Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 18

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Chapter 18. If You’re Weak, You Get Devoured (3)

Choi Ho couldn’t believe it.

‘This is impossible.’

Was this a dream or reality?

It must be a dream, right? Probably a dream. Unless it was a dream, there was no way such magical events could happen.

‘How could such Martial Arts…?!’

Moyong Bi’s movements were simple yet efficient.

Even entering into that mass of swords, there wasn’t a moment’s hesitation, and with short cutting strikes or pushing Staff Technique movements, the gang members fell in an instant.

When the distance opened up, he gripped the Wooden Staff long and struck down, and when entering close range, he gripped it short and struck multiple times, which strangely looked easy.

But Choi Ho knew. He knew that those simple and easy-looking movements were actually the product of ten thousand repetitions of training.

He knew that the movements of those who learned haphazardly were complex and messy, but the movements of true masters were concise and precise.

‘A, a master of Staff Technique?!’

Did the Moyong Family have Staff Technique? Weren’t there only a few insignificant sword techniques left?

No, even if there were, why was that scrawny Young Master so strong?!

“Aren’t you coming over?”

“…!”

“Then I’ll come to you, I guess.”

Moyong Bi, with the Wooden Staff resting on his shoulder, took a step forward.

The moment Choi Ho unconsciously flinched and stepped backward.

“Cough!”

Moyong Bi bent at the waist and let out a violent cough.

“Cough cough! Cough!”

It was so intense as if he might choke.

Bewilderment appeared on Choi Ho’s face, who had been frightened. Why was that crazy bastard suddenly acting like that again?

“Cough! Khaaak! Ptui!”

A handful of bloody spit flew out.

Moyong Bi’s face became slightly pale.

‘Huh? That’s?!’

Coughing up blood along with a pale complexion and hands trembling slightly. Anyone could see these were signs of internal injuries.

Choi Ho’s face immediately brightened.

‘As expected, he overdid it!’

Of course, no matter how good his skills were, with a body in that condition, he couldn’t avoid taking damage.

When stamina is extremely poor, just moving somewhat vigorously can damage the body. In severe cases, it leads to breathing difficulties and even internal injuries.

That bastard’s current state was exactly that condition.

‘This guy!’

It was an opportunity. When Moyong Bi was in that state, he had to make a decision.

So Choi Ho made his decision.

To run away.

Dash!

Choi Ho turned around and rushed toward the Gang Leader’s Room. He intended to escape through a secret passage he had made without anyone knowing.

Why would he run away, leaving behind someone who had internal injuries and was even coughing up blood?

‘Bullshit, I absolutely can’t win!’

From Choi Ho’s perspective, Moyong Bi was a master of a different caliber.

Stamina? Internal Energy? Such things had no meaning. Even if he suddenly collapsed or got stabbed in the stomach, you’d have to think twice about attacking him, so thinking you could win just because he suffered minor internal injuries would be idiotic.

In his judgment, Moyong Bi was at least at the level where first-class masters from Ten Sword Gate or Hong Clan Sword Family would need to step in, or in the worst case, their leaders would have to personally intervene to subdue him.

‘That bastard has weak Internal Energy and stamina, but his understanding of Martial Arts and raw strength are far superior to mine.’

If it became a prolonged battle, his chances of winning would be high. The problem was whether it would become a prolonged battle.

This was a monster who could send a grown man flying with a single blow. Against that kind of strength, speed or finesse wouldn’t work.

‘Escape is possible! I need to run away as fast as possible…!’

That’s when it happened.

“G-Gang Leader?!”

Choi Ho’s face contorted sharply.

‘That idiot!’

He saw Cheong Pae standing awkwardly while holding a tray with alcohol and snacks.

Even while fleeing, he was dumbfounded. Hadn’t that stupid fool heard the merciless sounds echoing from beyond the Middle Gate?

“You weren’t in the Gang Leader’s Room, so… the alcohol…”

“You moronic bastard! Is alcohol the problem right now!”

“Y-Yes?!”

“Hurry to the Gang Leader’s Room and gather the valuables first…!”

That’s when it happened.

Whoosh!

A chilling sound came from behind him.

His spine went cold. Choi Ho instinctively rolled on the ground.

Rip!

Something flew past, tearing the back part of his clothing, and embedded itself in the ground.

Thud!

“Hueok!”

Thud? What the hell did he throw?

Choi Ho quickly raised his head, and his face turned pale.

A wooden staff was embedded diagonally in the ground, broken in half from the middle.

If he hadn’t dodged, there would have been a gaping hole in his lower back.

‘…What kind of insane monstrous strength is that?!’

Wasn’t his stamina and Internal Energy nothing special?

Ah, his raw strength was impressive. But no matter how strong someone’s raw strength is, can they really send a person flying?

“Who are you?!”

Clang!

Cheong Pae drew his sword cleanly and glared at Moyong Bi.

“Huff! Huff! D-Damn it!”

Moyong Bi, who had somehow chased them this far, clutched his knee.

‘Damn it! Even so, isn’t this too much?!’

Blowing away the Black Tiger Gang was sufficient with just ten percent of his internal energy.

The problem was, as expected, his stamina. Even though he moved as smoothly as possible, the recoil spread throughout his entire body. Since his vitality was damaged, he even developed internal injuries.

He tried to stabilize his insides with Primordial True Energy, but it wouldn’t listen to him. It was because of the fundamental problems with his body.

He even felt alcohol poisoning that he hadn’t noticed until now.

‘Kugh!’

The alcohol poison that crept up slowly stretched itself. The alcohol energy that had penetrated deep into his core was flowing out from between the cracks in his vitality caused by internal injuries.

‘Just how much alcohol did he drink for the alcohol energy to be embedded deeper than his vitality!’

It didn’t end there.

Hissss.

With an unpleasant sound, he felt a whitish mist wrapping around his body.

Even though he hadn’t drunk any alcohol, he began to feel intoxicated. Even Moyong Bi, who had experienced all sorts of situations regarding martial arts, had never encountered such a case.

“Cough! Keu, this is actually better.”

Surprisingly, as the old alcohol energy rose up, his pain decreased.

His insides felt like they were turning upside down, but it became easier to move his arms and legs. His eyes became slightly unfocused, his body relaxed, and his pale face gradually turned red.

It was the complete face of a drunkard.

“Hey, stop running away. Why are you acting like this when you’re embarrassingly supposed to be a captain?”

With hiccups mixed in between, it was unmistakably the speech pattern of a drunk person.

From Choi Ho’s perspective, that appearance was even more frightening.

The guy who had thrown a wooden club and embedded it in the ground was staggering around and actually laughing. His way of speaking had also changed to sound like someone drunk.

‘He’s, he’s really insane!’

He would believe it if someone said he had learned Demonic Arts.

His heart was already about to explode from fear, and now even his minimal rationality began to fly away.

“Uaaah!”

Choi Ho frantically kicked off the ground.

Moyong Bi grinned wickedly and tried to chase after him.

“You bastard!”

Cheong Pae, who couldn’t grasp the situation, swung his sword toward Moyong Bi.

Though he was stupid, there was a reason Choi Ho had placed him in the third-in-command position. The heavy sound of the blade cutting through the air was quite fierce.

“Oh my!”

With an excited exclamation, Moyong Bi bent his upper body, grabbed Cheong Pae’s hands, and threw his body into the air.

“Huh?”

Following Moyong Bi’s body, the hands and sword curved.

In an instant, Cheong Pae felt his vision shaking.

‘Did I, did I float?’

Before he knew it, the strength left his knees as they were stepped on by his opponent’s feet, and his upper body was laid back.

Moyong Bi, who had briefly leaped up, landed on the ground and twisted his entire body using centrifugal force.

Whoosh! Crack!

Cheong Pae, who had been slightly floating in the air, was slammed head-first into the ground. His neck, unable to withstand the weight of his muscular body, bent at a right angle.

Cervical fracture, instant death. It was the futile end of Cheong Pae, who had been rejoicing about becoming the second-in-command of the gang due to Ga Suk’s escape.

“Heave-ho.”

Moyong Bi, who had snatched the sword from Cheong Pae’s trembling hands, spun his body again.

Though it looked like he was drunkenly dancing, his movements were faster and more forceful than when he had struck down Cheong Pae.

And with the spin, the sword flew through the air.

The target was Choi Ho.

Thunk!

“Arghhhh!”

Choi Ho, with the large sword embedded in his thigh, collapsed on the spot.

Thud! Crack!

He happened to smash his nose and mouth against the stairs leading up to the Gang Leader’s Room.

His nose bridge broke and all his front teeth flew out. From the sudden shock, Choi Ho couldn’t regain his senses.

“Ugh, I’m dizzy.”

Staggering, Moyong Bi suddenly looked at the wine bottle lying on the floor.

Though it was half-broken, quite a bit of alcohol had pooled inside. It was incredibly strong liquor.

Licking his lips, Moyong Bi gulped down the alcohol without hesitation.

“Khaaat!”

Fire burned vertically from his throat to his stomach. If he burped, it seemed like he’d breathe fire like a demon dragon from mythology.

Moyong Bi, who was about to try it because it seemed fun, suddenly came to his senses.

‘What are you doing, you crazy bastard!’

This is why they called him Mad Demon.

After slapping his own cheeks several times, he circulated his Primordial True Energy.

Whooooooom.

Though he couldn’t restore his stamina or immediately heal his internal injuries, he could at least expel the old alcohol poisoning and the fresh alcohol that had just entered.

This was the efficacy of the Brain Gate Heart Technique.

Whoooosh!

In an instant, his body was drenched in sweat.

“Heeeeurgh!”

As the alcohol wore off, his body went limp.

Fatigue seemed to suddenly rush in twice as hard. Having poured strong liquor into his already internally injured body, his organs felt like they were burning, and the sour smell of blood rose from his throat.

‘Oh, perfect.’

If he had fought while forgetting the pain due to intoxication, now the pain conversely made his mind crystal clear.

He was probably the first Murim Warrior to use alcohol this efficiently.

“Grrrgh.”

Moyong Bi, clutching his head, approached Choi Ho.

Choi Ho, who had been panting, suddenly held his breath.

He saw a dark shadow completely covering the stairs.

“W-wait!”

“Hm?”

“…!”

“What do you mean wait?”

“…What?”

“Ah, the sword?”

Moyong Bi gripped the sword handle.

Shlick.

“Aaaahhh!”

As the sword was pulled out, blood flowed freely from his leg.

Choi Ho instinctively crawled up the stairs. The only thought in his mind was that he had to escape from this place immediately.

Moyong Bi chuckled and poked several spots on Choi Ho’s back with his fingers.

Poke! Poke! Poke!

Each time his finger struck, paralysis spread from that spot.

In an instant, his entire upper body was paralyzed.

Choi Ho couldn’t even scream.

“Su, surely that’s Pressure Point Technique?!”

“Oh? Have you experienced it before?”

He’s a monster.

His Staff Technique mastery was already incredible, but on top of that he could use Pressure Point Technique that even Noble Family Warriors couldn’t properly master. Seeing how he instantly struck three Paralysis Points, this wasn’t his first or second time doing it.

What the hell is this bastard’s true identity?

Could it be that he’s been a Hidden Dragon all along, acting like a drunkard while waiting for some opportunity?

“I usually like talking while looking people in the eye, but right now I’ll just talk to the back of your head. I don’t even want to make eye contact with a Captain who’s worse than children.”

“Pl, please spare me!”

“Neither you nor I have finished our calculations yet, so why would I kill you?”

“What?”

“Why? Don’t you want to receive money from me?”

In this moment, Choi Ho understood Ga Hang.

“No, you don’t need to repay it!”

Moyong Bi frowned.

“Is this a Black Tiger Gang tradition? Lending money and not taking it back? Why haven’t you gone bankrupt already?”

“It’s fine! Take everything! I’ll give you all the Thousand Gold I’ve saved up! So please, just spare my life…!”

“The Thousand Gold you’ve saved up amounts to One Hundred Thousand Nyang, right?”

“…What?”

“You have to repay One Hundred Thousand Nyang.”

“…”

“The money I need to repay is 1,080 Nyang, but since a day has passed… let’s just call it Two Thousand Nyang. Calculating down to dozens of Nyang and dozens of Mun would be too petty, right?”

“Ye, yes sir!”

“Then the total amount we should receive is about Ninety-Eight Thousand Nyang… Hey, do we really have to pettily receive exactly Ninety-Eight Thousand Nyang? Aren’t you a Manly Hero?”

“One Hundred Thousand Nyang! I’ll give you One Hundred Thousand Nyang!”

In the middle of his pitiful cry, Choi Ho realized.

‘So this is how he fleeced Ga Hang too!’

Now he understood why that bastard Ga Hang had such an expression like he was going crazy with injustice. He had brutally beaten him, saying what did a guy who embezzled public funds have to feel wronged about, calling him the most wicked bastard under heaven.

Who would have thought the day would come when I’d understand Ga Hang’s feelings.

“As expected of the Black Tiger Gang Leader. Your composure is different from some mere Field Manager.”

Moyong Bi sat down on the stairs next to Choi Ho’s head.

“But hasn’t it been quite a while since you guys threw that filth?”

“…?”

“What I mean is, we need to calculate interest too. I’d like to receive money if possible, but if you cough up one hundred thousand nyang, there probably won’t be anything left, so let’s substitute with something else.”

Moyong Bi’s face became languid.

“Where do you keep the bundle of promissory notes you’ve collected?”

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