The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 169

An awkward silence fell inside the office.

The thunderclap bomb was such a being. A disaster that would cause countless casualties if it exploded properly.

The Beggars' Sect leader, who had been glaring at the map, soon began to place small flags one by one.

"Here, and here, and here..."

The Beggars' Sect leader, as if possessed by the Thunderclap Gate leader, calculated the locations that could cause the maximum damage with a single explosion and cause a chain reaction to overturn the entire Luoyang.

And so, how much ti had passed?

"The places where the thunderclap bombs are likely to be installed are probably around here."

The prefectural governor's expression beca quite serious.

There were about thirty thunderclap bombs in Luoyang?

At that sight, Cheon Woojin nodded. Although he was making a bit of a fuss, in any case, this person also seed to care for the common people as an official.

But the prefectural governor's inner thoughts were a little different.

'I-I'm screwed! If all of this explodes, my life will end as it is!'

He was the person in charge of Luoyang.

Many rich young masters were staying in Luoyang to study as scholars, and there were also several scholars dispatched from the imperial palace.

But, if a huge explosion occurred here and they all died, his political life would co to an end.

No, his life itself would end.

He would beco a dew on the execution ground.

The prefectural governor began to get anxious.

"I-is there a way?"

Saying so, he looked at the Grand Tutor. He had heard rumors that the Grand Tutor was such a great person, so since he had co this far, wouldn't there be so solution?

In fact, he had been inwardly uncomfortable with the sudden visit of a person of the Grand Tutor's level, but it turned out that he was a savior and a lifeline.

"It's best not to provoke the Thunderclap Gate for now. They are guys who will really set it off if they have to."

"Huh! Then should I request the garrison to move the army? We can quickly wipe them out before they have a chance to set it off."

"What is the martial prowess of the army that can be moved?"

"Th-that, I also don't know well..."

Cheon Woojin's brow narrowed slightly. At that sight, the prefectural governor hurriedly said as if making an excuse.

"In any case, since it's not who commands the soldiers! Still, if I ask them to select and send as many masters as possible, it will be fine. Since it's not an ordinary situation."

Suddenly, the Beggars' Sect leader, who was next to him, chid in.

"Even if you select as many masters as possible in a city like Luoyang, the level of the army that can be operated right now will be at most from second-rate to first-rate. With that level, you can't subdue the Thunderclap Gate in an instant. Right?"

"Yes, since at least several people who have reached the transcendent realm will be needed."

At the conversation between Cheon Woojin and the Beggars' Sect leader, the prefectural governor, who felt sothing strange, asked stealthily.

"But, who is the young lady? How do you know so much about the information on the soldiers? It must be a state secret..."

"That's not what's important right now!"

The flustered Beggars' Sect leader got angry for no reason.

Although the prefectural governor made a face as if to say, why are you suddenly being like this, he could not bring himself to say it, as he was watching the Grand Tutor's face.

Soon, Cheon Woojin's words continued.

"The soldiers are fine. In any case, it's not good to have many people. If by any chance a thunderclap bomb explodes, only the number of people who get hurt or die will increase. By any chance, is there any gunpowder here?"

"There is a small amount."

The prefectural governor had his subordinate bring the gunpowder.

Soon, Cheon Woojin carefully touched the black powders.

As he raised his senses and ki sense to the extre, he felt a unique sll and energy. These fine powders were very fine, but they contained the energy of extre yang.

Seeing that even Cheon Woojin and the Beggar Lord, who had been searching the safe house of the Thunderclap Gate, had not noticed, it must have been a very fine energy.

A fla rose from the tip of Cheon Woojin's finger, which had picked up the gunpowder, and then disappeared.

"Perhaps the matter won't be that difficult."

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Luoyang Ironworks.

From various kinds of agricultural tools, self-defense daggers for wandering scholars, shields used by the military, to iron bowls for the general public.

This place, which made everything made of iron, was the largest ironworks in the vicinity.

In such a Luoyang Ironworks, dozens of people were busy moving carts. The carts were filled with all sorts of miscellaneous goods, but the people were acting very carefully, as if they were moving treasures.

"But where were we going?"

A man who was pushing a cart together asked.

He was already tired to death, and his irritation was slightly rising.

"We're going to Xinjiang, you idiot. It'll be a long way, so pack so beef jerky."

"I don't think that's necessary."

"Why, do you have so hidden travel money..."

The man who was answering the question stopped. It was not the voice of his colleague who was pushing the cart next to him.

The man turned his head. In the place where his colleague should have been, there was a young man he had never seen before.

The startled man took his hands off the cart and looked around. His colleague was lying neatly behind him.

No, my colleague was subdued right next to and a person was replaced, but I didn't notice?

The man who had thought so realized that the opponent was a great master.

"W-who are you, noble sir?"

It was a very polite and careful question. Since he was also a martial artist, he knew better than anyone what it ant to be standing in front of a master of this level.

Cheon Woojin also answered politely, matching his polite question.

"I am the Emotionless Guest."

"Ah, I see. I have heard of your great reputation, great hero."

The man who had nodded nonchalantly knelt down as smoothly as flowing water, neither too slow nor too fast.

"Please spare my life."

"I haven't said I'll kill you."

"Wh-what do you want from ?"

Cheon Woojin pointed at the miscellaneous goods in the cart.

"This, are all of these thunderclap bombs?"

"No. As you can see, they are all sorts of things, from inkstones to iron bowls, braziers, and so on."

"Ah, I see."

Cheon Woojin, who had nodded, picked up an inkstone from the cart and held it out to the man. At that, the man scread as if the inkstone were a knife.

"U-uaaak!"

Soon, an awkward silence fell between the two.

"Are you so scared of an inkstone?"

"..."

He had confird that everything in the cart was a thunderclap bomb of various shapes.

"I don't particularly want anything from you. I want to et the gate leader, so bring him. Ah, add that I have found out that these carts full of thunderclap bombs are heading for Xinjiang."

"...Th-then I will die."

The man said, half-sobbing. Hadn't he just told him the destination of the carts and the identity of what was in them with his own mouth?

If the gate leader with a fiery temper found out, he would put a thunderclap bomb in this careless mouth and blow it up.

At his desperate gaze, Cheon Woojin answered calmly.

"If you don't go, you'll die now."

"Damn it!"

The man turned his body and started to run away. If he died either way, it was best to run away.

But he stopped abruptly before he could even take two steps. Cheon Woojin had grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

The man turned his body again with a half-resigned face and looked at Cheon Woojin. Then, like a pervert who spread his robe in the marketplace to show his naked body, he spread his clothes to the left and right.

Inside the clothes was a thunderclap bomb.

"Let go of this, won't you? Should we just die together?"

"It's a bit much to die together."

Cheon Woojin obediently let him go. At that, a joy welled up in the man's eyes. As expected, the thunderclap bomb was the only ans by which the weak could beco equal to the strong.

By the ti he was thinking so and was carefully moving his steps back.

With the sound of sothing cutting through the wind, a small hole was pierced in the man's forehead. The tip of Cheon Woojin's index finger was pointing at it.

The man who had been killed by the finger wind collapsed to the ground.

By that ti, the Thunderclap Gate mbers who had been carrying the carts also took out the thunderclap bombs they had hidden in their bosoms.

Cheon Woojin, as always, proposed before the fight.

"Everyone, put down those thunderclap bombs here on the cart. The result will be the sa anyway."

It was a sincere advice. He did not want to kill people unnecessarily. But as always, the evil people in front of Cheon Woojin did not accept the proposal.

"You crazy bastard, die!"

A middle-aged woman threw a thunderclap bomb. Since it was imbued with internal energy, it rushed in at a very fast speed. Cheon Woojin just looked at it and did not avoid it.

Bang-!

The thunderclap bomb hit Cheon Woojin's face and exploded.

The thick smoke subsided, and a look of horror was present on the faces of the Thunderclap Gate mbers. It had hit him properly, so why was he fine?

Cheon Woojin moved his steps calmly.

"Well, if I go inside, I'll et the gate leader."

The Luoyang Ironworks consisted of about ten low halls.

The gate leader would surely be in the deepest place.

"C-crazy bastard...!"

Soone shouted so and threw a thunderclap bomb.

Starting with that, thunderclap bombs flew in from here and there, as if it were a snowball fight among children on a winter day.

Bang! Peong!

Pabeobeobeobeong!

Thunderclap bombs exploded all over Cheon Woojin's body. Nevertheless, they could not cause any damage to Cheon Woojin. He just walked calmly, grabbed a mber's neck, and twisted it.

Cheon Woojin, who had lightly killed one person, turned his head again. As he had a face as if he were contemplating who to kill next, the Thunderclap Gate mbers were engulfed in fear.

He soon began to move his steps. Cheon Woojin, who was approaching indifferently even while being hit by thunderclap bombs, was fear itself.

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When about a hundred explosions had occurred.

Cheon Woojin arrived at the last hall.

Behind him, the bodies of the Thunderclap Gate mbers were lined up.

Nevertheless, seeing that there were still about a hundred mbers left, the scale of the Thunderclap Gate also seed to be quite large.

"Thunderclap Gate leader, co out at once."

He felt the energy of the person who was expected to be the gate leader inside the hall. Unlike the other mbers, his martial prowess was quite high.

Probably about the transcendent realm. Why would a martial artist of that level rely on thunderclap bombs?

By the ti he was thinking so, a hundred mbers surrounded the wide open space in front of the hall in a circle.

Soon, a middle-aged man walked out of the hall, his red and yellow robe fluttering. His face was red, as if he had swallowed a hot iron, and his two pupils seed to contain fire.

"Are you the gate leader?"

"That's right."

Unlike his appearance, his voice was as gentle as a Taoist priest's.

Cheon Woojin nodded and said.

"The Thunderclap Gate has beco a public enemy of the martial world."

"Huh, for the reason that we did not cooperate with the Martial Alliance?"

"Because you caused an explosion and injured the common people."

"Who provided the cause?"

The Thunderclap Gate leader was not in a mood to bend.

Of course, Cheon Woojin was also the sa.

"You provided it."

"You're a young man with a short tongue."

Cheon Woojin was puzzled.

The Thunderclap Gate leader was definitely a master. There were not many martial artists of the transcendent realm in the entire martial world. But if he had eyes and ears, he would know that he could not win this fight.

Nevertheless, the Thunderclap Gate leader was too confident.

'He's not afraid of death.'

Cheon Woojin's prediction was accurate.

The Thunderclap Gate leader sat down in the middle of the stairs that connected the hall and the wide open space and continued.

"Since our Thunderclap Gate is located in the Central Plains, we have cooperated with the Martial Alliance first. But, for the reason that we use gunpowder, the Alliance gave us a hard ti and secretly persecuted us."

"Is that so?"

"We were not friends of the Martial Alliance. We were just an object to be monitored. Since it has co to this, we want to support the Demonic Cult in a war between the demonic and the righteous and live with our shoulders held high in a world ruled by the demonic path."

Cheon Woojin nodded. Everyone had the right to pursue their own dreams. As long as that dream did not harm anyone else.

"If you hadn't set off a thunderclap bomb in a private house, I might have thought about it a little. But, you've already crossed the line."

"That's right. I know my future well. If a master of your level, the Emotionless Guest, has co in person, there will be no way to survive."

Suddenly, the Thunderclap Gate leader got up from his seat. He then walked towards Cheon Woojin and continued.

"I will die spectacularly with you, the Emotionless Guest. In case you don't know, I am a man who has always said that I want to die with an explosion."

The Thunderclap Gate leader had sensed his own death. If so, he planned to at least engrave his na in the history of the martial world by decorating his end spectacularly in a huge explosion, as he had always said.

There would be no better companion for his journey to the afterlife than the huge city of Luoyang and the Emotionless Guest, a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven.

The Thunderclap Gate leader raised his hand and sent a signal sowhere.

- Set it off.

At that, the masters who had been hiding in the darkness moved quickly. They were scheduled to set off the thunderclap bombs installed throughout Luoyang at the sa ti. To die while looking at that huge fla, just imagining it made him feel a thrill.

The Thunderclap Gate leader was smart.

He had thoroughly calculated the speed of the masters, the ti it would take for the thunderclap bombs to explode, and the distance between himself and Cheon Woojin.

The first explosion would start when there were exactly five steps left, and everything would explode when he stood right in front of him.

Five steps were left.

Nothing exploded.

The Thunderclap Gate leader's steps faltered for a mont.

"..."

Well, there can be a very small margin of error.

And so, the remaining distance was four steps, three steps.

By that ti, the Thunderclap Gate leader naturally turned his body and began to walk in the opposite direction. A look of urgency was present on his face, and his steps were sowhat rushed.

'Wh-what?'

Why wasn't it exploding?

At that ti, the Emotionless Guest's calm voice was heard from behind.

"The thunderclap bombs have already all exploded."

The Thunderclap Gate leader's steps stopped abruptly. He turned around and asked what nonsense he was talking about.

"I found them one by one and set them all off on my way here."

"Wh-what nonsense! The thunderclap bomb is designed so that no one but our Thunderclap Gate mbers can recognize it. Are you saying you found all the many thunderclap bombs hidden in this huge city?"

"I felt the energy that the gunpowder had."

The Thunderclap Gate leader thought it was a lie. There was no way such a thing was possible. In the first place, if that were possible, the Thunderclap Gate would not have been able to exist with the long history of the martial world and would have been destroyed long ago.

But Cheon Woojin pointed at the Thunderclap Gate mbers one by one and continued.

"Three, five, two..."

It was the number of thunderclap bombs hidden in the bosoms of each mber.

The Thunderclap Gate leader was so surprised that his jaw dropped.

"H-how..."

"I told you. I can feel it all."