The West Heaven Society Leader, crushed beyond recognition.
Cheon Woojin, standing tall beside him, holding the dark Crescent Moon Staff.
The Asura Demon Lord, watching this, swallowed hard.
'...That son of a bitch, the Black Master, created a monster even in his dying monts.'
No, had he raised a monster from the beginning?
Without innate talent, even the Black Master could not create such a monster.
The Asura Demon Lord, examining the aura felt from Cheon Woojin, swept his chest.
'How can he be like that at that age...'
He was truly not lacking to be called a heavenly martial body.
And that guy had to beco the disciple of the Black Master, and the West Heaven Society that was helping him had to block his path.
For this and that reason, the monster created by the Black Master was standing before him.
"...I don't know why my senior brother's disciple is taking the Martial Alliance's exam, but anyway, I am your master's junior brother. Senior brother Black Master cherished
very much."
"Weren't you the one who was happier than anyone about my master's death?"
"..."
The Asura Demon Lord shut his mouth for a mont.
He might have been able to handle it in his pri, but now that he was suffering from Severed Pulse Syndro, he could not guarantee a victory against Cheon Woojin.
The Asura Demon Lord, who had been racking his brain for a mont, opened his mouth.
"...The mory of my senior brother treating
harshly in his lifeti ca to mind first, so my emotions beca complicated for a mont. But it is also a clear fact that your master cherished ."
It sounded like an excuse, but it was true.
The mory of the Black Master was still vivid in the Asura Demon Lord's mind.
- Asura, the Dark Heavenly Son has many disciples, but you are the most satisfying to beat.
For that reason, the Asura Demon Lord had always received the Black Master's attention.
The Asura Demon Lord, while cursing inwardly, put on a wistful expression.
"Still, I'm like your uncle, so what could be more ridiculous than us trying to kill each other in front of so many people?"
His tone was polite, but he sohow looked servile.
Zhuge Lin and the martial artists of the West Heaven Society, who saw this, could not hide their surprise.
The Asura Demon Lord was a disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son, a leader of villains, and a second-class public enemy of the martial world.
'To think such a man would show such a servile side.'
It was then.
"K-keuk..."
The West Heaven Society Leader, who had been turned into a pulp, let out a groan.
Everyone's attention was focused.
His limbs were broken, blood was trickling from his cracked head, and his ribs had collapsed, yet he was still alive.
It was truly a tenacious life force.
The quick-witted Asura Demon Lord, who saw this, said.
"You deliberately left him alive. Why? To find out the client who ordered you to be killed?"
"..."
Cheon Woojin shut his mouth.
The Asura Demon Lord, who was observing his reaction, continued.
In that atmosphere, the quick-witted Asura Demon Lord said.
"Let's do this. The West Heaven Society does not originally leave information about its clients. But it's impossible for there to be no trace at all in the affairs of people."
"And?"
"I, who have been doing this my whole life, will be more skilled than you, who have just entered the martial world. I will take responsibility and find and kill the client. No, if you want, I'll just cut off his limbs and bring them to you. I can do that much for my lovely nephew. So let's stop for today. What do you say?"
The Asura Demon Lord, who said so, slowly approached Cheon Woojin. He did not exude any particular montum, and he truly did not feel any fighting spirit.
Soon, the approaching Asura Demon Lord said.
"What is your na?"
"Cheon Woojin."
The Asura Demon Lord, who heard the na, had a sowhat sad expression.
"Yes, Woojin. My senior brother's disciple! Tell
where my senior brother Black Master's gravestone is. He was a person who tornted
very much, but he was my senior brother anyway. Since I heard unexpected news, I must spend the night in front of his gravestone and share a drink with my senior brother. Now, so..."
Swoosh-!
A blade-like sharp energy rushed at Cheon Woojin's face.
Cheon Woojin tilted his head back nonchalantly.
The sharp energy barely brushed past Cheon Woojin's eyelashes.
A deep sense of frustration settled on the Asura Demon Lord's face.
"Hah, you dodged this? Don't tell
you've surpassed the Black Master?"
"No way."
Cheon Woojin recalled his two masters and shrugged his shoulders.
By the way, the Asura Demon Lord's surprise attack was quite impressive.
No matter how much of a master you were, there was bound to be a sign of raising your internal energy, but the Asura Demon Lord had no such thing.
In other words, it ant that he was incredibly skilled at controlling his internal energy.
Soon, Cheon Woojin firmly gripped the Crescent Moon Staff.
At that sight, the Asura Demon Lord let out a long sigh.
'I've been struggling to live despite having Severed Pulse Syndro, but I'm facing a truly unexpected death.'
The Asura Demon Lord's two hands turned black.
Dead Blood Claw Technique.
It was one of the many martial arts created by the Dark Heavenly Son.
If the Dark Sky Full Moon that the Black Master had passed down to Cheon Woojin was the pride of the Dark Heavenly Son, then the Dead Blood Claw Technique was his sha.
Of course, even such a martial art was strong enough to make the Asura Demon Lord grow into a great evil.
The fight was one-sided.
Every ti the Crescent Moon Staff was swung, the Asura Demon Lord let out a groan. It was difficult for his eyes to even follow the speed of the Crescent Moon Staff.
Crack-!
The Crescent Moon Staff rushed in, crushing the Asura Demon Lord's claw technique.
His fingernails were already shattered to pieces.
The Asura Demon Lord was one of the weakest among the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son. He was cunning and skilled in politics, but he was hated by the Black Master for being a weakling who only used his wits.
Furthermore, he had even contracted Severed Pulse Syndro...
The Asura Demon Lord retreated endlessly in a precarious state.
Cheon Woojin just swung the Crescent Moon Staff with a calm attitude.
Soon, the Asura Demon Lord's retreating steps ca to a halt.
His back had hit the wall.
The Crescent Moon Staff rose high into the sky.
It was on the verge of smashing the Asura Demon Lord's head at any mont.
The Asura Demon Lord looked up at the Crescent Moon Staff with transcendent eyes and asked one last ti.
"Are you going to kill all the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son?"
"I wonder. If I see them."
"Heh heh, when I et senior brother Black Master in the afterlife, I'll have to ask him. Why he hated us so much."
"..."
Cheon Woojin did not bother to answer. He thought there was no need to argue about it since it was his master's business.
The Asura Demon Lord's words continued.
"Who knows. If you kill a few more of my senior brothers, I'll wait in the afterlife and join forces with them to beat senior brother Black Master. We might be able to win in the afterlife, you know."
"That might be a little difficult."
Cheon Woojin let out a smirk.
Now, the White Master was also by the Black Master's side.
He was also a martial artist who was stronger than the Black Master, not one to fall behind.
Soon, the Crescent Moon Staff fell helplessly.
Thwack-
Asura Demon Lord.
It was a very insignificant death compared to his reputation as a disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son.
A suffocating silence fell on the scene.
In that silence, Cheon Woojin said to Zhuge Lin.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, well..."
What was there not to be alright about?
Since Cheon Woojin had done everything by himself.
Zhuge Lin suddenly asked.
"But don't you have to find him?"
"What do you an?"
"The culprit who hired soone to assassinate you, young hero Cheon. The Asura Demon Lord is dead, and the West Heaven Society Leader is like this..."
Zhuge Lin's gaze turned to the West Heaven Society Leader.
He was only letting out groans from ti to ti, and it was ambiguous to say that he was fully alive.
The approaching Cheon Woojin slamd the Crescent Moon Staff on his head.
Thud-
His head burst, staining the floor red.
Cheon Woojin said.
"There's a way. I know one person who specializes in this kind of work."
If the Asura Demon Lord could do it, she could too. She was a woman his Black Master had told him about in his lifeti, and he had said that there was no information in the world that she could not find out.
Zhuge Lin's gaze turned behind Cheon Woojin.
"Then the remaining people..."
Cheon Woojin suddenly turned around and exuded his montum.
The remaining martial artists of the West Heaven Society flinched.
The Red Snake Unit Commander, who was the superior of the Tiger Hunt Team and the Annihilation Team and had been forced to clean up this matter by the West Heaven Society Leader, said urgently.
"I-I have a newborn child. If I die, my wife and child will be on the streets and starve to death. Please, please spare ."
When the Red Snake Unit Commander knelt and begged, starting with that, everyone started to say a word.
"Great hero! I have nothing to do with this matter."
"I was going to run away from the West Heaven Society tomorrow. I had no choice but to join the black path to take care of my sick old mother, but I couldn't stand it anymore..."
Besides that, endless stories flowed out.
Cheon Woojin did not know if all their words were true or false.
He had no ability to distinguish, nor did he need to.
"So."
"..."
"Aren't you all mbers of the West Heaven Society right now?"
At the words that were no different from a death sentence, silence fell again.
Then a man raised his hand high.
"I'm actually a spy sent from the Stone Spring black path to kill the West Heaven Society Leader."
"..."
Everyone looked at that man.
A sowhat awkward air lingered in the room.
Soon, Cheon Woojin started walking with the Crescent Moon Staff firmly in his hand.
* * *
When Song Yiyeon returned with the rising talents, the Martial Alliance was in an uproar.
An instructor and a rising talent had disappeared during the exam.
Since their life and death were unknown, the exam was imdiately suspended.
The Martial Alliance's tracking teams and investigators spread out to various places.
Even after several days had passed like that, there were still no results.
Because the speed at which Cheon Woojin had moved while annihilating the organizations under the West Heaven Society was beyond the common sense of ordinary people.
Of course, an investigation was also conducted within the Martial Alliance.
The martial artists who had received an 'A' in the grading along with Cheon Woojin were investigated under the pretext of being competitors.
In particular, Gu Jinseok, who had had a conflict with Cheon Woojin, had to undergo a stricter investigation.
However, since there was no clear evidence, it was still at a formal level.
Gu Jinseok, who had returned to his residence with a tired mind and body, said.
"There must be no chance of being caught."
"...Yes, the reason they were able to grow so big in the first place is because of their request thod that leaves no trace."
The middle-aged man, Ink Guest, who had placed the assassination request with the West Heaven Society at Gu Jinseok's behest, nodded his head.
Gu Jinseok narrowed his eyes and said.
"Where?"
"Pardon?"
"Where did you place the request?"
Ink Guest bowed his head.
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. The Martial Alliance's investigation will not be easy. The investigators of the Martial Alliance are people who will never miss even a little bit of truth revealed in lies. It would be better for you not to know at all for the investigation."
"Hmm..."
Gu Jinseok, whose heart felt stuffy, let out a sigh. He was curious and anxious, but Ink Guest's words also had a point.
It was then.
A commotion suddenly arose in the residence where the applicants were staying.
A ringing voice was heard.
"What! Is that true?"
It was Song Yiyeon's voice.
Gu Jinseok frowned.
A guy who was a martial artist was unnecessarily handso and had a loud voice. He had disliked that guy from the beginning.
Most of all, it was strangely annoying that all the won, whether they were applicants or Martial Alliance mbers, only looked at that guy.
However, the following words made such problems feel insignificant.
"Young hero Cheon is back?"
For a mont, it felt like he had been hit on the head by sothing.
Gu Jinseok looked at Ink Guest.
Ink Guest's complexion was also pale.
"D-don't worry. Even if he ca back alive, he will never be able to reveal the culprit."
Gu Jinseok's face flushed with anger.
"If this gets out, you're a dead man to my father."
Even his tone had beco coercive.
Ink Guest hurriedly bowed his head.
"...That will never happen."
Of course, it was impossible for there to be no trace at all in the affairs of people. Ink Guest also knew this.
However, the West Heaven Society had been able to grow so big because it was so secretive that no one could easily find a trace.
Even if the Beggars' Sect, which he had briefly been a part of in his youth, stepped forward, they would never be able to find a trace.
'Unless Wildflower steps forward herself...'
Wildflower was the nickna of the Beggars' Sect's leader.
Soon, Gu Jinseok and Ink Guest left the room.
The long corridor was already filled with rising talents who had co out to see the returned Cheon Woojin.
At the end, a man was striding over.
Gu Jinseok cursed inwardly.
Cheon Woojin had really returned. And perfectly fine at that.
Furthermore, a woman was walking next to him, and she was very beautiful at a glance.
Long black hair and a small mole under her eye.
She was quite tall and was wearing a black monk's robe with a small red flower embroidered on the hem, and she was a woman who made one curious rather than sinister.
Now that he looked, the rising talents who had co out to see Cheon Woojin were also all staring at that woman with dazed expressions.
Gu Jinseok, feeling a heat, glared at Ink Guest.
But sothing was strange.
Ink Guest's face was as pale as if he had seen a ghost.
When he followed his dazed gaze, it was the woman who was walking with a gentle smile next to Cheon Woojin.
'This pathetic man is looking at a woman even in this situation...!'
Just as Gu Jinseok was about to curse.
The sound of the conversation between Cheon Woojin and the woman, who had gotten quite close, began to be heard.
"The young hero's master was a very precious guest. If I had known he had such a fine disciple, I would have co to greet him in advance."
"I think you would have known."
At Cheon Woojin's calm words, the woman's eyes widened for a mont and then she smiled again as if nothing had happened.
"Hoho, I'm talking about the case where I 'officially' found out. Just like now."
Soon, when the two arrived right in front of them, Gu Jinseok felt like his insides were burning. Cheon Woojin looked at Gu Jinseok without a word. For a mont, Gu Jinseok, who t his calm gaze, almost sat down on the floor.
It was then.
The woman, who had glanced at Gu Jinseok from Cheon Woojin's side, her gaze turned to Ink Guest.
"Oh?"
Soon, the alluring woman's eyes curved into a circle, as if she had seen sothing interesting.
(End of Chapter)
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