I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 225

Episode 225: The Ten Greatest Victories in the World (2)

Hyeopseung asked with complete bewilderment at the absurd excuse.

“Why should it be like that?”

“Otherwise, there would be no reason to spare your life.”

“Heh heh…….”

There is nothing to say but laughter. Where is this place? Half of the Amipa's power comes from Daeoam.

The elders do this, and the assistants do three.

It's no exaggeration, it's true.

No matter how much it has sank, the weight of the Ten Days of Heaven does not become lighter.

But he came alone and said he would save me, so I should go and ask for your forgiveness. And in front of the elders and the monks? Even a dog would laugh at that.

“Look here, Lord Ma. We have come down from Mount Ami and have already left the world of martial arts. I don’t know about Sapa or Madou. Minor quarrels between people walking the same path should be resolved among themselves. It’s not something we should get involved in. So Lord Ma, please put down your greed and have a chat before you go back.”

Hyeopseung showed the utmost leniency.

From the beginning, if Ma Cheon-so was a person who walked the path of righteousness, it was just a difference of opinion with the Amipa, so he tried to ignore Baek Ryo's request.

I thought that was the kind of tolerance that a senior in the martial arts world should have.

But.

“You mean, you don’t care if Jegalmun tears the temple to pieces or burns it? Haha.”

Ma Cheon-so expressed his displeasure by letting out a sinister laugh.

And what was even more surprising was Hyeopseung's reaction.

“Amitabha…….”

She closed her eyes tightly without even denying it.

I knew it.

The fact that Zhuge Liang and his men were pressuring Baekryao.

I felt it was excessive, but I ignored it because it was the military of the Murim Alliance.

Ma Cheon-so spoke abruptly in an even colder tone.

“Hyungseung. My path is not for you to decide. Is letting go of greed the way you live? Then keep doing that. If you tell me to live, live. If you tell me to die, die. Just go with the flow. Because that suits you. Haha!”

“Please drink……. You are being too talkative.”

“Oh, sorry. But what should I do? Actually, we haven’t even started yet.”

“Please drink!”

“Since you have done so well, I will ask you one last time. I will keep you in my care for three years. That is the only way to survive.”

“What a nuisance… What a truly annoying child. You should get out now.”

It might just be the stubbornness of a young, stubborn person.

Hyeopseung thought so.

As she cast down the curse, the old monks began to recite their mantras again.

“All those with unkind hearts will come and jump. Listen to the sound of the Dharma that I have taught you.”

“All those with unkind hearts will come and jump. Listen to the sound of the Dharma that I have taught you.”

It's even more intense and grandiose than before.

It felt like that too. If before it felt like I was intoxicated by poison, now it was accompanied by a pain that felt like my soul was being ripped out.

Gulp. Even blood flowed from the corner of Ma Cheon So’s mouth as he drew the line.

The cooperation was met with astonishment.

“Are you saying that you were enduring the Anti-Magic War with only your mind? That is…….”

It's impossible. I definitely wanted to say that. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. Isn't it vividly before my eyes?

Once the suspicion was cast, the next thing to wonder was why.

Why on earth?

As Ma Cheon-so got up, his eyes became even colder.

“I guess this is enough of an example. Now, I will commit a sin.”

Kwaaaaaaah-!

The screams of an invisible demon tore through the temple.

“Amitabha, Amitabha…….”

Whew- Whew- Woof woof-!

The air inside the temple suddenly changed sharply, as if it were in the middle of a battlefield. No, that wasn't enough.

It was a gloomy and sinister atmosphere, like being in a nightmare from which one cannot wake up.

“Ugh!”

“Coolook!”

Thud. The elders who had been shouting for an end to the demons began to collapse, one by one, spitting out blood.

On the surface, it seemed like a chronic illness had broken out, but Hyeopseung could clearly feel the invisible flow of energy.

I am talking about the sight of the elders who had been suppressing Ma Cheon So being swallowed up by darkness one by one.

Brrrrrr. Hyopseung's body trembled without mercy. It was an internal energy that he had never seen or heard of before.

What the heck is this?

It's not a regular one. However, it's too clean to be considered a magic one.

Complete darkness without a single flaw. That was the best definition.

“Who are you…?”

Hyeopseung's tone changed. He was no longer an old monk or a master from the previous generation.

It was just a question I asked purely as a martial artist.

He dragged her back into the world of martial arts.

“If you know, are you confident that you can handle it?”

It's the opposite. Hyeopseung accepted what he had said before.

But she couldn't smile like Ma Cheon So.

“Amitabha…….”

“Hyupseung. The sky disappears when you cover it with your hand? No. Give up greed? No way. You are just mortals who are afraid and waiting for the day to cross the Samdo River. You are evil thugs who hide in temples and chant Buddhist prayers, oppressed by the great tree called Murimmaeng, even though you know that Amisan is being defiled. But you are so lucky. Because I am here. So… Shut up and lock the door.”

Boom! Finally, all the elders fell, leaving only Hyeopseung helpless with trembling pupils.

“What the heck…… How…….”

How many words can someone who is faced with unreality immediately say? If you look for them, there won't be many.

One of the opponents was Cheonhasipjeolin Hyupsung.

He quickly came to his senses and muttered with a stern face.

“The Buddha’s teaching of immeasurable life and the spell of rebirth in the Pure Land.”

As I closed my eyes and recited the mantra of compassion, my internal energy rose like smoke above my small shoulders.

Shh …

Then, he soon took the form of a general holding a long sword.

This is the Jakdu Shingong, the founding martial art of Hyeopseung, which embodies the Buddhist guardian deity, Jakdu Shingong (斫刀神將).

When the giant, who was as tall as a celestial demon, looked down, the sight was truly magnificent.

“Is this the tenth day of the month?”

The corners of Ma Cheon-so's mouth slightly lowered.

No matter how famous the ambassador is, he cannot summon a god.

This was just a visual appearance. In reality, it was a strong energy emanating from the monk sitting with his hands clasped together in prayer.

'It is said in the Ten Chapters of the World that the mysteriousness of internal energy cannot match that of a knight. A kidney made of strong energy… '

Even the most seasoned experts would be so intimidated by the sight that they wouldn't even be able to raise their heads.

There was one for Ma Cheon So too.

A living, breathing demon made of magic that is comparable to, if not even more precise than, the magic of the Hyupseung's sword.

Kwaaaaaaah!

Once again, screams poured out, and at last, the Heavenly Demon spread its wings behind Ma Cheon-so, revealing its majesty.

“Amitabha, Amitabha…….”

Die. The moment I'm caught in that grip, I'm sure to die.

As she ascended the stairs, she was gripped by the terrible fear she had felt in her childhood.

'What on earth is that? I can't see its end. It seems to have come up from a hell deeper than the bottomless pit… Where on earth did this dangerous thing come from… We must stop it here.'

The brightly shining sword and the black blazing devil.

This rare scenery unfolded in the narrow space of Daeoam.

And the beginning was from now.

match!

As Hyeopseung clasped his palms together, the long sword of the swordsman drew a circle and came down like a ray of light.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

Everything from the old monks to the ends of the walls are swept away by the wind pressure.

Neither Yul-Cheon's Gwang-Hwi Shingong nor Dan-Jeong-Hak's Il-Sword were more powerful than this.

However, Ma Cheon-so only looked on indifferently and offered his blessings.

“I admit that it is a subtle martial art that can manifest a kidney. But.”

Hyeopseung wanted to rub his eyes right away.

Kwararararak! The great sword of the Jakdushinjang was blocked in midair without touching a single hair on Ma Cheonso's head.

That too was blocked by the hand of the Heavenly Demon, who was raised as one with the Heavenly Demon.

“How could this happen…. All at once, without any flow of betting….”

It didn't end there.

Kwajik! As Hyeopseung frowned and tried to pull out his long sword, the Heavenly Demon grabbed it and wouldn't let go.

No matter how much I bet, it was the same. There was not even an inch of shaking, let alone movement.

"curious?"

I was curious. It was a question for an unmanned person. In Hyeopseung’s eyes, there was not much difference between his own swordsmanship and Macheonso’s heavenly demon.

But I can't move an inch. How can this be?

Thirst filled her pupils. Then Ma Cheon-so took a step forward this time and stretched out her left arm as if she was going to strike.

“Ugh……!”

A faint groan erupted from the companion. His face was distorted by the internal injuries that were pouring in.

The situation with the little girl was even worse. She was grabbed by the devil's hand and looked like she was going to be cut off.

What was even more surprising was what happened next.

Thud, thud.

The devil was still there, but the devil approached as if he had been separated from the demon.

'Huh, how…?! Just maintaining it requires giving your all. Can you move like that? Is that really possible?!'

It is impossible. It is an area that cannot be understood even at the level of cooperation. Who wouldn't be like that?

This is the Heavenly Demonic Art, the end of magic.

Ma Cheon-so whispered into the ear of the immobile companion.

“I admit we do deal in betting, but we’re unmanned, not stonemasons.”

Kung. Hyeopseung's face became deep in thought.

Then, squeak! The thread that connected the Holy Fire Sword and the Swordsmanship Sword was cut off by the Holy Fire Sword that Ma Cheon So took out from his bosom. It was just a single sword.

“Ugh…….”

The alliance collapsed with a final scream.

He was suddenly hit by his own bet.

Of course, the severed kidney disappeared as if it had evaporated.

But what was most shocking was what Ma Cheon-so said.

'He's a stonemason, not a mason.'

'He's a stonemason, not a mason.'

'He's a stonemason, not a mason.'

His voice, echoing back like an echo, tickled my heart.

Was the Jakdushin Gong just a show?

Ugh. Blood burst out from the corner of my mouth and my mind began to break down.

It is a warning sign of coin possession.

As I was suffering from severe pain, Ma Cheon-so's cruel attacks continued.

“Why would you divide your inner energy into tens of thousands of branches? Just one is enough. Did you think that if you put in some effort, the Tathagata would reward you with some kind of favor? It’s a useless thing.”

“Ami……I’m sorry…….”

Every word from Ma Cheon-so felt like being hit on the head with a blunt weapon.

The bet was divided into tens of thousands of branches and the mastery of the sword was implemented with utmost sincerity. Such sophistication is only possible through cooperation.

One, that was it.

Just because cooperation is possible doesn't mean it's efficient.

“Was it I who fell into……conceit……?”

At that moment, my vision became blurry due to the boiling betting and I was about to collapse.

Thump. A blast of wind shot out from Ma Cheon-so's fingertips and touched her acupoint.

“Ugh…….”

Hyeopseung spat out blood all at once and barely managed to hold on to his sanity.

The seething internal energy seemed to have settled quietly as if blocked.

“Why……?”

Didn't you come to kill me? If Ma Cheon So hadn't blocked the blood vessel, I would have fallen into the possession of the spirit and died.

But why?

As I looked at him blankly, Ma Cheon-so smiled and said, bending his knees.

“It’s not too late to die after rejecting my offer. If you accept, you live.”

“……Are you trying to humiliate me?”

“Just think about life and death. The decision is up to you.”

“Amitabha…….”

Thud. I lowered my head, my hands on the floor. I shivered in deep defeat.

There was no sign of falsehood in Ma Cheon-so's eyes.

Life or death.

Countless afflictions passed through my mind. And what remained at the end of it all was a vague fear.

He was more afraid that Ma Cheon-so would go out on this path and aim his hand at Amisan than that of his own life.

Now, who it is and where it came from is not important.

It was significant that Ma Cheon-so was an absolute being who could look down on the ten heavenly kingdoms.

“Stopping the military… won’t be that easy.”

The fallen mouth of the collaborator opened.

It was a tone that seemed like he had given up on everything. It was an admission of defeat.