A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 290



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290.

#praise, then

One of the ten martial arts that is considered the best in Shaolin and can be said to be the symbol of the Heavenly Kings’ War.

Each of them was made up of a complex and diverse herbivore, and each possessed a unique strength.

The more you continue to strike, the more powerful the Demon Summoning Hundred and Eight Fists become.

Baekboshinkwon (百步神拳), which unleashes a straight line of energy to instantly kill enemies from a distance.

Arahanshinken (阿羅漢神拳) with a flexible flow of true energy and speed that leaves an afterimage.

The Thirteen Palms of Guanyin (觀音十三掌) explode in places unrelated to the striking area.

The Blue Dragon’s departure from the sea has a wide-ranging impact.

A great dragon claw hand that can catch and turn away even the largest opponent.

Lotus Buddha’s Finger, which emits a heavy, flower-shaped energy from the tip of the finger.

The curved Lotus Sutra finger.

A powerful sword that can tear apart a railroad with a single strike.

Musangak (無上脚), which contains the mysterious essence of the art of retreat.

In addition to these strengths, Shin Seung considered all the strengths that make up each martial art to be sacred.

As if it were a great legacy of our ancestors that must not be destroyed.

If you think about it, it’s only natural.

But Jang Seo had a slightly different idea when he learned this.

‘It feels like other herbivores are blocking the herbivores that are strong in that area.’

Martial arts are originally meant to subdue one’s opponent.

But the ten martial arts felt like only one was real and the rest were forced in.

The composed primary foods are a hindrance, and rather, the main primary foods for each martial art complement each other.

This was an area that only Jang Seo, who had mastered all ten martial arts, could be suspicious of.

Something I couldn’t bring myself to say or try in front of the divine being for fear of being considered disrespectful.

But fortunately, this is a demonic cult.

A place where you can freely compose Shaolin martial arts without any problems.

So, Jang-seo decided to cut off the branches so that no one could notice and just display the main ten types of martial arts without discrimination.

『Guanyin thirteen palms.』

As the thick, sharp sword was filled with mystery, tension radiated from the body of the struck man in all directions.

“Ugh!”

Those who were nearby also lost consciousness after being hit without even knowing what was happening.

However, because the application of the true energy is so great, there is a gap in the subsequent actions.

“Now is the time, strike!”

At that moment, another martial art came to Jang Yi-seo’s mind.

『Arahan Divine Fist』

The movements that had been consistent like flowing water suddenly gained speed and attacked the enemy’s weak points, leaving behind numerous afterimages.

“Ugh!”

“Blood, avoid it!”

Even trying to distance ourselves was of no use.

Just because you can’t reach it doesn’t mean you can’t hit it.

『Baekboshinkwon (The Hundred Steps Divine Fist)』

The fired bullet hit the opponent.

Kwaang!

“Hang in there!”

A massive mine wearing iron armor charges forward.

“Like the legs of a goddess.”

Flash!

One lightning strike shatters the armor.

After that, Jang continued to endlessly display the essence of the ten martial arts.

Kkaaaak!

And at some point, the screams became louder than the cheers, and I fell into a state of complete selflessness.

‘This is… …!’

Jang reached one realization.

‘Hangma Baekpal Kwon (降魔百八拳), Baekbo Shin Kwon (百步神拳), Arhat Shin Kwon (阿羅漢神拳), Avalokiteshvara’s thirteen palms (觀音十台掌), Cheongryong Chulhae (靑龍出海), Daegum Yongjosu (擒龍爪手), Yeonhwa Bulji (蓮花佛指), Beop-hwa Ji (法華指), Yeoui Sintwi (如意神腿), Musangak (無上脚).’

The ten martial arts, all of which are performed with hands and feet, may have started out as one.

It was because, although they clearly had different groups and movements, I saw a single ray of golden light within them.

Someone might have passed by, but Jang-seo chased after it.

Then, at some point, a sea covered in the setting sun spread out before us, and golden waves rose up like a tornado and danced.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me.

Is it the sea that moves, or is it the sun?

At some point I realized.

It is not the sea that moves, nor the sun that moves.

That your heart is moving.

At that moment, an unknown martial art is about to be revealed to the world through Jang Yi-seo’s body!

dump.

“ah…….”

As soon as someone fell, Jang-seo woke up from his state of trance.

I am filled with regret at the golden light that disappears like a spring dream.

But when I looked around, I understood.

There were no more shouts or screams.

The elders sitting at the round table stood up at once, and the believers watching from behind remained silent with their mouths open.

There was only one person standing on the empty lot.

One thousand two hundred and seventy-eight people.

All lose.

There were no deaths.

A miracle happened.

Jang Il-seo did it.

I took everyone down without killing anyone!

and.

“Waaaaaaaaaah!”

The believers gathered at a distance shouted.

It was thrilling.

The first steps of the number one ranked brain horse, Jang Seo, awakened everyone’s hearts.

“Jang I-seo! Jang I-seo!”

They called his name, and his momentum pierced the sky and soared to the top of Mahae Mountain.

‘Haha, as expected, you are my priest.’

It was a new legend of magic.

*

Meanwhile, there was a long silence among the elders of the Round Table.

There were many mixed emotions, but the biggest one was regret.

‘What on earth was it?’

At first glance, it looked like Shaolin martial arts, but it didn’t have that much precision, and although it seemed familiar, it was completely unpredictable, so it was hard to gauge.

Above all, at the end, Jang Yi-seo’s entire body was wrapped in golden light, and within it, an incredible power that could not be judged was felt.

The moment when you open your eyes wide and try to witness with great tension!

The fight is over.

It’s as if I only heard my father’s will, which said, ‘All my property goes to… ‘

But one thing was clear.

‘You were hiding your strength.’

The elders’ palms were covered in cold sweat, and their hearts were filled with jealousy like lava.

“That’s amazing.”

In the end, the quick-witted Samjangro Maeng Cheol-yong spoke first.

The surprise could not have been greater. It was because it had grown beyond comparison to when I had seen it in Kowloon City in the past.

To this extent, regardless of whether one is for or against the vice-principal, his skills are worthy of respect as a warrior.

“Hey! If I had just used the poison technique, it would have been done in no time! Tsk tsk tsk.”

Ma-ui laughed heartily with his shoulders high, and Elder Mail Sung, who had been silent until now, opened his mouth as if he could finally speak.

“Haha, in Cheonmajeon, they don’t give the number one spot to just anyone.”

This is truly the highest praise.

On the other hand, Elder Lee’s face was really crumpled.

“Are you in your right mind now?”

Is that something you can say after losing the number one spot in the hierarchy to a little girl? What’s there to brag about?

“I’m telling you not to let your guard down. If you can’t stop your brain after causing such a big problem, wouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself? Well, thanks to you, I had a good time.”

“Huh!”

Elder Lee trembled and looked ahead again.

Jang-seo! Jang-seo!

My blood boils at the sound of the chanting of the believers. You stupid, ignorant things.

“It’s pretty good… … But this isn’t all I’ve prepared!”

He clenched his teeth and muttered, but it wasn’t just words.

At best, what was outside the gate was a bunch of unarmed bandits.

The real story starts after that.

Beyond the outer gate, only a small but highly trained group remained.

And above all else.

“If you give up your right to vote, I don’t mind dealing with you directly.”

Among the elders, a man stepped forward and said something meaningful.

A middle-aged man with a silver crown on his head.

His neck is draped in white fox fur, and his long black robe is embroidered with gold patterns.

A person with a handsome appearance, but who somehow appears to be violent and dangerous.

“President.”

He is a sleepwalking president who recently returned after single-handedly destroying a large-scale bandit group in the vicinity.

He declared war by saying that he would personally deal with Jang Il-seo.

“The elders are coming forward! Where is such a law!”

At this, Ma-ui became furious, and Il-jang-ro Mail-seong also spat.

Although he is on the president’s list, in terms of skill alone, he is higher than the second and third elders!

It was none other than the third-ranking official in the old order, the White Ghost God Demon, Mongyu.

“If you have any complaints, please come out together.”

“her!”

It’s like telling me to give up my right to raise my hand and stand next to Jang. It’s a confidence that’s truly crossing the line.

But that was largely his original role.

A destroyer who makes a significant difference with his overwhelming power when a force that interferes with the new religion appears.

That was the president’s sleepwalking.

That means he is more aggressive and aggressive than anyone else.

“Do you think you can’t go out if you’re told to?”

Boom! The opponent is the demon Sima Jun. He stands up with a start, swinging his snake staff down.

But at that moment.

Sigh. The elder shook his head and grabbed my arm.

‘Just leave it.’

‘Why!’

And while he was hesitating, the CEO snorted and then, bang! He stormed off and disappeared.

“this……!”

I looked at Miles with doubt as to why he was dried. He just looked into the distance.

*

Squeak!

A huge outer door opened amidst the resonating sounds of the bells.

And then the mines with even sharper eyes poured out in two directions.

‘The authors… … .’

You can tell just by looking at it.

If those who have fallen around are unaffiliated thugs, those who have now appeared are official warriors of the Demonic Cult, each belonging to a military organization.

They are definitely different, starting with their eyes.

They are by no means people to be dealt with lightly.

Moreover, the real problem was what came next.

“Haha, are you a brain demon?”

A middle-aged man who appears like a military general at the end.

“President?!”

“You recognize me.”

Why don’t you know? Just by looking at the fox fur around his neck, you can tell. Officially ranked 3rd, Baekguishinma Mongyu.

If you were to choose the three most-avoided members of the Demonic Cult, including Cheonma, it would definitely be him. He is that dangerous.

An unexpectedly huge wall appeared.

“It was very impressive a little while ago.”

“You foolishly said you would come and see me. But judging from the fact that you came out to meet me, I guess you have a short temper.”

Gooooooo!

At the words that were spoken out of the blue, a vicious aura emanated from Mongyu’s body.

“Kekekeke.”

Then he let out an interesting laugh. Then, one of the warriors who had been observing around shouted.

“Where did you dare speak so carelessly! Be polite to the president… …!”

Wedge, wedge!

Hana Musa couldn’t say anything until the end.

Because I was dragged to the side by the hand of the sleepwalker who had stretched out without even looking up and my chin was grabbed.

He slowly turned his head, one hand behind his back. Then he looked at the frightened warrior indifferently and asked.

“Who told you to come out?”

“Kwaaaaah!”

Ppagagagag! And with a merciless roar, the warrior flew in the direction he came from and fell down with a crash.

Quick. He took his hand off my chin and struck me dozens of times before my feet even touched the ground.

And the fallen man had his limbs broken and was writhing like an earthworm.

Jang Yi-seo narrowed his eyes at this.

‘This is worthy of a master of breaking bones and using hands.’

As he was originally a person of interest, he was quick to respond to sleepwalking.

He is a master of martial arts, hand skills, and finger skills, and it is said that he has mastered over eighty martial arts.

It was also called ‘Chal-gwa-sal’ (擦過殺) because the strength of one finger was strong enough to lift four or five adults and even a simple brush with it could kill.

But more than that.

‘He is neither a boastful man like Elder Lee nor a seasoned political expert like Elder Il. He is the devil himself.’

Jang Yi-seo had a gut feeling.

His two eyes are like the devil itself, completely devoid of any sense of other people’s gaze or calculations.

Anyone can harm you if you are careful.

He is said to be a very dangerous person.