The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 159

Cheon Woojin deliberately did not say or do anything and just looked at the man. It was because he was curious if the disguise that the owner had acknowledged would also work on a martial artist.

Soon, the man tilted his head.

"Why are you suddenly eating noodles?"

It worked.

Cheon Woojin, apart from his satisfied heart, said in a voice that did not reveal his emotions. It was Cheon Woojin, who was even imitating the dead demonic person's voice exactly.

"I suddenly got hungry."

"...What are you saying, you crazy bastard. Forget it, co out right now. The summons has been issued."

Cheon Woojin contemplated for a mont.

If it was a summons, it ant that the Demonic Cult was trying to use so kind of force. Although he had just planned to look around the outer court more, he thought it would be good to go into the inner court.

Soon, Cheon Woojin nodded and got up from his seat. He deliberately did not answer. It was because if he knew the dead guy, he might feel sothing strange in his tone.

At that, the owner had a worried expression. Just wandering around this area and entering the inner court were completely different stories. He could really die.

For so reason, although he was a Central Plains person he had just t for the first ti, the owner thought that at least he was not an evil person. How could he not be worried when such a person was walking into a den of death?

The owner, without realizing it, grabbed Cheon Woojin's wrist.

At that, the martial artist who had co to find his friend's expression crumpled.

"Owner, do you want to die?"

Although it was a cliché, the owner, who felt that it was sincere, was startled. The old man, who had faced the killing intent that the demonic person was genuinely exuding, trembled all over. It was a dangerous energy for a person without a single bit of internal energy to handle.

"Let's just go."

"...Huh?"

The man had a surprised expression. His friend was a guy who would never let such a situation pass.

At that, Cheon Woojin looked at the man with his unique dry gaze and said again.

"Let's go."

"Y-yes."

Cheon Woojin walked out without looking back.

The man who was looking at his back let out a feigned cough as if nothing had happened. It was because he was ashad of himself for being scared of his friend for a mont.

Of course, if he had known that it was not his friend, but the recently famous master of Heaven Beyond Heaven, the Emotionless Guest, he would have pissed his pants.

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The place where Cheon Woojin was led by the martial artist was a training ground in the inner court. The training ground, which was large enough to accommodate hundreds of people, was full of people wearing martial arts uniforms of different colors.

It seed that a large number of martial artists had been dispatched from various ard units. One question was that among the gathered martial artists, there was no one who had surpassed the first-rate.

'Is there another purpose?'

While he was thinking so.

Two n went up on the stage.

It was a bald middle-aged man with a face full of burn marks and a young martial artist who was assisting him.

Cheon Woojin knew as soon as he saw him.

A master who uses poison arts.

Originally, since the skin and hair of those who handle poison often lt, there were many who had such an impression.

Surprisingly, among those who used poison arts, the Poisonous Hand was on the handso side.

The middle-aged man looked at the martial artists gathered in the training ground with a satisfied expression for a mont and then opened his mouth. The voice that ca out of his lips was like a hook scratching iron.

"I am Jwa Ryang, the commander of the Poison Demon Unit. I am also the one who will lead you from now on."

At that, the surroundings beca very noisy.

Listening to the words coming from here and there, the Poison Demon Unit was an organization that handled poison in the Demonic Cult, and in particular, the commander was a master of poison arts of the Demonic Cult called the Poison Lord.

Cheon Woojin had also heard the nickna 'Poison Lord'. The three martial artists who were best at using poison in the world were the Poison King, the Poison Lord, and the first valley lord of the Poison Valley.

"Who gave you permission to open your mouths?"

The Poison Lord said in a low voice. Although it was not a loud voice, it was clearly heard in the ears of these many demonic people. Due to the unique scratching voice, the demonic people felt their hair stand on end and shut their mouths.

Soon, the hall beca as quiet as if cold water had been poured on it.

"From now on, I will lt alive any guy who gets on my nerves."

Fear was present on everyone's faces. The cruelty of the Poison Lord's hand was already famous within the Demonic Cult. They were busy burying their gazes in the ground, lest they even make eye contact with him.

Of course, except for one person.

The Poison Lord's gaze turned to Cheon Woojin.

Among the guys who were scared and avoided his eyes at just one word, that clear and calm gaze stood out.

The Poison Lord, who had been having a staring contest with Cheon Woojin for a mont, curled one corner of his mouth. To think that he would find a pearl in a mudflat where such worms were gathered.

"What's your na?"

At that, everyone looked at Cheon Woojin.

Cheon Woojin was in a difficult position. He did not know the na of the dead demonic person. If he did not answer, he would be suspected.

As Cheon Woojin remained silent, the corner of the Poison Lord's mouth, which had been satisfied, went down again. He then asked again with a sunken gaze.

"I asked what your na is."

Cheon Woojin looked at the demonic person who had brought him. He had hoped he would tell him his na, but he was already avoiding his gaze as if he were not his friend.

It was said that the word 'sonjeol' (cutting ties) was popular among young children these days, and in a word, he had cut ties with Cheon Woojin.

Cheon Woojin let out an inward sigh. He had wanted to look around the Demonic Cult a little more, but it seed this was it.

He put his hand on the Crane Feather Fan that he had put in his bosom. He planned to kill them all and leave the Demonic Cult as it was.

It was then.

- Na Won Huisang, age twenty-eight, belonging to the Red Child Unit, martial prowess is late second-rate, hotown is Ruoqiang, located southeast of the Tianshan Mountains.

Cheon Woojin's eyebrows twitched. Soone, knowing that he was in a difficult situation, had sent him a telepathic ssage.

How on earth?

Soon, the telepathic ssage continued.

- Nice to et you, Hidden Dragon Unit Commander. I am Hae Won, the commander of the Martial Alliance's Intelligence Unit. I've heard rumors and know your personality, but for now, please go along with .

The Intelligence Unit was literally the intelligence organization of the Martial Alliance. All the mbers, including the commander, were spread all over the world with different identities and appearances and were active.

If the Postal Hall occasionally engaged in intelligence activities in the process of procuring information, the Intelligence Unit was an organization that specialized in that.

Cheon Woojin, without showing that he had heard the telepathic ssage, said calmly.

"I am Won Huisang, belonging to the Red Child Unit."

The Poison Lord looked at such a Cheon Woojin intently.

Although he was exuding a blatantly sinister atmosphere, naturally, Cheon Woojin did not flinch in the slightest.

Perhaps he was quite pleased with that sight.

The Poison Lord's montum softened sowhat.

"Don't hesitate to answer my questions again."

"Yes."

Cheon Woojin, who had overco the crisis, looked for the person who had sent him the telepathic ssage. He was the vice-commander of the Poison Demon Unit, who was standing with the Poison Lord on the stage. To think that the Martial Alliance's Intelligence Unit Commander would have risen to the position of vice-commander of the Demonic Cult.

Thinking so, he asked the Intelligence Unit Commander.

- How did you know it was ?

As expected, even if he could deceive the eyes of the tavern owner and the second-rate martial artist, could he not deceive the eyes of the Martial Alliance's hall master?

But the answer that ca back was unexpected.

- The Intelligence Unit is not just one or two people in the Demonic Cult. Ah, a mber said he would use the silver coin well and asked to pass it on. To think that you would give a silver coin as a tip for just eating noodles. As I've heard, you're a very generous person.

Cheon Woojin let out a hollow laugh. To think that the waiter of that small tavern was a mber of the Intelligence Unit.

This is why all martial artists had to be careful of won, children, and the elderly.

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The Poison Demon Unit Commander, the Poison Lord, led hundreds of martial artists out of the Demonic Cult. Fortunately, they were marching not to the west where the Martial Alliance was located, but to the south.

While they were moving, the Intelligence Unit Commander's telepathic ssage continued.

- The Poison Valley is a place where the valley lords have their own forces. I didn't know either, but it seems the Demonic Cult had ordered all the valley lords, from the first to the fifth, to attack the Martial Alliance. But, the only one who moved was the fifth valley lord.

The others had either refused, giving various excuses, or had not even answered the letter.

Since the Demonic Cult was experiencing a succession problem, it seed they had judged that they did not have the capacity to care about the Poison Valley.

But unlike their judgnt, the Poison Lord, the top poison arts master of the Demonic Cult, could not stand it.

- The mission is to wipe out the Poison Valley and take the poisons they have and return. The Poison Demon Unit, the Poison Lord's direct subordinates, are all masters skilled in poison arts.

Cheon Woojin, who had been listening all along, asked back.

- Am I, I an, Won Huisang, the original owner of this face, and the others dispatched from each ard unit, human shields?

Among the gathered people, there was no one who surpassed the first-rate. A martial artist of this level would not be able to exert any power against the Poison Valley, which handled poison.

- That's right. They are for the purpose of being deployed first to drain the strength of the Poison Valley.

- So I'm going to die now.

The Intelligence Unit Commander, who was walking ahead with the Poison Lord, flinched slightly.

- Ahem, when the main attack begins, you should leave. With your martial prowess, it's sothing you can do. If by any chance the Poison Demon Unit Commander notices, I will step forward and say I will catch you.

He could just pretend to chase the runaway Cheon Woojin a little and then co back, saying he had lost him. Although he would be sowhat suspected, since he had built up trust with the Poison Lord over the years, it would not be a big problem.

After that, the two did not talk for a while.

It was partly because the Poison Lord kept talking to the Intelligence Unit Commander, and partly because Cheon Woojin was contemplating sothing on his own.

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And so, after moving for a long ti, when they arrived at the Poison Valley.

The hundreds of demonic people were srized by the sight of the Poison Valley. A deep canyon, whose end could not be known, was located there. Sotis, great nature makes humans feel a sense of awe, and it was like that now.

- Hall Master, if a war between the righteous and the demonic breaks out, both the Poison Valley and the Poison Demon Unit will cause great damage to the Alliance.

- That's right. But since we're taking care of the Poison Valley this ti, it's actually a good thing for the Alliance.

- Wouldn't it be even better if the Poison Demon Unit and the Poison Valley were annihilated together?

The Intelligence Unit Commander flinched again.

Of course, the best thing was the mutual destruction of the two forces. If they could completely eliminate the card of 'poison', the most poisonous thod the Demonic Cult could use before a war, what could be better than that?

- That would be good. According to the Demonic Cult's intelligence organization, the reason the Poison Valley refused the order was not particularly for the sake of the Martial Alliance. It was just because they were on the verge of completing a great poison recently. The reason the Poison Lord stepped forward himself was probably to prevent the completion of that poison.

How great would it be if they could prevent the completion of that poison, which would be fatal to the Martial Alliance, and if the Poison Valley and the Poison Demon Unit could be annihilated together?

- But that won't happen. The Poison Demon Unit is strong. And they have co with full preparations, including the poison-proof wine. The Poison Valley will not be a match for them.

Now was the ti to be satisfied with the annihilation of the Poison Valley.

Soon, Cheon Woojin's answer was heard.

- Yes.

From that short answer, the Intelligence Unit Commander felt a sense of anxiety. It was an intuition he had gained after decades of all sorts of intelligence activities.

- If you're going to do sothing useless...

It was then.

Soon, the Poison Demon Unit Commander, the Poison Lord, ordered the attack.

Hundreds of martial artists dispatched from various ard units charged towards the canyon like madn, and the elites who were originally from the Poison Demon Unit pretended to run with them and then stealthily slowed their steps.

In the end, as Cheon Woojin and the Intelligence Unit Commander had said, the hundreds of demonic people were just human shields to drain the strength of the Poison Valley.

The Intelligence Unit Commander looked at Cheon Woojin's back, which was getting farther away, mixed in with the hundreds of demonic people, and sent a telepathic ssage.

- Now's the ti! Hurry up and leave and return to the Martial Alliance.

But no answer was heard.

Ah, what was this deepening anxiety?

Soon, fierce shouts were heard from within the Poison Valley, and a black and blue poison mist began to spread over the canyon.

The Poison Valley had begun to spray poison on the attacking demonic people.

Desperate screams erupted continuously. They were more cruel and terrible screams than in a war where they just held swords and killed each other.

The war of those who had learned poison arts was always like this. The demonic people who had been poisoned would writhe in pain and then, to the point of choosing death, would stab their own chests with their swords.

The poison war usually did not last long.

Since it was a battle of a large amount of poison versus poison, not a one-on-one duel, the match did not last more than a shichen.

It was just a fight of whose poison was stronger, and now the Poison Valley had consud too much poison to kill the hundreds of demonic people.

Soon, when all the hundreds of demonic people had died and even the screams had subsided, the elites of the Poison Demon Unit finally began to move.

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Another shichen passed.

The Poison Valley, which had consud its strength, could never beat the Poison Demon Unit, which had even prepared poison-proof wine.

The Poison Lord, thinking that the battle was over, went down into the canyon. There, bodies that were bleeding from their seven orifices and had their whole bodies lted were scattered.

Hundreds of demonic people, dozens of Poison Valley people, and a few Poison Demon Unit martial artists.

The Poison Lord, who was walking calmly among their bodies, holding his unique weapon, the Poison Mist Fan, stopped abruptly.

A man was standing in the darkness of the canyon in the distance. His face was not visible because it was covered by the shade. But if he had survived this poison war, there could only be one person.

"Is it the first valley lord?"

The Poison Lord thought so.

And yet, he was not worried in the slightest. He believed that there was not a single master of poison arts in the Central Plains who could face him, except for the Poison King.

Soon, the man who had been standing in the shade walked out. The shade that had been cast on his face was gradually lifted, and his appearance was revealed.

"Won Huisang?"

The first impression was so strong that he had rembered his na.

While the Poison Lord was frowning, the Intelligence Unit Commander, who was with him, sighed in relief.

'What on earth is he trying to do!'

Soon, the Poison Lord asked in an indifferent tone.

"Why are you alive?"

"Was I supposed to die?"

Although the voice was not Won Huisang's, but Cheon Woojin's, the Poison Lord was so bewildered that he did not even notice.

"Yes, since the role of you guys was death."

"You don't feel the slightest bit of remorse."

"They all died for the cult. I let them enjoy that glory, so why should I feel sorry?"

"I see."

Cheon Woojin, who had nodded, let out a grin.

The Poison Lord, who saw that smile, felt a sense of incongruity.

"Kill him!"

The elites of the Poison Demon Unit rushed towards Cheon Woojin. It was a fierce and threatening movent, like a poisonous snake.

But Cheon Woojin stood still in his place and began to undo the disguise that had been so stuffy. He gradually returned to his original face and then completely regained his original appearance.

But the Poison Lord did not see that face.

The poison mist that the Poison Demon Unit had spread had piled up in layers and had completely covered Cheon Woojin. It was a deadly poison that one could not avoid death even if just a pinch touched the skin. Since they had spread it to the point where the vision was obscured, no matter how great a master, they would not be able to survive.

Convinced of that, by the ti the Poison Demon Unit was gradually narrowing the encirclent.

In an instant, a hand shot out from within the poison mist.

It was so fast and sudden that no one could react. Soon, a martial artist of the Poison Demon Unit, whose neck was grabbed, was sucked into the poison mist.

Crunch.

The sound of sothing being crushed.

Following that, blood flowed out from within the poison mist and stained the ground.

The Poison Demon Unit martial artists who saw this finally stopped their steps.

(End of Chapter)