Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 241

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Chapter 241. Mud Puddle (5)
Jung Hui sheathed his sword, and Baek Sang Ho straightened his posture.
Every warrior gathered in the Training Ground bowed their heads.
“We greet the Alliance Leader!”
It was a perfectly timed salute.
The middle-aged man, O Gyeong Ha, waved his hand dismissively. At that, the warriors lifted their heads once more.
“Sub-Alliance Leader.”
“We greet the Alliance Leader.”
O Gyeong Ha’s lips curled upward.
“If you’ve returned, you should report it. What are you doing here?”
Jung Hui answered bluntly.
“When I went to report, the Alliance Leader was not present.”
“Then you should have waited. How can someone without even that much patience and sense of responsibility hold the position of Sub-Alliance Leader?”
His tone was openly contemptuous.
Under normal circumstances, Jung Hui would have simply apologized, but the situation was different now.
“I received a summons from the Military Affairs Department. Therefore, I explained the circumstances to the warrior guarding the Alliance Leader’s office and proceeded directly to the Military Affairs Department.”
O Gyeong Ha’s brow furrowed.
“The Military Affairs Department? Who from the Military Affairs Department?”
“The Chief Military Officer, sir.”
In that instant, O Gyeong Ha’s face twisted.
Had it been any ordinary position, he could have questioned whether they dared disregard protocol because of a summons from the Military Affairs Department, but if it was the Chief Military Officer, the matter was entirely different.
No amount of backing would allow one to ignore the reputation of Gong Sun Baek, the Chief Military Officer. Rather, he was someone one had to defer to carefully, lest a single moment of carelessness bring down countless disadvantages.
“Is that so?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Who was the warrior who delivered the message?”
“Hong Yul from the Third Squad, sir.”
O Gyeong Ha spoke while looking toward the Training Ground.
“Hong Yul, are you here?”
“Yes, sir!”
Hong Yul hurried down from the Training Ground.
He didn’t appear to be even thirty yet, but his body was visibly rigid with tension.
O Gyeong Ha asked in an icy voice.
“Is what the Sub-Alliance Leader said true?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“You dared not report this to me.”
Hong Yul’s face went pale.
“I-I certainly informed the Alliance Leader…!”
That was when it happened.
Thwack!
Baek Sang Ho’s kick sent Hong Yul tumbling backward.
“You bastard! How dare you contradict the Alliance Leader!”
Baek Sang Ho drew his sword sheath and began beating Hong Yul with savage fury.
It was merciless violence—not the calculated strikes that avoided vital points for show, but blows delivered with the intent to maim, indifferent to whether bones shattered.
Jung Hui cried out.
“Stop!”
Baek Sang Ho flinched for a moment, then swung the sheath again.
Even with the Alliance Leader present, this crossed every line.
The warriors’ faces drained of color in terror.
Amid the chaos, O Gyeong Ha remained composed and unmoved, while Muk Hyeong simply laughed.
Jung Hui’s face flushed crimson with rage.
“Squad Leader Baek! Can’t you hear me? Stop this instant—!”
Crack!
“Aaaahhhhh!”
With a sickening sound, Baek Sang Ho collapsed where he stood.
Jung Hui, O Gyeong Ha, Muk Hyeong, and every warrior present stared in shock at Baek Sang Ho.
More precisely, they stared at Moyong Bi, who stood beside him.
None of them had seen Moyong Bi move. Without sound or warning, he had struck Baek Sang Ho’s shoulder blade with the Seal Demon Divine Spear, shattering it completely.
“This fool refuses to listen to his superiors.”
Whoosh.
Gripping the Seal Demon Divine Spear inverted, Moyong Bi struck Baek Sang Ho’s opposite shoulder.
Crack!
“Ahhhhh!”
Both shoulders shattered in an instant, Baek Sang Ho convulsed, foam flecking his lips.
O Gyeong Ha’s face twisted in fury.
“Who do you think you are to suddenly—!”
Thud!
Baek Sang Ho’s mouth fell open in a silent scream.
Moyong Bi had driven the inverted spear through his thigh, then dusted off his hands.
The spear pierced through the thigh and drove into the earth below. The Seal Demon Divine Spear, which had penetrated the ground as easily as tofu, gleamed with an eerie radiance.
“Don’t worry. I avoided the major artery. Whether he’ll ever walk again, though—that’s another matter.”
“Ugh!”
Baek Sang Ho writhed like an insect, unable even to lose consciousness.
Muk Hyeong cried out.
“What is the meaning of this!”
In that instant, Moyong Bi’s gaze shot toward Muk Hyeong like an arrow.
Muk Hyeong’s complexion turned deathly pale. The intensity in Moyong Bi’s eyes—so utterly transformed from before—was terrifying enough to make one’s heart feel as though it would be torn asunder.
“Stay out of matters between adults and keep silent.”
His calm voice carried an overwhelming authority that suffocated all resistance.
Beyond mere martial prowess, the sheer aura he radiated was so formidable that even O Gyeong Ha dared not treat Moyong Bi carelessly.
“Who are you?”
Jung Hui stepped forward.
“This gentleman is Moyong Bi, whom the Alliance Leader personally invited as an honored guest.”
“Moyong? Don’t tell me it’s that Moyong Family driven out of Hubei?”
O Gyeong Ha’s face contorted.
He could never harbor goodwill toward the Moyong Family. Though they had been driven out of Hubei by now, his predecessor had nearly been ruined by Moyong Cheon, the Former Martial Alliance Leader.
Of course, the White Tiger Sword Sect bore the guilt, and in the process Moyong Cheon himself had switched to the Ho Yeon Clan, but that hardly meant O Gyeong Ha would develop any affection for the Moyong Clan.
Moyong Bi spoke in a measured voice.
“Listen here, you Alliance Leader from the White Tiger Sword Sect who crawled out without even properly sealing the sect.”
“…?!”
“What’s your name?”
O Gyeong Ha, who had been glaring at Moyong Bi with terrifying eyes, spoke each syllable deliberately.
“O Gyeong Ha.”
His tone shifted from respectful to casual. Such was the extent of his disdain for the Moyong Clan.
“Right, O Gyeong Ha. Why do you stand idle while your innocent subordinate is being assaulted?”
“Innocent? That man failed to report to me.”
Hong Yul’s face, bleeding and groaning, bore an expression of grievance.
Moyong Bi tilted his head.
“Have you ever suspected whether you yourself might be suffering from dementia?”
“What did you say?!”
“From what I can see, this warrior Hong Yul did report to you, and you knew about it. But in this place, you wanted to pin blame on the Deputy Alliance Leader by any means necessary, so you kept harping on it. Then suddenly the Chief Military Officer called you away. Since you couldn’t do anything about the Chief Military Officer, you took out your frustration by making this warrior Hong Yul your scapegoat, didn’t you?”
That brief statement contained the full measure of O Gyeong Ha’s true nature.
Moyong Bi’s voice, infused with Internal Energy, resonated calmly through Jeong Ui Gak. Naturally, all the warriors standing in formation could hear his words.
The warriors’ expressions darkened. Some among them burned with anger.
O Gyeong Ha spoke brazenly.
“Don’t try to insult me with nonsense—get out of here! This quarter is off-limits to outsiders without authorization….”
“I came here alongside Jung Hui, the Deputy Alliance Leader temporarily assigned to the Military Affairs Department. I wished to observe the training of the Righteous Protection Squad.”
Moyong Bi pointed his finger skyward.
“Naturally I came with authorization from above, didn’t I? Or are you perhaps higher in rank than the Alliance Leader?”
O Gyeong Ha’s cheeks trembled slightly.
“Then you should merely observe, so why are you interfering with the training!”
“Interfering? Did I interfere?”
Moyong Bi asked Jung Hui.
“Did I interfere?”
Jung Hui shook his head without speaking.
Moyong Bi shrugged and continued.
“I came merely to understand the level of the Righteous Protection Squad, which is so talked about. But these madmen couldn’t even train properly just because one stranger showed up. I was disappointed in the Righteous Protection Squad’s standard, and then this idiot started a quarrel with me.”
Moyong Bi touched the Seal Demon Divine Spear with his hand.
As the spear swayed, Baek Sang Ho screamed again.
“You dared to talk back to a guest of the Martial Alliance. Not a shred of caution, and in the middle of it all, a thought occurred to me.”
Moyong Bi’s eyes shifted once more.
“Isn’t this trash’s appointment as Squad Leader the fault of whoever put him there? Isn’t it the fault of the Alliance Leader for training his warriors to be unworthy of their station?”
“…!”
“If I report what I’ve seen directly to the Alliance Leader, you’ll be stripped of your position as Alliance Leader on the spot, won’t you?”
O Gyeong Ha was flustered, but he deliberately didn’t show it.
“So you think only of your own interests. You’re free to think as you wish, but the Righteous Protection Squad….”
“Ah, enough. I don’t particularly care to hear what you have to say.”
O Gyeong Ha felt a surge of rage. Setting aside everything else, being interrupted mid-sentence was something he absolutely could not tolerate.
“You bastard!”
At that moment, Moyong Bi swept his leg out.
Crack!
“Gaahhh!”
Baek Sang Ho, his jaw fractured and several teeth knocked loose, couldn’t even scream properly.
Moyong Bi spoke coldly.
“If you don’t manage your voice properly, next time it’ll be your throat. You disrespectful bastard, interrupting your elders.”
Baek Sang Ho quickly clamped his mouth shut, swallowing air. Even as pain, humiliation, and terror threatened to consume him, breathing only through his nose caused his face to gradually turn a sickly blue.
Moyong Bi, hands clasped behind his back, walked toward O Gyeong Ha with a smile.
“The White Tiger Sword Sect, you say?”
“…!”
“If I recall correctly, during the war with Sacred Blood Palace, the White Tiger Sword Sect had seventeen counts of corruption. Five principal offenders, including the Sect Leader, were summarily executed, and the rest were treated as accomplices and banned from external activities for thirty years, weren’t they?”
O Gyeong Ha, flustered, shouted indignantly.
“No matter how honored a guest of the Alliance you are, you have no right to insult others!”
“Why is this an insult? I’m simply stating facts as they are. I’m merely curious.”
“That is an insult! It’s already been established as fact that the White Tiger Sword Sect was innocent!”
Moyong Bi’s gaze shifted.
“Then the Previous Alliance Leader destroyed the White Tiger Sword Sect without even properly investigating them?”
In that instant, O Gyeong Ha felt his words catch in his throat.
No matter how much he despised the Moyong Clan or hated the Previous Alliance Leader, officially the Previous Alliance Leader was Ho Yeon Cheon, who belongs to the Ho Yeon Clan.
The moment he agreed here, and the instant this statement spread, it was obvious how the Ho Yeon Clan would view him.
“…That’s not what I meant.”
“Is that so? Then tell me—why is the White Tiger Sword Sect innocent?”
“Why should I explain that to you?!”
“It doesn’t make sense, you bastard. At the time, the Previous Alliance Leader was in a situation where he couldn’t spare even a single soldier for the war. Meanwhile, the White Tiger Sword Sect was a prestigious sect in Shandong with many masters. Yet the Alliance Leader treated them as corrupt.”
“…!!”
“The Previous Alliance Leader led the war against Sacred Blood Palace to victory, didn’t he? How could someone so capable and intelligent simply crush the White Tiger Sword Sect without even properly investigating their corruption? It doesn’t add up.”
“Tch!”
“The conclusion is one of two things. Either the Alliance Leader made a mistake, or you shamelessly bribed the upper echelons of the Martial World to turn clear guilt into innocence.”
O Gyeong Ha’s face flushed crimson.
His temperament wanted to answer affirmatively, but there were far too many eyes watching.
Though he was regarded as someone with clear merits and faults, among the older Martial Artists and those who lived through that era, there remained a current of reverence toward the Previous Alliance Leader as a Martial Deity.
If he misspoke here, the repercussions would be far from trivial.
O Gyeong Ha, who had been trembling, spun around abruptly.
“First Unit Leader! Let’s go!”
“Ah, yes!”
There was no need to remain in this place any longer. Engaging further would only result in his own loss.
As a result, he had missed much.
No matter how distinguished a guest he was, as an outsider he had not sought revenge despite a Squad Leader-ranked officer being destroyed, and especially not before his own subordinates.
The Warriors regarded O Gyeong Ha’s retreating figure with expressions of disbelief.
Though the enraged O Gyeong Ha did not realize it, Muk Hyeong, who followed behind, was deeply unsettled. He had sensed that the Warriors’ atmosphere was far from ordinary.
“Um, Alliance Leader?”
At that moment, Moyong Bi spoke.
“Where do you think you’re going, you bastard.”
“…?!”
“I’m not finished with what I came here for. Come back here.”

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