The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 247

Episode 247 Kangho’s duty.

Mu Lung-ja, who had been patiently waiting for the chat with his former life, Sa-suk, stepped forward and spoke with a happy expression.

“Master Zuo, I didn’t think you and I would have anything to do with Gangho, but I’m glad we met like this. To put it a little exaggeratedly, it is an honor. “To get a chance to fight a master of the Demonic Cult.”

I looked at Mu Lungzi’s expression. Why am I so happy when so many of my disciples have died? I was also confused because the only expression on his face was that he was really happy. There are not many experts in the world who can be happy to fight against a sword demon.

What kind of confidence is this?

The Sword Demon answered while glaring at Murungja.

“Old man, it’s an honor for me to hear you say that.”

Murungja laughed heartily and looked at the demon demon and the color demon.

“I’m glad that the match was right at the right time. Who are you two? “Let’s start by knowing who we will kill and who we will kill.”

The demon introduced himself.

“You can think of him as the last disciple of Yuhamun.”

Mu Lungja nodded.

“Oh, you were the Yukhap teacher who went on a rampage with revenge. Nice to meet you.”

The demon snorted. The color demon met her eyes with her mureungja and opened her mouth.

“I am Baek Eung-ji’s color… … What you looking at?”

Everyone in the room looked at the red horse.

It seemed as if he changed his mind as soon as he realized that he had accidentally made a mistake under some kind of mental pressure.

But I introduced it instead.

“Every color of Baek Eung-ji.”

Sasuk muttered behind him.

“Oh, you have a lot of problems.”

The devil glared at Sasuk.

“The problem is more in your head.”

Sasuk denied it while stroking her head with both hands.

“no!”

The devil smiled and answered.

“No, it doesn’t matter. that’s right.”

I glared at the old men to the left and right of Wu Lingzi.

The old man, who was not only handsome but also very fat for a strong man, said with a hearty smile.

“To be honest, I’m afraid of Zuosha. Please do not put me in a one-on-one relationship with Jwasa. “I call myself a flat-faced person.”

When a person who was not flat at all was called a flatter, his mouth naturally opened.

“You look like a fat person, not a flat person.”

The leveler glared at me.

“Hao Wenju, shut up.”

I heard a strange noise behind me, so I turned around and saw my sister-in-law, Sasuk, laughing.

Still, I think this was funny. I just wanted to laugh. Meanwhile, the rest of the beggars also introduced themselves.

The swordsman, who was one head shorter than the other old men, said.

“It’s called Gosanja (高山子).”

A dark-faced man introduced himself for the last time.

“I am a white peach.”

Because it was a feast of wordplay, there was no proper nickname. Doja (桃子) originally meant peach, so the nickname of a man with a dark complexion was white peach.

In short, it will be white peach (白桃).

I nodded.

“There was a white island on a flat place on a high mountain, so that place was Mureung Island. “Is this what the nicknames for the four lions mean?”

Murungja laughed.

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha… … .”

The four children burst into laughter at the same time. Behind me, my sister-in-law Sasuk started spouting innocent nonsense.

“great. The eight of you compete in martial arts, but make sure your opponent is not seriously injured. “Wouldn’t you be happy just to determine the superiority and inferiority of martial arts?”

“Shut up.”

“This is why I hate monks.”

“You bald head, shut your mouth.”

“Don’t get your hair caught in black hair.”

Sa-suk, a fellow student who had been repeatedly beaten by Sado-ja, swallowed his saliva once.

Murungja suggested.

“It would be fun to have a wheel fight and watch people die one by one. It is okay to fight as a group. Juniors, choose the way you will die.”

I asked Murungja.

“What do you want?”

“One-on-one would be good.”

I went first. In fact, I didn’t think I would be able to have a decent one-on-one fight with Sima Yuedo, so I went first. In a fight like this, the first match is the most important. This is because after I kill one person, a group battle of four to three ensues. The same applies if I lose.

“Me first.”

Mu Lungja, Pyeongpyeongja, Gosanja, and Baekdoja looked at each other’s faces and wondered who would leave. Since Murungja was paying attention to the Sword Demon, I expected that the second strongest among the Apostles would come out.

The leveler came out, drawing his sword.

“Munju, please take care of me.”

Since he said he didn’t want to compete with the Sword Demon in the first place, it means he has confidence in the other three. As Wu Lingzi and his party retreated, the Four Great Evils grabbed fellow Su Shu Shu and fell a long way away.

Two male levelers spoke to me.

“Munju, let’s not kill each other.”

I nodded.

“Should we stop at cutting off arms and legs?”

“That’s good too.”

“Pyeongja, what is the identity of the peach?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

Murungja joined the conversation.

“Stop talking nonsense.”

The moment I looked at Murungja, the sword of the flatterer appeared in front of me. I stepped back for a moment and dodged it by nodding my head, but the swordsman’s technique was so light that he followed my eyes as if chasing me.

As soon as I pulled out the wooden sword, I swung it upwards and struck down the leveler’s sword, then prepared the seat. This was because there seemed to be a big loophole in my motion of striking the sword. As promised, the pyeongpyeongja gave me a chair, and I accepted it with the help of Yeomgye Daesooin, who I had prepared in advance.

Before the reddish tension could grow into the shape of a palm, the flatter’s tension collided and made a loud noise, followed by the flatter’s follow-up attack. His movements were far from being fat. Rather, by adding strength to the weight of the body, it moved more elastically and explosively faster than generally expected.

The inner strength is much deeper than I expected.

Is it because he is about thirty to forty years older than me? In the early exploration-like skirmishes, nothing was behind me.

Footwork, inner strength, swordsmanship, even tension… … .

In fact, I was worried about a surprise or secret attack by Murungja and his party, but for now, I trusted the four major villains’ response. Focusing only on Pyongpyeongja, he injected the flame energy into the wooden sword and fought with Wolyeong Martial Arts wrapped around his left sword to block the variables.

It was only after clashing swords a dozen times in an instant that I realized that the leveler’s prowess was strangely deeper than the level of swordsmanship.

just as expected. As I strictly defended myself, the flatter attacked with the intention of using his inner strength to suppress him. It showed that he was confident that he could deal with me even if he expended all his energy like this.

I was able to deal with all the subtleties and tricks of the sword, but every time I released tension, the waves rose up like a wall and came crashing down on me.

‘Why on earth is my resistance so high?’

For a moment, I wondered what the peach that Murungja was talking about was. The reason why Murungja became a public figure was written under the description of his appearance. He gained fame by gathering many of his disciples, but many of those disciples disappeared, leading to accusations against the Murim League. This is because Mu Lungja repeatedly refused the calls of the Murim Alliance to personally come and explain, and ended up killing the Alliance.

If you think about it that way, a peach is not a peach.

If you think about it darkly, it is.

After organizing my thoughts through reasoning, I looked at the leveler’s face again. The thought of cutting off his limbs and retiring was replaced by the feeling of wanting to kill him by tearing his whole body apart. Mureungja, Gosanja, and Baekdoja remained, but their power was maximized from the beginning.

As soon as we clashed our swords, as intended by the leveler, we crossed our hands and even exchanged seats.

Pow!

The flatter may have been planning to overwhelm me with his inner strength from the beginning, but the palm he was clinging to this time did not come off.

The black sword and the chair are stuck together because of each other’s strength.

I looked closely at the leveler’s eyes and expression.

The inside of the flatter’s mouth moved, and soon a small piece of metal came out with a sound.

As I nodded and dodged, there was the sound of metal hitting someone’s sword behind me.

I continued to pour out tension while glaring at the flatter. The flatter grinned, and this time he pulled me into the outer space and tried to headbutt me. It was a difficult attack to avoid with not only the sword but also the left arm attached.

I copied the flatter’s mouth and spat at the leveler who was headbutting me.

Blocking a headbutt with spit?

no. The leveler, who had expected it by rote, tilted her head back in surprise. I moved to the side and kicked the flatter’s ankle with my right foot, as if to give strength to the unbalanced posture of the flatter who was swaying on his own. Because the foot that was supporting the weight of the flatter was kicked, the flatter’s body rose into the air.

The moment Pyeongjae’s massive body hit the ground, he wrapped the Xuanwol Ice Ball and Flame Realm around both hands, pulled the crossed hands together, and cast the Sunmoon Light Spring.

In fact, it is unreasonable to say that it was minted.

However, when the extreme yang and extreme yin energy came into contact, the omens of the sun and moon light spring occurred. As a roar and light occurred in front of my eyes, the leveler on the ground began to move as if struggling. I looked into the flatter’s eyes and tried to bring my hands together as if competing for external strength. The leveler was holding on to keep my hands from coming together.

In the meantime, the Murungja side launched a surprise attack, but I didn’t bother to respond.

Almost at the same time, the sounds of the color demon, demon demon, and sword demon being drawn or moving their swords were heard. After leaving the rest to the four great evildoers, I made sure to clash with Xuanwol and Yeomgye.

A state where the hand holding the sword and the hand holding the tension are crossed.

For a moment, I glared at the flatter and bit this guy’s face like a wolf. When the startled person, who didn’t even have the strength to tear it open and chew it, let out a scream. The inner strength of the leveler, which had been so deep, stopped in an instant, like a waterway being cut off.

At that moment, I gave up the sword, grabbed the man’s neck and face with both crossed hands, and started injecting him with ten attacks.

The leveler screamed, and laughter suddenly broke out.

“… … Were you that scared of being bitten? He doesn’t have a very handsome face, but he’s freaking out. “You freak out.”

I burst out laughing and poured a hundred battle ten-dangong’s brain energy into the head of the person who was having a seizure. His face burned black and it was only then that he made a counterattack, such as throwing out his fist. I didn’t want to get hit even once, so I grabbed the flatter’s face and jumped upside down with only my feet in the air, then turned around and continued to inject his brain energy.

“Hey, old flatter. What is a peach? If you tell me, I’ll save your life. Saved me… … .”

The flatterer’s head was already burned and he couldn’t speak. Suddenly, I looked up and saw that the Four Great Villains had already confronted Wu Lingzi and his group.

Meanwhile, my sister-in-law, Sasuk, glared at me with bloodshot eyes and screamed.

“Do I really need to kill you?”

While observing the situation, I spoke to my fellow officer.

“Bald man, don’t you think the world is too beautiful? Many of Wu Lungzi’s disciples went missing. The peach is not the peach you think it is. You also started as a monk, right? A guy like you must be a peach. If there were one or two evil people in the world, I would have entrusted them to you and advised you to guide them, but in reality, there are too many of them. What about those who die innocently? “Killing is the duty of a strong man.”

I looked at the fellow initiate, then lifted my foot again and smashed the head of the already dead flatterer again. After picking up the wooden sword that had fallen on the ground, I looked at the evil brothers fighting.

The Sword Demon is fighting fiercely with Murungja.

The color demon and the demon demon were competing with Gosanja and White Doja, respectively. Since it was a fight with a good combination, there was no time to intervene right away.

I suggested it to my fellow colleague, Sasuk, who was standing blankly.

“Bald man, don’t just stand there and help me. Please help my brothers. Even if we die from them, do you plan to guide them?”

Sasook from my previous life looked at me blankly.

I told Sasuk.

“If we all die, you will die too, so think about it carefully.”

In fact, he was a priest of Gwangseung and Gwangseung himself said he was a martial arts genius, so his skills must have been very good. However, because of his soft-hearted attitude, he had a personality that was perfect for being attacked by strongmen.

After I went to the private quarters, I joined my brothers.

Saving Sa-suk is important, but more than that, I think it is Kang-ho’s duty to prevent the four major evildoers from dying first.

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