The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 176

A vast battlefield.

Everywhere one looked, it was all white.

The white whirlwind that Cheon Woojin was driving and the white sword qi that Beili Tian was pouring out were embroidering this vast place.

To the Martial Alliance mbers, the sight looked very marvelous and beautiful. On the other hand, to the Demonic Cult mbers who had lost their leader, it felt like a terrible hellscape.

Soone shouted.

"R-retreat! Run away!"

No one knew whether the one who had shouted was a re Demonic Cult mber or a commander-level executive. No, they weren't even curious.

It just beca a reason to run away, and the demonic people did not want to stay in this hellscape for even a mont longer.

Thousands of demonic people began to run all at once. Naturally, since their movent technique levels were different, there were also those who were pushed from behind and fell.

"W-wait! There's a person here...!"

The fallen demonic person could not even finish his words.

And so, another scene of chaos began.

"Do not stop the punishnt!"

The Beili Tian Alliance Leader shouted, pouring out his pure white sword qi. The morale of the Martial Alliance mbers was truly piercing the sky.

They overwheld the more than twofold difference in military strength. In that process, two masters who felt like gods were running at the forefront.

Beili Tian and Cheon Woojin, who were slaughtering the Demonic Cult mbers.

The Alliance mbers thought that perhaps they were together in a great mont where the number one in the world of two generations were fighting on one battlefield.

'Did he say he was just a little over twenty?'

The Cheongeom Unit Commander of the Martial Alliance, who was now temporarily in charge of the First Alliance Unit, looked at Cheon Woojin intently.

The whirlwind that was constantly pouring out from that small fan was growing to the point of covering the world and slaughtering the demonic people. The number of demonic people who had died at his hands would already be in the thousands.

'If he doesn't die early, he's sure to be the next number one in the world.'

When decades had passed, who on earth could compete with that monster-like guy?

Even now, it was unknown.

And so, the First Alliance Unit, led by Cheon Woojin and Beili Tian, pursued the demonic people at a trendous speed. The number of demonic people, which had reached ten thousand, gradually decreased and then fell to less than half.

From then on, the pursuit was not easy either. The weak ones were already all dead, and the remaining ones were those with at least outstanding martial arts. Moreover, if they stopped their feet even for a little, the two monsters would chase them from behind, so they were running with trendous ntal strength.

Beili Tian looked around. They had already reached the border of Qinghai and Xinjiang. The morale of the Alliance mbers was still high.

'Is this it?'

However, the Alliance mbers were now in a state of awakening.

They were intoxicated with the joy of victory and were in a state where they did not feel pain even with more strenuous movents than usual. If the tension was released, there was a high probability that problems would arise here and there in their bodies.

Beili Tian, one of the most seasoned martial artists in the world, accurately grasped the situation and made a judgnt.

"First Alliance Unit Commander."

"Yes, Alliance Leader."

"The pursuit ends here. We have already achieved a sufficient victory and have completely secured the base of Qinghai beyond the Sidalmok Basin. Lead the First Alliance Unit and return to the Alliance."

"I understand."

The First Alliance Unit Commander nodded. Since he had been a unit commander of the Martial Alliance for decades, he accurately grasped the Alliance Leader's thoughts.

He ordered his subordinate commanders to retreat. Soon, nearly five thousand Martial Alliance mbers stopped their pursuit all at once and prepared to return.

Since the Martial Alliance had a perfectly established rank system, there was no problem in transmitting orders, no matter how large the number.

"Are you not going with us, Alliance Leader?"

"Isn't it a pity? Since we've pushed them this far, I plan to completely cut off the Demonic Cult's supply route that leads to the other two front lines. Then the battles in the other places will also beco much easier."

"I will help."

He was the Cheongeom Unit Commander, who was famous for being lazy about everything. But as soon as the battle broke out, he was more active than ever. In any case, since he was a person who symbolized the sword of the Martial Alliance along with the Baekgeom Unit Commander.

At that sight, the Alliance Leader smiled faintly.

"If you go with , who will lead the First Alliance Unit? Our forces are as many as several thousand. Even I am not confident in commanding that many people. You, an expert, have to do it."

The Alliance Leader, while refusing, saved the other person's face.

When he said that much, the Cheongeom Unit Commander had no choice but to nod.

"Yes, but even if the war is over, you must not promote to a hall master. Since it's too troubleso a position."

"Hahaha!"

The Alliance Leader let out a hearty laugh. Cheon Woojin was also like that, and in the current Martial Alliance, there were too many people who had the ability but did not want to be promoted, which was a problem.

Soon, after the First Alliance Unit had left.

Only the Alliance Leader and Cheon Woojin remained.

The two continued to track the fugitives of the Demonic Cult.

The Demonic Cult mbers, who had confird that there were only two pursuers, tried to counterattack once in the middle, and hundreds were cut down.

The two's pursuit stopped only when they were right in front of the Demonic Cult's territory. Of the ten thousand demonic people who had set out with the Third Young Master and the Seven Demon Sect Leader at the forefront, only about three thousand seven hundred were able to return alive.

It was a truly perfect victory.

The Alliance Leader, before he could even savor the joy, said to Cheon Woojin.

"Where will you go? There is the Kunlun Mountain in the south where the Second Alliance Unit is, and the Qinghai Lake in the north where the Third Alliance Unit is."

Cheon Woojin looked at the south and the north for a mont. At that, the Alliance Leader said.

"That's east and west."

"Ah."

In fact, it didn't matter much which side it was. Among the Hidden Dragon Unit mbers, Namgung Jin and Tang Soyeon had headed for the Kunlun Mountain, and Jin Yun and Song Yiyeon had headed for the Qinghai Lake.

Cheon Woojin, who had been contemplating for a mont, suddenly looked in the direction of the Qinghai Lake in the north and tilted his head.

"It seems winter is coming already."

"Really? It has gotten quite cool, but it should still be a long way until winter cos."

The Alliance Leader clicked his tongue, saying that the young man was making a big fuss.

Regardless, Cheon Woojin continued to look to the north. Cheon Woojin's ki sense was very developed. Since he was young, he had been the first to notice the feeling of winter coming down every year.

'It's definitely the feeling of winter approaching.'

Cheon Woojin, who had been contemplating for a mont, said.

"I will go to the Qinghai Lake."

In any case, he was less worried about the Kunlun Mountain, where the Sword King had gone, leading the Namgung family and the Sichuan Tang family.

* * *

The Martial Alliance's temporary headquarters in Sichuan.

Before the victory of the Sidalmok Basin was even reported, a sad report was first delivered to the Chief Strategist's office.

"I-it's news that the North Sea Ice Palace has moved!"

"What! When on earth!"

"...They will soon arrive at the Qinghai Lake."

The Chief Strategist, who had been predicting the victory and defeat of the three front lines and planning the next strategy, shot up from his seat.

When considered as a single force, the largest in the world was the Demonic Cult, and the next was the North Sea Ice Palace.

In particular, the Ice Palace Lord, Dan Wuyak, was a martial artist of a different class from the Beast Palace Lord and the Poison Valley Lord, who were also called the Three Powers of the Outer World.

Before the Black Plaque Star Lord had unified the Unorthodox Path, there were even those who called the Alliance Leader, the Cult Leader, and the Ice Palace Lord the Three Lords of the World.

"This is..."

This was the Military Affairs Departnt's mistake.

To have missed the movent of a huge force like the Ice Palace!

The fact that the urgent report was delivered only when they were about to arrive ant that the eyes of the Martial Alliance that had been monitoring them had turned traitor.

"Send the Beggar Lord and the Poison King at once."

The man who had received the Chief Strategist's order ran out as if his feet were on fire. The Chief Strategist, who was looking at him, sat down on his chair with a thud and was lost in thought.

The Second Alliance Unit, along with the Wudang Sword Immortal, the Jongnam Sect, and the Mount Hua sect's sect leaders, were dispatched to the Qinghai Lake. If the Poison King and the Beggar Lord joined them, no matter how strong the Ice Palace was, they would not be able to easily look down on the Central Plains.

The problem was speed. No matter how fast the Beggar Lord and the Poison King ran, the Qinghai Lake was quite far. The possibility that they would be annihilated before the two arrived could not be ruled out.

"Damn it!"

Sima Hui hit his forehead and blad himself.

It was not just the Ice Palace Lord in the North Sea. The three elders called the Three Colds of the North Sea were also masters who could not be ignored. Moreover, since there would also be masters of the Demonic Cult...

Although he was burning inside, as befitting a Chief Strategist, he soon regained his composure and began to predict the victory and defeat. It was the only thing he could do now.

"The Wudang Sword Immortal will sohow hold the Ice Palace Lord's ankle..."

The sect leaders of the Jongnam Sect and the Mount Hua sect would take on two of the Three Colds of the North Sea. In fact, this was also a story for when the situation went well, but even so, one of the Three Colds of the North Sea remained.

"I can only hope that the Taeguk Sword Saint will at least take on the remaining one..."

The Taeguk Sword Saint was an elder of the Wudang Sect and was temporarily in charge of the Third Alliance Unit. Although his martial power had not reached Heaven Beyond Heaven, since he was said to be at the end of the transcendent realm, he was clearly the top master of the battlefield, excluding the sect leaders.

The Chief Strategist fell into a deep sense of powerlessness. It was absurd that the only thing he, a strategist, could do was to pray.

After a long deliberation, the Chief Strategist called his subordinate.

Soon, he forced out the words between his lips that would not co out easily.

"...Issue a retreat order. At least one person has to co back alive."

If they retreated, they could at least shorten the ti it would take for the Poison King and the Beggar Lord to reach the front line. There was no other choice to save even a few more people.

* * *

Xining, the provincial capital of Qinghai.

Near it, there is a huge lake, the Qinghai Lake.

The large lake, which did not freeze easily even in winter, had now beco an ice sheet and had turned into a battlefield.

As if to mock the Chief Strategist's prayer, the Taeguk Sword Saint of the Wudang Sect allowed a sword strike from one of the Three Colds of the North Sea.

A sword body as transparent as ice pierced through his abdon.

"Commander!"

Jin Yun, who was cutting down the North Sea's martial artists, shouted in great surprise.

Song Yiyeon, who was pouring out his saber ki nearby, also caught his breath for a mont and looked at that place.

Even though winter had not co, a snowstorm was raging.

On the entire body of the Taeguk Sword Saint, who had been pierced by the sword, frost began to cover little by little. By the ti the white frost, which had started from his toes and fingertips, had covered his neck.

The old man who had killed him said in a low voice.

"Dan Wucheon, a mber of the Three Colds of the North Sea. You should at least know who you're dying to."

Soon, the frost covered the Taeguk Sword Saint's face.

Dan Wucheon pulled out his sword. Since even the blood drops had all frozen, there was no need to shake off the sword.

He looked around with his blue and cool eyes, unique to the people of the North Sea. Two brats were glaring at him as if to kill him.

It was Jin Yun and Song Yiyeon. The two were aiming their swords as if they were going to avenge the Taeguk Sword Saint.

"You're quite sothing for your age."

It was a dry complint without any sense of caution.

With that, Dan Wucheon turned around.

It was an attitude that said they were not even worth facing.

The battle of the martial artists was originally a fight to see how quickly one could kill the opponent's masters. From that perspective, it was more advantageous to help the other elders and quickly cut down the sect leaders of Mount Hua or Jongnam than to face two brats.

Dan Wucheon turned around without any lingering attachnt.

Jin Yun and Song Yiyeon quickly scanned the battlefield. The top master, the Wudang Sword Immortal, was facing the Ice Palace Lord and a master of the Demonic Cult at the sa ti. A precarious situation where he could die at any mont continued. The situation of the sect leaders of Mount Hua and Jongnam was not much different.

With the Taeguk Sword Saint dead, in the end, they were the only ones who could tie Dan Wucheon's feet.

Song Yiyeon asked in a low voice.

"Can you do it?"

"...I have to."

He was not confident. The Taeguk Sword Saint was a master who could not even be compared to the two. The opponent who had killed such a master in just a few moves was that old man.

However, he could not run away just because he was not confident.

With the masters' feet all tied up, if that old man went around slaughtering the Alliance mbers, there was no need to even think about how much blood would flow.

Soon, a light red sword ki poured out from the tip of Jin Yun's sword. It was a small plum blossom that had managed to bloom in a situation where everything around was frozen.

Dan Wucheon, who was being rushed at by the fierce sword ki, did not even look back and just moved his steps to avoid it. He then lightly swung his sword and deflected the pure white saber ki that Song Yiyeon had poured out.

"Hmm."

However, it seed that he had succeeded in stopping his steps for a mont.

Dan Wucheon turned his body and stared at the two. The act of risking one's life in a battle that was certain to be lost in order to protect sothing deserved respect, no matter how young one was.

"Good."

Even though decades had passed, there were still so many excellent martial artists in the Central Plains.

So, if not now, there would be no other chance for the North Sea to set foot on this land.

Dan Wucheon, who had thought so, took his stance. Although it was a simple motion, a cool chill fell heavily on Song Yiyeon and Jin Yun's shoulders.

"I will spare you for three moves. In that ti, you also show everything you have. That would be a courtesy to each other."

Dan Wucheon, who had said so, swung his sword. The white, transparent sword ki that poured out along that trajectory rushed towards the two.

Song Yiyeon and Jin Yun felt as if their hearts would explode. It was the first ti in their lives that they had faced such a strong master.

They had to receive it. For every move they endured, countless Alliance mbers would be able to save their lives.

With such a resolve, when they had each firmly held their swords.

A telepathic ssage was heard in their minds.

(End of Chapter)