Divine Demonic Path Chapter 77 : I'm Ban Myung

Seven Kill Chamber Master, Ga Bulyeom.

He was a person who was notorious for being called the Seven Kill Ghost Claw.

Despite being over eighty years old, he was able to play with the masters of Yifeng Hall as if they were nothing, which was because the mastery of the internal energy he had learned was so great.

At the young age of seven, he caught the eye of his master and learned the Mingtian True Secret, which was of the Taoist lineage.

As a Taoist heart secret, the progress of the Mingtian True Secret was slow.

However, when he was over fifty and his understanding of the Mingtian True Secret entered the stage of ascension, his progress beca rapidly faster, and a great amount of internal energy was accumulated in his lower dantian.

When a coincidental dispute arose and he killed a master of the demonic path called the Black Horse Claw at the end of a desperate struggle, Ga Bulyeom awakened to the ferocity that was crouching inside him.

After that, he wandered the world and committed all sorts of evil deeds until he settled in the land of Guiyang. While enjoying the ga of the seven kills.

"......!"

Ga Bulyeom, who had shot up, stared at Cho Myung with eyes that could not understand at all.

'I... this Ga Bulyeom was sent flying with one punch?'

Was it a dream?

Since his vision was shaking, it might really be a dream...

Then what was this vivid pain?

The two arms that had barely blocked his face were throbbing as if they were broken!

Was it not a dream?

That young brat?

Ga Bulyeom blinked his eyes.

The pain was really vivid.

It seed it was real.

Ga Bulyeom took a deep breath and controlled his boiling internal energy.

Screech! Screech!

He scraped the iron claws of his two hands together.

The sharp friction sound that pierced his ears.

Since the feeling transmitted through his fingers was also clear, it was not a dream.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Ban Myung."

Ga Bulyeom asked and Cho Myung answered.

Ga Bulyeom, who had been sent flying with one punch, must have received a considerable shock. And now he was relieving the shock he had received by asking for his na.

It was a situation that anyone with so experience in the martial world could have easily noticed.

"You shouldn't give him ti!"

Yifeng Hall Master, Yu Bicheon, shouted and shot forward.

Flash!

He raised a sword light and drew a thunderbolt-like sword.

Clang!

Sparks flew wildly.

Swoosh!

Ga Bulyeom's iron claw suddenly scratched Yu Bicheon's chest.

It was what had happened as soon as the sword was blocked.

Flash!

Yu Bicheon, who had spun his body, swung his sword down from above.

A quick battle!

He intended to finish it by taking a risk before Ga Bulyeom could recover any more.

Clang!

The sword was blocked again.

And the iron claw that was stretching out.

This ti, it was the neck.

Yu Bicheon's eyes widened.

Since it was a sword that he had put all his strength into with the intention of seeing the end, he had no strength left, so he could not avoid or block the iron claw.

Bang!

Suddenly, the empty air burst.

Ga Bulyeom was pushed back three steps.

And he glared at Cho Myung, who was standing next to Yu Bicheon.

It was Cho Myung's fist that had interjected at the mont he was about to tear Yu Bicheon's neck.

"You're a rude brat to interfere in an adult's fight!"

"I'm the one who interfered!"

Yu Bicheon shouted back. And he turned his head to Cho Myung.

"It's better not to give the opponent a chance to relieve the shock he has received."

"Yes."

Cho Myung finally understood why Yu Bicheon had shouted that he should not give him ti.

For Cho Myung, who had little experience in the martial world, it was a valuable lesson.

Cho Myung, who had looked back at Ga Bulyeom, imdiately kicked the ground and rushed in.

"You brat! I'll pull out your head!"

Ga Bulyeom also rushed in to face him.

Swoosh!

The iron claw tried to scratch like a thunderbolt.

But Cho Myung's upper body dodged as if it were shaking, and a heavy fist stretched out.

Thwack!

Ga Bulyeom's other hand blocked it.

But the fist was so strong that it pushed in as it was and gave a heavy shock to his chest.

Ga Bulyeom twisted his upper body and fiercely scratched with the iron claws of his two hands.

But he could not even scratch Cho Myung's body, which was moving as if it were shaking.

On the contrary, he only received a series of heavy shocks from Cho Myung's fists that were stretched out from ti to ti.

Bang!

Suddenly, an explosion burst.

It was what had happened when the iron claw was shattered.

"I thought I could use it for another ten years, tsk, tsk!"

Ga Bulyeom clicked his tongue.

It was not the appearance of a person who was in a crisis.

"Hoo-eup!"

Ga Bulyeom took a deep breath.

At that mont, a strong prayer poured out from his whole body.

The robe he was wearing swelled up like a balloon, and the flow of the atmosphere beca violent.

Mingtian True Secret!

He was pulling up all the internal energy he had accumulated for decades.

"It's called the Mingtian Palm!"

Ga Bulyeom's two eyes, who was speaking, revealing his black, rotten teeth, flashed with a ferocious killing light.

At that gaze, the mont Cho Myung frowned, Ga Bulyeom rushed in.

Quickly, raising a gust of wind.

Cho Myung also shot out to face him.

And he stretched out a thunderbolt-like fist.

Towards the palm of Ga Bulyeom, which was stretching out towards him.

But it was before the fist and the palm clashed.

Roar!

A sound like a thunderbolt burst.

And the palm of Ga Bulyeom, who was using the Mingtian Palm, burst.

"......!"

Ga Bulyeom, who was widening his eyes.

The formless energy that had shattered the Mingtian Palm swept in as it was and struck Ga Bulyeom's chest.

"Ugh!"

Ga Bulyeom was sent flying like a split log, broke the chair he had been fond of, and then flew to the wall of the main building and was stuck there.

That was the end.

Ga Bulyeom could not get up, just coughing dryly.

"G-grab him!"

Soone among the masters of Yifeng Hall shouted.

When Ga Bulyeom fell, the Nine Villains of the Seven Kills ran away.

The masters of Yifeng Hall disappeared, chasing after them.

At this ti, Yu Bicheon, who had walked with a swagger, swung his sword and cut Ga Bulyeom's breath.

"Never again! Never set foot in this land again!"

Yu Bicheon, who had been looking down at Ga Bulyeom's corpse for a while, returned to Cho Myung, clasped his hands together, and bowed.

"Thank you. Thanks to the young hero... everything is thanks to the young hero. I was saved thanks to the young hero."

***

Yifeng Hall had won.

They had completely annihilated the Seven Kill Chamber, which had been a long-cherished wish.

But really, really, could this be called a victory?

The damage was great.

Nearly half of the masters of Yifeng Hall had beco lonely souls under Ga Bulyeom's iron claw.

Was that all?

Yifeng Hall had been thoroughly toyed with by Ga Bulyeom.

The period of nearly ten years was not a period of resistance, but just a period of being an object of amusent.

The master of Yifeng Hall, Yu Bicheon, went into seclusion.

He just left the words 'good work' and 'thank you' and did not co out of his residence.

The remaining masters of Yifeng Hall barely managed to stop him from leaving and going into seclusion.

Because no matter what the past was, it was not over yet.

Because there were still many evil groups that had to be swept away for the peace and well-being of Guiyang, and furthermore, Guizhou.

The ronin who had been hired by Yifeng Hall were reorganized.

In fact, there was nothing to reorganize. Half had left, and so could not hold a sword because of their injuries.

Among those who had left was the one-eyed Dongchu.

He had heard about the exploits of Cho Myung, who had co with Eom Tak and the others, and had imdiately packed his things.

He did not forget to say a word to Eom Tak and the others before leaving.

"We'll et again. This world is a really small place, you know."

And so, those who were to leave, left.

The remaining number was about twenty.

The Cho Myung party was also included in that, and they were integrated into a single ronin group.

"Who will we fight now?"

"Well, with our current strength, it seems it will be hard to even survive."

"There's the Guiyang rchant Alliance and Zhiren Baijia, so we can join hands with them, can't we?"

"The Guiyang rchant Alliance might be possible, but Zhiren Baijia will be difficult."

"Why?"

"Because it's a place that's full of pride. Isn't there a saying like that? If there's the Tang family in Sichuan, there's Zhiren Baijia in Guizhou."

"Was it as closed as the Tang family?"

"It's said to be more, not less."

"Huh!"

"According to rumors, the people of Zhiren Baijia learn a strange evil art, so they are reluctant to interact with other sects."

"Evil art?"

"So people say it's because they learn the Star-Absorbing Evil Art."

"Star-Absorbing? You an taking away other people's internal energy?"

"That's right. They say that if weak people like us just touch them, they'll suck us dry."

"Ugh, it gives the creeps."

"It gives you the creeps. So it's better not to get involved with Zhiren Baijia."

"Even if it gives the creeps, it seems better than this."

"What's better?"

"We can't do anything with this force. As that friend said, it's a situation where it's hard to even survive."

"That's the point."

"Did I stay for nothing? I stayed because of the young hero Ban..."

While the ronin were gathered in the barracks and whispering, Cho Myung was sitting outside, basking in the sun.

"Is the fist art your main specialty?"

The old man with the cinnamon skin and crane-like hair, Gwak No, asked, sitting hunched over.

Eom Tak and the others, who were sitting next to him, also showed interest and looked at him.

Although he had heard that Cho Myung had only learned to punch, he had not heard the more detailed story.

But Cho Myung blinked his eyes and looked at Gwak No, and then asked back.

"What's the main specialty?"

"It's the representative martial art among the martial arts you've learned."

"I only learned how to punch."

"Then it's your main specialty. It's rare to find a master famous for his fist art, so may I ask who your master is?"

Cho Myung stared at Gwak No and then asked back again.

"Do you also look down on people, old man?"

"It's not old man, it's Gwak No, call Gwak No. And what's there to be proud of to look down on soone?"

"You look older than my grandfather."

"Would you like it if I called you a brat?"

"No."

"I don't like it either. So call Gwak No."

"Yes."

"......"

"......"

"I asked who your master is."

"Ah, that's right. Do you also... old man."

"Gwak No!"

"Yes. Do you also look down on people, Gwak No?"

"I said I don't because I have nothing to be proud of."

"Even if what I learned is a demonic path art?"

"The term 'demonic path art' was just created by narrow-minded people who can't acknowledge anyone but themselves, so you must have been looked down on for that sowhere, right?"

Gwak No, who was asking with a curious face, as if he felt so kind of story.

Cho Myung looked at such a Gwak No intently.

He did not seem like a person who would carelessly look down on soone and sneer.

"My master is the Fighting Demon. The Fighting Demon, Ban Nahan, he is my master."

"The Fighting Demon?"

It was Ilpyeong who exclaid in surprise.

Eom Tak and Gwak Gyeong also looked at him with an unexpected face.

Gwak No made a surprised face and then soon nodded his head.

"I thought he was different for so reason."

"Different?"

"I haven't seen it myself, but I heard that your master's fist art is very practical. It's said to be the fist art that is closest to the unity of offense and defense."

For Cho Myung, since he had not encountered other fist arts, it was a word he could not understand.

Since he did not know what the unity of offense and defense ant, he was just glad that it was not a disparagent of his master's martial art.

"You must have learned a heart secret, right?"

"A heart secret?"

"Didn't you accumulate internal energy?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"Yes. There's sothing in my body, but I don't know if it's called internal energy."

"I see."

Gwak No laughed.

He had heard that the Fighting Demon had learned an external qi art.

And that he had been broken because of its limitations.

So he must have had his disciple learn so special heart art.

He thought so.

When Gwak No just laughed, it seed the conversation was over.

Ilpyeong quickly opened his mouth.

"Master Fighting Demon is one of the people I respect the most. I was really surprised that you were his disciple. This is no ordinary connection. Right?"

"Yes."

"I thought it wasn't an ordinary fist..."

"It's like a tiger getting wings."

Eom Tak and Gwak Gyeong also said a word each.

What Gwak Gyeong had said was that since the Fighting Demon was at a level to be on par with a master of the extre realm with just his fist art, and since Cho Myung had even learned internal energy, it was inevitable that he would be great, like a tiger getting wings.

Cho Myung also smiled at the two.

The four talked about the anecdotes of the Fighting Demon.

Gwak No just watched from one side.

After about an hour, the surprised atmosphere disappeared, and they ran out of things to say.

"Do we have to keep doing this?"

Cho Myung suddenly asked.

It had been almost two hours of just sitting and talking. For Cho Myung, who was full of energy, it was extrely boring.

"That's right. We have to keep doing this. This is called being on standby for a mission."

It was Ilpyeong who answered.

"Can't we go anywhere?"

"Because we can't if a mission suddenly cos up. Why, are you bored?"

"Yes."

"When you're bored, martial arts training is the best."

Gwak No said as if throwing it out.

"Is that okay?"

Cho Myung's face brightened, and he looked back at Ilpyeong.

"It should be fine as long as you're in a place where we can see you."

"What about that mountain?"

Cho Myung pointed at the back mountain that was like a folding screen for Yifeng Hall.

"Well, it seems okay..."

Ilpyeong said in a tone that lacked confidence and looked back at Eom Tak.

"If it's a position where you can co right away when called, it's okay."

At Eom Tak's answer, Cho Myung shot up.

"Are you really going to train in martial arts?"

"Yes."

"Then... let's go together. I'm bored too."

Ilpyeong said, glancing around.

"Okay."

Cho Myung answered readily.

Eom Tak, Gwak Gyeong, and even Gwak No made a surprised face.

Because most martial artists did not want to show themselves training. Because they could be safe as much as they hid about the martial art they had learned.

"I knew it, let's go!"

"Yes."

Ilpyeong and Cho Myung ran to the back mountain, excited.

(End of Chapter)