The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 155

The Beast Palace Lord, who was running head-on.

The Crescent Moon Staff descended towards him, drawing a half-moon.

Since he was a man who emphasized manliness, everyone thought that the match would be decided in this one move.

But it is said that a person discovers another side of themselves when they face death. The Beast Palace Lord's steps stopped abruptly. He then shouted more urgently than anyone.

"W-wait!"

At the sa ti, the Crescent Moon Staff stopped abruptly. Cheon Woojin, with a deflated expression, tilted his head slightly and looked at the Beast Palace Lord.

At that sight, the martial artists of the Southern Barbarians were surprised. To think that he would really stop just because he was told to. Was he showing excessive consideration to the enemy because he was from the righteous path?

But the martial artists of the righteous path, who had heard of Cheon Woojin's martial prowess even through rumors, thought differently.

'To have that much leisure against the Beast Palace Lord...'

It was an attitude as if he could kill him whenever he wanted, wasn't it? Just by looking at the roar of the dark iron staff he had shown a mont ago, it was a martial prowess that was far beyond common sense.

"Do you have sothing to say?"

"Co to think of it, this fight itself is not manly. I have already suffered an irreparable wound while facing the sect leader of the Ei Sect."

The Beast Palace Lord, who had said so, pointed to his lower body.

Cheon Woojin's brow furrowed. He felt a sense of displeasure as he pointed to sothing that did not need to be pointed to.

But the Beast Palace Lord continued to speak as if he did not know sha.

"How about we postpone it for later?"

"If it were a normal situation, it would be a matter to consider, but it is difficult now. There are the insulting words and actions that you and the martial artists of the Southern Barbarians have spewed at the Ei Sect and the Martial Alliance mbers."

"Is that so?"

Cheon Woojin nodded.

Soon, the Beast Palace Lord's gaze changed.

"Then die, you son of a bitch!"

At the sa ti, chains rushed in from all directions, including Cheon Woojin's left and right, behind, and even above and below.

The eight guards who had been protecting the Beast Palace Lord in the dark had stepped forward. The chains they had thrown were tools used to tie the legs of large beasts when hunting.

Eight chains that had rushed in at a trendous speed tied Cheon Woojin's arms, legs, and torso.

At that sight, the Jinwol Abbess let out a sigh.

"Huh! The disciples of the Ei Sect should imdiately..."

But her words were not finished.

It was because a very absurd scene had unfolded.

The Beast Palace Lord, who had bound the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander's whole body through his guards, suddenly turned his body. He then began to run, showing his back clearly.

That's right. He was running away.

To think that a martial artist who had reached the level of Heaven Beyond Heaven would run away, showing his back like that. It was a sight that no one could have imagined.

It seed it was the sa for Cheon Woojin, as he let out a dry laugh.

"Truly manly."

Cheon Woojin, who had said so, tried to lift his arm. At the sa ti, the chains tightened even more firmly. Their mission was to give the palace lord a way to live, even if it ant sacrificing their own lives. Because that was what a guard was.

However, there were things that could be done by throwing away one's life and things that could not. Although they thought they had bound him perfectly, Cheon Woojin's right arm was slowly being lifted.

"Keuk!"

The two guards who had bound his right arm were in a state where their faces were red as if they were about to explode. Even though they had used all their internal energy, the two old masters could not handle that one arm.

Soon, the Crescent Moon Staff in Cheon Woojin's right hand rose above his head. The dark ki was slowly being contained. The huge energy made the world tremble as before, and in the end, the mont he had put all his strength into the Crescent Moon Staff.

All eight chains broke. Just by touching the skin, they could not handle the aftereffect of that energy.

The eight guards who had been holding the chains had their ki and blood twisted, and they collapsed to the ground, spewing blood.

Soon, Cheon Woojin shot the Crescent Moon Staff.

The Crescent Moon Staff that had left his hand tore through the atmosphere and flew towards the Beast Palace Lord's back.

The Crescent Moon Staff, filled with dark ki, drew a long black tail, and in response to Cheon Woojin's heart, it let out a roar that made the heavens and the earth tremble.

In the minds of everyone who was watching the scene, a single word naturally ca to mind.

Black Dragon.

It rushed with a fierce montum, as if a single black dragon were hunting an arrogant tiger.

The Beast Palace Lord also felt the huge energy flying towards him from behind.

At the sa ti...

The Beast Palace Lord's steps, which had been running like a fierce beast, gradually slowed. Soon, he, who had completely stopped, lowered his head and looked at his chest.

The iron staff had pierced through his back and had co out the front. The blackish energy, which had not yet dissipated, was slowly burning and evaporating his whole body.

"Wh-what is this..."

His words were not finished.

The Beast Palace Lord's figure fell forward with a thud.

"..."

The battlefield, which had been filled with the sound of clashing blades and screams, beca quiet. In particular, the Jinwol Abbess, who had faced the Beast Palace Lord directly, could not hide her astonishnt.

When the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander had first appeared, she had been quite surprised.

When the Beast Palace Lord had started to run away, she had been really surprised.

But when such a Beast Palace Lord had been killed in a single blow, she felt as if the path she had walked her whole life was in vain.

Although she had not reached Heaven Beyond Heaven, she was a master who was close to it. At least, she had the insight to see her opponent properly. In her eyes, Cheon Woojin felt as if he were in a place even higher than Heaven Beyond Heaven, commonly called the realm of enlightennt.

Not only the Jinwol Abbess, but also everyone on this battlefield had not yet been able to compose their emotions.

Cheon Woojin, who had killed the Beast Palace Lord, just retrieved his Crescent Moon Staff with a calm attitude.

The first to co to their senses were the martial artists of the Southern Barbarians.

It was not because they were stronger than the martial artists of the Ei Sect. The allied forces felt reverence for Cheon Woojin, and the enemy forces, the martial artists of the Southern Barbarians, felt a despair that was beyond fear.

The latter emotion was more primal and desperate.

The martial artists of the Southern Barbarians who had co to their senses imdiately began to run away. Here and there. Spreading out as widely as possible. They were in a panic, like a swarm of ants facing a human's footsteps.

If so many martial artists ran away at once, so would die, and so would live. That was common sense. But in the world, there were sotis beings to whom common sense did not apply.

Cheon Woojin put away his Crescent Moon Staff and quietly took out his Crane Feather Fan.

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Late at night, in Renhuai County, Guizhou.

In this peaceful place, as the na of the village suggested, martial artists dispatched from the Martial Alliance were on guard.

The village was small, and since there were few people coming and going, the martial artists' job was to fight not the enemy, but sleepiness.

Rustle.

The two martial artists who had been dozing off were startled and lifted their heads. Sothing was rustling in the bushes and approaching this way.

The two exchanged glances and then drew their swords and sabers.

"Who's there?"

"This is a restricted area of the Martial Alliance. Go back."

But there was no answer.

As the steps got closer, the martial artists' tension grew even greater.

Soon, the bushes right in front of them were parted.

"Ah, you startled ."

A young woman who had appeared was startled and clutched her chest. She was holding a small sickle and a basket, and the basket was full of dicinal herbs.

"...Who are you?"

"Are you lost, by any chance?"

The martial artists' guard was sowhat loosened. It was because there were no traces of the young woman having learned martial arts.

The woman looked at the martial artists as if surprised and could not open her mouth. Even tears began to well up in her eyes.

At that sight, the martial artists had a troubled expression. The woman's white skin and large eyes stimulated a protective instinct for no reason.

"Do you need help, by any chance?"

The woman nodded.

As the martial artist took out the water bottle at his waist and handed it to her, the woman, who had slightly moistened her throat, finally opened her mouth, shedding tears.

Because she had spoken while crying, the explanation was jumbled, but to summarize, it was a story that she had gotten lost and night had fallen while she was happily wandering around because the dicinal herbs were being picked well that day.

The martial artists let out a hollow laugh.

"It's dangerous here. Moreover, it's late at night..."

"First, we will guide you to the Martial Alliance's safe house, so you can go down the mountain when the day breaks. Ah, of course, you can share a room with a female Alliance mber."

It was a martial artist who had hurriedly added, in case she misunderstood. Whether the opponent was a young woman, an old woman, a man, or a child, this place was dangerous right now. It was a very natural thing for a Martial Alliance mber to protect the common people.

Soon, one of the two martial artists who had been on guard took the woman and headed for the safe house where the Martial Alliance mbers were staying.

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When they arrived at the safe house, the woman had a much more relieved expression.

The safe houses, which were built around the Guizhou branch, were bright even though it was night, there were many people, and above all, the words 'Martial Alliance' written on the martial artists' uniforms and the flags fluttering here and there felt reliable.

Perhaps that was why. The woman, who had been wary and had been sparing with her words all along, asked in a slightly more relaxed tone.

"By any chance, have you been to Sichuan, warrior?"

The martial artist, feeling proud that the woman's heart seed to have relaxed, answered.

"Of course. When you work at the Martial Alliance, you go to all sorts of places. What's Sichuan? I often go to Shanxi or Hebei on the other side."

"Wow, then have you seen the people of the Sichuan Tang family? They say those people are so scary."

The martial artist let out a gentle smile.

Well, even to him, who had learned martial arts, the Sichuan Tang family was an object of fear. It was clear how exaggerated the rumors would have spread among the common people.

"Yes, there are many scary people. It's probably because there are many martial artists who use poison. Of course, I'm quite strong myself."

"Aha."

The woman nodded.

Soon, they walked together to a deeper part of the safe house, talking about this and that. A few martial artists ca out and gave her water and food, and said they would guide her to a room soon.

Of course, according to the Martial Alliance's procedures, they checked her pulse to see if there were any traces of her having learned martial arts. As expected, she was an ordinary herb gatherer who did not even have a dantian, let alone martial arts.

It was then.

A sound as if a long stick were being swung at a trendous speed was heard. The martial artists and the woman simultaneously looked at the source of the sound.

A hornet was flying above their heads.

As the woman instinctively crouched, the martial artist who had guided her stepped forward for no reason and tried to chase the hornet away.

To those who had learned martial arts, a hornet was no threat at all.

"Huh? Why is this guy so fast?"

But the hornet's movent was strange. It was too fast, and it was flying in a strange trajectory.

In the end, the martial artist who had fought a life-and-death battle with the hornet, in exchange for being stung once on the forearm, quickly struck it with his other hand.

Giving up the flesh to take the bone. Seeing the martial artist facing a single hornet with such an attitude, laughter erupted from all over.

"Puhaha, anyone would think you were facing at least an elder of the Demonic Cult."

"Aish, this stings more than I thought."

"Again, again, you're making a fuss for no reason to show off..."

Before the words were even finished.

The martial artist who had been stung by the hornet suddenly collapsed. His whole body was so stiff that his face hit the ground as it was.

"Wh-what's going on?"

The martial artist who had been teasing him hurriedly approached and checked. Soon, his face turned pale. The guy who had been laughing and talking until a mont ago had died after being stung once by a hornet.

But the horror was just beginning.

The hornet appeared again.

And there were at least a few hundred of them.

The gazes of the martial artists, who had already turned pale, turned to the ground.

Dozens of white vipers that had gathered at their feet were looking at the martial artists and flicking their tongues.

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The border of Sichuan and Guizhou, Chishui County.

Since it was a gateway to the mainland of Sichuan, the Martial Alliance's guard was even more thorough. A large number of masters were deployed, and those with particularly outstanding ki sense were also placed here and there.

Nevertheless, the herb gatherer once again approached the Martial Alliance mbers who were on guard. Until she arrived here, no one had stopped her.

It was because she really had not learned martial arts.

The Poison Valley, a force that ruled the Southern Barbarians along with the Beast Palace.

They did not learn martial arts separately. They just communed with all the poisons scattered throughout the world, such as poisonous insects, poisonous snakes, and poisonous herbs.

The Poison Valley was unique in that it had five valley lords, and this woman, who was pretending to be a lost herb gatherer, was the fifth valley lord, Hongrin.

"Excuse , can I ask for directions?"

Hongrin shed tears again. At that pitiful expression, the martial artists who were on guard cautiously approached. Since all the Alliance mbers in Renhuai County had died, the tragedy there had not been conveyed here.

As before, by the ti the martial artists were half-convinced by her long story.

In an instant, soone grabbed her wrist.

Hongrin acted startled.

The one who had grabbed her arm was a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat pulled down low.

"Wh-why are you doing this?"

Hongrin put her hands to her chest and pretended to be pitiful, and the martial artists who were on guard asked the middle-aged man who had suddenly appeared.

"Who are you?"

"This is the Martial Alliance's territory..."

But the middle-aged man put his index finger to his lips. It ant to shut up. He then lowered his posture, crouched down, and pointed to the martial artists' feet.

"There's a snake here."

"Wh-what!"

The martial artists were greatly alard and hurriedly retreated.

The middle-aged man chuckled and said.

"It's a seven-step snake that is said to kill you before you can take seven steps if you're bitten. I saved your lives. The young lady was also in great danger."

The middle-aged man who had said so made a shik sound with his mouth as if a snake were making it, and then gently stroked the seven-step snake's chin with his index finger.

At that, the seven-step snake, which was famous for being fierce, turned its body as if satisfied and disappeared into the bushes.

"..."

The fifth valley lord, Hongrin's pupils trembled slightly. Not only that he had made the seven-step snake retreat so easily, but also, the forearm that the middle-aged man had grabbed was burning in the shape of a clear handprint.

In the world, there was only one person, besides the valley lords of the Poison Valley, who could handle poisonous snakes so well and could administer poison of this level.

"...You are the Poison King."

At the words 'Poison King', the Martial Alliance mbers were startled. To think that he, the head of the Tang family and a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven, had co here!

Soon, the middle-aged man who had gotten up took off his bamboo hat. At that, a sinister green light was revealed even more clearly in the moonlight.

Because of those pupils, more weight was given to the fact that the middle-aged man was the Poison King.

But soon, a laugh that was a little too frivolous for a Poison King flowed out.

"Heh, do I really look like that?"

It was the Poisonous Hand, who was in the best mood in recent days, due to being mistaken for the Poison King.

(End of Chapter)