Chapter 57

Episode 57 Even a tyrant can become a hero (2)Come on!

Hong Wei-wen’s hair was cut off in clumps.

Sigh!

Seo-ryang’s sleeve was torn long.

‘It’s significant.’

Hong Yu-wen’s martial arts ability, which completely unlocked the Four Kings Demonic Art, was truly remarkable. At first glance, it looked like it had almost been eaten by the devil, but that wasn’t the case at all.

Although he was completely stained with purple and was showing movements closer to those of an animal than a martial artist, Hong Wimun’s mind was very clear. Just as much as his clear mind, the fierce anger and murderousness consumed him.

He waved his hand.

Quad deuk!

One side of the roof of one building was torn off and blown away.

It was truly great power. If he can produce this level of destructive power with a single strike of his martial arts, he would not be short of being called an expert who is one level higher than Wei Hongryun or Song Gyeong.

If the opponent is Wi Hongryun or Song Gyeong, they will be able to kill him within ten seconds. Even though Hongwimun was a level above them, he was not a difficult opponent for Seoryang, who was walking on a higher level than them.

The problem is that Hong Yu-moon has learned a higher level of magic than those two. And the magic craft is making the environment quite difficult.

‘Troublesome bastard.’

Wow!

Seo-ryang suddenly squeezed into Hong Wi-moon’s arms and grabbed him by the collar.

Even though my eyes were wide open, I don’t know how I moved. Hong Wei-wen’s hands reflexively grabbed Xu Liang’s wrists. S~eaʀᴄh the NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

‘Not here, man.’

Quad deuk!

Seoliang’s feet dug three inches into the ground.

bang!

Seo-ryang grabs Hong Wi-moon by the collar and moves again.

Crump! Crunch!

The veins on Seo-ryang’s forearms stood out. This was because Hong Wi-moon, who was grabbed by the collar, was going crazy.

‘You bastard!’

Suddenly!

A long icon was engraved on Hongwimun’s cheek. With an instinct close to that of an animal, he avoided the knife that was trying to penetrate him.

Quaaaang!

Seo-ryang’s body was shaken by Hong Wi-moon’s fist, which struck his chest as if in revenge.

I was angry at the sharp pain. I couldn’t understand why I had to go through all this trouble just to catch this sneaky guy.

‘Sis punishment! ‘They’re fucking demons anyway, so they’ll get swept away or not!’

Thoughts are just thoughts.

Now that I’ve realized that Mine is also human, I can’t let innocent people get caught up in it. Besides, wasn’t he the one who struck first?

At that time, Hong Wei-wen’s right hand struck Xu Liang’s side.

Whoa!

‘Keuyeah.’

It is considerable. The destructive power was strong enough to cause quite serious internal injuries if it were not for the Dark Spirit Demonic Power’s true energy barrier.

But Hong Wi-moon had something else to aim for.

Sigh!

Xu Liang’s eyes wavered. Hong Wei-wen’s index finger pierced his side.

Para la la rock!

The two people’s new model shook violently and fell straight into the ground.

puck! Quad deuk!

The two bounce left and right.

Hong Yu-wen stood up first. Thanks to the overflowing magical energy, I felt no pain or shock.

Seoliang was different.

Whoa!

A purple airflow flowed from his side. Hong Wi-moon directly inserted poison into the abdomen pierced with his index finger.

“Is it painful?”

Hongwimun opens his mouth for the first time during battle. It probably means that I found some leisure.

“It is a poison injected directly into the body. “If you burn it with maggi, the intestines will also be cooked.”

Phew.

A lot of deep purple magical energy was concentrated in both his hands.

It was more about venom than power. The intention was to push the opponent step by step and painfully.

“It was a mistake to touch me.”

Paaaaang!

Hong Wei-moon swung his double sword. This is because I decided there was no need to approach it.

Pow!

Seo-ryang’s body twitched. He was hit hard by the deadly poison.

Hong Yu-wen was not satisfied with just one time.

Puff puff poop!

As Seoryang’s body continued to shake, purple poisonous fog rose around him as he fell.

It was a cloud created by the poison that was ejected from the poisonous chamber of the Four Spirits, accumulating in Seoryang’s body.

As if he had planned to do so, Hong Wi-moon fired a lethal dose of poison dozens of times.

Puff poop! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Before we knew it, Seoryang was no longer visible to the naked eye. A purple solo dance spanning a radius of two pages completely erased Western Liang.

Chiiing!

Hong Wi-mun, who received the private seal.

He flashed his sharp, black fingernails again and grinned. I don’t know if it’s been a while since I’ve had a sincere smile.

“I won’t kill you right away. “Try living with bad legs.”

“Kuweek!”

Just then, the sound of blood vomiting was heard from within the cloud.

grasp!

Hong Yu-wen ran out.

Don’t let down your guard because your opponent is weak. Although he found some leisure time, he was so triumphant that he did not miss the opportunity.

Neutralizing an opponent with poison and then eating them. His behavior was no different from that of a poisonous snake.

Phew!

Hong Wi-mun, who came through the clouds, was able to accurately determine the location of Seoliang.

In my blurred vision, I saw Seoryang falling forward, spitting out blood.

‘Goodbye, you damn bastard.’

Hong Weimun hurled the Black Bone Death Beast towards Xiliang’s shins.

It was then.

Quack!

‘huh?’

what? Where has this guy disappeared to?

‘This guy again?!’

Do you still have energy left?

Hong Yu-wen, who was hurriedly looking around, suddenly felt a sharp pain rising from his forearm.

His eyes widened as he looked down at his right arm.

“uh…?”

The joints were bent backwards.

‘Why did it break?’

Whiiiiing!!

At that moment, the poisonous dance that covered the area spun around following the whirlwind rising from the ground.

It was a great custom. The blowing gust of wind instantly compressed the poisonous dance and sent it flying high into the sky.

My vision became clearer and the stuffy air became clearer and cooler.

And it didn’t take long for the cool air to disappear without a trace.

Grumble!

The burning demon energy sucked in the air and spewed out even stronger firepower.

Kwazizig! Kwasik!

Red lightning swirled around the flames. It was Seoryang who radiated a splendid magical energy that would make anyone feel intimidated.

“Tsk!”

He spat out the last of his venom along with blood-stained spit and pointed his sword at the sky.

Wooooow!

A brightly shining red sphere at the tip of the sword.

Seoliang burst into spirit.

“bout!”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

The red sphere shot high into the sky touched the miasma and quickly spread in all directions like a spark falling on oil-soaked paper.

Hahaha!

The purple poisonous smoke has completely evaporated. The solo dance that Hong Wi-moon had worked so hard to accumulate had disappeared in vain.

“It’s very similar to the martial arts personality of sneaking around behind the kid’s back and only using it to annoy him.”

Hong Yu-wen could not understand.

“how…?”

“what? Oh this?”

Seoyang smoothed his side.

“Well, it’s not a big wound.”

It’s a huge injury.

The reason the abdomen is dangerous is because the internal organs are crowded together. The abdominal pressure in the human body is very strong, so if a hole is created, the internal organs tend to come out through it.

A lethal dose of highly toxic poison was poured into it. And dozens of times.

Isn’t this one of the most fatal wounds that even Daerasinseon can’t easily handle?

“This is me, who had such a strong professional spirit that I eliminated the target with a smile even though my limbs were broken and there were several holes in my stomach.”

“What?!”

“This is nothing more than a scratch, man!”

Fuuuuuuu!

Seo-ryang closed the distance in an instant and swung his sword.

Both the footwork and the cutting were too fast. Hong Wei-wen quickly stepped on the Jiaolongbo method.

Bye!

“Oops!”

Blood burst from Hong Wei-wen’s mouth. Seo-ryang kicked him in the face.

Just like when my arm was broken, I couldn’t see how I got hit this time.

“That’s not how you use footwork.”

Sparks flew from Hong Wei-wen’s eyes.

Paang!

Left hand raised diagonally from a short distance. Even though it was unfolded in a hurry, Heukgolsa Yeongsu’s style was perfectly alive.

Xi Liang swung his sword mercilessly.

Suddenly!

“Kaaak!”

The middle and ring fingers were cut off one by one, and half of the fingernails on the index and little fingers were blown off. It was such a pain that I couldn’t help but scream.

The quick response is amazing, but the delicate cutting skills are beyond surprising and dazzling. The act of swinging a four-foot-long sword at such a close distance was itself something remarkable.

Xu Liang’s face turned cold.

“You’re done.”

Pow!

Hong Wei-wen’s body flew backwards.

It’s just the right distance. The venom has been reduced to a significant extent, so even if you cut it with a knife, there will be no secondary damage due to poisonous blood.

Seoliang aimed his sword at the staggering Hongwimun.

Squeeze!

Red lightning flashing from the blade. And the intangible wind that wanders around.

Softly, naturally, and for the first time in a long time, he revealed his secret techniques.

“Fungin (風刃).”

Whiiiiing!!

A gust of wind blows once again.

A fearsome sword wind, a wind of internal force unrelated to the weather, blew from all directions and scratched Hong Weimun’s body.

Let’s go! Puhwaak!

No one can stop the wind. There were stab wounds all over Hong Wei-moon’s body. Although he was not torn to shreds thanks to the Death King’s Demonic Gong, the wounds were injuries that could not be ignored.

But Xiliang’s attack had just begun.

“Sweet wind.”

Yikes!

Hong Yuwen’s back muscles were torn long.

“Keueuuuuu!”

It is difficult to describe in words the pain of having a muscle torn raw. The wound was rough, as if it had been inflicted by an ax rather than a sword.

Sigh! Yikes!

Deep cuts were carved on his thighs, chest, and shoulder. Even the Four Kings Demonic God’s magical barrier could not stop it.

“Gujeolpung (九折風).”

Babababababaak!

Hong Yuwen’s body shook like crazy.

The Gujeolpung of one strike, nine strokes, one stroke, nine strokes, is itself a series of slashes. Even the caster cannot know which part the next attack will enter.

Hong Wei-wen’s body was covered in blood. The intense demonic energy stopped the bleeding immediately, but the amount of blood shed in that short period of time was significant, and the internal injuries were also at a level that could not be ignored.

The swords of Xiliang danced.

“The wind kills, the wind blows.”

Whiiiiing! Burbubbubbuk!

“Aaaah!!”

It was the loudest and most heartbreaking scream I had ever screamed. It was a pain and fear that I could not endure with pride or patience.

Seo-ryang’s eyes, glaring at him, were torn apart like those of a devil.

Slam!

Before he knew it, he was holding the sword with both hands and swung the last chosik of the Yeonhwansik.

“Heavenly Wind Meat Eating (天風戮式).”

Huh!

If the wind had weight, this wind pouring down from high in the sky would have been like a steel ball the size of a house.

Where that big, heavy wind was aiming, there was the staggering Hongwimun Gate.

Puff puff puff!

An invisible blade was carried in the clear, cool wind.

What about Hong Yu-moon’s body that the wind passed by?

Fuwaaaaak!

Hong Wei-moon’s new form stumbled, spilling out a large amount of blood.

dump!

Hong Wi-moon finally kneels.

His eyes were blank and open as he coughed up blood.

‘what?’

What on earth is this martial arts?

It’s just a pure cutting wind without any fancy sword energy or overwhelming demonic energy, so why couldn’t the Four Kings Demon Lord stop it? No, is this even martial arts in the first place?

Sreuk.

My vision gets dark. Two unfamiliar feet appeared on the red ground.

‘Seolryang…’

For a moment, goosebumps appeared on the back of my neck. Seo-ryang placed a sword on his shoulder.

“Do you have a will?”

testament.

These are words that a person leaves before dying. Hong Yu-moon’s eyes were shaking wildly at the words, which were much neater and more horrifying than the threats mixed with various profanities.

‘die? I?’

I never once thought that I would die like this. Even if he didn’t win the presidency, he thought his end would be spectacular and solemn in front of everyone.

To fall to your knees in defeat in a one-on-one life-or-death battle that doesn’t even seem like a fight? I was dumbfounded by this ridiculous and meaningless ending.

“Of course there isn’t one, right? “Well, what can I say?”

Wooooow!

A powerful demonic pulse flowing across the surface of the blade.

Xi Liang’s eyes became cold.

“That’s what dying is all about. A person’s life is like the smoke from the cigarette you smoked, dissipating in vain.”

“…!”

“bye.”

Xi Liang struck down his sword.