Divine Demonic Path Chapter 92 : The Revenge of a Gentleman

Peng Wuji's two eyes were blazing.

It was killing intent.

The basis of the Saber of Shedding Blood was a killing intent that had reached the peak of anger.

Thwack!

A step that pulled the ground.

It shortened the distance of three feet in an instant.

Swoosh!

The mont the opponent entered the range of the Saber of Shedding Blood, the blade, which was burning with the energy of red flas with killing intent, tore through the space.

Fast, sharp, and explosive.

A simple saber technique composed of a single strike swept over the opponent in an instant.

The simpler and more monotonous a saber technique is, the more powerful it is.

Because it concentrates power that much.

The Saber of Shedding Blood was like that.

Peng Wuji's killing intent and internal energy were poured out at once.

A fist made of flesh and bone that stretched out in a straight line would be split like a dry pine branch.

Thud!

"......!"

Peng Wuji, who widened his eyes at the sudden roar and the shock transmitted through the saber.

Why did this happen when he was supposed to split a fist made of flesh and bone?

In his pupils, which were filled with questions and had expanded to their limit, that sa fist ca rushing in again.

Thwack!

Peng Wuji, who was sent flying, was thrown into a deep darkness. And he could not get up again. No matter how high his realm was, he could not wake up again.

Peng Wuji, the legitimate son of the Hebei Peng Family and the leader of the fourth squad of the Divine Martial Stage, was defeated by an unknown teenage ronin.

His tyrannical attack was shattered by the opponent's one punch, and he was knocked out by the following punch that hit him squarely in the face.

Mu Yanchou and the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage could not believe what they were seeing.

Although they blinked their eyes several tis, the sight of Peng Wuji, who had been sent flying, was still there.

"...He lost."

"The leader lost."

The mbers of the Divine Martial Stage fell into a sense of futility as if they had been defeated themselves.

After a fight is over, it is the winner's job to clean up the situation.

The loser has no choice but to silently wait for the winner's disposal.

But Cho Myung just looked for the upper garnt he had taken off and put it on, and he had no intention of doing anything to the losers.

But there was another winner here.

"Master Yu."

Mu Yanchou ca to his senses and called Yu Bicheon.

And he showed that sa arrogant attitude again.

"As expected, Yifeng Hall had sothing to rely on. That must be why you pushed us away so much. I understand the intentions of Yifeng Hall well."

"What nonsense is that!"

Yu Bicheon raised his voice.

Mu Yanchou pretended not to hear and looked back at the Divine Martial Stage.

"What are you all doing! Don't you see your leader!"

At Mu Yanchou's roar, the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage, who seed to have lost their minds, ran to Peng Wuji, who was lying on the ground.

Mu Yanchou, who had turned his back as if he would not talk to Yu Bicheon anymore, imdiately moved his steps and left Yifeng Hall as soon as the mbers of the Divine Martial Stage had recovered the limp Peng Wuji.

The Zhao Family Master and the Qingfeng Sect Master hurriedly followed him. Their faces were still flustered.

When they had flocked like a tide, caused trouble, and then returned like an ebb tide, Yu Bicheon and the people of Yifeng Hall could not hide their bewildernt.

"I'm going to the mountain for a bit."

Cho Myung approached and said.

Yu Bicheon did not know the reason and asked.

"Why the mountain?"

"To dig up herbs to treat old man Gwak."

"Ah! Hurry and go."

"Yes."

Cho Myung approached Gwak No and said he would go to the mountain, and then he imdiately kicked the ground.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

***

"That's a great guy."

That was what Gwak No had said.

Most people are not good at two or three things.

Especially if it is a difficult and difficult study like martial arts and dicine.

But Cho Myung, who had not even reached the age of majority (20 years old), had not only learned a great martial art, but was also knowledgeable about herbs. That was not all. When he talked to him, he could see that although he had only learned from books, his dical skills were also considerable.

'How can this be unless he's a genius!'

Gwak No thought that Cho Myung was a genius.

Because an ordinary person could not be outstanding in both martial arts and dicine at that age.

"It will probably heal well if you don't strain it for about a month."

Cho Myung said after pounding the herbs into a thick paste, applying it thickly to Gwak No's greatly split palm, and then wrapping it tightly with a cloth he had torn in advance.

"Ah, you should change the cloth at least once every two days. Otherwise, it might rot. It shouldn't get wet either."

"I won't have any clothes left."

Gwak No glanced at Cho Myung's clothes.

"These clothes are absolutely not allowed."

"I know. You said your master left them for you, right?"

"Yes."

"Yes. Since your master left them for you, you can't treat them carelessly."

When Gwak No said he understood, Cho Myung also nodded his head.

Naturally, Cho Myung, who thought of Old Man Ban, was lost in thought for a mont, recalling the mories he had with him.

Gwak No, who had noticed that Cho Myung was thinking of his master, stayed quiet.

"Here's the decoction!"

Ilpyeong ca in, holding a bowl and opening the door with a bang.

At the noise, Cho Myung shook off his thoughts.

"You're so clumsy."

"What?"

"Nothing. Bring it here."

At Gwak No's words, Ilpyeong scratched the back of his head and brought the bowl and held it out.

Gwak No blew on the decoction in the bowl and drank it.

It was a decoction that Cho Myung had brought and Ilpyeong had brewed.

Ilpyeong, who was watching Gwak No drink the decoction, slyly sat down on a nearby bed.

"You didn't get hurt anywhere, did you, Myung?"

"No."

"Gwak No, it seems it's not that serious, that's a relief."

"Yes. It's a relief."

While Cho Myung was nodding his head and answering, Gwak No held out the empty bowl.

Ilpyeong quickly approached and took the bowl.

"Is your hand okay?"

"This Ban doctor said that if I don't strain it for about a month, it will be fine."

"That's a relief. But how did you do that?"

"What?"

"You blocked the saber of the Peng Family with your hand."

Ilpyeong's eyes flashed.

The way he was staring, it seed he was also impatient.

"You seem curious?"

"Yes."

"You want to learn it too?"

"How did you know?"

"It's strange that a guy who likes to run around here and there would volunteer to brew a decoction when he has to sit still in one place."

"Hehe. It's because I fell in love at first sight."

"Thank you for seeing in a good light, but give up."

"Is it sothing like 'not taught to the unworthy'?"

In the so-called prestigious sects, the words they say when they do not carelessly teach their martial arts to outsiders is 'not taught to the unworthy'.

It ans that they do not teach it to those who are not human.

It also ans that they do not teach it to those who do not have a good character, and it also ans that they only teach it to those who have outstanding talent.

"Why would I talk about 'not taught to the unworthy' for sothing as trivial as this?"

"Then why?"

"It's too late for you to learn it."

"Hey, there's no such thing. It's because you don't want to teach ."

"Yes, I don't want to teach you."

When Gwak No spoke firmly and then lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, Ilpyeong hesitated for a mont with a disappointed face and then got up, scratching the back of his head.

"If you need anything, please call ."

Ilpyeong went out with the empty bowl.

Gwak No, who had opened his eyes slyly at the sound of the door closing.

"That brat..."

Cho Myung also lay down on the bed.

As he lay still and looked up at the ceiling, all sorts of thoughts ca to his mind. As ti passed like that, he eventually ca to think about his own situation, and he rembered that there was sothing he had wanted to ask Gwak No for the past few days.

"Can I ask you sothing?"

"Of course you can. Go ahead."

"Soone said I have to take revenge. But they say the opponent is a good person. No, they're not good people, but the people of the world say they are good people. Then should I not take revenge?"

"Well, that's a very difficult problem."

"Yes."

"If you give up revenge, the lump in your chest will be too big, and if you take revenge, you will be pointed at by the world as a bad person."

"Yes, that's right. That's exactly it. Besides, it won't end with just being called a bad person. If I take revenge, everyone around will also be cursed. They will give a disadvantage without even knowing well. Because the arm bends inward."

Cho Myung poured it out quickly.

With a face full of resentnt.

It was not soone else's story, but his own.

Gwak No, knowing that, did not pretend to know and answered.

"That's right. The arm bends inward. It never bends outward."

Cho Myung, who was just nodding his head.

Gwak No paused for a mont and then said.

"But."

"......?"

"Seeing that you are worried about the world's finger-pointing after taking revenge, you seem to be a good person."

"Am I?"

"Think about it. Would a person of the Demonic Faction hesitate to take revenge because he is concerned about the eyes of the world? They would probably blow away the eyes of the world with a snort and do as they please."

"Yes."

Cho Myung, who answered.

But he still looked dejected.

Gwak No made a pitiful face.

'This kid is hesitating to take revenge on his master, the Fighting Demon! Well, since the opponent is the Sword Saint of Huashan...'

Gwak No misunderstood.

But it was not a completely wrong misunderstanding.

Although it was not revenge for the Fighting Demon, but Cho Myung's own revenge, the Sword Saint of Huashan was also one of the Six Orthodox Heavens, who were the target of his revenge.

"Hmm, it's been over fifty years since I started wandering the martial world."

Gwak No, who started talking as if he were sighing.

The sigh felt so heavy that Cho Myung looked back.

"I thought I could complete the Bouncing Wall Hand by the ti I was in my late forties, but ti has passed so quickly."

The Bouncing Wall Hand was his own martial art that he had unfolded against Peng Wuji.

Can a person with little internal energy not defeat a person with a lot of internal energy?

If you can exert your internal energy effectively, you can exert a great power even with little internal energy.

That was how the Bouncing Wall Hand was created.

It was to draw in the energy of the atmosphere, gather it, and fuse it with his own internal energy that exerted the principle of bouncing. So that it would be triggered the mont an external shock reached it.

That was why the impact sound that rang out every ti Peng Wuji's saber and Gwak No's palm clashed had burst out.

Anyway, the Bouncing Wall Hand was created by Gwak No's master and was still incomplete.

"Hehehehe!"

Gwak No, who had been tracing his past, shook it off with his characteristic laugh.

"Sotis, when you can't do anything about it, it's not bad to just pretend you don't know."

"Pretend you don't know?"

"It's to leave it to ti, pretending you don't know."

"Leave it to ti?"

"Yes, leave it to ti. As ti passes, the situation sotis changes, and I myself sotis co to think differently."

"Can your thoughts change?"

"Of course. As you live, people change."

"I don't know."

"Will you and the you of yesterday have the sa thoughts? Will the you of ten years ago and the you of now and the you of a few years later have the sa thoughts? As you live, your thoughts sotis change depending on the situation and circumstances. So when I can't do anything about it now, it's not bad to leave it to the of tomorrow or the of a month or a year later. There's also a saying like that. That a gentleman's revenge is not too late even if it takes ten years."

"A gentleman's revenge is not too late even if it takes ten years?"

"It ans that a gentleman does not take revenge carelessly because of a montary feeling. It ans that he prepares thoroughly, even if it takes ten years. If he prepares like that, he will not create a situation where his close people will be cursed even after taking revenge."

"......!"

Cho Myung's eyes flashed open.

A gentleman's revenge is not too late even if it takes ten years. In addition, he prepares thoroughly so that the people of the clinic will not be at a disadvantage. It was like discovering a brightly shining lantern in the darkness.

He was still young now.

But the him of ten years later would not be young. The him of that ti might be able to find a proper way.

Cho Myung shot up from the bed.

"Thank you, grandfather!"

Cho Myung ran to Gwak No and hugged him tightly.

And then, before Gwak No could react, he shot up and bowed his head.

"Thank you, thank you very much."

He ran outside, smiling brightly like a child who had found the answer.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to train!"

"That brat... I told you not to call grandfather... hehehehe!"

Gwak No smiled pleasantly, as if he had been infected by Cho Myung's bright appearance.

***

Thud!

A broadsword that was over six feet long was deeply embedded in the hard bluestone floor.

The handle of the broadsword was held by an old man with a sharp impression like a bamboo skewer.

It was the Great Saber of Chaos, Ga Mogong.

As one of the five great guardians of the Heaven of Killing Emperors, he sat on the grand master's chair where Zuo Zimu had been and looked down at his subordinates.

He was the only one who was not an assassin, and to overco that weakness, he was colder than anyone else.

Just by sitting there, his murderous prayer was crushing his subordinates, but when he raised his montum by even embedding his broadsword in the floor, everyone cowered and held their breath.

"Zuo Guardian was killed by an unknown person, and yet you just left them alone after they even put up a poster like that!"

Ga Mogong's anger was not just ordinary.

The force he had brought to block the movent of the Hengshan Sect in advance was considerable.

He had brought twelve top-class assassins and the entire Black Kill Group.

The number of the Black Kill Group alone was two hundred. In addition, they were a force that was far stronger than the Hundred Kill Group. In addition, they had prepared in advance and had even launched a surprise attack.

Nevertheless, because they had missed the fact that the Seven Swords of Yueyang were following them, far from annihilating the support force of the Hengshan Sect, they had suffered great damage in a lose-lose situation.

Five top-class assassins and about thirty percent of the Black Kill Group.

That was all that had survived.

At this rate, it would be difficult to avoid being held responsible.

But when he arrived in Guiyang, an even more frustrating thing was waiting for him.

Zuo Zimu, who should have been waiting for him, was dead.

At that, he was even more furious and had killed all the people of the Evil Family Fortress, who were annoyingly in the way.

"You!"

"Yes!"

When Ga Mogong pointed, the vice leader of the Hundred Kill Group answered with a rigid posture like a stone.

"Gather everyone you can! We will sweep away Yifeng Hall!"

"Yes, sir!"

It was the order of a person who was so furious that he had swept away the people of the Evil Family Fortress because they were annoying. Since he was not a direct subordinate, there could be no such thing as insubordination.

The vice leader of the Hundred Kill Group answered loudly with a rigid posture.

But it was at this ti.

Squeak! Squeak, squeak!

A black rat appeared from a corner, ran along the corner of the wall, and then climbed onto the table that was blocking the way.

The vice leader of the Hundred Kill Group hurriedly ran, caught the black rat, and then untied a very small secret letter from its ankle. And then, after reading it quickly, he lifted his head and looked at Ga Mogong.

"The rats of Yifeng Hall are said to have co out!"

"That's great! That's very great!"

The hidden master who was said to have killed Zuo Zimu.

Although he did not know who it was, to Ga Mogong, it was a gift.

Because he would be able to lessen the responsibility for not being able to annihilate the Hengshan Sect by killing that person.

It was an opportunity to properly show the other guardians of the Heaven of Killing Emperors how he, who was from the Orthodox Faction, was different from Zuo Zimu, who was from the assassin faction.

"Puhahaha!"

Ga Mogong laughed eerily.

(End of Chapter)