Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 94 The beginning of the Pasun Festival (波旬祭) was spectacular (3)

“How are you prepared?”

“It’s going well.”

“What preparations have you made?”

“Well… faith in myself?”

“….”

“Actually, there is nothing else to prepare. You said he was the eldest son of the Demon Sword Family, right? “Even if we try to find out information about him, it’s only superficial, and we don’t even know the exact level of his martial arts skills.”

“What on earth are you doing this for?”

“I know? “Why did you ask someone like me to do this?”

“I’m thinking about regretting it now too.”

“Do a lot.”

“Please don’t joke around and speak seriously. “Are you really not prepared?”

“doesn’t exist. “Except for mental armor.”

“….”

“And it’s difficult to call it preparation, but there is one more thing.”

“What is that?”

“Um…”

“Why are you doing that? “Is this by any chance illegal?”

“It’s not something that’s particularly illegal…”

“What is it? “If it’s something we can handle, we’ll do our best to smooth it out somehow.”

“Oh, do you want to? Then tell me?”

“Sure.”

“Whisper whisper.”

“…?”

“Mutter mumble.”

“…!!”

“Well, I was roughly anticipating this trend.”

“….”

“What’s wrong with your expression? “Do you think that’s a bad idea?”

“…Three Confucius.”

“why?”

“Are you really crazy? Do you want to be taken to the parish before we catch the real culprit?”

“This guy is suddenly saying harsh things.”

“No. Even if you are not taken to the parish, you are still dead. Do you think the higher-ups will just leave it alone?”

“Why are you being so sensitive, thinking this is such a big deal?”

“You have no choice but to be sensitive! How could you, a demon of our school, come up with such a ridiculous idea?!”

“What… I guess I put a lot of effort into catching the real culprit.”

“It’s absolutely impossible. “If you do something like that, I will run to you first and handcuff your wrists.”

“Why are you handcuffed when there is no crime? “You know that abuse of power is also a serious crime, right?”

“Why isn’t that a sin? How can it not be a sin?!”

“It wasn’t in the law? This isn’t illegal. “It can’t be illegal in the first place.”

“…?”

“If in doubt, just look for it.”

“Three Dukes! “What the Three Dukes are doing now is far outside the bounds of the law!”

“It’s not like someone is dying, it’s not like you’re going to shut up and beat them up, and at the very least, it’s not like you’re dancing around naked in front of everyone, right?

uh? But can you get arrested for something like that?”

“…Just try whatever you want. “Because we will no longer stop people who want to commit suicide.”

“Are you cursing when even wishing for success isn’t enough? Anyway, there is no surer way to catch the real culprit. is not it?”

“….”

“Look.”

“Do you know why I came to the Three Dukes and asked for help?”

“Well, I’m going to keep it this way.”

“…Good. “Do whatever the Three Dukes want.”

“If you ever need help, I’ll ask for it, so don’t forget to keep an eye on the situation.”

“….”

“What is the answer?”

“Please catch the real culprit properly.”

* * *

Paaaaang!

Intense energy emanated from the outstretched fist.

Intangible true energy spreads out in concentric circles. However, when it went beyond a certain distance, the pain disappeared like a lie.

Ma Dong-pil’s face was filled with pure joy.

‘done!’

Compared to before, the ship’s power has become more powerful, and the level of magic has also increased by two levels. It is no exaggeration to say that Daesung is right in front of us.

Now his martial arts skills were at a level that even surpassed this leader’s skill.

Except for Daehobeop, he deserved to be praised because he achieved skills that surpassed those of a second-ranking member of the Protectorate.

The first and second groups of the defense court, the special guard unit, were composed of skilled personnel on a different level from the three groups and lower.

In particular, each and every member of the group was an expert who was not much different from Ma Dong-pil.

The same goes for this group. And the gap in martial arts skills between team members was similar to the gap in martial skills between team members.

It was hard for anyone to believe that he had already reached a high enough level and was able to jump up two stairs in one go and achieve a level of skill that surpassed even his spirit.

There is no other reason.

However, compared to the level he reached, he lacked experience and training.

The power could not be controlled due to the excessively strong demon energy. I was able to gain control of that power to some extent through several days of training and sweat.

‘It’s just like this. Although it was successful, we must not let down our guard. Even if you unfold it instinctively, you have to polish it every moment so that it can be inserted exactly as intended.’

But now my body was too heavy. I’ve been practicing non-stop from morning to night, so now is the time to really rest.

Ma Dong-pil relaxed his posture.

“Whoop!” hmm?”

He looked at a corner of the training ground.

There, Xu Liang was practicing left meditation with his eyes closed.

Seoryang looked very beautiful with her entire body emitting a subtle red glow.

There was concern in Ma Dong-pil’s eyes.

‘You’ve been doing that for half a day already. ‘Are you okay?’

Well, who is worrying about whom? It’s like a wildcat worrying about a tiger.

After roughly shaking off the sweat, he sat cross-legged in the middle of the training hall. The plan is to restore strength and relieve all the fatigue of the day with a breakfast.

That was when he was trying to master Jinki.

Hwiiing.

‘huh?’

Ma Dong-pil’s eyebrows twitched.

‘wind?’

Winters in the South are not that cold. Even though this was a mountain, down below it was as warm as late spring in other regions.

Of course, it was not unusual for the wind to blow. However, what made Ma Dong-pil nervous was the energy carried by the wind.

‘What kind of wind is this?’

It’s not a particularly great prayer. But for some reason, it bothered me.

In the end, curiosity won out over luck. Ma Dong-pil slowly opened his eyes.

Moment.

“omg!”

Ma Dong-pil, who was startled, jumped up without realizing it.

“Lord Confucius?”

Wooooow.

With his eyes closed, Seoryang was still emitting a soft red glow.

It looked the same as before.

Except for the strange shape that appeared behind Seo-ryang’s back and the strange energy it gave off.

Haaaa.

Seoyang opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

At the same time, a red monster the size of a house hovering above his head opened its muzzle wide.

‘…!’

A fantastic monster so huge.

Ma Dong-pil had seen that monster before. I don’t remember exactly whether it was in the bamboo forest or during the civil war, but I saw it only once.

It’s as if the demon itself is a living creature that moves on its own.

As if it were a monster with a spiritual nature that lives on its body in order to lead its owner to the abyss.

Even back then, Seoryang had created a similar monster.

But it was so different from back then. A monster that was twice as vivid and ten times larger than before seemed to announce its presence throughout heaven and earth.

flinch! flinch!

Ma Dong-pil took a step back without realizing it.

The weak energy mixed with the wind was the energy flowing from that monster. However, it wasn’t that big of a deal, so ordinary warriors could just ignore it.

But when you face that monster, it’s a different story.

‘Unbelievable!’

Ma Dong-pil stands at the end of the climax.

It was such an overwhelming sight that even Ma Dong-pil retreated in fear.

I couldn’t even imagine how incredibly powerful that monster would be when it unleashed its true power.

In the meantime, I was worried.

‘Can Confucius deal with such nonsense?’

Even Ma Dong-pil, who believed in Seo-ryang’s abilities more than anyone else, had some doubts.

‘That’s not just a monster.’

This is a real devil brought from hell.

Ma Dong-pil, who was scared, gritted his teeth and held on.

Wooooow.

The faint glow of five colors flowed from the window of Seo-ryang’s room and flowed into Seo-ryang’s eyebrows.

Slurp.

Then, like a lie, the image of a monster or a devil disappeared. All of that enormous power was absorbed into Seoryang’s body.

“Whoa.”

Seo-ryang exhaled again.

Let’s go!

Fragments of familiar lightning rose around his body.

Although it was smaller than before and less noisy, each piece had a terrifying and intimidating feeling.

It seemed as if the stone would shatter and scatter into powder if I even brushed against it.

hook!

Soon the lightning and red glow disappeared.

Flash!

When Seoryang opened his eyes, the light in his eyes was more brilliant than ever. The smooth red pupils, without any blemishes, were filled with magical energy that made you feel like you were being sucked into them.

“Is it already night?”

Seo-ryang stood up and took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his arms. It was a part of Lee Cheon-sang’s heart’s thoughts that supplemented the Amyeongjinmagong.

Xu Liang’s eyes wavered.

‘That gentleman is truly…’

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes were as sharp as a dagger.

Without even knowing the true nature of magic, he was able to see through the gaps in martial arts with only the magic energy he unleashed and his magic power.

Not only was that amazing, but he even created a variety of techniques to complement his martial arts skills.

And thanks to that, Seoryang was able to ‘perfect’ his magic skills.

It wasn’t about combining them into one and calling it complete. It was literally completed with nothing to add or subtract.

Just like the secrets of the Old Daemun Sect, who have been cut and whittled down over a long period of time and have achieved world-class fame.

Rustling.

He unfolded the paper.

At the end of the paper with over 200 characters written on it, there were four characters written: Guyujijang (九幽至章).

Chewy profit.

Seo-ryang tore the paper to pieces.

Grumbling.

The paper, torn into pieces, burned with blue flames and turned to ashes.

Astonishment appeared on Ma Dong-pil’s face.

“…Evolution of the Upper Demon (True Fire)?!”

In the martial arts of the Sangma Evolution faction, it was a state called Samadhi Evolution (Three Stars True Fire).

It wasn’t about learning the fireworks and lighting a flame.

It was a flame of inner power that could only be revealed when one reached the state of aging and pure purity, where true energy was processed to the extreme through pure enlightenment.

That means only one thing.

“No way, Confucius has already….”

“No, it’s not the extreme realm of the devil. “We’re almost there, though.”

Xu Liang smiled bitterly.

“It’s just that my demonic energy that was processed long ago is only now seeing the light.”

The ultimate level is a level equal to that of the world’s top ten masters. The old great mazons of Protestantism were absolute people who had reached that level.

Seoliang is also an expert who had already reached the same level in his previous life. However, it’s just that the Amyeongjinmagong was not a martial art that was perfect enough to completely dissolve his enlightenment.

Perhaps, if he continues to work hard like he does now, one day he will be able to reach the ultimate level through magic.

Even Seoliang could not know the time. It could be tomorrow, or it could be a year from now.

‘It won’t be more than a year, though.’

He looked up at the sky.

The night sky was covered in darkness like a curtain, filled with countless stars.

“I forgot about it all this time. “The sadness of the nameless one.”

No one in Gangho knew his real name.

Even the leader of Uicheon did not know his name. He was only called a number, a righteous murderer, and even a king of murder.

There were only assassins who dreamed of freedom, and there was no human Cheon Ha-jin.

“Even in the martial arts, each person has their own name.”

Kuuk.

The clenched fist contained pulsating magical energy.

The magic energy seems to have become a little darker than before, and has reached an even more complete red glow.

‘Why did you come up with a name like that because it was a combination of dark spirit and true magic? ‘It’s a good thing.’

Seoyang, who was looking up at the twinkling stars, soon looked at the moon.

Under the pouring moonlight, a sad smile floated in the wind.

“If you are a great martial artist who opens up the gates of hell in fantasy, you should have the dignity to match.”

Xu Liang lowered his head.

Ma Dong-pil swallowed his saliva at the majestic appearance with red eyes.

‘Guyumagong (Nine-幽魔功). From now on, this martial art will be called Guyumagong.’

There was a big difference in whether or not one knew what one had and its true name.

Seoliang, the Three Dukes of the Heavenly Demon God Religion.

The absolute magic artist who would leave a mark in the history of Shinto religion was quietly stretching out under the moonlight, starlight, and the guard of the Great Master.

Another day has passed.

“Dongpil.”

“Yes, Confucius.”

“Tell Aenghwa to prepare some clothes.”

Xu Liang grinned.

“Let’s go see the real culprit’s face.”

The first day of Pasun Festival has begun.