The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 197

"What can I do for you?"

Il-rang asked with a flushed face.

The Black Plaque Star Lord, the Young Star Lord Ha Inseong, and the Thirteen Black Wolves were also curious about what a martial artist like Cheon Woojin would ask for.

In an instant, Il-rang's pupils shook.

The others who saw this noticed that Cheon Woojin had said sothing to Il-rang through a telepathic ssage.

A mont of silence flowed.

Il-rang, who had organized her thoughts, asked with a slightly deflated face.

"Is that really all you need?"

"Yes."

Cheon Woojin was as calm as ever.

Although everyone had a face as if they were dying of curiosity, neither Il-rang nor Cheon Woojin said anything about the request.

Il-rang, who had been thinking for a long ti, finally said.

"It's embarrassing for to say this, but the value of this grace token is much higher than you think. If you, Woojin, ask to kill the Seven Demon Sect Leaders of the Demonic Cult, I will head to the Demonic Cult right away, and if you ask to kill the Martial Alliance Leader, I can at least cut off one of his arms."

Il-rang was disappointed.

She had been happy, thinking that she could finally repay the debt she owed to the Black Master to so extent, but Cheon Woojin's request to her had a sowhat trivial feel.

Regardless, Cheon Woojin was firm.

"What I just asked for is more important to than those things."

"Hmm..."

Il-rang thought inwardly that the young fellow was really stubborn.

Well, whose disciple was he? It was a matter of course.

Il-rang, who realized that he would not bend his opinion, suddenly brought up her past. It was an attitude as if she didn't care if others heard or not.

"It was when I was not yet thirty. It was a ti when I was in a small Unorthodox Path sect that has now disappeared into history. At that ti, I was not called Il-rang, but by my real na, Hwa Sook."

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Decades ago.

Unlike Il-rang's words, the Black Light Gate, where she had briefly served as a commander, was the most successful Unorthodox Path sect in the region.

It had over three hundred martial artists, and the sect leader was a great man who had reached the peak realm at the age of fifty.

It was the day that such a Black Light Gate was annihilated.

Just two people.

No, one person seed to be a subordinate and did nothing, so it had to be said that they were defeated by just one person.

The sect leader who had reached the peak realm was torn to shreds and scattered throughout the estate, and among the three hundred, only about thirty, including Hwa Sook, were left standing.

Hwa Sook glared at the man, bleeding.

He, who had co like a disaster, was a middle-aged man whose sideburns had turned gray.

While everyone was terrified by his martial prowess, only Hwa Sook raised her fists and took a stance. She was a rather well-known fist master in this area.

Although it was rare for a woman to walk the path of a fist master, no one could ignore her, who had reached the end of the peak realm at an age not yet thirty.

"I am Hwa Sook, the first commander of the Black Light Gate."

It was a look as if to say, you should also reveal your identity.

At that sight, the middle-aged man smiled.

"For a woman, you have great spirit."

"There is no man who has spoken to like that and remained unhard."

Hwa Sook was not afraid at all.

Since she had decided to walk the path of the Unorthodox Path, if she died, she died. What was there to be afraid of in the world?

She only had a strong thought that even if she died here, she wanted to at least pluck out one of his eyes.

"Hahaha! Yes, among these worms, only you are worthy of hearing my na."

He liked Hwa Sook's gaze. Even the sect leader, who was rather famous, had begged for his life and had been torn to shreds, but how could a woman be so brave?

"The Primordial Demonic Emperor. The world calls so."

Hwa Sook's pupils trembled.

The Primordial Demonic Emperor was a nad disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son.

It was natural that the Black Light Gate was so miserably defeated.

It was then.

"Shall I spare you?"

"Nonsense."

The Primordial Demonic Emperor, as if sothing were so amusing, smiled brightly and looked at Hwa Sook intently. His gaze was exactly that of a person who was fixated on sothing.

"Looking closely, your face is quite pretty. Your figure is also..."

Greed glistened in the Primordial Demonic Emperor's eyes as he looked her up and down. Soon, he slightly lowered the sickle he was holding. The blood of nearly three hundred martial artists was on that small sickle.

"Would you like to be held by ? If I like you, I will spare all your comrades behind you."

At those words, Hwa Sook looked behind her.

She saw the foolish guys who were terrified.

Soon, Hwa Sook said to the Primordial Demonic Emperor with a cold expression.

"I'd rather bite my tongue and die than be held by an old man like you. If there is any worm who wants to save their life by defiling my body with that guy, let's bite our tongues and die together."

"Hahahaha!"

The Primordial Demonic Emperor let out a truly satisfied laugh.

He had t all sorts of great won, but to think that a jewel was hidden in such a rural corner.

He was truly lucky. That woman had a charm that all the n in the world would fall for. How fortunate that he was the first to discover such a jewel.

Thinking so, he took a step and approached. He wanted to hold that woman in his arms right away.

"You should know that you are lucky."

The Primordial Demonic Emperor truly thought so. Because that woman had saved her life thanks to his whim.

Soon, the mont the Primordial Demonic Emperor approached Hwa Sook.

Hwa Sook continuously threw her fists. A truly profound ki was contained in each and every one of her fists.

But the result was disastrous.

The Primordial Demonic Emperor received all those fists with his body without any defensive posture. The difference in their realms was not sothing that could be narrowed by spirit.

Soon, the Primordial Demonic Emperor, with a sinister smile, grabbed her wrist. He looked at her tightly clenched fist and said.

"Your fist is also small and cute. Then..."

The Primordial Demonic Emperor raised his other hand.

It was a sign that he would hold her in his arms at any mont.

Hwa Sook, who saw this, really tried to bite her tongue. Death was a hundred tis better than being in such a state.

But the Primordial Demonic Emperor did not even allow that.

The Primordial Demonic Emperor grabbed her chin so that she could not bite her tongue and then gently placed one hand on her shoulder.

Hwa Sook was horrified by that disgusting touch.

It was then.

"You didn't bring here to relieve your lust, did you?"

The man who had been watching from behind said so.

At the sa ti, the Primordial Demonic Emperor's face turned pale.

Hwa Sook was puzzled. Who on earth could say such a thing to a nad disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son?

'He's too young to be the Dark Heavenly Son.'

Hwa Sook also looked at the man.

He was a man who was all black from head to toe.

"G-Grand Senior Brother. It's not that..."

"Or is it?"

The man who had cut him off approached. Hwa Sook had the illusion that a dark night was approaching.

'Grand Senior Brother? The Black Master?'

Hwa Sook had also heard rumors about him.

It was said that if the Dark Heavenly Son were not there, the two would compete for the position of the number one in the world.

One of them was a person who had recently obtained the nickna of Sword Immortal, and the other was the Black Master, the grand disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son.

As the Black Master got closer, the Primordial Demonic Emperor threw Hwa Sook away and then knelt on the ground.

"I-I'm sorry. I was montarily blinded by lust... I will offer this woman to you, Grand Senior Brother, so please forgive ."

The Primordial Demonic Emperor thought so. This woman was very attractive, and since the Grand Senior Brother also seed to like her, he was angry.

His very own thoughts made the Black Master even more unpleasant.

The Black Master was silent for a long ti.

The anxious Primordial Demonic Emperor cautiously raised his head.

At that, an iron staff fell towards his raised face.

The end of the iron staff that had hit his face directly broke.

Of course, the Primordial Demonic Emperor's features also collapsed.

"Keuk! G-Grand Senior Brother! I was wrong!"

He begged, holding his face in pain.

The Black Master just nodded calmly.

"I know. You were wrong."

Soon, the Black Master held out his palm towards Hwa Sook.

Hwa Sook tilted her head at that sudden gesture.

"Give it to ."

"...Yes?"

When she still looked puzzled, the Black Master, with a truly frustrated face, approached her.

Hwa Sook montarily misunderstood his words and held her clothes. At that sight, the Black Master clicked his tongue and picked up the broken iron staff at her feet.

"Ah..."

So that's what he wanted.

She felt embarrassed for no reason.

The Black Master, without paying any attention, went back to the Primordial Demonic Emperor. Soon, he said in a voice as cold as frost.

"If you've done wrong, you should be hit. How many hits will you take?"

The Primordial Demonic Emperor's head spun.

If he said one, he was afraid that he would think he was impudent, and if he called a high number, he was afraid of the pain.

"F-four?"

It was a very ambiguous number.

The Black Master looked at such a Primordial Demonic Emperor for a mont and then nodded.

"Alright."

Soon, the iron staff cut through the air.

The Black Master persistently hit only the Primordial Demonic Emperor's face.

The staff broke every ti he hit. It was a part where one could see how high the Primordial Demonic Emperor's realm was.

When there was one last hit left.

The iron staff was less than half its original length.

The Black Master raised such an iron staff high.

'At least it's a good thing that it ends with this...'

The Primordial Demonic Emperor, who had been thinking that it was a good thing, managed to open his eyes and was greatly surprised. It was the dark heavenly ki contained in the iron staff, the Dark Black Thunder.

"S-Senior Brother, just a mont..."

Soon, the Primordial Demonic Emperor's head was completely crushed.

The Black Master roughly threw away the iron staff, which was now only a handle.

"If you've done wrong, you should die."

The Black Master said so and clicked his tongue.

Hwa Sook, who was a little away, trembled. Although she had been confident in front of the Primordial Demonic Emperor, that man was on a different level.

The atmosphere he exuded, his expression, his martial prowess, his ki, etc.

She had never seen such a dangerous-looking man in her life.

It was then.

In an instant, the Black Master turned his head and looked at her.

As soon as their eyes t, it was as if her whole body had frozen.

Hwa Sook, who could not even breathe properly, and her subordinates, the Black Master, who had been looking at them for a mont, said in a low voice.

"You're lucky."

Saying so, he turned around and left.

Everyone was puzzled.

Was the infamous Black Master really going to spare them?

But he was already walking far away.

In fact, the Black Master did not even care about them. From his point of view, the remaining thirty or so martial artists felt like less than even insects.

It was just that he was still angry.

He had co because soone had said that there was a person in a hole-in-the-wall place called the Black Light Gate who was ignoring the Dark Heavenly Son, but it turned out that it was just to resolve a trivial personal matter.

Since he was a rather childish junior brother, he had thought that it could happen and had managed to endure it once.

'But he's trying to relieve his lust?'

The more he thought about it, the more angry he got. He was already in a very sensitive state because he had not been able to have a match with that guy called the White Flower Sword.

Yes, he had been too lenient with his junior brothers because he had been paying attention to that White Flower Sword guy lately.

The Black Master thought that as soon as he returned, he should beat up the Sword Demon and the Blood Immortal first. Because nagging was best when it was a chain of nagging.

"W-wait a minute!"

At that ti, Hwa Sook ca running from behind.

The Black Master asked as if annoyed.

"What is it?"

"...Thank you."

The Black Master's expression crumpled. In his life, he had heard 'please spare ' more often than 'thank you'.

As he was looking at her with an unpleasant heart, there was sothing that was unnecessarily annoying.

"Because you can't throw away that trivial pride, you live blocked by such a wall. Tsk, the whole world is full of pathetic n and won."

The Black Master said so and turned around again.

Since his mood had gotten worse, he decided to beat up the Stone Giant in addition to the Sword Demon and the Blood Immortal.

"..."

Hwa Sook looked at the Black Master's back with a blank face. To think that a person would say such a thing after she had said 'thank you'.

If she were to throw away her pride and live a shabby life, why would she be in the martial world?

She, who had been thinking so, suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"A wall?"

At first, she had thought that he was talking about her not yielding to the Primordial Demonic Emperor's lust and showing her pride. But it was the Black Master who had ntioned the wall together.

Coincidentally, she was now blocked by the wall of surpassing the peak realm.

'To think that he can tell just by looking?'

She had never heard or seen such a thing.

But it had just happened in front of her eyes.

In an instant, she felt as if the world had widened.

"Throw away your pride..."

In fact, she had more talent in the sword than in the fist.

But because she was often ignored for being a woman, she had chosen the fist out of spite. Although she had been ridiculed and despised by others, saying what kind of fist master a woman was, she had finally been acknowledged with her fist.

That was her pride and her self-esteem.

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Il-rang, recalling that ti, gently placed her hand on the sword hilt.

While her past story continued, everyone was silent. It was a story that even the Thirteen Black Wolves were hearing for the first ti.

"This is my connection with him. Thanks to him, I was able to avoid a terrible situation, my life was saved, and I was able to reach my current realm."

She did not tell the story of how she had visited the Black Master several tis after that and had been beaten and had returned. No matter what, it was an embarrassing story to tell a child who was like a nephew.

Il-rang returned the grace token to Cheon Woojin again.

"I can risk my life to repay that grace. What you asked for this ti, I will help you with even without this grace token. So if a ti cos when you need to use my life completely, co to with the grace token then."

"Yes."

Cheon Woojin received the grace token again. Although it was a small silver token, it felt truly heavy, unlike when he had first received it. It was probably because he had fully felt Il-rang's heart contained in the silver token.

(End of Chapter)