The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 29

Episode 29. A man who beats up with words

So Gunpyeong, who had put the food on the table, stood up and said.

“Hey Jeomsoy, this place is small, so let’s go outside. And the owner.”

“yes.”

“The noodles taste surprisingly good. “I will come again.”

The head of Jeommun answered while still confined to the kitchen.

“Oh my, please come visit me anytime.”

When So Gun-pyeong left Chunyang Restaurant first in a relaxed manner, Jang Deuk-su barely raised his head and asked me.

“Jahaya, what are you going to do? Are you okay? “Your eyes were so cruel?”

“Why did you make a joke to a customer with blood-stained eyes?”

“I was so nervous that my words came out in vain.”

“What did you say?”

“I thought the knife was shaped strangely and looked like it was brought from Nanman.”

“It’s a knife from Nanman.”

“Shit.”

Namman meant a barbarian living in the south, so if the other person was really from the south, it was an insult that could have killed Jang Deuk-su immediately.

Without realizing it, Jang Deuk-su held the lid of the pot firmly with both hands.

I said.

“Just in case, hold on tight to that.”

Jang Deuk-su nodded repeatedly.

“okay. “Don’t die.”

“That doesn’t happen. “Oh, please bring me a kitchen knife from the kitchen.”

“Why the kitchen knife?”

“You didn’t bring any weapons. “It’s better than nothing.”

Deuksu Jang quickly took out a large kitchen knife and handed it to me.

“here.”

I grabbed the large kitchen knife and spoke to Jang Deuk-su.

“See you later.”

“Can I take a look?”

I said, pointing to the pot lid.

“Don’t come out, but hold on tight and watch.”

“okay.”

* * *

It was a refreshing feeling to be face to face with So Gun-pyeong in my early twenties in my hometown.

Even though Sogunpyeong later became a man with quite a reputation in Heukdo, he fell short of my notoriety.

Suddenly this thought occurred to me.

At least the local village elders of the big and small Bangpa villages surrounding Ilyang-hyeon cannot kill me. I thought that a guy like me would be nervous if people who had made a name for themselves throughout the world appeared.

This is not a matter of inner strength and martial strength.

It’s a matter of whether or not you have experience playing in big water.

At this point, Black Cat Ark is a guy who only fights with executioners at best, so he’s a child by my standards. And this 300-year-old guy who has a reputation for being tough on life is still the henchman of such a brat.

In short, he was an unqualified opponent.

But isn’t it really fair?

About 300 years ago, So Gunpyeong and I were confronting each other, thinking of each other as children.

I asked Sogunpyeong.

“Anyway, Commander-in-Chief, why did you come alone without any attendant? “Are you Tosa-gu-pin?”

So Gunpyeong’s face, which had always had a relaxed expression, was distorted.

“Do you use it if you make a lot of noise while dealing with things like Jeomsoi? And don’t call me by name in a friendly manner. It’s embarrassing… … .”

“Are you embarrassed to fight with me?”

“Shut up.”

“Wasn’t it Black Island’s advantage to flock in droves? “Judging by the idiot-like expression on his face, I guess he’s Tosagupin.”

“I don’t know why Jeomsoi from the village is so arrogant.”

“I don’t know why a third-rate black sword is so confident.”

Sogunpyeong pulled out his weapon, the Yaraedo (夜來刀).

That’s the weapon I recognized.

The Yaraedo is an odd-shaped sword with narrow left and right blade widths, and is a weapon with an excessively curved blade.

I don’t know the story, but it is a weapon produced in southern Manchuria. Because it was the weapon of a man who survived persistently, it is also a weapon that later became quite well known. That sword probably saved So Gunpyeong’s life many times.

So Gunpyeong saw me holding a kitchen knife and asked.

“What on earth are we going to do with that?”

I put my nose to the kitchen knife and sniffed.

“I can still smell the garlic. Let me tell you that if garlic gets into the wound, it will cause terrible pain. “It’s going to be hot.”

Su Junping couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. This is because cutting ordinary Byeongjanggi like tofu was his Yaraedo.

He warned So Gunpyeong, who had a confident expression on his face.

“Remember. “A third-rate man with a black sword. If you touch Jeomsoi, you will be stabbed with a kitchen knife that smells like garlic.”

So Gunpyeong closed his mouth and narrowed the distance with an expressionless face.

* * *

The Yaraedo is a fairly sharp and hard knife, so kitchen knives are naturally at a disadvantage.

If you hit that guy’s knife with a kitchen knife a couple of times, the entire blade of the knife will be damaged. It can be overcome by injecting inner energy, but it is inefficient.

That’s why I didn’t hand out my kitchen knife carelessly. While watching Sogunpyeong’s movements, I maintained my distance and only practiced footwork.

Of course, Yaraedo cannot touch my body.

No matter how many tricks he used, how many mistakes he made, and how many devastating blows he delivered, I was able to evade it without difficulty.

Regardless of the skills I am accumulating now, my eyes and experience in understanding attack and defense are no different from when I was called Gwangma.

The difference in actual combat experience between Sogunpyeong and I was very large.

However, the sight of Sogunpyeong fighting in itself was worth seeing.

Perhaps because he was young like me, he was full of fighting spirit.

But a smart guy should realize something from the fact that I don’t attack and only dodge.

So Gunpyeong, who had been attacking one-sidedly for a while, slowly became more and more stiff, probably because he felt a chill down his spine.

The fierce spirit of life and fighting spirit seemed to gradually subside due to cool-headed reason.

‘You have some sense.’

Like this, I was reading all about the changes in his psychological state and mood. Sogunpyeong, who had been attacking alone for a while in a frenzy, stopped his attack on his own.

“What are you? “How do you know all my movements?”

“It’s Jeomso.”

“Shut up! Jeomsoy bastard. I’m not asking that. “Are you by any chance the Twelve Gods with the same status as Lord Ark?”

“You’re out of your mind to ask and then shut up. “You just have to understand this incident as your laziness.”

“You say I’m sloppy?”

“I learned poor martial arts that only the slaves of the Black Island can learn.”

“Slave of the Dark Island?”

“What you have unfolded is not a proper Taoist method, nor is it a normal walking method. “I’m just dancing the sword dance, relying on my experience.”

Su Gunpyeong had never heard anything like this in his life. However, the expression was a bit strange.

Are you a slave to the dark island?

Sogunpyeong asked.

“Why are you saying that my martial arts skills are those of a slave?”

It was my belief from my previous life that the entire force controlled by the Twelve Gods was the slave of Daenaksha.

“Actually, the expression ‘slave’ is an understatement. You are not normal black people. All of them are Daenachal’s puppets, Daenakchal’s baduk eggs, Daenakchal’s fighting cocks, Daenakchal’s playthings, Daenakchal’s professional group for cleaning up after the Daenakchal, an organization that provides Daenakchal’s funds and women, Daenakchal’s butt licking… … .”

“Shut up!”

“Look at the company of the twelve masters who are disciples of Daenakchal. If you want to wear that idiotic mask, you wear it, if you want to kill someone, you kill them, if you want to train, you train, if you are in charge of a bangpa, you take charge of it, if you are in charge of a Bangpa, you take charge of it, and for the entertainment of Daenachal, you hold a dance to determine the rank, and you offer money and women to Daenachal to flatter them. It’s a group. Among them, you are a low-ranking slave who takes orders from a slightly higher-ranked slave, a low-ranking slave, a trash black sword, a slave rabbit when you are alive, and a tosa-gu-pin when you are no longer useful. “You may think you’re a little boastful, but you’re actually an idiot who can’t even defeat Jeomsoy.”

So Gunpyeong’s eyes were bloodshot as he was hit like a storm by the violent words he spat out in an instant. At that moment, my legs felt weak, as if my inner energy was slightly drained.

“… … .”

“why? “Did you know that you were a pretty cool black sword?”

I verbally beat So Gunpyeong before hitting him with my fist.

“There is no need to feel too unfair. Daenachal, that old pervert will die by my hands later.”

At this time, Jang Deuk-su, who was watching, let out an exclamation without realizing it.

“That’s a huge rant.”

Hearing these words, Sogunpyeong, who had bright ears, looked in the direction where Jang Deuksu was.

Jang Deuk-su was startled and lifted the lid of the pot, but luckily there was no attack from So Gun-pyeong.

The words slave, puppet, baduk egg, fighting cock, and plaything were just floating around in Sogunpyeong’s head. He was even more embarrassed because it was the first time in his life that he had been distracted by someone’s words.

So Gunpyeong, who was taking a deep breath because he was so excited, glared at me and said.

“Talk more.”

Do you see this guy?

I am a man with the confidence to verbally beat up a monk until he gets so angry that he vomits blood.

I grinned.

“It is said that the Twelve Gods, who are like the leaders, will learn more martial arts from Daenachal if they compete for rank and come out on top. But what are you going to do by learning that? Aren’t they idiots who learn martial arts like they’re eating bean paste? Daenachal is one of the many black sword masters. Is Daenachal the best person on the black path? It’s impossible. And Daenachal, despite its narrow-minded nature, will pass on its own season. You are just a puppet and a plaything of Daenakchal. I repeat, I must say that you are a slave of slaves. “It is a life that is rare and pitiful.”

“Is that the end of what you have to say? If you’re that good, I won’t avoid you anymore. “Let’s make sure we win.”

When Sogunpyeong, who had regained his breath, predicted another attack, I responded like this.

“Gunpyeong, an upright man does not live like a slave. “If I get hit, I’ll come to my senses.”

I raised the rectangular, straight kitchen knife that Jang Deuk-su had given me and injected the inner energy of the Yeomgye.

The kitchen knife engulfed in the flames burned red.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The appearance of the kitchen knife, which was barely larger than the palm of one’s hand, turned reddish, and then a bright red flame-shaped energy rose like a haze.

The results I had gained from constantly training in the salt realm were the first to shine in the kitchen knife.

Su Gunpyeong, who was about to launch a preemptive attack, looked at the burning red kitchen knife with surprised eyes.

The red light emanating from the short kitchen knife took the shape of a long sword. As soon as Sogunpyeong saw that, he realized that he couldn’t win.

However, my pride was hurt and I had no intention of leaving like this.

I told Sogunpyeong.

“Do you still think I’m an asshole? Either kneel there and surrender. Otherwise, you’ll get hit hard. “The slave rabbit’s bastard.”

I wrapped the kitchen knife with sword energy and then flame fire scent, the secret energy of the salt world.

The official name is yeomhwahyang, but I call this secret energy ‘bulmat.’ It refers to the fiery taste that subtly permeates things like fried rice.

People who don’t know martial arts might find my current posture and appearance funny. The kitchen knife held in his right hand was held high.

However, I can assure you that this will not be funny to So Gunpyeong.

When Su Gunpyeong was told to kneel, tendons bulged on his forehead.

What man in the world would bow down to a young man from Jeomsoi?

Sogunpyeong, who thought he would only die fighting, put his greatest energy into the Yaraedo and swung it at me.

A haze of unrefined, turbid colors enveloped Yaraedo Island and rushed toward me.

It was a sword wind containing quite a fierce energy.

‘It’s pretty good for a bug.’

There was definitely momentum.

I threw the kitchen knife wrapped in chlorine incense towards the rushing wind. An ordinary kitchen knife made a terrifying sound as it tore through the sword.

Is it just my imagination that the name of the kitchen knife sounds like the angry cry of Jeomsoi in his past life?

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