A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 133



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133.

#Just a bandit (1)

Sizzling.

The smell of coal and the screams echoed at the same time, and Mysin pushed him away from the brazier with a bored look on her face.

“Huhhh!”

Rolling around. Majin-gu rolls around on the floor, wailing.

My palms turned bright red and I couldn’t even hold chopsticks for a while.

one.

“Jingoo.”

Mysin was smiling brightly.

At this, Majin-gu straightened his posture and answered, forgetting the pain as he was overcome by eerie fear.

“Yes, yes… … . Brother.”

“Have a nice trip.”

“Oh, where? Surely it’s not… the Chilsogung Palace?”

“Go and see for yourself whether the guy he brought is really just a bandit.”

What are you going to do by looking at it…? Majin-gu swallowed his saliva in embarrassment. Then Myshin opened her dreamy eyes and revealed her true colors.

“Go and if you see anything of any use… … .”

“sure?”

“Kill him and get rid of him.”

“Ugh!”

I quickly wiped away the tears that were welling up in my eyes at the harsh command and was shocked.

“Ha, but brother. Aren’t they already part of the Chilsogung family? If you touch them and the higher-ups find out… … .”

It’s treason. Majin-gu cowered like a frightened turtle.

“Who told you to do that?”

“Well, then… … .”

“Take Heukra Ma Fist with you. He will take care of it.”

“omg!”

Black Lama Fist, Tak Ha-cheon.

He was one of the seven diners known as the problem solvers of the Demonic Cult, belonging to the Ilbaekma Star, which means the top 100 in the official ranking of the Demonic Cult.

And then there would be a way to get rid of them all without any repercussions.

Why? Because I’m used to it.

Margingu’s eyes were filled with deep confidence.

“Can you do it?”

“Yes, brother! This time, I will definitely complete it and come back.”

“Yes. Remember, Jingu. This is the last chance I’m giving you. If you fail this time, the next time it’ll be your head that goes into the furnace.”

“Oh, definitely. I will definitely pay you back!”

“Okay, go ahead.”

Margin Goo grabbed my swollen hand and hurriedly walked outside on his bare feet.

And Mysin smiled while coldly observing his back.

‘Mao. Live according to your subject. Whether it be an assistant or a family member.’

In this way, Mysin’s twisted interest became a blade aimed at Chilsogung.

* * *

– Wolha Village Chilsogung.

Meanwhile, the attention of the two older brothers, who were considered to have the best review indices, turned to Chilsogung.

Mao was in the midst of his training, not even dreaming of such things.

“Ugh!”

Of course, it’s called training, but strictly speaking, as always, I was busy getting beaten up.

The only difference is that the opponent is not Jang Seo but the Iron Horse Trio.

“wake up…….”

“You’re being rude! You know, tell me honestly. You knew and you were saying it on purpose. Huh?! You’re not going to tell me? Knock!”

“It’s useless if you lose focus during a fight.”

“Over-estimation… …! These cowardly bastards!”

Is that something I should say to my family? But Gwapyeong chuckled, and Asin tilted her head as if she didn’t know what he meant.

And Guyu fell behind and watched with his arms folded.

It was because Jang Il-seo had something important to say before leaving.

‘Yes. There is a showdown that will have to be fought soon. It is a terrible fate. Although he is blood-related, he resents and is obsessed with Mao more than anyone else. The path to becoming a cult leader starts from there. I have to shake it off. To do that, I have to become strong as soon as possible. Don’t even think about lenience. Just kill him.’

Even thinking about it now, it’s still heartbreaking. Gu-yu took a shallow breath and pushed Asin and Gwa-pyeong aside.

Then he approached the fallen Mao and looked down at him indifferently.

“You’ll never get stronger if you keep moving like that.”

“I know. I know that too. But, you have to learn something. Wait. But why are you speaking informally to me? I’m the boss!”

“… … This is all I learned.”

“Then learn, you punk! Get out of here. Well, let’s leave that aside. Then how do I become stronger? If you know, teach me.”

At Mao’s desperate cries, Guyu fell silent again.

To be honest, it wasn’t hard to tell. If you think about it, Asin and Gwapyeong were also things that I taught.

In addition, he directly guided numerous soldiers.

Although it was not a martial art that emphasized internal strength like the Central Plains martial arts, innate physical strength was more important than anything else… … .

‘The qualifications are sufficient.’

A height that is not inferior to mine, with innate strength and agility.

It was clear that Mao would be good at martial arts in the Western Regions.

but.

‘I only teach the basics. There are other martial arts that the Seven Princes must learn.’

Jang Yi-seo even blocked this.

So there is only one way to become stronger.

“Do you want to become stronger?”

“Of course! I will become stronger no matter what. Because I promised Jang Il-seo.”

“… … Then draw your sword.”

“What, what?!”

The divine dragon behind his back. The answer lies within it.

“I will now begin my real training.”

“What, what is it? Then what have you been hitting me for?! Why did you hit me!”

“Over-estimation, you know. Get ready.”

yes!

All right.

Gwapyeong and Asin both bow their heads and answer at the same time.

“Is this the only time you guys talk?”

But the resentment only lasted for a moment. Mao grumbled and finally pulled out the sword hanging behind his back.

Sreung!

A splendid tone.

A divine object with an engraving of a dragon ascending to the sky on a gray blade. This is the Changryongdo.

As expected, Guyu nodded his head with indifferent eyes.

“Write your history.”

Ha, Mao let out a breath as if he found it funny.

“Are you talking about internal energy? Hey, guys, I’m giving you some advice. This is dangerous. This guy is going wild regardless of my will.”

But all I get in return is Gwapyeong and Asin’s laughter.

Guyu said again.

“Write your history.”

“Fine. But I don’t care if you get hurt. And you’re telling me to use informal language, you punk!”

Woohoo!

An orange light burst out from Mao’s hand, instantly awakening the dead Changlong Sword.

A blade that shines brightly, like a dragon come to life.

And then… … .

“Huh!”

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

It was the sword dance of Mao the bastard.

“Over-estimation, avoid it!”

“Wow, that’s fast?”

The blade that fell between Gwapyeong and Asin split them apart and then cut horizontally.

The movements were so flashy and brutal that it made you wonder if this was really the person who had been getting beaten up so sloppily until now.

“Over-the-top, I’ll go to the back.”

However, the opponents were the executives of the Iron Horse faction, whom even the Sa brothers were wary of.

He quickly took his place in front and behind and went out to face Mao.

“Kwaaaaah!”

Unlike the shrill scream, the blade falling from Mao’s hand was truly fierce.

Shhhhhh!

A relentless onslaught of attacks.

“If I had dealt with this alone, I would have had a hard time.”

Gwapyeong is sweating profusely. Of course, it wasn’t a proper sparring match. But his attitude was definitely different from before.

If he was a fool who would stand up even if he was hit, now he was a murderous spirit who only knew how to attack even if he died.

He’s also a pretty good swordsman.

‘I can understand a little bit why Jang Yi-seo said the answer was in Changryongdo.’

And Gu Yu, who was watching this, immediately saw Mao’s problem. Zhang Yi must have seen this too.

Hurrruk!

As the number of swings increased, Mao’s sword began to fill with flames.

It was already fast, but with the addition of flames, the firing range increased irregularly.

Eventually, Asin and Gwapyung began to gradually become defensive.

Mao also screamed and shouted to dodge the increasingly rapid attacks.

“Ouch, left! Go left. Over-exposure!”

“You’re crazy, master! It’s on the right!”

“I know! I’m dying!”

Before I knew it, the flames were rising to a height of nearly 3 meters, and it seemed as if the fire dragon I had seen at Guryongseong would jump out.

“Get out of the way.”

Eventually, Guyu stepped forward.

Wedge!

A new type of weapon that shot out like a ray of light in an instant. Changryong also seemed to remember his opponent, and he shot out like a swordsmanship technique towards Guyu, leaving Gwapyeong and Asin behind.

“Eww!”

The moment when Mao and Gu Yu, who were running towards each other, collide.

Flash!

As the full view unfolded, Mao’s movements began to be recorded like a snail’s.

Within moments, he lightly dodged to the side and tripped Mao’s foot.

Okay then.

“Eww!”

Wow! Mao rolled on for a while.

He had already dropped the spear on the floor, and now he was covered in dust.

“Ahh… … .”

The Iron Horse Trio stood tall in front of him.

Mao waved his hands at them as they blocked out the sun.

“I think I cracked my ankle right now. Let’s rest for an hour. No, exactly half an hour.”

“You just stepped on the trigger. Stop joking around and pick up your sword again.”

“Hey, Mr. Lee! I rolled twenty times to get here!”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to become stronger?”

“Ah!”

How did this suffering come about? Mao gritted his teeth and stood up. He then walked over and grabbed the spear dragon sword again.

“Is it okay?”

I thought you’d grumble a few more times. Guyu wiggled his eyebrows as if he was surprised.

‘He doesn’t seem like a very persistent guy… … It seems like his promise with Jang Il-seo is important.’

That was true. To Mao, persistence was like a root of green onions. It was effective, but there was no use for it. But now, he wanted to become stronger by any means necessary.

‘I can’t just let that guy get hurt again. He’s always the only one getting hurt.’

Mao actually realized it when Zhang Yishu said he would leave him alone and go to Ma Yi.

That his current self, rather than being able to protect him when he was sick, was only getting in his way.

therefore.

‘I will become stronger somehow!’

Mao snorted and strengthened his resolve.

Then Guyu snapped his fingers and said.

“If you succeed in attacking me ten times, your training will be over.”

“Hey, I just slipped. Ten times is easy!”

“Ten times.”

“Oh, really. Don’t regret it.”

Mao took a deep breath and injected the bet again. And then, without realizing it, he swung his sword again.

Wedge!

As expected, a sharp blow.

one.

“100 million!”

Mao was knocked down by Gu Yu’s attack before he could launch his next attack. Suddenly, the sky appeared, and he had no idea what was happening.

“What, what is it?”

“again.”

“Oh, shit!”

Mao jumps up and runs again. Bam! But it’s the same.

Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Knock!

After that, only Mao’s screams continued to ring out.

Mao, who was now completely wounded, fell to the floor.

“What the heck? Why can’t I get past just one!”

A feeling of helplessness and despair.

To be honest, I was somewhat confident that I could handle it if I had the Changryongdo. My memory is vague, but I’m sure I also defeated Guyu.

But why on earth now… … .

“Do you know what’s different about dealing with me now than when you faced me in Kowloon?”

Gu Yu asked. Mao muttered with his head raised with a blank expression.

“I don’t know… … . I think I was a bit cooler back then.”

“It’s a foot.”

“foot?”

“The skill with the sword is similar, but… …. the feet can’t keep up.”

Asin nodded as if surprised by Guyu’s words. The tip of the sword was so sharp that he was at a loss. But looking back, it was like that.

When Mao defeated Guyu in Kowloon City, he clearly appeared to be one with the sword, unlike now.

But now, when the sword moved first, my two legs kicked as if in response.

“No matter how well you handle a sword, if your lower body is weak, you won’t be able to use your power or skills properly.”

“Who would say something is incompetent? This is what I’m most confident in.”

Who asked? Put your waist in.