I Reincarnated as the Crazed Heir Chapter 291

Episode 291: Yes, your grave

Finally, only the final stage of the main competition remains.

The confrontation between Yalul Tak and Seo Ho-pil was so shocking that the crowd still couldn't get over it.

Then, Jegalmun and his men motioned to the shepherd to proceed quickly.

Then he barely took his eyes off Seo Ho-pil and shouted confidently.

"I will call out the names of the finalists who will come out last!"

The noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and the shepherd continued speaking grandly.

"The third son of the Habuk Peng family. I am the Penggui clan's small group!"

Wow! Cheers erupted again as if nothing had happened.

Then a short man with prominent lips appeared on the stage and raised his hand.

He was a Peng Gui-in known as the Pengga's scoundrel.

Peng Ga is renowned for his magic, but oddly enough, he is holding a spear.

As the doubtful looks passed among the servants, Peng Gaju stroked his beard with a satisfied expression and said.

"Although he is a manly boy, he often causes trouble with the ladies, but this time it will be different."

"Haha, it looks like Master Peng is really confident this time."

"Originally, the first thing that child held when he was born was not a sword, but a spear. Look carefully. How strong is the bloodline of the Peng family."

"Hoo……"

Of course I was confident. For the sake of my worthless child, I invited the great swordsman Cheolchanghaeng (鐵槍行) to teach him to the death.

So, I planned to show those who called my son a loser properly in this competition.

It tells us how great the Pang family is and how a child born with Pang family blood grows up.

"The opponent who will face this is… Miss Yehwa!"

As the reporter's name was called one after another,

Sabak, Sabak. A woman walks across the stage as if walking on ice.

Even though he is covered by a mask, his eyes cannot be hidden, he is a world-class beauty.

'long time no see.'

Her eyes, looking at Ma Cheon-so calmly, said so.

It's a simple ice painting.

'It's been a while.'

Ma Cheon So did not avoid it either. When they locked eyes like that, they were overcome by a strange sensation as if everyone else had disappeared.

'Single story… … .'

Was it because she was my fiancé? Or was it because I had her in my heart for a moment? I felt a slight sense of unease.

Ma Cheon-so suddenly turned his head. Then, in the space where he thought there were two people, another person came into view.

A woman who happens to be looking at herself right now, at this very moment.

'Namgung Yena… … .'

Namgung Yena, the fiancée of Yang Jagak.

Both of his fiancées were gathered here.

A strange current flowed through my body.

'That woman… … .'

Dan Ye-hwa also turned her head to follow Ma Cheon-so’s gaze.

Then, the beautiful eyelashes fluttered at the familiar appearance.

It was definitely the girl I met at the inn.

'That man. I hope you find him.'

A woman with a subtle sadness visible on her refined face.

I thought I would see you at the Murim Alliance, but I didn't know you would be here.

Namgung Yena also turned her head, perhaps conscious of the gaze, and met Dan Yehwa’s eyes. She bowed her head slightly in greeting.

'That guy. I found him.'

Although it was not heard, Dan Ye-hwa spoke to herself.

I've never had any feelings for the party, but for some reason, that woman left a lasting impression on me.

Looking at eyes that resemble one's own.

"Haha, a woman is my opponent. I won't have time to show off my master's spear skills."

I erased my thoughts at the voice I heard right in front of me and focused on the stage.

Phew. I took a deep breath. The wooden sword in my hand felt good. I looked at Ma Cheon So, but my heart started to tremble, and I lowered my head to the floor, thinking that I would only show an ugly appearance.

It seemed like the other person was talking, but I couldn't hear it.

"Okay, then let's start the final fight…!"

Crunch! This happened before the shepherd had even finished speaking.

"Huh!"

From the post-indices to the crowd, everyone was so surprised that their eyes widened. The Sabos were no different.

"That kind of kid…."

"Where on earth is the monk that his sword is so beautiful?"

It was a single sword. The sword was slashed upward from below, and Penguin's spear was split in two.

It was something hard to believe even after seeing it with my own eyes.

Even the sword itself is not a sharp iron sword, but a dull wooden sword.

"Do more?"

As Dan Yehwa spoke in a calm tone, Peng Guin looked down at the severed spear and shut her open mouth tightly.

He immediately frowned and shouted.

"What kind of dance can I do with such a defective spear… Huh!"

As the man moved his body, his vertically cut robe revealed his secret inner self.

"Do more?"

The crowd was so shocked that their eyes almost popped out. Penguin's ugly underwear was not important.

What was significant was that he not only cut the spear with a single sword, but also cut off the robe.

It wasn't even a reachable distance. This was cut by the sword wind.

"It's, it's nonsense. It's nonsense in advance… Hey! No! That won't do!"

Sarak. The last remaining underwear was cut off and dropped to the floor. Eww! Screams erupted at the hideous sight.

Dan Ye-hwa asked back, still indifferent.

"Do more?"

Here more… …? Penguin spilled his groin.

"Poem, I hate it-!"

The monstrous man, Penggwiin, grabbed her lower body and ran away.

"Yes, Miss Yehwa Seung-!"

Waaaaah-! The first round ended with the shepherd's shout.

Ma Cheon-so looked at her openly.

'Danjiho must have been jealous.'

It's because he still lacks accumulated internal energy, but if we look at his enlightenment on the ignorant, he was already at a level that could be considered the best among the later generations.

Considering her age, it would be a truly meaningless comparison.

"There are a lot of unexpected late indices. I can feel once again that the future of the Central Plains is bright."

When I looked to the side, Jegalmun Deng smiled brightly and spoke to me.

"Isn't martial arts a place where you don't know even though you know it?"

"Haha, is that so? Okay, have you set a date?"

The due date. This will be the day when you go to inspect the location where the branch will be established.

"What good would it do to be late? How about setting it in real time, four days after the competition ends?"

"Do so. I'll tell my enemy Danju in advance."

When Ma Cheon-so nodded, Jegalmun-deung got up from his seat and headed outside.

He was followed by a line of followers.

The crowd dispersed, and Baekryo, Umuja, Chun-gae, and Hyeon-yang, who had been guarding Ma Cheon-so, left their places according to his will.

The once bustling square began to become desolate and empty, with people leaving one by one.

Ma Cheon-so started walking aimlessly. He wasn't alone.

Even though they were quite far apart, she was always following behind him.

Short story.

How long did it take to walk like that?

The sun had set, and when they reached a small, quiet hill in the wilderness where no one had set foot, he finally opened his mouth.

"How long are you going to chase after me?"

Tall. Behind her, there was a sound of Dan Ye-hwa's footsteps being cut off.

When did she take off her face mask? Her naturally beautiful face shines even brighter in the sunlight.

"I'm just unlucky."

Sigh. Ma Cheon-so burst into laughter at the unexpected answer.

"Is this a greeting?"

"Still not a fight."

"I don't think you didn't know."

Dan Ye-hwa's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily at how cold his every word was.

It's been five whole years. I've been searching in the Central Plains, a land I've never been to before.

But all they say when they show up is… … .

"I thought… did you?"

Before I knew it, transparent water droplets had formed in my eyes.

Just once. Even if it was a lie. I begged and begged for you to say that I thought of you.

But.

"no."

Clang. A sound passed through my chest. His answer was horrific.

Those eyes that don't even have a trace of emotion left.

A voice without hesitation.

It's so obvious that he's sincere, that attitude that ignores even the slightest hope.

"how……."

Tears fell like rain.

"There is no reason to do it."

"Is that something you should say to your fiancée?"

"If you don't want to, back off. I don't care."

"I searched for it like crazy for five years."

"Did you ask me to find it?"

"If you were at least considerate, you could say something. Say thank you. Say sorry for being late. Is that difficult?"

"What more could you ask for from the Demonic Cult?"

"I'm going to kill you."

"Arthur. Your talents are worth seeing, but it would be impossible even if you trained your whole life."

"Are you a human?"

"He's a cult leader."

"개새끼야!"

Ma Cheon-so's face frowned.

I only heard the words today.

It wasn't that he didn't like Dan Yehwa either. He was happy. He thought it was fortunate that she was safe. There were times when his heart fluttered. Even now, he felt a slight trembling.

But his life is not so leisurely as to tolerate such foolishness from a woman.

"Don't be a spoiled brat. Where do you think this is?"

"Yeah, your grave."

Shhh! Dan Ye-hwa's hand turned into a blade and flew towards Ma Cheon-so's neck. If he had been driven by evil and had only used his will, he would have probably cut off his neck dozens of times.

But the opponent is Ma Cheon So.

Thump. The water was blocked in vain with one finger, and then I snapped my fingertip. Bang!

"Gyaaaah!"

Dan Ye-hwa fell and rolled around for a long time. As she exhaled with anger and barely managed to raise her upper body, a large shadow appeared before her eyes.

"Follow me as you wish. But."

The gaze of Ma Cheon-so looking down was so cold and beautiful that it stabbed deep into her lungs.

"If you're going to bother me… just get out."

At the sight of him moving away, Dan Ye-hwa laid down as if she had lost all strength.

Really…

*

Shanxi Wu Lin Alliance Guest House

"No, that's why. Did you just leave like that? Leaving John Hu behind?"

"uh."

When Dan Ye-hwa returned to her guesthouse, she was surrounded by Yaryul-tak, Hyang-myo, Eul-ha-ryeong, and Dan-ya-rang.

Naturally, the topic of conversation is the meeting with Ma Cheon-so.

"Wow, this is really too much. Hehe."

"Yeah. But why are you laughing?"

"Huh? Me? Hehe. I didn't laugh."

"You're laughing. Right now."

"I said no!"

Wow! Dan Yehwa threw a punch without saying a word. It looks like he’s really angry. As Hyangmyo and Dan Yarang barely managed to stop them, Eul Ha-ryeong sat down cautiously and muttered.

"I can't believe the cult leader said something like that… Did something happen?"

"What's the matter? That's how it was, that guy."

When Dan Ye-hwa spoke bluntly, Hyang-myo also chimed in.

"I heard from your friend that you have regained all your memories?"

"Huh! You got your memory back?"

Yul-tak, who had been lying down, got up out of breath and examined every nook and cranny of Dan-ye-hwa's body.

"What are you doing?"

When Dan Ye-hwa asked with a bewildered look, Yaryul-tak answered with a serious face.

"John, are you okay? Did you get stabbed somewhere? If that man had regained his memories, there's no way he would have left that insolent woman alone. No way… Poisoned… him!"

"Don't stop me. I'm going to kill that kid today."

"Ugh!"

The uproar finally ended when Yaryutak fainted, spewing blood from his nose.

Eulharyeong let out a sigh and asked with worried eyes.

"So, Yehwa… what are you going to do?"

What should I do? Dan Ye-hwa's rising anger subsided as if it had been completely consumed.

I came here with the sole intention of meeting Ma Cheon-so. But now that day has come, I can't think of what to do next.

She, who had been thinking with a hardened face, answered while biting her tender flesh.

"I have to catch it."

"Catch him? Who? Could it be the cult leader?"

"uh."

"I said such harsh words to you?"

"therefore."

"huh?"

Dan Yehwa's focus became blurred, and only his image appeared in her mind.

"I have to pay you back."

"uh……?"

"You will regret this for the rest of your life."

"No matter what……"

“Those eyes that glared at me coldly as if they were going to tear me apart.”

"No, that… is that a parable?"

"I want it."

I want to give it to me.

A deep red hue appeared on Dan Ye-hwa's face.

Her eyes sparkled with a devilish lust, and her red lips licked their tongue.

That's right. She too… …was of the Demonic Cult's bloodline.