The Youngest Member Chapter 97

The Poisonous Hand officially joined the front line.

The Tang family martial artists fought with poison and hidden weapons. Among them, the poison was fundantally blocked by the Poisonous Hand.

Not only that, the Poisonous Hand had the skill to ably face dozens of Tang family martial artists by himself.

Of course, it was on the premise that the opponent was not a master who had reached the transcendent realm, but a transcendent master was not an existence that could be easily seen even within the Tang family, one of the Five Great Families.

Thanks to that, the Black Tortoise Unit regained its composure.

The Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander and Zhuge Lin, who no longer needed to form a wheel formation, truly road the battlefield.

'No. Let's be calm.'

Zhuge Lin endlessly reminded herself. The Zhuge family rejected a belligerent nature. They always judged the situation calmly and composedly and considered a response that was neither excessive nor insufficient as a virtue.

However, she kept getting excited. The internal energy that spread throughout her body without end and the large greatsword that felt as light as a feather.

And the martial artists of the Tang family who were falling to the greatsword.

Zhuge Lin was also a martial artist. Before she had treated her severed pulse, she had not felt much greed for martial arts, but seeing how good and thrilling it felt to fly like this, it seed that she had just buried her desire for martial arts deep in her heart.

Thinking so, Zhuge Lin endlessly tried not to get excited while fully enjoying this situation, the real battle.

On the other hand, the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander was the sa as usual.

He was a man who had already succeeded in hundreds of missions without a single mistake.

As much as the Martial Alliance had expectations for him, the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander himself also believed in himself.

He did not kill every martial artist he saw. He just subdued those who rushed at him with minimal injuries. Of course, minimal injuries ant serious injuries that made combat impossible.

Even while his sword was being stained red with blood, he did not forget his mission for a single mont. While his sword was cutting down the martial artist blocking his way, his eyes were always on Tang Bicheon.

'Move quickly. Tang Bicheon.'

If, just if, this war were to lead to their victory due to the two super masters.

Tang Bicheon would definitely run away. The Tang family could no longer protect him. If so, he would have no choice but to ask for the help of those who had plotted with him.

While everyone was continuing the fight in their own way.

"Nephew, that guy! We have to catch that guy!"

The Poisonous Hand pointed to one place and shouted. Taking advantage of the chaotic gap, the Wondang Dharma Master was leaving the battlefield.

Of course, Cheon Woojin did not miss this either.

However, he was worried.

The balance of this battlefield was being maintained. That no one among the Martial Alliance mbers had died or been injured. That the martial artists of the Tang family were not able to display their skills due to fear.

All of this was possible because Cheon Woojin was there.

He could not be sure what would happen later if he left this battlefield to chase the Wondang Dharma Master.

"What are you doing! That guy's martial might is by no ans low. If you hesitate any longer, you will never be able to catch him!"

The Poisonous Hand shouted one after another as if he were frustrated.

Zhuge Lin and the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander also looked at Cheon Woojin's worried appearance. They also knew. Why Cheon Woojin was hesitating so much.

- Junior Cheon, chase him right now. We're fine. The number of Tang family martial artists has already decreased a lot. If that person is the culprit who tempted Tang Bicheon, we must catch him!

- I will risk my life to protect the Black Tortoise Unit mbers. At least until I die, no one will be injured or die.

The telepathic ssages of Zhuge Lin and the Heavenly Tiger Unit Commander were heard at the sa ti.

Cheon Woojin let out a low sigh. He had not yet lost the ki sense of the one who had run away. He could chase him whenever he wanted.

It was a relief that the Poisonous Hand was there. Of course, it was on the premise that he would not betray them until the end.

- Senior Poisonous Hand.

At Cheon Woojin's telepathic ssage, the Poisonous Hand's eyes widened.

Although he could answer by telepathy, he intentionally spoke out loud.

"S-senior? Did you just call

senior?"

Whether that was the case or not, Cheon Woojin continued the telepathic ssage in his unique indifferent tone.

- If you do not betray

until I return, I will connect you with the Black Plaque Star.

- Is that true?

Cheon Woojin knew what the Poisonous Hand was worried about.

No master could overco the years. The fact that he had co to the Tang family again was proof that he had already beco weak.

The Poisonous Hand must have been afraid. The fact that he had to walk the martial world alone without anyone's protection after the war was over.

'He probably even thought of devoting himself to the Demonic Cult.'

If he could at least get the nickna of a poison demon, he would be able to live with his shoulders squared even within the Demonic Cult. Of course, he would not be able to take a single step into the central plains in the future.

The Black Plaque Star would be better than that. By catching the Shadowless Divine Thief, Cheon Woojin could make one request to the Young Star Lord of the Black Plaque Star.

Of course, that request was not to make the Poisonous Hand belong to the Black Plaque Star. He just intended to connect him with the Black Plaque Star Lord.

'The rest will be the Poisonous Hand's share.'

The Poisonous Hand was moved. Although he had called him nephew, he had not been serious. But, the one who cared for him more than the Tang family guys with whom he had shared blood was that guy.

- Good. I will never betray you even if my life ends.

Cheon Woojin let out a smirk. He knew that the Poisonous Hand would run away faster than anyone else if his life were really in danger. However, as long as the Poisonous Hand did not betray them, such a crisis would not co easily.

Anyway, the Poisonous Hand was a master who had survived while being notorious in the martial world of the previous generation, which was the roughest and most dangerous.

And so, Cheon Woojin lightly swept the battlefield and then disappeared.

- Survive.

He did not forget to leave a single telepathic ssage to Song Yiyeon.

* * *

Cheon Woojin caught up with the Wondang Dharma Master in an instant.

As he landed in front of him, the Wondang Dharma Master, who had been unfolding a formidable movent skill, stopped in his tracks.

Just from that, he could tell that he had been hiding his martial might quite a bit.

"You've run far."

Cheon Woojin was genuinely impressed. It was a place far from the provincial capital where the Tang family was located. Since he had crossed three mountains, it ant that he had passed at least six villages.

The Wondang Dharma Master was not flustered. Rather, he was calm, as if he had expected this situation.

"Why did you chase ? The purpose of the mission was not , but the young master Tang Bicheon."

It was a question to sound out Cheon Woojin. Of course, since Cheon Woojin had even understood that intention, he answered like this.

"Because you are a disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son."

Although it was a very brief mont, the Wondang Dharma Master's expression hardened.

However, the Wondang Dharma Master, who had quickly put on a smile as if that had never happened, asked in a quiet tone.

"What do you an by that? The Dark Heavenly Son. Just hearing the na makes my legs tremble."

It was a lie.

The Wondang Dharma Master did not tremble at all. Rather, a deep fighting spirit was just forming in his calm, sunken pupils.

At that sight, Cheon Woojin burst into a smirk.

"Demonic Doctor. How long are you going to act?"

"Why did you think of the Demonic Doctor among the many disciples?"

The Wondang Dharma Master, no, the Demonic Doctor, was really curious.

However, Cheon Woojin did not give an answer.

He just took a respectful posture and montum as if he were facing a respected elder and cupped his fists.

"Oh, what is this?"

Cheon Woojin, who had cupped his fists for a mont, soon relaxed his posture and gripped the Crescent Moon Staff.

"We don't need a useless conversation with each other. We already know each other."

"...The senior brother has raised a monster."

The Demonic Doctor's tone changed.

He had given up on acting.

"Are you thinking of killing ? , your master's junior brother?"

"They all say similar things."

The first disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son he had killed after coming to the martial world, the Asura Demon Lord, had also said similar things.

Of course, it was a aningless statent. Because the one who had ordered him to smash the heads of all the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son was the Black Master.

Cheon Woojin lightly rolled the floor. Before a single breath had passed, the distance between the two had beco close enough to touch.

The Crescent Moon Staff, imbued with the Dark Sky Ki, rushed forward.

Dark Tail Flash.

The Crescent Moon Staff, which had advanced, drawing a black tail like its na, stabbed at the Demonic Doctor's heart. However, the Demonic Doctor's figure soon scattered like smoke in all directions. The Demonic Doctor was already three steps away.

The Demonic Doctor's hand trembled slightly. At the sa ti, sothing flashed from his sleeve. Cheon Woojin tilted his head. A single silver needle grazed the tip of his chin.

It was a needle that a doctor used to save people.

Cheon Woojin suddenly asked.

"Have you ever saved a person?"

The Demonic Doctor smirked. He had not known that he would ask such a thing in this situation. Wasn't it truly interesting? To have the sa question as his master.

- Demonic Doctor, why are you called a doctor when you have never saved a person?

When the Black Master asked indifferently, the Demonic Doctor answered with a clear look of tension. The Demonic Doctor gave the sa answer to his disciple.

"Well, I have saved a wild dog with a broken leg or a bird with a broken beak on the road, but I have no mory of saving a human. Ah, I have treated an old man who was sick."

"What happened?"

"Of course, I completely cured the disease. Is there any disease that I cannot cure? He bowed his head one after another, saying thank you. And I killed him."

"Why."

"He said he would catch the dog he was raising and treat

to it, saying thank you. It can be so. Although there are those who feel sorry, then are cows or pigs not pitiful? Humans are originally like that. But, you see."

The Demonic Doctor narrowed his eyebrows for a mont as if he were recalling that ti.

"At least he shouldn't have done that to the dog that had always stayed by his side while he was sick and lying alone, and that had also slled the dicinal herbs on

and had guided

to its owner. He shouldn't have done that to the guy who was wagging its tail as if it would fall off, not knowing that its owner was going to eat it as soon as he got up from his sickbed. Don't you think so?"

"I see. You did well to kill him. Sotis, beasts are better than humans."

The Demonic Doctor, with a moved expression that Cheon Woojin had understood his heart, continued to speak.

"So I decided to turn everyone in the world into beasts. Isn't it beautiful? How ecstatic the world, which was full of ugly and hypocritical humans, will beco."

"...What happened to your head?"

Cheon Woojin was dumbfounded. What on earth was he thinking to have the conclusion of the story be like this?

Cheon Woojin, who had tried to understand for a mont, soon shook his head. Originally, there were almost no sane people among the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son.

- Woojin.

For a mont, he heard the voice of his Black Master, but he tried to ignore it.

Soon, the Demonic Doctor took out a pill from his bosom. It was the pill that Tang Bicheon had taken at the ti of the duel.

"With this."

"What is that?"

"Are you curious? Yes, I should tell you. Because you are the disciple of our senior brother, the Black Master."

The Demonic Doctor, who said so, put the pill in his mouth.

The effect was imdiate.

Cheon Woojin slightly raised the Crescent Moon Staff. The Demonic Doctor's prayer had changed in an instant. It seed to be different from what Tang Bicheon had eaten before.

"Hah..."

The Demonic Doctor's breathing beca sowhat rough. His regular breathing beca irregular, and his eyes were bloodshot with burst capillaries.

His back bent slightly, and the muscles of his whole body swelled slightly.

What was most impressive was that the Demonic Doctor's gaze, looking at him, had beco so clear and fierce.

Soon, the Demonic Doctor's posture seed to lower slightly...

Kwaang-!

He kicked the ground roughly and ca closing the distance in an instant. It was a speed of a different dinsion from before. It seed that that pill extrely enhanced the body's abilities.

Cheon Woojin swung the Crescent Moon Staff without a single hesitation.

Kaang-!

The Demonic Doctor was hit in the head and was sent flying into the ground. What was surprising was that his head had not burst. He even got up imdiately and rushed in again.

Cheon Woojin grabbed the Demonic Doctor's neck.

The Demonic Doctor grabbed Cheon Woojin's arm with both hands. His ten fingers squeezed as if to pierce Cheon Woojin's forearm.

In fact, if Cheon Woojin's external skill level had been a little lower, one arm would have been torn off.

"...Absurd."

Cheon Woojin, who said so, roughly stuck the Crescent Moon Staff he was holding in his other hand into the ground. He could not use the staff at this distance.

Cheon Woojin, with his left hand still gripping the Demonic Doctor's neck, wrapped his right fist with fist ki. It was a ki that resembled the night sky, imbued with the Dark Sky Ki.

Soon, he swung his fist.

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!

He pounded the Demonic Doctor's face without end. A sound as if hitting an iron lump erupted one after another. What was absurd was that although it did not seem that he had wrapped himself in a protective ki, his bones and skin were not breaking.

Cheon Woojin suddenly stopped punching.

Because the Demonic Doctor was holding a small silver needle in his mouth, as if he had hidden it there. If he had thrust his fist as it was, his skin would have been pierced.

The Demonic Doctor did not miss that brief gap.

He moved the silver needle he was holding in his mouth to his hand and swung it at Cheon Woojin's right eye. The distance was close, and the speed was fast to dodge.

Cheon Woojin slamd the Demonic Doctor into the ground without hesitation.

Kwaaaang-!

The ground was roughly smashed, and the Demonic Doctor was sent flying. As if not to give him a break, Cheon Woojin picked up the Crescent Moon Staff he had stuck in the ground and brought it down on the Demonic Doctor.

However, the Demonic Doctor was not in that place. Cheon Wojin, who had retrieved the Crescent Moon Staff that had hit the empty ground, turned his head.

The Demonic Doctor had already rushed to a close distance.

"..."

It was not a particular threat. However, it was a fact that it was surprising. The Demonic Doctor's physical ability seed to have improved by a factor of two. His skin, muscles, and bones, which should have been crushed and burst, were still intact.

On the other hand, the precision of his techniques had decreased.

Only then could Cheon Woojin understand what the Demonic Doctor had said.

What made a human like a beast was the pill he had taken.

(End of Chapter)