Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 246

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Chapter 246. Invasion (2)
The three men’s gazes turned toward the source of the voice.
There stood a Young Man with a black spear resting across his shoulder.
“The atmosphere of an organization that governs the Law Enforcement Hall is bound to be tense anywhere, but this is the first time I’ve encountered such a stench.”
His footsteps approached without the slightest hesitation.
Jong Mu Seok’s brow furrowed silently.
He was a man of volatile temperament yet authoritarian disposition. Unless someone directly provoked him, he rarely bothered to exchange words with young men of prestigious families.
Bang Ho, who understood his master’s nature, stepped forward.
“Who are you?”
That was when it happened.
Crack!
“Ugh!”
Bang Ho staggered from the brutal impact.
Surprise flickered across Jong Mu Seok’s face, while Young Ho Gyeong stared at the Young Man with bewildered eyes, wondering what on earth was happening.
The Young Man, Moyong Bi, clicked his tongue and swung his spear.
“So you’re Bang Ho, disciple of Elder Jong Mu Seok?”
Bang Ho couldn’t even respond.
He’d taken a direct hit to the skull from the spear shaft. Had he channeled his Internal Energy properly, his skull would have shattered.
Naturally, the dazed Bang Ho couldn’t think that far ahead. He was too busy using his Internal Energy to dispel the stars dancing before his eyes.
“No matter how much of a disciple you are of a Martial Alliance Elder, you should still observe proper courtesy. Your master is an Elder, but you are not, are you?”
“Cough!”
Moyong Bi ignored Bang Ho entirely and approached Young Ho Gyeong. He didn’t even spare a glance at Jong Mu Seok.
Jong Mu Seok’s eyes narrowed.
This man dared to strike his disciple’s head right before his eyes and wouldn’t even look his way.
Under normal circumstances, his wounded pride would have made him throw a punch immediately, but he found himself unable to do so.
‘Who is this?’
His very appearance was extraordinary.
He wore a black robe over a white Martial Uniform, and the quality of the garments was clearly exceptional.
Such clothing wasn’t something anyone could wear. The fabric alone looked expensive enough that even a moderately wealthy person would struggle to afford it.
Moreover, he was strikingly handsome.
Eyes that possessed both sharpness and strength. His clothing, appearance, and even his gaze all unmistakably marked him as a Young Master of a prestigious family.
‘He knows me.’
Though he was famous enough to be recognized by a single blade, this man had known from the start that he was a Martial Alliance Elder.
The problem was that despite knowing this, he’d still struck his disciple’s head.
‘But that’s not it….’
The real reason Jong Mu Seok hadn’t stepped forward immediately wasn’t actually about appearance.
‘He’s strong.’
He hadn’t even sensed the man drawing upon his Qi, yet his disciple had nearly been knocked down in a single blow.
Even if it were a surprise attack, for it to deceive the eyes of a Martial Alliance Elder meant this was no ordinary force. It was absolutely impossible unless he were a Rising Star of the Four Dragons and Three Phoenixes caliber or a hidden genius from a prestigious family that guarded its secrets jealously.
“You are Young Ho Gyeong, Master of the Law Enforcement Hall, correct?”
“…But who exactly are you, Young Master?”
“Rather than asking who I am, shouldn’t you first examine your own conduct?”
“What, what did you say?”
At this unexpected remark, both Young Ho Gyeong and Jong Mu Seok turned to stare at Moyong Bi in shock.
Moyong Bi spoke with an indifferent expression.
“Isn’t the Law Enforcement Hall precisely the organization tasked with punishing those who violate Alliance Law, summoning those suspected of guilt to unearth the truth, and taking appropriate measures based on the findings?”
“…?”
“Unless one is the Martial Alliance Leader, there is only one organization with the authority to directly intervene in the Law Enforcement Hall’s operations. And the Elders of the Martial Alliance are not members of that organization.”
“What?”
“Why can’t you state this plainly!”
Moyong Bi’s voice, slightly raised, carried both sharp displeasure and a subtle dignity.
“No matter how much of an Elder you are in the Martial Alliance, you have no authority to meddle in the Law Enforcement Hall’s affairs. Even this feeble attempt at intimidation could obstruct the investigation, so you should be cautious with your words. Why don’t you acknowledge that if you don’t leave immediately, you could be imprisoned in Thunder Prison for obstructing official business!”
His tone had shifted, but no one in this place paid attention to that detail.
Young Ho Gyeong was utterly flustered, while Jong Mu Seok’s face had turned crimson with rage.
Moyong Bi continued without hesitation.
“The discipline of an organization must be solemn. Therefore, members of the Law Enforcement Hall must cultivate the judgment to see truth clearly and possess the resolve to yield to no external pressure. Until guilt is definitively proven, investigations must proceed with absolute clarity. Even those under suspicion of crime deserve courtesy, and in matters of authority and conduct, no intervention from any person of power shall be permitted.”
“…!”
“Was I wrong?”
Young Ho Gyeong’s face flushed deeply.
Every word from this extraordinary young man was correct. It was, in fact, the very first principle taught upon entering the Law Enforcement Hall.
Flustered, he stammered his question.
“W-who are you?”
“Are you so curious about my identity? Or are you simply unable to accept your own fault and trying to change the subject?”
“…!!”
“Even if I were merely an ordinary laborer of the Alliance, you should be ashamed. It seems you have never reflected upon yourself. Now, as the leader of the Law Enforcement Hall, consider whether you have truly demonstrated the competence required of your position.”
Then Jong Mu Seok spoke.
“It seems there’s nothing you won’t say.”
Moyong Bi turned to regard him silently.
Genuine anger began to emanate from Jong Mu Seok’s face.
“I don’t know who you are, but do you not understand how disrespectful it is to interject yourself into a conversation between an Elder of the Martial Alliance and the head of the Law Enforcement Hall?”
Those who knew understood—Jong Mu Seok had restrained himself once more. His instinct screamed to shatter Moyong Bi’s skull on the spot, but he held back, probing with words in case there was something he was missing.
Moyong Bi spoke bluntly.
“You dare speak such words without knowing who I am.”
“What, what?”
“Are you prepared? Shall I tell you who I am?”
Whoosh!
A terrifying Energy Wave erupted, revealing Jong Mu Seok’s rage.
Since his elevation to Elder of the Martial Alliance, he had learned politics of a sort. Because he had learned even a little, he had managed to control the recklessness that was his nature.
But when the opponent acted like this, he could endure no longer.
“You bastard!”
That was when it happened.
“Kraaagh!”
Bang Ho, who had finally regained his senses, unleashed a terrible cry and released his Killing Intent.
The fact that his opponent appeared far younger than himself, and worse, that he had shown such incompetence before his master—this ignited his fury.
“You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!”
Crack!
Bang Ho drew the sword from his back and charged forward.
No one could stop him. Of course, Jong Mu Seok possessed the skill to do so, but he too was consumed with rage and had no inclination to restrain his disciple.
Whoosh!
A massive blade descended toward Moyong Bi’s crown.
Just as Young Ho Gyeong let out a warning cry.
Clang!
The vertically falling greatsword was deflected sideways.
Jong Mu Seok’s eyes widened in shock.
‘With a fist?!’
Though delivered in a moment of crisis, it was a strike that carried the profound essence of the Flame Dragon Eight Blades technique.
His disciple, whose temperament was as foul as his own, had not even restrained his Internal Energy. It was an attack bordering on assassination.
Yet that single blade strike had been deflected by a mere punch.
Bewilderment flickered across Bang Ho’s face.
Moyong Bi spoke with an indifferent expression.
“You fool—you don’t even know who you’re facing, yet you unleash assassination techniques?”
“Wh-what?!”
“You won’t end this gracefully.”
Whoosh!
A faint white True Qi began to emanate from Moyong Bi’s body.
The Three Pure Infinite True Formula, the Infinite True Qi, radiated without restraint.
The Aura was so intense that Jong Mu Seok moved without hesitation. If a Master capable of releasing such an Energy Wave attacked, his disciple would be in danger.
The moment Jong Mu Seok’s fist drove toward Moyong Bi’s chest.
Whoosh!
His eyes widened in astonishment.
As if a candle had been snuffed out and darkness descended, Moyong Bi, who had been standing there, completely vanished.
‘Where?!’
Crack!
“Aaagh!”
At the sickening sound of dislocation, Jong Mu Seok spun around.
Bang Ho was stumbling, his right arm now hanging limp at his side. And beside him stood Moyong Bi.
He spoke with a cold expression.
“For daring to unleash assassination techniques against the leader of the Alliance Leader’s direct special organization, your minimum sentence is ten years in Thunder Prison.”
“Wh-what did you say?!”
Moyong Bi answered with the Seal-Breaking Divine Spear instead.
Whoosh! Crack-crack-crack-crack!
“Gahhhhh!”
A dark Spear left afterimages in its wake, battering Bang Ho’s entire body.
His right shoulder dislocated, his left upper arm fractured, his knee bent backward, and his entire body covered in bruises—all in an instant.
It happened so fast that even Jong Mu Seok couldn’t intercept it. The Spear technique’s velocity was simply too overwhelming.
Bang Ho collapsed, trembling violently.
Though his temperament was as vicious as his nature, the Infinite True Qi coursing through the Spear shaft penetrated his blood meridians with terrifying efficiency, amplifying his agony to unbearable levels.
“Ughhhh.”
Foam flecking his lips, Bang Ho lost consciousness, his eyes rolling back. The pain had shattered his will to endure.
Whoosh! Thud!
The Bong Ma Sin Spear, spinning in a wide arc, came to rest with its point aimed directly at Jong Mu Seok.
Moyong Bi spoke with glacial calm.
“Will the Elder take responsibility for the grave crime committed by his disciple?”
Jong Mu Seok’s face had turned to stone.
‘What is this man’s true identity?!’
It wasn’t his full strength, but it was a deliberate, committed strike.
Yet it vanished in a blink. He couldn’t track the man’s movement with his five senses, nor could his Qi Sensitivity detect where he’d gone.
“Who… who exactly are you?”
“What good would knowing do you?”
“I have never heard of a Rising Star like you in the Martial Alliance.”
“If you don’t know, then withdraw. You have no authority to pressure the Law Enforcement Hall, and your disciple will be imprisoned in Thunder Prison on charges of attempting to assassinate the leader of the Alliance Leader’s direct special organization.”
“That’s exactly why I’m asking who you are!”
Moyong Bi chuckled softly.
“I’d rather not tell you myself.”
At this point, it was practically an invitation to fight.
In that moment, Jong Mu Seok abandoned all restraint.
“You mad bastard! Regardless of whether you serve the Alliance Leader directly, you must answer for disrespecting a Martial Alliance Elder!”
Clang!
Jong Mu Seok drew a massive broadsword in one fluid motion, and a terrifying heat energy erupted from his body. The Hwasan Great Dragon Heart Method—the counterpart to the Eight Flaming Dragon Strikes—had been activated.
At that moment, Moyong Bi spoke.
“If you’re confident enough to slit the throats of every Martial Alliance Elder, then by all means, swing that light blade of yours.”
Jong Mu Seok ignored the words. His eyes had already gone mad.
“You bastard!”
Boom!
Launching from the ground, Jong Mu Seok unleashed the Eight Flaming Dragon Strikes.
The broadsword’s descent, tearing through Empty Air, carried a presence far beyond Bang Ho’s. As the blade erased the void itself, the surrounding landscape seemed to transform into a volcanic wasteland of flowing lava.
Moyong Bi’s eyes blazed with fire.
Flash!
The Bong Ma Sin Spear, propelled by Celestial Golden Velocity, shot forward in a terrifying spin.
It was the Coiling Dragon Strike of the One Hundred Eight Form Spear Technique.
Boom!
The fiery blade strike and the frigid spear thrust collided, unleashing a tremendous explosion.
Shock flashed across Jong Mu Seok’s face.
‘This bastard actually blocked my sword head-on?!’
In that instant, Moyong Bi’s right foot lightly touched the ground.
His form vanished once more.
Startled, Jong Mu Seok spun and swung his sword toward the rear.
Clang!
The spear blade rising from below met his greatsword, throwing it off course.
With his upper body twisted and his guard compromised, Moyong Bi’s fist hurtled toward Jong Mu Seok.
Thud!

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