The Heavenly Demon Who Reigns Chapter 117 : I've Missed You (1)

Even without taking off the mask, Cheon Myeong could tell.

The mysterious man who had just rushed at him and swung a sword with a particularly thick blade.

Given the circumstances, there was only one person who would attack Cheon Myeong at this mont.

"I've missed you."

"..."

"You're Man Jeokseon, right?"

Cheon Myeong asked the mysterious man.

However, the mysterious man did not say anything to Cheon Myeong, and after adjusting his grip on his sword, he imdiately rushed at Cheon Myeong.

"Is silence a sign of affirmation?"

Of course, there was no answer to that question.

The mysterious man who was thrusting his sword as if to shove it into Cheon Myeong's mouth.

Cheon Myeong lowered his posture and was able to dodge that attack quite narrowly.

Thump-.

At the sa ti, Cheon Myeong's left hand grabbed the mysterious man's mask.

"..."

As if he had felt a danger for a mont, the mysterious man imdiately retreated, and the mask that had been covering the mysterious man's face was now in Cheon Myeong's left hand.

"See, I was right."

Cheon Myeong muttered, looking at the mysterious man with a low laugh.

The face that had been revealed to the world after the mask was taken off.

Since the mysterious man did not particularly cover his face, Cheon Myeong could see the mysterious man's face clearly.

"..."

The sa face as the one drawn on the wanted poster was in front of him.

Although this was the first ti Cheon Myeong had faced Man Jeokseon in this way, since he had firmly engraved the face drawn on the wanted poster in his two eyes, he was able to recognize Man Jeokseon at a glance.

"We've definitely never seen each other before."

"..."

"Why am I so happy to see you? Your face doesn't feel unfamiliar at all."

"...Who on earth are you? Are you a guy sent from the Demonic Cult?"

After a long silence, Man Jeokseon opened his mouth for the first ti.

At that mont, Cheon Myeong's face, which had turned cold.

Although that expression was not revealed on the outside because it was covered by a mask, his voice was extrely cold.

"The Demonic Cult... to think that a guy who was the leader of the Guard Corps until just a while ago would refer to our cult in that way, I'm so dumbfounded that I can't even laugh."

"As expected, you were sent from the Demonic Cult."

"Yes."

A short word.

Those words seed to indirectly reveal the fact that Cheon Myeong had no intention of talking with Man Jeokseon any longer.

"On behalf of the leader, I will ask you for the sin of daring to lay a hand on the sacred treasures of our cult in this place."

"...Do you dare to punish ?"

"There's nothing I can't do."

Saying that, Cheon Myeong took a starting stance.

Woong-.

At that mont, a red energy faintly blood in Cheon Myeong's two hands.

Man Jeokseon noticed that change and his two eyes widened slightly as if he were surprised.

"Could you be..."

A unique red energy that blood intensely as if to swallow everything.

Since Man Jeokseon had seen it with his own two eyes on the day of the Heavenly Demon Festival, he could imdiately recognize the identity of that energy.

'That unique energy must be what is generated when one operates the Heavenly Demon Divine Art!'

And the number of people who could operate the Heavenly Demon Divine Art was not many even in our cult.

The one at the very top among them was the leader, Cheon Jin. However, no matter how much it was to punish him, who had stolen the Three Sacred Treasures, the leader would not be able to leave his post in Cheonsan carelessly.

Then, his descendants, Cheon Myeong and Cheon Seong. One of these two must be the guy who was wearing a mask over there.

'Cheon Seong cannot operate the Heavenly Demon Divine Art to this extent.'

And that would be the sa for Cheon Myeong. No, until he had seen him fight with Su Yeongseong at the Heavenly Demon Festival with his own two eyes, Man Jeokseon had thought so.

Cheon Myeong had shown people how to handle the Heavenly Demon Divine Art skillfully in that place, and he had overwheld Su Yeongseong using that power.

"..."

If he were to recall his appearance at that ti, he would have no chance of winning against Cheon Myeong.

Of course, although he was confident that he could hold out longer than Su Yeongseong, that was all.

But looking at Cheon Myeong's hand, he thought that he might have a chance of winning.

"I didn't know that the person who ca to punish would be Young Master Cheon Myeong."

"..."

"I know that Young Master Cheon Myeong is strong. The martial prowess he showed at the Heavenly Demon Festival was to the extent that I couldn't help but admire it while watching."

At that mont, a fishy smile appeared on Man Jeokseon's lips.

"But how do you plan to face without a sword?"

"..."

"Or do you think you can handle with your bare hands? It's not easy to beco the leader of the Guard Corps, even if I say so myself."

"Shut up."

As Cheon Myeong said that, the smile on Man Jeokseon's lips disappeared in an instant.

"You are no longer the leader of the Guard Corps."

"..."

"You are just a re sinner. And a traitor who has forgotten his post and has turned his back on our cult."

"...It seems that you are very angry, Young Master."

Man Jeokseon said and took a starting stance.

Since he had found out that the opponent was Cheon Myeong, he was planning to use his sword technique in earnest from this side as well.

"You called a sinner, didn't you, Young Master?"

"..."

"Since I have already been branded as such, it wouldn't be bad to cut off your neck in this place and leave my na in the history of the Demonic Cult as the worst sinner."

"No, your na will just be left like this."

"...?"

"A petty thief. Anything more is too much."

At Cheon Myeong's words, Man Jeokseon's face, which was distorted even more.

No matter how he tried to provoke Cheon Myeong, it felt as if he was only at a loss every ti he spoke.

Woong-.

He had been thinking wrong from the beginning.

Rather than provoking Cheon Myeong with words, if he were to cut off Cheon Myeong's neck with his sword, he would no longer be able to move his mouth so arrogantly, wouldn't he?

Man Jeokseon rushed at Cheon Myeong, raising his sword ki.

Swoosh-.

Man Jeokseon's sword stabbed at Cheon Myeong's neck with a fierce speed.

Although at a glance, it could be said to be the sa move as before the mask was taken off, there was a clear difference between then and now.

'He will dodge this attack.'

Even while thrusting his sword, Man Jeokseon thought so.

This move was, after all, a move that was shown, predicting that the opponent would dodge.

Although it might feel strange that he had attacked with an obvious move even while knowing that the opponent would dodge, this move was, after all, just a bait.

Man Jeokseon's sword technique was specialized in blocking rather than attacking.

That's why Man Jeokseon was now inducing an attack from Cheon Myeong with an obvious move.

Induce the opponent's attack, create an opening, and then surely thrust into that opening. This was the way Man Jeokseon fought.

Whoosh-.

As Man Jeokseon had expected, Cheon Myeong moved his upper body and dodged the sword.

At the sa ti, a fist that was flying towards Man Jeokseon's solar plexus.

As Man Jeokseon confird Cheon Myeong's move, he smiled aningfully to himself.

'He's taken the bait.'

In the first place, his sword strike was one that he had delivered, keeping in mind that Cheon Myeong would dodge.

That's why he had not fully extended his arm so that he could quickly respond to Cheon Myeong's counterattack, and as a result, he had taken back his sword faster than Cheon Myeong and had already finished preparing to block the counterattack.

'Co.'

The mont he delivered that fist, he would imdiately show his hidden fangs from this side.

Man Jeokseon thought so and was about to receive Cheon Myeong's fist with the back of his sword.

Bang-!

As if it didn't matter whether Man Jeokseon had hidden his fangs or not, Cheon Myeong delivered a fist to that place.

A loud noise that echoed through the venue as Cheon Myeong's fist and the sword blade collided.

At the sa ti, the expression of Man Jeokseon, who was holding the sword, changed.

'T-this is...!'

As he had wished, Cheon Myeong had attacked exactly where he had aid.

Now, if he were to repel this fist and Cheon Myeong's posture were to be disturbed, he would just have to aim for that opening... but in reality, he could not do so.

"..."

The power of the fist was beyond his expectations.

No matter how much his sword technique was specialized in blocking, this was a level that he could not accept all of.

Sway-.

In the end, the one whose posture was disturbed was not Cheon Myeong, but Man Jeokseon.

Although it had looked like just an ordinary thrust, to think that it had such power, in the end, Man Jeokseon could not withstand Cheon Myeong's single blow and had no choice but to be pushed back as if he had been repelled.

'Didn't Cheon Myeong use a sword technique?'

But the fist that Cheon Myeong had shown just now was by no ans the fist of a swordsman.

The fist of a fist master who had used fist techniques for a long ti.

Since Man Jeokseon had felt that power with his whole body behind the sword he had blocked, he had a face that still did not understand what on earth had happened.

Tremble-.

The hand that was holding the sword was trembling, and even the sword ki was trembling unstablely.

That ant that the power of the fist he had received just now was considerable.

Before the trembling had even stopped, Man Jeokseon could discover Cheon Myeong, who was rushing at him with red energy in his two fists.

"..."

Man Jeokseon reflexively raised his sword again.

It didn't matter if his hand was trembling or his sword ki was trembling.

If he didn't raise this sword now, wouldn't he have to receive that fist with his own body?

Since it felt as if his bones would be crushed just by imagining it, Man Jeokseon forced himself to raise his sword.

Thump-.

At that mont, the figure of Cheon Myeong, who had been rushing without hesitation, stopped right in front of Man Jeokseon.

"...?"

As Cheon Myeong stopped his movent in front of him without imdiately delivering a fist, a question appeared in Man Jeokseon's head for a mont.

Thump-.

Cheon Myeong, who was openly raising his right foot in front of Man Jeokseon's nose.

At that sight, at the sa ti as Man Jeokseon felt a question, Cheon Myeong slamd the right foot he had raised on the floor.

Crack-!

As Cheon Myeong slamd the floor, a crack began to appear on the floor, with that place as the center, as if an earthquake had occurred.

However, strangely, no crack or vibration was generated in the back of the place where Cheon Myeong's foot was heading, and only in the direction where Cheon Myeong's foot was heading, a crack and vibration were generated in a wide range.

"A-an earthquake!"

As the floor suddenly shook, the people inside were bewildered and shouted.

The people who felt the vibration and rushed out in a hurry.

Since the intensity of the vibration was strong, people who could not maintain their balance and fell also appeared one after another, and the pavilion began to shake as if it would collapse at any mont.

"..."

Even the people in the back were feeling such a vibration, so how would the person who was standing right in front of the epicenter be?

Man Jeokseon also lost his balance and his posture had completely collapsed a long ti ago.

Swoosh-.

At that mont, a fist that was flying to Man Jeokseon's face.

Since Man Jeokseon's posture had been completely disturbed by the vibration just now, he had no way to block Cheon Myeong's fist.

'I-I'm going to die!'

That fist is coming to my face.

A fist with a power to the extent that it made his hand and sword ki tremble even though he had blocked it perfectly.

If he were to receive such a thing with his face, it was clear that he would die instantly without a glimr of possibility.

Squeeze-.

In the end, Man Jeokseon, who closed his two eyes.

But at that mont, Man Jeokseon could hear Cheon Myeong's voice whispering in his ear.

"It's below."

"...?"

Hearing the voice, Man Jeokseon cautiously opened his eyes.

Cheon Myeong, who had taken back the fist that was heading for Man Jeokseon's face and was now holding out a palm strike to his abdon.

Before he could even grasp what this situation was, Cheon Myeong took a step again and delivered a palm strike.

Bang-!

A breaking sound as if the air had exploded.

At the sa ti as such a sound was generated from the palm strike that Cheon Myeong had extended to Man Jeokseon's abdon, Man Jeokseon's figure flew at a trendous speed.

The figure of Man Jeokseon, who had flown to the back, did not slow down at all even after colliding with the seats, and in the end, he flew out of the pavilion, colliding with the people who were standing near the entrance.

"Ugh..."

Such a groan ca out of the mouths of the people who had been thrown out, colliding with Man Jeokseon.

And among them, one person who could not even let out such a groan.

"..."

Man Jeokseon was lying with his limbs stretched out like a dead frog, with his upper garnt completely torn.

(End of Chapter)