Demonic Master of Mount Kunlun Chapter 476

Part 2 Episode 205

a strange nickname

Ritual flag dancers came up to the stage and began wiping the floor stained with red blood.

The Five Classics were handed over to the Hwajeon Five Family members who were watching from the tent in front of the off-stage.

Yegi Muin handed over the body and praised it.

“The matriarch’s self-control was admirable. “It is a pity that I am humbled, but I will stand proudly before the Heavenly God.”

A middle-aged man with one ear cut off stretched out his arms and received his son, who was limp like a leather sack.

Although I received it as carefully as possible, the small impact caused the broken bones to grind against each other and squeak.

The middle-aged man looked down at his son with bleak eyes and muttered softly.

“Even if you end up in a dog poop, this life is better.”

The people of Hwajeongoga glared at Seonrang and left.

Seomrang stood tall on the off-stage until they completely disappeared and then slowly came down.

People cheered louder and showered praise as if they had been waiting for this moment.

“The opponent was unusual, but he was amazing! Especially the finish! “It was an amazing herbivore!”

“Seeing how harshly you use your hands made me feel refreshed! “Isn’t this really how you win?”

“Seomrang! If you win two more times, you’ll be the Lord of Xiaoqiao! I will support you until the end! “You can’t forget me just because you’ve become a high-ranking person!”

Seomrang, who was walking toward the tent where the group was, frowned and responded.

“I can’t remember Mr. Dokdu’s face because it dazzles me every time I see him! “But I know your voice, so don’t worry!”

Dokdu blushed and scratched his bald head, and people burst into laughter and chattered.

“I heard it’s called a small true spirit. Indeed! “Your ability to use your tongue is quite impressive!”

“Furthermore, I won brilliantly this time! “Stop doing this already!”

“Hahaha! Oh, that? “It’s because I advised you to fight well in Lining!”

“Yekki! Does that mean you did that? “Seomrang did a great job!”

“The atmosphere has heated up! How well do the legitimate sons of the Seven Great Families fight? “I’m really looking forward to it!”

Cult leader Yeon Hwi-jun looked down at Seomrang from the podium and nodded.

‘Was it the ultimate secret of secrets? ‘The herbivore is excellent and the qualifications are also good.’

They said he had a sense of a winner, and he really did.

‘The information about it being a terrible poisonous tumor is probably true.’

You could tell just by looking at the fact that a kid who didn’t know anything about martial arts rose to that level in a short period of time.

‘It was only when I met a good teacher that I finally blossomed.’

It was a pity that the child named Oh-gyeong died.

‘It’s a useful statement, but it’s a waste.’

It didn’t matter since he wouldn’t be able to raise enough while he was alive anyway.

‘It really compares to Gyu-seo.’

Yeon Hwi-jun turned his gaze to his third grandson and narrowed his eyes.

‘Why that guy?’

Since he was a child with limited qualifications and a timid personality, I did not have any expectations.

The current sect leader’s bloodline not participating in the life-and-death struggle is not in good shape, so he was only allowed to participate as a formality, but he is burning up his fighting spirit?

‘Could it be that you were stimulated by the fight a little while ago?’

Maybe it’s because of the expectations of the onlookers.

There was a faint wrinkle between Yeon Hwi-jun’s eyebrows.

‘You fool. ‘You are urging me to do my bidding.’

If you put your mind to it, you will be able to beat this opponent.

However, it was difficult to defeat the next opponent, Seomrang.

Even if you win, you will be seriously injured and you will inevitably lose to your next opponent.

The only chance you have to retreat is this time, when you’re a little stronger than your opponent, but you’re trying to kick him with such useless force.

It was absolutely pathetic, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

For Yeon Hwijun himself.

‘It’s better to die while trying your best than to fight moderately, lose, and save your life. Let’s watch for now.’

While Yeon Huijun was lost in thought, looking down at his grandson, whom he had never shown affection to in his entire life, Seonrang arrived at the tent and was warmly welcomed by Zhao.

“Seomrang! Congratulations on your victory! “Thank you so much!”

“Why don’t you do something like this?”

“haha. Is this something like this? He fought brilliantly against a strong enemy. I never thought I would win so well. I am so proud of you, my heart is full. Danju clearly… … .”

“I managed to do it. “Do you know who it is thanks to?”

Seomrang bowed his head politely at Jeong Gwang’s words.

“Thanks to you. thank you.”

“okay. “Engrave it deeply in your heart and cherish it for the rest of your life.”

“… … “Suddenly my gratitude fades away.”

“are you okay. “You can just engrave it again.”

Seomrang changed the topic.

“Well, which guys are next?”

Jeong Gwang laughed and pointed to the off-stage with his chin.

Both sides of Ye Gi-ju, who were on the off-stage, called out the contestants who would face the second life-or-death struggle.

“We will proceed with the next life-or-death struggle! Third contestant, the Emperor of the Tapseong Imperial Family! The fourth contestant, Yeon Gyu-seo from Ageuk Soyeonga (阿克蘇燕家)! “The two of you go up on the non-stage and stand facing each other!”

The Tapseong Imperial Family was a representative family of Tacheng, located in the northern part of Xinjiang, and was quite wealthy as it had been trading with foreigners for a long time.

But where there is light, there is also darkness.

Is it possible that trade with foreigners will always go smoothly?

Whenever possible, disputes broke out and bloody battles broke out.

Naturally, people become rough, and martial arts is inevitably transformed to suit many-to-many battles rather than one-on-one battles.

Their clothing and weapons were different from those of ordinary warriors, as they were warriors who wore tough leather armor and galloped across the battlefield swinging blunt iron weights vigorously… … .

Jeong Gwang inwardly clicked his tongue when he saw Hwang Ho heading to the off-stage.

‘This is it. I saw it at first glance when I was making the bracket, but I couldn’t get used to it. ‘Why did it work out like that?’

Is it because of the influence of Gwigokja in the past by releasing luxury goods and encouraging immigrants to consume their wealth and even cause strife?

Perhaps because there was less fighting and more oil in the boat, Hwangho and other members of the Tapseong Hwangga family were dressed to focus on flashiness rather than practicality.

‘It’s not an award that will last a short time, but an outfit that will last a short life. At least in this life-or-death struggle, the opponent will have no intention of winning, so it will be safe… … huh?’

Jeong Gwang turned his gaze to the tent where Hwang Ho’s counterpart, Yeon Gyu-seo of Ageuk Soyeon, was located, and then tilted his head.

‘What is this guy? ‘They’re trying to stick together properly.’

It wasn’t just the eyes.

To live by fighting spirit.

Doesn’t he look like he’s made up his mind?

Yeon Gyu-jong, the bastard who got kicked out for being mean to Namin, was scolding his older brother for his actions, but the look of embarrassment on his face made it clear that he didn’t expect his younger brother to do that.

‘It’s a good time. I guess my excitement rose after seeing the fight between Seomrang and Oh Gyeong.’

So what will happen to Yeonhyeokso, the head of the family and father?

‘First of all, let’s look at what the father thinks.’

It was like that too.

Yeonhyeokso glanced at his father sitting quietly on the high platform and then closed his eyes.

And when I opened my eyes again, they were looking straight at me.

Jeong Gwang smiled faintly without avoiding eye contact.

‘It doesn’t matter either way, do whatever you want.’

Although he didn’t say it with his mouth, he must have read it through his facial expression.

Yeonhyeokso turned his gaze and patted his shoulder as he stared at his son, who was burning with fighting spirit.

Yeon Gyu-seo smiled brightly, and his older brother, Yeon Gyu-jong, distorted his face.

Jeong Gwang nodded.

I couldn’t hear the conversation because the internal air was blocking sound from escaping, but I could roughly guess the atmosphere.

‘Grandfather doesn’t care, father pushes him. The opponent that Seomrang will fight with tomorrow has been decided.’

It was as expected.

“Ha!”

As soon as the life-and-death struggle began, Yeon Gyu-seo fiercely pushed Hwang-ho.

Hwang-ho was so embarrassed that his hands and feet became dizzy, probably because he expected Yeon Gyu-seo to fight moderately and then retreat.

The adults of the Tapseong Hwang family who brought Hwangho were equally embarrassed.

He glanced at the Aeguk Soyeonga Gaju History Center and frowned.

Jeong Gwang saw that and smiled.

‘This is the price paid for jumping to the conclusion that the academy would not kill a son who had no chance of winning. It turned out to be fun.’

Although Yeon Gyu-seo did not have the qualifications to become the leader of Sogyo, he had the ability to defeat Hwang Ho.

He continued to apply sharp pressure and plunged the sword into his neck, which was not protected by leather armor.

One boy collapsed with blood gushing from his neck, and the other boy was wounded in various places but stood tall.

Both sides declared victory or defeat with loud voices.

“Yeongyuseo wins! Hwangho loses! “The winner of the second match of the finals of the battle for life and death is Yeon Gyu-seo, who competed on behalf of Ageuk So-yeonga!”

Yeon Gyu-seo bowed with a flushed face as cheers poured in.

Seomrang, who watched the struggle for life with his eyes wide open, knitted his brows and grumbled.

“What’s so fast? “The swordsmanship is also complicated.”

Jeong Gwang ruffled Seomrang’s hair and encouraged him.

“You can win.”

“As expected, isn’t it?”

“huh. “All you have to do is give me one arm.”

Seomrang’s face turned white.

“… … “I don’t want to be like Gwan Suksu.”

“It might be like that when you wake up, so please cherish your arm at least for today.”

The one that required even more effort than Seomrang was Yojingeuk, which competed on behalf of the Aruktaeyoga (阿勒泰姚家) located in the northernmost part of Xinjiang.

The boy, who was incredibly strong and strong for his age, bravely advanced, holding in both hands the Mandarin Angwol, the single most powerful weapon of all.

The rain stage rang with every step, and the sound of cutting the wind was heard when the fist was stretched out.

A power that shows signs of growing into a great fighter in the future!

However, not long after, both arms were cleanly cut off by the machete wielded by the opponent.

And his body was cut horizontally and he died.

The voices of both parties echoed throughout the hall.

“Son Kang wins! Yojin extreme defeat! “The winner of the third match in the finals of the battle for life and death is Son Kang, who represented the Toro Benson family!”

The winners of the life-and-death battles ahead were great, but Son Kang was overwhelming.

People were crazy about the young boy’s strong martial arts skills and strong hands.

Seomrang lowered his head and sighed.

“Has the Heavenly God given up royalties? “I can’t believe such a vicious bastard won.”

Jeong Gwang clapped his hands and scolded like everyone else.

“What if you get jealous when your friend wins? “Don’t frown, just smile.”

Seomrang protested fiercely, scratching his arms.

“What are friends? “What do you think of me that makes you say such outrageous things?”

“Is he smiling friendly at you?”

Seomrang lifted his head and looked at Son Kang.

My fist automatically clenched.

It’s a friendly, funny piece of shit. Isn’t it a laughing expression just by looking at it?

Seomrang showed his teeth and pretended to slit his throat with his fingers.

Son Kang smiled brightly and did the same thing.

Onlookers took turns looking at the two boys and cheering.

“Hey! We get along well! “Are you saying that you will kill that guy no matter what happens?”

“You both win tomorrow and meet in the finals!”

Seomrang raised the corners of his mouth and muttered.

“Of course I will go up, but I wonder if that guy can do that.”

Jeong Gwang stood up and gestured.

“Let’s just go.”

“yes? “There’s still one game left, but you’re not going to watch it?”

Ye Gi-ju and both sides called out the names of the next life-or-death struggle contestants, and Yeom Gi-woong from Geukrap Yeom-ga (克拉閻家) and Seol Jong-wi from Gaeksip Seol-ga (喀什薛家) were heading to the off-stage.

Jeong Gwang glanced at the two children and explained.

“No matter who goes up, they will lose to Sun Gang tomorrow, so why waste time?”

“… … !”

Seomrang opened his eyes wide and hurriedly followed Zheng Guang and Zhao, who had already started to move.

‘Does the Great People view Sun Kang so highly?’

The guy with the ultra-rape salt and the gaeksipseolga looked strong as the heirs of the Seven Great Demonic Families, but they placed Sun Kang on top without any hesitation.

No, there was no need to go that far.

Didn’t I tell you to be careful not to cut off your arm tomorrow?

The confidence that had surged after defeating Wu Qing faded.

‘Damn it. ‘Maybe because it’s the finals, it’s a bit different.’

I felt depressed for a while.

With his eyes shining, Seomrang ran and clung to Jeong Gwang.

“Daein, if I go back to the guesthouse, will you train me so that my arm won’t be cut off tomorrow?”

“of course.”

“lol. “I thought you would, too.”

“But it’s not my responsibility if you get fired while training.”

“… … ha. “I thought you would, too.”

As Seomrang trudged along with his shoulders slumped, Zhao comforted him by stroking his head.

“haha. Do you still not know how to drink alcohol? “In reality, that’s unlikely to happen, so you can rest assured.”

“Instead, it will be as painful and painful as having your arm cut off.”

“Hmm. “It’s better than being left alone, so cheer up.”

“yes. “It really helps me a lot.”

Seomrang walked helplessly and tilted his head.

‘It’s not the direction going down the mountain… … ah. First, I have to go to the temple and take the lady and Gwan Suksu.’

It was just as I thought.

It wasn’t long before I saw a temple that I had become familiar with.

That wasn’t the only thing that was familiar.

People with shabby appearance were standing in a huddle, looking up at the black smoke rising into the sky.

‘Hwajeono are the people. ah! ‘Are we cremating the Pentateuch?’

Since Seomrang was the one who demoted Wu Qing, it was uncomfortable for Hua Zhenao to meet people.

‘I don’t have anything to say. Let’s just pass by quietly.’

It was a reasonable choice, but as soon as I took one step, my mind changed.

‘Are you saying I did something wrong?’

Seomrang straightened his shoulders and walked confidently.

Naturally, the sound of footsteps becomes louder.

A middle-aged man without one ear lowered his head and looked at Seomrang.

He was the head of the Hwajeon Five Houses and the father of the Five Classics.

Seomrang stopped walking and sighed softly.

‘Damn it. ‘What should I say?’

After thinking for a moment, the middle-aged man spoke in a cracked voice.

“Nothing to worry about.”

“… … yes?”

“Kyung did what she had to do and so did you.”

“… … “I guess so.”

“Besides, didn’t you show me kindness?”

He was talking about his actions to keep people from cheering louder by not coming off the stage until his son’s body was collected and gone.

“I feel sorry for you, but I hold no grudges, so go on your way.”

“Okay then.”

Seomrang walked forward with his arms wrapped around his arms, but stopped after taking just one step.

“Well, but.”

“Say it.”

“It’s going up to the sky now. “It’s the Pentateuch, right?”

“Yes.”

“What are you going to do with the remains?”

“We will take you to your hometown and bury you in your favorite spot.”

“hmm… … .”

Seomrang scratched his head and asked quietly.

“I’d like to give you some money for the afterlife, is that okay?”

The middle-aged man flatly refused.

“The main family sells itself for money, but does not receive sympathy.”

“It’s not sympathy, it’s a gift.”

When Seomrang objected, the middle-aged man glared sharply and refuted in a quiet voice.

“You’re only forcing your position.”

“… … “That’s what I heard.”

Seomrang wrinkled his nose a few times and then said hello again.

“Then goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

As Seomrang moved forward, Jeong Gwang and Zhao followed.

When they almost reached the temple gate, Jeong Gwang opened his mouth.

“Do you want to help them?”

“… … yes.”

“why?”

“… … You can understand it just by looking at the Five Classics. “There will be a lot of useful kids.”

“okay. There must be more people who have more substance than chaff. How are you going to help?”

“I’m going to hire him and make him do the work.”

“Are you going to use your hands and feet? “Would you like that?”

“At least they won’t be killed until they reach a usable level.”

“That seems plausible. “But why aren’t you helping me?”

“Because the conditions are not available.”

“Can I help you?”

Seomrang clenched his fists.

“I will take responsibility because I did it.”

“The meaning is virtual, but what if everyone dies before then?”

“… … !”

Seomrang didn’t know what to do, but Jeonggwang laughed.

“You earned your share by fighting in the preliminaries.”

“ah!”

“If you give me the slip now, it’s just a piece of paper. I’ll take it from the golden carriage at the Hyangri Gaekjan.”

“Go, thank you!”

“If you really appreciate it, let’s deduct the work from your original share.”

“Not to that extent. wait a minute. “I’ll be back soon.”

Seomrang Hwajeono ran to the people.

Zhao laughed as he looked at the back.

“haha. The devil has appeared in the Church of the Heavenly Demon. These are words that don’t go together, but they fit Seomrang perfectly… … hmm?”

Zhao’s gaze shifted to Zheng Guang.

“why?”

“haha. “There is a person on a certain mountain who is called by this strange nickname.”

Jeong Gwang shook his head as if he had finally remembered it.

“Now that I think about it, I forgot. “I hope you, Master Daejin, are doing well on Mt. Wudang.”

martial arts,