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Episode 126
The King shakes hands
Gwangma looked at Murong Bin with a stern expression. Murong Chu, the previous head of the Murong family, had been killed by Geomma, so Murong Bin likely held a deep grudge against the Demonic Clan.
Then I looked at the silver moon.
The young man was glaring at him with a fearless sneer.
The madman, who was displeased with that expression, started a fight.
“Who are you? You have such a lame nickname, Autumn Leaves.”
Hwa Eun-wol replied with a sneer.
"You said I was a fallen leaf, and yet you still ask about my identity. You're a bit of a fool. That's why you go around harassing the weak without thinking. Tsk tsk······."
Hwa Eun-wol wasn't the type of man to be defeated by words. However, even though Hwa Eun-wol was openly swearing like this, Gwang-ma couldn't help it. While he couldn't clearly discern Hwa Eun-wol's martial arts prowess, Gwang-ma didn't see a man he could kill with a single blow.
And the horse in question was pouring the drink with a smile on his face.
The madman frowned and sighed deeply.
'Fuck······.'
How can you handle these three masters at once?
Danwoo Sung raised his glass.
“Now, let’s drink.”
Dan Woo-seong, Hwa Eun-wol, and Murong Bin raised their glasses with bright expressions, like the three brothers Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei pledging their oaths in the Peach Garden. Then, they all looked at Gwangma.
Hwa Eun-wol spoke in a whining tone.
“I don’t think I’ll be drinking for a while. Have a drink.”
Mo Yongbin said in a cold tone.
“You may not be able to drink it for a while, or even forever.”
The madman answered, raising his glass.
"Okay. There's nothing you can't drink. Come on, let's have a drink, you little bastards of Baekdo Island."
The four of them drank with their eyes shining.
They watched each other's movements closely, as someone might launch a surprise attack.
After a moment of heavy silence, Mo Yongbin opened his mouth.
"While we were searching, we found two bodies: a man brutally murdered and a blind man with his abdomen pierced."
Danwoo Sung explained.
"The one who died a miserable death was called Cheonma, and the blind man was called Geomma. I killed them both. The disappearance of the masters was the work of those two."
Among the disappeared masters was Murong Bin's father, Murong Chu. Murong Bin's eyes instantly turned red, and he grabbed the ball toward Duan Wusheng.
“Your Highness, the entire Murong family is indebted to you. Thank you.”
Dan Woo-seong could also fully understand Mo Yong-bin's feelings, so he silently clasped his hands and responded.
Gwangma stared blankly at the young men of Baekdo exchanging greetings. Having killed everyone he met, this was a first for Gwangma, seeing such a sight.
Hwa Eun-wol said, fluttering her fan.
“No matter how I look at it, this man seems to be the one who committed the recent massacre, but it seems like the Archduke is with him for a reason.”
Danwoo-seong nodded.
"Cheonma, Geomma, and Gwangma. These three seem to have studied together. Their masters exist, and they reside in a place called Manmagung. Since Cheonma and Geomma were killed, the location of Manmagung will only be known from this man for the time being."
Mo Yong-bin and Hwa-eun-wol clearly understood the situation. Mo Yong-bin glared at Gwangma and spoke.
“Then I guess I’ll just beat him to death until he confesses.”
The madman chuckled.
“Words are like flowing water in a clear mountain.”
Danwoo Seong said.
“This man is a madman by name, so he is not afraid of death or pain.”
When Danwoo Seong explained his personality accurately, Gwangma nodded with a bitter expression.
“You are right.”
Danwoo-seong said while glaring at Gwangma.
“But I know a way to make him tell you everything he knows.”
Gwangma's eyes widened, and Hwaeunwol and Moyongbin also looked at Danwooseong. Gwangma asked with a puzzled expression.
“What is that?”
Danwoo Seong said.
"If we decide the match here, with everyone watching, it'll be simple. If you beat me, I'll let you go. The encirclement will be lifted. No strings attached. Go wherever you want. But if you lose, you'll have to reveal the details of the Manmagung Palace. If you're afraid of me, you can just kneel here, be bound, and then be dragged away. This proposal excludes any slander or slander."
The madman looked around and said.
“So many people have come, and you’re going to fight alone.”
Hwa Eun-wol asked in a curt tone instead of Dan Woo-seong.
“Are you scared?”
The madman got up, snorting.
"Are you scared?… You little brats are underestimating me. I won't be scared even if all of you attack me. I don't care if one of you attacks or all of you attack me."
After drinking another glass of alcohol, Danwoo Seong spoke to Mo Yongbin and Hwa Eunwol as if giving them a favor.
“If you run away, I’ll kill you.”
The mad horse suddenly got up and walked out, then looked around at the Baekdo troops forming a siege net and smiled.
“Hehehe. What about running away?”
Although his face was smiling, he felt lonely for some reason.
He wasn't entirely sure why. It could be because the crowds were united in their desire for his death. It could also be because he had to fight Kwonma, whom he felt he had a connection with. And since Gwangma was human, the deaths of his fellow disciples, Cheonma and Geomma, also played a role.
The madman spoke with a forced smile on his face.
“Have a good look, you little bastards.”
Baekdo's troops remained silent, as if they couldn't hear the mad horse. Meanwhile, Danwoo-seong stepped forward.
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For some reason, the moment Gwangma saw Danwoosung, he lost his energy.
'Fuck.'
It felt like I'd lost before even fighting. Somehow, I didn't want to fight loudly against Kwon Ma.
The madman said.
“Hey, let’s compete with our internal energy.”
"why?"
“It’s my heart.”
“You’re not suggesting we fight three times, are you?”
There are frequent instances of contests of internal energy, martial arts, and martial arts. This is a rare form of swordsmanship, a form of debate that occurs when neither side wishes to injure the other. Of course, magicians don't compete in this manner.
The madman said, extending his hand in a handshake.
“Once is enough. Just with internal energy and evil power.”
In any case, Gwangma knew best that Kwonma was a man who fought as if possessed. After all, Cheonma, who had been the center of Manmagung's expectations, had died a miserable death right before his eyes.
Hwa Eun-wol and Mo Yong-bin met eyes and nodded.
'If you use a mean trick, we will step in and kill you.'
We exchanged glances that contained this much meaning.
Although the method was strange, I decided to trust Dan Woo-seong for now.
Danwoo Seong approached and grabbed Gwangma's large hand.
As soon as Gwangma grabbed Danwoosung's hand, he smiled.
“What a tiny hand, it looks like it could be crushed.”
Danwoo Seong replied.
“You idiot, isn’t judging the size of the body something that only children do?”
Danwoo-sung observed Gwangma's expression with a calm expression. Contrary to his confident expression, Gwangma's hands were clammy. He seemed nervous.
Gwangma was looking into Danwoo's clear eyes again.
It was an envious look.
There was no fear anywhere, and indomitability was evident.
It was also fascinating how he could have such a look in his eyes at such a young age. It was a gaze perfectly suited to a different meaning than that of the great masters of Manmagung Palace.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that even if Gwangma lost to Kwonma, he wouldn't feel too ashamed.
The madman said.
“Let’s get started.”
The madman's large hand grabbed Danwoo's hand.
Crunch······.
Then, a surge of energy poured from the mad horse's core. A thud followed, followed by a squelch, and the clothes wrapping the mad horse's arms were torn in long strips. Then, the mad horse's body swelled noticeably, and a wave of energy engulfed his entire body.
On the other hand, Danwoo-seong was calm as if he was standing in the center of a storm.
Right before my eyes, the storm surge unleashed by the mad horse surged forward with a roar. Invisible forces collided, and tiny dust particles and pebbles, swept up by the currents of energy, rose into the air or swirled around.
Danwoosung slowly increased his strength to match the power of the mad horse.
I didn't intend to break it in one fell swoop, but rather squeeze it until the mad horse's internal energy was completely exhausted.
From the beginning, I had no idea that my internal energy or strength would be lacking.
The mad horse glared at Danwoo Sung, his hands trembling. He wanted to strike Danwoo Sung's head with his left hand and blow it up, but he didn't.
This time, Gwangma also wanted to compete honestly and uprightly.
Could it be because Baekdo was watching? The atmosphere created that. In a way, it's probably right to say that Gwangma was swept up in Baekdo's atmosphere.
Before they knew it, the veins in Madma's eyes were bursting out as if they were about to burst, and the ground the two were standing on was sinking down.
Even the onlookers slowly stepped back.
While they were competing in internal energy, Danwoo-seong asked.
“Is this the end?”
The madman answered with a distorted expression while using all his might.
“Show me, even if it means dying.”
He wanted to know where Danwoosung's limits lay, where his own limitations lay. At Gwangma's request, Danwoosung gradually increased his power, just as he gradually expanded the limits of his Baekjeonshipdan Gong's ten-stage power.
After a while, the tips of Danwoo's eyebrows rose towards the sky.
Even the madman found the sight truly pleasing. He nodded as if to add more.
Danwoo Seong said.
“Hang in there.”
Was this a word of comfort? Or a thought of concern? Now, with no room to respond, the sound of teeth grinding escaped the madman's mouth.
'It wasn't for nothing that Wi Ji-cheon suffered like that.'
The aura of the Gwangma Gong that had been covering Danwoo's hand began to disperse, pierced by a pure white light, and then the muscles of the mad demon, which had been as hard as steel, began to twitch.
Before I knew it, the brain energy was rushing in like waves, and I was experiencing the feeling of facing a tsunami.
It was painful enough.
Because it was a power that even the madman found amazing.
The mad horse felt as if brain-infested insects were crawling all over him, writhing and squirming. But even in this moment, the mad horse's bravado remained unshaken.
The madman said with a madman-like smile.
“Is this all there is? To look down on the great master of Manmagung Palace like this······.”
As Danwoo Sung smiled and unleashed an explosive burst of energy, the mad horse's upper garment was torn to shreds. Danwoo Sung's eyes then filled with a white aura, and he lifted the mad horse with one hand.
Danwoo Seong spoke in a truly arrogant tone.
“Bark.”
In a brief moment, when Danwoo-seong injected the brain energy that had reached its peak, a scream escaped from the mouth of the mad horse that had been holding back until then.
“Khaaaaaaaah!”
Then, as if it was over, Danwoo-seong threw the mad horse to the ground.
puck!
The madman passed out, foaming at the mouth, and then writhed intermittently on the cold floor. Despite being unconscious, he was convulsing as if he was experiencing an aftershock.
Danwoo Seong spoke to the Emperor's Association.
"This man knows the truth about Manmagung, the culprit behind all these recent events. He'll keep his promise when he wakes up. I'd like the Emperor's Association and the Martial Arts Alliance to work together to prepare for Manmagung. What do you think?"
Hwa Eun-wol nodded.
“We should join forces.”
“According to this guy, the best players on that side are on par with the seniors of the Three Gods, so it’s going to be a tough fight.”
When Danwoo returned to the table, Hwaeunwol filled three glasses with alcohol.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
After the three of them had a drink, Mo Yongbin said.
"I'm sorry we're drinking alone. I'll invite everyone, including the Hwa family. I'll go and treat the family members to a drink, too."
At this time, the warrior of the Murong family approached with a rope to capture the mad horse, and asked the head of the household without thinking.
“Shall I bind you?”
Mo Yong-bin tilted his head and looked at Dan Woo-seong.
Danwoo-seong said while looking at the unconscious mad horse.
"There's no need to tie him up. He's a man with pride. If he causes an accident or runs away, I'll kill him."
After Mo Yong-bin nodded, he gave another order to his men.
"Just leave it. And the body we found over there has a known cause of death, so there's no need to preserve it. Go and collect it, then cremate it. Everyone, return first. We'll take this person when he wakes up."
"All right."
Danwoo Sung was concerned about Manmagung, but he wasn't the type to spend all day worrying. The three of them chatted and drank, leaving the unconscious Gwangma alone.
Dan Woo-seong was unusually talkative. After dealing with Heukdo and trolling with the demons, this kind of normal conversation and drinking was refreshingly welcome. The usually blunt Dan Woo-seong occasionally smiled as he listened to Hwa Eun-wol and Mo Yong-bin's conversation.