Ascension of the Heavenly Demon - Chapter 44

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Chapter 44

Bang!

The door shatters.

The noise alone would be irritating enough, but several people at the entrance were even hit by the broken wooden fragments, turning their heads with thoroughly vicious expressions.

Whooooosh…

A young man in snow-white robes fluttering in the wind rushing inside, Zhuge Munhyeon, looked around the interior and smiled.

“Ha! What a wonderful world we live in. These beggar bastards have given up begging and are brazenly sitting in taverns drinking. But is it acceptable to make noise and disturb the neighborhood in the middle of the night when everyone else is sleeping?”

“…”

The first reaction was bewilderment.

The martial artists filling the tavern just blinked their eyes with confused expressions.

What kind of situation is this?

Who is this bastard to suddenly break down the door and start yelling?

And he’s holding some strange iron club instead of a sword…

Soon after, they discovered their comrades collapsed outside the door.

Bewilderment quickly turned to anger.

“You, what kind of bastard are you?”

“Tsk tsk, can’t you tell just by looking?”

“What?”

“You sent people to find me, so I was curious what kind of bastard you were and came to see for myself.”

“…That damn musician old man? Then you’re Zhuge?”

The moment one man who had been pondering muttered while thinking of Baek Hanseong.

Thwack!

The swung Silver Cold Staff sent his head flying.

As the man flew far and crashed into a desk, breaking it, the atmosphere inside the tavern immediately became menacing and the Palmun Gang martial artists all drew the clubs they had at their waists.

“Even after all this time, beggars are still beggars. I can tell by how you beggar bastards reach for your clubs first.”

Zhuge Munhyeon chuckled and rested the Silver Cold Staff on his shoulder while lifting his chin.

“Originally I was planning to kill you all, but after holding back once or twice, I feel a bit better. Right, what crime do underlings who just follow orders have? The rotten higher-ups are the ones at fault. It doesn’t suit me, but I’ll give you a chance.”

“A chance? What kind of bullshit is that!”

Thwack!

The Silver Cold Staff swung again, producing exactly the same result as before.

Zhuge Munhyeon let the blood-dripping Silver Cold Staff hang down and spoke with an annoyed expression.

“When someone is talking, you should listen. Why do you keep interrupting?”

“…”

The Palmun Gang couldn’t help but be flustered.

Two attacks.

None of those in the tavern had been able to predict Zhuge Munhyeon’s movements. They had only seen him momentarily disappear and reappear.

“Now, let me continue.”

“…”

“I’m only giving you one chance. Listen carefully and decide. Right now, at this moment, if you abandon the Palmun Gang and return to being original Beggar Sect members, I’ll spare your lives. In the opposite case… well, figure it out yourselves.”

“The original Beggar’s Sect?”

“That’s right.”

“You crazy bastard! How long has it been since the Beggar’s Sect collapsed!”

It seems twice wasn’t enough for him to realize what situation he was in.

He stepped forward.

Gliding across the floor, the Silver Cold Staff swung simultaneously.

Thwack!

The name sounds impressive, but it’s essentially an octagonal iron club.

“Gahhh!”

A direct hit to the face knocks out all your teeth.

Zhuge Munhyeon struck down on the head of the man who had collapsed and was screaming in pain.

The limp man could no longer scream.

“I told you, didn’t I? That I had no intention of sparing you. So… anyone else want to try choosing?”

It was an example.

When he raised his head and glared with cold eyes, those who were Palmun Gang members and former Beggar Sect members flinched and moved away from Zhuge Munhyeon.

And.

“I am! Sayo of the Secret Enchantress Sword, disciple of Purple Ghost! I believe you have all heard my name!”

“…Purple Ghost?”

“Secret Enchantress Sword?”

At the sound from outside, several opened the windows wide.

Sayo standing outside the door.

Behind her, those who had been comrades stood in a line.

And the man kneeling before them was Right Seat Yeom Dongjin.

Why were those who had gone to catch the culprit under Palmun’s furious orders after receiving reports that the pavilions had collapsed?

“All except Yeom Dongjin have severed ties with Palmun, who dirtied the Beggar’s Sect’s name by joining hands with the Unorthodox Sects, and returned to their original positions. Therefore, I advise! If there are those who were dissatisfied with Palmun’s actions but had no choice but to go along, come outside and surrender even now!”

“…”

“If! You continue to wish to fight, I can no longer protect you either. Also! For the reason of dirtying the Beggar’s Sect’s chivalrous way together with Palmun… I will execute you.”

At those words, those inside the tavern began looking at each other’s faces and murmuring.

“Now, you all heard that, right? I’m not usually someone who’s this patient… but Sayo begged me so much. So choose.”

But no one moved.

They only watched each other’s reactions.

“Tsk tsk, you’re all so indecisive… well, fine. I’ll give you some time to think. I’ll count backwards from exactly ten. Ten!”

Zhuge Munhyeon folded one finger.

Wavering began.

Several who had been watching for reactions flinched and tried to step forward.

“Nine!”

The number decreased, and Zhuge Munhyeon’s smile deepened.

Action began.

Through the door, through the windows…

Though the number who had hurriedly run and broken from the ranks was still small, cracks appeared in the internal unity.

And it was before he finished counting to ten.

“You stupid fools! Are you struggling against just one brat and a beggar wench!”

A large-framed, bearded man who appeared on the second-floor railing of the tavern shouted loudly enough to make everything around reverberate.

Is that bastard Palmun?

But somehow he doesn’t look like a beggar… more like a mountain bandit?

And calling her a beggar wench.

That’s harsh language.

He himself was a beggar bastard not long ago.

“Elder, I apologize for this situation. I didn’t expect such a thunderbolt of a bastard to show up…”

“Don’t worry about it. Aren’t we family now? We can laugh off such small flaws.”

“Thank you.”

From their conversation, it seems the middle-aged man with an anchovy head next to Palmun is an elder of the Seven Kill Hall.

You bastards are perfect for each other.

So you, Palmun, were the one who ordered them to beat up my grandfather? You also gave the order to attack the manor and capture him…

I wasn’t concerned about the bastards filling the first floor anyway.

Even if he resisted, he would make his own plans and be dealt with by the brothers rushing in from the left, right, and rear.

So.

“Kuhuhuh, good. Good. When he’s sticking his head out like this on his own, there’s no reason to refuse.”

As Zhuge Munhyeon looked up at the second floor railing with a wide grin, Palmun frowned and spoke.

“You bastards, are you going to keep watching and ruin the taste of our drinks? No matter how skilled he is, he’s just a brat. Capture him with the Dog Beating Staff Formation and bring that beggar woman here. The elder’s side has been looking empty anyway, so let’s offer that woman to provide the pleasures of the bedchamber.”

As soon as Palmun’s words fell, the martial artists’ eyes changed.

The appearance of a leader originally had such an effect.

Should I say it gives strength even without helping with anything?

Those who had wavered momentarily quickly assessed the situation and sprang into action.

Thinking, ‘What can just one guy do? And he’s from the Zhuge Family at that…’

Seeing the Dog Beating Staff Formation being rapidly formed, Zhuge Munhyeon let out a bitter smile in disbelief.

Stupid fools…

Courage should be shown at the right time – when shown wrongly, it becomes reckless bravery.

A Dog Beating Staff Formation against the son of the Zhuge Family, who was once the Heavenly Demon and had now thoroughly learned even formation techniques and digging?

‘I’ll break the pillars first.’

Without hesitation, Zhuge Munhyeon took a large step forward and plunged into the Dog Beating Staff Formation that was just beginning to take shape.

Thud!

As his forcefully stomped foot shook not only the tavern floor but the entire building, the martial artists lost their balance and staggered.

Not missing that gap, Zhuge Munhyeon deployed the Heavenly Mystery Bewildering Steps and swung the Silver River Staff toward his targeted few.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking.

One strike per person, selectively breaking only the pillars forming the Dog Beating Staff Formation, so the formation couldn’t even be deployed.

“Elder Brother Munho!”

Then, as if there was no need to look back, he stepped on a table and leaped up to the second floor.

Immediately after, hearing the shout, Zhuge Munho and Gwan Hwiping struck simultaneously, and the martial artists who had been focused only on Zhuge Munhyeon couldn’t hide their bewilderment and became flustered.

“Left, there’s an enemy on the left!”

“Right side?”

“Ugh! They’re coming from behind too!”

The beauty of a surprise attack lies in the enemy not knowing the scale of their opponents.

Although in reality these four who had struck were all there were, each of them had now grown to match dozens of martial artists.

He could leave the downstairs to them.

What remained was.

“That, that bastard?”

As Zhuge Munhyeon, flying in a parabolic arc, brought down the Silver River Staff, the startled Palmun hastily drew his bamboo staff to block.

Clang!

With the thunderous sound and the shockwave that burst forth, the tables on the second floor were pushed away and shattered, and the martial artists couldn’t hide their bewildered expressions.

“Urgh…”

Palmun, who had been pushed back with a slide, looked up at Zhuge Munhyeon standing steadily on the railing looking down at him with a completely distorted face.

“Oh? Not bad? To think you’d be fine after blocking that. Truly befitting a branch manager?”

“Mmm…”

Unlike the grinning Zhuge Munhyeon, Palmun’s expression became even more miserably distorted.

Just one strike…

The grip holding the bamboo staff was torn and blood dripped steadily.

He had been overpowered in the contest of strength.

His internal energy was severely shaken and he nearly spilled the blood that had surged up to his throat.

But why was that guy so composed?

And on the railing at that…

Co, could it be?

Ui Qi at that age?

“What the hell are you?”

Palmun, who had swallowed but still ended up with a thread of blood at the corner of his mouth, asked.

“Zhuge Munhyeon.”

“…”

Even after hearing the name, Palmun’s distorted face didn’t relax.

That wasn’t what he had asked about.

He had implicitly asked why such a young guy possessed this level of martial prowess, and also why the Zhuge Family had someone like him.

But before he could ask again, a question came back.

“Why did you do that to my grandfather?”

“What?”

“Jade Sound Golden String Baek Hansang.”

“Jade Sound? Then you’re?”

“His grandson.”

“…”

“He’s advanced in years, but his health deteriorated because of you. He should live out his natural lifespan, but because of you, he’ll only live to a hundred.”

“What?”

It was forced wordplay.

But the target of that wordplay was emitting blood-freezingly cold killing intent that pressed down on his entire body, so his mouth wouldn’t open.

Moreover, that presence was growing stronger and stronger.

Creak.

The railing he stood on began to crumble under the force, and Palmun, who had to bear that force entirely, felt his knees about to buckle.

“I don’t know about the others, but you I’ll have to kill.”

“…”

What if he hadn’t come to Dangang District? How much suffering would that powerless musician have endured from this damned bastard?

Thinking that, anger began to surge again.

Zhuge Munhyeon stepped down from the railing and approached Palmun slowly, step by step.

Crack, crack.

With each step, the floor shattered.

To resist would require being roughly equal, but Palmun, already crushed by the killing intent, couldn’t muster the courage to face him.

He was a master too difficult for someone blocked by the wall of Tan Qi to handle.

Even when the face came right before his eyes, he couldn’t move a finger. Just enduring the increasingly heavy pressure of qi was overwhelming enough that he had to grit his teeth.

“You said just one guy, so why are you like that?”

“…”

“If you’re a leader, shouldn’t you do something instead of just trembling like that?”

Smack!

With a chillingly cold murmur and a striking hand, Palmun’s face turned.

If his collar hadn’t been grabbed, it seemed like his body would have flown away from the impact.

“Strength isn’t cultivated to torment the weak.”

Smack!

Every time the quietly resonating words ended, Palmun’s face continued to sway left and right.

His mouth burst and blood flowed, flesh tearing away.

“First, before you die, I’ll tear up those cheeks. Then I’ll smash your kneecaps. That’s only proper.”

Smack!

Having lost his fighting spirit, Palmun was no different from an insect caught in a child’s hand, unable to resist and having its wings torn off.

But it was the moment he raised his hand to slap again.

“Bastard! Die!”

“…”

While Zhuge Munhyeon was focused on Palmun, an elder from the Seven Kill Gang who had secretly circled behind unleashed a killing technique.

He had used Palmun as bait.

But was he an idiot?

Why shout while making a sneak attack?

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