The Heavenly Demon Who Reigns Chapter 78 : Practical Training Starts Now

Flinch-.

Hwang Dongyeong frowned as he looked at Cheon Myeong, who was facing him with his sword.

Because the killing of Cheon Seong had been delayed, Cheon Myeong had arrived at the Red Demon Training Ground earlier than planned.

'I have no choice.'

It was sothing that had happened because he had been too relaxed.

He had no choice but to change his original plan and kill Cheon Myeong.

Although he had not yet thought about what would happen after that, for now, he could not let the witness, Cheon Myeong, live.

Thwip-

Hwang Dongyeong, who moved slightly away from Cheon Myeong. And he aid his sword and confronted Cheon Myeong.

'But to think he blocked my sword strike... has he learned martial arts again?'

No matter how carelessly he had swung his sword, the fact that Cheon Myeong had blocked his sword bothered Hwang Dongyeong.

Moreover, when had Cheon Myeong entered the training ground?

Although he had been distracted for a mont by the bird that Cheon Myeong was raising, the fact that he had not noticed that also bothered Hwang Dongyeong.

So for now, Hwang Dongyeong began to silently observe Cheon Myeong and his surroundings, keeping a distance.

"What are you thinking so deeply about?"

At that mont, Cheon Myeong said to Hwang Dongyeong.

"It seems that things are not going as you thought, right?"

"..."

"Well, looking at the situation, it seems that the letter you gave was sothing you made up."

Cheon Myeong's words were correct.

The letter that Cheon Seong was supposed to have given him, Cheon Seong himself did not even know of its existence.

Since it was sothing that Hwang Dongyeong had written to lure Cheon Myeong here, Cheon Seong could not know anything.

Of course, the fact that Cheon Myeong would co to the Red Demon Training Ground earlier than planned was sothing that Hwang Dongyeong had not expected.

"That's right. But you ca earlier than expected."

"What, I ca at the right ti."

"The letter should have said to co around the ti when the hour of the rat passes to the hour of the ox."

"I told you earlier."

"...?"

"I said there was a sll from the letter you gave ."

Cheon Myeong had said that earlier as well. And the fact that he was saying it with a smile as if he were relaxed was not to Hwang Dongyeong's liking.

"What sll have you been talking about since earlier?"

"There is such a thing. A sll that you can naturally sll when you get old."

"..."

To be able to naturally sll it when you get old.

When Cheon Myeong, who looked much younger than him, said that, Hwang Dongyeong was dumbfounded.

"Brother...?"

At that mont, Cheon Seong called Cheon Myeong with a trembling voice from behind.

Why was Cheon Myeong here?

Although he had thought that he wanted to see Cheon Myeong before he died in his heart, it was not that he had wanted to drag Cheon Myeong into the sa danger as him.

"It must be my brother."

"..."

"Have you developed so respect for now?"

To talk in such a playful manner even in this situation.

Cheon Seong barely turned his body and sat up, shouting at Cheon Myeong as if he were angry.

"Why did you co here!"

"...?"

"When did I ask you to save ?"

They say that the one who farted gets angry instead, and there was not a single wrong word in the old sayings.

Why did he have to hear such words when he had saved his life, Cheon Myeong's common sense could not understand at all.

"Why did you have to co and throw away your life!"

"..."

"If soone has to die, it should be ... why does my brother have to die too..."

Although he knew that Cheon Myeong's skills were much better than he had thought, Cheon Seong thought that he would not be a match for Hwang Dongyeong.

The winner and loser had already been clearly decided from the presence or absence of sword ki.

Of course, that would not be all that decided the match, but it was certain that it was an important factor that would sway the winner and loser.

"He's right."

"..."

"If you had co here as written in the letter, you would not have had to die, at least."

Hwang Dongyeong said with a bitter smile.

No matter how much his plan had been disrupted, the reason why Hwang Dongyeong could be so relaxed was only one.

Because he knew that there was a clear skill gap between him and Cheon Myeong.

Even if the two of them, Cheon Myeong and Cheon Seong, who were here, were to attack him at once, they would not be able to beat him.

Moreover, since Cheon Seong's leg was in that state now, the only person who could actually fight was Cheon Myeong alone.

Although the sword he was wearing on his waist did not seem to be a decoration, unlike his expectations, it would not be a match for him.

"Cheon Seong."

"...?"

"It's a good thing. I'm going to start practical training now, so watch and learn well."

Cheon Myeong suddenly said, ignoring Hwang Dongyeong's words.

Even for Cheon Seong, a situation where he could not understand at all what Cheon Myeong was saying to him.

The tears that could have flowed a little while ago were sucked back in.

"No, brother... what on earth is that..."

"One, there are three things that a martial artist should be careful of in the martial world. Won, alcohol, and carelessness."

"..."

What are these three unnatural things?

It was a combination that gave a strong feeling of having been forced to fit in sothing that did not fit properly.

But whether that was the case or not, words continued to flow out of Cheon Myeong's mouth without a break.

"As long as you don't know the opponent's skills accurately, being careless even if the opponent looks weak is sothing that even a drunken monk wouldn't do."

"What are you talking about, brother?"

"And yet, you're careless even after you've already clashed swords? Just with that, you can already grasp the opponent's level to so extent."

"..."

As Cheon Myeong continued to speak as if he were lost in his own world, Cheon Seong gave up on retorting any more.

To think that tears were about to co out of his eyes because of this brother.

As a sense of sha suddenly washed over him, Cheon Seong's head was naturally bowing.

'Now... is he aiming at and saying that?'

As he continued to listen to what Cheon Myeong was saying, Hwang Dongyeong suddenly had that thought.

Then, his brow twitched, and Hwang Dongyeong said to Cheon Myeong with a voice that seed to have forcibly suppressed his anger.

"...Are you saying that I am now doing sothing that even a drunken monk wouldn't do, Young Master Cheon Myeong?"

"Huh? Did I hit a nerve?"

"..."

"That wasn't my intention. I'm sorry if you noticed, I was a little lacking in consideration when I was explaining."

Crack-.

Hwang Dongyeong was very displeased with that tone of voice, which was teasing him while knowing.

Even if he were to praise him, if he were to do it with that tone of voice, he would get quite angry.

And yet, if it was not a praise but a sarcasm?

Hwang Dongyeong now learned for the first ti that he had such an emotional part.

'I'll kill him.'

There was no need to listen to the words of a guy who was going to die anyway.

Although he had thought that Cheon Myeong's leisure might be because he had Soyeon Sang by his side, even after looking around for a long ti, Soyeon Sang's presence was not felt at all.

If so, there would be no need to hesitate any longer in killing Cheon Myeong.

Because of that remark just now, the guilt that had remained even a little had also completely disappeared.

Thwip-.

Hwang Dongyeong rushed at Cheon Myeong and swung his sword.

If Cheon Myeong thought that he would be able to block his attack this ti as well, that was a big mistake.

Because unlike before, he had paid attention to his attack now.

It ant that it was on a different level from the sword strike to cut the breath of the dying Cheon Seong.

'I'll cut off your head in one go!'

And he would kill Cheon Seong next.

Originally, he had planned for Cheon Myeong to discover the dead Cheon Seong and to put all the bla for killing Cheon Seong on Cheon Myeong.

But since his plan had been disrupted, he had no choice.

He had no choice but to kill both of them here and to plan for the future.

Of course, the aftermath would be more difficult than the original plan, but it was not that it was completely impossible.

Rather than that, making him unable to blabber that mouth any more was a priority for Hwang Dongyeong.

Whoosh-.

Hwang Dongyeong's sword strike, which was aiming for Cheon Myeong's neck.

It was a strike that was clearly sharper and nimbler than before.

If one had no skill, it was a strike that could not be dodged by any fluke... it should have been.

"..."

Hwang Dongyeong's two eyes, which had beco bigger than before with surprise. And at the end of such a Hwang Dongyeong's gaze, Cheon Myeong was standing with his sword.

If he had not been able to react and had just been standing with his sword, Hwang Dongyeong would not have been so surprised.

However, Cheon Myeong, who was blocking the sword that had been accurately thrust at his neck.

A movent that could never have been done if he had not known where Hwang Dongyeong was aiming and was thrusting his sword.

'He saw through... where I was aiming?'

That's not all.

No matter how much he had seen through the direction of the attack, to block it so easily.

Hwang Dongyeong felt for a mont that he had been possessed by a ghost.

'Impossible!'

It was a fluke. A once-in-a-lifeti heavenly luck had just worked.

Hwang Dongyeong believed so and swung his sword at Cheon Myeong in another direction.

However, the swords that Hwang Dongyeong swung were all blocked by Cheon Myeong's sword, and Cheon Myeong was even showing the leisure to be able to speak in the process.

"One, a martial artist should never get excited during a duel."

"..."

"If you get excited, your movents beco more monotonous than usual, which ans that if you can make your opponent excited, you can stand on an advantageous high ground before you even fight."

Although Cheon Myeong said that while tallic sounds were flying around, there was no way that that voice would be properly conveyed to Cheon Seong.

Rather than that, Cheon Seong felt that he was seeing sothing in vain now.

If not, how could Cheon Myeong block Hwang Dongyeong's sword?

And that too, he was blocking it leisurely, not with force, so it was even more unbelievable that that sight was real.

'What is this...!'

The more he swung his sword, the more bewildered Hwang Dongyeong beca.

Is this really right?

This feeling of hitting a huge wall, Hwang Dongyeong had never thought that he would feel it from Cheon Myeong.

"..."

At that mont, Hwang Dongyeong, who was startled and retreated.

He retreated as if he were running away to a place much farther than before.

'I... retreated?'

Hwang Dongyeong had no choice but to stop his attack and retreat.

Because his instinct had made his body move.

The sense of being able to sense killing intent during a duel was a great help on a regular basis, but the problem was why on earth that sense had been activated now.

And leaving behind Hwang Dongyeong, who was still puzzled, Cheon Myeong's education continued.

"One, if you use killing intent appropriately, you can make your opponent retreat like just now."

"..."

"Since it's also important to develop a sense of being able to feel killing intent to dodge your opponent's attack, you should hone it on a regular basis."

Cheon Myeong said that and turned his head to the side where Cheon Seong was.

Then, Cheon Seong, who was looking at him with a dazed appearance.

Seeing this, Cheon Myeong sighed.

"Are you listening properly? This is a precious education that you can't listen to even if you give a billion gold."

"..."

"Well, is it too early for you to have an education on killing intent?"

Cheon Myeong said that and seed to be thinking deeply about sothing.

And as if a good idea had co to him, he turned his head to the front again.

"Okay, then I'll give you an education that you'll be interested in."

"..."

"The Mad Dragon Demon Blade you perford in front of before. That's not the Mad Dragon Demon Blade."

"...?"

"The real one... is this."

Woong-!

At that mont, a red sword ki clearly flickered from Cheon Myeong's sword.

Seeing this, Cheon Seong could not close his open mouth, and that was the sa for Hwang Dongyeong, who was facing Cheon Myeong.

'S-sword ki...?'

Although it was a little different from the general form, what was on Cheon Myeong's sword was undoubtedly sword ki.

Confirming that fact, a sound similar to a sigh ca out of Hwang Dongyeong's open mouth, and in the anti, Cheon Myeong rushed at Hwang Dongyeong.

"..."

Cheon Myeong, who was rushing at him with a trendous montum.

Hwang Dongyeong belatedly ford his sword ki and swung his sword at the approaching Cheon Myeong.

Slash-.

The sound of soone's flesh being cut.

Cheon Myeong instantly passed through Hwang Dongyeong and stopped behind him.

Drip-.

At the sa ti, a bloodstain that appeared on Hwang Dongyeong's chest. It was the trace of a mad dragon's bite.

Although it seed that a little blood was flowing at first, a trendous amount of blood was soon scattered on the floor, and Hwang Dongyeong fell on top of the place where his blood had been shed.

Thud-.

As Hwang Dongyeong fell to the floor, Cheon Myeong turned his head to that side.

Then, the figure of Cheon Seong, who was looking at him with his mouth open wider than before, was visible, and Cheon Myeong said to such a Cheon Seong with a calm voice.

"This is the Mad Dragon Demon Blade."

"..."

"Any questions?"

Teacher, the pace is too fast.

Although Cheon Seong wanted to say that, he could not say so because his open mouth would not close.

(End of Chapter)