A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 163



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163.

#Real fight (1)

Guyu opened his mouth with a much more relaxed expression than before.

“But is this okay? Their gaze doesn’t seem very good. Rather, it feels like they’re filled with wariness.”

“Well, the rest doesn’t matter. The real one is over there.”

“Over there?”

Jang I-seo smiled and looked at Milesung.

There isn’t much difference from when I first saw him. His expression is still calm and steady, and his eyes are stern.

But Jang felt it.

His confusion.

Perhaps this fight would break and change so many things inside him. And then he would find himself.

That’s exactly what Jang I-seo wanted.

Getting your name known to the leaders is just a bonus. The real thing is getting recognition from Maga.

“How strange.”

Guyu, who had been watching this silently, tilted his head and asked.

“hmm?”

“Before you came, the future seemed like a dark, foggy path.”

They had to engage in an unexpected confrontation with the Magachilgaek and were in a crisis. They were the challengers standing in front of the giant gate.

“But from the moment you arrived… … it’s as if they’re trapped in the castle and we’re looking down on them.”

“What, to that extent.”

“I’m serious.”

That’s the highest compliment. And I meant it.

From the moment Jang-seo arrived, the atmosphere changed. As if the fog had cleared, so had the worries. It seemed like no matter what happened, it would be okay.

The moment I saw him, I felt relieved and my heart was filled with joy. It felt like everything was in his hands.

This is evidence that Jang-seo’s trust and reliance on him have grown even greater in Guyu’s heart.

And to some extent, that was true.

Although Jang-seo hadn’t even seen it, he inferred the situation as if he had experienced it firsthand.

‘I expected there to be a ceremony, but I didn’t expect all the Magachilgaeks to show up. The Grand Duke and Maishin would have been running wild.’

But they probably didn’t know that Guyu was not someone who would be easily shaken. Rather, the more they were touched, the more solid he became.

‘The real fight starts now.’

Now all that’s left are Mao and Maishin.

A lot of things will change as a result of the confrontation between the two brothers.

From here on, it’s only their territory.

therefore.

‘Go, Mao.’

The door to confrontation opened with everyone’s attention.

Pot!

The first strike was Mysin’s. His patience had long since run out. Without any prior movement, he shot out like an arrow and opened up his fist toward Mao.

Papapang!

Every time I threw my fist, it felt like the wind was rushing out. He was pushing forward as if he wasn’t giving me any room to maneuver.

This is certainly an example that shows that his skills are still not that great.

But what surprised the onlookers was not him, but Mao.

“Ugh! Hey, you! Eww!”

The scream that came out of his mouth was nothing but a light scream, but his actions did not seem that easy. This was because he was blocking or dodging all of Mysin’s attacks.

“Did the Seven Princes learn martial arts?”

“I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

The two twins Yangyo and Yangyu tilted their heads at the same time, and the three princesses, Sa Hae-ryeong, who were close to each other, also opened their eyes wide while covering their open mouths.

At this level, it’s not a difference, it’s a complete turnaround.

Although the movements were somewhat rough, at least the rough-and-tumble appearance of the past was nowhere to be seen.

Of course, the one who was most embarrassed was definitely Mysin.

‘When on earth did this kid… …!’

Clearly, there was no sign of this even a hundred days ago.

But how… … .

Even when the attacks are repeated to some extent.

Crunch!

He even counterattacked by swinging his sword. When he lowered his head, the hem of his sleeve was slightly torn and flowing.

The sparring was in a lull for a moment, and Mysin was so shocked that his thoughts stopped. The shock was even greater because he was the one who he most ignored and belittled.

“Hahaha! What do you think?”

Mao, on the other hand, clenched his fists and smiled like a winner.

To be honest, the viewers were shocked.

When Mao said he would fight Maishin, what was everyone’s reaction? Indifference. Not even a laugh.

why?

Of course, they won’t be your opponents.

It was the same when Guyu and Jang I-seo came forward.

But now I understand.

What had changed was not simply the vague and empty name of Chilsogung.

Mao and Zhang Yishu. And Gu You and Qi Wuwei.

All of these are the Seven Palaces, and they themselves are different.

“So, it’s not like they’re the tiger father and the dog son after all. Haha.”

Praise burst from the mouths of the Golden Dragon Party leader, and even the Horong Party leader Ji Dae-ho, who was watching from the stage, let out a sigh of admiration.

‘As expected of a boss. Raising a brat like this in the meantime. That guy is definitely my overachiever.’

But that’s it.

No one still thought Mao would win.

It’s a given.

“Did you learn martial arts in this subject?”

“Oh. I trained to catch you. Why? Are you scared now that you actually try to catch me?”

“Are you scared? Hehe. From the likes of you?”

Shh …

Mysin’s air current has changed. Where before it was just a sharp thorn, now it is a huge abyss that seems to suck everything in.

“It’s finally coming out.”

“It’s over. There’s nothing more to see.”

The verdict was handed down for the twins Yangyo and Yangyu.

And as if to represent this, a deep blue energy overflows from Mysin’s body along with a resonant sound.

Woohoo!

It is his name day and the most famous martial art of Maga, Bukmyeongsingong!

“I’ll treat you properly from now on.”

Pot! Mysin flew again. But this was a movement on a completely different level than before.

Quagwaquagwaqua!

Every time he moves, the space around him distorts.

‘fast!’

And the moment when Mao, in a panic, hurriedly avoids his fist.

Boom!

“Cock!”

With a loud noise, the body flew far away and crashed down. It looked like a regular sword, no different from before.

“Father, I clearly avoided it… … ?”

Mao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and got up.

For the past month, I have been having close-to-real combat matches with the Seven Martial Arts, and later, with the addition of Gwa-pyeong and Asin, I have finally succeeded in acquiring basic combat skills.

So now I instinctively knew where to run to and how to block it.

But… … .

‘I thought I dodged that kid’s punch… … but it felt like I got sucked back in.’

Just now, Myshin’s fist was different from the Seven Swordsmen. It was strange, as if he was using sorcery.

“Just keep holding on. Hahaha!”

And these one-sided attacks continued.

Quagwaquagwaqua!

“Cough!”

When Mysin got close, his movements became slow as if his body was shaking, and even when he tried to avoid it, he opened his body to his grasp as if he was going to give in.

It was not easy to block it either. The moment it touched the body, the released air power exploded, delivering tremendous power.

So the match tilted in an instant.

Little by little, the wounds on Mao’s sturdy body increased, and before he knew it, he was covered in wounds.

But what’s even crazier than that is…

“Why on earth… … .”

It was a feeling of hopelessness with no answer in sight. Naturally, the reason for this was Mysin’s martial arts.

“Bukmyeongsingong (North Underground Divine Art). Excluding Cheonma Shingong, it is said to be the best art in the school. Its power is truly amazing.”

Jang-seo swallowed dry saliva and spat.

“Is that so great?”

Then, Gu Yu, who was sitting next to him, asked quietly. He may not know much about the martial arts of the Central Plains, having only recently come into contact with them.

but.

“It’s not enough to say it’s amazing.”

The Bukmyeongsingong that Jang Il-seo knew was beyond his imagination.

In addition to the Demonic Cult, there were martial arts called ‘Shingong’ in the Central Plains.

A martial art that literally reaches the realm of the gods.

Of course, it is difficult to approach, and even if you learn it, it is so difficult that you will never be able to master it even if you practice it for your entire life…

If by any chance you succeed, it will be a martial art that can encompass the world.

That was the new technique.

And Bukmyeongsingong was a martial art that fell into that category.

‘It’s similar to absorption therapy in that it absorbs the surrounding bets and makes them your own. However, its scope and power are on a different level.’

At 7 stars, you can absorb aerodynamics through physical contact, and at 8 stars, you begin to draw in the energy of your surroundings.

When you reach 9 stars, you can absorb energy without your body touching it, and the moment you reach 10 stars, you can create a new internal energy of determination by turning all the energy you have absorbed into one.

This was the widely known power of Bukmyeongsingong.

And there is one reason why Mao cannot escape now.

It was because Mysin’s Bukmyeongsingong was pulling in his body along with his bet. In short, he was unable to escape from its suction power.

“So does that mean there is no way to win?”

Gu Yu asks with a serious expression. Jang Yi Seo nods. It must be so.

If Mysin had mastered Bukmyeongsingong.

‘But if that’s not the case… … Mao must have a way out.’

And the method is… … .

“no!”

“hmm!”

Exclamations erupted from all over the place. And then an unexpected sight unfolded on the stage.

Jang Yi-seo raised the corners of his lips.

Woohoo!

An unimaginably hot yang energy burst out from Mao’s body.

The surrounding space is buzzing.

The sheep was so huge that the hems of his clothes fluttered and his red hair flew about without mercy.

‘You’ve finally figured it out, Mao.’

Mao is the owner of the Heavenly and Yang Body, which possesses enormous power. No matter how much the Bukmyeongsingong can draw in the opponent’s energy, it is only possible if the weight class matches.

Just as a four-year-old child cannot carry a large adult, he had to fight back with a heavier and more massive force.

Mao could do that.

“How dare you… … .”

And the effect was evident. Mao was no longer attracted to Mysin’s outstretched fist.

“How long did you think I’d be getting hit?! I’m confident I can hold out, too.”

Mao began to dodge Maishin’s attacks again. Of course, not all of them. He occasionally allowed attacks. However, he avoided all vital points, and even when he was hit, his iron defense, which he activated unconsciously, softened the impact.

‘This cheeky guy… … .’

At this, Mysin’s anger boiled from the depths of his danjeon.

A mere bastard… … .

It was humiliating and shameful to dare to stand up to him like this.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m going to lose.

Others were also of the same class.

“It is worth acknowledging the great power of the North Ming Shingong and the tenacity with which it can withstand the attacks of the Bloodless Attack without any trouble. However, it is only enough to endure. There is no way to win.”

Among the two pairs of horses, the ferocious Yang Yu spat out harsh criticism that was as sharp as death.

Avoiding and enduring is not the answer.

It is certainly admirable that Mao made such an unexpected move.

“Euryaaaaah!”

But the occasional clumsy counterattack was worse than not doing it at all.

A definite attack was needed. A powerful herbivore that could threaten Mysin. Without it, the outcome of this fight was obvious.

‘What should we do now?’

Everyone looked at Mao, who was on the defensive, with excited eyes.

Will it show another miracle, or will it create an unpredictable ending?