A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 47



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47.

#Moonlight Lake Battle (3)

– Wolha Village Market Alley.

“No, My Lord Chil-gong-ja! Have you been hiding such powerful martial arts skills until now? I almost lost my mind! Hahaha!”

“Hahaha! What again?”

As Mao burst into hearty laughter, the faces of the Black Dragon Sect brightened and their shoulders rose. The believers on the rooftops waved torches and cheered.

On the other hand, the slaughterhouse was in confusion, looking at each other. It was clearly the guy who had been trembling in fear just a moment ago. With just one move, the momentum was completely reversed.

Dong Zhuo’s mind went blank.

‘The Seven Princes have never properly learned martial arts… …? When on earth did they… … . This is an overwhelming level that even the leader cannot achieve.’

He is also a master who has reached the peak. Of course, you can tell how high his level is just by looking at him. However, that one move just now was clearly a strike that could only be done at the peak.

But that… … the Seven Princes?! Dong Zhuo glared at Mao with his eyes wide open. Then he shook his head as if he could not admit it and furrowed his brows.

“Yeah, it’s me! I’m a genius! Hahaha!”

Isn’t it really frivolous to see him waving his hands and acting all snobbish to the cheers of the congregation? It’s hard to believe that such a person would do something like that.

but…….

When I looked back, Suha was already buried under the collapsed building in the distance, and my palms were covered in cold sweat. This was an undeniable reality.

“What should we do?”

Before he knew it, the subordinates who had gathered around Dong Zhuo were whispering. Dong Zhuo glared at him as if he was going to kill him and clenched his teeth as he muttered.

“F*ck. What can I do! If you were me, what would you do after seeing that?”

At his nod, the assassins’ gazes all turned back. The collapsed wall. The corpse of a comrade with only his feet sticking out. Gulp. My mouth watered.

Flying away in one blow and dying instantly. This is the first time I’ve seen such martial arts. What kind of a punch can send someone flying like a cannonball? This is something that they’re not at the level of.

Even if it is an invisible meteor, I know that my life is precious.

Dong Zhuo swallowed his saliva in embarrassment and stepped forward to speak.

“I guess… you must have gotten a chance.”

“Fate?”

Mao, who had been grumbling, suddenly becomes serious and glares.

“I thought you weren’t interested in martial arts… … . As expected, you are the successor to the cult leader. I learned a thing or two from Dong-tak.”

“Why? You told me to go home and sleep just now.”

“That’s… … I made a slip of the tongue… … .”

“Oh, right. That was a slip of the tongue. And a very presumptuous slip of the tongue.”

As Mao strode forward with great arrogance, Dong Zhuo’s face became distorted like a crumpled piece of paper. Not long ago, the bastard who had been called a scoundrel dared to…

“I can hear it all. I can hear it all. The sound of you mumbling.”

“Ugh!”

When Dong Zhuo made a stinging expression, Mao looked at him wickedly and said.

“I can’t just curse you guys out because I’ve done things too. But I thought about it carefully. I’m a dog too, but you guys are a bunch of crazy dogs that can’t be helped. Now you’re trying to hurt your followers in broad daylight?”

“… … It’s night now.”

Yeah. It’s night. But you know… … .

“At night. Can you kill me at night? This kid, is this kid with such impure thoughts? What are you? A new religion? Everything is forgiven once it’s night? Then if your subordinate meets your woman secretly at night, will you forgive him? If your subordinate gives you the underwear he wore that day as a gift? Will you wear it?!”

“No, fucking filthy! What the… … .”

“Shut up! I’m not done talking yet. Look at this. You can’t be saved. You won’t know my mistakes even if I die. It’s okay for Jang-seo and me to be after each other. That’s a fight between me and Maisin… … that human. But Cheol-yeong and Jang-deuk. Those ignorant believers. Are you human beings? And you dare expect them to be safe after doing this?!”

Kung! Are these really the words that came out of the mouth of Mao the rascal? There was a commotion. There was a lot of commotion everywhere because people were so surprised.

Some even shed tears of repentance. They reproached themselves for pointing fingers at him and calling him a loser. Others glared at him with eyes full of distrust. There was no way he could have such deep thoughts.

This is truly an unprecedented event.

However, Mao was sincere this time. Although he had been called a scoundrel and had caused trouble, he had never harmed innocent people.

But these guys tried to harm innocent people twice just because they were close to me.

This is crossing the line, crossing it very properly.

“So, what should we do? If there is a way to survive, please let me know.”

Of course, there’s no way they’ll open their ears and listen properly. They’re people who don’t have a conscience in the first place.

No matter how much you nag, there is no sincere self-reproach.

The sins I’ve already committed are so many that they’re tattered, what difference will adding one more make?

And Mao knew this well too. Doesn’t a dog know a dog?

therefore…….

“Just give me one hit each.”

It’s a showdown.

Mao felt the energy rising in his dantian again and made a brilliant suggestion. The Da Da Yi Quan was an unprecedented and monstrous technique that could drain all of one’s internal energy in one strike.

After using this, it will take at least a day to get some of your bet back.

So, up until now, I’ve been wasting time talking without doing anything.

‘It won’t be as powerful as before, but one strike to that stomach will be enough.’

The calculations are complete.

As Dong Zhuo hesitated with his brows furrowed, Mao cracked his knuckles and spoke more forcefully.

“Just settle the past. Or should I just kill you all? I am showing you great mercy right now. I will let you live. So decide. Do you want to take the beating and die?

“Umm… … .”

Actually, it wasn’t really a problem to worry about. He was a master of a different level anyway. The assassins from behind also looked at him with longing eyes.

However, Dong Zhuo hesitated to make a decision.

It’s true that I was nervous. But as I kept hesitating, a question suddenly arose in my mind.

‘If you want to hit, come and hit me. The kid told me to decide. Why? Why should I do that?’

Although he looks like an ignorant wild boar, Dong Zhuo is actually one of the smartest people in the slaughterhouse.

The more I thought about it, the more it annoyed me. Well, that happens sometimes. To make the other person feel even more humiliated. But why do it now?

“Okay. Then… …come this way.”

“Ha, you little shit. That’s a fucking smart choice.”

Mao approached with a smirk. Dong Zhuo also walked forward.

Two people, each from the Black Dragon Sect and the Slaughterhouse group, come out towards each other.

Dong Zhuo deliberately walked slowly and secretly observed Mao’s footsteps. But something was strange.

The legs spread apart without any order. The angle of the two feet turned as if they were going their separate ways.

A shitty habit that can never come out of someone who has learned the Dharma.

I looked up at his hands in a crooked posture. His fists were clenched, and his lips were dry. And his eyes were… … .

‘Are you shaking?’

He was shaking like a coward who was trying to show off. He tried to hide it, but he couldn’t avoid Dong-tak’s eyes. Moreover, he couldn’t even look him in the eye properly, and he was only looking at his own stomach.

It smelled like a filthy sewer.

‘Look at this guy.’

Dong Zhuo couldn’t be defined, but the corners of his mouth kept going up. What is this feeling?

Mao, who was finally standing right in front of us, relaxed his shoulders and said.

“If you’re sick, cry. At least comfort the dead children. Do you understand?”

“Hehe. Well, I’ll try.”

“Are you laughing? You cheeky brat. Let’s see if you can laugh after getting hit.”

“Let’s get started.”

Dong Zhuo leans forward with his back to the ground. He asks Mao to hit him. Mao becomes furious and immediately throws the bet away.

Woohoo!

Then, once again, a tremendous amount of yang energy gathers in the fist, and it becomes filled with a pure white light.

And then the long-awaited blow is fired.

“Da-da-ik-kwon-!”

Hwaaaaak!

Dong-tak’s expression, which had been cracking open at the explosive energy he felt right in front of his nose, hardened. He certainly didn’t see things wrong. That fist was real. If it hits, it’ll go to the bone.

one.

‘How clumsy. Hehe.’

It’s sloppy. This is just a fist thrown by a brat without any preparation. It’s true that it’s a speed that even a master would have a hard time avoiding because of the internal energy, but that’s only when you’re confronted by surprise.

Just like now, from the pupils to the shoulders, the bent elbows to the twisted waist.

If it’s a situation where you can clearly see where they’re aiming, it’s a different story.

Whoosh!

Dong Zhuo instantly twisted his large body to the side and deflected the flying fist forward.

“Huh, what?!”

Hurrruk!

Then, Dadaiquan only tore through the empty air and burned the air. Mao turned his head with a blank expression and looked at Dong Zhuo, who was smiling while revealing his ugly gums.

“Kuuuuuuuu. I guess you haven’t learned how to match it yet?”

“You, you little punk!”

“Then there is no reason to accept it.”

It’s a disaster. It’s a huge disaster.

“Ah, ah. But I can’t beat up the Seven Princes. Well, try harder. I’ll beat up the opponent. Of course, in the meantime, people will die at the hands of my subordinates… … . Just pretend you didn’t see it. Hehehehe.”

“This son of a bitch!”

Mao trembled as he grabbed Dong Zhuo by the collar. However, his internal energy was already depleted. It was only a matter of time before his base was exposed.

“Huh!”

As expected, Dong Zhuo grabbed Mao’s wrist and his brow furrowed in intense pain. But there was a bigger problem.

“Look at this. Our Seven Princes… … You have no internal energy?”

Dong Zhuo laughs evilly. The biggest mistake is that he has a hold on me.

‘Oh, what should I do?’

Mao’s mind was blank. Everything had been revealed.

“Hey guys.”

“yes!”

Dong Zhuo grabbed Mao’s arm, tilted his head, and gave a harsh order.

“First, take care of all the kids who were laughing and talking up there.”

“Oh, no!”

The bones are chilled. At that moment, Mao shouts, and the assassins are seen shooting out all at once beyond Dong Zhuo’s sight.

Her face fell into despair, and Dong Zhuo, looking at her, was overcome with the joy he had been holding back.

‘Okay, Jang-seo… … What should I do?’

Mao thought of him earnestly, with a tearful face.

Then at that time.

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

An unfamiliar scream poured out from afar. Dong Zhuo smiled even brighter, and Mao… … .

“You, you… … .”

It was a shock.

“hmm?”

Dong Zhuo, who felt strange about Mao’s reaction, hurriedly turned his head back. And then he saw.

Now, he must have been about 5 feet (150 cm) tall. He was a short man wearing a mask, and he was swinging his spear with agility and mercilessly taking down his subordinates.

“Idiot! Can’t you guess that?”

A boy who is still young and cries out in frustration as he moves through the midst of surrounded enemies.

“You didn’t go, Aesongi… … .”

Mao greets him with tears in his eyes.

His eternal lover and brother.

The Six Dukes, Maeng Hui.

He showed up as a strong ally.