The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 316

Episode 316. I became a flatterer.

The white-robed scholar turned his head with Emperor Wu of the West in front of him and looked at me.

“Moonju.”

“Say it.”

I was wondering what kind of nonsense this guy was talking about before the match, but something unexpected came out of Baek Yi-seo-saeng’s mouth.

“This time, I made a martial arts skill.”

“however?”

“You look at it and give it a name that suits it.”

Does this arrogant guy have no naming skills?

Since it was important to start a fight, I accepted right away.

“I get it.”

I was also curious about what this guy was thinking. He seemed to be a mixture of arrogance and exhibitionism, and he also seemed to be out of his mind in front of the crowd.

Is this the essence of an artist?

In any case, it is certain that it is crazy to show such arrogance in front of such a strong enemy as Emperor Wu.

Emperor Wenwu also spoke in an absurd tone.

“Are you saying you’re going to test your new martial arts technique against me?”

The white-robed scholar said while looking at the Western Emperor Wu.

“Is there anything that won’t work?”

“This is a really great unknown soldier. “Then can I take a look now?”

“That’s right. step… … .”

The white-robed student covered half of his face with a fan and spoke as if declaring war.

“Do your best.”

Perhaps it was a proper provocation, but Emperor Wu Wen’s expression suddenly changed from bewilderment to anger. Next was Yeui and Nabal, and the dance began as the two rushed at the same time.

Emperor Wu waved his hand, and the white-robed scholar swung the fan he was holding.

The surrounding air changed in an instant, as if a compressed gust of wind collided and spread everywhere.

It was not a hot day, but the air waves warmed the air.

The man, who had the courage to tell the Emperor to do his best, moved quickly while swinging the fan, and the Emperor, who seemed a bit excited, moved as if focusing on offense rather than defense.

In a scene that came together quite well, it was clear that the white-robed monk was particularly excellent in light attack, and Emperor Wu of the West was moving firmly while mainly using the long technique.

Because the two people were fast, the white fan was more visible.

That holding fan took away the tension of Emperor Wu of the West, changed the direction of his hand, and sometimes folded it to pierce Emperor Wu’s body.

Before we knew it, fans were being used like brushes, shields, judges’ pens, and swords.

Suddenly, the white-robed scholar moved freely as if using the entire wide non-stage, and Emperor Wu of the West continued to follow the white-robed scholar persistently.

I never thought there would be elegance in chasing and being chased.

As the white-robed scholar continued to evade Emperor Wu’s attacks even though he was close enough to catch him, those watching also instantly became quiet.

This is because I knew that the martial arts skills of an unknown soldier were truly outstanding.

Is it just me?

Gradually, this raindrop looked like a moving picture.

In any case, since I am a spectator, I cannot grasp each of the quickly passing tricks and deeper meanings.

Because only the results of what was intended are visible.

Maybe that’s why the white-robed scholar suddenly looked like a painter wielding a fan like a brush, and the Western Emperor Muje looked like a person chasing a white butterfly in a painting to catch it.

Both were fast, but the art of painting was still lacking.

The reason why the fan looks like a brush is because sometimes the spirit of the white-robed student flows out from the tip of the fan.

Gray butterflies, white butterflies, and dark gray butterflies fluttered about.

In addition, since Baekwi Seosaeng consistently uses the movements of the Jeun Sect as a step method… … .

Even though he was being unilaterally chased by Emperor Wu, he was creating a real scene where he didn’t look weak.

‘They’re both amazing.’

Suddenly, I looked around to see if there was anyone else here besides me who could appreciate the white-robed monk’s dance as if it were a painting, but it seemed unlikely.

So does this mean that I am the only one who would give a name to martial arts?

I couldn’t tell whether the white-robed student was fighting or making art. This is because, even when I was fighting the Demon Cult, he set up a desk and drew pictures of the horrors of the Sun and Moon Light Spring.

Drawing is a hobby, and fan dancing is also a hobby.

Infiltrating the Murim League and observing it is entertainment.

The madness of testing the newly created martial arts against the Emperor.

Everything was dissolved in martial arts, so he was definitely not an ordinary human.

If you think about it that way, it’s not that strange for a white-robed student to ask me to give him a military name. This is because in Gangho, I am the only one who understands to some extent the mental world of this bizarre white-robed scholar.

‘Otherwise, he was not a demon prince.’

In fact, the standard of power symbolized by the nickname Emperor in the martial arts world is somewhat set. As Guima said, they are lower than God or Saint, but they are masters who have reached a level that other martial artists cannot easily approach.

Is that why?

This confrontation was once again a confrontation between Emperor Wu and Emperor of Evil.

It has no choice but to be fierce.

Of course, since he has been revealed to the world like this, it is highly likely that the nickname of evil emperor from his previous life will not be given to the white-robed student. Baekui Seosaeng did not show any evil towards Emperor Wu of the West, but he was proving his worth as an emperor in the Murim Alliance.

Only then, while appreciating the fan dance unfolding on the blank page of the non-stage, did I realize belatedly that this was a martial art derived from the Jeun sect.

I always thought that the white-robed student’s movements were irregular, and that was because of the Emperor Unzong.

It feels like Seonmu (扇舞) has been added to Jeunjong.

Jeunjong is originally an upward martial art that freely deals with the weight of the body in order to move quickly and cheerfully. However, Baekwi Seosaeng was using the techniques of Jeunjong even as a holding fan.

Is this something like making your body lighter and changing direction with a fan?

No matter how genius the emperor of Western Wen is, it is difficult to predict this.

So, with just one swing of the fan held in his right hand, the white-robed scholar instantly moved a short distance and made a jjajang, anticipating the attack of Emperor Wu of the West and dodging with the wind of the fan.

Meanwhile, the white-clothed student’s left hand also burst out intermittently. Emperor Wen Wu instinctively nodded, and his hair was cut into clumps and fluttering in the air.

The murmur of people grew louder and then slowly subsided.

However, Seomunmuje was not a man who could be easily defeated, so Seomunmuje, who was able to see through and respond to the martial arts he had never seen before, looked amazing.

I’m sure it’s not just me.

Have the powerful people ever seen such a splendid dance in their lives?

To put it bluntly, there will not be.

The reason why people can’t help but focus is because there is an underlying expectation that that white butterfly will eventually be caught by Emperor Wu of the West.

This may be the perspective of most spectators… … .

I was different again.

I know the dark side of the white-clothed student, and when I actually competed with him, I was attacked by surprise, but I was pushed back.

At that time, the Baekui Seosaeng’s body was colored white, gray, and dark gray. Right now, he’s going crazy as he dances with his fan while asking me to name him, but if the martial arts attack gets stronger, the martial arts he originally learned will suddenly pop out.

If that happens, who will win?

I couldn’t predict whether I would win or lose, but I could know one thing.

‘The battle of tension concludes.’

Now Emperor Wu of the West was running towards the white-clothed scholar’s trap along the winding maze dug by the fan dance.

Anger dominates the emotions of those chasing the arrogant butterfly.

If an angry person rushes through a maze, he or she is bound to hit an unexpected wall.

If even this is a planned psychological warfare, then the White Coat Student is better at psychological warfare.

When I had a hard time getting out of the maze… … .

At the entrance, a white-robed student will give you a surprise gift with three techniques.

If you think about it that way… … .

This is the trick of a white-robed scholar, a fan dance that captivates butterflies, and a big picture painted using a fan as a brush.

Without shame, ask me the name of my new martial arts skill.

He showed off his newly learned fan dance in front of the Emperor of the West.

When the enraged Emperor Wu of Xuwen struck a blow.

If you have even prepared a counterattack that can crush that blow… … .

That guy is a genius obsessed with art.

By the way, is the power of Seomunmuje that I am seeing now actually the power when he reaches the end? Somehow, that power seems to have already been confined once in the frame of Bimu, and once again in the picture of Baek-ui Seo-saeng.

Even if he tried to break out of the frame, he wouldn’t be able to use his lethal force.

This is because it is a white peach dance.

Emperor Wu of the West also seemed to sense something strange, as his entire body was engulfed in an air current and he began to give variables to escape from the picture. It looked like they were trying to escape from the maze.

The white-robed student also ran away even faster.

In fact, he was fast enough to cross half of the non-stage with just one step. The color demon also let out an exclamation as if he was impressed by the white-robed scholar’s skill.

“That’s really fast.”

I looked for a comrade who had witnessed what I was seeing, but I couldn’t find one easily. However, I was able to see Im So-baek’s expression as he watched with serious eyes.

At this time, Emperor Seomunmu, who was chasing Baek Yiseo-saeng, opened his mouth.

“How long… … .”

Speaking in this situation? It was a split-second choice, but as soon as Emperor Wu Wen opened his mouth, his thunderous energy was wrapped around his right arm as if he was preparing a counterattack.

It’s a joke!

It was different from the Ten Dankong of Baekjeon, but as soon as the blue light crossed the five fingers, the white-clothed student suddenly appeared as if charging into the Emperor Yun Sect and competed with tension by clashing his palms in a fair and square manner.

Kwaaaaaaaaaa!

I expected it to be no ordinary tension, but as soon as the tension was exchanged, the two staggered back like people who had torn a painting apart.

“uh?”

In my opinion… … .

Emperor Wu of the West would have held one of the feasts.

The treacherous white-robed student must have tried his best to end the game.

Emperor Wu of West Wen looked at his hands and then looked at the white-robed scholar.

“… … .”

There was so much silence that it was difficult to decide who won. However, the two men did not attack again, as if there had been some kind of emotional exchange.

It seemed like it was already time for recovery.

For a moment, Emperor Wen Wu’s face turned white and then slowly turned red. It seemed as if two types of tension were penetrating into the body and resisting through internal energy.

The white-robed student grinned while standing unharmed.

“Untitled, are you okay? “It withstands the mixing and shredding field quite well.”

Emperor Wen of the West asked the white-clothed student with an unperturbed expression.

“It’s a unique martial arts skill. The tension came in overlapping with time lag. Are you sure you were waiting for me now?”

The white-clad scholar nodded.

“How many breaths did I just give you? Please answer.”

Emperor Wu of Xiwen let out a long sigh and answered in a bitter tone.

“twice… … .”

So, while the white-robed scholar waited, Emperor Wu of Western Wen took two deep breaths and seemed to have healed his internal injuries.

It was a very strange point because it was a white peach dance.

If the white-clothed scholar had rushed in without waiting for those two breaths, the offensive would have been reversed and Emperor Wu of the West could have vomited blood. The basis for this may lie in the tension and depth of internal energy just exchanged.

So whether to admit defeat or not depended on the attitude of Emperor Wu of Xiuwen.

Suddenly, the white-robed scholar who was waiting for Emperor Wenwu’s answer asked me.

“Munju, did you think of the martial artist’s name?”

I never thought such a difficult moment would come.

The white-robed student was looking at me with such a serious expression that I couldn’t avoid answering.

“It’s so difficult… … .”

The white-robed student forced an answer.

“Still, let’s talk about it.”

“I don’t remember the name, but I have an appreciation for Bimu.”

“Something?”

After organizing what I wanted to say, I recited Bimu’s sentiments.

A painter wearing a white robe danced while holding a fan.

The fan wielded with blood became a brush.

Even though he showed off his outstanding skills, not a single drop of blood was on his white clothes.

If you stay in hiding, you become a white-coated painter.

When revealed to the world, he will be known as the White-clad Military Emperor.

Even the butterflies in the painting looked like they were alive and dancing.

Even if Emperor Wu of the West Gate hurries after him.

Emperor Wu, wearing a white robe, is also outstanding.

When I cast nonsense once, the white-robed scholar looked at me blankly.

“… … .”

I couldn’t understand what he was thinking or his expression. However, as the crowd became quiet, the student in white said these words to me with a serious look on his face.

“… …Thank you.”

Was it comforting?

I received a thank you message out of the blue. Regardless of whether I won or lost, I took full advantage of Emperor Wu of the West and the student of white attire who finished the match brilliantly.

“It was nothing… … .”

I once again drove a wedge into the white-clothed student who was also an important figure in the powerhouse.

“I don’t know whether he will become a painter who paints pictures with blood, or whether he will become an artist who does not have a drop of blood on his white coat, but now the entire Gangho is aware of the excellence of Master White Coat.”

After making eye contact with the white student, I spoke with sincerity.

“Congratulations.”

I may have thought this was the end, but I did not forget Emperor Wu of the West, who did not lose the dignity of a Baekdo master. I also showed courtesy to Emperor Wu of Xiwen.

“Senior Seomun, I learned a lesson from you, how calmly you dealt with an unrivaled martial arts challenge in the world.”

As I lived, I became a flatterer.

‘ha… … .’

Even though I wonder what I’m doing trying to comfort the grown cubs… … .

When I finally saw Emperor Wu of Xuemen stroking his beard with a happy expression, I also felt very complicated. Anyway, since I am known as a cocky and crazy guy in the gang, very few people have ever praised me.

By the way, was the praise from the guy who was so rude really that good?

After finishing the dance, the expression of Emperor Wu of Xiwen also became brighter.

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