A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 168



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168.

#The Last Winner

An unintended silence flowed, and Miles wiggled his eyebrows as if giving a signal.

Hurrruk!

Then Mao, who had been standing there indifferently, slowly began to move.

As I raised the spear dragon sword in both hands above my head, a tremendous flame engulfed the blade as if a fire dragon was ascending to the heavens.

One foot, two feet, three feet… … ten feet (3m).

The flames surrounding the blade reached the size of a zhang.

What on earth should I call this?

It certainly looks like a sword, but on the outside it looks like a blazing flame.

In fact, Mao didn’t know about it and didn’t spread it. It was just something he unconsciously spread without realizing it after awakening to a state of wholeness.

However, this was clearly a martial art left behind by Yeomma, the original owner of Changryongdo.

That too is none other than the symbol of Hell!

‘The flame is the blade, and the blade is the flame.’

It was a flame that ignited pottery with flames.

And Mysin, who had created a huge sphere with a bet, watched it with interest and said.

“You and me. Let’s see who is stronger.”

Mao also responded with a firm look in his eyes.

“This is Cheol-yeong and Jang-deuk’s share.”

Quagwagwa!

Then he swung his sword with great force.

At that moment, everyone witnessed.

Kwaaaaaaaah-!

An overwhelming sight of a giant fire dragon shooting out from the tip of his sword.

『Flaming Heavenly Dragon』

and.

“Hahahahahaha!”

In response, an unprecedented scene unfolds where the bets Mysin had made explode all at once.

『North Star God’s Universe’s Origin of Extinction』

Kwaaaaaaaang-!

The match between the two brothers was decided.

*

“… … If I had to pick three most memorable matches in my life, today would be one of them.”

Ji Dae-ho muttered in a serious tone, exhaling with a sigh. He was sincere. Most of those who watched today’s match would agree.

The stage and everything else were engulfed in an explosion, and the surrounding area disappeared without a trace.

It was that wonderful and ecstatic.

Mao’s sword swung and a fire dragon shot out, and Maishin exploded all the energy she had gathered to counter it.

To say that this was truly amazing is an understatement.

To be honest, even Ji Dae-ho didn’t have the confidence to stand up to their power.

Most of the leadership would probably do that.

‘And it must have been the same for Mark’s two brothers.’

The result was dire. Both of them were left on the floor, squirming.

If the owner, Milesung, hadn’t jumped into the air and absorbed all the energy at the crucial moment, neither of them would have survived. No, half of the estate itself would have been blown away.

‘Who will be the final winner?’

Now all that remains is a fight of determination.

Who will stand up?

And after a while, both of them started to stagger to their feet at the same time.

Ji Dae-ho stepped between the two brothers to make a judgment.

The first one to stand up there was… … .

“Kuuuuu… … .”

Bloodless Prince Mysin. That was him. He stood tall and laughed. Mao, on the other hand, was still kneeling.

The scales of victory slowly tilt.

Thud. Thud.

Mysin approaches, staggering.

Everyone watches this with bated breath.

And finally, he arrived in front of Mao.

Finally, the lips slowly opened.

“It’s pretty good. Hehe.”

The bloodless man grabbed Mao’s hair, and Zhang Yishu shut his eyes tightly.

But at that moment.

“Ugh!”

Thud! The bloodless man’s legs gave out and he fell to his knees. Then he started panting as if he was about to faint.

I’ve reached my absolute limit, to the point where I don’t even have the strength to throw a punch.

My danjeon is completely exhausted, and my body feels like a thousand pounds.

And in the meantime, Mao started to move.

“her!”

Exclamations of shock were heard from all around, and Mysin frowned with an anxious look on his face as he struggled to stand up.

It was a very close match where no one could tell what would happen.

Mao slammed his trembling fists into the ground and lay face down, breathing heavily, muttering.

“Now that I think about it… … . One thing is missing.”

“what……?”

“Cheol-yeong and Jang-deuk are there, but… … my share is missing… … .”

“Ugh. So?”

“So? Why is that… … you crazy bastard.”

Mao raised his head and smiled faintly.

“No more, just one. Just one.”

Woohoo!

And the remaining air power, which is like a speck of dust, is fiercely directed towards the right fist.

“what……!”

Myshin’s face turned from a sense of crisis to confusion, and at that moment Mao jumped forward and shouted.

“The more the better!”

A fist flying like a meteor, filling the field of vision!

“Oh, crazy! Kkaaaaaaah-!”

Ppeueueueuk! With a sharp sound, Mysin flies out of the stage like a ray of light.

Kwaaaaang!

It soon crashed into a building a short distance away.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness!”

Whoosh! The building collapses, dust flying.

There was a commotion everywhere in the castle, and all the onlookers were speechless.

“Haha… … Hahahahahaha!”

Mao burst into laughter and fell to the ground. Then Ji Dae-ho raised his hand and shouted, “Get out of this world!”

“The Seven Princes Win-!”

Waaaaaaaah! The cheers of the Seven Martial Arts Fighters rained down, and the corners of Jang Yiseo’s mouth went up.

Finally… …I won.

I put an end to the terrible evil that had tormented me my whole life.

Mao looked up at the sky.

It felt like Cheol-yeong and Jang-deuk were leaving like brightly smiling clouds. I felt a little more relieved inside.

‘See you later.’

Waaaaaaaaaah!

After sending them off like that, I turned my head and saw my family members running towards me.

Chilmuwi, Gwapyeong, Asin, and Guyu.

and.

Mao took a deep breath and sat up abruptly.

He then approached him with great poise.

The only one I can see right now.

The guy who brought me to this place.

“Jang I-seo… … .”

Mao stood tall in front of him and said:

“This time… … I protected you.”

He said. And then he laughed heartily, lost consciousness, and collapsed into Jang Yi-seo’s arms.

“Your Majesty the Seven Princes!”

It was the moment when the long confrontation between Maga and Chilsogung came to an end.

*

There is always joy and sorrow in victory and defeat. If someone laughs, someone else is bound to suffer.

Today’s despair belonged to Grand Duke Cheonmugi.

‘This is ridiculous. How could this happen… … .’

It’s something I can’t believe even after seeing it. When did that useless youngest become so strong?

Even if he had the best bones and muscle of all time, this wasn’t it. How could someone who had never properly learned martial arts do this?

This is beyond the realm of human beings.

If there is anyone who can do this, it is probably… … .

‘Cheonma… … . The gift my father gave me wasn’t just one of Baek In-jang’s seals!’

It was only then that I realized the authenticity of the sword Mao was holding.

It’s not that I didn’t have any doubts. However, I have never received or heard of a divine substance of this power.

It was truly dizzying and my heart felt like it was falling out of my chest.

Why? Why are you showing such favoritism towards the youngest, whom you never cared about in your lifetime? What on earth is going on inside you?

‘Jang I-seo… … Is that you? Or is it Sa-hae-ryeong… …?’

Cheonmugi looked at Jang-seo and Sa-hae-ryeong alternately with a fearful look.

Nothing changed.

The result has already happened, and it cannot be overturned. Also, you cannot question the Heavenly Horse.

More than anything, what’s important now is not the cause, but the aftermath of the result.

“Hehe, our youngest has grown up so much. He even knows how to fool his older brothers like this.”

Infinity approaches and speaks in a tearful manner. At this, Cheonmugi clenched his teeth and emitted a light.

“Now… … are you laughing?”

“Why are you picking on me again? Should I cry then?”

“You idiot. Can’t you understand what’s going on in your head right now?”

“Why not? It’s going to be fine. Our youngest is now a dragon. A dragon from the stream.”

“A mere dragon from a small stream? Hehe.”

Cheonmugi threw daggers as if he was pathetic. That’s all he can think of.

“Following the defeat of Maga Chilgak, even Muhyeolgong was defeated. This was not a coincidence, but a complete defeat due to skill. If only one had been defeated, it would have been different, but the entire Maga was defeated. What will the headquarters think of this?”

“What do you think?”

“You’re saying that a new candidate for the cult leader has appeared? I’m talking about the youngest one, not you or me!”

“No, but f*ck… … why do you keep raising your voice? Aren’t you the one who started this in the first place? Who brought in the Magachil guests and are you yelling at me for?”

“That mouth… …shut up.”

“You shut up. And what if those Maga brats planned it all from the beginning?”

“what……?”

Cheonmugi narrows his eyes and frowns. Where did he hear such nonsense…?

“Why. When you don’t know what’s going on, isn’t it basic to consider gains and losses? Of the three men who fought today, who was the one who lost? Muhyeol-gong became great in Bukmyeongsingong, and Mao became a dragon. Then, Iljang-ro, the father of those two sons. Is he angry?”

As Cheonmugi ground his teeth, Muhanseong spat out his words with an even more contemptuous expression.

“The arms are supposed to bend inward. Didn’t you know that? That’s right. You should have managed the elders better.”

“Your Majesty, aren’t your words harsh?”

As the Ghost Demon Army got angry and stepped forward, Muhanseong glared at him coldly, and Jo Yang-ak, who was behind him, glared with snake eyes and revealed his claws.

It’s a story about when you have to fit in.

At this, Cheonmugi raised his hand to stop him and spoke softly.

“I’m going back.”

Then he turned around without hesitation. He then glanced at Infinity and replied.

“Managing the subordinates… … . That’s true. But if that bastard, who is called Bojo, can’t even handle his work properly and just talks nonsense, how can he be of any use? Jangho’s fish food? There’s not a single one of them who’s smart in this palace. Tsk tsk tsk.”

“What, what?!”

Infinity was writhing in convulsion, but he had already laughed and gone his way.

“That kid… … .”

“I’m sorry.”

When I look to the side, I see Jo Yang-ak lowering his head as if he is ashamed. I sigh in frustration.

“What the hell is going on? How is that kid from Jang-seo still alive? He said that even if the sky splits in two, he would never come here.”

“I’m sorry. It seems like something has changed.”

“Variables? Do I need to know that?”

A sincere killing intent emanates from the eyes of infinity.

Giving endlessly to those who do well, but holding those who do not do well accountable without exception. That is the power of a scholar.

Jo Yang-ak swallowed hard and answered with a bow.

“I will definitely bring you the results you desire.”

“Assistant Cho. If you do well, you will be rewarded. But you should also consider the opposite. I won’t tolerate it twice. You know better than anyone what I mean.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Muhanseong glanced at Zhang Lishu, who was holding Mao in his arms, from afar with cold eyes. Then he quickly turned around and left.

Snap. With the gnashing of teeth and the accompanying groan.

In this way, movements toward the Chilsogung Palace began one by one. And without hesitation, there were those who reached out first.

“Haha, I was really impressed today.”

A yellow silk robe covering a broad face.

“Oh, I’m late in greeting you. I’m so sorry.”

The one in charge of the Demonic Cult’s funds and transportation. He is the head of the Golden Dragon Party, Man-geum-su. As expected of a natural-born businessman, he came to Chil-so-gung with a whiff of his name.

He is a man of great worldly wisdom who even speaks highly of Jang Il-seo, who is one rank lower than him, and takes a lottery ticket from him.

“It doesn’t seem like a situation where we can talk for long, so I’ll introduce myself formally soon. Haha. That’s all for now.”

Even the hit and run was perfect. In addition, the seven elders, the two twin horses Yangyo and Yangyu, and the five elders, Gwanggyo, gave their congratulatory remarks and left.

“I was right. Jang-seo. No, now Jang-su-ji. You’ve grown up well.”

“It’s better now, but it wasn’t better then.”

“I look forward to the future.”

On the other hand, Sa Hae-ryeong watched from afar and then turned away without saying a word. This was because he wanted to meet his friend, Grand Marshal Jinsan Jang, rather than the three princesses and Jang Bo-jwa.

There was also something that was stimulating.

‘I’ve been holding back too much. I’ll work harder.’

And so the confrontation with Maga ended.

Now there’s only one thing left.

“The Lord asked me to bring Jang Bo-jo.”

Elder Miles. Only a one-on-one meeting with him remained.

“Have a nice trip.”

Zhang Yishen smiled faintly and left Mao in the care of Gu Yu before following Maga’s warrior.