Dark and Light Martial Emperor - Chapter 509

Episode 509

Power and Wall (2)

Yang Cheon, a member of the Thirteenth Place of Seongcheon and the strongest fighter whose fighting skills are said to be unrivaled in the world.

The man in front of him was none other than Yang Chen’s great disciple.

‘That’s amazing.’

Paeyul’s first impression of Ye Seong was one of surprise.

‘It’s incredibly rough.’

Hwaaaaaaa!

An invisible, intangible energy surrounded my entire body.

The unique and ferocious spirit was so exquisite that it would not be strange to call it flashy. The feeling of being faced with a huge beast rather than a person, and even before the fighting skills, the innate temperament itself was like that of a beast.

‘And…’

Paeyul’s eyes scanned Yeopseong’s hand.

The backs of my hands were as thick as the soles of bear paws. If you possessed that level of strength, you would be able to completely remove calluses, but calluses would form again and again on top of them, and you would end up with hands like that.

And the backs of those thick hands were full of all kinds of wounds. The cuts, cuts, tears, and healed wounds were traces of tremendous training.

‘Strong.’

strong.

It was my first time. Paeyul himself evaluated others as strong.

Before force, people themselves are strong. A person born with such strength is still undergoing high-intensity training in which both hands are crushed and then healed repeatedly.

Excited.

Paeyul felt his heart beating violently.

Of course, it wasn’t because I was scared.

‘I want to fight.’

It doesn’t matter the opponent’s age or level of martial arts.

As soon as Paeyul saw Yeopseong, he felt a strong desire to win. I wanted to compete with that beast-like man who did not rest on his natural talent and trained like a monk every day, risking his life.

Tsutsutsutsu.

That speculation that even feels ecstatic.

There is no way that Ye Seong, who possesses the martial arts skills of a long-time scholar of the old faction, could not have read Pai Yu’s speculation.

Ye Sheng’s eyes deepened.

“It’s pretty good.”

Is it quite enough?

It was a truly rude and challenging tone. It was also a difficult thing to say if you did not view the other person as lower than yourself.

but.

“Hey, do you want to see that amazing martial arts technique?”

Paeyul smiled so that all his white teeth were visible.

Considering his high pride, it was surprising that he didn’t pull out his spear knife first. That’s how much he was captivated by the opponent’s strength.

At that time, Yeon Ho-jeong raised his hand.

“Calm down, senior.”

Paeyul’s eyebrows twitched.

I felt like I wanted to grab that guy right away, but I tried to calm myself down. He was dispatched to Mukhyongbu with Yeon Ho-jeong and did not come into the world to teach martial arts lessons.

Yeon Ho-jeong looked down at Ye Seong and asked.

“You’re Yang Bu-su’s great disciple?”

“….”

“Did the Vice Lord invite you directly? “I understand that he doesn’t really care about his students.”

Ye Seong’s mouth twitched.

“Yang Buju… That’s a pretty arrogant title.”

“This meeting can’t be a coincidence. So why did you block our way?”

Ye Xing’s eyes narrowed.

A young man in his mid-twenties looking down at himself from the horseback.

He doesn’t have a bulky physique, nor does he exude strong fighting spirit or a majestic aura.

It’s like being a bachelor with a little bit of martial arts skills. At least it seemed that way on the outside. If I had passed by without knowing, I would have mistaken him for a Confucian student just studying writing.

Such a young man was calling his master, Yang Chen, the great master of Gangho, so easily.

“Are you Yeon Ho-jeong?”

A faint smile appeared on Yeon Ho-jeong’s lips.

“Did you block someone you don’t know?”

It was a very relaxed response.

Ye Seong’s eyes narrowed even further. You don’t like the other person’s relaxed response.

“I heard there was a dispatch from the Murim Alliance.”

“But?”

“I’m disappointed.”

Ye Sheng looked Yeon Hao-jeong up and down.

“No matter how I look at it, I don’t think I’m a talent worthy of Master’s praise.”

“….”

“How amazing is that three-chi tongue, that it was able to enchant the strong man of the heavens?”

“hey.”

Yeon Ho-jeong said with a sour face.

“I’m asking, why did you block the road?”

“….”

“If you just want to have a little conversation, just get out of the way.”

Ye Sheng’s eyes lit up.

The other person’s words were too arrogant to just ignore, but one distribution was worth acknowledging.

“I heard that people from political factions are all obsessed with ostentation and show, but at least it seems different from those people.”

Yeon Ho-jeong shook his head.

“He just says what he wants to say.”

He said to Paeyul and Gangryang.

“let’s go.”

Attic.

Yeon Ho-jeong drove his horse past Yeop Seong.

Paeyul looked at Ye Xing with regretful eyes and followed Yeon Hojeong, while Kang Ryang did not even look at Ye Xing.

Ye Sheng looked at Yan Hao-jeong’s back as he passed him with strange eyes.

Usually, when a conversation progresses to this point, most people get angry or get into a fight and just don’t let it go. This was especially true if you were a martial artist.

Yeonhojeong was different.

Seeing himself as the great disciple of King Tu, he was not at all intimidated, nor was he overwhelmed by his own atmosphere or swayed by the conversation.

‘Is this the way to go?’

Ye Sheng didn’t think that Yeon Ho-jeong didn’t even care about him. I was concerned, but I thought I overlooked it because I didn’t think there was any reason to have a conversation.

That was natural. If he were a great disciple of Yangcheon, his reputation, other than his military strength, would be comparable to that of the Jang Mun-in of the Daemun Sect.

So it was even more amazing. As for that part.

‘I don’t know if he’s someone worthy of Master’s attention, but at least he won’t be judged as a clumsy martial artist.’

Ye Sheng smiled.

It was a laugh that seemed dangerous.

‘I won’t be bored.’

Mukryongbu, who has not returned for several years due to his own mission and training.

But not long ago, Master called him. The reason was that soon, a person from the Murim League was dispatched and asked to come into the department and take up a position.

Normally, I would have made various excuses and devoted myself to training alone, but when I heard that the dispatcher was Yeon Ho-jeong, my interest piqued.

Yeonhojeong.

Kirinah is the eldest son of Gangdong Byeoksan Yeonga and is said to be the best Jisoo in the world at the time.

He is the head of the Uijeonggun, the strongest military unit of the Murim Alliance, and a genius warrior who successfully completed all of the nearly impossible missions he had been assigned to.

There were quite a few people of Yeopseong in Mukryongbu. It wasn’t done intentionally, but because he was the person closest to Yang Cheon’s successor, he was secretly lined up here and there.

Ye Seong received a lot of information about Yeonhojeong from them. In particular, I heard that the teacher was coveting that guy and even had a fight with him.

Master was a person who rarely interacted with his students. However, he gave a lesson to the later exponents of the political faction.

These and other stories led Yeopseong to come here now.

“But it’s strange.”

Ye Sheng tilted his head.

“Have you lost your martial arts skills? Or…”

He said it was the best review index in the world, but I couldn’t feel any proper prayer or energy.

To be precise, I should say that it has a very strange presence. Although I learned martial arts, the subtle energy revealed was below expectations. No matter how carefully you look at it, is it still not enough to be a peak expert?

‘I’m sure I haven’t studied martial arts to the extent of deceiving my senses.’

Whatever it was, it was clear that he was unique.

Ye Sheng walked toward Molongbu with his back to him. I came first because I thought it would be difficult to face various issues after entering the department, but I didn’t get much information.

But I was interested. That was enough.

Flash!

Ye Sheng’s body became a beam of light and passed by the three people. First, I want to enter the Mukryongbu.

Kang-ryang chuckled.

“If that guy was going to leave like that, I don’t know why he blocked our way.”

Paeyul shook his head.

“I guess you just wanted to see my face.”

“It seems like you’re completely in love with that guy?”

“Don’t be funny. “Is she a woman?”

“It looked like he was going to pull out his spear knife at any moment. “Well, his temperament was really scary and fierce.”

Paeyul’s eyes deepened.

“That’s right.”

He asked Yeon Ho-jeong.

“What did you think?”

“yes?”

“That guy is a bastard or something.”

Yeon Ho-jeong shrugged his shoulders.

“I guess my master called me here. “I didn’t feel any bad intentions.”

It is said that they did not care about Yeopseong’s power or presence.

Paeyul frowned.

“He is a dangerous guy. “My temperament says so.”

“Maybe so.”

“Doesn’t it bother you? Still, if you are Yang Chen’s great disciple, you must have considerable power within the organization.”

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.

“That can’t be right.”

He knew Yang Chen well.

Yang Cheon is a ruthless person who only gives affection to students he recognizes. This was the case with bus ships.

However, he only showed affection and did not give real power. In other words, he was treated strictly as a disciple, and all he did was occasionally give him missions when necessary.

Depending on how Ye Sheng shows himself to Yang Chen in the future, he may gain real power, but at least not now.

And Yeon Ho-jeong really wasn’t that worried about Yeop Seong. This is because I have seen countless people like that both in my past life and in my current life.

‘But well… it made me realize reality again.’

Yeon Ho-jeong took a deep breath.

I have smelled the Honam air countless times, but the current air is different.

It is the air of the Mukryongbu.

The air is dark and full of the smell of blood.

It was completely different from the vague and moderately humid air of the Murim League. It was dry and bloody. It felt like my lungs were tingling every time I breathed, as if gold dust was mixed in the air.

Yeon Ho-jeong, who had only focused on reflecting on his martial arts skills while coming here, was only now able to realize that he had entered a new environment.

Yeon Ho-jeong drove the horse vigorously.

“Let’s go too.”

When the party reached the entrance of Mukryongbu, twelve masters were lined up there.

They were the twelve gods of the zodiac.

The new masters of the Mukryongbu, who possessed a different power from the past, filled with Yeonhojeong, Moyonggun, and all the zodiac signs who died on missions, were there.

and.

Huh.

As the white paper standing in the middle took a step forward, the prayers of the zodiac began to sweep through the son-in-law.

It was not intended to put pressure on Yeon Ho-jeong and his party. In their own way, it was a quiet and solemn greeting to welcome the group dispatched from the military.

The White Paper took over.

“On behalf of the zodiac under Lord Inkryong, I would like to greet Yeon Daehyeop, a dispatcher from the Baekdo Murim Alliance. “It’s called a white paper.”

It is different from the time of Yeopseong. If they were to act like that on the other side, they had to show an appropriate attitude on this side as well.

‘You’ve become stronger.’

Yeon Ho-jeong, who was looking at the white paper, got down from his horse and held his gun in a restrained manner.

“Yeon Ho-jeong, leader of the Murim League’s army, meets the zodiac sign of the ink dragon. Please be kind to me.”

White Paper nodded.

Googoo googung!

As soon as he finished speaking, the entrance to the Mukryongbu opened.

The entrance to the large, dark cave seemed once again bloody, as if it were the entrance to an abyss.

“The Vice Lord is waiting. “Let’s eat inside.”

Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.

“let’s go.”