A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 52



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52.

#I need to accept an apology (3)

If you look at it from the outside, it seems like you gave and received.

But in reality, it was Sado-cheol’s defeat.

‘This was it. The way to kill Yodosun.’

Sado-cheol turned his head away from his side where the sword was stuck and examined his arm. It was trembling and he couldn’t use his strength properly.

From my shoulder to the back of my hand, I felt that seven acupoints had been destroyed. They were already filled with black blood.

‘He blew a slingshot and broke the arm, then threw a dagger and stabbed it in.’

At this level, the movements are not only fast, but almost like stunts.

After a while, the two people look at each other again.

Dismissal! Then, at the same time, the two disappeared without a trace.

Pufufufu!

Kwak! Boom!

And all that was left were the sight of the surroundings becoming hopelessly desolate and the terrible noises.

Soon, the once lush forest was gone, and only the collapsed rubble remained.

The two figures appeared again.

They faced each other from a distance of about ten paces.

Even though the traces of the fight are clear, the murderous gaze and the fighting spirit rising above the shoulders still do not subside.

Now they don’t even look surprised when they see each other.

I knew enough and realized it.

‘Apostle Cheol. He’s more of a monster than people know.’

‘This guy. He’s not just an assistant.’

Their eyes, filled with suspicion, exchanged glances. But no one opened their mouths.

Because I knew it well.

That only the winner of this fight has the right to be curious about his opponent.

Kwaaang!

First, Apostle Iron moves. An explosion sounds from his body and a magnificent momentum spreads like an egg breaking.

In particular, the red tendons that stood out all over his body gave off a creepy vibe.

Now the space around him seemed distorted and squished together like a canvas covered in colorful paints, and he seemed as imposing as a giant.

The ultimate goal of destroying Asura.

It was ten stars.

On the other hand, Jang-seo no longer had a dagger, and the brain energy that was swirling around his body was coming to an end.

The limitations of the inner strength are clearly shown by the nine holes.

“It’s not easy.”

Jang Yi-seo revealed his honest feelings.

To be honest, I felt a little disappointed.

Was it because of the internal energy received from Cheonma?

The original Jang was someone who used his skills to kill his opponents efficiently. But now, he wanted to fight.

Moreover, it was not common to fight such a strong person and show off one’s strength without hiding anything. He wanted to show off more of the martial arts he knew.

One, now it’s time to end it, no matter who dies.

You have to deploy the ability to kill, not fight.

“Thinking that you can face me alone will be the biggest mistake of your life.”

The expression on Sado-cheol’s face hardens coldly, and at the same time, he kicks his seat and shoots in.

Incredible speed, flying like a ray of light.

Dismissed!

Then Jang Yiseo ran sideways with a lightning-like movement.

A speed that can normally be escaped at any time.

“Hahahaha!”

But now, the sound of Sado-cheol’s laughter is getting closer and closer. Until now, he had clearly had the upper hand in speed. But not now. Sado-cheol was running right beside me with a devilish laugh. No, he was catching up little by little.

Because of the sudden decrease in internal energy, the brain power has also become weak.

Quagwagwa!

The earth screams as the two pursue each other, and soon Jang-seo’s expression turns into one of embarrassment.

this.

And at that moment, bang-!

A cloud of dust rose up, and after a while, Jang Seo collapsed on the ground, and Sado Cheol appeared on top of him, clutching his neck.

“It seems like your magic tricks have reached their limit. I can see that your movements have slowed down.”

“Ugh… … .”

Jang Yiseo groaned in pain as his bones crumbled. Sado Cheol held his large sword tightly in his hands without mercy and thrust it in front of his eyes.

Now, the moment you fall straight down like this, your face will sink without a trace. There will be no way to escape.

The iron sword is already on top of your body, binding you.

In short, it is the end. A state of inability to resist, from which there is no escape through brainwashing.

“Do you still want an apology from me?”

Sado-cheol smirked and asked the last question. The arrogant face of a victor. He was telling me to spit out my last words.

At this, Jang Yi-seo shook his head and said.

“no.”

“Kuuuu, khahahaha!”

When Sado-cheol heard this, he burst into laughter. He thought that Jang I-seo had finally come to terms with his own limitations. He probably wanted to beg for his life. But…

“It’s late.”

After Sa Do-cheol spat out the cruel notice, he threw his shoulders back. But at that moment, Jang Il-seo’s calm voice seeped in.

“know.”

And then flash!

“Huh?!”

A black beam of light shot into the sky through the apostle’s back.

『White Thunder』

No, now it is a desperate move that should be called a dark thunderbolt.

It wasn’t just Jang Seo who was in a state of inability to resist. The same was true for Sado Cheol who was soaking wet while riding on the train.

This is exactly what Jang Yi-seo was aiming for.

It’s not about fighting, it’s about creating the best possible situation to kill your opponent.

Even if that means throwing yourself out as bait.

Chorrrrrr!

The white lightning that had shot into the sky returned and landed in Jang Yi-seo’s hand. Then, he pushed the iron sword above him aside and knocked it down, then sat up and said.

“Ugh, your apology ended when I counted to ten. You’re late.”

“Ugh, ugh!”

Sado-cheol collapses on the ground and spits out blood that flows back. It penetrates the center of his chest and his heart is also fatally wounded. Even if the Great Immortal comes, it is impossible for him to survive.

The blood vessels in Sado-cheol’s eyes disappear, and his eyes focus correctly. It is a flash of light. The source of life that cannot be restored. The innate energy has begun to burn.

“Don’t think… … that it will end like this… … .”

“It can’t end here. I need to get the apology I didn’t get from you from someone else. Whether it’s Mysin. Or the entire Maga.”

“That crazy guy… … .”

“But by the way, have you learned any other magical arts besides Asura Destruction?”

“Ugh, go to hell… … … .”

His voice broke off with a sinister laugh. When I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, I saw that his breath had stopped with a mocking face, not even closing his eyes.

Number one in the slaughterhouse hierarchy, Sado-cheol.

It was a sad end for a butcher who had been infamous since birth.

Disappear without a trace of moonlight, without anyone knowing.

*

Caw, caw!

A forest filled with the cawing of crows.

Jang-seo closed the eyes of Sado-cheol’s corpse, whose heat had not yet cooled, and went to the tree next to him and leaned against it.

Fortunately, this time, I didn’t have a splitting headache due to the magic attack. It’s not that I didn’t have any new symptoms, but it seemed to be an intermittent symptom.

Thanks to that, I felt refreshed, as if I had just finished training. It’s because I didn’t have enough strength to shake my limbs.

“Whew. He was stronger than I thought.”

Number one in the slaughterhouse hierarchy, Sado-cheol.

Of course, it doesn’t make sense to say it’s easy, since he’s a master ranked in the top 100 of the Demonic Cult.

but.

‘At this point, it wouldn’t be strange if he were ranked 50th… … How could a mere leader of assassins do this?’

It is often said among experts that the difference between winning and losing is a single sheet of paper. And you have to work your whole life to fill that one sheet of paper.

So, how much difference would there be between 100th place and 50th place? To put it in a nutshell, it’s a difference of as little as 50 sheets of paper.

And most of all… … .

Jang-seo shook his head as he looked around the devastated surroundings.

Especially, when I saw the trees with holes all over the rocks, my tongue was sticking out.

This part was very weird.

What Sado-cheol learned was the destruction of Asura by Cheon-ak-sura, who was trapped in Dora-ok.

Since he was a very famous hemp head in the pre-war period, quite a lot of information about him was known.

It is said to be a representative explosive and dangerous magic power. However, it is far from being sophisticated.

But the apostle… … .

‘Where are you running away to?’

He displayed the delicate art of turning a pile of rocks into a weapon by throwing his fist with great force and speed. This is one of two things.

‘Either he has learned something else besides destroying Asura, or… … he is a genius whose five senses have reached their peak.’

Jang I-seo looked at the dead Sa Do-cheol’s face again.

His eyes are closed, but his mouth is still smiling. I should have taken that down too. It feels strangely unpleasant.

“Learning one more magical skill in the Demonic Cult is a simple matter.”

Yes. Whether it’s a genius or a magician. What’s the big deal in the Demonic Cult, let alone anywhere else? This is a place where Heavenly Demons, who don’t even seem human, are alive and well.

Anyway, this pretty much concludes the slaughterhouse cleanup.

Although Sa Ho-jeong, the second son, was left behind, it was safe to say that the faction had collapsed, as the de facto leader, Sa Do-cheol, had been defeated and the executives who had gone to Wolha Village would have a hard time getting through today.

I haven’t seen Wolha Village in person. But since Chu Hongran is in the village, it’s obvious even without looking.

“Wait a minute. But Meng Hui and Mao, these guys aren’t hurt, are they?”

A sense of needless anxiety creeps in. But that can’t be the case. Dong-tak thinks that two is enough.

however…….

What if the two of them got hurt while acting foolishly? I’m suddenly worried about this…

“Phuha!”

Jang Yi-seo looked thoughtful with a hardened face, then shook his head and burst into laughter.

Who is worried about whom now?

The spy of Meng is so worried about the successor of the Demonic Cult. It’s too much and too little.

Besides, he’s not stupid. How could he have gotten hurt in a fight that he could have easily won with just a little bit of thought?

“By the way, it’s almost time to come.”

Jang Yiseo put aside his worries about the two princes and looked around.

Who are you waiting for? Who would you meet at this hour and place?

But after a while.

To his surprise, a tired voice came from the branch above the tree he was leaning against.

“You really made a big mistake.”

Shh. The corners of Jang Yiseo’s mouth went up. Soon, he looked up and saw a man in black crouching on a branch.

But his behavior was truly peculiar.

A crow mask with a pure white beak and a small black hat. Black gloves, black boots, and a shiny black leather robe.

No matter how you look at it, this isn’t normal behavior.

However, there was no outfit that represented them better than this.

“Why are you so late? Baek Oh-moon, are you busy these days?”

Baek-o-mun (White Crow Gate). Commonly known as the crow cleaner.

They are the ones who say that if you hang a cinnamon-scented letter with the time and place on an apricot tree where crows cry, any scene will be cleaned up as if nothing happened.

Jang Il-seo had previously made an appointment near here.

Thud. The cleaner fell to the floor, looked around, and spoke.

“This is exactly three hundred and fifty-seven paces southwest of the place you mentioned. If we go one hundred paces away from the point, we have to collect the previously spread scented incense, and if we go two hundred paces away, we have to redeploy the prepared manpower. Also, there is a possibility that the originally planted trees and weeds will change. In the end, all of this is… … .”

“money.”

Money is the problem. As Jang Yiseo chuckled and said that, the white crow’s beak became silent.