The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 433

Episode 433: The men who broke through the chaos.

Saekma, who had been spending his boring days adjusting to the Murim Alliance without any special events, was guided by Jangsan and entered the Yongmugwan where a private secret dance was to be held.

“Prince Meng, this is the place.”

Saekma looked around the interior of the Yongmu Hall, which was larger than expected.

“Can I come in and have a look?”

“Of course. You can take your time looking at it.”

After closing the door to the Yongmu Hall, Jang San slowly moved along with the demon. The demon said while looking around.

“It’s wider than I expected. What is the original purpose of the building? “There are quite a few weapons.”

There were various weapons erected on the left, most of which were training weapons made of wood.

Jang San said.

“It is used by members of the Sword Masters when they train, and is sometimes used during rank tests or private events like this one.”

“Is there a grading review?”

Jang San nodded.

“There are times when promotions are decided based on merit. Even when several people are competing for important positions such as daeju or danju, decisions are made through bimu.”

“I guess it’s mostly decided by skill.”

“If there are no other problems, then that’s the way it is.”

I was strangely concerned about the idea that color blindness was a different matter, so I scratched my forehead with my finger for a moment.

“By the way, are the inductees watching from over there during the banquet?”

“That’s right. But do you also care about where the initiates are located?”

Saekma looked at Jangsan.

“That’s because it could cause harm to bystanders. “My martial arts skills are eccentric.”

“Oh, I see.”

After looking around briefly, Saekma and Jangsan turned around and looked at the entrance at the same time. The door opened and a member of the Murim Alliance and a man in his thirties wearing a blue robe appeared and looked at Saekma and his group.

An associate named Ju Ji-liang spoke to Jang San.

“Jang Mu-in?”

Jang San answered politely.

“Senior Zhou, I was introducing Yongmu Gwan to Prince Meng Yan.”

A man in his thirties looked around the office with his back to me and asked the man.

“Confucius Dream?”

It was not difficult for Saekma to know that the man in his thirties whom he had never seen before was someone who had been invited to the Mighty Battle. He didn’t really have the heart to talk at length, so he spoke briefly.

“exactly.”

The man in his thirties only smiled slightly and did not introduce himself. Then, Ju Ji Liang next to him introduced his man in a calm tone.

“This is senior Kang Mok-cheon, the successor to Shingeuk.”

The demon thought while nodding his head lightly.

‘… … whatever.’

He said after looking at Jangsan.

“We’ve finished looking around, so let’s go. Jang Mu-in.”

Kang Mok-cheon asked while the color demon was heading towards the entrance.

“By any chance, will Confucius Meng also participate in the Mengju battle?”

“exactly. “I’ll see you on rainy day.”

Kang Mok-cheon looked up and down at the lustful horse passing by and smiled slightly. She asked, smiling after the demon stopped in her tracks.

“Why are you smiling like that? Do you know me? “It’s my first time meeting you.”

Kang Mok-cheon grinned.

“Are you the same Mongrang who has built up a reputation in Baekeungji? “I heard that the Mong family is a family that produced some generals.”

The demon nodded.

“I am Baek Eung-ji’s dreamer. You say you have built up a reputation, but you have your own share of scandals because you are good at following women around. I have a reputation for getting into fights often. The Mongolian family you are talking about is a family that produced generals, but in my case, because I had many accidents, I was treated as a child abandoned, so I broke off my relationship early and ran away from home. “Do you have any more questions?”

Even as he talked about his whereabouts, he somehow felt refreshed.

Kang Mok-cheon answered with a hearty smile.

“I see.”

“Okay then.”

As Saekma walked away as if he was not interested, Kang Mok-cheon, who felt ignored, called Saekma to him and stopped him.

“Anyway, I heard that Lord Lim carefully selected the people.”

The demon stopped walking and stared at the entrance to the Yongmugwan before turning his head.

“however.”

“I’m wondering if Baek Eung-ji’s man named Mong-rang is qualified to participate in the martial arts battle.”

Jang San looked at the Saekma, who had a very stern expression on his face.

“hmm.”

I wanted to intervene, but since I was not used to this sort of thing, I thought it was best to just keep my mouth shut.

While Jang San was looking at him, the demon slowly turned around and was already smiling heartily.

“The qualifications are determined by Lord Lim.”

Kang Mok-cheon shook his head.

“No. I mean you, Prince Mong-yeon. The question is whether you think you are qualified. “How could the busy Lord Lim know everything about your private life?”

Saekma laughed in a low tone and looked at Kang Mok-cheon.

“Actually, what does it matter to you whether I deserve it or not? You’re talking as if you’ve already become a leader. It’s not too late to start acting like that after you become the new leader. Did you know that I am Kang Mok-cheon, the successor to Shingeuk? “If you are so great, we will find out on the day of your death whether you have been given the nickname ‘God’.”

Kang Mok-cheon said.

“If you’re curious, why not check now? Anyway, I think competing on a competitive day or competing now is the same. Isn’t it? “It would be easier for both of us to eliminate our competitors in advance.”

The demon replied in a cold tone.

“I don’t want to cause trouble since I was invited. “I’ll see you on rain day.”

Kang Mok-cheon stretched out his hand and pointed to the inside of Yongmugwan and its members.

“Prince Meng, the two members here will be the notaries. “How about the person who loses leaves the Murim Alliance early and does not appear on the day of the fight?”

“… … .”

“It’s like I wasn’t invited in the first place because I wasn’t qualified.”

The devil laughed.

“You really are an interesting speaker. Is it because you use a spear? You have a sharp side. You must have trained quite diligently under the great master, Shinguk.”

It wasn’t much, but Jang San, who was listening along, put his lips inside. Anyone who saw him could tell that he was suppressing laughter, but of course Kang Mok-cheon was also staring at Jang San’s expression.

Kang Mok-cheon said.

“Confucius Dream, it doesn’t really matter if you provoke each other, but I can’t get over the fact that you dishonored Master. “Don’t run away, just stick to this spot.”

Saekma asked Jangsan.

“Jang Mu-in, can you do the notarization?”

Jang San looked at his senior, Ju Ji-ryang.

“Senior, what should we do? I will follow your decision.”

Zhu Liang answered.

“It won’t be difficult. However, since it is not a secret weapon permitted by the leader… … .”

Zhu Liang said while looking around inside.

“Let’s say you two met by chance at Yongmugwan and had a fight. Instead, use the wooden sword and wooden baton provided at Yongmu Gwan.”

Kang Mok-cheon tilted his head.

“Why?”

“That way, it will feel like a friendly meeting. If you do that, Muin Jang and I will notarize it. If someone gets seriously injured by Jingeom here for no reason, Muin Jang and I will both be severely reprimanded. If it’s a wooden sword or wooden baton and you’re not excited about it, I won’t notarize it. “You should compete properly on the day you dance.”

The devil answered.

“It doesn’t matter what.”

Kang Mok-cheon also nodded.

“What’s wrong with that? Let’s do that.”

Kang Mok-cheon went alone to the place where the training equipment was located and chose a wooden baton. I chose the strongest-looking club with my eyes and pulled it out, then looked at the color demon standing still in the center. He asked this because he was wearing a white long sword on his waist.

“Aren’t you going to choose a wooden sword?”

The devil answered in a deliberately cold tone.

“No need.”

After pulling out the white dragon from his waist, he handed it to Jang San.

Kang Mok-cheon, who was spinning the club only with his fingers and wrists, sarcastically said.

“It would be difficult with bare hands. “I’m saying this because I feel a bit sorry.”

“Well, you should be more comfortable speaking openly. Or, use the honorific title clearly. What is that tone? “You’re being subtly mean to me.”

As the two people faced each other in the center, the members who wanted to testify retreated to the observers’ seats to expand the space.

Kang Mok-cheon asked.

“Whoever loses will leave the Murim Alliance immediately.”

After checking the informal language, the black horse answered as if talking to a friend.

“Is that so?”

“Don’t speak informally.”

“I understand.”

The two observers eventually laughed at this childish question and answer.

Jang San said.

“I hope you compete without getting seriously injured. “It’s a friendly meeting.”

Kang Mok-cheon, who was swinging the club lightly as if he were using chopsticks, took a stance.

“Jang Mu-in, how can you not get hurt while fighting? Are you ready?”

Saekma looked at Kang Mo-cheon without taking any posture.

“Preparations were completed before coming to the Murim Alliance, so please come in.”

Kang Mok-cheon looked agitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and let it out as he calmed down. As soon as Kang Mok-cheon calmed down his expression, he narrowed the distance and lashed out with his wooden baton.

The demon took a step back and then quickly twisted his body.

hook! The wooden stick passed by the side of the demon with a loud sound. Saekma couldn’t tell right away what level of Shingeuk’s disciple he was. However, there was one thing that changed before and after Hwasan Nongeom.

Now, the standard of masters that Saekma cares about is Ilmajo Grand Duke. I knew that Kang Mok-cheon was a master, but I had doubts about whether he was a stronger opponent than Ilmajo.

The color horse avoided Gangmokcheon’s wooden staff one after another and then spoke to the onlookers.

“… … Go back further. “It feels a bit cramped.”

It was rare for me to fight like this, and since I was a horse that wasn’t used to fighting in such a small space, the Yongmu Hall felt even more cramped.

At the warning of the demon, the members quickly retreated. Kang Mok-cheon, who was fiercely attacking as if in a chase, sarcastically said.

“Confucius Dream, do you have any tricks?”

The demon tried hard to avoid the wooden stick and gave a short answer.

“doesn’t exist.”

Where is the secret?

There was no secret in the Hwasan argument that Saekma experienced. This is because it is full of experts who find it difficult to win with just one unique or powerful season. It is not just Hwasan nongeom. The ghosts of the Demonic Cult that I met before and the Sado First Indian that I fought in Dongho were mostly masters who did not communicate with each other.

From experience, the color demon knew that a secret move was only possible if one was at least as skilled as the third Sun and Moon.

Of course, he also had his own season called Moonlight Sun, but it was even more unsuitable in such a cramped place because the observers froze together.

There was a season called desire, but I felt like I wasn’t the person to fight so psychologically.

In Saekma’s opinion, Kang Mok-cheon was very fast and strong. Although it was not possible to determine in detail because a wooden stick was used, it could be estimated that the hole was quite deep.

Nevertheless, it was difficult to immediately understand the identity of the sense of discomfort felt by Kang Mok-cheon.

‘what?’

The overall perfection of his fighting abilities was excellent, but compared to that, I didn’t feel like he was a great expert.

Is it because of lack of practice?

Saekma, who was trying hard to avoid Kang Mok-cheon’s wooden stick, heard a sarcastic comment about himself again.

“Confucius Dream, have you been chased out a lot?”

“I know.”

Saekma gently grabbed the wooden baton that was pushed to his waist with his left hand. Then, Kang Mok-cheon, who had narrowed the distance in an instant, put his right foot out as if he was going to break Saekma’s knee, then twisted his wooden bar and pulled it out.

Saekma roughly dodged the grass that spread out from the bottom and then attacked Kang Mok-cheon’s heavy left pole that was coming in with his right pole.

puck!

The two men each took a step back and then faced each other again.

Only then was Saekma able to gauge the opponent’s strength to some extent through Kang Mok-cheon’s tension.

‘You are not a weak person.’

However, the term “completely unmanned” felt somewhat distant.

At this time, Saekma, Kang Mok-cheon, Ju Ji-ryang, and Jang San looked at the entrance of Yongmugwan at the same time.

The door opened with a squeak, and suddenly the Murim lord Lin Xiaobai and the military general Gongsun Yue looked around at the people in the Yongmu Hall.

“… … .”

The four people were astonished as if they had been caught committing a crime, and then became polite.

“See you, Lord.”

Lim So-baek looked at Kang Mok-cheon and Meng Lang in a confrontation and then spoke.

“Are you working?”

Kang Mok-cheon and Saek-ma answered at the same time.

“yes.”

Lim Sobaek nodded.

“Keep going. I’ll watch. Ju Ji-ryang and Jang San, come behind me. You might get hit if you watch.”

As soon as Ju Ji Liang and Jang San received the order, they quickly moved and responded.

“Yes, Lord.”

Let the members arrive next to the leader.

Kang Mok-cheon and Saekma looked at each other again.

Meanwhile, Saekma was able to understand the identity of the sense of discomfort felt by Kang Mok-cheon. I didn’t really know why, but she was a little embarrassed and said what she was thinking.

“Kang unmanned.”

“But why?”

“There is too much pretense in your movements. “I think it will take some time to fix it.”

Kang Mok-cheon opened his eyes wide and his complexion soon turned bright red.

The color demon said.

“It’s like this.”

The Saekma crosses his double arms across his chest, extends his left hand forward, and folds his right arm and places it near his shoulder. To anyone watching, it seemed like an excessive jockeying method that mocked the opponent.

No one laughed, but Lim So-baek laughed openly as soon as he saw the s*xist’s posture.

“Mong Lang, what kind of attitude is that?”

“This is the attitude of a village expert in the outskirts.”

“The opponent is the successor of Shingeuk. “Don’t be too proud.”

“yes.”

Saekma stared at Kang Mok-cheon, who looked extremely angry. I thought it was obvious why there was a lot of superficiality in Kang Mok-cheon’s movements. It was true that this man was Shingeuk’s successor, but it seemed like he had never been in a fight so close that it wouldn’t be surprising if he died right away, risking his life at every moment.

On the other hand, what about yourself?

The four major evildoers have survived through the chaos so far.

The devil thought like this.

Perhaps only leader Lim So-baek will be able to recognize the external appearance that he pointed out as Kang Mok-cheon’s shortcoming.

This is because Maengju Lim is also a man who broke through the chaos before the four major evildoers.

Only after seeing Kang Mok-cheon’s movements did Saekma realize what kind of battle the Four Great Evils had been through so far.

Although we are now separated, we found ourselves laughing again.

‘We managed to survive well.’

A thought occurred to Saekma as he dodged Kang Mok-cheon’s wooden baton here and there.

It is said that an attack like this can be completely avoided even over seven days and nights.

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