A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 259



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259.

#Where are you!

Wow!

Mao rolled on the floor. Zhuge Liang looked at him with blank eyes.

The Baekboshin Kwon is a merciless punch that can even pierce through rocks.

It was hit at close range, so there’s no way he’d be okay.

“Immeasurable Life Buddha.”

As if to prove this, Wondam closed his eyes tightly and clasped his hands together.

This was the roar of the victor.

It was his own mercy that allowed him to be sent to a room without pain.

He must have died because he hit the vital point with the power of ten stars.

But.

“It hurts x!”

Mao stood up abruptly, breaking my expectations. Then he rubbed his chest with his palm and frowned.

Are you okay?

Wondam was dazed for a moment, forgetting even his desire for revenge.

“Hey, bald. It takes me a while to wake up. Can you wait until then… … Kaak!”

The sword that flew in without warning struck Mao without mercy.

Pufufufu!

A relentless pounding. But each and every blow is heavy. And the last is Jeong-guk!

Kwaang!

“Crash!”

This time it went down even more miserably.

His face is covered in blood and his body is covered in wounds. But he stands up fine.

“You little punk, I told you to wait!”

This is truly mind-boggling.

But what was most surprising was the rebound I felt every time I struck Mao’s body.

‘It’s not like you’ve been through a lot. Did you get some training in physical education?’

Any other way would explain the incredible aerodynamics on that young face.

Even the Buddha Dragon, who was the child that Shin Seung had chosen and was said to have the highest level of power among the later ten dragons, was not at this level.

“Hey, bald… … Are you doing this because of that old bastard?”

Mao staggers to his feet and snickers.

“Right, so why did you bring me here for no reason?”

Wondam’s eyebrows twitched. Then he glanced back.

Dozens of soldiers from the Cheonghae branch have already fallen, and although the executives and Man-Gwang are still holding on, they won’t last long.

There is nothing more to see.

‘To these people… … .’

A deep anger welled up inside me. I couldn’t believe that Shinseung had been defeated by these people.

Who is he?

He is a legend of Shaolin at the time and is called the teacher of all.

But I’m being ridiculed by these devils.

“Where is your Majesty?”

He asked calmly, but his voice was full of life. Anyway, the main point was to find Shin Seung.

Even if it’s a corpse.

“I don’t know, this kid… … Keuk!”

Wow! Mao falls down again after being hit by Won Dam’s fist aimed at Lee Hyeong-hwan.

“Where is your Majesty?”

“I don’t know… … Kaak!”

Boom!

The foot of the rushing Yuan Tan soared high into the sky and then struck Mao in the chest.

His eyes are wide open and he has blood around his mouth.

“Confucius, just tell me!”

Jegal So-mi ran over and blocked Won-dam with his body. Then he made a desperate appeal. Even in the midst of all this, Hana Mao continued to laugh.

Where there is a new god, there is a new world.

I can’t call you even if I die.

“He is the one who will repent only after death.”

And did Won Dam feel that way too?

“Whoa!”

He pushed Zhuge Liang away again and grabbed Mao by the collar, lifting him up.

Mercy ends here.

“Others may fear the Demonic Cult, but not Shaolin. Do you know what I mean?”

“I don’t know… … you bald bastard.”

“They say that there is a limit to how much you can look after.”

Wondam pulled his right hand back.

Woohoo!

A sharp fist rising up.

It’s a hundred-step divine right!

It can penetrate rock from a hundred paces away, but its current range is only one pace.

Even if it was an indestructible diamond, I was confident that I could make a hole through it.

therefore.

“I will ask you one last time. Where is your Majesty?”

“… … .”

At Mao’s silence, Zhuge Xiaomei screamed, and Yuan Tan’s eyes flashed.

“Repent.”

Then he thrust his fist forward violently.

Woohoo!

Feel the stormy power right in front of your nose!

At that moment, Mao thought.

Why is this kid always so late? If you think about it, it’s been like that from the beginning. He’s been missing out.

anyway.

Mao, after finishing his thoughts, weakly gave the order with blurry eyes.

“… …Put it away.”

Said.

Then at that very moment.

“Huh?!”

Quagwagwa!

A merciless blast of energy flew in from the side of the dam.

It is also intense and very hot, something that no one can ever imitate… … .

“The Hundred Steps Divine Right?!”

Phew!

It’s the season of Shaolin.

*

Won-dam eventually retrieved the sword that was flying towards his side and threw Mao away.

Then he blocked the punch by swinging both arms like windmills and stepping back.

“The Hundred Steps Divine Right… …!”

I can’t believe it, but I know better after mixing my hands. It was definitely the Baekboshin Kwon that I had learned.

I raised my head and saw a young man with long black hair standing down with his hands behind his back.

At first glance, it looks unusual.

“Branch Manager-!”

“Why are you so late!”

The appearance of a newcomer was not limited to this place. A commotion from the entrance woke my ears.

I turn my head to look around and see the sight of an unfamiliar middle-aged man holding a sword.

Long live the Demon King.

He joined in, drawing his sword of wrath.

And his participation was enough to turn the tide of the battle.

“Eighteen Arhats?!”

Won Dam’s expression, as he watched closely, was somewhat shocked.

The Eighteen Arhats began to change formation into a hexagonal shape.

This was a martial art created to deal with high-ranking officials of the Jangmun class, and could be said to be the power of the Eighteen Arhats.

So, what this means is that… … .

‘Are you saying that the author’s martial arts skills have reached the highest level?!’

This means that he is not usually an expert.

“Did you think you could survive by trampling on the swordsman’s gate?”

Suaaaak!

A sword that slashes while exploding with a roar. The sword energy spreads out fiercely in all directions.

I can’t believe it, but he is a top-notch expert.

“How… … .”

Wondam sighed and looked ahead again.

“Are you okay?”

“I… … protected you until the end?”

“Well, at the end, everything that was mumbling seemed to have completely disappeared.”

“No!”

A young man supporting Confucius while smiling.

Won-dam felt it intuitively. He was the one who had insulted and harmed Shin-seung.

This means that the brain is in good shape.

“hmm.”

Jang-seo spat briefly and looked around.

Fortunately, Myo Chae-kyung, who fell to the floor, does not seem to have died.

‘Focus.’

‘Room 103… … .’

Next, Jang Yi-seo met Jegal So-mi’s eyes and calmed down his complicated feelings.

Because I was worried that he came alone without Yoon. But right now, that’s more important than anything else.

“The owner… is… brain dead?”

The Sadaegumgang Wondam, who reveals a heavy killing intent while looking at me. That’s it.

“What you unleashed just now was definitely the Shaolin Hundred Steps Divine Fist. How did you know about that, my lord?”

Jang Yi-seo met Won-dam’s eyes as he continued to ask questions. His face looked like it had a lot of questions. However, the order was wrong.

“Why did you come here?”

Jang Yi-seo asked the question absentmindedly, without giving an answer. Won-dam’s eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

It’s not just because of simple rudeness.

When I asked him why he came to Jeokbanhajang, he was astonished.

“Are you really asking because you don’t know why Soseung came here-!”

Finally, a thunderous roar of fury erupted.

Then, without hesitation, he kicked and shot at Jang Yi-seo.

“be careful!”

Mao’s worried cries poured out, and Zhuge Shaomi tightly shut his eyes.

Even though he is number 103, his opponent is none other than the greatest of Shaolin monks, the Great Master Wondam of the Four Great Diamonds.

This is not an opponent you can ever win against.

The result is just heartbreaking.

But… … .

Shhh!

“uh……?”

What I heard was not a rough sound but the noise of the wind cutting through.

Shhhhhhhh!

And not just once, but several times.

As she looked at this in bewilderment, she had to put her small hand to her mouth, unable to close her gaping mouth.

“Uh, how?”

No. 103. No, Brain Horse Jang Seo was leisurely enduring Won Dam’s attacks.

He twists his chest to avoid the regime, turns around again and swings his arms down. He pushes his chest with the back of his hand to create distance.

The dozens of skirmishes that followed were similar.

‘No. 103 was this strong?’

If he had thrown a secret weapon, used a poison attack, or fought with brute force like Mao, I wouldn’t have been this surprised.

Every movement was luxurious, elegant, and simple.

Anyone who looks at this person can tell that he is a very experienced expert.

Jegal So-mi’s mind went blank. Of course, it was nothing compared to the person involved, Won-tan.

‘Oh, how… …!’

As soon as he unleashed his attack, he was blocked. He even deliberately took advantage of the gap to gain distance and unleashed his Baekboshin Kwon!

Bam!

As if he had expected it, the stone that Jang Yi-seo had kicked flew straight towards his forehead.

‘The sage?!’

The moment I hurriedly recovered my air power and flew to the side, I lost sight of Jang Yi-seo’s new form.

For a moment, I felt a chill run down my spine as if I was saying, “Oh no.”

And then boom!

“Huh!”

The sudden appearance of Jang Il-seo’s work shook my heart.

Won Dam-dae was pushed back and stopped only after putting his hands on the floor.

The result was so shocking that even the movements of the Eighteen Arhats were entangled.

“Where are you looking at me!”

A grand finale that rushes forward without missing a beat.

The hearts of the Cheonghae branch members are filled with pride, and their eyes are filled with anticipation of victory.

Shaolin vs. Demonic Cult.

The outcome of the showdown, from which there is no room for retreat, is starting to tilt!

*

Meanwhile, around the time when the battle between Shaolin and the Demonic Cult took place.

“Who will win?”

On the mountain ridges south of Seonyeong, there were those who were very curious about their results.

A masked man and a black-haired woman squatting with a spear in her hand.

This is the blood sect’s giraffe, Red Arin.

The two people who started this situation were anxiously waiting for the results.

“I vote for the Demonic Cult.”

Among them, Jeok A-rin boldly raised her hand to the Demonic Cult.

“The Four Great Diamonds and the Eighteen Arhats. Of course, they are great. But is that enough?”

Even if you just weigh the odds, this was a victory for the Demonic Cult.

Putting aside the numbers, the Black Ark’s Silver Evil Castle and the Sword Master’s Long Live the Sword Master, who fought on equal terms. And the Seven Princes’ Mao, who brought the Silver Evil Castle to its knees in an instant.

Even among these, there are two who are top-notch experts.

And that’s not all.

The greatest thunder demon that has shaken the world these days remains.

This is the brain horse that defeated Shin Seung.

Even considering that he was possessed by a coin, his skills were extraordinary.

No matter how you look at it, this was Shaolin’s defeat.

But.

“You make fun of Shaolin.”

Oh-Hyung snickered and expressed his dissenting opinion.

“Why do you think the Demonic Cult has failed to unify Central Plains time and time again for over a thousand years?”

Well, there are many reasons. There are cases where a great hero appears, and there are also cases where hundreds of small firefighters, including the Gupaebang, joined forces to stop it.

There were also cases where the royal family intervened to prevent this.

But the most common reason was… … .

“It’s Shaolin. The Demonic Cult defeated all of the Central Plains but was unable to defeat Shaolin, so they suffered the bitter cup of defeat and had to turn back time and time again.”

“I guess you really like old stories. So?”

“Wondam is the strongest of the four great Vajras who has attained the Arhatship Kwon. The only ones who can stop him in Shaolin are the heads of the Eight Great Guardians who protect the divine monks and abbots.”

“That means… … .”

“A hundred dogs can’t defeat a tiger. A hundred dogs can’t defeat a tiger. They are nothing more than the demons of the Demonic Cult and will never be able to surpass the thousand-year-old Shaolin.”

A boast full of pride. The corners of Jeok Ah-rin’s mouth went up.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

The clouds began to drift away quickly.