A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 122



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122.

#Opportunity for change

I can’t breathe! Am I dying…?

“Ugh… … .”

Maeng Hui’s face gradually turned red. Before he knew it, the fear of death was swirling around in his head, and the ink stick he was holding fell to the floor.

“Hey, you idiot! If he gives you a piece of paper, you should take him as a hostage or something. What good will it do if you turn him into a corpse?”

Mao rushed forward, screaming in a fit of evil.

It’s not even a herbivore.

Woohoo!

I just put a lot of bets on it and took it on with my body.

A truly ignorant action.

puck!

But it was still effective. Originally, it was a nonsensical attack, but now Gu-yu’s body was in a state where it was easy to just stand. Even with this blunt attack, he was blown away and fell down without any strength.

Of course, Mao’s shoulder also felt a sharp pain as if it had been hit by a lump of iron.

“Ugh! This kid, what kind of body does he have… …. Hey, are you okay?”

As I ran to the fallen Maeng Hui, I barely managed to save him just before he died, as he was coughing continuously.

“Wake up, you punk! Are you planning to die here?”

“Ma, Mao… … .”

“Why. Are you touched? Then stop talking and say something quickly… … .”

“That’s not it… … Behind!”

“back?”

The moment you turn your head.

A giant shadow grabbed Mao by the back of his neck and threw him backwards.

It was a baby.

“100 million!”

Boom! My back hits the wall, and my bones scream. But I can’t just fall down like this.

“Hey, you punk! Leave Maeng-hui alone and… … Wait a minute. Don’t come here and just stay there and talk… … Knock!”

Bang! Guyu, who had come running again, twisted his waist violently and hit him right under the ribs where the liver was.

My limbs trembled and drooped like a frog struck by lightning.

The pain is so intense that tears well up in my eyes.

I’ve been hit countless times in my life, but I can say with certainty that this is the best.

“Where are you looking! Weren’t you supposed to be dealing with me?”

Meng Hui, who couldn’t stand it any longer, finally got up and grabbed the black ink in his hand again. Gu Yu let go of Mao’s hair that he was holding onto and turned around. Then he slowly approached Meng Hui.

It seemed like there was no fight anymore.

Already, Maeng-Hwi’s two legs were trembling, and his eyes were as blurry as reeds.

Fear spread like wildfire through his originally timid personality.

“They said he was the leader’s son… … . Is he just a young boy?”

A deep wrinkle is engraved deep in Guyu’s heart. It’s guilt. But there’s nothing he can do about it.

“I don’t have any ill feelings towards you. I’m just trying to survive. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t come… … don’t come!”

『Great Splitting Spear Technique, Form 1: Wind Dragon Wave』

Maeng-Hwi, with his eyes tightly shut, twists the spear he is holding and swings it. Kwakwakwakwa! Then, a huge whirlpool sweeps through the area in front.

And then slowly open your eyes again.

“Ahh!”

Bam! Gu-yu, who had come right up to his nose, snatched his spear away and threw it on the ground. Then, looking down at him as if he were a corpse trapped in a glacier, he spoke.

“You can blame me. No, blame me.”

“Ah, no… … I… … . Ugh!”

Along with Maeng-Hwi’s bewildered groan, Gu-Yu’s hand grabbed his neck. The tendons on the back of his hand were prominent.

A life-or-death crisis has struck.

*

Meanwhile, at that time.

‘We barely escaped the crisis. No matter how much you burn it, it’s a poison that keeps growing back… … Now I understand why it’s called the immortal poison.’

Jang Yi-seo was holding back the poison in his body and squeezing his body.

“Hey, Brother Jang!”

And Soo also came to his senses. He crawled on the floor with his elbows and sat down next to me.

“It seems like things are getting a lot more difficult. See over there? It looks like all the young masters are going to die.”

“If we just hold on a little longer, the sandstorm will stop and they will come in.”

“Who? The Three Elders? If you come in and all the disciples die… …. The entire Nine Dragons Castle will probably become a graveyard.”

That’s a correct view.

Even if it were not Maeng Cheol-yong, no one would be able to bear to see their son dead.

But Jang remained calm.

He didn’t look nervous or embarrassed.

Rather, it was a look of anticipation.

“No way, Brother Jang… … !”

The moment I heard the sound, my head started to throbbing.

“Do you want me to step forward?!”

If that’s the case, it’s shocking in itself. We need to re-evaluate Jang Seo. He’s either the most incompetent guy in the world, or… …the smartest guy.

It was natural.

Because Soo didn’t show off his skills properly.

‘Guyu, the author is exhausted. If I spread it out until the end of the year, I can deal with him. However, if I leave traces without wearing a mask, the Baek Oh Moon succession plan may be disrupted.’

That won’t do! Especially not with no money. Soo-oh shook Jang-seo up and down fiercely.

“Huh!”

But behind him, Maeng-Hwi is already dying with his neck strangled.

On the other hand, Jang is unwavering. He remains silent without any wavering.

‘Is this really so, Jang-seo?!’

Soo-man was stamping his feet. What can I do? I could die right now. In the end, he held back tears and was about to fly.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute.”

Jang Yi-seo’s mouth finally opened.

Then he extends his hand to block it with a serious expression.

‘What? You told me not to come out?’

I stared at him with my eyes wide open in bewilderment, and Jang Seo nodded briefly as if he had read my thoughts.

Ha… … How on earth should I accept this? For a moment, So-oh’s mind went into a state of confusion and he lost his mind.

However, he is a person who is used to receiving requests and carrying them out.

‘Well, you must have thought about it. You will take responsibility, too.’

He raised both hands and stepped back.

And Jang-seo looked at Gu-yu and Maeng-hui with cold eyes and thought.

‘Gu-yu is at his limit right now. If he can escape from that clutch, even Maeng-hui will be able to do so. The only problem he can’t is his temperament.’

You can tell the situation just by looking at the Wind Dragon Wave that was thrown clumsily without even looking at the opponent.

Even now, I could have escaped Guyu’s grasp at any time, but I was like a frog in front of a snake, unable to move.

And this wasn’t a problem that could be fixed in an instant. Fear would have already taken over his mind.

But despite that, there was one reason why Jang Seo was just standing by and watching.

A boy lying on the floor, writhing.

Mao looks at Meng Hui in crisis and falls into despair.

It’s you.

‘My mission is to make you, Mao, a cult leader. And the path to that will be much more dangerous than it is now, and there will be many difficult hardships. If you give up every time, we won’t be able to go all the way anyway.’

Obviously, Guyu is stronger than Maona and Meng Hui.

But now it wasn’t simply a matter of martial arts or realm.

He was already extremely tired.

It was a question of determination and spirit in going into battle.

‘A martial artist will encounter many strong people in his life. Some of them will be skilled in martial arts, while others will have great power. And Mao has already met such people.’

Mysin, the eldest son of Maga. And the slaughterhouse, a murderous organization.

The bad relationship with them is big or small.

It clearly had an influence on Mao’s growth.

It made me want to become stronger and give me the desire to win.

But they were missing one very important thing.

‘Earnestness.’

Mao had never faced anyone who was more desperate than anyone else.

So, their will has never been broken, nor has their will been broken.

So everything was always light and not serious.

Hana Guyu was different. He had a mission and a belief that he had to win.

And Zhang Li thought that Mao now needed the earnestness to stand up and endure the fight against such a high wall.

‘Mao. The path to becoming a cult leader is filled with people who have a firm will and determination that they can never be defeated. If you want to fight them, you too must bear this burden.’

Because a cult leader is someone who has to break the earnest will of countless people and carry them on his back as he moves forward.

Because you won’t be able to take even one step with a confused mind.

If no one is mentally prepared to overcome this, no one will stand on Mao’s side.

So, in order for Mao, who was currently light-hearted, to grow further, he had to push his will to the limit.

Even more so, to make Guyu my own person.

And this is exactly why Jang Seo couldn’t easily step forward even though he knew it was a crisis.

Perhaps now, at this moment, is Mao’s greatest opportunity for change.

‘Mao… … .’

and.

Finally, the change in growth began to take hold.

*

Mao’s eyelashes fluttered. As the thick fog in his head cleared, his sleeping mind lifted its head.

Where am I…? I was clearly the leader, and Jang-seo was sitting on my head and shouting “Hurrah!”

Memories of dreams and reality are scattered like fragments, and only reality remains, drawing each other like magnets.

And Mao’s eyes lit up.

‘What the hell!’

All the memories continued. Iron Horse. And the dragon of the battlefield, Guyu!

“Ugh… … .”

Only then did the groans of the dying child vividly pierce my ears.

‘This is crazy… … Kkaaa!’

The moment I tried to stand up in a rush, I felt a pain that tore every muscle and organ in my body apart.

It hurt so much that tears welled up in my eyes, and only a silent scream came out of my mouth.

He didn’t even stand up, he just wiggled around.

‘I think I’m going to die.’

Meanwhile, Meng Hui’s limbs had become limp like a mollusk, only the whites of his eyes remained, and saliva flowed from his mouth.

In short, one step before death.

‘Damn it. Someone please save that kid!’

Mao hoped with a bewildered mind.

There isn’t one.

No miracle happened to save Meng Hui.

So, do I have to just watch you die like this?

Like friends from the past?

No… … . Stop talking nonsense!

“Kuaaaah!”

Mao screamed and got up with difficulty.

Then he ran towards the iron wall. In an instant, he finished the Great Circulation and boom! He put all his power into his fist.

There is only one chance.

There is one way to take it down.

Mao’s unprecedented attack.

“Da-da-ik-gwo-eeeeeee-!”

This is the end of it.

He threw a punch at Guyu’s side, shouting as if he was going to throw a tantrum.

Hurrruk!

A tremendous heat that seems to burn down everything around it just by shouting.

And finally.

Phew!

A Dadayikkwon was stuck in his waist. Guyu was thrown to the side as if shooting, scattering afterimages!

Boom!

Not only did it hit the wall, it even dented it.

“Okay!”

Mao was confident of victory and cheered.

We already know the power of the Dadaikkwon.

If you get hit properly, you’ll never be able to get up. No, you’ll be lucky if you don’t die.

But.

“Uh, uh… … ?”

Mao was momentarily taken aback. He saw him slowly standing up without even having time to feel happy.

“… … Is this your will? You’re quite the master.”

“how?!”

Thud. Thud.

The guy starts to approach. Is it because he didn’t get the right volume? No. His steps are unsteady. His side is already blackened with burn marks from the fire.

It was a good meal.

Something that can never be okay.

“But why… … .”

“One thing like this won’t be enough to take me down.”

A moment when your mind is completely blank with confusion and despair.

He came within striking distance, twisted his body in an instant, and put his fist under my ribs.

Wheaaaaaa, thud!

“Cock!”

That was the beginning. Bang! Bang! Bang! Guyu, as if he had no problem, threw his fists more violently and without mercy than before.

A pain so excruciating that it feels like your soul is leaving.

But something that feels even bigger than that is… … .

‘This kid is not a human being.’

It was the presence of an insurmountable wall.

Can’t win.

Mao fell into despair.