A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 108



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108.

Pfft!

The moment Maeng Cheol-yong’s black spear was pulled all the way back, Jang Yi-seo flew to the side.

“hmm?!”

It was a moment when the flow of the bet could no longer be stopped, and he escaped exquisitely.

At this, Maeng Cheol-yong opened his eyes wide. He had never thought that he would be able to avoid it by seizing the exact moment it unfolded.

‘Is it a coincidence? Or did you read it?’

Whatever it was, I was secretly very surprised.

And in the meantime, Jang took five steps to the side.

‘Okay!’

At this level, it was enough to avoid damage. Soon, he was convinced of his own safety and took a deep breath of relief.

But.

“How foolish.”

“hmm?!”

Kwakwakwakwakwa!

A whirlwind shot out from the tip of a spear along with the messenger’s advice. Jang-seo was shocked when he saw this. And he blamed himself.

Why did I think Maeng Cheol-yong and Maeng Hui were the same?

If Maeng Hui’s whirlwind was a snake, then Maeng Cheol Yong’s whirlwind was a dragon.

A dragon so huge that it could tear the world apart!

This means that it wasn’t something that could be avoided with just five steps, but that it should have been avoided by at least twenty steps.

‘This… can’t be avoided.’

Even if you use brainwashing, a fatal injury is inevitable. This is a truly life-or-death crisis.

But at that moment.

“With this, I’ve repaid that debt.”

A large shadow appeared over Jang Yi-seo’s head along with a familiar tone. Then, with a majestic thud, a man on horseback landed and blocked his path.

“Over-evaluation… … ?!”

It was him. He looked at Jang Seo and smirked.

and.

WHACK! A huge tornado swallowed him up along with his horse.

“Over-over-over-over-!”

Despite Jang Yi-seo’s cries, the typhoon swept through the area cruelly.

And after a while.

A quiet silence flowed, and in the place left behind was Gwa-pyeong, who had collapsed, covered in blood and wounds, and Jang-seo, who was standing blankly in front of him.

“… … It was true that I joined hands with bandits.”

Maeng Cheol-yong looked down at him with a contemptuous gaze and said.

When I thought he was just some random guy, I was upset that my son was fooled by him.

But now he was furious at the fact that such a promising man had joined hands with a mere bandit.

Look at it now.

Just because a bandit was attacked, aren’t those two eyes that were once straight and dignified shaking like reeds?

The kind of mentality that Samjangro Maeng Cheol-yong hates the most is one that is swayed by useless emotions.

Wheeing-!

Before I knew it, the wind was blowing again, as if the equinox had passed, and yellow sand was slowly beginning to come into view.

Maeng Cheol-yong walked slowly and carefully toward the slowly closing gates of Guryongseong and gave orders to his subordinates.

“Take him to the Dragon Lord.”

“yes!”

Around Jang Yi-seo, the demon hordes approach, squeezing from all sides.

Maeng Cheol-yong continued to move forward without looking back.

He was a talented person beyond imagination. But that was it. It was uncommon, but not uncommon. At best, he was just a genius who had reached the peak of his talents at a young age.

‘Blame your foolish actions.’

Maeng Cheol-yong completely eliminated the regrets about the school’s lack of talent.

He’s finished.

The Mengapguima-dae are all warriors who are at the top of their class. Furthermore, they can be considered the best when it comes to power battles and one-on-one combat.

So, even if it was one-on-one, Jang-seo couldn’t handle his subordinates alone.

Especially if the morale is that low.

But.

Phagec!

With a noise like a thunderbolt struck from behind.

“Kwaaah!”

“Cough!”

An incomprehensible scream began to reach Maeng Cheol-yong’s ears.

It’s clear that Jang is alone, but why are there so many voices?

At that moment, my brows furrowed and I slowly turned around.

Flash!

A black light burst out between dozens of armored demon troopers, and soon my subordinates fell, spewing blood.

“hmm……?”

What the hell is going on right now?

It was difficult to see in detail due to the numerous luggage and sandstorms. One thing was clear.

Before I could even recognize the situation, my subordinates were falling like autumn leaves.

“Ugh!”

Some people had their arms cut off, while others fell with their armor broken.

‘That guy… is fighting the Blind Gwima Brigade alone?!’

It certainly was.

Something that he had judged to be absolutely impossible to happen with his own skills was unfolding before his eyes.

‘Are you saying that he was hiding his skills? That can’t be possible.’

When you reach the point where you are looking at the realm of enlightenment and have surpassed the peak of your skill, like Maeng Cheol-yong, you begin to see many things that were previously invisible.

One of them is the realm of energy that emanates from the person’s body like a mist.

The more vivid the color, the better the depth, and the more massive the quantity, the more accumulated energy.

And no matter how hard you tried to hide it, it was always going to show up every time you moved or used a bet.

In that sense, Jang Yi-seo’s level has always been consistent.

The beginning of the climax. And extremely pure magic.

But that Jang Seo was taking down the Meng Gap Gwi Ma Dae all by himself. How on earth? What method? No matter how good his movements were, there must be a limit.

“There are more reasons to die.”

A dark shadow of death appeared on Maeng Cheol-yong’s face.

Some people might find this aspect of Jang Yi-seo interesting, but Maeng Cheol-yong is a person who has a clear distinction between the two.

His method was to crush any capable enemy with his horseshoe without mercy from the moment they sprouted.

A gleam of light flashed in Maeng Cheol-yong’s eyes, and his hands gripped the black spear tightly.

Woohoo!

A huge amount of internal energy is stored at the tip of the spear, and soon a reddish curtain surrounds it.

A type of energy that only a very small number of masters can display. The famous sword energy that can even turn a tree branch into a famous sword. No, it’s the spear energy.

This meant that he had revealed his true abilities, and that no matter what Jang Yiseo did, a wall had been created that he could never overcome.

Sure defeat.

The outcome has already been decided.

Maeng Cheol-yong’s eyes turned fierce as he finished his preparations. It was at that moment that he was about to kick his horse and fly away.

“Ugh!”

A groan of embarrassment escaped his lips, and with his face turned pale, he hurriedly swung his spear into the air.

After a while.

Kaaaaang!

A frictional sound was heard without any hint of retreat.

“Ugh… … .”

And a groan escaped from the mouth of the world’s best man, Maeng Cheol-yong.

But the surprises didn’t end there.

Thud. The famous horse that Maeng Cheol-yong was riding was pushed back a couple of steps. In the Western Regions, it was called the Demon King and was a heavy-breed horse with the power to not back down even when hit by a bull.

Even Maeng Cheol-yong swung his spear with all his might.

But I was pushed back just like my opponent.

And the reason came out directly from his lips, which had become even more calm.

“hell.”

A silver-haired beauty.

The third princess, Sa Hae-ryeong’s assistant, is the abyss!

He appeared before my eyes like a cloudy fog.

He escaped from the Three Palaces occupied by the infinite number of Confucius scholars and followed Mao and Zhang Yishu here.

“… … It’s been a long time.”

A truly indifferent greeting. If it weren’t for the two simple, one-foot (30cm) long short swords he held in his hands, it would have been unthinkable that he had blocked Maeng Cheol-yong’s fierce attack just a moment ago.

“Just let them go.”

The situation became clear with his continued words. He was taking Jang Yi-seo’s side.

This means that Narak has decided to confront Samjangro Maeng Cheol-yong.

“Are you serious?”

Maeng Cheol-yong asked. But the question was meaningless.

The abyss he knew was never one to talk nonsense.

“yes.”

Here followed the re-announcement of the abyss.

An incredibly arrogant behavior.

Whether in rank, generation, or martial arts, Maeng Cheol-yong is clearly one level above him.

Even though he is the third princess’s assistant, when I think of Maeng Cheol-yong’s pride, I am so indignant that I can’t say anything even if I cut off his head.

“… … .”

However, Maeng Cheol-yong remained in his position without taking any action.

Even when Jang Yi-seo broke through his men and fled to Guryongseong with Gwa-pyeong on his back, he didn’t even look away.

It would be more accurate to say that he did not move rashly.

It was natural.

Because it was visible to Maeng Cheol-yong’s eyes.

That enormous amount of energy that poured out like a spider web from Narak’s body took over the entire surrounding area.

furthermore.

‘Hell… … Are you willing to risk your life?’

Clearly, in terms of realm, Maeng Cheol-yong was one level higher than Narak, but there was one thing.

I couldn’t be confident in a life-or-death fight.

Because he is the former Mad Dragon Hall Master Narak, who will definitely bite and kill the enemy leader even if his opponent dies.

Especially now, when your pupils are torn apart like a whirlwind.

‘It’s such an important matter that you have to go all out and do crazy feats… … .’

20 years ago, the magic that allowed Narak, who was only 19 years old, to invade the Sadoyeon camp and behead the three leaders was none other than Gwangbokgong.

A magical technique that temporarily amplifies the senses by raising the level of the pupil and heart and then swirling the internal energy within them.

There is a limitation that the longer you use it, the more severe the aftereffects will be, but at least at the moment when he unleashes a wild attack, he is an absolute powerhouse that even the elders cannot ignore.

So, the nickname given to him among the apostles at that time was Daejeokjang (Great Enemy General).

It was given that name because it was the most dangerous and fearsome of the enemy generals.

And even if he wasn’t a Gwangbok-gong, Maeng Cheol-yong could say with certainty that Narak was the best assassin and talent among his peers.

Of course, Maeng Cheol-yong’s silence was not simply because he was strong. The downside to his wide-ranged attack was that it could not be used for long. There was a risk, but it was not an opponent he could not defeat.

but.

‘The fact that Narak has come out means that the Three Princesses are behind it. This is not simply a deviation from the advice of a mere aide.’

The uncomfortable feeling that something was off that I had from the moment I first saw Jang Il-seo.

It is true that Maeng Cheol-yong was stubborn and had a reckless personality, but that did not mean he was stupid.

This is something that needs to be questioned from the beginning.

‘There’s no way the Third Princess was involved in the kidnapping, there must be something I don’t know about.’

And then the image that came to mind was that of a sinister woman.

Hohohoho!

The leader of the Biryongdang clan, Myo Chae-kyung.

An old fox who uses trickery as if it were nothing.

“Please give me some time. If there is a problem, I will take responsibility.”

Maeng Cheol-yong woke up from his thoughts at the sound of a soft voice. He looked down and Narak nodded slightly and disappeared like smoke.

Kuung!

And the iron gate on the floor a few dozen steps ahead was also completely closed.

Maeng Cheol-yong remained silent for a moment as he faced the sandstorm that was blowing in increasingly stronger.

“Collect the casualties. We’re going back.”

He leaves a short order and turns around. He is a rat in a trap anyway. He takes a step back when Samso Palace says they will take responsibility for it themselves.

But that time is one hour later. Just until the sandstorm stops and the door opens again.

If there is no further explanation by then… … .

‘Hell. You are also my enemy.’

Only the sound of the warm wind echoed across the sea.