The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 144

The cliff was high, just as the Sect Leader had worried.

But for Cheon Woojin, it was a good thing. Since the village could be seen at a glance, it was rather easy to find the way.

Cheon Woojin, who had fallen to the middle of the cliff, suddenly pushed off the cliff face.

Like an arrow shot from a taut bowstring, Cheon Woojin moved parallel to the ground.

Using the mystery of the Void-Traversing Step, he kicked off the air several tis in the middle. Without the obstruction of trees and buildings, as he moved in a straight line in the air with the night wind as his companion, the sight of the Martial Alliance's Qinghai branch soon ca into view.

The Qinghai branch was very simple in scale.

Not only the incredibly huge main headquarters, but even compared to the Sichuan branch, the land was small, and there were only a few halls.

The peculiar thing was that those few halls were built with a rather wide distance between them.

'A branch built with the thought of being burned down...'

The White Master had said that the Martial Alliance thought of the Qinghai branch and the Kunlun Sect that way. Since their role was to buy as much ti as possible when the Demonic Cult went on a rampage and attacked, the distance between the halls was widened so that the fire would spread slowly.

Thinking so, Cheon Woojin descended in front of the Qinghai branch.

Originally, he would have started by first sending his Crescent Moon Staff flying and killing a few of the attackers.

But this ti, he could not do so.

As Cheon Woojin entered with calm steps, the fifty or sixty martial artists who were confronting each other amidst the burning halls all sent their gazes at once.

Half were demonic people, and half were martial artists of the Martial Alliance.

The demonic people were each holding a hostage, and the hostages were all people who had not learned martial arts. They must have been the nearby common people who were employed and worked at the Qinghai branch, such as maids, laborers, physicians, and cooks.

"P-please save ..."

A maid shed tears like chicken droppings. A dagger aid by a demonic person was placed on her neck. If he put just a little more force there, her blood vessels would be cut, and she would die instantly.

Cheon Woojin gripped and released his Crescent Moon Staff for a mont and then sent a telepathic ssage to the Chief Strategist.

- Is this retaliation for the previous incident?

- It’s retaliation and at the sa ti a show of force. That even though the cult leader is dead, the Demonic Cult is still strong.

The Sima Hui Chief Strategist had judged so.

The Demonic Cult had tried to hide the death of the Demonic Cult Leader by even spreading the Heavenly Net, but it had eventually been revealed. Therefore, they were further showing off their strength and keeping the movents of the Martial Alliance and the Black Plaque Star in check.

The White Sword Hall Master was guarding the Chief Strategist's side. As befitting a man called the sword of the Martial Alliance, he was a master with a martial prowess close to Heaven Beyond Heaven.

Cheon Woojin also joined them. Looking at the demonic people from this position, a sigh naturally ca out.

After Cheon Woojin's appearance, the demonic people exchanged glances and then widened their distance from each other.

They were conscious of Cheon Woojin and the White Sword Hall Master's speed. It was an attitude of killing all the remaining hostages even if they rushed in and saved a couple of hostages in an instant.

"What do they want?"

There must have been a purpose for staging such a hostage situation.

The one who answered Cheon Woojin's question was not Sima Hui, but the Demonic Cult side.

"So you're the Emotionless Guest."

It was a very unpleasant voice mixed with a tallic sound.

Cheon Woojin frowned and looked at him. He was an old man with many liver spots, but his pupils were as red as blood, creating a strange atmosphere.

"It's a pleasure. I am the uncle of Yeo Hurak, who died at your hands in the Heavenly Net."

"I don't know. Most of them were killed before I even heard their nas."

"..."

The old man with blood-red eyes stared at Cheon Woojin.

Although there were no words, it was certain that his mood was greatly displeased.

"Kill one of the hostages."

The old man ordered a demonic person.

It was the demonic person who had taken the maid who had been crying and asking to be saved a mont ago as a hostage. As soon as the order was given, he carelessly threw the maid he was holding into the burning hall.

"Kyaaaak!"

Her scream continued for a long ti.

But there was no pain of being burned.

The mont the demonic person had thrown her, Cheon Woojin had pulled her with the mystery of telekinesis.

"Th-thank..."

Before her thanks could even finish, Cheon Woojin sent her to the Chief Strategist behind him and stared at the old man with blood-red eyes.

He was still not saying what he wanted. Usually, those who took hostages ant that the situation was that urgent, but it was unusual for them to drag on for so long.

The Sima Hui Chief Strategist also seed to have had a similar thought.

- Commander, it seems their purpose is not here. Right now, you and the White Sword Hall Master, who can be called the top masters in Qinghai, are all caught here. Then what they are ultimately aiming for is...

Striking the east while making a sound in the west.

It ant to shout in the east and strike the west.

Naturally, the east would be the Martial Alliance's Qinghai branch, and the west was...

The gazes of Cheon Woojin, the White Sword Hall Master, and the Chief Strategist simultaneously turned to Mount Kunlun. Soon, a huge fla, incomparable to the one at the Qinghai branch here, began to burn.

Seeing that the fire was burning so fiercely even on a rocky mountain with few trees, a huge amount of oil must have been poured.

The fierce hostility of wanting to erase Mount Kunlun itself from the map was felt intact.

"Don't even think of going. If even one of you moves, all the people here will be killed."

The old man with blood-red eyes let out a cackle. The Orthodox Path guys were truly weak. Wasn't this pathetic situation happening because they were putting up a pretense of hypocrisy, talking about so useless chivalry?

Regardless, Cheon Woojin spread his ki sense and counted the number of hostages who were not visible.

'Thirty-seven, eight...'

Excluding the maid he had just saved, there were thirty-nine hostages. Even if he shot out the Crane Feather Wind Flash at once and then threw himself in, he could only save thirty.

- How many can you save?

Cheon Woojin sent a telepathic ssage to the White Sword Hall Master.

The White Sword Hall Master, while hiding his expression and surveying the situation, soon answered.

- At most, five.

In the end, four would be left.

Cheon Woojin contemplated for a mont.

If he sacrificed just four, he could save everyone. Although that thought ca to his head, his body did not move easily. The ideologies he had been taught by his two masters were fiercely clashing in his head.

The old man with blood-red eyes, who had been constantly laughing, suddenly had this thought.

If he brought the bodies of the Emotionless Guest and the White Sword Hall Master, wouldn't the young master of the Yeo family be able to get one step closer to the throne of the cult leader?

The contemplation was short. The Demonic Cult of the present was in a period of great chaos. The young masters were fighting a bloody war, and it was clear that if they could not kill, they would all be killed.

"If the two of you co to us with your entire body's acupoints sealed, I will release all the hostages. It's a bit embarrassing to hold these idiots who don't even know martial arts like this."

Sima Hui imdiately objected.

No matter how much of a Cheon Woojin and a White Sword Hall Master they were, they could not face a martial artist with their internal energy sealed. That was the common sense of the martial world, and it was like an immutable truth.

The Hidden Dragon Unit mbers and the martial artists of the Kunlun Sect in Mount Kunlun, the Postal Hall Master, the Divine Doctor, and the people held hostage here.

They were all precious people. But in a situation where a war might break out, they were not as important as one Cheon Woojin, a martial artist of Heaven Beyond Heaven.

He could be cursed as a pragmatist, heartless, and cruel, and be pointed at, but it was the best judgnt he could make as a strategist.

"Above all, there is no guarantee that they will release the hostages."

The Chief Strategist added so.

Nevertheless, Cheon Woojin did not hear his words.

It was because two noisy voices were filling his head right now.

- Hostages or whatever, just kill them all, Woojin. How can this disciple of the Black Master be played by those bastards!

- Woojin, there is no chivalry for a martial artist who ignores the sacrifice of the weak. If you just want to kill, how are you different from those guys in front?

- You hypocritical White family guy, then what are you saying we should do in this situation? Do you have a good thod?

- to How can the thod always be visible? Nevertheless, we are called the Orthodox Path because we do not give up. If you only want to walk the easy path, what need is there for ideology and conviction?

- Damn it, this is why I said not to send him to the Martial Alliance.

Cheon Woojin suddenly felt a headache from the constantly pouring words. It was always like this. He loved his two masters very much, but their opinions were always at opposite poles.

The choice was painful, and no matter which choice he made, it was not easy to satisfy both of them at the sa ti.

Cheon Woojin, feeling the growing headache, suddenly threw his Crescent Moon Staff and Crane Feather Fan on the ground.

At that, the voices of his two masters disappeared as if washed away.

"Commander?"

The Chief Strategist's worried voice was heard from behind.

Regardless, Cheon Woojin, having thrown away all his weapons, stretched his two hands towards the demonic people.

Even at that light movent, the demonic people flinched greatly.

"Shall I seal the acupoints myself?"

"...Go and seal the acupoints."

The old man with blood-red eyes ordered his subordinate next to him.

He, with a face that said, "Why did I have to be the one?", sluggishly approached Cheon Woojin. The reputation of the Emotionless Guest had already been transmitted to the Demonic Cult.

The demonic person, unable to et Cheon Woojin's eyes, began to seal Cheon Woojin's entire body's acupoints with his gaze half-lowered.

Soon, after checking several tis, he nodded towards the old man with blood-red eyes.

"Keke, release half of the hostages. You, co here at once."

And so, Cheon Woojin and half of the hostages were exchanged.

Since Cheon Woojin had stepped forward first, the White Sword Hall Master was in a situation where he could not hold out.

The White Sword Hall Master also, with his entire body's acupoints sealed, crossed over to the demonic people's side, and the old man with blood-red eyes, after releasing the hostages, slowly retreated, repeatedly warning the martial artists of the Qinghai branch.

"If you approach, I will kill these two at once, so know that. Keke."

Thanks to that, the Chief Strategist and the martial artists of the Qinghai branch could only watch the receding Cheon Woojin and the White Sword Hall Master.

The hostages, in their joy and relief of being alive, ran like mad, and there were even those who fell because their legs gave out.

Watching the scene, the White Sword Hall Master suddenly said in a half-resigned voice. Since his internal energy was completely sealed, he could not even send a telepathic ssage.

"Hey, Hidden Dragon Unit Commander. Is there a way? Or are we going to die like this?"

Cheon Woojin was silent. He just let his body be pulled by the demonic people and was dragged away.

How much ti had passed like that?

The distance from the Qinghai branch had beco quite far. It seed the Martial Alliance mbers had started to suppress the fire demon, as the flas had also subsided quite a bit.

Cheon Woojin, who had confird this, suddenly grabbed the wrist of the demonic person who was dragging him.

"What?"

The demonic person no longer feared Cheon Woojin. It was because a martial artist whose internal energy was completely sealed was no different from a ruffian who was said to be quite strong in a small neighborhood.

Soon, the demonic person raised his internal energy and pulled his caught wrist. To think that the day would co when he would show the difference in strength to a martial artist of Heaven Beyond Heaven.

Just as he was having that pleasant thought.

"..."

The caught wrist did not budge.

It was the sa even when he raised his internal energy further.

Cheon Woojin looked at the demonic person with a dry gaze and then, snatching the sword from his waist, pierced his chest.

It was sothing that had happened in an instant.

"Wh-what? Don't tell you were acting?"

The White Sword Hall Master asked in surprise.

Cheon Woojin shook his head. It was true that his internal energy was completely sealed.

- White family guy! Did you teach that guy martial arts? Did you forget that you promised to teach him the heart thod when he turned seven?

- Black Master, what nonsense are you spouting again?

- ...You didn't teach him? Then how did he pull out the tree?

Cheon Woojin, recalling the incident when he was six, roughly pushed the chin of the approaching demonic person with his palm.

The demonic person's chin was crushed, and he died on the spot.

Next, he crushed his ribs and broke his limbs.

When a sword rushed in, he hit its side and broke it, and then, grabbing the blade, he stabbed the neck of the guy next to him.

The demonic people began to flinch.

Regardless, Cheon Woojin once again grabbed the wrist of a demonic person. He tried to pull it out using his internal energy, but it did not budge, as if it were bound by a shackle made of ten-thousand-year cold iron.

"M-monster..."

Cheon Woojin looked into the demonic person's pupils calmly and then stretched out his hand again. Soon, Cheon Woojin's rough hand, which did not contain a single bit of internal energy, twisted his neck.

The demonic person, whose neck was bent in a strange direction, was scattered on the ground.

.

.

.

Had it been about a quarter of an hour?

The surroundings were filled with blood and corpses.

He had killed about twenty people without a single bit of internal energy.

The remaining ten or so had run away. They had run away in a state of terror, as if they had seen sothing that was not human.

Cheon Woojin walked towards the Qinghai branch and told the martial artists to release his acupoints. The martial artists released his acupoints with half-dazed expressions.

Soon, Cheon Woojin headed straight for Mount Kunlun.

* * *

The cliff of Mount Kunlun felt steeper when climbing than when descending. Moreover, since the surroundings were a sea of fire, it was not easy for an ordinary martial artist to even approach.

But Cheon Woojin, without a mont's hesitation, repeatedly kicked off the cliff and leaped.

Song Yiyeon, Jinun, and Namgung Jin.

The faces of the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers, the Postal Hall Master, the Divine Doctor, and the Poisonous Hand flashed through his mind in turn.

The last face that ca to mind was that of the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect. The one who had spoken of the sorrow of the Kunlun Sect's history and had at the sa ti expressed his gratitude.

He climbed the cliff in an instant and descended at the entrance of the Kunlun Sect.

The halls had all collapsed, and the river of blood and the fierce flas were dyeing the Kunlun Sect all red.

A truly tragic scene unfolded.

"..."

At Cheon Woojin's appearance, the demonic people flinched greatly.

The Hidden Dragon Unit mbers were also in a half-tattered state. The three who had fortunately survived looked at Cheon Woojin with eyes that were a deep mix of relief and sadness.

But Cheon Woojin's gaze was directed elsewhere.

Before descending the cliff, the Sect Leader who had spoken of the sorrow of the Kunlun Sect was lying on the ground, looking at Cheon Woojin. His torso was cut in half, and his eyes were more resentful and sorrowful than ever before.

(End of Chapter)