Monochrome Sovereign [EN]: Chapter 376

Moyong Gun’s terrifying outburst left Yang Cheon momentarily speechless.

The question of how this man knew about the Evil Yin Sect was secondary. Yang Cheon had never imagined that anyone, except perhaps a powerhouse of the Saintly Heaven [a group of powerful martial artists], would dare to speak to him with such blatant disrespect.

Moyong Gun continued,

“How do I know about the Evil Yin Sect? How do you think I found out? Did I plant spies in the Mukryong Unit [Yang Cheon’s organization]? Did I order my incompetent daughter to steal information from the Mukryong Unit? Absolutely not!”

“……”

“While you were playing boss in this vast Honam region, we were taking down the Three Sects bastards who had seized control of the Hanam government offices!”

“……!”

“At first, I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t think those barbarians from the borderlands had that much power. But they are strong! It was fortunate that we launched a preemptive strike. If we hadn’t, the entire Martial Alliance would have been destroyed from the roots within a few years!”

A dark murderous intent flickered in Moyong Gun’s eyes.

Surprisingly, that murderous intent was directed at Yang Cheon, not the Three Sects. He genuinely harbored a desire to kill Yang Cheon.

“I wondered where those damned bastards had hidden themselves again. So, I investigated. I poured all the power of the Martial Alliance into that investigation. And I found it. I discovered where one of the Three Sects, the Evil Yin Sect, was connected! Who was the fool living in this sacred Central Plains, acting like a boss with the help of those borderland barbarians!”

“……!!”

“It was you. I was impressed by how you managed to deceive the entire White Path martial world and create such a grand organization like the Mukryong Unit. I thought your skills were beyond imagination, but it wasn’t that at all!”

Moyong Gun pointed at Yang Cheon with his finger.

“Are you a lackey of the Three Sects?!”

“……You’d better watch your mouth.”

“If not, how could a renowned powerhouse and a senior figure of the martial world be colluding with barbarians and filling his own belly!”

“Shut your mouth!!”

Fwoosh!

Yang Cheon’s shout was filled with terrifying power. The sound, like a sonic attack, pushed Moyong Gun backward.

However, Moyong Gun was not intimidated at all. On the contrary, his energy surged even more fiercely.

“Why are you getting angry? Do you think you have the right to be angry?!”

“What did you say?”

“The White and Black Paths have clashed for hundreds of years, but we are still people of the Central Plains! Even if our values and cultures are different, we are all people of the Central Plains! Yet, you’ve been relying on foreign powers to build such a force and act so high and mighty? Can you honestly say that you are not in league with the Three Sects!”

Saaah!

The energy emanating from Yang Cheon’s body began to fluctuate slightly.

He was overwhelmed with emotion after hearing Moyong Gun’s harsh words. At the same time, he was more bewildered than ever before.

And that bewilderment stemmed from an emotion he didn’t want to admit: shame. Moyong Gun’s sharp rebuke made Yang Cheon feel a pang of guilt, as if he had been caught doing something wrong.

‘This bastard.’

Whirr!

The fluctuating energy soon formed a dense mass.

He covered his shame and bewilderment with anger. A fierce murderous intent flickered in Yang Cheon’s eyes as he glared at Moyong Gun.

“Listen, your rudeness has gone too far! Even if it means going to war with the White Path martial world, I will start with you and stain the entire Moyong family with blood today!”

“The target you should attack!!”

Moyong Gun did not flinch at Yang Cheon’s spirit.

“The target you should be trying to devour is not me, nor the main family, nor the Martial Alliance! The fist you have trained for decades should be aimed at the distant foreign lands!”

“You!”

“Do you know why I came all the way here to argue with you? Do you know why I came to you and hurled insults instead of going to other powerhouses of the Saintly Heaven and begging for help, when the foreign enemies who are constantly eyeing the Central Plains are growing stronger!”

Moyong Gun spat out the words.

“It’s because I still have some hope for you.”

“What?”

“If I haven’t misjudged you! At least, I thought that the Fighting King Yang Cheon, even if he wouldn’t bow his proud head, would know what was wrong, what his mistakes were, and what he should do now!”

“……!!”

“If I didn’t think so, would I have come here? Yes, I would have come. But I would have tried to kill you. Even if I had to gather other powerhouses of the Saintly Heaven!”

Yang Cheon’s eyes wavered.

Moyong Gun, who had been breathing roughly, quickly regained his composure.

“Vice-Chief Yang.”

“……”

“I’ll ask again. Did you join hands with the Evil Yin Sect? Are you in league with the Three Sects?”

“……”

“Why can’t you answer! Are you the pathetic fool who used the barbarians as a backing, made a contract with me, who knew nothing, and tried to hand over the entire Central Plains, starting with the Martial Alliance, to those bastards!”

Rough, so rough.

Moyong Gun’s language had already crossed the line of rudeness. He was attacking his opponent with provocative words that could easily lead to a sword fight.

Nevertheless, Yang Cheon could not easily open his mouth. The murderous energy that had been burning like fire had already subsided by half.

Because he knew. He knew why Moyong Gun was angry, why he was glaring at him with such hateful eyes.

From the beginning, Yang Cheon had not joined hands with the Evil Yin Sect. He had merely tried to use the power of the Evil Yin Sect to unify the Black Path [a faction of martial artists].

In other words, he had only intended to use their abilities, and he had never intended to become one of them from the start. If that were not the case, he would not have dealt with Black Yang in such a way.

However.

‘……Was I also hesitating?’

When the former head of the intelligence department, Jeong, lost his life at the hands of the enemies, he had lost consciousness and collapsed due to an unknown factor.

When he woke up again, he instinctively knew why he had collapsed.

‘The Evil Yin Sect Leader!’

That’s right.

He had once engaged in a one-on-one battle with the Evil Yin Sect Leader in the foreign lands.

At that time, the Evil Yin Sect Leader was already a complete powerhouse. He was also, but surprisingly, the Evil Yin Sect Leader’s power was a step above his own.

The mark left by the Evil Yin Sect Leader’s palm was still engraved on his chest. And that palm mark was subtly eroding his body.

In other words, the Evil Yin Sect Leader also did not trust him. The Mukryong Unit was merely a bridgehead for advancing into the Central Plains, not a comrade to move forward with into the future.

‘Why did I stay still?’

Yang Cheon thought. Why hadn’t he tried to attack the Evil Yin Sect even after realizing that fact?

‘I’m not that kind of person.’

Fighting King Yang Cheon.

He was a master of combat techniques, said to be the most outstanding in worldly battles among the Thirteen Seats of the Saintly Heaven. [The Thirteen Seats are the most powerful members of the Saintly Heaven]

He didn’t need even a small piece of metal. His two fists were enough for him to navigate the world. He didn’t need any power or weapons.

If attacked, he would respond and crush them. If deceived, he would crush them, and if backstabbed, he would destroy the entire organization of the opponent.

That was the Fighting King. In his travels across the world, he had never been wary of any master or power.

But why now? Why hadn’t he prepared a counterattack even after seeing the Evil Yin Sect Leader’s attempt to make him a puppet?

‘……!’

Yang Cheon’s eyes became bloodshot.

He was able to face a fact he didn’t want to admit, a small truth he was too ashamed to recall.

‘I can’t win……’

That’s right. Yang Cheon had judged that he could not defeat the Evil Yin Sect Leader. He had already admitted defeat deep in his heart.

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason. Unlike before, he now had subordinates to feed. Not just one or two, but tens of thousands of people.

A leader should never act rashly. Yang Cheon knew that fact better than anyone else.

However, it wasn’t just for that reason that he had been sitting heavily on his rear until now.

‘Have I become reluctant to fight, which is my greatest strength?’

The peerless master who was said to be the best in the Central Plains when it came to fighting was now avoiding the fight itself.

It was truly ridiculous. He was now afraid of using his greatest strength, which had brought him his current fame, and was even afraid of it.

Grind.

Yang Cheon gritted his teeth.

The rising shame and strong disappointment in himself made him feel dizzy.

Moyong Gun said coldly,

“The Martial Alliance’s vanguard will pass through Honam and head south.”

“……?!”

“I heard that there is a man called a god in the world of assassins in the Central Plains. I heard that he is participating in the disputes of the southern White Path sects [a faction of martial artists] and is eroding our power.”

“……!!”

“The vanguard of the main alliance will be dispatched to capture him. I don’t know who he is, but I believe that the vanguard’s power will be able to handle him somehow.”

As he spoke, Moyong Gun looked at Yang Cheon’s face. He had heard that the man named Hong Gwan, who reigned as the king of the assassination world, was Yang Cheon’s disciple.

As expected, Yang Cheon’s eyes changed once.

“Do you know him?”

“……”

“I don’t know about others, but I think there is a possibility that he is related to the Three Sects. But the ones who are trying to erode the White Path are not just the Three Sects.”

Moyong Gun’s eyes narrowed.

“Perhaps, is he someone you know?”

In a brief moment, Yang Cheon felt a strong urge to deny that fact.

Yang Cheon looked at Moyong Gun.

The emotion of suspicion cast in his sharp eyes. The eyes of a strategist who was contemplating how the opponent would react and was ready to respond immediately.

Yang Cheon closed his eyes.

“Did you know?”

“What do you mean? Please speak clearly.”

“You already know that he is related to me.”

“……”

“Well, with the information power to find out that I created the Mukryong Unit with the help of the Evil Yin Sect, you would have been able to find out that he has some kind of connection with me.”

Moyong Gun’s lips curled up.

“You admit it. Yes, I heard that he is your disciple. Was his name Hong Gwan?”

“Yelü Jì.”

“……?”

“Hong Gwan is an alias. His real name is Yelü Jì.”

“Yelü Jì……”

“Also, he entered as a disciple of the previous Shadow God, learned all of his assassination skills, killed his master and other disciples, and is now active as the Shadow God of the new era.”

Moyong Gun frowned.

‘Shadow God? Previous? What is this about?’

Yang Cheon, who had been quietly looking at Moyong Gun, turned his body.

“I will send a separate letter to the Martial Alliance when my thoughts are organized. You should go back now.”

“Vice-Chief Yang.”

“The Martial Alliance’s vanguard is passing through Honam? Do as you please. At least this time, I will open the way.”

Moyong Gun said in a gloomy voice,

“You must contact me within three months. If not, I will consider the Mukryong Unit as a traitor who has joined hands with foreign enemies and attack immediately.”

“Do you really have that much power?”

“At least, it’s not something you should be considering.”

Yang Cheon chuckled.

“Consider yourself lucky, Clan Leader Moyong. Depending on what decision I make, I might uproot the Moyong family before the Three Sects.”

“……!”

“Go back.”