The Youngest Member Chapter 11

The leader of the West Heaven Society doubted his own ears.

If he hadn't misheard, that young brat had just said he would smash the Asura Demon Lord's head.

'Is he crazy?'

It was a rational inference.

Who was the Asura Demon Lord?

He was a disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son.

Even the foremost villains of the era had not completely escaped from the shadow of the Dark Heavenly Son.

It was an era where the influence of the Dark Heavenly Son, who had disappeared from the world for decades, was still stronger than that of the Black Plaque Star Lord, who was called the number one of the black path of the era.

The West Heaven Society Leader briefly looked at the corpse of the Tiger Hunt Team Leader, Hwang Byeok.

That young brat's dark iron staff had smashed his head in one blow. Although it was for a mont, he was clearly a master, as even he had missed his movents.

But the opponent was not good.

It was certain that this young master would be killed by the Asura Demon Lord.

However, the West Heaven Society Leader's situation was not entirely good either.

His gaze naturally turned to Zhuge Lin.

"Are you from the Martial Alliance?"

"...I am Zhuge Lin, the deputy commander of the Black Tortoise Unit."

The West Heaven Society Leader cursed inwardly.

'A deputy commander of the Martial Alliance, and from the Zhuge family?'

Things were going seriously wrong.

It was not a problem for the Asura Demon Lord to kill that brat and Zhuge Lin. Although he served him respectfully, the Asura Demon Lord was not a mber of the West Heaven Society.

However, if it happened within the West Heaven Society, the story would be different.

The Martial Alliance alone was overwhelming, but of all people, she was from the Zhuge family. No matter how large a black path organization the West Heaven Society was, it was at a level they could not handle.

The West Heaven Society Leader glanced at the Asura Demon Lord out of the corner of his eye.

His usually benevolent face was flushed red and blue.

It was natural, as he had been told to his face by a brat that his head would be smashed.

The West Heaven Society Leader, who squeezed his eyes shut, took a couple of deep breaths and then said with courage.

"Demon Lord, I will punish these guys."

"What?"

The Asura Demon Lord's roar erupted.

The air rang, and his skin tingled.

The West Heaven Society Leader continued, swallowing hard.

"How can the Demon Lord deal with such young brats? I asked when I didn't know better, but now that I know the opponents are such brats, I will resolve it myself..."

Thwack-!

The West Heaven Society Leader's head was thrown back. The pain he felt on his forehead made his vision go white for a mont.

"How dare a guy like you ignore the disciple of the Black Master?"

The West Heaven Society Leader said, wiping the blood flowing from his forehead.

"T-that's not it..."

Of course, the West Heaven Society Leader also knew the Black Master.

However, he did not know him 'well'.

Because in the era when he, a middle-aged man, was making a na for himself in the black path, the Black Master had already disappeared.

On the contrary, Zhuge Lin, who had read detailed records about the black path, knew more.

Nevertheless, he knew that the Black Master was a great villain.

And that he was one of the foremost among the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son.

'Even if he's that guy's disciple, he's just a young brat...'

The West Heaven Society Leader thought that the Asura Demon Lord was making a fuss.

He thought that his personal fear of the Black Master was being projected onto his disciple.

However, the Asura Demon Lord was not such a man.

Fear of the Black Master was fear of the Black Master, and the Cheon Woojin in front of him was a separate person. But the aura felt from that guy was also extraordinary.

He had martial arts that did not match his age, to the point that he montarily mistook him for a rejuvenated Black Master.

The Asura Demon Lord clicked his tongue at the West Heaven Society Leader.

"Tsk, pathetic fool. A guy who can't even properly see the opponent in front of him is acting like the leader of a black path."

Anger boiled up inside the West Heaven Society Leader. For so reason, things that scratched his insides were happening one after another.

His subordinates were all pathetic like worthless insects, and the Asura Demon Lord he had served with utmost devotion was openly despising him.

There are days like that.

A day when nothing goes right, and everything in the world seems annoying.

The West Heaven Society Leader's today was exactly like that.

"Demon Lord."

His voice sank low.

At that sight, the Asura Demon Lord let out a hollow laugh.

"What are you doing now?"

"Did you say that I can't even judge that young brat?"

The Asura Demon Lord laughed heartily as if it was funny.

"Yes, I said so. Do you have a complaint?"

"Yes."

"What?"

Soon, energy burst out from the West Heaven Society Leader's entire body.

Rumble-

The large office shook entirely.

The West Heaven Society Leader was also a man who had built his power with one fist. He looked straight at the Asura Demon Lord and said.

"What will you do if I beat that guy to death in this place?"

"What? Hahahahaha..."

The Asura Demon Lord's laughter continued for a long ti. At that sight, the West Heaven Society Leader's montum was growing even greater.

"Society Leader. No, Ilcheon."

"..."

"If you beat this kid to death in front of , I will grant you one wish, whatever you want."

The Asura Demon Lord grinned.

That laughter sounded to the West Heaven Society Leader like this.

'You pathetic fool, how on earth can a guy like you kill the disciple of the Black Master?'

The West Heaven Society Leader, desperately holding onto the thread of reason that seed about to snap, said as if spitting it out.

"If I kill that guy. Demon Lord, please withdraw from the West Heaven Society. If we touch the daughter of the Zhuge family, our West Heaven Society will end that day."

"Hoho, the days you helped

must have been quite painful. Yes, fine. If you kill the disciple of the Black Master, I will do so."

The Asura Demon Lord readily nodded his head.

Soon, the West Heaven Society Leader's two fists turned red.

Red Hand Defeating Power Fist.

A red fist that roughly smashes.

It was a truly simple na. But it was also the martial art that had made Nam Ilcheon the hegemon of a regional black path.

He strode towards Cheon Woojin.

Nevertheless, Cheon Woojin did not move from his spot, looked back and forth between the Asura Demon Lord and the West Heaven Society Leader, and said.

"Who gave you permission?"

The West Heaven Society Leader's steps ca to a halt.

Although he was pouring out a murderous montum, Cheon Woojin treated him as if he wasn't there and looked at the Asura Demon Lord.

"Asura Demon Lord, are you afraid of ?"

"...What?"

Cheon Woojin lightly pointed at the West Heaven Society Leader with the Crescent Moon Staff.

"Are you so afraid that you want to confirm my skills even by driving the subordinate who served you to his death?"

"..."

The Asura Demon Lord shut his mouth.

For so reason, he had the illusion that he was standing in front of the Black Master.

It was natural. Because what the Black Master and the White Master had taught Cheon Woojin was not just martial arts.

Martial arts, language, thoughts and values...

They taught him everything a human should have.

The Black Master and the White Master had each colored the blank canvas of a child with their own colors.

The result was the Cheon Woojin of now.

It seed as if Cheon Woojin could see right through the Asura Demon Lord's inner thoughts.

He was afraid of the Black Master. So much so that his body trembled and his breathing quickened without him realizing it.

Therefore, he was also afraid of him, the disciple he had raised.

He had deliberately sent the West Heaven Society Leader. To confirm in advance what kind of disciple the Black Master had raised before a fight broke out.

Cheon Woojin was inwardly angry.

To think that a person who was the Black Master's junior brother would show such a pathetic side.

Cheon Woojin's voice sank even lower.

"If you see the Black Master in ."

"..."

"Are you going to run away?"

Even though everyone in the room was looking at the Asura Demon Lord, he could not say anything. It was not just because he was struck by the truth of Cheon Woojin's words.

'Expression, tone, atmosphere... surprisingly similar to the Black Master.'

When he first saw him, he just thought he was strangely similar to the Black Master. But for so reason, the guy was disappointed in him and was angry. Then, the image of the Black Master in his youth began to appear more and more strongly in him.

Just as the Asura Demon Lord was maintaining his silence.

"These sons of bitches..."

The West Heaven Society Leader, whose face had turned red along with his fists, spat out a curse and growled.

To sum up the conversation, both that brat and the Asura Demon Lord thought he would really lose. And very naturally at that.

The West Heaven Society Leader imdiately rushed at Cheon Woojin.

Nevertheless, Cheon Woojin was only looking at the Asura Demon Lord. That calm and composed side profile further provoked the West Heaven Society Leader's anger.

The West Heaven Society Leader, who had closed the distance at a trendous speed befitting the hegemon of a regional black path, threw a punch.

A fist aura, like a crimson fla, shimred on his fist. The strong energy of a master was sothing that could crush even ordinary tal in one blow.

As the fist got closer, the crimson light of the fist aura also stained Cheon Woojin's face red.

When it was that close.

Cheon Woojin slightly turned his head.

The West Heaven Society Leader, who t his gaze for a mont, gave a triumphant smile.

The guy was still defenseless. At this distance, even the Asura Demon Lord could not react.

'Die!'

His fist struck Cheon Woojin.

Thud-!

But the sound was strange.

Not thwack, thud, or crush, but thud?

The mont he thought so, a terrible pain ca to his fist.

A dark iron staff was blocking his fist.

It was not a problem. Because he was confident that he could smash his head along with the iron staff.

However, what was smashed was his fist.

'T-ten-thousand-year-old dark iron?'

A tal known to be the hardest in the world along with ten-thousand-year-old cold iron. A tal whose pure strength was said to surpass even cold iron was the material of the Crescent Moon Staff, ten-thousand-year-old dark iron.

However, by the ti he realized this, it was too late.

Thwack-!

The West Heaven Society Leader instinctively clutched his left shoulder.

A terrible pain ca. He knew he had been hit by the staff, but he couldn't even see how it had moved.

Before he could even co to his senses.

Thud-!

A trendous force pushed his chest.

When he looked down, the tip of the dark iron staff was stuck in his solar plexus. His breath was caught in his throat, and he felt nauseous.

Soon, the mont he was about to be thrown back by the repulsive force.

Crush-!

The Crescent Moon Staff, which had been retrieved in an instant, struck his head from top to bottom before he could even fly away.

Naturally, the West Heaven Society Leader's entire body was crushed.

"..."

A silence fell on the scene.

Zhuge Lin and the martial artists of the West Heaven Society could not see anything.

It had all happened in an instant.

The West Heaven Society Leader had rushed in, and the dark iron staff had drawn a blurry trajectory.

And three sounds of tearing flesh rang out almost simultaneously with a very slight ti difference.

Soon, the West Heaven Society Leader, whose body was crushed, was just collapsed on the floor.

It was sothing that had happened in a mont that could be called 'one breath' in a normal fight.

However, there were two people who had clearly perceived the entire process. One was, of course, Cheon Woojin, who had swung the Crescent Moon Staff himself, and the other was...

"Black Master..."

The Asura Demon Lord's complexion turned pale.

To others, it was just three sounds of tearing flesh, but to him, three familiar and terrible techniques were clearly visible.

The technique that broke the shoulder, Willow Blade Falling Flower.

The technique that pushed the solar plexus, Dark Tail Flash.

The technique that crushed the entire body, Black Dark Thunder.

All of them were techniques he had been terribly beaten with by the Black Master, whom he had once feared more than the Dark Heavenly Son.

Cheon Woojin's gaze, who had lightly spun the Crescent Moon Staff and shaken off the blood, slightly turned to the Asura Demon Lord.

"So, are you going to run away?"

To the Asura Demon Lord, even those words seed to overlap with the voice that the Black Master had spat out tirelessly.

- Hoho, hurry up and move. It's fun when you run away.

(End of Chapter)