The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 183

A wide field that could accommodate thousands of people.

The wild animals had long since fled from the fighting spirit that the martial artists of the Demonic Cult and the Martial Alliance were pouring out at each other.

Cheon Woojin took a deep breath. The fishy sll of tens of thousands of blades was flowing on the wind.

This battle took place on the border of Xinjiang and Qinghai.

It was a battle where the Martial Alliance was overwhelmingly at a disadvantage. The Martial Alliance had to co a long way from Sichuan, and the Demonic Cult mbers were not only geographically close, but it was also clear that they would fight desperately to prevent the Demonic Cult's ho, Xinjiang, from being invaded.

Cheon Woojin drew his sword.

He had hidden his Crane Feather Fan deep in his bosom, and he had left his Crescent Moon Staff, which was too large and thick to hide, at the Alliance.

Instead, a bluish Azure Sky Sword was in his hand.

Seeing him draw the Azure Sky Sword at the head, soone from the Demonic Cult's side shouted.

"It's the Sword King!"

Cheon Woojin nodded.

He had imitated the Sword King from head to toe with his disguise.

Since even the masters of the Orthodox Path had been completely deceived, the probability that the masters of the Demonic Cult would notice was extrely low.

Next to him were Namgung Jin and Tang Soyeon.

Namgung Jin's role in this battle was clear. It was to make the Demonic Cult mbers more naturally see Cheon Woojin as the Sword King.

"There are many of them. It's not a battle that will be advantageous if it's dragged out. The longer it goes on, the lower the morale of the Alliance mbers will be."

At Cheon Woojin's words, Namgung Jin nodded.

"That's right."

The distance from the Demonic Cult mbers was quite far. Since it was a distance where they would not be heard anyway, he spoke informally.

At the sa ti, Cheon Woojin pointed out.

"What kind of talk is that to your father?"

"...?"

Namgung Jin looked at Cheon Woojin, who was on a white horse, with a bewildered face. The Sword King originally enjoyed riding a white horse.

- Young Master Namgung, do it properly. How can you speak so carelessly when you don't know what kind of master is in the Demonic Cult?

At that, Namgung Jin nodded reluctantly. Although he was not at all willing, Cheon Woojin's words were not wrong.

"...I'm sorry, Father."

At that sight, Tang Soyeon, who was next to him, burst into laughter as if it were amusing. Even in her eyes, the current Young Master Cheon looked so much like the Sword King that it was amazing.

- From now on, I will reveal my presence as the Sword King. Since that is the order I received from the Chief Strategist.

To confuse the Demonic Cult's military affairs departnt, which would be carefully watching the movents of the Orthodox Path's masters. That was the goal of this disguise.

Soon, Cheon Woojin stepped on the back of the white horse he was riding and jumped up. Although he had risen so high that he overlapped with the sun for a mont, the white horse stood calmly without any damage, so it was a truly amazing movent technique.

Gasps erupted from here and there.

The weight of the nickna 'Sword King' would be felt very intimidatingly by both the Orthodox Path and the Demonic Path.

Namgung Jin, who was looking at Cheon Woojin's back as he flew away, predicted that it would not be easy. It was a plan that would be quickly discovered once the battle began in earnest.

It was because the color of the Namgung family's swordsmanship was very distinct. Also, since the mystery was so deep and profound, it would be impossible to imitate it carelessly.

It should have been so...

Soon, Namgung Jin's mouth began to open slowly.

"What, what is this?"

The battle had begun, and Cheon Woojin was swinging his sword.

The demonic people, whose bones and flesh were split by the Azure Sky Sword, scattered blood and fell to the ground.

But, the problem was that swordsmanship.

'Azure Sky Unhindered Swordsmanship?'

Cheon Woojin was recreating the Namgung family's swordsmanship exactly.

The Azure Sky Unhindered Sword was a swordsmanship that Namgung Jin enjoyed using when he had a duel with Jin Yun at the estate.

'He only disguised himself, he wouldn't have taught him the swordsmanship, would he?'

No, even if he had taught him a few moves of the Namgung family's swordsmanship to deceive them, it could not have been the Azure Sky Unhindered Swordsmanship. Since it was one of the top swordsmanship even in the Namgung family.

'Then did he see perform it and imitate it?'

There was no other explanation.

Of course, being explained and being convinced were different problems. How could one imitate a swordsmanship that contained the mystery of the highest level just by looking at it?

"...How much more surprised do I have to be?"

Namgung Jin felt as if his strength was draining away. Since he had first seen Cheon Woojin at the Martial Alliance selection test, he had been presented with a greater surprise each ti.

By the ti Namgung Jin was feeling so dejected.

Namgung Jin wrapped his back. But it was painful because the part that was hit was the very center of his back, which his hand could not reach.

Tang Soyeon, who had slapped Namgung Jin's back, burst into a peal of laughter.

"What are you spacing out for? We have to join the battle quickly too!"

Tang Soyeon, who had said so, jumped up and threw herself into the battlefield. In her right hand was a well-honed dagger, and in her left hand was a clear, dark green poison ki.

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The Vice-Cult Leader of the Demonic Cult, Han Wonsang.

He was wandering around the battlefields that were taking place here and there on the border of Qinghai and Xinjiang.

He did not particularly attack the Martial Alliance mbers.

Now that the Cult Leader was gone, he, who was undoubtedly the top master in the cult, could kill dozens of Alliance mbers with a single gesture.

His interest was elsewhere in the first place.

"Sword King, where are you?"

At the last eting, it was decided that the young masters would take on the Emotionless Guest for the position of the young cult leader, and he, the Vice-Cult Leader, would kill the Sword King.

It was a good thing.

When the Cult Leader was alive, he had no choice but to remain as the second-in-command, and even after he died, he could not overwhelm the Sword King's fa as a swordsman.

He planned to take this opportunity to personally cut down the Sword King and make a na for himself as a single martial artist, not as a second-in-command or a right-hand man.

Of course, he was confident. The position of the Vice-Cult Leader of the Demonic Cult was a position that could only be obtained with skill, without the background of the six demonic families or the seven demon sect leaders.

It was then.

A demonic person crossed the battlefield at length. His steps were very light, and since there was no killing intent, no one thought of cutting him down.

And so, the demonic person who had approached as if gliding without any hindrance, knelt down with a thud and said.

"I am the Third Brain of the Military Affairs Departnt. I have co to report that there is a report that the Sword King has been found."

"Really? Where is that?"

The Vice-Cult Leader gave a sticky smile.

A darker and more ominous demonic ki than that smile was burning on his shoulders.

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At the appearance of the Sword King, the Demonic Cult's forces moved.

The Demon Brain carefully watched the movents of the Orthodox Path's masters and responded.

In any case, if a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven appeared, the number of troops was not very aningful. It was right to move the troops to another front line as quickly as possible, rather than dying in vain, and to send a suitable master to that battlefield.

For that reason, the Demonic Cult mbers rushed out from the front line where the Sword King had appeared. Thanks to that, the battle entered a lull. This was also the Demon Brain's intention.

If the battle entered a lull, the fight between the Vice-Cult Leader and the Sword King would attract more attention. If the Vice-Cult Leader cut down the Sword King while so many people were watching?

"The morale of the Demonic Cult, which has been crushed by successive defeats, can be raised again."

The Demon Brain, with his fingers intertwined, rested his chin on them and let out a chuckle.

It was then.

A demonic person hurriedly entered the office. It was the Sixth Brain of the Ten Demonic Brains, who had been dispatched to observe the movents of the battlefield.

"Ch-Chief Strategist!"

"What's the matter that you ca running so urgently?"

"The Sword King has appeared!"

"Huh?"

The Demon Brain hurriedly checked the report that the Sixth Brain had handed him. It was a different place from the front line where the Sword King had appeared a little while ago.

"...What is this? Is this information certain?"

"It is information that the Seventh Brain personally confird the Sword King's face and sent!"

"Then it ans it's certain."

The previous information was also said to be information that the Fourth Brain had personally confird and delivered to the Third Brain.

Since the Ten Demonic Brains were a group composed of all masters, there was no way they would see things that were not there.

"What on earth?"

The Demon Brain, who had been thinking for a mont, judged that the later report was more credible and was about to order the troops that had been moved first to move back to their original battlefield.

The demonic people would be bewildered to have to go back the way they had co for no reason, but he could not reverse the order even after seeing a clear report.

It was then.

The Fourth Brain, who had first discovered the Sword King, ca in person.

"W-when is the Vice-Cult Leader arriving! The Sword King is running wild!"

"Huh?"

The Demon Brain had a confused expression.

Was the Sword King over there the real one? Then what about the Sword King over here?

In the end, he had to move the troops again. But, since the credibility of the information had fallen, it was difficult to give a clear order.

"F-first, please report to the Vice-Cult Leader again. That the first information was correct..."

In any case, the Sword King who was slaughtering the demonic people right now must be the real one.

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And so, by the ti he had reversed the order a total of four tis.

The Demon Brain was tapping the desk with his fingers with an anxious heart. He sohow felt as if he were being played by the Orthodox Path's sche.

Soon, a commotion arose from outside.

"V-Vice-Cult Leader! Just a mont...!"

"You get out of the way too if you don't want to die! It's not like they're training a dog!"

The Vice-Cult Leader Han Wonsang's roar erupted. The huge demonic ki that was crushing the entire building was a bonus.

The Demon Brain hurriedly hid under the desk. Of course, there was no way a master of the Vice-Cult Leader's level would not notice.

The Vice-Cult Leader, who had entered the office, smashed the Demon Brain's desk whole. The Demon Brain, who had curled up like a cat and protected his head, was revealed.

The Vice-Cult Leader imdiately grabbed the Demon Brain's neck and lifted him up. The height difference between the two was so great that the Demon Brain's feet soon left the ground.

"You bastard, what are you trying to do?"

"N-no, that's not it! The report really...!"

"So you're saying. There are two Sword Kings? Or did your worthless Ten Demonic Brains give a false report to play with ?"

"B-both are unrealistic stories."

The Demon Brain hurriedly denied it. If he left it like this, it was clear that the Vice-Cult Leader would find and kill the Ten Demonic Brains one by one.

The Cult Leader had pointed out the Vice-Cult Leader's hot-tempered personality several tis when he was alive. But, to think that he would be like this even in the current situation where he was practically the head of the cult.

The Demon Brain trembled with fear.

"If both are unrealistic stories..."

Soon, the Vice-Cult Leader's gaze beca cold. He threw the Demon Brain away carelessly and said.

"You played with yourself. You held a grudge in your petty heart just because I said a few words at the eting."

"No... why would I..."

But the Demon Brain's words were not finished.

His right arm flew off whole.

"Keu, keuak!"

The Demon Brain grabbed his empty shoulder and knelt down. It was a pain that he, a strategist who was not a martial artist, could not handle.

The Vice-Cult Leader originally had an inferiority complex.

In swordsmanship, to the Sword King, and in the demonic path, to the Cult Leader.

Or, as a person of humble birth, he had an unspeakable inferiority complex towards the six demonic families and their young masters.

But if he were to turn everything over and beco the Cult Leader himself, he did not have the confidence to face all the seven demon sect leaders who protected the throne.

Although the Drunken Demon Sect Leader had died at the hands of the Emotionless Guest, the remaining six sect leaders were all masters who could not be ignored.

Therefore, he liked this operation.

He could at least shake off his inferiority complex by cutting down the Sword King.

But, when he was played by this re strategist, the anger that was in the depths of his heart erupted like an active volcano.

"Damn it! Find out the Sword King's whereabouts properly at once!"

"Yes, yes, I understand..."

The Demon Brain hurriedly bowed his head.

Although his attitude was very servile and urgent, his eyes, which were looking at the floor, were shining more fiercely than ever before.

(End of Chapter)