Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 460

It was truly a spectacle.

Forces whose names alone commanded respect.

They were a mix of figures from the political and business worlds.

And their faces…

“Isn’t that… that person?”

“That’s… !”

It was even more astonishing that they were all leaders, not just low-ranking members of their respective factions.

“It’s Chairman Kim San-tae!”

There was no distinction between players and martial artists.

Their seats were all equal.

There wasn’t even a special seat prepared for anyone.

The chairman of the Player Association was someone even martial artists, who looked down on players, would treat with respect.

Swoosh.

Kim San-tae casually sat down, mingling with the leaders of small and medium-sized sects.

“……”

The commotion wasn’t loud.

Because no one.

Gulp.

Was in a position to easily open their mouths and speak.

“Please! Please let me in!”

Rather, the commotion was happening outside.

Those who couldn’t enter the hall were clamoring to be allowed in.

They were leaders of small sects or guilds whose names were not even known.

“Do you not know who I am!”

There were also famous figures from large factions, whose names and faces were already well-known.

“Did you receive an invitation?”

The face of the martial artist in red martial attire flushed at the question.

“There seems to be a mistake, and the invitation hasn’t arrived. But my face is proof enough.”

The man tried to argue, not wanting to lose his pride.

“If you don’t have an invitation, you cannot enter.”

The martial artist in red martial attire crushed his pride to the ground.

Similar incidents were happening next to him.

“You!”

A martial artist shouted in anger.

“You’re just a player!”

Blocking him was a player wearing the association’s uniform.

There, too, a commotion was erupting between those trying to enter and those blocking them.

“I’m sorry, but if you don’t have an invitation, you cannot enter.”

“You’re courting death…!”

A martial artist with a white beard trembled.

“I am Shim Ki-cheol, the head of the Shimseondang [a martial arts sect].”

He was Shim Ki-cheol, a well-known martial artist of the profound realm [a high level of martial arts mastery].

A martial artist who had made a name for himself when the Iron Sword Clan existed, and who still led a large sect in the Daejeon region.

“Do you not know that you are blocking Shim Ki-cheol’s path?”

“No matter what you say…”

Clang!

At that moment, a sword was drawn from Shim Ki-cheol’s scabbard.

The eyes of the onlookers, who had been watching, widened in surprise.

“……!”

Drawing a sword was like crossing a point of no return.

Especially drawing a sword in this place…

“Kuh!”

Then, Shim Ki-cheol, who was about to draw his sword, widened his eyes and trembled all over.

The sword blade, which had mostly come out of the scabbard.

Flutter.

Remained motionless, unable to show its tip.

The veins on Shim Ki-cheol’s face bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Internal energy battle.

Without anyone touching it, someone was holding Shim Ki-cheol’s sword, a martial artist of the profound realm, and binding him.

“Who…”

Just as Shim Ki-cheol’s voice was about to come out.

“So…”

Other voices echoed through the air first.

“It’s Shaolin-!”

Shaolin.

Monks in Buddhist robes had appeared in front of the hall.

The appearance of Namgoong Cheon, the head of the Namgoong family, was surprising, but not impossible.

The same was true for the head of the Moryong family.

It was known that Eunha had close ties with the Five Great Families, especially with Namgoong Cheon.

But Shaolin was different.

Their appearance not only caused a stir in the quiet room.

“……”

Even the powerful figures of the martial arts world, including Namgoong Cheon, were silent.

“Is the rumor that Shaolin attacked Hwasan because of Eunha true?”

“My goodness. Then Eunha is…”

The room buzzed with the appearance of Shaolin.

And slowly, the monk standing at the very front took off his bamboo hat.

“……!”

Silence fell again in the noisy hall.

No, it was a great pressure.

The face revealed under the bamboo hat.

“Cough!”

It was the face of the abbot of Shaolin, Beopcheon.

“The abbot himself came!”

Shaolin, known for being slow to move, and the abbot’s appearance at that, was enough to quell any commotion.

“It’s a good place, so put away your sword.”

As Beopcheon said this, passing by Shim Ki-cheol.

Thud.

Shim Ki-cheol collapsed on the spot.

The dignity and pride of a martial artist disappeared in an instant at the sight of Beopcheon’s face.

There were those you could challenge, and those you couldn’t.

This was an existence that could never be challenged, nor should be.

“I, I apologize for my rudeness…”

“Apologizing for your rudeness is something you should do to the owner of this place, not to me.”

Beopcheon ignored Shim Ki-cheol and moved forward.

Gulp.

The target was the association’s player who had blocked Shim Ki-cheol earlier.

“I, I greet the abbot of Shaolin.”

The association’s player quickly bowed his head in greeting.

Meanwhile, people from the association, including Kim San-tae, tensed up.

“Thank you for recognizing me.”

“…Yes.”

The association’s player looked at Beopcheon with even more tension.

The energy of Beopcheon and the monks behind him made him feel like he was about to suffocate.

However.

Gulp.

After swallowing once, the player spoke.

“May I see your invitation?”

“……!”

* * *

“……”

The hall had been as quiet as a graveyard since Beopcheon’s appearance.

Moreover, even the sound of breathing was inaudible at the player’s words.

Who would have imagined it?

Demanding an invitation from the abbot of Shaolin.

However, the player slowly spoke, suppressing his trembling.

“If you don’t have an invitation… you cannot enter.”

At this moment.

The player was prepared to die.

But also.

Clench.

He was determined to accept even that death.

‘Shaolin.’

That great name.

No, it was because he remembered the atrocities they had committed in the name of martial artists.

They were the ones who had ignored all order and rules and acted as they pleased.

And Shaolin was at the pinnacle of such martial artists, ruling over them.

“Heh heh.”

The day he would speak so boldly to the abbot of Shaolin.

He had never imagined that day would come.

-Follow the manual.

Today was different.

-All responsibility…

It was because of a single word he had heard from his lips as he passed by at the start of today.

-I’ll take it.

He didn’t think about how far it would go or what would happen because of his actions.

He just vowed to believe and follow what he had said.

Because he was the great man he wanted to follow.

“Unfortunately, Shaolin did not receive an invitation.”

At Beopcheon’s words, it felt like a heavy stone had fallen.

Swoosh.

Some had already slowly reached for their weapons.

“Then, we cannot enter?”

Even though Beopcheon had stepped back.

“I’m sorry, but that’s correct.”

“I see.”

Beopcheon raised the staff in his hand.

They recalled that the moment it was slammed down.

Swoosh.

All this silence would disappear.

However.

Thud.

The staff only made a small ripple as it lightly struck the ground.

“Then, there’s nothing we can do. Let’s meet next time.”

It was the moment Beopcheon turned around.

Shim Ki-cheol, who was in front of him, was trembling even more.

The very last of the last.

The one who arrived later than the uninvited Shaolin.

“We meet again.”

Lee Rowoon was standing there.

Lee Rowoon, and behind him were Black King Ha Se-min, Dang Hwa-young, Lee San-hoo, and…

Twitch.

Even Cheong-gwi, Lee Shin-woo.

The one who had to completely hide his identity as a member of the Liberation Army, the one who was wanted by Eun and could never reveal himself, was standing there proudly.

“I thought I would have to leave without seeing you, but it seems fate has brought us together.”

Beopcheon said to Lee Rowoon.

“I have come here, taking the liberty of intruding, to have a conversation.”

Beopcheon lowered himself and stepped back.

Beopcheon had already stepped back several times today.

However.

Thud.

Lee Rowoon’s stride was confident.

“Do you know it’s rude?”

Lee Rowoon passed by Beopcheon.

“Then get lost.”

With those words, Lee Rowoon passed by Beopcheon without saying anything else.

Those who followed Lee Rowoon also passed by, ignoring Beopcheon’s group.

Swoosh.

Beopcheon put on the bamboo hat he had taken off.

“I gained nothing.”

Beopcheon walked out of the hall.

“No. There is one thing.”

The eyes of Beopcheon, revealed under the bamboo hat, shone with a chilling light.

“I will see you again soon.”

Lee Rowoon would not leave Shaolin alone.

His next move.

His purpose.

It was the moment he confirmed it.

* * *

It might be fitting to call them rookies, but from the commotion caused by the inept to the appearance of the whale that was Beopcheon.

There had been several commotions in the hall.

Thud.

But with the appearance of just one person, all of that was resolved and calmed down.

It was a long path.

A path that was so neatly arranged that it was hard to believe it had been hastily put together.

Everyone sat equally on either side, watching the man.

Thud.

The man walked down the path naturally and languidly, as if he was used to this.

“……”

Lee Rowoon.

It was him.

He walked slowly, dressed in a neat suit.

He took another step and reached for the tie that was wrapped around his neck.

Rip.

The tightly tied tie was roughly torn and scattered on the floor.

The unbuttoned shirt.

It seemed to indicate his position.

Everyone had to watch his every move, and everyone had to be formal in front of him.

Thud.

But he didn’t have to.

Because Lee Rowoon.

Stood tall.

Was the owner of this place.

Lee Rowoon stood on the platform.

Next to him, the executives of Eunha stood in order.

Also, right next to Lee Rowoon was Cheong-gwi, Lee Shin-woo.

“……”

Many people’s eyes twitched at the sight of Lee Shin-woo.

It was because he was wanted by Eun, and at the same time, he had been an enemy of Eun, so many had grudges against him.

But no one acted rashly.

To go against the mood of Lee Rowoon, who had even sent back the abbot of Shaolin, Beopcheon, with just a few words.

Gulp.

It was nothing short of suicide.

How good would it be if it ended with just one’s own death?

Eunha.

‘The Blood Cult.’

It would never end with that.

Power.

It was an invisible force, a restraint.

Also.

Whoosh.

It was also a visible force.

Lee Rowoon stood on the platform without emitting any energy.

It was so well contained that it couldn’t even be felt.

But everyone could tell.

‘Absolute.’

The word absolute was the most fitting for Lee Rowoon.

“Thank you all for coming.”

Finally, Lee Rowoon’s voice began to echo through the hall.

“The reason for preparing this complicated and troublesome gathering is simple.”

It was an unconventional speech and action.

But no one could object to him.

“It’s to declare.”

Lee Rowoon said.

“To accept a new order.”