The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 189

Cheon Woojin turned his body and faced Namgung Jin and Tang Soyeon.

Behind him were the renowned masters of the Demonic Cult, but his attitude was as if he didn't care at all.

"Young Master Namgung, that was impressive."

Namgung Jin's heart wavered at Cheon Woojin's brief complint.

At first, Cheon Woojin was a thorn in his side, and after a while, he was an opponent who made him feel an inferiority complex for the first ti in his life, and as ti passed, he had beco a reliable comrade.

Nevertheless, as a human, there was an unavoidable jealousy and a sense of helplessness in front of a wall that he could never overco.

All those emotions lted away like snow with a single complint.

"Nonsense."

Namgung Jin, who had said so, averted his gaze for no reason.

However, the fact that he had been acknowledged by the martial artist he had been most wary of, feared, and admired made his heart flutter.

"Young Lady Tang, too."

Tang Soyeon just nodded.

She was still in a state of worry.

This place was too dangerous. The Martial Alliance had to dispatch a master of Heaven Beyond Heaven as soon as possible.

'No matter how much of a master Young Master Cheon is...'

Two young masters of the Demonic Cult, the elites of two of the six demonic families, and two of the seven demon sect leaders.

She thought that he could not handle all of them.

But contrary to her worries, Cheon Woojin's interest was not in the demonic people behind him.

The enlightennt in the eyes of Namgung Jin and Tang Soyeon was fading as if it would be extinguished at any mont.

"The situation is not good, but first, digest the enlightennt. If you miss it this ti, you don't know if the next will be tomorrow, next year, or never."

It was the right thing to say.

Among the countless martial artists, those who reached the peak realm were a very small minority. The stairs to that realm were not sothing that could be easily built.

Tang Soyeon was conflicted.

As a martial artist herself, how could she not have a desire for enlightennt and realm?

A little while ago, she could feel the certain things she had gained while crossing the line between life and death tingling in her head.

But how could she sit cross-legged in this situation, close her eyes, and concentrate on enlightennt?

She thought that even Cheon Woojin could not face that force while protecting the two of them.

It was then.

"I'll trust you."

Namgung Jin sat down cross-legged.

Then he closed his eyes and was soon imrsed in his inner world.

Tang Soyeon's eyes widened as she looked at him. The Namgung family were people who did not trust others. It was so severe that they sotis looked cynical and pessimistic.

Such an eldest son of the Namgung family had closed his eyes in the middle of this battlefield, exposing all his weaknesses.

It was an act committed by trusting only one person.

Unlike her, who had joined the Hidden Dragon Unit late, Namgung Jin had been with them almost from the beginning.

As Tang Soyeon had expected, Namgung Jin did not trust others. The current situation was also just that he had trusted himself. It was a way of thinking that if a martial artist was strong enough to make him, the eldest son of the Namgung family, feel fear, then he was trustworthy.

"...I don't know."

Soon, Tang Soyeon sat down.

Although her heart was not at ease, her desire as a martial artist was telling her that she should never miss this enlightennt.

Thinking about it, if she, as the young mistress of the Tang family, could not reach the peak realm in her lifeti, that would also be a sha worse than death.

And so, the two successors sat cross-legged in the middle of the battlefield and closed their eyes. In that state, their lives would be in danger even from the sword of a third-rate warrior.

At that sight, the Demonic Cult mbers had an absurd expression.

Even they, as a religious group, were not inferior to anyone in terms of faith, but their faith in the Emotionless Guest was truly blind.

"Greedy Demon Sect Leader."

The thick voice of the First Young Master, Ma Unhoe, was low.

Although he was a young master of the Demonic Cult, he was already close to forty. If he had been born in the right era, it would not have been strange if he had already beco the cult leader.

"Yes, First Young Master."

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader looked younger than the First Young Master.

His skin was full of vitality, and there were not even common wrinkles.

He was only wearing a long robe on his upper body, and the body that was glimpsed through it was also like that of a twenty-year-old.

Considering that his age was close to ninety, it was a truly surprising thing.

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader's Star-Absorbing Great Art completely absorbed not only the opponent's internal energy but also their life force. He was the only being in the world who could theoretically enjoy immortality.

"Would you be willing to risk your precious life for ?"

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader thought for a mont at the First Young Master's question.

If he did not face a master stronger than himself, he could continue to extend his life endlessly.

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader's thought was that the value of his own life was so precious that it could not even be compared to others.

"I wonder."

"I want to risk my life in this place. I'm tired of the life of a young master. If I can't take the head of the Emotionless Guest today and beco the young cult leader, I have no will to live on."

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader nodded.

The First Young Master was outstanding in both ability and martial prowess. His personality was also progressive, and he was a man who was more demonic than anyone in the current generation.

He thought that perhaps the First Young Master was a more suitable person for that position than the dead Cult Leader.

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader's wish was only one.

To achieve a demonic world and to be able to freely take all the life in the world as his own nourishnt.

To extend his life for one year, he had to take the vitality of a hundred people. No matter how much power he held as one of the Seven Demon Sect Leaders, he could not take the Demonic Cult mbers indefinitely.

"What would you have do?"

"Risk your life and fight with . I don't say things like a one-on-one duel. I just do whatever it takes for a more certain victory."

That was the First Young Master's demonic path.

To win against the opponent in the end, even if it was cheap and ugly.

To always be the winner.

And so, to look down on everything in the world at his feet.

He believed that there was no beautiful defeat in the world.

'He's so different from the dead Cult Leader.'

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader nodded.

The dead Cult Leader was a man who was more of a martial artist than most martial artists of the Orthodox Path. It was to the point where he thought that if he had been born in the Central Plains, he would surely have beco the Martial Alliance Leader.

The decades that the First Young Master, who followed such a demonic path, had spent under such a cult leader must have been truly painful.

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader's demonic path was also more in line with that of the First Young Master than the dead Cult Leader, so he could sympathize.

"Good."

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader nodded.

At the sa ti, the elites of the Ma family, including the First Young Master, exuded their ki.

The First Young Master drew his sword.

It was a sword with a dark, dark purple blade that felt very ominous. When he put his ki into it, the purple blade began to shine even more.

The Small Demon Sword.

It was a precious sword of the Demonic Cult that was comparable to the Cult Leader's Heavenly Demon Sword.

It was originally a sword that only the young cult leader could possess, but the Cult Leader had given it to the First Young Master as a gift when he turned thirty.

At that ti, the First Young Master had thought that he was finally becoming the young cult leader, but even after that, the Cult Leader did not clearly designate his successor.

'Rather, he made the situation more chaotic by bringing in the Fifth Young Master.'

The First Young Master had no respect for the Cult Leader.

There was only admiration for his martial prowess, but personally, he rather disliked the Cult Leader.

Even though he was the cult leader who was evaluated as being the closest to the number one in the world after the Dark Heavenly Son had disappeared, he had avoided clashes with the Martial Alliance and the Black Plaque Star.

No, he just seed to have no interest.

The dead Cult Leader was not a heavenly demon, but a man like a divine immortal.

"My demonic path will be different."

A powerful demonic ki was in that voice.

Although it was a low voice, everyone on the vast battlefield could hear it clearly.

If one was in the Demonic Cult, one could not help but be interested in the First Young Master's demonic path. The First Young Master was a man who was born with such an atmosphere that made people expect things.

"Waa!"

The Demonic Cult mbers shouted from the battlefield far away.

The morale of those who were exchanging blows with the Alliance mbers rose.

Even though the First Young Master had just ntioned his demonic path, the atmosphere of the battlefield was changing strangely.

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader, who saw this, nodded again.

Such a person was suitable for the throne.

It was then.

Suddenly, Cheon Woojin asked.

"What is your demonic path?"

"The hell of disbelief."

It was a brief but clear answer. Since it ant to put all people under the doctrine of the Heavenly Demon.

"I see."

Cheon Woojin took out his Crane Feather Fan.

Compared to the First Young Master's splendid Small Demon Sword, it was just a very simple fan, but no one could take it lightly.

If the leaders who had gathered in this place were of a certain level, they could recall one person by looking at that fan.

The White Flower Sword Immortal.

The one who had single-handedly invaded the Demonic Cult, had slaughtered a thousand demonic people in the middle of the inner court, and had challenged the authority of the Cult Leader.

The White Flower Sword Immortal, who was called the best hero in the Orthodox Path, was called the worst anti-god in the demonic path.

The demonic appearance of him, who had spread the theory of heroism with a smile while scattering the blood of demonic people in the middle of the inner court of the Demonic Cult, had given a great shock to many demonic people at that ti.

The fact that it was still clear in people's minds even after decades had passed ant that it had given a great fear.

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader, who was the oldest in the Demonic Cult and had even exchanged blows with the White Flower Sword Immortal at that ti, projected him from the figure of Cheon Woojin holding the Crane Feather Fan.

"He is a guy who must be killed first before achieving a demonic world."

If he left the seed of the White Flower Sword Immortal alive, there would be no peaceful days even after achieving a demonic world.

- I am the secondary, and the young master is the primary.

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader, who had inford his role in a telepathic ssage before the combined attack, kicked the ground and rushed in.

The role was clear. If the domineering and strong First Young Master and his limbs pressed the Emotionless Guest, he would look for an opportunity, make contact with the Emotionless Guest, and then perform the Star-Absorbing Great Art.

Nevertheless, the reason he was going out first like this was.

'I can't help but use it.'

From the perspective of a Demonic Cult mber, the successors of the Orthodox Path who were sitting cross-legged so defenselessly were a difficult existence to ignore.

If he ignored them and fought honestly with only Cheon Woojin, he could not even be called a demonic person.

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader rushed in at a trendous speed, belying his age of ninety. Although he was not as flashy as the Fla Demon Sect Leader, the demonic ki he possessed was rather larger.

The demonic ki he had accumulated in his lifeti was over ten sixty-year cycles. Since he had the internal energy of hundreds of years as a human, it was not strange that he was called the strongest among the Seven Demon Sect Leaders.

'After exchanging one move, I'll pass by.'

It was the Greedy Demon Sect Leader's plan.

He planned to exchange one move with Cheon Woojin first.

He could roughly grasp the opponent's martial prowess, and he could also hide the fact that he was actually aiming for the successors.

Soon, his demonic hand was extended.

The enormous amount of black and purple demonic ki that poured out from his palm instantly ford a hand shape the size of a house.

The Great Demon Hand Art.

A huge demonic hand that literally coveted life rushed in as if it would cover Cheon Woojin's entire body.

'Why isn't he reacting?'

In an instant, the Greedy Demon Sect Leader's eyes narrowed.

Even though his demonic hand was about to cover the Emotionless Guest, he still had not made any movent.

Although he was puzzled, he could not withdraw his hand for no reason.

Soon, the Greedy Demon Sect Leader clenched his hand, which he had opened wide.

The huge demonic hand that had been extended forward also clenched its fist, following that movent.

Even at that mont, the Emotionless Guest did not move at all. An opponent who was once trapped in the Great Demon Hand would have a hard ti getting out. The match was already over.

Nevertheless, the Greedy Demon Sect Leader felt an unknown sense of unease. It did not take long to find out the reason.

'...There's no sensation of grabbing anything.'

The Great Demon Hand, which was created with demonic ki, was sowhat connected to his senses. Although he thought he had trapped the Emotionless Guest whole, there was no feeling.

Where did he disappear?

By the ti such a question arose.

The Greedy Demon Sect Leader, who heard a clear sound from behind, turned his head to check.

"W-what...!"

A half-broken blade was rushing towards him.

What was more surprising than that sudden attack was the fact that that sword was the First Young Master's Small Demon Sword.

The First Young Master, who was the owner of the sword, was being held by the neck by the Emotionless Guest, with the half-broken Small Demon Sword dropped on the ground.

(End of Chapter)