Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 89 Grow (4)

“Huh! “Huh!”

After half a day, the fight with Lee Cheon-sang came to an end.

Of course, there was nothing that could even be called a dance. Lee Cheon-sang merely accepted Seo-ryang’s martial arts and did not make a single proper attack.

However, he overcame Lee Cheon-sang’s radiant presence and delivered his best blows at every moment for half a day. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t help but feel tired.

Seoryang’s face, stretched out on the ground, was white.

I can’t even think of being polite in front of the religious leader. Even my lung muscles were so exhausted that they became paralyzed.

‘It wasn’t like this even when I endured Cheonnajimang.’

In other words, it meant that in just half a day, I had accumulated more than the blood I gained in seven days.

Lee Cheon-sang, looking down at Seoryang who was breathing heavily, seemed fine.

The clothes were somewhat dirty due to all the harsh wind and dust, but it was nothing compared to Seoryang’s whole body being tattered.

Lee Cheon-sang glanced down at his sleeve.

“What an amazing guy.”

Due to the internal force emitted from the entire body, it is normal not to have a single speck of dust on your clothes.

However, due to the half-day dance with Seoryang, not only was there dust here and there, but the end of my sleeve was even slightly cut.

It was a trace of a successful work.

‘How long has it been?’

A demonic martial arts attack that disallows proximity.

Even before it closed a year ago, he was an absolute powerhouse who earned the title of Heavenly Demon. Even back then, it was difficult to find anyone who had even touched the hem of his clothes.

But today my sleeve was cut by my student’s knife. It was a martial arts performance by a young man who was only in his mid-twenties.

The implications of that were incredible.

‘I mean, it’s grown this much.’

Of course, it was the result of keeping teaching in mind.

If Lee Cheon-sang had been even a little more serious, Seo-ryang’s life would have been lost within five seconds, not only would his sleeve be cut.

‘No, that’s not true.’

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes shone.

‘What is engraved in the soul is death itself.

However, the survival instinct still takes precedence over the attack instinct. If I make up my mind seriously, I will run away ten miles away in an instant.’

This is a guy who will survive no matter what. And it was only when he gained confidence that he would finally pull out his sword.

So to speak, it is no different from a wild beast. Even wild and vicious-looking beasts curl their tails and retreat if they think they will be hurt.

‘…Fun.’

Lee Cheon-sang’s indifferent expression.

In reality, his heart was as cool and hard as a transparent rock.

But today, while teaching my student, I felt the greatest excitement in recent years.

It was incredibly amusing and also felt alarming.

Because having fun with someone means that he or she is still possessed by a demon.

“Keueuung.”

Xi Liang slowly raised his upper body.

My body didn’t hurt. However, there was no strength. I had to use up all my energy and raise my body using only my physical strength.

Lee Cheon-sang asked.

“Did you gain anything?”

“Just a little bit.”

He nodded. There is no need to ask what you got.

“I just accepted it, but what you gained was your efforts, not my teachings.”

“Cough! “I don’t even have the strength to move anymore.”

“There is no more confrontation. “Come up to the pavilion.”

Lee Cheon-sang walked to the pavilion without even looking back. His attitude was that he had no intention of supporting Seoliang.

Xu Liang grumbled inwardly.

‘A person who does not know cold-hearted respect for others.’

ah? Maybe it’s not human.

‘How on earth did you get it?’

His skills now were only half of their prime.

However, the attacks that rained down on Lee Cheon-sang for half a day were by no means simple. Regardless of skill level, this was my first time attacking someone with such concentration.

However, all that happened was that there was dust on the clothes.

‘It’s a monster, it’s a monster. Lord of the Sipa Uicheon, you old bastard. ‘You sent me to assassinate that monster?’

Don’t get eaten, let alone assassinated. The moment that monster appears in Gangho, you are in trouble.

‘anyway.’

Seolyang stood up on his own two feet and his face was filled with joy.

‘Still, I got a great harvest.’

Swinging a sword against a super expert with as much presence as Lee Cheon-sang is a learning experience in itself.

After swinging the knife like that for half a day, there is no way there would be no harvest. I was able to recognize and correct each and every loophole in the drawing method that I had not even thought of.

For a master of Seoryang level, actual combat is learning.

Although it was not a real fight, in this workshop where he focused more than a real fight, his fighting style became smoother and more aggressive.

‘You make me feel so out of breath, and then you give me this kind of hallway.’

Seoryang, who was smiling and taking a step, made a groaning sound without realizing it.

“Keueuung.”

Damn it, the pain is finally coming.

As I climbed up the pavilion with unsteady steps, Lee Cheon-sang was drinking alone again.

Xu Liang grumbled.

“It tastes better if you eat it alone.”

I was surprised by the words that came out without my knowledge.

Lee Cheon-sang’s answer to Seo-ryang, who glanced nervously, was very surprising.

“not delicious.”

“…Oh yes.”

“Would you like a drink?”

If you drink it in this state, you will definitely get drunk.

I wanted to give it a try, but I decided against it. Because I wanted to avoid this unpleasant situation as quickly as possible.

“it’s okay.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Seoryang internally slapped his muzzle.

You idiot! The leader of the church asks if he wants a drink and he doesn’t accept it and says it’s okay?! Are you crazy about dying?

This time, Seo-ryang caught Lee Cheon-sang’s attention.

But Lee Cheon-sang nodded neatly.

“Please sit down.”

“yep.”

Seo-ryang sat down across from me. My heart was pounding so hard that I couldn’t even feel the pain.

Lee Cheon-sang, who filled the glass and emptied it again, picked up a piece of paper from the side and handed it to Seo-ryang.

“What is this?”

“It’s a gap in your magic skills.”

“…!”

“Your magic skills are not lacking compared to the teenage magic skills. “It’s a martial art that has only recently been created, so I can see quite a bit of room for improvement.”

“Well…”

“I don’t know the outcome, but it will help. This is the true ‘move’ I am teaching you.”

“….”

“If you have nothing more to say, let’s go.”

Xu Liang looked to the left of the drinking table.

There was a mess of paper, pencil and ink scattered there. It seemed like it was written down right before coming up to the pavilion.

Seo-ryang, who was quietly looking at the paper, lowered his head.

“thank you.”

It was a greeting that came from the heart.

Lee Cheon-sang glanced at Seo-ryang, poured the drink again, and said.

“It is a natural award given to a student who surprises his teacher. “Don’t worry about it.”

That person knows how to say things like that.

Xu Liang said with a smile.

“I won’t disappoint you.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“then.”

So, Seoryang staggered and left the pavilion.

I poured and drank alone and repeated pouring and drinking for a long time.

Lee Cheon-sang came down from the pavilion and looked down at the pond.

“I understand why Sirang was interested in that guy.”

The legend of Sirang who causes war in the country.

If the legend is true, the person who will lead the war will have to be the person closest to death.

And that guy understood death better than anyone else.

Lee Cheon-sang raised his head.

The sky was dark. It was only a little after noon, but the dark clouds were full and it looked like a ton of rain was about to pour.

His prediction was correct.

After a while, a shower poured down.

Shoot!!

The pouring rain soaked Lee Cheon-sang’s body. The release of internal power could have prevented him from being hit by a single drop of water, but Lee Cheon-sang did not do that.

A body getting wet, dust being washed away.

Flash!

Between the swirling lightning, Lee Cheon-sang’s magical eyes radiated an evil light.

“Is it time to take it easy and start swinging?”

* * *

“100 million? Confucius!”

“Hey, don’t catch me! Don’t support me! Ugh!”

Wei Hong-ryeon, who was looking at Seo-ryang in a panic, was startled and came to his side.

Seoliang, who was groaning, glanced at Wei Hongryeon.

“What? “Why did you come again?”

“…You often say things like that to people you care about.”

“Because I’m curious.”

“I came here for a drink. That’s Okay?”

“You talk like a cheap person. “If you want to drink that much, drink alone.”

“It’s only fun when you drink it with Confucius.”

“Damn.”

Seo-ryang, who had been complaining, collapsed onto the training ground.

“Cherry blossoms!”

“Yes, Confucius!”

“Give me some food! “A lot of sheep!”

“yes yes! “I’ll have it ready soon!”

The cherry blossoms ran away. It was a more urgent run than ever before.

Wi Hongryeon asked, thinking that it was similar to the divine law of an expert.

“Why, how did a healthy man come back as a rotten vegetable?”

Ma Dong-pil frowned.

“Try to speak.”

“It’s true.”

Xu Liang waved his hand.

“If you’re going to fight because you’re crazy, go out and fight. “Ugh, etc.”

“Your back? Does your back hurt? “Would you like me to step on it for you?”

“Why do you step on it when it hurts, you crazy person? “Are you really going to send me away at this point?”

“Massage, massage.”

“Wow, how did I end up in a relationship with such a devil?”

“You’re the devil! uh? is not it? “Is it a compliment if it’s the devil?”

“Okay, take out the knife. heavy.”

The two people took the Yongrin, Yuseongssang, and Chilyado swords from Seoryang’s body one by one and placed them aside.

Seo-ryang lay down. I felt like I was alive when I lay down on the bare ground.

Ma Dong-pil and Wi Hong-ryeon rolled their eyes. It was my first time seeing Seoryang so exhausted, so I couldn’t open my mouth easily.

Of course, the silence lasted only a moment.

Our Gwangma Daeju Wi Hongryeon was not a person by nature who cared about what other people thought.

How dare they even say that he has no sense of sense, which is inversely proportional to his crazy personality.

“Confucius, are you having a hard time?”

“You wouldn’t know it if you looked at it. “If I close my eyes like this, it’ll be three days in no time.”

“I see.”

“….”

“….”

“what? “Do you have anything to say?”

“I don’t really have anything to say.”

“If you don’t have anything to say, go back…”

“What’s mine?”

“what? “What are you talking about so suddenly?”

After hesitating for a moment, Wi Hongryeon pointed to Ma Dongpil’s sword with his finger.

“You gave him a treasured sword.”

“It did. “What is that?”

“….”

“….”

“….”

“You bastard? “Are you asking why I don’t give you that sword?”

“That’s right.”

“Oh my god, have you ever seen such a senseless bitch? hey! Are you and Dongpil the same? Why do I have to give you a new recruit? “What have you done for me?”

“Ah, you’re saying something embarrassing again. “Still, that’s not how people are meant to be, so why do you discriminate?”

“Team discrimination…”

Seo-ryang’s eyes closed. I was holding the back of my neck because of my blood pressure, and it felt like foam.

“Don’t bother people and go back. “Go quickly!”

“I’m not going.”

“Why aren’t you going?!”

“I heard you were eating. “It seems like accompaniments are too much, so let’s eat together.”

“Aren’t you worried about your crew? “Take care of the crew!”

“I think they’d rather be happy without me.”

It was an undeniable fact, so Seoryang hesitated for a moment.

I wanted to say something, but I quickly quit.

“Okay, just eat and go. Do you understand?”

“You don’t have any affection.”

“Shut up you nuisance.”

After a while, the four people and a fox enjoyed a hearty dinner.

After eating for a while, Seo-ryang stood up as if he wanted to survive.

“I know that’s because I said I won’t come out of my room today.”

Ma Dong-pil asked.

“Is something wrong?”

“I have work.”

Xiliang’s eyes deepened.

“I have something to worry about.”

Before he knew it, he was holding a piece of paper written by Lee Cheon-sang.