The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance Chapter 199

While everyone was in confusion at the words that Cheon Woojin had tied with the Black Plaque Lord.

"I see."

A single voice squeezed through the people and settled down.

Because it was a comfortable and profound voice like a calm lake, it also sowhat eased the turbulent hearts of the others.

"Are you not surprised, Alliance Leader?"

The Sword King said as if it was unexpected.

In fact, the Alliance Leader, who was called one of the Three Lords of the World along with the Black Plaque Lord, would have the most complicated feelings.

However, the Alliance Leader nodded as if asking what the problem was.

"Isn't it a truly good thing for our Righteous Path, the fact that Woojin is eating together with us here, not at the Black Plaque or the Demonic Cult? How could my heart be completely at ease? But if worrying won't make it better, wouldn't it be better to just accept it as it is?"

The Alliance Leader had often had this thought recently.

Because he had the experience of directly exchanging blows with Cheon Woojin, and since he was in a position to oversee all the major and minor affairs of the Martial Alliance, he knew Cheon Woojin's exploits more clearly than anyone else.

Woojin might surpass .

He might have already surpassed .

When he first thought of that fact, his heart felt truly strange, just like the Sword King and the Poison King right now.

Because they were people who had lived as the pinnacle of the martial world for the past decades, they could not accept the fact that they had to disappear into the shadow of a new era.

It was natural for anyone to have such a reaction.

But what could they do if they didn't accept it?

They couldn't hope for a fortuitous encounter to fall from the sky, and they certainly couldn't hope for Woojin to die.

"If you don't want to lose, you just have to train. If you still lose, you have to acknowledge it. And if you can't acknowledge it, you just have to train again."

The Alliance Leader said casually.

That voice resonated in the hearts of the Sword King, the Sword Immortal, and the Poison King.

There was a ti when everyone devoted themselves to training day and night, thinking of their rivals.

Because it was decades ago, they couldn't even rember who that rival was now, but they clearly rembered that passionate heart.

"I like it."

The Sword King said, suddenly placing his hand on the shoulder of his son, Namgung Jin, next to him with a loud smack. His son frowned in pain, but he didn't care at all and laughed heartily.

"Honestly, I was just impressed by the Alliance Leader's words. So, to say it suddenly..."

The Sword King paused for a mont.

Everyone, including Namgung Jin, looked at him curiously.

Soon, he smiled, revealing his pure white teeth. It seed the Namgung family, which originally had excellent lineage, also had healthy teeth for generations.

"I will beco the Greatest Swordsman in the World."

"...?"

Everyone made a dumbfounded expression.

Because such words were more likely to co out of the mouth of his son, the Little Sword Dragon, rather than the Sword King.

Regardless, the Sword King continued his words confidently.

"I plan to defeat Senior Sword Immortal and the Alliance Leader, defeat the Sword Demon, the disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son over there, and if a new outstanding swordsman appears, I will defeat that guy too, and finally beco the Greatest Sword in the World."

The Alliance Leader and the Sword Immortal, who were suddenly pointed out, let out dry coughs.

However, both of them, who were called the Three Great Swordsn of the World together, had expressions that showed they had no intention of losing to the Sword King at all.

The atmosphere, which had been confusing for a mont, beca comfortable again.

Of course, Sima Hui, who had been focusing on his al with his head down all along, was laughing inwardly as if the sky would fall.

'It's the greatest Martial Alliance in history.'

The Alliance Leader and other prominent masters of Heaven Beyond Heaven are standing strong. Also, the Emotionless Guest, who was said to be a rising master, had already reached the ranks of the Three Lords of the World.

The Chief Strategist had no confidence in all the battles that would occur in the future. No confidence in losing, that is.

While everyone was laughing, the Poison King suddenly said.

"Woojin, you know that Imoogi's poison you showed last ti."

"Yes, the Flood Dragon's Poison."

"Right, that. Do you still have it?"

"Yes."

Because it was a sudden question, everyone looked at the Poison King with questioning faces. However, Tang Soyeon, who knew her father better than anyone else, was slowly backing away with a terrified expression.

Checking Tang Soyeon's reaction, they looked at the Poison King's face again. His dark green eyes were shining more fiercely than ever.

Just as the Sword King was stimulated by the Alliance Leader's words, the Poison King's heart also seed to have fluctuated greatly.

Especially the Poison King, who had to rebuild his realm as a Poison Human while suffering from dentia for a long ti. For him to be interested in the Flood Dragon's Poison...

"Give it to ."

"Yes."

Cheon Woojin casually put his hand in his chest.

At the sa ti, those gathered in the room jumped up in terror and backed away. They heard that the Flood Dragon's Poison was much stronger than the poison the Poison King harbored in his pri.

"This crazy! What are you doing in the middle of a al!"

"Senior Poison King, you can do it slowly."

The Sword King and the Chief Strategist shouted in great surprise.

Regardless, Cheon Woojin took out the Flood Dragon's Poison.

Its unique brilliant color was very beautiful, but no one thought of looking at it closely.

The Poison King received the Flood Dragon's Poison with his bare hands. Only the Poisonous Hand sat next to the Poison King and looked at the Flood Dragon's Poison together.

"Wow, looking at it again, the color is killer."

The Poisonous Hand admired it purely. It was a half-srized look, as if looking at the most beautiful jewel in the world.

The Poison King also nodded in agreent with a dazed face.

To the two people who handled poison, the Flood Dragon's Poison was a bead more precious and beautiful than any jewel.

"Can I take this?"

The Poisonous Hand asked, looking at the Divine Physician.

The Divine Physician had also already backed far away. He narrowed his eyes, looked at the Flood Dragon's Poison for a mont, pondered, and soon answered.

"You will die."

"I guess so."

The Poisonous Hand admitted it obediently.

Just being this close, he could feel a truly trendous energy. Of course, it wouldn't function as a poison until the bead was broken, so there was actually no need for everyone to make a fuss.

"Can I keep this?"

The Poison King asked Cheon Woojin.

Because he had a very resolute face, Cheon Woojin was worried.

"Are you planning to take it?"

Anyway, the Poison King was a junior whom his master, the White Master, cherished. He couldn't just watch him die while overexerting himself to take the Flood Dragon's Poison.

The Poison King drew a strange smile.

"I am surprisingly not that foolish. However, if I happen to et an opponent I cannot handle, I plan to use this. In such a situation, it would be difficult to maintain my life anyway, so I will at least hold onto that guy's ankle."

The Poison King, who said so, added a silly joke, 'Of course, I don't an I'll use it on you.'

Cheon Woojin was inwardly surprised. He hadn't told the Poison King the story related to the Dark Heavenly Son or the silver-haired man yet. Nevertheless, he was feeling so ominousness.

As a master who had reached Heaven Beyond Heaven, his extrely developed sixth sense seed to be endlessly warning him of sothing.

"Yes, I understand."

When Cheon Woojin nodded, the Poison King put the Flood Dragon's Poison in his chest. Next to him, the Poisonous Hand looked at it with a very covetous face.

When the Flood Dragon's Poison disappeared from sight, only then did people sit down again. Since the al was already almost over in the first place, they were just sipping the broth.

The Poisonous Hand and the Divine Physician, who were heavy drinkers, thought of alcohol, but since the atmosphere was quite wholeso, they were just smacking their lips.

In the anti, a man who made the two people very happy appeared in the manor.

Squeak.

The door opened, and a white-haired old man entered.

He was short, but his build was very sturdy, unlike his age, and he held a wine bottle in his left hand and a light gray iron staff in his right hand.

While the Poisonous Hand and the Divine Physician rejoiced at the sight of the wine bottle, Cheon Woojin stood up from his seat and welcod him.

"Elder."

It was none other than the White Night Craftsman.

In fact, he was also the person Cheon Woojin had been waiting for the most.

A crack had appeared in the Crescent Moon Staff during the spar with the Black Plaque Lord.

Because it was a very fine crack, it wouldn't break imdiately, but if he were to fight an equal opponent with all his might, it wouldn't be able to endure.

"Hehe, everyone was gathered here."

The White Night Craftsman drew a good-natured smile.

He was very happy recently because he had obtained a very precious material called the reverse scale of an Imoogi.

"Ah, if we knew you were coming, we would have saved so separately."

"Son, run to the dining hall right now and bring one more chicken."

The Alliance Leader and the Sword King said in turn.

The two swordsn had a very great liking for the White Night Craftsman. It was probably because all the top swords of the era had passed through his hands.

"Haha, no. I just had a al and ca. More than that..."

The White Night Craftsman, who put down the wine bottle he brought as a gift on the dining table, soon handed the iron staff to Cheon Woojin. Unlike the dark ink-colored Crescent Moon Staff, it was a staff with a profound light gray color.

"Is this the staff with the reverse scale in it?"

"That's right. It was a truly hard material, so it wasn't easy to make. I mixed Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron and Ten Thousand Year Dark Iron, and applied the slting thod I obtained in my later years. In theory, it should be even more outstanding than the Crescent Moon Staff, but..."

The White Night Craftsman could not easily assert it.

If the two staffs had just been made at the sa ti, the staff with the Imoogi's reverse scale would be more outstanding.

However, the Crescent Moon Staff was a weapon that a rare master nad the Black Master had used for decades, imbuing it with his will. Moreover, the disciple who inherited the staff was also a top master of the era.

Naturally, all weapons were like that, but the staff in particular was a weapon that changed quite significantly depending on the person using it.

Because the energy is evenly contained throughout the entire staff, and it collides with all parts, not a specific part.

If used incorrectly, it would break quickly, but if used by an outstanding master, it could actually beco even harder, as if it had been struck thousands or tens of thousands of tis.

"May I examine it for a mont?"

"Of course."

The White Night Craftsman handed over the light gray iron staff.

Cheon Woojin, who received it, examined it very carefully. He lightly swept it down with his palm to feel the texture, and swung it slightly to check the balance.

"I've never handled any staff other than the Crescent Moon Staff, but it's amazing."

The White Night Craftsman was actually even happier because of that. Because the only object of comparison was none other than the Crescent Moon Staff.

He had also made the Crescent Moon Staff, but the timing, situation, materials, youthful vigor, and even heavenly luck. It was a trendous treasured weapon that could be created because all of those things fell into place.

Soon, Cheon Woojin reached out his hand. Then the Crescent Moon Staff, which had been leaning against the wall, flew over and wrapped snugly in his hand.

"May I try clashing them?"

The White Night Craftsman swallowed his saliva.

Clashing the two staffs with the sa force.

It was the most intuitive way to test a staff.

"Y-yes, go ahead."

"If you are worried, I won't do it. Anyway, it's a sufficiently excellent staff even in this state."

Cheon Woojin intended to use this staff if the Crescent Moon Staff disappeared. Because it was such an excellent staff that couldn't be compared to other staffs.

"No. I want to make a new work that surpasses my masterpiece, not just an excellent staff."

"If so."

Cheon Woojin, who nodded, soon imbued energy evenly into the two staffs. The Crescent Moon Staff spread its unique dark, cool energy, and the light gray staff brilliantly blood a profound color like the edge of the night.

While everyone was admiring the sight.

Cheon Woojin held the two staffs facing each other.

Just before clashing them, he glanced to the side and saw the Sword King and the Alliance Leader subtly moving to a position where they could protect the people in preparation for any unforeseen circumstances.

Finally relieved, Cheon Woojin soon clashed the two staffs.

A roar that truly seed to grab and shake heaven and earth erupted.

The masters, including the Alliance Leader and the Sword King, hurriedly created a ki barrier to protect the people around them.

'T-that terrible guy!'

The Poisonous Hand clicked his tongue inwardly while hiding snugly between the ki barriers of the Alliance Leader and the Sword King. It was a test, but did he have to strike the treasure the master artisan had just created so rcilessly?

Sure enough.

The thick smoke and ki wave subsided.

On the floor lay a single iron staff that had burst into pieces.

Naturally, what was still held in Cheon Woojin's hand was the Crescent Moon Staff.

Seeing this, the White Night Craftsman's expression was dyed with shock.

Even the Poison King, who was famous for being heartless, looked at the White Night Craftsman with a pitiful face. He heard that to a blacksmith, a weapon is like a child.

'If so, right now the White Night Craftsman is seeing his child right before his eyes...'

The Poison King covered his mouth with his hand.

How could he do such a cruel thing!

Everyone had similar expressions.

In the suffocating silence, the White Night Craftsman barely opened his mouth.

"I-I'll have to make it again."

He was trying hard to smile, but anyone could see he was in trendous grief. Weren't his sturdy shoulders, packed with muscles, drooping like blanched greens?

The Poison King suddenly picked up a chicken leg and handed it to him.

"H-here. Have a bite before you go."

It was his own way of comforting him, but the White Night Craftsman shook his head with the saddest eyes in the world.

"...I'm full."

Then he gathered the fragnts of his child, no, the iron staff, which lay shattered on the floor, and left the manor.

Squeak, tak.

The door he went out of closed with a mournful sound.

Soone said in a low voice.

"Young Master Cheon trampled on the dream of a master artisan."

"...I couldn't break the Crescent Moon Staff on purpose."

It was truly a correct statent.

However, just as there are rational people in the world, there are also emotional people.

While so emotional types, including Song Yiyeon and surprisingly the Poison King, imrsed themselves in the White Night Craftsman's position and felt heartbroken.

So extre rational types, including the Alliance Leader and the Sword Immortal, shattered their sentints.

"Woojin is right. Thanks to this pain, the White Night Craftsman will create an even more outstanding work."

"Yes, everyone fails. It's just a difference of whether you rise above that failure or sit down."

At the words of the Alliance Leader and the Sword Immortal, the Sword King and the Poison King glared at them, asking if it would kill them to show so empathy. Originally, rational types were always cursed at by emotional types.

It was then.

While clearing the tableware in a sowhat awkward atmosphere.

Very urgent footsteps were approaching.

There was no one in the room who couldn't hear it.

Everyone stopped what they were doing with tense faces and looked at the door. Soon, the door of the manor burst open, and a young strategist appeared. His face was pale white.

"What's the matter?"

Sima Hui asked.

The strategist caught his breath once and then said in a trembling voice.

"...They say the Young Cult Leader of the Demonic Cult has been decided!"

At the sa ti, everyone threw away their tableware and jumped up from their seats.

(End of Chapter)