The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 154

Yongin County, a village located on the border of Sichuan and Yunnan.

If this last front line of Yunnan were to be breached by foreign enemies, the mainland of the Central Plains would be given up in an instant.

For that reason, the Martial Alliance paid special attention to the front line of Yongin County. Several commander-level personnel were deployed, and many martial artists were dispatched from nearby sects.

Crucially, the Ei Sect, a mber of the Nine Sects, stepped forward. Since they were those who had settled in Mount Ei in Sichuan, they were also in a situation where they would be the first to suffer damage if Yongin County were to be breached.

"That bitch! Kill that bitch!"

"Don't kill her, bring her to . It's been a long ti since I've held a woman's hand, and I miss it."

Rough words flew out from all over. The martial artists of the Southern Barbarians, with their dark tanned skin, were spewing all sorts of vulgar insults at the nuns of the Ei Sect.

To be so furiously angry ant that what they wanted was not going well.

Although the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace had arrived at Yongin in one go, starting from Xishuangbanna, the southernmost tip of Yunnan, and passing through the Ailao Mountains and Kunming. They were having trouble breaking the spirit and demon-subduing spirit of the Ei Sect's nuns.

"Disciples, do not be swayed by the enemy's provocations and deal with them calmly. If a dog barks, and you bark back, you are not a human."

At the center of it was the Sect Leader, the Jinwol Abbess.

The Ei Sect was a rare Buddhist sect that used swords.

Every ti her sword cut through the air, the martial artists of the Southern Barbarians fell, bleeding.

In the martial world, there had long been a perception that a woman's sword was softer and more elegant than a man's. But in that era, there were few who would say such a thing.

It was because of just two people.

The Jinwol Abbess of the Ei Sect and the Sword Princess of the Namgung family had shattered such a prejudice.

"As long as I stand here, the beasts of the south will never be able to set foot on the land of Sichuan!"

The Jinwol Abbess, who had killed another martial artist, let out a lion's roar. The majestic internal energy unique to Buddhist martial arts spread widely to every corner of the battlefield.

The martial artists of the Southern Barbarians trembled once. She was a woman of a different caliber from the martial artists of the Central Plains they had faced so far.

It was the Jinwol Abbess, wearing a dharma robe, swinging a sword with one hand and constantly unleashing palm energy with the other.

Nevertheless, her breathing and pupils did not tremble in the slightest, so even the martial artists of the Southern Barbarians, who prided themselves on being the manliest of n, were stealthily avoiding her and only picking fights with others.

It was then.

The Jinwol Abbess, who had been pouring out palm energy to the front, stopped abruptly.

Although the martial artists of the Southern Barbarians were quite afraid of her, she had been saving five-tenths of her internal energy all along.

It was because the middle-aged man, who was watching the martial artists of the Southern Barbarians fight from a short distance with a lofty air, kept bothering her.

'Is he finally stepping forward?'

Although she had hoped he wouldn't, he was finally walking onto the battlefield. His huge physique, bursting muscles, and the eyes and atmosphere that resembled a fierce beast.

It felt as if a sturdy black leopard was leisurely approaching this place.

"Are you the master of these beasts?"

The Jinwol Abbess deliberately used harsh vocabulary.

Nevertheless, the middle-aged man just responded without any agitation.

"That's right. I am the king of these fierce beasts."

The Jinwol Abbess inwardly sighed.

Her ominous premonition was correct. That man was none other than the palace lord of the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace, Cheon Yong. Jinwol herself could not face the palace lord, who was known to be a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven.

"Are you the sect leader of the Ei Sect? You are as beautiful as I have heard. There is a softness that is hard to see in the won of the Southern Barbarians."

It was a truly insulting statent for the head of a faction to hear. Nevertheless, the highly cultivated Jinwol Abbess did not waver in the slightest. Since she had told her disciples not to be agitated, how could she be shaken?

She just looked at the palace lord with calm eyes and thought.

'A faction that has lost its leader is bound to lose its will.'

She could not gain an advantage against the palace lord. It was because the Jinwol Abbess had not yet seen the realm of Heaven Beyond Heaven.

But if she really used that one chance, couldn't she aim for a mutual destruction?

If she succeeded, the beasts of the south who had lost their leader would lose their way and return to their holand.

The Jinwol Abbess readjusted her grip on her sword.

Even though she had decided on mutual destruction, there was no sign of it on her face. The one who could accept death with a calm heart even in the face of it was the head of the Ei Sect.

- Disciples, listen.

The Jinwol Abbess sent a telepathic ssage to the disciples of the Ei Sect.

At the unusually subdued voice, the nuns of the Ei Sect guessed what their great master was about to say. They felt their hearts welling up and tears about to pour out, but they held it in. Even though they were young, they were also monks of the Ei Sect.

- If I kill the palace lord, the disciples are to retreat imdiately with the Alliance mbers. There is no need to look back. Just as you have always done, if you walk steadily, looking at only one place, in the end, a light will be waiting for the disciples.

This was not just about this battle, but a last will that would show the disciples the direction in their future lives.

It was a sorry thing for the Alliance Leader and the Chief Strategist. Although all of Ei should have risked their lives to kill even one of them. But to Jinwol, her disciples were more precious.

"Palace Lord, how about we settle this battle with a match between you and ?"

The Beast Palace Lord, Cheon Yong, showed a thick smile. He was a man who lived with the words 'manliness' on his lips more than anyone. Although it was not known if he was truly manly, at least what he pursued was so.

He felt that this situation was quite a manly situation. There was no possibility that he would lose. To defeat the head of the Ei Sect, a mber of the Nine Sects, in front of everyone and advance into the Central Plains. What a brilliant thing this was.

"Good. The fierce beasts of the south are not to interfere in the fight between and that woman. If there is any unmanly person who dares to disobey my order, I will tear out his lower body while he is alive and kill him."

Cheon Yong, who had said so, took one step, two steps towards the Jinwol Abbess. Every ti he took a step, the montum that had risen like a haze over his shoulders grew larger.

The Jinwol Abbess's sword-wielding hand trembled slightly. It was the first ti she had faced a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven so head-on. It was a more coercive and dangerous energy than she had thought.

'Amitabha...'

The Jinwol Abbess, who had exclaid the Buddhist chant, aid her sword with a determined heart. The Beast Palace Lord also clenched his fists, which were clearly covered in fist energy.

Soon, the two rushed towards each other.

The distance, which had been quite far, narrowed in an instant.

The sword and the fist t in the middle, creating a ki wave.

Unfortunately, it was the Jinwol Abbess's sword that was swallowed by the ki wave. The sword body began to shatter from the tip. Soon, the sword she held had only the hilt left, and everything else had disappeared.

Even after completely evaporating the long blade, the Beast Palace Lord's fist still had its montum. His fist, imbued with a sinister energy, was aid at the Jinwol Abbess's face.

The Jinwol Abbess did not avoid it. Although it was a situation where any human would feel a primal fear, her ntal cultivation had long surpassed the realm of an ordinary person. Death could not make her afraid.

Perhaps because she was facing death, the world felt as if it had slowed down. While calmly staring at the fist, she raised her foot and kicked up. Instead of protecting her face with her protective ki, she gathered every bit of her energy into the tip of her foot. She planned to cut him in half, starting from the symbol of the manliness he so loved, all the way to the top of his head.

Even if she couldn't kill him, he wouldn't be able to speak of manliness for the rest of his life. The Jinwol Abbess thought so. Soon, as the Beast Palace Lord's large fist ca right in front of her eyes, the world beca dark. The fist was so large that it covered her entire field of vision.

Her foot, imbued with ki, kicked up at the Beast Palace Lord. From that unpleasant sensation, she felt the certainty that the attack had gone in properly.

But, what was strange was.

The palace lord's fist did not reach her face.

Soon, the slowed world returned to its original speed.

"Kkeo-eo-eo-eong!!"

The Beast Palace Lord let out a strange scream. It was natural, as he had been hit with ki in a place that could not be strengthened no matter how much he trained.

His fist had not reached the Jinwol Abbess. A hand, smaller than the palace lord's but looking even harder, had suddenly blocked the space between them.

"Hidden Dragon Unit Commander?"

The Jinwol Abbess looked at Cheon Woojin with surprised eyes. It hadn't been long since the report of the Southern Barbarians' attack had been delivered to the Alliance, so how...

"I'm sorry. If I hadn't interfered, you would have killed the palace lord. I made a mistake."

Cheon Woojin bowed his head and apologized to the Jinwol Abbess.

The Jinwol Abbess had a bewildered expression. The attack had gone in accurately. However, unlike her original expectation, her internal energy was insufficient, and she had not been able to kill him because the palace lord's body was harder.

Rather, she was in a state of owing her life to Cheon Woojin...

Soon, the Jinwol Abbess realized the situation.

'...Is he being considerate of ?'

There were countless disciples of the Ei Sect here.

It was a clear fact that she would have died if she had been hit by that fist. But the Beast Palace Lord was alive and well, just writhing in pain. Not being able to kill the opponent even when she had been prepared for mutual destruction was clearly a matter of pride for the sect leader of the Ei Sect.

While she was thinking this, Cheon Woojin just looked at the Beast Palace Lord, who was rolling on the ground in the distance, with a calm face and added.

"Ah, did you deliberately inflict a pain worse than death? The Ei Sect is fearso."

"...Thank you."

Cheon Woojin just shrugged.

As a result, the Jinwol Abbess had saved her pride in front of her disciples, and the Beast Palace Lord had not been able to hit anything and had just been hit by the Jinwol Abbess's strike, which she had been prepared for mutual destruction.

'If it were Young Master Song, he would have said it like this. Since he is a young master who empathizes with everyone.'

It was a consideration that was unimaginable for the previous Cheon Woojin.

In fact, the Jinwol Abbess was also surprised at the action that was so different from the rumored Hidden Dragon Unit Commander.

"Sect Leader. If it's okay, I will take care of the rest. I have sothing to test personally."

Cheon Woojin said, looking at the Beast Palace Lord.

The guy had been able to save his life thanks to protecting his lower body with his protective ki at the last mont. Nevertheless, it must have been a great pain, but he was already trying to get up from his seat.

As he had heard from his masters, the martial artists of the Southern Barbarians were truly sturdy.

"Please move everyone back a little. They might get caught up in it."

"I understand."

The Jinwol Abbess obediently nodded. In fact, she also thought that this was Cheon Woojin's consideration. Since she had put all her internal energy into the last strike, it was difficult for her to even stand now.

Cheon Woojin walked towards the Beast Palace Lord. The Jinwol Abbess had the disciples of the Ei Sect prevent the other martial artists of the Southern Barbarians from approaching Cheon Woojin.

Soon, the Beast Palace Lord got up from his seat.

In his standard, Cheon Woojin was infinitely small and young, but since he knew that he had blocked his fist without any problem, he did not loosen his guard in the slightest.

"What are you?"

"I heard from afar that you like to fight like a man."

"..."

"Ah, are you not a man anymore?"

Cheon Woojin contemplated seriously.

Where does a person's gender identity co from?

Hmm, can you say that soone is not a man just because his lower body is damaged? Then is the Eastern Depot admiral also not a man? These are truly difficult and abstruse problems.

The sight of him contemplating seriously in front of him made the Beast Palace Lord even more angry. At the sa ti, among the nuns of the Ei Sect, a chuckle burst out, and the tension was subsiding.

Of course, this was also what Cheon Woojin had intended.

Although he usually could not read the opponent's emotions, at least in a fight, Cheon Woojin was more cunning and clever than anyone.

"Yes, let's fight like a man until you and I are dead."

The Beast Palace Lord, whose eyes had half-turned, growled like a fierce beast. The desire to pull out Cheon Woojin's head while he was alive, even if it ant risking his life, was felt strongly.

Soon, the Beast Palace Lord rushed towards Cheon Woojin.

Cheon Woojin just stood still and stared at him.

The Jinwol Abbess, who had experienced the Beast Palace Lord's power directly, looked at Cheon Woojin's back with a rather anxious heart.

Of course, Cheon Woojin's expression was still calm. In his hand was the Crescent Moon Staff. He planned to try to commune with the Crescent Moon Staff, as the White Night Craftsman had said.

It was a wide field, and there were only enemies all around.

Such perfect conditions were rare to find.

The dark ki instantly went beyond five-tenths and reached eight-tenths, nine-tenths.

A truly ominous and dangerous lightning sparked in all directions. As if a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years was erupting, the huge sky and earth shook violently.

A reverent and majestic energy that was hard to believe had been created by a single human was shaking the whole world.

The martial artists of the Ei Sect and the Martial Alliance instinctively took a big step back. The martial artists of the Southern Barbarians also tucked their tails like frightened puppies and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Only one person.

The Beast Palace Lord, who had emphasized manliness, could neither stop nor advance and just had a vague expression.

To jump into such an unrealistic scene is not manly, but foolish.

While the Beast Palace Lord was thinking this.

The Crescent Moon Staff, tired of waiting for the palace lord, rushed forward with a huge cry like the roar of a descending black dragon.

(End of Chapter)