The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 174

'This is...'

The grand elder of the Yeo family swallowed a groan. He knew that the new master, the Emotionless Guest, was very strong.

Before the war between the demonic and the righteous broke out, the disciples of the Dark Heavenly Son had died at his hands, many masters of the Demonic Cult had died, and the family head and elders of the Yeo family had died.

Above all, the presence he had shown in this basin was undoubtedly real.

He thought he had prepared his heart enough.

But facing the Emotionless Guest at such a close distance, his presence was different.

'Is he really human?'

The Emotionless Guest, seen up close, felt like a being beyond human. He was not just a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven. He felt like a being close to nature, like the endlessly spreading sea, the sky that covered the world.

- Third Young Master, when I give the signal, at the sa ti...

Before his telepathic ssage could even end.

A half-moon shaped crimson qi had already rushed towards the Emotionless Guest in succession. The third young master, half-drunk on the Demonic Sword, had recklessly poured out his sword gang.

"This is!"

A look of dismay appeared on the grand elder's face.

As soon as the crimson qi rushed in, the Emotionless Guest's presence disappeared as if it had been washed away. He could not even understand how that which had filled the entire world could disappear in an instant.

He tried to spread his ki sense to catch the Emotionless Guest, but the energy of the sword gang that the third young master had sent was so fierce that it was interfering.

A dozen or so qi destroyed the place where the Emotionless Guest had been.

The demonic people and the righteous path people who were around him were scattered like dust. They would not even have been aware of their own deaths.

'...A divine object is a divine object.'

To think that he could pour out such a sword gang with the third young master's realm.

In an instant, the admiring grand elder let out a palm strike to his left.

The palm strike could not completely offset the power contained in the Crescent Moon Staff, and it only managed to slightly change its direction.

Thanks to that, the Crescent Moon Staff, which had been aiming to smash his head, struck the grand elder's shoulder. The ki exploded, and thick dust spread in all directions.

"Keuk..."

His shoulder bone was shattered.

It was a disaster.

A right-handed swordsman had lost his right shoulder.

The grand elder clenched his teeth to endure the pain and switched his sword to his opposite hand.

The Crescent Moon Staff, which had suddenly appeared from within the thick dust, was still pointing at the grand elder.

The grand elder imdiately poured his sword ki there.

The sword ki, which was pulled out like a string of taffy, wildly stirred the thick dust. But there was no sound of sothing being hit or flesh being torn. The iron staff was still there, which was very strange.

In an instant, the back of the grand elder's neck beca cold.

'Behind!'

He instinctively turned his body and poured out his sword ki.

His prediction was correct. So he was even more surprised. He had thought that he had held the iron staff and swung it himself. He had used the technique of controlling a staff with ki, not a sword.

'Then it ans he's bare-handed.'

As expected, he saw him deflecting the sword ki he had just poured out with his bare hands covered in strong ki.

"Third Young Master!"

The grand elder desperately called for the third young master. If he poured out the sword gang of the Demonic Sword while the Emotionless Guest's hands were empty, there would be a chance of victory.

The third young master, not being a fool, imdiately poured out a crimson sword gang in response to the call. A huge half-moon shaped sword gang tore through the air.

The grand elder who had confird this prepared for his next attack. The mont the Emotionless Guest tried to move his body to avoid the sword gang, he would pour out his sword gang at the part where his feet would land.

If he was lucky, he would block his escape route and the crimson sword gang would slash the Emotionless Guest's entire body, and even if not, his own sword gang would be able to cut off his ankle.

It should have been so.

"Wh-what...!"

The grand elder had been preparing, leaning his balance slightly forward to pour out his sword gang. But the Emotionless Guest's hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed his wrist.

The flustered grand elder was helplessly dragged. It was within the range of the Demonic Sword's foolish sword gang.

'Is he going to die with !'

It was unbelievable. Why would a master of the Emotionless Guest's level make such a choice? Was it because he was too young?

Although the grand elder had been willing to risk his life to give the third young master a chance, when he thought that he would be buried in the third young master's sword gang and die, his life felt futile.

Of course, Cheon Woojin had no intention of becoming a companion to the afterlife with the likes of the Yeo family's grand elder.

Soon, dozens of crimson sword gang covered the two.

A huge ki explosion erupted, to the point where this huge battlefield montarily stopped. Everyone stopped fighting for a mont and looked at that place.

They thought that no matter how great a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven was, they could not save their lives if they were engulfed in such a foolish sword gang.

But only one person.

The Bukli Cheon Alliance Leader did not doubt Cheon Woojin in the slightest.

Soon, the thick dust subsided.

Cheon Woojin was revealed.

He was too fine. He had blocked the sword gang by spreading his Crane Feather Fan with his left hand. In his right hand, a wrist that was presud to be the grand elder's was dangling.

The grand elder was gone.

Instead, the Demonic Sword held by the third young master was shining even more ominously, as if it had had a very satisfying al.

"H-how dare you kill the grand elder in front of !"

The third young master, who had confird the grand elder's death, let out a fierce roar. As if he had been further encroached upon by the Demonic Sword, both his eyes were red with all the capillaries burst.

Cheon Woojin looked at him with a bewildered expression.

"You killed him."

Saying so, he threw the grand elder's wrist at the third young master.

Although it was a nonchalant motion, its speed was very fast, and it was perfect for breaking sothing if it hit properly.

The Demonic Sword was swung fiercely.

The grand elder's wrist was split in half and fell on the battlefield.

Cheon Woojin, who saw this, shook his head.

"To even damage the body of your uncle. The Demonic Cult is terrible."

"Shut up!"

The third young master rushed towards Cheon Woojin.

It was a trendous speed of movent technique, to the point where even Cheon Woojin felt it was quite fast. To others, it would have seed as if the third young master had perford the legendary divine technique of body switching.

The Demonic Sword, which was threateningly spreading a sinister crimson energy, was weakly blocked by a small fan.

The third young master tried to retrieve the Demonic Sword to continue his next attack. But it was stuck to the fan and showed no sign of coming off.

"Wh-what is it!"

The flustered third young master tried hard, releasing an even stronger demonic ki.

Regardless, Cheon Woojin calmly looked at the Demonic Sword. Although he had heard about all sorts of divine weapons and strange weapons from his masters, this red sword was really strange.

"Does it absorb blood and digest it as power?"

A sword that becos stronger by killing people.

It was too sinister and strange, wasn't it?

The owner of this sword was inevitably bound to be an evil person.

"You bastard!"

The third young master let out a roar. Everyone had stopped fighting and was looking at him. But, he, who would beco the young cult leader, was showing a powerless appearance in front of a righteous path martial artist of the sa age.

He was ashad and angry. The Demonic Sword reacted to those negative emotions. It spread a black and red demonic ki in all directions.

The demonic ki was as sharp as a decent sword gang, and it exuded a unique sinister atmosphere, making it very threatening.

The martial artists who were around were caught in that strange whirlwind and had their entire bodies torn apart. The wails of ghosts created by the screams in the red whirlwind echoed.

The whirlwind continued for a long ti.

Until nothing was left around.

Until even the wails of ghosts no longer echoed.

No one dared to throw themselves into it. They thought that the third young master and the Emotionless Guest in the center were dead.

Soon, the demonic ki, after burning all its power, subsided.

The Demonic Sword, which had been as red as blood, had turned into an ordinary iron sword. It had poured out all its energy without leaving a single bit.

The third young master, who was holding the sword, was alive. Thanks to all his clothes being torn, the armor he was wearing underneath was revealed.

It was the Dragon Scale Armor, which was said to block even a sword gang.

Nevertheless, it was impossible for there to be no damage at all. Thanks to the internal energy being shaken, he vomited blood.

"Keuleok!"

The third young master staggered and took a step back. A deep disbelief was present in his eyes. Even he, who was wearing the Dragon Scale Armor, was like this, so how could that guy be fine?

There was not even a small common scratch. He was just looking at him with dry and languid eyes.

"...Don't co."

The third young master muttered towards the approaching Cheon Woojin.

But his voice was too small to be heard well.

If the third young master took one step back, Cheon Woojin would take two steps forward.

Soon, when the distance between the two had sufficiently narrowed.

Cheok, cheok, cheok.

Three demonic people stood between the two.

It was the Heavenly Demon Squad, which escorted their cult leader and young masters. In any situation, their safety was the top priority. Even if they lost the war.

"Third Young Master, please return to the cult. We will..."

The Heavenly Demon Squad mber stopped talking. He looked down with unbelieving eyes. A single sword had pierced through his abdon and had co out. It was the Demonic Sword.

"Third Young..."

The Demonic Sword swallowed the Heavenly Demon Squad mber and the martial artists on his left and right. The Demonic Sword, which had been filled with blood in an instant, poured out its sword gang towards Cheon Woojin. It was a aningless struggle.

Cheon Woojin lightly swung his Crescent Moon Staff and deflected the sword gang. It was a very nonchalant appearance, as if he were chasing away a flying insect.

"How pathetic."

To stab the back of a martial artist who had co to protect him.

Even the Black Master would not have done such a thing.

- He might have.

In an instant, the White Master's voice was heard. It had been quite a while, so he was glad, but now, what he had to do was the priority.

He grabbed the third young master's neck.

"Keoheok...!"

The third young master drooled blood-mixed saliva.

Although there were a few demonic people around, they could not even think of approaching Cheon Woojin.

Cheon Woojin looked straight into the third young master's pupils. He was in a state where he could not even properly distinguish things, as he was encroached upon by the demonic ki.

"I can't kill you like this."

That was too much of a death for a person like the third young master. He had to die feeling exactly how he was dying, what kind of pain he was feeling.

He grabbed the third young master's wrist, which was holding the Demonic Sword, and applied force. With a cracking sound, the wrist was twisted into a strange shape. Naturally, the Demonic Sword he was holding fell to the ground.

Surprisingly, the Demonic Sword, which had lost its master, ran wild, absorbing the surrounding energy. To Cheon Woojin, it looked bad, like a fish thrown on land.

"How disgusting. It's better for a sword like this not to exist in the world."

He stepped on the Demonic Sword.

Nurous cracks like a spider's web appeared on the hard sword body, and it soon crumbled. The sword was so vicious that the grass where it was had all withered and died.

The strange sword was taken care of.

What was left was the third young master of the Demonic Cult.

Cheon Woojin looked at him straight.

"Will you answer my question?"

The third young master nodded desperately. He had no pride or anything left. He was ready to crawl on the ground if he was told to.

"What kind of person is the first young master?"

At the unexpected question, the third young master flinched for a mont. The gazes of the demonic people around him were felt intensely.

"...The person who is most like the deceased cult leader."

"What about the second young master?"

"A pretentious piece of trash."

And so, the questions and answers continued.

The fourth young master was a foolish guy with only strength, and the fifth young master was an enemy, but a man he had to acknowledge.

Cheon Woojin nodded. It was obvious what kind of other young masters a guy like this would acknowledge. In the end, it ant that there was only one person who was at least decent among the young masters. To be called a piece of trash by the third young master was the highest praise.

"I see."

"Now, please spare..."

He had never said that.

The third young master, who had t Cheon Woojin's such gaze, shut his mouth tight. Before he could even ask anything, he felt a terrible pain in his abdon.

The third young master, who had been hit by the Crescent Moon Staff, flew away. Although it was a shock that felt like his waist would be folded in half, he was inwardly relieved.

Didn't he have the Dragon Scale Armor? In fact, the abdon that had been hit by the iron staff was terribly painful, but his life was not in danger.

Although he had shown a pathetic appearance in front of the demonic people, it was a good thing that he could at least save his life.

But his relief did not last long.

Before the third young master had even fallen to the ground.

The Crescent Moon Staff rushed in.

The sight of it flying, leaving a long black tail like a black dragon, was impressive.

Of course, to the third young master, who was the direct target, it felt as if a black dragon was flying towards him with its mouth wide open.

The third young master desperately raised both his arms in the air. The Dragon Scale Armor covered not only his neck, chest, and abdon, but also his arms.

Soon, the rushing Crescent Moon Staff hit the point where his arms were crossed exactly. The third young master was confident. There was nothing in the world that could pierce the Dragon Scale Armor.

'It should be so...'

That was the third young master's last consciousness.

With a thud, the third young master was stuck in the cliff. The Crescent Moon Staff had pierced through his solar plexus like a skewer. The Dragon Scale Armor was torn like a piece of paper.

The huge basin where ten thousand demonic people and five thousand Alliance mbers had gathered.

A chillingly quiet silence fell there.

Everyone was looking at the third young master's end.

(End of Chapter)