The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 160

The poison mist that had been obscuring the view settled.

A demonic person of the Poison Demon Unit, dead with a crushed jaw, and Cheon Woojin, standing calmly next to him, were revealed.

The demonic people of the Poison Demon Unit who saw this flinched greatly. It was not because of their comrade's death. They had sprayed a deadly poison that was difficult to avoid death even if one was just grazed by it, but the opponent was perfectly fine.

To a martial artist who used poison, an opponent against whom their poison did not work was a great fear.

"C-Commander!"

A demonic person called out to the Poison Lord.

But the Poison Lord had already moved a considerable distance away. As a master, he had recognized at once that Cheon Woojin's martial prowess was not ordinary.

The demonic people of the Poison Demon Unit, who had confird the distant Poison Lord, crumpled their expressions. There was no failure like this.

They also tried to retreat belatedly. They knew instinctively that this mysterious master was not their opponent.

But Cheon Woojin did not allow them to escape.

"You said that death for the cult was an honor."

Cheon Woojin, who had left those low words in his place, rushed forward. Among the demonic people of the Poison Demon Unit, there was no one who could even follow his movents with their eyes.

A one-sided massacre had begun. Every ti Cheon Woojin took a step and swung his hand, a couple of Poison Demon Unit demonic people died.

"D-die!"

A person with spirit tried to achieve mutual destruction by spraying the strongest poison he had. Cheon Woojin did not particularly avoid that poison. Nevertheless, their deadly poison could not cause any damage to Cheon Woojin.

After repeating that a few tis, the Poison Demon Unit demonic people naturally ca to think of the sa thing.

'Immune to all poisons...'

Although it was a truly unrealistic realm, there was no other way to explain the current situation other than being immune to all poisons. The deadly poison that could lt a person alive was scattering like steam, unable to do its job.

The Intelligence Unit Commander, who had been watching Cheon Woojin with a worried heart at first, was now watching with a half-dazed expression.

'...It's like watching a honey buzzard.'

The hornet was a predator among creatures that had poison. The poison of each one was strong, and they even sward in dozens, hundreds, so it was natural.

The almost only natural enemy of such a hornet was the honey buzzard. This bird, which belonged to the raptors, was immune to the hornet's poison.

It calmly found a hornet's nest, stuck its beak into the hole, and ate them all. The hornets would sting it wildly, but the honey buzzard would just finish its al peacefully as if it were just itchy and then leave.

The current situation was like that. The demonic people of the Poison Demon Unit, who were among the most feared in the Demonic Cult, were spraying deadly poison wildly. Nevertheless, the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander was calmly killing them one by one.

He didn't seem to be having a hard ti at all. He just stretched out his hand and tore or broke whatever he caught. If they rushed in, aiming for mutual destruction, he would kill them comfortably, as if he were happy about it.

There were also those who ran away, realizing that they could not face him. Every ti, the Hidden Dragon Unit Commander would pull them in with the mystery of his telekinesis and kill them.

"Commander, the situation does not seem good. I will escort you, so please leave the place while the Poison Demon Unit is dealing with them."

The Intelligence Unit Commander proposed so. He was still acting as the vice-commander of the Poison Demon Unit.

The Poison Lord nodded, looking at Cheon Woojin intently.

"That would be good. That guy is probably that Emotionless Guest."

It was not difficult to figure out his identity. There were few beings in that era who had such an unconventional martial prowess with an appearance that seed to have just passed twenty.

'At most, the youngest young master, the Emotionless Guest, and the young star lord of the Black Plaque Star.'

In fact, he thought that the Emotionless Guest and the young star lord were of a lower class. The fifth young master, whom the deceased Cult Leader had taken in his later years, was a truly incomprehensible being.

He did not know how he had co to possess such martial prowess at that young age. He only knew that he was a person whom the Divine Maiden, who decided on the major and minor affairs of the Demonic Cult with the Cult Leader, had personally brought.

In any case, since the youngest young master was a strong and mysterious being who could overwhelm the other four young masters, he had thought that the Emotionless Guest and the young star lord would be far behind...

'I don't know anymore.'

His thoughts beca complicated. He thought that he should return to the Divine Cult as soon as possible and report on the Emotionless Guest.

It was then.

"Commander, what are you thinking so deeply about? Are you perhaps thinking the sa thing as ?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Wow, the Emotionless Guest, the Emotionless Guest, I've only heard rumors. Seeing him in person, he's an unbelievable guy. The Demonic Cult is screwed now."

The Poison Lord's eyes widened.

"What did you just say?"

The Poison Lord thought that the vice-commander had gone mad with fear. But unfortunately, the vice-commander was more sane and truthful than ever before.

"You're in big trouble now, you bastard."

The Poison Lord's head was burning with anger.

Looking back, there were still dozens of Poison Demon Unit demonic people left. Although they were dying quickly, there was enough ti to kill this disrespectful guy and run away.

Soon, the mont he stretched out his hand to kill the vice-commander.

Soone descended between the two and grabbed his wrist.

"H-how?"

The Poison Lord was startled and checked behind him again. All the dozens of Poison Demon Unit demonic people who had been left were dead. Only the white whirlwind that had torn them apart in an instant had not yet disappeared and was flowing gently.

Thinking that dozens of his subordinates had died in that short mont, an emotion that he had never known in his life welled up in the Poison Lord's heart.

It was fear.

The Poison Lord swung his Poison Mist Fan as if in a frenzy. It was a divine weapon designed to spray a colorless deadly poison. The number of masters who had died from his Poison Mist Fan was countless.

But another white fan blocked the front of the Poison Mist Fan.

A tallic sound erupted as the fan and the fan collided.

The deadly poison sprayed on the Poison Mist Fan was scattered in an instant by the whirlwind of the Crane Feather Fan.

Cheon Woojin put more strength into the hand that was holding the Poison Lord's wrist. His wrist was twisted in a strange shape. Nevertheless, the Poison Lord did not let out a single scream. Since he had handled poison all his life, he was already used to pain.

"If you kill , a war between the righteous and the demonic will break out. Are you really going to start a war with your own hands?"

The Intelligence Unit Commander, who was watching this from the side, thought that the Poison Lord had made a pretty good judgnt.

Although his martial prowess was high, he was still young and inexperienced, and since he had just entered the Alliance, he would be full of a sense of justice, so it was better to play mind gas with the Emotionless Guest.

But the problem was that he, a veteran hall master of the Martial Alliance, was next to such an Emotionless Guest.

"Hidden Dragon Unit Commander, you don't need to pay attention to this guy's words..."

He was about to say 'no', but the Crane Feather Fan had already pierced the Poison Lord's chest.

"As you said, since he died for the cult, it must be an honor."

It was what the Poison Lord had said as he had pushed hundreds of demonic people into the Poison Valley as a shield.

Cheon Woojin, who had returned those words as they were, pulled out his Crane Feather Fan. The Poison Lord, whose pupils had beco cloudy, collapsed to the ground, and Cheon Woojin brushed off the blood on his Crane Feather Fan.

"The Poison Lord is really dead."

The Intelligence Unit Commander said as if he were bewildered. Although he had seen everything with his own eyes, he could not believe it. To think that the Poison Demon Unit, which was called an object of fear even in the Demonic Cult, had been annihilated by a man who had just passed twenty.

"It really turned out as you said. The annihilation of the Poison Valley and the Poison Demon Unit. If the Martial Alliance finds out, there will be an uproar. Especially the Chief Strategist will probably even dance with joy."

"Is that so?"

"It's not sothing to end with just saying that. What on earth is your identity? How did you achieve immunity to all poisons?"

Cheon Woojin was about to explain about the dark ki, but he suddenly got lazy and answered roughly.

"It's thanks to my masters."

"Well, the White Flower Sword Immortal and the Black Master were both great people. Although in different ways."

"What will you do now, Hall Master?"

"I have to return to the Alliance. Even if I go back to the Demonic Cult, they won't trust anymore. It's strange for the vice-commander to return alone when even the Poison Lord has died."

"That's true."

"I've already had a mber retrieve that iron staff of yours. I'll have it brought to the Alliance, so let's go back together."

Cheon Woojin nodded.

However, there was still work to be done.

"The first valley lord is alive."

"What!"

"He ran away through a small hole in the canyon during the chaotic battle. There's no guarantee that he is the first valley lord, but if only one person survived from the Poison Valley, it's highly likely that it's the first valley lord."

"You saw that in the midst of that chaos? No, more than that, why didn't you follow him and kill him? What if he ran away far through a secret passage or sothing?"

"That won't happen."

Cheon Woojin was sensitive to the wind. If it were a hole with another escape route, there would only be wind entering or leaving. But wind was entering and leaving the entrance of the hole. It ant that the hole was the only passage.

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In the canyon, there was a hole as Cheon Woojin had said. It was a small hole, just big enough for an adult man to barely enter.

"It looks dangerous just by looking at it. I'll go first. The Intelligence Unit is a specialist in this kind of thing."

"Yes."

As he imdiately said yes, the Intelligence Unit Commander had a disappointed expression. He had actually expected him to say sothing like, 'No, I, a young man, will go first.' The Intelligence Unit Commander still did not know Cheon Woojin well.

But as an adult, he could not take back his words now.

In the end, the Intelligence Unit Commander squeezed his body into the hole and went in first. While crawling through the long passage, he kept looking back to see if Cheon Woojin was following well.

And so, how long had he crawled?

By the ti the passage gradually widened and he could walk with his back straight.

"..."

The Intelligence Unit Commander looked at the scene unfolding before his eyes with a dazed expression.

At the end of the passage was a huge cavity. It was so huge that there was a pond as wide as a lake, and fireflies that emitted light were flying here and there, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

Unlike the mysterious atmosphere, the air was unpleasantly damp, and a thick fishy sll wafted.

The first valley lord was nowhere in that wide space.

Perhaps there was another passage and he had run away through it.

By the ti he was thinking so.

A desolate sound, as if a thin blade of grass were being brushed by the wind, was heard. The Intelligence Unit Commander quickly turned his head and checked, but there was nothing there. Even when he spread his ki sense wide, he could not feel anything.

It was then.

Cheon Woojin suddenly grabbed the Intelligence Unit Commander's clothes and pulled.

Although the Intelligence Unit Commander was not a weakling and instinctively tried to resist, Cheon Woojin's strength was so strong that he was pulled like a paper doll.

"What is this...!"

Before the question was even finished.

A huge hole fell on the spot where the Intelligence Unit Commander had been standing. Looking closely, it was not a hole, but the wide-open mouth of so creature.

The Intelligence Unit Commander's jaw, who had realized this, slowly dropped.

The creature that had fallen was very long. It was probably at least ten zhang (30m) long. Also, the circumference of its body was incredibly thick, like a tree that was hundreds of years old.

Its scales were as transparent as ice, and its two pupils were as black and brilliant as if obsidian had been embedded in them.

"A-an imugi?"

The Intelligence Unit Commander, who had said so, soon shook his head.

"So it's true, I've been poisoned and I'm seeing things."

There was no way that an imaginary spiritual beast like an imugi existed in the world. It seed that the first valley lord's poison was as great as they said. Of course, next to him was Cheon Woojin, who was immune to all poisons.

With such a reliable heart, he looked at Cheon Woojin.

"..."

But, Cheon Woojin, who could not be poisoned, was also looking at the imugi with a slightly open mouth and surprised eyes.

Ah, it wasn't a hallucination.

(End of Chapter)