro-woon, Jung Chi-soo, Bondenno, and another martial artist remained.

“Jung Chi-soo, protect Bondenno as if he were me.”

“I can fight too, you know?”

“I’m telling you not to fight using the magic circle unnecessarily.”

“Okay.”

Jung Chi-soo and Bondenno disappeared.

Now, only Lee Ro-woon and another martial artist remained.

“You will see it now.”

At Lee Ro-woon’s words, the martial artist nodded.

Kaaaaaang!

With a burst of loud noise, blue haze was spreading in all directions.

The martial artist standing next to Lee Ro-woon was blocking the enemy’s sword with his sharp sword.

Clang!

In the power struggle, the martial artist’s foot pierced through the concrete and was embedded in it.

The enemy who suddenly appeared, an old man, shouted, staring directly at Lee Ro-woon beyond the sword with his shining eyes.

“Who are you!”

A voice distorted with anger and fear.

“Me?”

Lee Ro-woon took another step back and said,

“Eunha Guild, a guild member.”

Kaaang!

The martial artist finally succeeded in deflecting Gu Hyung-jin’s sword.

“Old man, I’m not your opponent.”

The martial artist, with his sword extended long in front of Lee Ro-woon, walked forward.

“Do Mu-sung. That’s the elder of Haenam right now.”

The former First Elder of the Blood Cult.

His martial prowess was second only to Blood Demon Baek Su-hyeok.

That was why Kang Han-cheol had asked him to spare his life.

He was now.

Whoosh.

Holding his sword for Lee Ro-woon.

“Understood.”

A swordsman seeking to wash away his sins was glaring at the elder of Haenam.