The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 170

The Thunderclap Gate Leader looked at Cheon Woojin with eyes of disbelief.

There had been no master in the long history of the Thunderclap Gate who had found a thunderclap bomb with only their ki.

In that long history, could there have been no master of Heaven Beyond Heaven?

'How on earth is his ki sense so outstanding...'

What was certain was that the young martial artist in front of him was one of the few martial artists in the entire history of the martial world. At least in terms of ki sense.

The Thunderclap Gate Leader, who had been thinking of dying together, changed his mind.

Since all the thunderclap bombs installed throughout Luoyang had beco useless, he was not confident that he could kill him even if he detonated all the remaining thunderclap bombs here.

While the gate leader was lost in thought.

A clear voice was heard from inside the hall.

"Gate Leader, is sothing wrong? I told you I don't have much ti. You told to wait a mont, so why are you still..."

The person who walked out of the hall was a man who seed to be a little over twenty. A small build and a free-spirited gait. He did not seem to have learned martial arts.

He looked at the martial artists who filled the wide courtyard and then grasped the situation.

"That's the Emotionless Guest, right?"

"...That's right."

"I saw him in the wanted poster, and he looks exactly the sa."

He was a trade official dispatched from the Demonic Cult to take on this thunderclap bomb transportation mission. Since he was very interested in the situation of the Central Plains martial world, he knew very well about the Emotionless Guest.

He also knew that no matter what kind of bullshit the Thunderclap Gate Leader and his mbers did, they could never defeat one Emotionless Guest.

The wise trade official, who had finished his judgnt, walked towards Cheon Woojin.

"Nice to et you, I am Seo Yul, dispatched from the Demonic Cult. For your reference, I am an orphan, so I have no surna, and my na is Seo Yul."

Saying so, he held out his hand. It was a Western greeting called a handshake, and the Demonic Cult, which was located on the border between the West and the Central Plains, had a coexistence of both cultures.

"What is this?"

"It's a greeting called a handshake. By holding out and grasping hands like this, I am conveying to the other person that I have no weapon and no will to fight. Since it's a rather nice greeting, I wonder if it will soon beco popular in the Central Plains as well."

Seo Yul was confident. In any case, since he was a person dispatched from the Demonic Cult and was not a martial artist, he thought that the Emotionless Guest of the Martial Alliance would not harm him.

The incident where the Blood Tiger Lord had co as an envoy and had died was an unofficial mission of the third young master, so it was not widely known in the Demonic Cult.

Cheon Woojin, who had nodded, held out his hand in return. At that sight, Seo Yul was inwardly pleased, saying that his judgnt was correct.

And so, the mont the two hands were clasped.

A sound that could not normally be made from a person's hand was heard. It was the sound of crushed bone fragnts rubbing against each other at once.

"Kkeueueueueuak!"

A thick scream echoed high into the sky.

Cheon Woojin grabbed Seo Yul's collar and roughly threw him back.

Seo Yul, who had flown for a while, landed neatly next to the Beggars' Sect leader.

"Please watch that person. He will be evidence of the cooperation between the Thunderclap Gate and the Demonic Cult."

The Beggars' Sect leader nodded. Although she briefly thought that she didn't know why she was even helping with the Martial Alliance's work, since the person who had asked was the disciple of the Black Master, she had no complaints.

The Beggars' Sect leader looked at Seo Yul, who was holding his hand and writhing in pain, with a pathetic look and said in a low voice.

"Still, it's much wiser than soone who talks about dying together. Originally, natural disasters should be avoided, not fought against."

"Yes, that's certainly true. That guy is a real wild one."

Seo Yul, even while in pain, ran his mouth.

The Beggars' Sect leader, who was looking at the scene, extended her slender hand and grabbed Seo Yul's mouth.

"Didn't you hear? You're evidence. What are you going to do if the Emotionless Guest kills you for running your mouth? Just stay still like this."

"Eu-eup...!"

Leaving the two behind, Cheon Woojin stood opposite the Thunderclap Gate Leader.

"Hand over the thunderclap bombs and co with to the Martial Alliance. That is the only way for you and your hundreds of subordinates to live."

Cheon Woojin proposed for the last ti.

Seeing the way the Thunderclap Gate fought, it seed that if a battle broke out, most of the people here would die.

But the Thunderclap Gate Leader did not accept the proposal. If he handed over all the thunderclap bombs and gunpowder, it would be another kind of annihilation for the Thunderclap Gate.

"Kill him!"

In the end, those words ca out.

Apart from the wrong judgnt, it seed that his trust was usually thick, as the Thunderclap Gate mbers began to rush at Cheon Woojin without hesitation.

Since they had at least one to as many as five thunderclap bombs in their bosoms, they were no different from living thunderclap bombs.

The man who had thrown himself at the front tried to die together with Cheon Woojin. The thunderclap bomb in his bosom exploded, and his body was shattered and scattered in the air.

It was the Thunderclap Gate, which carried out an attack that sacrificed their own lives without any hesitation.

Only then did Cheon Woojin seem to know why the Thunderclap Gate had chosen the Demonic Cult instead of the Martial Alliance. In the first place, their temperant itself was more suitable for the Demonic Cult than the Alliance.

Living thunderclap bombs were throwing themselves from all directions.

Explosions continued to occur around Cheon Woojin. There was no rest, sothing was exploding, flas were rising, and explosions were ringing.

The explosion was so great that even the Beggars' Sect leader, who was watching, was slightly nervous.

'Will he be okay?'

A single worry soon subsided.

Already, more than forty Thunderclap Gate mbers had sacrificed their lives. Nevertheless, the explosions were still continuing. In other words, it ant that Cheon Woojin was still fine.

Now, another worry arose.

What a futile death this was.

Although she was known to be as cold as ice in the martial world, she did not feel good seeing so many people throwing their lives like flas and disappearing.

Cheon Woojin also had a similar thought.

He swung his Crane Feather Fan and created a fierce whirlwind in all directions. The Thunderclap Gate mbers, who were pushed by the whirlwind, rolled on the ground.

Soon, no one could stand around Cheon Woojin. Thanks to that, everyone could see Cheon Woojin's condition clearly.

A silence flowed among the Thunderclap Gate mbers.

Even though so many thunderclap bombs and lives had been sacrificed, the opponent was too fine.

Naturally, one thought ca to everyone's mind.

'It's a dog's death.'

It was the Thunderclap Gate, which would gladly throw their bodies if they could inflict even a small wound on the opponent with their own death. But the story was different if they could not even make a small scratch.

Their fighting spirit was quickly fading.

The Thunderclap Gate Leader, who felt this, also realized that it was all over and was about to take a step back.

"Are you trying to run away?"

In an instant, everyone's gaze gathered on the gate leader.

Cheon Woojin rarely showed his emotions. He was looking at the Thunderclap Gate Leader with very pathetic eyes.

"Can you call a person who runs away alone, leaving the deaths of so many subordinates behind, a gate leader?"

The Thunderclap Gate Leader flinched greatly at the gazes of his subordinates, which were hotter than a thunderclap bomb, and rather shouted.

"Nonsense! Who says I'm running away!"

"Then co and fight. Let's not cause any more unnecessary sacrifices and settle it between the two of us."

"..."

The Thunderclap Gate Leader was silent.

He could neither run away nor approach Cheon Woojin to fight. The obvious embarrassnt on his face angered his subordinates.

"That person deserves to die. But you, who just did as you were told, still have a chance."

Cheon Woojin said, addressing the Thunderclap Gate mbers.

In any case, the best thing for this mission was to take the thunderclap bombs and the mbers who knew how to handle them to the Alliance, and killing them all was the second best.

"Those who surrender and obediently hand over the thunderclap bombs will be spared. The Martial Alliance I know is not a place that despises talent. Especially in a situation where a war is imminent."

"Huh, nonsense! Do you believe that guy's words! He will just collect the thunderclap bombs and kill you all."

The Thunderclap Gate Leader struggled. If all his subordinates surrendered, his chance to escape would also disappear.

But the gate leader's words had already lost their weight.

"As I have said many tis, I do not enjoy killing people. If I were such a murderer, would you still be alive?"

At the sa ti, Cheon Woojin's presence fell heavily.

The Thunderclap Gate mbers also realized. Since the battle had begun, the Emotionless Guest had not used any killing moves. He had just protected himself from the opponents who had co to die with him.

The dozens of people who had died earlier were just those who had sacrificed their lives because they had believed and followed the gate leader.

"I-I'll stop fighting."

A man put down the thunderclap bomb in his bosom and knelt on the ground. Starting with that, surrenders continued from here and there.

"What are you doing!"

The Thunderclap Gate Leader shouted in great surprise. Nevertheless, the wave of surrenders showed no sign of stopping.

Soon, when all the hundred Thunderclap Gate mbers had knelt.

The only ones standing in the hall were Cheon Woojin and the Thunderclap Gate Leader. Cheon Woojin looked at him intently.

"What will you do, Gate Leader?"

"D-do you think I will kneel to a young man like you and beg for my life?"

Cheon Woojin let out a smirk. It seed that there was so misunderstanding.

"I am asking whether you will die running away or die fighting like a martial artist."

The Thunderclap Gate Leader's face turned red with sha.

And yet, he did not seem to have the will to fight.

What could he do? Cheon Woojin, who had inwardly clicked his tongue, lightly pushed the ground. His figure disappeared as if it had sunk into the ground.

The greatly surprised Thunderclap Gate Leader hurriedly raised both his arms.

The Thunderclap Gate Leader, who had been hit by the Crescent Moon Staff, was thrown into the outer wall of the hall. Although he had tried to defend himself, only both his arms were broken.

"An explosion?"

Cheon Woojin looked at the Crescent Moon Staff for a mont. The mont it touched the Thunderclap Gate Leader, an explosion had occurred. Thanks to that, the force was not fully transmitted, and it ended with breaking both his arms.

The problem was that there was no sign of a thunderclap bomb exploding. Just the energy of extre yang had gathered in an instant and had exploded. That energy had been emitted from the Thunderclap Gate Leader's body.

An explosion caused by his own power, not relying on a thunderclap bomb. Cheon Woojin had seen such a martial art before.

Cheon Woojin, who had approached the thrown Thunderclap Gate Leader, grabbed his collar and lifted him up. He then observed his face carefully.

"Ah."

Why hadn't he known?

Looking at it consciously like this, it was truly similar.

Cheon Woojin recalled a man who had co with the Sword Demon and had interfered with him when he had been about to kill the Peng family head.

"Were you a relative of the Explosion Demon?"

In an instant, the Thunderclap Gate Leader's pupils shook.

Sotis, a gaze conveyed more emotions than words, and it was just like that now.

The Thunderclap Gate Leader was clearly flustered.

"I'll have to take you."

Cheon Woojin poked the Thunderclap Gate Leader's body here and there with his index finger. Although it was a simple motion, a master of the gate leader's level could not even resist and had his entire body's acupoints sealed.

Soon, after throwing the Thunderclap Gate Leader, who had beco like a wooden block, aside, he turned his head.

The mbers of the Thunderclap Gate were in a state of great surprise. It was not because the gate leader had been subdued in one move. It was because the Demonic Cult's trade official, Seo Yul, was holding the Beggars' Sect leader from behind and was threatening her neck with a dagger.

"Emotionless Guest, as you know, I have no will to fight. Thanks to that, one of my hands has beco useless, and I will have to eat with my left hand for a while. Please just let go."

Although his tone was polite, it was a clear threat.

Seo Yul had been observing the Beggars' Sect leader continuously. He was soon convinced that she did not know martial arts, and he thought that he had to take her as a hostage and escape this place.

His deliberation was short, and his action was fast. But he felt a sense of unease. This slender woman, whom he had taken as a hostage, did not even let out a single scream and was too calm.

She even clicked her tongue and said this.

"I thought you were at least wise."

"Shut up. If you don't want a deep scar on that pretty face of yours... Aak!"

In an instant, Seo Yul let out a scream.

A hole was pierced in the arm that was holding the Beggars' Sect leader. A finger wind, which he did not even know when it had been shot, had hit his arm. Thanks to that, the dagger he was holding fell to the ground.

"This c-crazy bastard...!"

Wasn't she his lover?

At least they seed to be quite close.

If he shot a finger wind like this and pierced his arm, it would also pierce this woman's neck.

Thinking so, he looked at the Beggars' Sect leader.

"..."

She was fine. The finger wind shot by the Emotionless Guest had pierced only his arm with a surprisingly precise force and had not left even a small scratch on the hostage's neck.

Seo Yul looked at his pierced arm and then looked at Cheon Woojin as if he were a monster. But, that monster was gradually approaching him.

His head was engulfed in fear. The mouth that had been teasing even when his hand bones were all crushed could no longer move.

It was then.

In an instant, a terrible pain was felt from the back of his shoulder.

Surprised, he turned his head and saw the Beggars' Sect leader holding the dagger he had dropped.

"Now you'll have to eat with your left hand for the rest of your life."

After accurately stabbing the shoulder joint, she twisted it. No matter how much she did not know martial arts, the Beggars' Sect leader was a woman who had lived as the head of an organization in the rough martial world for decades.

The Beggars' Sect leader, who had thrown away the blood-stained dagger, smiled brightly at Cheon Woojin as if she were an innocent woman.

"I can get the information fee from the Martial Alliance this ti, right?"

(End of Chapter)