The Return Of The Crazy Demon sky MTL - chapter 25
Ch 25
so exist
Hyeon-Ryeon-Hong introduced me to the man who was alone at the campfire.
“”Lord Zhang, I have brought Rouge Izaha.””
It has been called footnotes, but it is unusual to call them Jangju here. Just by looking at what the subordinates call this, it was clear that he was a man with great ambition.
Of course, he is also the one who is misunderstood because of his ambition.
Geumbong Pillar Bansa-woong, wearing a robe made of animal skin, put down the bow he was grooming and said.
“”Is it you? The guy who hammocked three girdles? You look younger and less cheap than expected. Come closer.””
I was curious about Ban Sang-woong’s usual personality, so I responded briefly so that my personality would not be revealed.
“”Yes, I do.””
I moved slowly, looking around the hut for a while.
It seems that a lot of people died here, so the overall atmosphere was heavy and dull. It’s like souls who have not ascended to heaven are watching us in the dark.
Ban Sang-woong looked like a wild boar he had caught. It felt like a boar was catching a boar with a bow, so I raised the corners of my mouth for a moment.
The wild boar, no, the bantam opened its stinky mouth.
“”Close the door.””
As soon as he finished speaking, the iron door slammed shut with a thud.
I took a nearby chair and set it down in front of the bonfire. As I sat down on the other side of him naturally, Bansam Woong said.
“”Who said to sit down? Are you crazy?””
I replied while looking intently at Ban Sang-woong’s face.
“”Yes.””
Ban-woong ordered the subordinate.
“”Oh, yes. you’re crazy Crazy dogs are the answer to crazy people. Bring him to the hungry.””
A man came with a large dog.
The black, brave-looking dog was surprisingly gentle, and waited quietly with its buttocks on the ground.
The man who brought the dog hit the dog’s head with a knife and made him look at me.
Banjoong said to me.
“It is your posture to sit like that dog.”
“”Oh yeah?””
I watched the hungry dog, the man who tamed the hungry dog, and the semi-hero who treated the trainer like a dog in turn. Even from a short distance away, people who wondered how I would come out were glancing at me.
When I couldn’t get up from the chair at the end, Banjoong ordered.
“”bite.””
The trainer chanted the suit.
“”bite!””
Creung… With a loud sound, a large black dog ran with a fierce force. When the Black Goo (黑狗) came very close, I snapped my finger and struck it precisely in the nose.
The bounced dog was pushed back as if it was sweeping the floor, then writheed from a distance. It must have been very painful because it was a tanji-gong with the power of woodworking.
Silence fell as the people in the mountain hut looked at the struggling Black Goo.
I said to Ban-woong, who had simply dealt with the black dog.
“”How do you come out so I can save you? Let’s calm down and think about it.”
I said with both hands outstretched like dogs.
“I’ll have to pant like this to save my life.”
“”Or should I give all the money I hid in that manor to save my life? Or will you spare me if I swear that I will be my gossip while staying in the Black Myobang? I don’t know if any of these answers are correct. You’re a parasite-like bastard of a black sword like an asshole.”
In the midst of rants, people who were handling meat, people carrying food, and people who were just waiting gathered as if they were trying to form a siege square.
Ban-woong ssiik smiled and waved his hand.
“”He’s a funny crazy guy. We need to talk more, so each of you do your own thing.”
The subordinates spoke in a subdued tone.
“”Yes.””
I laughed long in a low voice.
I think fate is a very ironic thing.
The person who was destined to die as a mischievous person was destined to die brutally anyway.
I was just wondering if there was anything to be gained after killing this guy.
money? Or subordinates like dogs? Or how many hounds?
Ban-woong asked me, lost in thought.
“”You look young, how old are you?”
“”You probably didn’t call me to ask my age. younger than you Can’t you just look at it?”
Banjoong smiled as he clapped his knees.
“”Ha ha ha ha ha.””
Then I got up from my chair.
“”I’m looking at the contemplation, and you’re the one who stole money from behind and got caught by the Black Cat Ark and tore your limbs to death. This is what the greedy wild boar looks like. However, if you give the bokchae a little thick, it can save you. What do you think?””
Banjoong got up with a chuckle and shook his head.
“”I want to save you, but it’s going to be difficult now.”
I looked around once and then said.
“Are you going to die alone? Or will you drive the subordinates to death? Still, if you’re the leader of a group, you should think about subordinates. Before looking back… … .””
Banjoong replied.
“”I’m not that kind… … .””
Before Ban-woong finished speaking, he slammed his left foot into his chest. Ban-woong didn’t even have time to draw his sword, so he crossed his arms and blocked my feet.
With a popping sound, Ban Sang-woong’s body drew a parabola and pushed back.
He was a pretty strong friend.
Bansa-woong spit out swear words as he pulled out the sword from his waist.
I grabbed a burning oak fire at the end of the bonfire.
There was no reason to pull out the sword from his waist right now.
When the flame of the salt system was injected into the oak firewood, the flame burned even more intensely.
Whoops!
Ban-woong’s eyes widened at once.
With my mouth shut, I swung an oak tree engulfed in flames and blended in with Bansang Woong.
Third-class black swords are not those who compete with the fame of Basic Form.
The lower the level, the cruder the projection. Whether it was Heukmyobang or Geumbonggakju, I had no choice but to be at a lower level than the swordsmen of the prestigious and famous families I had dealt with.
The pros and cons of black and white are as follows.
Baekdo is famous for its Basic Form, but experience is often biased towards non-experience, so it is a common saying that there is often a lack of practical experience.
Because they are closed.
In addition, there are many cases of competition within the clan, so unless you are a famous master, you are immature in how to deal with various situations. There are cases where the good swordsmanship cannot be put into practice, which is a chronic disease of the young late indexes of Baekdo.
On the other hand, the black sword learned Mugong, which was inferior to that of the prestigious faction. However, due to the trait of the black sword, he has a lot of practical experience.
Because they risk their lives to survive.
Even if you use ordinary swordsmanship, you get stronger with the experience you get in battle, and if you get a decent Mugong in the future, your skills will increase explosively by adding experience.
Mage, white sword, and black sword are different in the way they live and the Mugong they get.
In the end, they meet at the apex of Martial Arts.
I was a man who tried to reach that ultimate goal, and the one I am dealing with now is not like that.
My conclusion is that it is a third-class level, neither this nor that.
When Ban-woong blocked my attacks a dozen times by relying on his actual experience.
I launched a surprise attack with the chair, then struck the oak tree in my right hand diagonally down. Busy in defense, Ban-woong had no choice but to raise his sword with an honest defense and block the oak.
At that moment, I removed the power I had infused into the oak, and made the sword pierce the oak.
Whoops!
You must be surprised to find that the sword suddenly pierced the oak tree that had been deflecting the sword. At that moment, he pulled out the sword from his waist and drew it in the direction of the sword.
Anticipating Ban-woong’s narrow escape, I moved forward.
It didn’t matter if he avoided the foot sword.
Sword Qi erupted from my sword that stretched out as if caught in a bowstring and then bounced off.
It was a Sword Qi with a thin curve that seemed to bring a crescent moon in the sky.
Sword Qi poured on Ban Sang-woong’s face, who was barely avoiding the sword in succession with his head tilted back.
“”Ugh!””
The moment the knife marks were engraved on Ban Sang-woong’s face, my follow-up attacks continued one after another. Ban-woong would never have imagined that one Jeom Soi would pour out Sword Qi.
That was the patch.
When the face of Ban-woong, unable to control his body, is reflected, I swing my sword left and right to cut the body of Ban-woong.
Each time the sword was swung once, a long stream of blood spurted out. Even though he suffered serious injuries, Ban Sang-woong persisted.
Is he really like a wild boar?
Even in the midst of this, I heard the sound of the man who was training the dog attacking me from behind, and I rotated my body and swung my sword horizontally.
Puak!
The trainer’s head, who had been running at a fairly high speed, flew into the air.
I turned around and jumped into the seriously injured Ban-woong and kicked his torso with my foot.
With a sound, one of his shoulders fell with the sound, and Bansa-woong sat down.
I continued to step on Ban-woong’s body with an advancing angle.
He stepped on his head, his torso, and his lower body, shoved into the ground.
At the same time, the ground where Ban-woong started to be buried also descended in a circular shape. As I watched the faces of the crowds, I hit the ground with a spear that was filled with air.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Anti-heroes no longer need a grave.
It was necessary to imprint on the memory of these subordinates how the boss who tried to touch Il Yang-hyeon’s Jeomsoy died.
So he deliberately brutally killed him.
The reasons are many.
In the first place, this guy was a guy who made money from usury, debt, and contract work, and he wasn’t loyal to the Black Cat Ark.
There are people who betray where they belong, and this is the case.
It was brutally killed, and no one attacked me right away.
I covered the pit by scraping the soil with my feet a few times, staring at the subordinates of the pale-faced anti-hero.
They all looked at me, holding their breath.
These guys are the scoundrels who are usually afraid of the Golden Pillar. Ban-woong died without even trying to resist properly, so his fear was doubled.
I asked the subordinates.
“”Who will die following Bansawoong?””
someone told me this
“How are you going to handle the ark later?”
“”Black Cat Ark?””
“”Yes.””
I said while looking at the man who spoke to me.
“”Why do you care about that? It looks like you’re all going to die now. You bastards who are third-rate black sword flies. Life and death are split in an instant. All kneel before counting to three. Don’t send those with stiff knees to Bansam. One, two, three.””
The one who was frightened got down on his knees first.
After observing the situation further, the men who were about to decide whether to advance or retreat quickly knelt down. There was a slight time difference, but in the end, all subordinates of Bansangwoong quietly fell to their knees.
I like this atmosphere.
This silence is the reason I used to beat crazy monkeys in my previous life.
This atmosphere is the reason why I practiced Mugong despite the QiGong Deviation.
This is also the reason why I did zazen while not eating and holding back poop.
I think the whole process of suffering exists for a moment like this.
So maybe I exist.
or not