Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 104

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Chapter 104. Vital Energy Pill Transformation (4)

At Moyong Bi’s victory declaration, the spectators all rose at once and cheered enthusiastically.

“Cr-crazy! Is this real? Is this really happening?!”

“Moyong Bi from a single room defeated Wun Guk Dojang!”

“The second disciple of Muwang Sect lost? Did he really lose?!”

“My goodness! And it was an almost one-sided match!”

It was an unbelievable sight.

No matter how impressive Moyong Bi had looked, almost no one thought he would beat a disciple of Muwang Sect.

But he won.

And overwhelmingly at that.

‘What? Am I dreaming?’

Moyong Su Hyang was also dazed.

‘I thought he would somehow hang on and struggle… but he actually won?’

Body-separated energy transmission? Spiritual medicine?

Honestly, it didn’t really resonate with her. She hadn’t been learning supreme martial arts for very long, and she didn’t know much about martial studies in general, especially energy manipulation arts.

Even if she knew everything, there was the symbolism of being a Muwang Sect disciple. The very thought that her foolish elder brother could beat a Taoist Priest was unreasonable.

That’s when it happened.

“Uaaaah!”

What a shock!

Startled, Moyong Su Hyang looked to the side.

Jin Gwang was there. He was screaming with a face full of emotion, and his usual coolness had disappeared somewhere.

Rather, Jong Hweon was quiet. However, his face was also filled with turbulent emotions.

‘…I suppose that’s understandable.’

The Moyong Family had endured all kinds of contempt. As members of a martial family where honor was harder to find than a sparrow’s tears, how great must their inferiority complex have been.

But the eldest son of that martial family had directly defeated a disciple of Muwang Sect, said to be a sect where immortals lived.

All the shame, self-loathing, anger, and sorrow from the past must be melting away.

“Young Miss!”

Jin Gwang grabbed Moyong Su Hyang’s hand firmly.

Though inwardly flustered, she understood Jin Gwang.

He looked ready to shed tears. He was actually tearing up, and watching him made me feel emotional too.

“Young Master, Young Master defeated a disciple of Muwang Sect!”

“That’s right.”

“You’ve really been through so much hardship.”

Defeating one Muwang Sect disciple didn’t end all their past hardships. There was still a long way to go.

But just for this moment, it wouldn’t be bad to get drunk on this atmosphere.

“You’ve been through a lot of hardship too, Team Leader Jin.”

“Uhahahaha!”

His resounding laughter joined the spectacular, almost explosive cheers.

Even as everyone was cheering, there was someone who maintained silence.

It was Yeong Geom Jin In.

‘This is…’

He couldn’t even swallow his saliva.

His mind wasn’t hazy either. Rather, it was clear.

‘Is that bastard really nineteen?’

Flowing Cloud Step, Tiger Pounce Step, and even Taiji Sword had been smashed in succession.

‘I can’t even tell what martial arts he used.’

All he did was strike down, thrust, and swing with a wooden staff.

The thrust during the second exchange that resembled spear techniques could barely be called a martial form, but honestly it was closer to rapidly thrusting multiple times.

‘Could it be rejuvenation?!’

It was an absurd imagination.

Thinking differently, Moyong Bi’s martial arts were shocking enough to make him imagine such absurd things.

Without any flashy or impressive martial forms, just casually touching here and there with familiar body movements like a farmer pulling out a stalk of rice, yet that decided the match.

‘It’s like I’m having a dream.’

Then, Ja Dam opened her mouth.

“He’s an incredible master.”

Yeong Geom Jin In looked at her.

Under the hood covering her head, her blue eyes were trembling with shock.

“He completely destroyed the Muwang martial arts that Woon Guk was using from the roots. How could someone that age be so…”

“Shut up.”

A quiet rebuke.

“How dare you look down on our main sect’s martial arts?”

He himself knew those words weren’t contempt.

He had always found Ja Dam disagreeable, but not to the point of nitpicking her words like this. That showed how great a shock Yeong Geom Jin In had received.

Ja Dam silently bowed her head.

Yeong Geom Jin In, who had been glaring at her coldly, soon let out a sigh.

‘Damn it.’

His conversation with Jang Moon Sa Hyeong Jo Geom Jin In came to mind.

‘Hwa San and Gon Ryun are threatening the main sect’s supremacy. At a time when they’re even trying to take away the title of Tae San Buk Du, we need faster and more active disciple training.’

‘The main sect’s martial arts are invincible under heaven. Aren’t our disciples sufficient?’

‘True invincibility under heaven doesn’t exist. The world is vast and there are many strong people. The martial world is a place where masters who destroy common sense can appear anytime, anywhere.’

The words of Jang Moon Sa Hyeong that he had listened to with inner scorn.

But those words were true.

‘Even so, this doesn’t make sense. Could that bastard have really completed the Steel Source Art?’

At this level, the weight shifted toward completion of the Steel Source Art.

‘Yes, perhaps he really did complete the Steel Source Art. Whether it’s us or Yang Hyo Myeong, we’re only speculating, and we’ve never once seen someone who completed the Steel Source Art, have we?’

They say seeing once is better than hearing a hundred times.

Hearing a hundred times is inferior to seeing once, so it was natural that no matter how much they chattered about the Steel Source Art among themselves, only someone who truly mastered that martial art would know.

‘If that’s true.’

A dark shadow fell across Yeong Geom Jin In’s eyes.

‘I need to capture him immediately.’

Here, one problem arose.

‘That bastard hasn’t shown his real skills yet.’

He was confident.

What Moyong Bi showed against Woon Guk was quite shocking, but it would be absolutely impossible for him to surpass someone who had learned Muwang martial arts for nearly forty years.

‘No matter how I think about it, that bastard isn’t at the level of the Four Dragons and Three Phoenixes. Naturally, it shouldn’t be impossible for me to capture him alone.’

Still, something felt unsettling.

‘For now, I’ll wait until Ho Geom Sa Hyeong arrives.’

The main tournament would start the day after tomorrow, and Ho Geom Jin In would arrive here as a Muwang Sect representative accordingly.

Yeong Geom Jin In turned around.

He should be worried about his defeated disciple, but there was no such sign at all. The emergency physicians would take care of him anyway, but it was truly a cold-hearted action.

Ja Dam, who had been watching the departing Yeong Geom Jin In, turned her gaze back to Moyong Bi.

Moyong Bi, who had come down from the duel stage, was muttering something with an indifferent face among the two men and one woman.

“…Moyong Bi.”

Ja Dam, who had been staring at him intently, also turned around.

“Young Master! You were truly amazing!”

“What’s so amazing about it?”

“He beat the second disciple of the Muwang Sect!”

Moyong Bi openly snorted.

“A half-wit who completely ignored the true essence of Muwang martial arts and only scratched the surface won one match – what’s so great about that?”

“Pardon?”

“I’m not saying I’m great, I’m saying that weakling is pathetic.”

“Haha, don’t be embarrassed. Even so, it’s ‘that’ Muwang Sect! You have every right to be proud!”

That Muwang Sect?

‘Do you guys even know what the real Muwang Sect is like?’

During his time as Martial Alliance Leader, one of the most frustratingly stubborn sects was the Muwang Sect. Whenever he proposed radical policies, the Muwang Sect’s Taoist Priests would obstruct him at every turn, spouting about consultation and mercy.

But it was because of them that the Martial Alliance didn’t lean to one side and functioned well. The Muwang Sect Taoist Priests of that time truly understood the middle path.

And as impressive as their unwavering principles was their martial arts.

Having experienced war, their martial arts truly showed the pinnacle of Taoist martial arts. The Muwang Sect’s Taoist Priests were formidable even without wielding killing swords, but when they took up the killing swords of the battlefield, they went absolutely wild, to put it crudely.

Of course, there were occasionally those who caused the Alliance Leader headaches with useless antics like the Seven Star Sword Masters…

“Anyway, this means I’ve advanced to the main tournament.”

Moyong Bi looked with his chin toward the towering juru in the distance.

“Let’s go have a celebratory drink. I’m really craving some strong alcohol.”

“You’re going to drink again?”

“We drank together yesterday too. Why are you acting so surprised?”

“You turn into a dog when you drink!”

“…?”

“…”

“Woof!”

“Ugh!”

“If he really starts acting like a crazy dog, the Main Family House’s greatest drinker can just smack him on the back of the head. What’s the problem?”

“From what I saw today, I think my fist would hurt more if I hit him?”

“Why are you whining? Are you still drunk?”

“This bastard.”

“Let’s go, quickly.”

Moyong Su Hyang shook her head.

“If you’re going to drink, drink later.”

“Why? Is something going on?”

“Still, there’s value in all the support they’ve given you so far, so you should go watch.”

“Sharp Tongue?”

“Yeah.”

“He’ll probably win and come back on his own.”

“Hey, you still shouldn’t act like that.”

“Frankly speaking, it seems like the organizers set everything up for him, so if he can’t even win that, shouldn’t he just go die?”

“What are you talking about?”

Jin Gwang spoke carefully.

“It was suspicious. Just in case, I looked around everywhere today too, and there wasn’t a single preliminary match where masters from prestigious families fought each other.”

Moyong Su Hyang’s eyes widened.

“What? Then did the organizers manipulate the match brackets?”

“Probably, at least for the prestigious families?”

“Crazy! How does this make sense? Then it’s not fair!”

“Just as there are no fair fights in the world, there are no fair tournaments, politics, or teachings.”

“Shouldn’t we formally protest this?!”

“The organizers are happy making spectacular entertainment while earning money, and the spectators get their enjoyment. In the end, only the eliminated losers feel wronged, but protest against the Muwang Sect, Zhuge Family, and Gold Flower Trading Company?”

“…Still.”

“They’d be lucky not to get cursed at for making excuses after losing.”

“But it’s so unfair from those people’s perspective.”

“You don’t come to fight and then whine about it. It’s annoying, but ultimately it’s true that my skills were lacking.”

“…Ugh.”

“If you really want to, I’ll go ahead first, so go cheer him on and come back.”

“Ugh, you heartless pig.”

“Oink oink.”

“Stop it!”

In the end, Moyong Su Hyang dragged Jin Gwang and Jong Hweon away with her.

Moyong Bi chuckled and suddenly looked toward one section of the spectator seats.

It was now an empty spot, but he had known who was there even before stepping onto the duel stage.

‘How was it after seeing for yourself?’

He had wondered if it might be someone he’d seen during his time as Alliance Leader, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t remember.

Seeing that, it seemed he wasn’t someone who had distinguished himself even back then. Considering his current skill level, that made sense.

Moyong Bi’s eyes turned cold.

‘I’ve scattered some pretty big bait, so mediocre small fry won’t even dare to sniff around.’

That Taoist Priest would make his move.

Anytime, in any way.

‘Well, it’s fine if he doesn’t take the bait.’

Originally, bare-handed fishing was the best. That’s why he had deliberately created a drinking opportunity.

“Now, let’s catch a big fish to celebrate advancing to the main tournament!”

* * *

That night.

“You’ve arrived.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes. I just went through the emergency medical examination procedure and filled my stomach.”

Yeong Geom Jin In spoke directly to the point.

“That Moyong Bi bastard was no ordinary master.”

Surprise appeared on Yang Hyo Myeong’s face.

“Is he at a level that would make you say that, Jin In?”

“Haven’t you heard yet? He defeated Woon Guk.”

“What!”

Woon Guk was a Taoist Priest counted among the top ten second disciples.

Not the absolute best, but one of the young masters who could prove how strong the Muwang Sect’s disciples were.

“Is that really true?”

“From what I saw, the rumors about the Moyong Family having a secret place are false.”

“False?”

“If he had really learned the world’s greatest martial arts in a secret place, the characteristics unique to high-level martial arts would have shown through in his match against Woon Guk. But he had none of that.”

“Then…?”

“It’s the Primordial Energy Technique.”

“…!!”

“He must have mastered the Primordial Energy Technique.”

“That’s impossible! If he had mastered the Primordial Energy Technique, he wouldn’t be able to act like a normal person in the first place…!”

“Have you ever seen someone who completed the Primordial Energy Technique?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Not just you, but none of us have ever seen someone who completed it. I don’t know how he did it, but he definitely extracted only the advantages of the Primordial Energy Technique while eliminating its disadvantages. There’s no other explanation.”

Yang Hyo Myeong gaped like a fish.

“If that’s true… then it would also explain how he remained fine after transferring vital energy to Moyong Su Jeong.”

Yeong Geom Jin In spoke in a sunken voice.

“We must capture him.”

“….”

“I think I alone would be sufficient, but just in case, it would be better to wait until Senior Brother Ho Geom arrives.”

“You’re waiting for Ho Geom Jin In as well?”

“Before that, you have something to do.”

“Wh-what is it?”

“No one knows when something might happen. That’s why I’m waiting for Senior Brother Ho Geom.”

“Yes.”

“But what if we still can’t catch him?”

“Pardon?!”

“It’s not that we can’t win, but what if he runs away?”

“Ah!”

“You need to capture his blood relative. Kidnapping or whatever it takes.”

Yang Hyo Myeong’s complexion turned pale.

“Jin In!”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to say you can’t do it now….”

“That’s not it, but over, over there!”

Yeong Geom Jin In turned around.

In that instant, his eyes widened as if they would tear apart.

There stood a man dressed entirely in black—black martial uniform, black hood, and even a black mask covering his face.

“Who are you!”

The man in black waved his hand.

“Your father.”

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