"That, that brat, that..."
Yama was stiff and stared only at Cho Myung, and Cho Myung looked around the inn.
"Who is the Lustful Killer?"
There was no answer.
No one answered, and in the silence like a dead mouse, they only glared at Cho Myung.
"It seems he's a coward, not vicious."
The mont Cho Myung muttered, a person kicked his chair and stood up. He was a middle-aged man with a dignified impression and a black beard.
Cho Myung approached that person. And he stretched out his fist.
Thwack!
Although the Lustful Killer opened his gorgeous fan and blocked it by drawing a diagonal line, Cho Myung's fist broke the fan made of iron and exploded on his chest.
The Lustful Killer was sent flying, spewing blood.
"Who is the Five Bodhisattvas?"
Cho Myung asked.
At this ti, the rat-faced old man, who had been moving towards the inn's entrance with small steps, quickly flew his body and disappeared outside.
It seed he was the Five Bodhisattvas.
Cho Myung approached Yama.
"Shall we go out now?"
"Ah, no, this girl... will stay here."
Yama said with an awkward smile.
"You're not going to stick the chopsticks?"
At Cho Myung's question, Yama quickly hid the chopsticks she was holding behind her back.
Cho Myung stared at such a Yama.
Yama avoided his gaze and turned her head.
"If you pick a fight, you have to take responsibility, right?"
"......!"
The mont Yama turned around with a face that said 'what do you an', Cho Myung stretched out his fist.
Thwack!
Yama, who was hit on the head, was sent flying and fell down. Although Yama tried to avoid it, the fist was too fast.
Cho Myung, who had caused such a commotion, returned to his seat and sat down calmly.
"Since I've broken the iron rule of the Black Pond, soone will appear."
Cho Myung sat down and waited.
For those who would co to punish the one who had broken the iron rule of the Black Pond.
As Cho Myung sat down, the custors in the inn left their seats one by one and disappeared outside the inn.
They did not even pay the bill. The owner of the inn who had received the money, as well as the waiter, had long since disappeared.
Soon, only Cho Myung and the fainted Mad Brute, Lustful Killer, and Yama were left in the inn.
How much ti had passed like that?
Creak!
The entrance of the inn opened.
Since it was opened so slowly, the old hinges made a louder noise than usual. Or maybe it was because the inside of the inn was so quiet that it echoed louder.
Cho Myung looked at the entrance.
A person was visible. He was a middle-aged man with a dignified impression. He approached with a swagger and stood in front of Cho Myung.
"Since you've made move all the way here, I'll kill you very painfully."
The middle-aged man grinned.
Although he was smiling with his lips thinly stretched, it felt very cold.
Cho Myung got up from his seat. And he looked at his opponent.
If he did not smile coldly, his face was so pure that he looked more like a righteous person than a demon. He was teaching him very well the reason why he should not be deceived by appearances.
"Let's talk after the fight is over."
Cho Myung clenched his fist and stretched it out strongly.
Thwack!
A heavy blow.
But Cho Myung's eyes widened.
Because the middle-aged man had blocked it by raising his hand as if it were nothing.
"There was a reason why you sent !"
The middle-aged man said, holding up his hand. It seed that the shock was not completely absent.
Cho Myung's fighting style was aggressive, influenced by the Fighting Demon. He rushed in, stretching out his fist.
Thwack! Thwack, thwack, thwack!
The middle-aged man blocked all of Cho Myung's fierce attacks by stretching out his palm. But Cho Myung's speed was getting faster and faster. Moreover, the Hundred Strikes Art aid for all the vital points of the whole body without distinction. Was there another fist strike in the world that was so wave-like?
Thwack!
Finally, Cho Myung's fist exploded on the middle-aged man's side. The middle-aged man's body bent sideways, and he lost his balance. At that mont, a fist like a thunderbolt exploded on the middle-aged man's face.
Thwack!
The middle-aged man fell back, stiff.
Thud!
The floor of the inn echoed loudly.
Cho Myung opened his fist and relaxed the stance of the Hundred Strikes Art.
But it was at this ti.
"Phew!"
With a sound as if he were exhaling air, the middle-aged man, who had been lying on his back, slowly got up. The appearance of his neatly tied hair and pure face was nowhere to be seen. His long, disheveled black hair. The white light flashing between them.
Grin!
A cold killing intent was ford on the corner of his smiling mouth.
Cho Myung clenched his fist again. And he rushed in.
Thwack! Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
It was the sa that the middle-aged man's palm blocked all of the fist strikes of the Hundred Strikes Art. But the sound of the blows was completely different from before. His palm was as hard as if it were made of iron. Moreover, as Cho Myung beca faster, the middle-aged man also beca faster.
The two exchanged fierce attacks at a distance where they could reach if they just stretched out their hands.
Then, at so point, Cho Myung took a step closer.
At the sa ti, Cho Myung's fist shot up like an awl, aiming for the middle-aged man's chin.
Thwack!
The middle-aged man lifted his head and avoided it. At that mont, the fist that had hit the empty air opened wide and grabbed the middle-aged man's lower jaw.
The secret technique of the Hundred Strikes Art, Heaven's Collapse!
The mont Cho Myung moved again, the middle-aged man's body collapsed backward.
Thud!
He slamd the middle-aged man's head on the floor with a strong force.
The middle-aged man once again went limp.
Cho Myung looked down at the middle-aged man.
His two eyes were rolled back white.
"Is it over?"
The mont Cho Myung muttered, the eyes that had been rolled back white returned to their original position and a white flash burst out. When Cho Myung stepped back in alarm, the middle-aged man slowly got up.
"Hehehehehe! To push , the Cold-Blooded God, this far, it's been a long ti!"
The Cold-Blooded God laughed eerily.
"The Cold-Blooded God? Aren't you the Black Pond Grim Reaper?"
"To compare to such a lowly seed, you're a brat who deserves to have his head pulled off!"
The Cold-Blooded God began to create a storm of chilling energy that was so chilling that it was terrifying.
It was at this ti that Cho Myung kicked the ground and rushed in.
The secret technique of the Hundred Strikes Art, the Iron Mountain Ram!
He ramd the Cold-Blooded God with the Iron Mountain Ram that he had trained by blowing up the stone peaks of the Ten Thousand Peaks Forest.
Thwack!
The inn shook as if it would collapse. And Cho Myung was sent flying out, breaking the wall of the inn.
The Cold-Blooded God, who had sent even the Iron Mountain Ram flying, as if to show off that he was not just any forr ten great masters of the Demonic Path.
"Hehehehehe! This is fun! It's really fun!"
The mont the Cold-Blooded God was laughing, Cho Myung, who had been sent flying outside, shot in like a thunderbolt.
Thwack!
The Cold-Blooded God, who struck Cho Myung's shoulder with a hand that was blazing with a white qi.
Cho Myung fell to the floor on the spot. But he bounced up like a spring and aid for the Cold-Blooded God's face with his head.
Grab!
The hand that was blazing with a white qi grabbed Cho Myung's head. And he pressed down with a strong force. At the sa ti, the Cold-Blooded God's knee shot up from below. There was no one who would be normal after being hit squarely in the face.
It was Cho Myung's crisis!
Thwack!
Cho Myung's body flinched. But satisfaction did not appear on the Cold-Blooded God's face. It was because Cho Myung had blocked the Cold-Blooded God's knee with his hand in the middle. Since the Cold-Blooded God's attack was blocked, it was now Cho Myung's turn.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
The Cold-Blooded God's thigh was hit repeatedly.
A short distance.
Cho Myung's two elbows launched a thunderous attack.
The Elbow That Breaks a Wall!
The elbow is harder than the fist. The Cold-Blooded God's face was distorted, and his balance was broken.
Thwack!
"Ugh!"
Even the Cold-Blooded God's upper body collapsed. It was because Cho Myung's elbow had struck the vital point of the males.
Swoosh!
Cho Myung's elbow, which shot up like a thunderbolt towards the Cold-Blooded God's bent face.
Thwack!
The Cold-Blooded God's upper body was flipped back with his lower jaw broken. At that mont, Cho Myung, who had shot up, grabbed the Cold-Blooded God's face and slamd it on the floor.
Thud!
With a loud roar, the Cold-Blooded God went limp.
Is it over?
Cho Myung, who had gotten up, looked down at the Cold-Blooded God, who was lying limp as if he were dead.
The Cold-Blooded God, who was as still as a dead person.
But his mouth opened.
"Phew! Phew!"
He made a sound as if he were letting out air, and his rolled-back eyes returned to their original position. And at the sa ti, a white light of energy enveloped his whole body.
The Ice Soul Cold Blood Qi!
The Ice Soul Cold Blood Qi, which was known to be one of the most bizarre and poisonous evil arts in the world, raised the Cold-Blooded God's body again.
It was at this ti.
A reddish-black light shot up from the top of Cho Myung's head.
A reddish-black light in the shape of a snake!
It was the Immortal Demonic Aura.
The Immortal Demonic Aura in the shape of a snake shot out like a flash of lightning and pierced the Cold-Blooded God's lower dantian.
"......!"
The Cold-Blooded God's two eyes widened, and everything about him stopped.
The Immortal Demonic Aura, which had co out through the Cold-Blooded God's lower dantian, had a lump of white qi in its mouth.
The source of the Ice Soul Cold Blood Qi.
The mont despair appeared in the Cold-Blooded God's widened eyes.
The Immortal Demonic Aura in the shape of a snake swallowed the source of the Ice Soul Cold Blood Qi. The source of the Ice Soul Cold Blood Qi burst into a white light inside the snake's shape and was absorbed by the Immortal Demonic Aura. The Immortal Demonic Aura, as if satisfied, swam around in the darkness and then disappeared, digging into the top of Cho Myung's head.
Thud!
The Cold-Blooded God fell back, stiff.
He could not get up again.
***
Yama slowly opened her eyes.
The inside of the inn was a ss.
Yama, who was looking around, saw Cho Myung.
"That brat...!"
The mont Yama muttered, Cho Myung turned his face and stared at her.
It was a white and clean face. She had picked a fight because she did not like that clean-looking face. Without knowing how strong he was.
"You're awake?"
He spoke in a calm tone. His tone was not much different from before. That was why it was even more chilling.
Yama slowly got up. She looked at Cho Myung's face to see what she should do now.
"Go. If you stay here, you'll end up like that."
Saying that, when he turned his gaze, she naturally followed his gaze.
A corpse was visible. With a gaping hole in its lower abdon.
Since it was a world where murder and death were rampant, a corpse was nothing new. But the place was the problem.
This was the Black Pond.
That brat had broken the iron rule of the Black Pond. Because he had attacked the Mad Brute and the Lustful Killer. And he had killed one person. He had completely broken the iron rule.
"Can I really go?"
Yama asked.
"Go. The Mad Brute and the Lustful Killer also went."
Yama walked towards the inn's entrance.
Slowly.
Without ever letting her guard down.
It was when Yama had walked to the inn's entrance.
"Auntie."
"What?"
Yama, who had stopped at Cho Myung's call.
"Don't use your chopsticks carelessly. That's not good, is it?"
"Yes."
Yama stepped out of the inn. From behind, she heard Cho Myung's muttering.
"I'm also... I killed a person and yet I said such a thing."
Yama, who had heard the muttering, stopped and looked back. She saw Cho Myung, who was sitting blankly, turning his head.
When their eyes t, Yama blurted out whatever ca to mind.
"I'm not an auntie. It's just that my face is like this..."
"Should I call you sister?"
Of course, he should. She was only twenty-five.
But the words did not co out. Yama turned her head and disappeared outside the inn.
When even Yama had disappeared like that, only Cho Myung and the corpse of the Cold-Blooded God were left in the inn.
***
A night with a thick darkness.
The darkness was the world of the dead. It was especially so in the land of the demons.
If a living person were to travel at night carelessly, that path could lead straight to hell.
In the desolate darkness where even the air was heavy.
A dark shadow that was darker than the darkness moved. It was a person wrapped in a long, dark robe that seed to touch the ground.
The Black Pond Grim Reaper!
He was walking in the darkness to punish the one who had broken the iron rule of the Black Pond after decades.
His steps towards the inn were unhindered.
When the Black Pond Grim Reaper stepped into the inn's entrance, he saw a brat sitting calmly inside the inn.
"Oh-ho! You were really waiting!"
"Are you alone?"
"That brat will co later. It's that brat's job to clean up the dead you."
"We'll have to wait and see who gets cleaned up."
"You have a strong heart."
The Black Pond Grim Reaper walked straight into the inn.
Although he saw Cho Myung getting up from his seat, he continued to walk without any caution.
But he had to stop before he had gone far.
"Huh? Who is this?"
A corpse was visible.
With a gaping hole in its lower abdon in an unsightly manner.
"He said he was the Cold-Blooded God."
"The Cold-Blooded God...!"
The surprised and flustered Black Pond Grim Reaper.
The Cold-Blooded God was a master of the previous generation and was a skilled person who was among the ten great masters in the Demonic Path. No matter how much of a Black Pond Grim Reaper he was, he was not at a level to be compared.
"That can't be...!"
While the Black Pond Grim Reaper was surprised and flustered, Cho Myung rushed in, cutting through the darkness. The startled Black Pond Grim Reaper stretched out both hands at the sa ti. Two daggers with even their blades painted black stabbed Cho Myung's two sides.
Thwack, thwack!
'I got him...!'
The daggers had definitely stabbed his sides. But the feeling was different. It was not the feeling of breaking bones and digging deep. The mont he realized that, Cho Myung's left hand shot out, grabbed his neck, and pulled him strongly.
The startled Black Pond Grim Reaper swung both hands again and attacked Cho Myung's lower abdon and neck at the sa ti. At that mont, Cho Myung's right hand was swung like a thunderbolt, and his elbow struck the Black Pond Grim Reaper's face.
Thwack!
With a dull sound, the Black Pond Grim Reaper's face was smashed.
Cho Myung left the limp Black Pond Grim Reaper and returned to his chair and sat down.
"I need to et a higher-up."
Cho Myung muttered in the darkness.
(End of Chapter)
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