A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 164



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164.

#Real fight (2)

Heavy breathing is heard across the stage.

An excited Mao swings his sword. But it’s a no-brainer. Myshin’s fist, which had come within a stone’s throw, lands hard in his stomach.

“Ugh… …! This is fucking shit!”

Shhh! I hold out with an ironclad defense and try to draw my sword vertically, but it’s no use.

The opponent is someone who was once known as the greatest reviewer of the Demonic Cult.

Mao’s simple movements were already recorded in his head, and predicting his next move was easier than avoiding a pebble rolling up a hill.

I turned my body to the side and slapped my cheek with the back of my hand. Bam! It flew straight up and swept the floor.

“Ugh!”

I tried to get up in a hurry, but it was too late.

Mysin, who had suddenly flown in close, kicks the prone abdomen.

puck!

Then, my body floated up while lying down, and soon my back was hit by a heel, and I fell back down to the floor with a bang!

My chin felt cold and the back of my neck shook.

Mysin poured out venomous words hotter than a dagger at Mao.

“This is you. A worthless bastard who can’t do anything on his own. Sweeping the floor is just the job that suits you.”

“Shut up… … Ugh!”

Without even thinking about it, when Mysin reached out, he jumped back like a zombie and was grabbed by the back of his head.

It’s Bukmyeongsingong.

Bam!

Then he kicked its hind legs and made it fall backwards again.

The sky and the earth are turned upside down.

bang!

“Ugh… … .”

As I stood up, screaming in pain, Mysin’s one-sided assault began.

“You, who are nothing more than this, have the bloodline of Maga… … .”

“Cough!”

“The innate flesh.”

“Whoa!”

“His choice!”

“Cock!”

“Do you think it’s possible?!”

Bang! My back bent like a shrimp as a bullet was stuck in my abdomen, and saliva was spat out.

Thud. He falls to his knees, his face twisted in pain.

Mysin said, breathing heavily and grabbing Mao’s hair.

“Isn’t that too much? For someone like you.”

There was a clear difference in skill. The leaders who were watching nodded their heads with indifferent eyes.

‘It’s over.’

There was no change from the beginning. That’s the end of Mao’s evaluation.

If it was the worst until yesterday, it is now the middle.

Even just this much is a huge feat. Since he is still young, I am satisfied with looking forward to his future growth.

So, the best way to end this fight is to admit defeat and end it with as few casualties as possible.

That’s right.

however…….

“Excessive? You’re not just… … being grumpy?”

Mao had gone mad. He was provoking him with a sly grin, even though he was begging for his life like a fly.

“what……?”

“Everything I do is like that in your eyes. Even when I eat. Even when I just sleep. It’s all excessive. Isn’t it? Why are you like that? Should I tell you why?”

Myshin narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. Mao responded mockingly.

“You’re just fucking jealous of me.”

“You envy me… …? Me? Hehe. Why would I envy someone like you?”

“Why?”

Mao twists the corners of his mouth into a smirk.

“Because I’m a genius.”

“… … !”

Myshin’s two eyes opened wide, and the heads of the leaders rang with a bang.

‘T, that’s not wrong, but… … .’

Even Ji Dae-ho was embarrassed and took a step back. No matter what, I never thought he would say that with such confidence.

“You’re absolutely crazy. Just give me one limb and get out of here.”

Maishin lets go of Mao’s hair that he was holding, and slashes his hand, full of magical energy, towards his shoulder.

Wedge!

Although his stamina has declined compared to before, it is still sufficient to cut off his shoulder blades.

But at that very moment.

“I’m tired now.”

Mao smirks and grabs Maishin’s ankle.

and.

“… … Anyone who makes fun of the master will be badly hurt.”

A miracle happened along with Guyu’s confident monologue.

“Euryaaaaaaa!”

“Huh?!”

Mao throws Mysin upwards with all his might, accompanied by a burst of energy. He then spins around and jumps up, kicking the ground.

Wedge!

At the same time, the spear dragon sword was drawn horizontally, and the dead gray blade was revived with a splendid orange glow.

“what?!”

Mysin’s senses sounded an alarm, and he was about to turn and escape in the air.

Hurrruk!

A giant whirlwind of flames engulfed the stage!

“Kwaaah!”

And for the first time, Mysin was engulfed in flames and fell out with a scream.

A great change has occurred.

A destructive herbivore that was previously unimaginable was unleashed by Mao’s hands.

This happened a few days before leaving for Magar.

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After about a month of special training under Guyu’s instructions to cultivate mental strength first, finally…

“Hey, I did it! I did it!”

Mao was able to use the Spear Dragon Sword.

Woof!

A melody that resonates with a blazing, majestic tone and an orange appearance.

How difficult was the training? Now, the loser will be gone and I will be reborn as the absolute being. With that confidence, Mao swung his sword with a shout.

“Euryaaaaaaa!”

Shhh! Shhh!

“Huh? Why is it like this?”

But no matter how much I swung it, it was just a sword filled with heat. Nothing changed.

Gu Yu-do was also embarrassed by this.

Could it be that Jang Seo-ga lied?

“Close your eyes and listen to the sound of the sword.”

No way. Under the advice of Hongran, who had been watching this, Mao sat still for several days, even starving, concentrating his five senses.

Even if it rains, leaves fall, and bird droppings hit me.

Mao held his sword steady and meditated.

And at that time, I was so exhausted that I couldn’t even tell if it was a dream or reality.

Woohoo!

I heard the sound of a sword for the first time.

Then he got up as if possessed and slowly started swinging his sword.

Hurrruk!

As if a ghost was guiding the way.

In this way, Mao finally crossed time and faced Jeon In through the thoughts that remained on Changryongdo.

A man who made the Central Plains tremble with just one sword.

A legend from the previous era that was popular during the same time as Dokma.

Painter Yeomma (炎魔).

That’s exactly it.

Of course, he had not yet fully mastered all of the martial arts skills left in Changryongdo. He was only just learning how to walk.

However, the result of Mao’s Heaven and Earth Body and Yanma’s Flame Sword Technique joining hands was astonishing.

Extremely powerful force that can surpass all human powers.

And this was precisely the reason why Cheonma Jinwooguang gave Mao the Spear Dragon Sword.

There was no martial art that could make Mao grow in a shorter period of time than this.

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“Oh, how… … !”

The leaders jumped up from their seats.

“Uh, how… … ?”

And Mysin, who had fallen, raised his head without caring about his injured body and muttered with a blank expression.

Knock! Knock!

Remnants of the fireworks still fill the stage.

This was ridiculous.

How can a mere piece of trash show such great skill?

One thing I don’t believe is… … .

Mysin slowly raised his head higher, feeling a strange sensation.

“Myshiiiiiin-!”

Then, Mao suddenly jumped up through the flames, held the sword in both hands, and swung his sword with a single, double-edged sword strike.

Wedge!

“Huh!”

Boom!

Then, Myshin, who had thrown his body like a tiger, rolled on the floor. Without even having time to feel shame, he hurriedly looked back and saw that a long crack had formed where he had been, and flames were rising above it.

The story goes that it almost split in two and became a grilled whole.

“That’s ridiculous… … .”

Is it because I held off the medication for too long? Is it withdrawal symptoms?

This couldn’t be happening. This was an unimaginable abomination.

What on earth is this destructive power? It seems like even a passing glance would be enough to kill someone.

“You… … How can you use such a technique… … . How can you… … !”

“I told you. I’m a genius. I’m on a whole other level than you, who’s a stupid weakling who gets tired easily. Hahahaha!”

“Stop talking nonsense!”

“It’s noisy. Let’s get some work done for me today.”

Pot! Mao is flying again.

For the first time, despair appeared on Mysin’s face.

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The leaders fell into a deep silence for a while.

It was because I couldn’t believe the situation unfolding before my eyes.

The Seven Princes, who everyone ignored as a loser.

Mao, who even abandoned his family.

It is overwhelmingly superior to Mysin, who was evaluated as the best reviewer in our school.

Who the hell could believe this?

The onlookers were also confused and breathless.

If up until just a moment ago I had a pretty good feel for it, now I was just flying.

This means that he was deliberately hiding his power.

Hurrruk!

A single slash of the sword caused a shower of flames, not only transmitting heat, but also leaving layer upon layer of sword wounds, as if scratched by claws.

This means that it is not just hot, but also contains a great deal of martial arts.

Some of the leaders had already noticed.

This was generally the case for elders with long experience, and for the head of the Geumryong clan who was sensitive to objects.

‘It’s divine water. Is it something that the King of Hell handles?’

‘I heard that no one has ever acknowledged it before. I never thought that the Seven Princes would acknowledge it.’

In one breath, he read the source of Mao’s power. And the intimidating feeling that the name Yanma gave him remained even after many years.

Even now, just looking at the burning Changyongdo Island, doesn’t it make your mouth water?

“Huh, even so, the connection is weak. The herbivores all play separately. There aren’t many of them.”

Of course, not all reviews were good. Lee Gongja Muhanseong, who did not know about Yeomma, gave a harsh review. However, it was soon buried by Sahaeryung’s opposition.

“But it’s also powerful enough to offset that.”

Both are correct. Judging from Mao’s movements, he was clearly a rookie who had only recently picked up a sword. Furthermore, his first steps were relatively simple.

Every time one was unleashed, the entire stage was heated up, so Mysin had no choice but to be pushed back helplessly.

Above all… … .

“If Mao is a young and tireless horse, then Muhyeol-gong is a tired and exhausted horse. The fight is over.”

Sa Hae-ryeong opened his mouth with a moved expression.

“Tch, I thought there would be something to it since he’s a bloodless man. He’s just a worthless piece of trash.”

Infinity also responded with a pitiful tone, as if sympathizing with her words.

Although the bloodless attack was certainly strong, it was not enough to continue the reputation of being the best review index.

There may be many reasons.

It could be because they were under the influence of drugs and neglected their training, or it could be because they once lagged behind but have now become stronger.

But one thing is clear: he has now been reduced to a stepping stone to further elevate Mao.

“Do you really think so?”

Of course, not everyone thought that way.

Just one.

Grand Duke Cheonmugi’s intentions were different.

“What does that mean?”

He answered Sahae-ryeong’s sharp question with the corners of his lips twisted.

“You don’t know anything about bloodless warfare.”

Don’t you know? What do you mean you don’t know? The fact that he was successful in the past was something that Sahae-ryeong and Muhan-seong both knew very well.

They were also contemporary indexes of the time.

one.

“You say that after seeing that? Why? Are you reminded of the old days? Are you vividly recalling the memories of your defeat?”

“No matter how great it was, it is a thing of the past that has already passed.”

The two men criticized each other mercilessly. Yes, that may be the case. But Cheon Mu-gi thought to himself.

‘It’s all a matter of luck. You and I are sitting here because we were clearly better than that guy. But you wouldn’t know it. If Myshin had just a single bit of luck, then this seat would have been his.’

The focus becomes blurred and I become lost in my memories.

Thinking back to the time when he, who was once the Grand Duke, had to chase after him endlessly.