The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 25

25. Therefore it exists.

Hyeokryeonhong introduced me to a man who was warming himself by a bonfire alone.

“Master Zhang, I have brought you Ruju Izaha.”

It was strange that they used to call it Gakju, but here they call it Jangju. Just by looking at his subordinates calling him this, it was clear that he was a man with great ambition.

Of course, he is also a guy who gets embarrassed because of his ambition.

Ban Sao Sao, the golden seal wearing a robe made of animal skin, said as he put down the bow he was preparing.

“Is it you? The guy who ate all three of the ridges? You look younger and meaner than expected. “Come closer.”

Because I was curious about the anti-hero’s usual personality, I answered briefly so as not to reveal my personality.

“Yes, it is me.”

I moved slowly, looking around the cabin for a while.

The overall atmosphere was heavy and gloomy, perhaps because many people had died here. It feels like souls who are not noble are watching us from the dark.

The anti-hero looked like a wild boar he had caught. It felt like I was catching a wild boar with a bow, so I raised the corners of my mouth for a moment.

The wild boar, or rather the half-hero, opened its smelly mouth.

“Close the door.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron door closed with a bang.

I grabbed a nearby chair and set it down in front of the fire. As I sat down naturally across from him, the anti-hero spoke.

“Who told you to sit down? “Are you crazy?”

I answered while looking intently at the anti-hero’s face.

“yes.”

Ban Sa-saung ordered his subordinates.

“Uh, okay. You’re crazy. A crazy dog ​​is the answer for a crazy person. “Bring me a starving bastard.”

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A man approached with a large dog.

The dog, which looked black and brave, was surprisingly calm and waited quietly with its butt on the ground.

The man who brought the dog hit the dog’s head with a knife and made it look at me.

Ban Sao Sao said to me.

“Your posture is to sit like that dog.”

“Oh yeah?”

I watched the starving dog, the man who was training the starving dog, and the anti-hero who treated the trainer like a dog. Even from a distance, people were glancing at me wondering how I was going to get out.

When I finally didn’t get up from the chair, the anti-hero gave an order.

“bite.”

The trainer repeated his name.

“bite!”

Cry… With a shout, a large black dog came running with fierce force. When the black goose came very close, I snapped my fingers and hit it right in the nose.

The dog, which had been thrown out, was pushed as if sweeping the floor, and then struggled a long way away. It must have been very painful because it was a coal ball filled with the power of the world of wood.

A silence fell as those in the mountain hut looked at the struggling black beetle.

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After easily dealing with the black dog, I spoke to the anti-hero.

“How do you come out so that I can save you? Let’s calm down a little and think about it calmly.”

I said with both hands outstretched like a dog.

“Do I have to pant like this to save my life?”

“… … .”

“Or should I give you all the money I have hidden in that manor for you to live? Or, if I swear to stay in the black cat room and act as my janitor, will they let me live? I don’t know if any of these are the correct answer. “You idiot, a parasitic bastard from the dark island.”

While they were talking, the guys who were preparing the meat, the guys who were carrying the food, and the guys who were just waiting gathered around as if they were forming a siege.

Ban Sa-saung grinned and waved his hand.

“He’s fun and crazy. “We need to talk more, so please do your own thing.”

The subordinates responded in a calm tone.

“yes.”

I laughed long and in a low tone.

I think fate is a very ironic thing.

It seemed that the person destined to die as a result of the Five Body Bunshi was destined to die cruelly anyway.

I was just wondering if there was anything to be gained from killing this guy.

money? Or your dog-like minions? Or maybe a few hunting dogs?

The anti-hero asked me while I was lost in thought.

“You look young. How old are you?”

“You probably didn’t call me to ask about my age. younger than you “Can’t you tell just by looking at it?”

The anti-hero slapped his knee and laughed.

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

Only then did I get up from the chair.

“I was looking at you for a while, and you are the one who stole the money, got caught by the Black Cat Ark, and died with your limbs torn apart. This is what a greedy wild boar looks like. However, if you serve a large portion of Bokchae, you may be able to save it. how is it?”

The anti-hero stood up while chuckling and shook his head.

“Even if I want to save you, it will be difficult now.”

I looked around once and then spoke.

“Are you going to die alone? Or are you going to send your subordinates to their deaths first? Still, if you are the leader of a group, you have to think about your subordinates. Before I turn around… … .”

Ban Sa-saung answered.

“I’m not that kind of a guy…” … .”

Before the anti-hero finished speaking, he slammed his left foot into the guy’s chest. Van Saung didn’t even have time to draw his sword, so he crossed his arms and blocked his feet.

Pop – With a sound, the anti-hero’s body was pushed backwards in a parabola.

He was a pretty strong friend.

The anti-hero swore as he pulled out the knife from his belt.

I grabbed a burning oak log from the edge of the campfire.

There was no reason to pull out the sword from my waist right now.

When the flame energy was injected into the oak firewood, the flame burned even more intensely.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The anti-hero’s eyes suddenly widened.

I kept my mouth shut and swung the flaming oak tree, blending in with the anti-hero.

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Third-rate black swordsmen are not those who compete with the fame of their herbivorous diet.

The lower you are, the more crude the level of martial law is. Regardless of whether it was Black Tomb Bang or Geumbong Gakju, their level was bound to be lower than that of the swordsmen from prestigious families and famous families that I faced.

In my opinion, the pros and cons of black and white are as follows.

White peach is famous for its herbivorous nature, but its experience is often biased towards non-fermented fish, so it is often said that it lacks practical experience.

Because they are closed.

In addition, since there is often competition within the clan, unless you are a famous expert, you are likely to be immature in how to deal with various situations. There are cases where good sword techniques cannot be translated into practice, which is a chronic disease among young, late-stage swordsmen of Baekdo.

On the other hand, Heukdo learned martial arts at a lower level than that of the prestigious faction. However, due to the nature of Heukdo, there is a lot of practical experience.

This is because they risk their lives to survive.

Even if you use ordinary sword techniques, you become stronger through experience gained in actual combat, and later, when you acquire decent martial arts skills, there are cases where your skills improve explosively due to the addition of actual combat experience.

The way of living and the martial arts gained are different for the magic sword, white sword, and black sword.

Ultimately, they meet at the pinnacle of martial arts.

I was a man who tried to reach that ultimate goal, and the anti-hero I am dealing with now is not like that.

My conclusion is that it is nothing but third-rate.

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When the anti-hero relied on his combat experience and blocked my attacks a dozen times.

I launched a surprise attack with my left hand, and struck the oak tree I was holding in my right hand diagonally downward. Ban Sa-sung, who was busy defending, had no choice but to raise his sword in honest defense and block his oak tree.

At that moment, I withdrew the power I had injected into the oak tree, causing the sword to become lodged in the oak tree.

Sigh!

You can’t help but be surprised that the knife suddenly got stuck in an oak tree that had been throwing the knife away until now. At that moment, she pulled out the sword from her waist and slashed in the direction of her foot.

Anticipating that the anti-hero would narrowly avoid it, I advanced.

It didn’t matter if I avoided the sword.

Sword energy erupted from my extended sword, as if it had been caught on a bowstring and bounced off.

It was a thin curved sword that resembled a crescent moon in the sky.

Sword energy poured down on the face of the anti-hero who was narrowly dodging a series of sword strikes with his head tilted back.

“Ugh!”

The moment a knife mark was carved into the anti-hero’s face, my follow-up attacks continued. Ban Sa-saeng would never have imagined that Jeom So-i would pour out his sword energy.

That was a defeat.

When the anti-hero who got hit in the face was unable to control his body and was struggling, I swung my sword left and right and cut the anti-hero’s body.

Every time the sword was swung, a long stream of blood spurted out. Despite being seriously injured, Ban Sa-saung stubbornly endured.

Is he really like a wild boar?

In the midst of all this, I heard the man who was training the dog attack from behind, so I turned my body and swung my sword horizontally.

Phew!

The trainer’s head, which had been running at a fairly high speed, flew into the air.

I turned around and jumped at the seriously injured anti-hero, kicking his torso.

One of his shoulders fell with a sound and the anti-hero collapsed.

I continued to step on the anti-hero’s body at an advanced angle.

They stepped on his head, his torso, and his lower body, pushing him into the ground.

At the same time, the ground where the anti-hero was buried also fell in a circular shape. While watching the faces of the crowds of people, I hit the ground with a thrust full of energy.

Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The anti-hero no longer needs a grave.

It was necessary to engrave in the memories of these subordinates how the leader who tried to mess with Jeomsoi of Ilyanghyeon died.

So he was killed cruelly on purpose.

There are many reasons.

In the first place, this guy made money through usury, private loans, and contract murder, and he was also a guy who was not loyal to the Ark of the Black Cat.

There are people who betray no matter where they belong, and this guy is like that.

I killed him so brutally that no one attacked him right away.

I glared at the half-hero’s pale-faced minions and covered the hole by scraping the dirt with my foot a few times.

They were all looking at me with bated breath.

These guys are beggars who were always afraid of Geumbong Gakju. Since the anti-hero died without even being able to resist properly, the fear was doubled.

I asked my subordinates.

“Who will die after Ban Sa-woong?”

Someone said this to me:

“How are you going to handle the Ark later?”

“Black Cat Ark?”

“yes.”

I said while looking at the man who spoke.

“Why do you care about that? You all look like you’re dead now. You third-rate black swordsman bastards. Life and death are separated in an instant. Everyone kneel before the count of three. I’ll send those with stiff knees to the anti-hero first. One, two, three.”

The one who got scared got down on his knees first.

After observing the situation further, the guys who were about to decide to retreat quickly knelt before realizing it. There was a slight time difference, but eventually all of Anti-Hero’s minions quietly knelt down.

I like this atmosphere.

This silence is the reason why I beat up crazy monkeys even in my past life.

This atmosphere is the reason why I trained martial arts at the risk of being cursed.

This is also the reason why I did zazen while not eating and holding in my poop.

I believe that the whole process of pain exists for moments like this.

Isn’t that why I exist?

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Or not.

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