Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 48

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Chapter 48. The Beginning of Revival (2)

 

The crowd’s jaws dropped wide open.

 

The fight had happened so frantically that they couldn’t properly see who was in crisis and who had the momentum.

 

If they had to judge, Moyong Bi looked reckless to their eyes. Hwang Gyu’s sword was faster, and Moyong Bi seemed somewhat sluggish.

 

But the result was different.

 

“He, he won.”

 

Someone’s muttering awakened the crowd’s consciousness.

 

“What? Young Master Murong won?”

 

“Huh! He beat the Ten Swords Sect Leader? That skinny Young Master?!”

 

“Th, this can’t be!”

 

The murmuring grew loud in an instant.

 

They weren’t the only ones surprised.

 

Go Cheok and the White Dragon Squad members were all equally dumbfounded.

 

They had to be. Ten Swords Sect Leader Hwang Gyu’s martial arts competed for first place in Wuhan alongside the Head of Hong Sword Family.

 

Some people say that although it’s a city with active commerce, there are no real masters in Wuhan.

 

Looking at all of Jianghu, it wasn’t wrong. At least there were no nationally recognized Great Sects near Wuhan.

 

Still, as the owner of a sect that divided a city’s commercial rights in half, his martial arts couldn’t be weak. Wasn’t Hwang Gyu a master so strong that even if all four Great Elders of Ten Sword Gate attacked together, it was questionable whether they could win?

 

But their surprise wasn’t greater than that of the Moyong Family people.

 

“…He won.”

 

He had his mouth open so wide that he didn’t even notice the drool flowing out.

 

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, but the surprise didn’t fade.

 

“That, that idiot actually won?!”

 

It was shocking.

 

He had seen him handle Hwang Ji Hwa, Lee Jeong, and three escort warriors all at once.

 

Though he didn’t say it, the shock he received then was tremendous too. It was buried because his foolish elder brother’s mad killing intent was too terrible, but the martial arts he showed then were also amazing enough to make one’s eyes spin.

 

But what about now?

 

‘He completely toyed with him.’

 

In strength, speed, and internal energy, the opponent was superior.

 

Yet that idiot overwhelmed a master whose skills surpassed his own like handling a ten-year-old alley boss swinging around with a club.

 

Even seeing it, he couldn’t believe how such a thing was possible. As if he could read all of his opponent’s weaknesses, each movement was extremely concise and efficient.

 

‘This makes no sense! Even if he learned the Main Family’s martial arts, to fight this well…!’

 

Then, Jin Gwang’s booming voice was heard.

 

“Young Master’s victory!”

 

“Wooooaaah!!”

 

Surprise soon turned to excitement.

 

The squad members shouted at the top of their lungs.

 

“Young Master won!”

 

“Young Master Moyong Bi defeated the Ten Swords Sect Leader!”

 

“Fuck! Fuuuuck!”

 

The excited squad members shouted fiercely.

 

Whether they had prejudices against Moyong Bi or not, whether they looked down on him or hated him, he was still the eldest son of the family.

 

That eldest son had directly defeated the leader of Ten Swords Gate, which competed for first place in Wuhan. They couldn’t help but be excited.

 

Clap clap clap!

 

The Fire Sword Unit members’ excited cheers seemed to have spread to the crowd as well.

 

When someone started clapping, the sound instantly spread throughout the marketplace.

 

“Young Master Murong defeated the Ten Swords Sect Leader!”

 

“No way! What did I just see?!”

 

“The Moyong Family’s Young Master beat Sect Leader Hwang? Really?”

 

“My goodness! Is this real?!”

 

“Wooooooah!”

 

It was nothing short of a cauldron of enthusiasm.

 

Due to the explosive noise from all directions, people had to shout even to talk to someone right next to them.

 

Was it thanks to that atmosphere and momentum?

 

The fallen Hwang Gyu’s consciousness quickly returned as well.

 

“Are you awake?”

 

“Gasp!”

 

Hwang Gyu, who instinctively tried to get up, suddenly felt his upper body stiffen.

 

Moyong Bi’s sword aimed at his chest was pressing against one of his pressure points.

 

‘Paralysis points!’

 

Hwang Gyu’s face turned pale.

 

Pressing paralysis points by channeling true energy through the sword tip?

 

‘Th-this is impossible!’

 

It was a realm he had never heard of or seen. The pressure point technique itself wasn’t easy to learn in the first place.

 

Moreover, the delicacy to paralyze desired areas by pressing pressure points with just the energy flowing from a sword tip, not fingers or a stick?

 

“You… what exactly are you?!”

 

Despite the severe noise, Moyong Bi somehow heard his voice.

 

It was because he could flexibly control his heightened senses due to his burning Primordial True Energy.

 

“I am the eldest son of the Moyong Family.”

 

“That’s impossible…”

 

“Then am I your eldest son?”

 

“The, the Moyong Family is finished! Weren’t you guys already done for?!”

 

Moyong Bi’s eyes suddenly changed.

 

Seeing those eyes, Hwang Gyu felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

 

“Who said that? That the main family is finished?”

 

“…!”

 

“You underestimate the blood of the Moyong clan too much. Even without me, the main family would never fall.”

 

“…Gulp.”

 

“But now that even I have returned to this land, this damn world will once again witness the potential of the main family that once dominated the realm.”

 

Returned to this land again?

 

“What nonsense are you spouting!”

 

“Do you happen to know? What Jianghu used to call our Main Family in the past?”

 

His sharply glinting eyes curved like a crescent moon.

 

Moyong Bi’s smiling face looked unusually mature and leisurely, unlike his usual self.

 

“Ascending Martial God Family .”

 

“…!”

 

“Even if we’re buried in muddy water and fallen to a miserable state, it means we are the family of the Martial God who will someday surely soar up and make the world tremble.”

 

These were the words spoken by Divine Monk Gwang Beop, who was once respected by all and is spoken of as Shaolin’s legendary warrior monk.

 

Master Gwang Beop, counted among the top five in Shaolin’s thousand-year history as an unprecedented master.

 

The praise he left behind showed just how magnificent the Moyong Family’s status was in those days.

 

“Our Main Family does not perish. Even without money and with weak power, even if people decrease and name plaques disappear, Moyong blood does not thin.”

 

“….”

 

“Our Main Family will reclaim its past glory.”

 

These were words that overwhelmed the listener.

 

Even though noise filled all directions, Moyong Bi’s solemn voice struck Hwang Gyu’s ears clearly, word by word.

 

‘This bastard….’

 

Fear appeared on Hwang Gyu’s face.

 

The Moyong Family rising again? That’s nonsense. For a family clan already ruined beyond recovery to reach the pinnacle of Jianghu again, they would have to defeat countless enemies and shatter all kinds of prejudice and oppression.

 

There are countless cases of forces that grew from the bottom becoming great enough to make their names known throughout the world.

 

However, cases where completely fallen forces regained their past prosperity were hard to find.

 

Naturally, the Moyong Family would be the same. They had no money, no power, only three blood relatives, and even the warriors they possessed were nothing special.

 

But why was it?

 

Quietly listening to Moyong Bi’s voice, it really seemed like the Moyong Family could make their name known throughout the world again.

 

“This….”

 

No words would come out.

 

Moyong Bi, who had been looking down at the trembling Hwang Gyu, scratched his head.

 

“Anyway, the match is decided. You remember the promise we made before fighting, right?”

 

“Wh, what?!”

 

“We both wagered everything. The Ten Swords Gate signboard, don’t you remember?”

 

“…!”

 

“A young sect less than thirty years old has sucked honey quite sweetly. Now it’s time to wake up from the dream.”

 

Hwang Gyu’s pale face turned bright red.

 

He was finally beginning to face reality.

 

“Cr, crazy bastard! How dare you, to me, to me?!”

 

His voice trembled with rage.

 

Even his fear of the master who had overwhelmed him was nothing compared to his surging anger.

 

The greatest shock lay in his own defeat.

 

He had believed that no one existed in Wuhan who could break him head-on. Though the Head of Hong Sword Family was said to be threatening, he had lived with the inner confidence that he was a step above him.

 

But he had been defeated by Moyong Bi all too easily.

 

He couldn’t even use the expression “close match.” He had essentially been defeated at the level of being toyed with.

 

The shock of defeat was so great that even his fear of Moyong Bi disappeared.

 

“You bastard! Do you know what you’ve just done?”

 

“I beat you down, didn’t I?”

 

“Aaahhh!”

 

Unable to contain his rage, Hwang Gyu screamed and even released his internal energy.

 

“What are you doing! Hurry up and catch this madman!”

 

Hwang Gyu’s voice, tearing through all the noise, reached Go Cheok and the White Dragon Squad.

 

Go Cheok, who had been standing there dumbfounded with his mouth agape, couldn’t hide his confusion. The White Dragon Squad was in the same state.

 

Hwang Gyu screamed shrilly again.

 

“This bastard has learned demonic arts! If we don’t catch him now, Wuhan will become a sea of blood! Go Cheok! Lead the White Dragon Squad and capture that Moyong Bi!”

 

Horror spread across the faces of the crowd that had been cheering.

 

He learned demonic arts? Moyong Bi?

 

“…He doesn’t look like it though?”

 

Someone’s muttering soon represented the thoughts of the entire crowd.

 

Moyong Bi looked perfectly normal to anyone watching. He didn’t emit the ominous aura of the demonic practitioners in rumors, nor did he laugh madly while swinging his sword or rejoice at the sight of blood.

 

The faces of the crowd, which had been colored with bewilderment, gradually grew cold.

 

“Go Cheok!!”

 

Hwang Gyu’s voice, filled with anger that had turned almost pitiful.

 

Go Cheok, who had been hesitating, finally steeled his resolve.

 

“White Dragon Squad, prepare for battle! Rescue the Sect Leader and restrain Moyong Bi!”

 

The White Dragon Squad members exchanged glances with each other.

 

As the elite of Ten Swords Gate, they didn’t question orders given to them. But this order was too forced.

 

Go Cheok shouted angrily.

 

“What are you all doing! Don’t you intend to rescue the Sect Leader?!”

 

When he put it that way, they had no choice but to move.

 

Whoosh!

 

Go Cheok and the White Dragon Squad leaped into the battlefield.

 

At that moment, Moyong Su Hyang shouted.

 

“Stop them!”

 

Though the difference in power was embarrassingly vast, Jin Gwang and the squad members moved without hesitation.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Thud!

 

Both the Moyong Family side and Ten Swords Gate side were startled and hesitated at the sudden sound.

 

“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d keep your promise cleanly.”

 

A sword was embedded in the ground right next to Hwang Gyu’s face.

 

The stone fragments that burst out from the energy release struck Hwang Gyu’s ears and face. Hwang Gyu, whose face was instantly covered in blood, screamed.

 

Moyong Bi’s cold eyes turned toward Go Cheok.

 

“But isn’t this too disgraceful?”

 

“Y-you bastard! Get away from the Sect Leader right now!”

 

“I won the match. This guy is mine.”

 

“You crazy bastard! Don’t you have any dignity as a victor? How can you do whatever you want to the defeated…!”

 

“Don’t you have any pride as Orthodox Martial World warriors? I’m sure you heard your sect leader stake the sect’s survival before the fight?”

 

Go Cheok bit his lips.

 

Though embarrassed and flustered, he was able to recall the conversation between the two.

 

“The sect leader only said he’d bet everything, he didn’t say what he was betting!”

 

Even to himself, it was an excuse that made his face burn with shame.

 

Moyong Su Hyang and the Fire Sword Unit Members were dumbfounded. Was that really something to say right now?

 

“So you’re not going to commit suicide either?”

 

“What?!”

 

“Don’t you remember that the Grand Elder was supposed to commit suicide if defeated?”

 

“That’s…”

 

“These bastards really live life interestingly. You keep all the promises that favor you and pretend the unfavorable ones never happened? What kind of Orthodox Faction is this?”

 

Go Cheok gritted his teeth.

 

The White Dragon Squad members also felt so ashamed they didn’t know where to look.

 

Go Cheok, who had been trembling, shouted loudly.

 

“It was an unreasonable deal from the start! Who in the world would stake an organization’s survival on a single fight?”

 

“Are you insulting your superior? It was your sect leader who accepted the proposal.”

 

“You bastard! Do you think you’re on the same level as our Main Sect when you’re not even worth scraps!”

 

Even after saying it, Go Cheok realized his mistake.

 

“…”

 

The air in the Market Street became extremely cold.

 

Those words were not only an insult to the Moyong Family but also proved how strong Ten Sword Gate’s sense of superiority was.

 

Flustered, Go Cheok unconsciously mumbled.

 

“That’s not what I meant…”

 

Just then, an angry voice came from the crowd.

 

“That’s really disgustingly pathetic.”

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