A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 34



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A child who has not even learned the basics of magic, let alone Taoism. For now, it is confiscated. 34.

#The beginning of training (2)

“now?”

Mao asked back at the suggestion to swing it, then quickly nodded. It wasn’t difficult.

He slowly raised the spear in front of his face.

“How is it? Show me the details.”

Yeah, if you just spit out water, it’ll be ruined.

Jang-i laughed at the poor gesture.

But it was just then.

“Here, lightly… … Huh?”

Mao’s sword suddenly began to fall towards Zhang Yishu with a sharp and sharp force, as if possessed by a master.

‘Huh!’

A lightning-quick movement! If you can’t dodge, you’ll die.

Jang Yi-seo’s eyes shot open, and he instantly turned his upper body back and narrowly missed the spear with his sword.

Crunch!

Thinly cut bangs.

There was silence for a moment, and after a while, Jang-seo suddenly got up and shouted.

“What are you doing?!”

“Oh, oh… … ? That’s right. Why is it like this?”

“You’re saying that now!”

“100 million!”

But it’s not over yet.

Shhhhhh!

Mao pressed Zhang Li with tremendous force, as if he were being dragged by a sword.

Strong, heavy, pleasant, changeable.

There were various secrets contained in the tip of his sword, and this was a movement that could not possibly have been done by someone who was holding a sword for the first time.

Unless it’s an absolute master’s will.

“Come on, Jang-seo! Save me!”

Mao also screamed as his internal energy was flowing away like a torrent and his body lost control.

If we leave it like this, it looks like something big will happen.

‘Subdue.’

Pazjijik! Finally, an electric current surged through Zhang Yishu’s body, and soon, bang! A foot containing the Seven-legged Great Victory technique struck Mao’s face without hesitation.

“100 million!”

Mao fell to the floor with his chin still turned.

Clank! The situation is over as the knife falls from his hand.

Zhang Yishu took a deep breath and thought as he watched Mao convulsing in pain like an overturned insect.

‘It is said that a divine being sometimes resembles its owner’s history and will. At first, it is just a piece of iron, but if it meets a proper owner and spends a long time with him, it becomes accustomed to his energy and martial arts.’

So, there are incidents where a perfectly good farmer carelessly picks up a knife that a murderer used and ends up killing his family, and there are incidents where a knight makes a sword blade that has frost on it just by making a bet.

The same goes for Mao’s movements just now.

I guess it was likely the thoughts of the previous owner that Changryongdo remembered. It was a story about the divine water moving directly after remembering the martial arts of the previous owner.

And there is no way the cult leader didn’t know this.

‘Cheonma… … Could it be that the martial arts contained in that sword are a real gift?’

If so, there was a high probability that the former owner was an extremely powerful martial artist beyond imagination.

‘Besides, the fact that he reacted this much means that he was impressed by Mao’s extreme martial arts skills. I should find out more about those who have used extreme martial arts skills.’

and…….

“You are absolutely prohibited from adding any internal energy to the Changryongdo until you receive my permission.”

It is sealed until Mao can control it.

“If you write it carelessly, the King might get hurt.”

Even the people around you.

“Hey, you’re already hurt? Can’t you see my jaw is twisted? It fucking hurts.”

“Please answer.”

“Okay, I got it. What the hell is this? It’s not even a monster.”

Mao, who had gotten up, examined the Spear Dragon on the floor as if it were a monster. He couldn’t help but be surprised and scared because his own body was moving on its own.

Zhang Yi took a shallow breath, picked it up, and handed it to Mao, asking.

“Homework? Was there anything you asked me to do by the next time I came?”

“Why not? There is. He told me to avoid the wind he was shooting.”

Ha. Jang Yi-seo let out a sigh of disbelief.

Are you talking about the wind that was sent at you? If so, this isn’t homework, it’s a warning that you’ll be killed that day.

How could Mao avoid it when he himself barely managed to avoid it?

Even though he blocked the path with Bona Mana Changryongdo, it must have been blocked unconsciously by the sword.

“If you can’t avoid it, I’ll kill you too.”

It’s a very mountainous area.

“So, what I’m saying is, I’m going in.”

“Where.”

“cave.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m going to do closed-door training. After about three years, won’t my father forget me?”

You’re saying that now? By that time, there will be plenty of time for the cult leader to appear. The mission is over. Jang Il-seo said, pressing his temples.

“When is the next breakfast?”

“A month later.”

It’s tight. Zhang Yishu sighed deeply. Then Mao smacked his lips.

“There really is no answer other than training.”

“I guess so?”

“Yes. So, please practice as if you were dead for a month.”

“What are you talking about?”

“A month later, we go to the cult leader.”

“hey!”

Mao shouted in a loud voice. Zhang Yi ignored him and only watched the embers bursting out.

There was no choice anyway.

In order to survive right now, I had to solve the homework the cult leader had given me.

Mao Doo.

And yourself too.

Jang Seo lowers his head and looks down at his palms.

The tendons stick out darkly and then slowly disappear as if breathing.

And he knew very well what this meant.

‘I… … am dying now.’

It’s shocking. He’s killing himself.

This was an aftereffect of the encounter with Cheonma.

‘This is the gift I give you.’

The bet of the Heavenly Demon that had seeped into his body.

I didn’t have to think too deeply about what the gift meant, I just knew it.

Because all the turbid internal energy in the dantian has disappeared and it has been filled with pure demonic energy.

Yes, that’s right.

Right now, Jang Yiseo’s magical energy was flowing through his body.

It is the extremely dangerous and vicious magic of the Heavenly Demon that can never be handled by a bowl with holes.

‘Homework. Find a clue to cure your body. Of course, there won’t be much time.’

There is now exactly one month left.

Eat them or be eaten.

The time it takes for one of the two to become one.

* * *

If you were to name the most dangerous village in Cheonsan, there is one place that would definitely be in the top three.

The name is Donwoochon (Pork and Cow Village).

It literally means a village of pigs and cows, and originally it was a village of Baekjeong who raised and slaughtered pigs.

It wasn’t much different even now. It’s just that pigs and cows are believers, and the butchers who slaughter them are…

Slaughterhouse.

Except that they are the ones staying right here in Juru.

*

Inside a sealed room that appears to be a den. A reddish lantern casts a decadent light through the smoky smoke.

The name of this place is Saekhwaru (色花樓).

He is a low-level, inferior lord and the head of the slaughterhouse.

And in the deepest room here, three men were sitting with naked courtesans, and the twin assassins who had attacked Zhang Yishu and Mao. Yeo Do-sun was standing with his hands behind his back as if reporting.

“Aren’t you saying that you ran away alone in the end?”

Of the three men seated, the one wearing an expensive silk robe asked with a laugh.

From head to toe, the evil spirit flows, and no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem to fit in this kind of atmosphere.

The status was the same.

His name is Mysin.

He was the direct descendant of the Maga family, which could be said to be the most powerful family in the Demonic Cult, and his older brother who had been tormenting Mao for a long time.

*

Mysin, the bloodless public servant without blood or tears.

The best equipment, evaluated as a two-horse carriage among the later indexes along with the Grand Duke Cheonmugi.

His appearance was fierce, his eyes were sharp, and his slender body gave off a sensual charm.

Especially the hazy gaze that looks like someone is drunk is truly decadent.

Well, it was only natural, considering the pure white powder on the table in front of him that he had eaten.

It was a hallucinogenic drug called Mihonsan (迷魂散) that causes confusion.

“I thought that my assistant’s skills were better than I expected, so I thought I had to report it somehow… … .”

Yodosun denied it, sweating profusely. My brother died from a single blow. What more could I do if I fought him to death?

“You have thick skin too.”

As Mysin bursts into laughter, the person sitting next to him speaks up.

“Hey. But brother, that guy’s twin died. Then let’s not scold him too much since he risked his life.”

“Go, thank you.”

Yodosun hurriedly bent down. His nervous expression was obvious. It was natural.

The man who just took my side is the second in the slaughterhouse hierarchy.

A mad dog with a hot temper who will strike anyone who touches him with an axe from the forehead.

The second of the Sa brothers was the mad dog Sa Ho-jeong.

A tall, intimidating figure with loose, curly hair. Just looking at his eyes that sparkle with murderous intent, he looks extremely dangerous.

“But what was your name?”

“… … This is Yodosun.”

“Yes, Yodosuni. You’re one of our slaughterhouse managers.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Then that bastard who killed your brother must have brought one of his limbs. Right?”

“yes……?”

“He couldn’t have just come here. He’s a manager at our slaughterhouse. He must have brought at least one thing, like an eye or an arm.”

“that is…….”

“This kid is slow to respond. What is that? Speak.”

Sahojeong laughed and scratched the bottom of his nose with his index finger before pulling out an axe from his waistband. Yodosun’s heart pounded and his legs trembled.

Then, right then.

His mouth, which had been sitting silently like a savior, opened.

“Stop talking and go have a drink. Don’t make me hear that again.”

A ferocious expression like a tiger and a sturdy physique like a bear.

“Oh, man. Does your brother only do that when I do something?”

The eldest of the Sa brothers and number one in the slaughterhouse.

“… … Shut your mouth.”

“Ha… …Fuck. This is so annoying.”

A person who can make even the world’s madman Sahojeong turn his head with just a look.

A man with demon tattoos all over his body and wearing metal rings on each finger.

“So. Who did you get hurt by?”

The butcher, Sado-cheol.

The three people who run the slaughterhouse like that.

Mysin and the Sassi brothers began to move towards Jang Yiseo in earnest.

*

Sado-cheol, Saho-jeong. And Mysin.

The three of them gathered in this Saekhwaru (色花樓), which could be called the main building of the slaughterhouse, had a truly mismatched relationship.

First of all, Sado-cheol and Saho-jeong were collectively known as the Sa brothers and were considered the worst assassins in Cheonsan.

They were a group that was not afraid of committing heinous acts, from the hallucinogenic drug Mihonsan to groundless kidnapping and murder.

On the other hand, Mysin, who sat in the center seat, was of noble blood, with innate madness in his eyes, as befitting a direct descendant of Maga, and with dignity evident in every movement of his fingertips.

A being whose future is guaranteed from birth, and who can have everything as they grow up.

But there are many such people, and among them, the Sashi brothers are hanging out together.

It is truly contradictory and cannot help but feel a sense of discomfort.

But this is only what it looks like from the outside.

In fact, Mysin thought that the Sa brothers were the ones who suited him better than anyone else he had met in the Demonic Cult.

So, he volunteered to support them and covered up countless problems.

There is only one reason.

Because they are the most primitive in our school.

That violence that destroys what you don’t like, takes what you want, and tears your clothes apart if necessary.

Because I had it.

In particular, the current Cheonmasin religion, which hides its true nature in silk robes, has strict doctrines, and only its masters are ruthless, was absolutely not the ideal image he had in mind.

If you worship power, it is right to pursue violence that reveals that power.

That’s why I thought that primitive people like the Sa brothers were the most ideal talents that our school could hope for.

An attitude that threatens to tear everything apart at any time.

Just like right now.

“So. Who did you get hurt by?”

“Okay, this is Jang-seo. I can confirm that he was definitely hit by an arrow, and that he was poisoned. I thought we had won the fight… … .”

“however?”

“But then, all of a sudden, that guy came flying in like lightning… … and I got rid of him in just one day. In just one day… … .”

As he spoke, Yodosun was so absorbed in the past that his eyes became blurry. It was a leap in reality that he could not believe even though he had clearly seen it.

At that time, Jang Yi-seo looked like a vicious monster wearing the mask of a scholar. A monster that could tear anyone apart and kill them if it wanted to.

“But what was even more unbelievable was what happened next. I clearly only heard the sound once, but there were seven ruptures from the face to the chest. I moved seven times in a split second. So… … I ran away. I’m sorry.”

After Yodosun’s explanation was over, Sahojeong and Myshin quickly looked at Sadocheol.

The question is whether this is possible now.

Not only did he defeat the officer, Yodosun, in a single day, but he also sunk seven vital points at the same time… … .

Sado-cheol looked at Yodo-sun indifferently without any change in expression and said.

“No need to be sorry.”

and.

“Huh!”

He jumped up and grabbed his face with one hand. Although Yodosun was tall and had long hair, Sadocheol’s body and grip were overwhelming.

“Ughh …

In an instant, as the hand suddenly rose upward, Yodosun’s legs dangled in the air.

Mysin and Sahojeong’s eyes widened at the behavior that they could not understand at all.

Ssae-ae-ak! Without a single moment of hesitation, Sado-cheol charges forward. Then, bang! He slams the back of his head into the wall.

“Cough!”

With a scream, Yodosun’s face opened wide like a skull, and then a merciless energy burst out from Sadocheol’s body like a storm.

Woohoo!

He clenched his two huge fists, each with an iron ring on it, and threw them back sharply over his shoulders.

And then, Kwaaang-!

Two fists struck the urethra as if exploding.

The speed was so fast that only the afterimage was blurry, and even that was lost in the sight of the crumbling and flying rocks, so I couldn’t even remember it properly.

But one thing is clear.

“It is possible to speak in a straight line. It solves my curiosity.”

As Sahojeong shrugged his shoulders, Yodosun, ranked 5th in the hierarchy, proved his words with his own death.

With one blow, seven places on the chest were sunken.