The Heavenly Demon Who Reigns Chapter 137 : I've Come to Watch (1)

Hup-!

Throughout the training ground, people were taking synchronized movents with shouts of spirit.

This was the Eighth Grinding Training Ground.

As its na suggests, it was a place that existed solely for the training of the Eighth Grinding Squad.

"..."

Jeonjong stood in a corner and was observing the mbers who were training.

Although it was called training, in reality, Jeonjong did not teach them anything.

The role of the leader was, by all ans, managent and supervision.

Of course, if he felt like it, it wouldn't matter if he taught them himself, but usually, he would just observe the progress of the training like this.

"...Hmph."

At that mont, a small laugh ca from Jeonjong's lips as he looked at the mbers.

As large as the training ground was, there were a large number of people filling it.

He couldn't help but laugh when he thought that he was the commander of those nurous people.

'Yes, I am the leader of the Eighth Grinding Squad.'

Those personnel move only by his command.

Of course, although there is a being called the leader at the very top, the one who gives orders to them on the spot is the leader.

The leader just watches from a far-off high place. It ans that if he just puts his mind to it, he can give a command that is contrary to the leader's command on the spot.

'Heo Cham, I wanted to show that guy how great of a position I have reached.'

Since that guy was locked up in the prison, it was just a pity that he couldn't show him this sight.

The expression he had seen last ti was also good, but if he ca here, he would be able to show him a better expression.

"No, that's enough."

Seeing that guy once was enough.

Is there a need to look back twice at the dirt he had stepped on to climb the mountain?

He would just have to walk while looking only up.

"Leader!"

At that mont, a man ran to Jeonjong with urgent footsteps.

"...?"

At the voice that seed to be looking for him, Jeonjong released his crossed arms and stood up straight, and silently looked at the man who had stopped in front of him.

"A guest has co to the Eighth Grinding Training Ground!"

"A guest?"

Although it was not that there were no cases where guests ca here, they did not make such a fuss every ti.

Seeing that, is the guest who has co now a pretty great person?

Jeonjong thought so inwardly and asked the man.

"Who on earth is it that you are making such a fuss?"

"It's Young Master Cheon Myeong!"

"Cheon Myeong?"

For a mont, Jeonjong tilted his head, but he could imdiately recall that na.

'Young Master Cheon Myeong has co to the Eighth Grinding Training Ground?'

Recently, not only in the main headquarters but also in the areas where the hands of the Demonic Cult reached, there would be no one who did not know the na Cheon Myeong.

The majesty of Cheon Myeong that he had shown at the Heavenly Demon Festival was enough to be on people's lips, and the local dignitaries who were there at that ti had returned to their hotowns and spread the rumor widely.

A rumor is bound to be exaggerated several tis over than the original.

Since the main character of that rumor had co to the Eighth Grinding Training Ground, it was natural for the man to make such a fuss.

"Yes! It's that Young Master Cheon Myeong!"

"..."

"According to the rumors, he has already awakened the realm of the ultimate demon..."

"Shut up!"

As Jeonjong shouted, the man covered his mouth with his two hands.

The man who had beco quiet.

Only then could Jeonjong organize his thoughts again.

'For what purpose on earth did he co here?'

Cheon Myeong's visit was, of course, unusual.

There had never been a case where Cheon Myeong had visited the Eighth Grinding Training Ground, and there was no particular reason for him to visit.

Usually, it was either the leader of another unit who ca for business, or sotis soone from a place like the gatehouse who ca for personnel replenishnt...

As no particular reason ca to mind, Jeonjong looked at the man and asked.

"For what reason did Young Master Cheon Myeong co here?"

"I don't know that much either..."

"You an you didn't ask that important thing first?"

"I-I'm sorry! As soon as I heard Young Master Cheon Myeong's na, my mind went blank..."

Tsk-.

Jeonjong clicked his tongue and walked past the man.

'I should go and greet him first.'

In the past, he would have told him to bring Cheon Myeong here.

However, Jeonjong had also seen that duel at the Heavenly Demon Festival with his own two eyes.

In the past, Cheon Myeong was just a bug that he didn't need to care about, but now he could be said to be a sea serpent holding a wish-granting jewel.

Since that sea serpent had co here on its own, it would be appropriate to go out and greet him with open arms.

'This is an opportunity.'

An opportunity to imprint his existence on Cheon Myeong if he does it well.

If that happened, he might not end up as just the leader of the Eighth Grinding Squad.

A higher position.

As long as Cheon Myeong had erged as a strong candidate for the young leader, Jeonjong's judgnt was that there would be no loss in showing himself well to Cheon Myeong.

'He's over there!'

As he walked towards the entrance, a young man with a familiar appearance was standing there.

Jeonjong imdiately approached that side, took a fist salute, and bowed his head.

"Hello."

"...?"

"I am Jeonjong, the leader of the Eighth Grinding Squad."

"Ah."

As Jeonjong introduced himself, a small exclamation ca out of Cheon Myeong's mouth.

"A man told to wait for a mont, but I didn't think the leader would co himself."

"Since Young Master Cheon Myeong has co, it is natural for , the leader, to co out and greet you."

Jeonjong said that and smiled a friendly smile.

"By the way, for what reason have you personally co to the Eighth Grinding Training Ground, Young Master?"

"There's no particular reason. I just ca because it caught my eye as I was passing by."

"Ah, is that so?"

"Still, I have heard of the reputation of the Eighth Grinding Squad. So I would like to take a look inside for a mont. Would that be okay?"

For a mont, a strange light flashed in Jeonjong's eyes.

Cheon Myeong's words would by no ans an that he simply wanted to look around the inside of the Eighth Grinding Training Ground.

What Cheon Myeong wanted to see was the appearance of the mbers who were training in the Eighth Grinding Training Ground now.

In other words, it ant that he wanted to check with his own two eyes how much the military power of the Eighth Grinding Squad was.

'No way...'

At that mont, a certain guess ca to Jeonjong's mind.

Why would Cheon Myeong want to see the military power of the Eighth Grinding Squad?

There would be only one reason.

Didn't he co with the intention of checking the military power of the Eighth Grinding Squad with his own two eyes, and if he liked it, he would draw the Eighth Grinding Squad into his own power?

'He must have co with that thought!'

Anyone in the main headquarters could know that the competition for the young leader candidate would intensify starting from the Heavenly Demon Festival.

If so, this could be said to be an opportunity.

If he were to side with one of the candidates in advance, he might be able to occupy a higher position later.

'If I show the majesty of the Eighth Grinding Squad properly on this occasion, I might be able to win the Young Master's favor!'

And that would also lead to his evaluation as the leader of the Eighth Grinding Squad.

An opportunity to side with Cheon Myeong, who had risen rapidly starting from the Heavenly Demon Festival.

Jeonjong felt that he should never miss this golden opportunity.

"Of course! No, rather, it's an honor!"

"..."

"To be able to show the Eighth Grinding Squad to Young Master Cheon Myeong. It can be said to be the greatest achievent since I beca the leader of the Eighth Grinding Squad!"

Jeonjong flattered Cheon Myeong with all sorts of flowery words.

Cheon Myeong, who was silently watching him. And soon, he opened his mouth with a light smile.

"Thank you. Then let's take a look inside."

Cheon Myeong said that and was about to go inside.

However, at that mont, Jeonjong hurriedly stood as if to block Cheon Myeong's path.

"If it's not a bother, may I guide you, Young Master?"

"You must be busy, Leader, so there's no need for that."

"No! Please let play that role."

"...Alright."

As Cheon Myeong said that, Jeonjong's face brightened.

"Thank you! Then this way..."

"..."

Grin-.

Behind Jeonjong, who was walking ahead, Cheon Myeong was smiling with a aningful smile.

***

Swish-.

In the Eighth Grinding Training Ground, about thirty people were swinging their swords in unison.

And Cheon Myeong, who was watching them while sitting on a chair.

Originally, he had planned to just walk around and look, but since Jeonjong had even prepared a chair and had earnestly asked him to sit down, it had ended up like this.

"Young Master, how is it?"

At that mont, Jeonjong, who was standing next to Cheon Myeong, asked.

An expectation felt from his voice.

It was a question that felt as if a parent were asking about their own child.

"As expected of the Eighth Grinding Squad. Everyone is excellent."

"Is that so? I don't know what to do with myself now that you've said so, Young Master."

"..."

"I'm just showing you a training demonstration by picking so personnel. I'm glad that you seem to like it."

He picked them appropriately?

For that, he had been earnestly ordering his subordinate sothing earlier.

'Are the thirty people in front of the elite of the Eighth Grinding Squad?'

It seed that Jeonjong wanted to make him think that the thirty people here were the average of the Eighth Grinding Squad, but unfortunately, that intention was already revealed.

Well, even if he hadn't known that fact, this sword dance-like demonstration was boring all the sa.

'Yawn... when on earth will this end?'

He was on the verge of yawning as he continued to watch that sword dance.

He wanted to end this farce-like act quickly and get straight to the point.

However, since he could ruin things if he hurried, Cheon Myeong had no choice but to endure it even if it was boring.

Thump-.

At that mont, the thirty people stopped their movents all at once.

Seeing that, Cheon Myeong's face naturally brightened.

Cheon Myeong clapped his hands appropriately and said.

"I've seen it well. It was a very excellent demonstration."

"Young Master, if you're okay with it, shall I show you a demonstration duel as well?"

"...?"

Is he crazy?

For a mont, Cheon Myeong felt like that curse would co out of his mouth, but he barely swallowed it and said to Jeonjong.

"It's okay. I think I have already confird the skills of the Eighth Grinding Squad with my own two eyes."

"Ah... is that so?"

As Cheon Myeong said that, a voice full of disappointnt ca out of Jeonjong's mouth.

"Then is there perhaps sothing you would like to see?"

Although he had picked the elite of the Eighth Grinding Squad and had shown so skills in front of Cheon Myeong, it felt like sothing was lacking with this.

A feeling that he would not be able to be chosen by Cheon Myeong like this.

In order to surely win Cheon Myeong's favor, Jeonjong could not let Cheon Myeong go like this.

"Hmm..."

At Jeonjong's question, Cheon Myeong maintained his silence as if he were thinking for a mont.

Thump-.

At that mont, Cheon Myeong, who lightly clapped his palms as if sothing had co to mind.

And looking at Jeonjong, Cheon Myeong said.

"Co to think of it, there is one thing I would like to try."

"Sothing you would like to try? What is it?"

Whatever it was, Jeonjong was planning to grant all of Cheon Myeong's requests.

Of course, he couldn't grant a really absurd request, but if it was to the extent that it would end with him taking so loss, it would be okay to grant it.

All of this would beco blood and flesh for his position in the future.

"My body feels stiff from just watching like this."

"...?"

"How about it, Leader? Would you like to have a match with ?"

"...Yes?"

"A duel. A duel."

The face of Cheon Myeong, who was asking, felt like that of an innocent child.

(End of Chapter)