A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 339



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339.

#Hwarim’s Promise

For a moment, Jang-seo doubted his eyes.

“What did you just say?”

Why is he here?

“Tell me the truth.”

One of the five new members of the Shinju clan and one of the best masters of the Central Plains along with the leader.

Seogeom Yeojungak… …!

“Did you say it was Hwarim’s promise?!”

Gooooo!

And guess what, the situation now looked very dangerous.

The legend of Hwasan, who has the appearance of a god but is considered a western evil among the Sima Yi dynasty!

He showed off the aura of a blood demon to him.

What does this mean?

“How dare you, a demon… … ?!”

Now he says his eyes have become evil!

“There seems to be some misunderstanding.”

“misunderstanding?!”

At that very moment, Seogeom waved his hand. Then, an unknown sharp energy flew in.

Is it the wind?

Suwaaaaak!

No way! Where in the world can you find such a cold wind!

Pot!

Instinctively, he sensed danger and leapt to the side. Then, his left arm was cut and blood spurted out.

‘What the heck is this… … .’

If it is a paralysis of the fascia or periosteum, it has already fully recovered before you come here.

In short, it is a state of indestructible diamond that cannot even be touched by a strong attack.

But my body was cut.

‘Ganggi (罡氣)?!’

No way. If he was empty-handed and had strong energy, the flow of energy released should be clearly visible.

I couldn’t see anything.

I just had a feeling that it was dangerous. That was all there was to it.

‘How could this happen?’

While Jang Yi-seo was shocked by the situation that was beyond common sense, Seo-geom was also deeply surprised.

‘The arm wasn’t cut off.’

It was clearly a blow aimed at the left arm. But rather than cutting it off, it only grazed. Even the wound was shallow enough to be called an abrasion.

In simple terms, it means that he not only avoided his own blow, but also blocked it.

“You’re saying he’s not just some random guy? Well, if he came to catch me, he must have that level of skill. Let me ask you. Who told you about Hwarim’s promise?”

It was a shame to see blood, but it was time for another conversation. I tried my best to suppress my anger and answer.

“The leader sent me on an errand.”

“You killed the leader.”

crazy!

“No, how can that be?”

“Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to find out the promise made in Hwarim.”

“Why not? You can just listen!”

“That can’t be.”

This isn’t even a wall window! Are all New Year’s Days like this?

Suwaaaaak!

The sword’s hand was drawn again. Damn it. It’s invisible again.

It’s crazy because you can’t tell how long the flying spirit is and how close it is.

Crunch!

This time too, I flew using the method of Nareotagon, but as expected, I was wounded.

After that, Seogeom continued to strike without stopping. As he did so, red lines were carved into Jang Yiseo’s body.

This can’t just continue to happen here.

‘This is where patience ends.’

I steeled my resolve and stood tall in my seat.

“Have you given up?”

And at that moment, the invisible sword energy of the West Sword flies in.

『Thunderbolt Method』

Fire! My brain power exploded inside my body.

At the same time, a bolt of lightning struck Seogeom.

“no?!”

A sword that glares as if its eyes are going to be gouged out.

Jang Yi-seo’s sword is aimed at his chest. No amount of skill can stop him.

It’s definitely going to happen.

『Crafting Thunder Ring』

Phage, phage, phage!

The brain swirls in your palm and forms a sphere.

In response, Seogeom also raised his Jahashin Gong to its full power and responded with a purple light.

The moment when the palms of the two people meet.

Kwakwakwakwang!

A loud noise as if the world was being torn apart was heard, and a huge wave of energy spread out in all directions.

The scattered fog disappears as if it were being pushed a hundred paces away, and the stagnant water in Akduho creates strong waves.

A battle beyond the human realm!

Pfft!

After a while, Jang-seo was thrown backwards and landed on the ground.

On the other hand, Seogeom stood tall and looked down at his palm.

Jang Yi-seo swallowed his saliva. They didn’t give it their all, but a monster is still a monster.

I never thought he would accept the lightning bolt so easily as if nothing had happened.

A sense of pride flares up and surges.

Of course, from Seogeom’s perspective, the current situation itself was quite shocking.

Phagec!

My palms still felt tingly, but my opponent was fine, not dead.

What is most embarrassing of all is this.

“Thunder power… … ?!”

Brain power is so difficult to manipulate that there have been very few renowned masters of it over the past hundred years.

Moreover, if the thunder is so massive that it can still be felt outside the body, it is even worse.

Naturally, I remembered what the leader of the county had said a long time ago.

Han Moo-young’s Seongmyeongjeolgi is said to be a peerless divine skill that controls thunder.

then…….

“Are you really here to keep your promise?”

Kwaaaaang!

A purple light exploded from the sword’s eyes.

What the hell is that promise?

No, what on earth was the leader thinking when he sent me here?

“That’s right. I came to keep my promise!”

“How could someone like you… …!”

Look at his eyes. He looks like he’s going to tear people apart. This old man should have been born in Cheonsan, not a volcano. He chose the wrong mountain.

“I tell you again, I am only here on an errand. If you have any complaints, go and argue with the leader.”

Before the misunderstanding could get any worse, I drew a line and explained it again. And this time, fortunately, he seemed to believe me.

only.

“If you are truly Han Mu-yeong’s disciple, then draw your sword.”

Gooooooooo!

Things only got worse.

‘No, what is this!’

A shocking spirit that was incomparable to that of before was unleashed.

The misunderstanding seems to have been resolved, but why do I have more evil eyes?

“The day I lost to Han Moo-young. I made a promise.”

what.

“I will definitely show you my completed sword someday. That is the promise between me and Han Moo-young!”

This is crazy! I was so rude and I almost swore at him.

So the errand is to eventually go and fight Seogeom?!

‘Thank you for your hard work. Hehe.’

At that moment, the leader’s vile laughter rang in my ears.

The swearing was rising to my throat, but that wasn’t what was important right now.

What on earth has the master been doing?

Even the world’s greatest leader and the best swordsman, they all get excited as if they have a seizure when their master’s name is mentioned.

“Draw your swords. Han Moo-young’s sword and my sword. We must fight to see who is superior!”

I swallowed my sigh at the thunderous rebuke. Looking at the expression filled with longing, I knew that this was not a situation that could be avoided.

however…….

“doesn’t exist.”

“what?”

“You said you never learned swordsmanship.”

“What?!”

An earthquake occurred in the two eyes of the swordsman that had been like demons.

*

Seogeom asked with a face ten years older than his age.

“You never learned swordsmanship from Muyeong?!”

I explained the whole story. How I came to be here and what I learned from my master was only the deep exercise that uses brain power.

“How could something like that happen… … .”

Seogeom looked like he couldn’t believe it. What can I do? I really haven’t learned anything.

“Muyeong was a genius with the sword. No, throughout history, there has never been a genius with the sword better than him!”

Was it that much?

“But the author, the disciple, didn’t learn swordsmanship… … Could it be a problem with his qualifications?!”

Hey, you’re saying this strangely. Of course, it’s a bit less severe than the death penalty. No, not a bit, but a lot.

But who would want to be born with a hole in their dantian? And what can you do when your master didn’t write down your swordsmanship?

At this point, it would be better to not use the word genius anymore except for the master and the executioner. Let’s just call them all ordinary people 1 and 2.

“Are you really Muyeong’s disciple? Who the hell are you?”

“It’s common.”

“Is that your name?”

Okay.

“Does that matter? Whether I am a commoner or a genius, I have never learned the sword, so I regret not being able to keep my promise.”

Thud! Seogeom’s face distorted in a daze. It was to the point where I thought, “That’s the kind of expression that can be made.” But the shock was that great.

He trained his martial arts, always looking forward to the day he would meet Muyeong again.

Of course, as time passed, I naturally thought that we might never see each other again.

but!

I never imagined that the author, a disciple, would appear without learning the sword.

“Why did Muyeong choose a person like you who can’t even handle a sword as his disciple…?”

Then, shall I introduce you to another disciple? I can’t guarantee his survival, though.

“… … Nothing could stop Muyeong’s sword. Even a cheap iron sword was like a divine sword when he held it, and even a famous sword from a famous craftsman was shattered in front of him.”

The Sword of Receiving Names. It was one of the modifiers used in front of the leader of the time, but Seogeom knew it.

That means that Hyun-Cheong is still imitating the sword of Mu-Young that he saw when he was a teenager.

He handled countless swords and soon completed the sanctuary called Wan Geum (萬劍).

But he was different.

Imitation? My pride wouldn’t allow that.

He poured everything into completing the one and only absolute divine sword that would never break in his entire life.

“I wanted to prove to Muyeong that I wasn’t wrong. Who would have thought that the only person who showed up was this damned little guy.”

I kept telling myself to listen, but it never ended. I tried my best to listen, hoping that Yoon would at least get some news. But I can’t listen anymore.

“Then I guess I have nothing more to say. It looks like I’ve finished my errands. I’ll be going now, Aesong Mine.”

As I was about to turn my body away coldly, Seogeom spoke solemnly.

“Stand up.”

“Why? Do you have anything else to say?”

“Even if he is a person I do not wish to associate with, he is a disciple of Muyeong that I acknowledge.”

Seogeom turns around and enters the cabin.

“Come in. I’ll give you some tea.”

A shallow sigh was let out.

*

As expected of a true Taoist, his hut was extremely free-spirited.

There is no bed, and all you can see is a side table.

Looking at the faded spot on the floor, it seemed like the person there was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

After all, what need would there be for sleep for him who has reached the state of enlightenment?

“Listen.”

Seogeom handed over the teacup and sat down across from her at the side table.

“You will be the first to be humble like me.”

“Should I say thank you?”

“You’re not denying that you’re a mine.”

I flinched at the unexpected leading question. I wasn’t surprised at being caught, but rather at the fact that even he, who seemed old-fashioned, had this side to him.

Hurup. He answered naturally while drinking tea.

“Haven’t times changed?”

The so-called era of peace. An era where the two sides recognize each other’s existence and refrain from indiscriminate slaughter.

Of course, there were a lot of spies behind the scenes.

“I never wished for it.”

“That’s something that only people of my generation can say. It’s not that you didn’t want it, it’s that you couldn’t change it.”

Because he couldn’t defeat Cheonma. Those words hit the nail on the head. Seogeom’s eyes narrowed.

“You are indeed Muyeong’s disciple.”

Where are you looking?

“The one who turned around is exactly like that guy.”

He speaks harshly, but his expression is smiling. Seeing this, my hurt heart softened a little.

Because he felt what kind of existence his master was to him. A friend. And it was a look in his eyes that made him think of a close friend.

“I owe Muyeong a debt. If I hadn’t met him, I would have been stuck in a rut for a long time and wouldn’t have been able to break through the wall. I want to give you, my disciple, anything, but… … .”

I could tell what was going on without even having to listen any further. In short, he was going to draw a line privately with Sima Weidao.

But his consistent mind was not bad at all. I think his younger brother Yoon-i must have taught him that too.

“It’s okay. I’ll just accept your heart.”

Seogeom’s eyes became heavy at the calm answer.

Because I thought that if Mine knew who I was and had sinister intentions, I would never have accepted it so easily.

Desire.

The point was that he should have shown at least a little regret or resentment.

But Jang-seo didn’t have that. He didn’t seem to want anything and didn’t even think of it as his own.

I don’t know how I could possibly know the dark intentions of Sima Wei Dao, but I still didn’t feel bad.

Seogeom asked in a much more relaxed voice.

“The death penalty?”