The Heavenly Demon Who Reigns Chapter 82 : How to Deal with a Madman (1)

Is this what they call suffocatingly awkward?

No, in a situation like this, it wouldn't be called awkward.

It was murderous.

Cheon Myeong was feeling it once again in this place, the feeling of being right in front of a ferocious beast that had been starving for several days.

"..."

In front of Cheon Myeong's eyes, Cheon Jin was currently sitting on the grand chair.

An expressionless face, but Cheon Myeong could feel the arrogance contained in that expressionless face.

Of course, if a weak person were to make the sa expression, it would be arrogance, but the expression that Cheon Jin was making could be said to be a privilege given only to the strong.

'He's still making that annoying face.'

Was it because this was the second ti, not the first?

While looking at Cheon Jin's face, which others couldn't even look at properly, Cheon Myeong even had the leisure to think so.

'Did I also sit there with that kind of face in the past?'

No, that couldn't be.

Did he also sit with such an unpleasant expression in the past, like a guy who lived for his own good looks?

"..."

Co to think of it, it seed to be the case.

If one were to sit on the grand chair placed there, would one automatically beco arrogant?

Sohow, he felt as if he were looking at his past self, so Cheon Myeong's head naturally bowed.

"...I greet the leader."

Since his head was already bowed, Cheon Myeong greeted Cheon Jin while making a fist.

Naturally, there was still no answer.

To think that even that appearance was the sa as his past self.

As he continued to find similarities between Cheon Jin and his past self, there was no other shock therapy like it.

'If I beco the leader again... this ti, I'll have to be a good leader.'

As his position was reversed, he could understand it keenly.

How unpleasant it was to be stared at with that kind of gaze when he had greeted him.

He had heard that there was sothing called mirror therapy, and he thought that it was probably done in this way.

Cheon Myeong happened to reflect on his past self in this place.

"Raise your head."

"..."

As Cheon Jin said that, Cheon Myeong finally raised his head.

Yes, he had not co here to reflect.

Sohow, Cheon Jin and his past self had overlapped so much that he had been distracted for a mont, but he should not have let go of the string of tension for even a mont.

This place could be said to be inside a dragon's den and a tiger's lair.

No, since it was a place where a more dangerous beast lived, Cheon Myeong held the string of tension tightly again.

"Do you know why you are here?"

He called him, so why was he asking him that?

Anyway, every single word he said was not to his liking... no, this won't do.

Perhaps because he was looking at a guy similar to him, he was reacting more sensitively than usual to every single word.

Cheon Myeong said in a calm voice, suppressing his anger inwardly.

"I don't know."

In fact, he had a rough idea, but there would be no need to tell him that.

If he were to say it unnecessarily, he might try to find fault with sothing.

In front of a starving beast, it was best to just stay still so as not to provoke it.

"...Good."

"..."

"Look at that corpse carefully."

As Cheon Jin said that, Cheon Myeong's gaze went downwards.

He had been quite concerned about it since a while ago.

Because Hwang Dongyeong's corpse had been placed there since before he had entered the inner palace.

Since it was not sothing that should be here, it couldn't help but be noticeable when he had entered.

"Do you rember seeing that corpse?"

Cheon Jin asked him.

Of course, since he had seen Hwang Dongyeong's corpse just a few hours ago, he should have nodded at that question, but generally speaking, it was strange for Cheon Jin to ask him such a question.

'He's testing .'

Cheon Seong had said that he had not ntioned him to Bang Gitae as they had discussed in advance.

If one were to infer this situation based on that, that question was, after all, just a statent that ca from an unfounded guess.

So what he had to say here was...

"I haven't seen it, but... isn't it Hwang Dongyeong, Seong-i's escort?"

Cheon Myeong said slyly.

Although lying in front of the leader would be a felony worthy of death, what did that matter?

As long as he wasn't caught. As long as he wasn't caught.

Then what he was saying now would not be a lie but a fact, so he would not be punished.

'It's too late to turn back.'

If he were to tell the truth now, Cheon Seong would also be hard.

Of course, who would be able to lie so confidently in front of the leader?

But that person was here now, wasn't he?

He was able to lie to Cheon Jin with a nonchalant face.

'I have no intention of revealing all my strength to Cheon Jin.'

The only people he would show his strength to were, after all, people he could trust. And Cheon Jin had not yet entered that rank.

Isn't it natural to be so, from a common sense point of view?

Although he was his father, he had not shown any action that could gain his trust until now.

Rather, he had consistently shown actions that would cause resentnt.

Not only did he kick him out of the main headquarters, but when he had finally returned, he had tried to kill him, and even though he had settled in the main headquarters sohow, he had been neglecting him without any concern until now, so could he really call this person his father?

There was a limit to what could be understood just because they shared the sa blood.

"You seem quite relaxed even after seeing Cheon Seong's escort dead."

"I heard directly from Seong-i what had happened. When I went to the Demonic dical Hall earlier."

"..."

"But still, I didn't think that Hwang Dongyeong's corpse would be here... is this related to the reason why you called ?"

Now, a leisure to be able to ask a question was felt in Cheon Myeong's voice.

However, as if to cut off that leisure at once, Cheon Jin said.

"I don't think that the person who killed Hwang Dongyeong was Cheon Seong."

"..."

"The person who did that was you, Cheon Myeong."

So that's what he was thinking.

Even when he had coordinated his story with Cheon Seong, one fact had been bothering him.

Generally speaking, Cheon Seong's skills would not be enough to kill Hwang Dongyeong.

Although he was the one behind it, since he had to hide that fact, a contradiction had to arise.

'To think that this guy is the one to point out that contradiction.'

He couldn't solve the contradiction because he didn't have ti.

And Cheon Myeong had not thought that Cheon Jin would point out this contradiction.

No, to be precise, he had thought that he would not be interested even if he knew.

Because Cheon Jin had not been interested in external affairs at all until now.

He had thought that it would be the sa this ti and had just let it go even though there was a contradiction... why did he suddenly beco so motivated?

The way he was asking questions from a while ago seed different from the Cheon Jin he knew.

'I have no choice.'

He had already crossed a path he could not return from.

He couldn't say, 'Yes, I did it,' now, could he?

He didn't know what that guy would do for the reason that he had lied to him.

"With all due respect, may I offer a word of advice to you, leader?"

"Speak."

"I did not kill Hwang Dongyeong."

"..."

"The person who killed Hwang Dongyeong was Cheon Seong, I heard so from Seong-i."

Now he really couldn't turn back.

The only way for Cheon Myeong to survive was to win this invisible tug-of-war.

If he were to misstep even a little or if his pulling strength weakened, he could not guarantee what would happen after that.

"Interesting."

Cheon Jin said with a voice that was not interesting at all.

Although Cheon Myeong roughly understood what that ant, he just looked at Cheon Jin without a word, still maintaining a calm expression.

"Look at the sword wound on that corpse's chest."

"...I'm looking."

"What do you think that sword wound is?"

"I don't know that well because my learning is insufficient."

"Good. Then I will tell you myself."

There was no need to tell him.

However, Cheon Jin continued to speak with a face that was not kind at all.

"That sword wound was created by the Mad Dragon Demon Blade."

"..."

"And that too, if it's not at a quite high level, it's impossible to leave such a sword wound."

To think that he could know that fact from the sword wound.

No, since the person who had taught him the Mad Dragon Demon Blade was Cheon Jin, was it natural that he could know that fact?

Hearing those words from Cheon Jin, Cheon Myeong belatedly realized that he had made a mistake.

'I shouldn't have ended it with that there!'

To think that finishing it with the Mad Dragon Demon Blade, saying that he was showing the move to Cheon Seong, would beco such a source of trouble.

If he had known that Cheon Jin could guess the sword technique just from the sword wound, he would not have done such a thing and would have finished it with only basic skills.

No, in the first place, since he had not thought that Cheon Jin would be interested in this incident, he had not thought that far and had perford the sword technique.

Since the only guy in the main headquarters who could guess the sword technique just from the sword wound would be Cheon Jin.

It seed that it was not his own mistake, but that he had just run into a madman on the street.

"Do you think that Cheon Seong can perform a sword technique of that level?"

"...Since I was not at the main headquarters during that ti, I don't know well."

"You don't know... there is no more convenient word than that."

"..."

"And there has been no one who has said that word twice in front of until now."

Cheon Jin said that and got up from the grand chair.

Cheon Myeong saw Cheon Jin get up for the first ti.

A figure that felt much larger than it actually was. It was as if a giant was in front of him.

Of course, Cheon Jin's build was not really that big, but just by getting up from his seat, the pressure felt from Cheon Jin had beco much greater than before.

"There are only three people who have learned the Mad Dragon Demon Blade in the main headquarters."

"..."

". And you and your younger brother."

"...That's right."

"I did not kill this guy. And your younger brother would not have the skills to be able to make such a sword wound."

"..."

"So you killed him. This is my thought."

It was a quite logical argunt.

Especially since he was an existence that could sit on that grand chair, and to have presented evidence like that, didn't it an that he was confident in his own argunt?

Because of that, the gap for Cheon Myeong to escape from that pressure seed to have beco so faint that the expression was not enough.

'I have no choice.'

Do you know what the way to deal with a madman in this world is?

That is to beco a madman yourself.

To the point where the opponent thinks that you are a crazier madman than him.

And, Cheon Myeong decided to beco a madman in this place now, thinking that he was dead.

"There is a contradiction in your argunt, leader."

"A contradiction?"

"You have not seen Seong-i's skills for several years, leader. But how can you say so with such certainty?"

"..."

"Seong-i has been working desperately by himself until now. So the thought that he could have acquired that much skill... doesn't it co to you at all?"

Cheon Myeong said, looking straight into Cheon Jin's eyes.

To think that there was a person who could raise his voice like this in front of Cheon Jin.

At least until now, there had been no one. Except for Cheon Myeong, who was in this place now.

Grin-.

A hollow laugh from Cheon Jin's mouth at the end of a brief silence.

And as if it were nothing, Cheon Jin picked up the sword he had placed by his side.

'...Huh?'

Seeing this, Cheon Myeong montarily realized that sothing was going wrong.

Thwip-.

Cheon Jin swung his sword at a formidable speed. And a red river of energy that was created from the sword he had swung.

'...What kind of guy is he?'

The guy who had taught him how to deal with a madman.

If he t him, he would kill him.

However, looking at the red river of energy that was rushing towards him, it seed that he would die first before that.

'I can't die like a dog like this!'

Thinking so, Cheon Myeong tried to draw the sword he was wearing on his waist.

But what would happen if he were to draw his sword in this place?

Even if he were to sohow block that river of energy, what would happen after that would be a bigger problem.

Flinch-.

Thinking so, his hand, which stopped in the middle. And in Cheon Myeong's sight, only a red brilliance was visible.

(End of Chapter)