Chapter 83

Quang! Kwaang! Kwang!
The two new planes bounced and flew away. Like artillery shells, they pierced through the dust that filled the air.
One rolled several times on the ground and became a pile of scattered rubble, while the other split a beautiful tree with a crackling sound.
Undaunted, the two newcomers closed the distance in a matter of moments and clashed axes and swords, as they always do.
Kaang!
Kagagagagang!
“Not bad. Kid.”
“Who says so?”
“You’re a million years away from arguing with me. Go back to your mother’s milk!”
“Noklim’s pecking order is set by mouth. It’s obvious.”
Quang! Kwang!
The fight grew louder with each word exchanged, and Zaung and Cheongwoong, who were standing behind Black Woong, sighed.
“Here we go again. Just when I thought we’d finally fulfill King Tu’s orders after all these years.”
“So what, it’s my turn next.”
“Bullshit. You like your turn.”
Qing Shui’s eyebrows twitched at Zhao’s shout. He was about to add a word,
“It’s enough with the Black Woong to disobey King Tu’s orders. We’ve already lost too much time. No more.”
At Zhao’s calm words, Cheng Wong shook his head. How could a man not be drawn to that fiery, faintly fiery look, those movements, that boldness?
Every time he looked at the boy from the Southern Palace, his admiration grew.
He was a warrior like I’d never seen before, and I was about to cut off Zhao Yung’s heartless words.
“Do you want to face the wrath of King Tu?”
The words left me speechless. The wrath of King Tu?
Of course I couldn’t face it. Who am I to show off in front of him?
Even if you’re a prince, you’re nothing more than a pawn in front of King Tu.
King Tu’s force was force, but his obsession and madness were beyond human comprehension.
“All right, then move.”
At Zhao’s words, Qing Shui took a reluctant step. It was a foolish step, but so what.
* * *
Black Woong was strong, and I could tell he was not beneath me. I could tell after a few hands.
It’s not like I’m a weakling,
I realized that I hadn’t surpassed the prowess of Huang Bo Geng of the Five Great Realms and the mountainous Black Woong in front of me.
This was evident from the growing number of scars on my skin and the number of slashes on my body.
Of course, that didn’t make me think of defeat; it never occurred to me that I would lose.
Quang! Kwao!
A feast of two hatchets.
The trajectory and speed of the blows.
The blades and lines of the axes became more and more recognizable.
The fight with him was literally a dogfight, and dogfighting, with its disregard for each other’s wounds and damage, was something I was used to.
I’ve fought on countless battlefields and been in more fights than anyone else.
I was the one who had faced dozens, even hundreds of spears and never batted an eye.
I’m sure he thinks I’m used to it, too, and that I’m leading him on with my axe.
I saw it as a way to slow him down. It’s hard for a man who thinks he’s the strongest to take a look in the mirror.
Quang!
Pinch, pinch, pinch!
With two clanking hatchets and a burst of flame, I gave it my all. As I rumbled out my dark energy, I unleashed a bluish-blue thunderbolt of my own.
I felt very fortunate to see Black Woong spewing out the energy contained in his two hatchets as if they were his pride.
Black Woong and Hwang Bo Gyeom, Hwang Bo Gyeom and Black Woong.
They were the strongest opponents I’d ever faced, except for Wu Naosiphon and the Iron Blood Sword King, whose strength was comparable to mine.
However.
‘If it was Huang Bo Gyeom I faced.
Even if I faced him again, I couldn’t guarantee that I would be as strong as I was against Black Woong.
I made an objective judgment. Moreover, there was one more reason why he was more confident than Hwang Bo-gyeom.
The reason might be.
Zhenggong and Saegong.
Zheng Gong and Zheng Gong.
It was the difference between those who walked the white path and those who walked the black path.
The White Dao masters, especially Hwang Bo Gyeom, had followed the history and tradition of the Hwang Bo Se family, learning the martial arts and making them their own.
Black Woong, on the other hand, rose to this position solely through his experiences and realizations on the battlefield. It may be a subtle difference.
But I know it is.
Hwang Bo-gyeom’s strength and explosive power are worthy of the name Wall Power.
Black Woong’s two axes were equivalent in power and sophistication.
In a fight like this, where the difference between the two was a piece of paper.
I could only assume, as I had felt before, that it was the difference between the opponents.
After a few rounds of combat, with me and Black Woong both exuding the full force of the Dan, Black Woong’s eyes sharpened, and he let out a Qi wave.
“Zaung!”
I turned around to face him, feeling the same way. The people standing behind him had moved a few steps.
Black Woong’s face stiffened nervously, and he spoke sternly to the man called Zhao Rong.
“Don’t be silly.”
“You talk too much when you can’t take care of that one guy in time.”
“I warned you. Don’t make a fool of yourself.”
Black Woong’s and Zhao Rong’s gazes tangled in the air and collided. I grinned absurdly as I felt the air freeze in my chest.
“Take your quarrels home, not here.”
I raised my sword. I hesitantly pointed it at Black Woong,
“Or both of you.”
I pointed the sword at Jaung. Their faces twisted at my appearance.
“Kid, don’t insult us.”
I shook my head at him. No insult.
“What you see in front of me is an insult. What do you think you’re doing? If you’re bandits, act like bandits, not like you’re trying to be polite. You’re a bunch of ruffians who’ve been plundering and kidnapping all your lives.”
I took a breath and slowly unsheathed my sword and held it upright. Black Woong’s face contorted at my words, but Zhao Yung remained calm.
“That’s right. The Grand Duke of the Southern Palace knows our situation better than you do, Black Woong, put aside your small-mindedness, we can’t afford to waste any more time.”
Just then, Zhao Yung says something to Black Wing.
Thud!
The ground crunched and crushed. At the same time, a beam of light splits the top of Zhao’s head.
Kwao!
With a single beam of light, Zhao Yun crossed his hands and lifted them upwards.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Zhao’s glare didn’t faze me. If I moved, someone would surely move.
“Inoom!”
Sure enough, the Black Woong swooped in, flying into the space between me and Jaung. I dodged the hatchet with a quick twist of my body and plunged my sword into him. He gritted his teeth and raised his fist, unaware that I was aiming for him.
Kwaang!
A punch that was no match for Black Woong.
Nevertheless, he didn’t extend his fist properly because he was conscious of Black Woong.
I swept sideways, dropping thunderbolts on both of them. With the power of a thunderbolt.
Kwang! Kwao!
As I watched the dust breeze spreading like a cloud between Black Woong and Zhao Yung, I vowed to myself.
I would not allow this to happen.
Space and time to reach my mother and Walli.
Even if it meant a messy fight.
* * *
“Ha! Look at him.”
A short exclamation.
Qing Shui could only stare blankly at the three intertwined figures with strange eyes.
Even Zhao Weng, who could be said to be the calmest of the three, had been overwhelmed by that youngster. Perhaps he would have done the same if he were in that situation.
How clever he was.
He thought to himself.
“You’re leisurely. Cheongwoong.”
A sinking heart, freezing hands and feet.
A familiar aura, but always a stranger.
A voice that sounds lazy, languid, bored, and accepting.
“I’ve been waiting for you, and here you are, idly watching the fight.”
“……Two, King Two!”
The mane of white hair flutters, and the beard that grows below his chin is neatly trimmed, giving him the majesty of a reigning beast of prey.
The man known as King Tu himself.
“I would have stayed a little longer if I thought it was interesting, but I’m being played by a child, so what can I say.”
A cold sweat broke out. If Qing Shui had to choose the person he was most afraid of, it would have to be Bai Guang of the Green Forest King.
A master of the Wu Nai Fifty Realms.
The master of the mountains.
Lord of the Green Forest Vegetables.
At the same time, he had made a deal with the masters of the Yangtze River, the Great Wall, and the Salish Sea to unite the forces of the Black Sea.
Bai Guang, the heartless monarch of the Green Forest Two Kings, who knows no bounds and cannot let go of those he has bitten.
Right above the beautiful tree where Qing Shui was standing, his voice was heard at a moment when even the crowd could not sense it.
“……Tu, King Tu. Cheung Woong salutes you!”
Cheung Woong’s forehead dropped with a thud. He was silent for a moment, not sure if he realized his trembling movements or not.
A shadow creeps up behind him, a light foot stamping on his head.
“I see you haven’t forgotten me.”
“Uh, how could I forget?”
“I thought you’d forgotten. I’ve sent three of them after you, and they haven’t gotten the job done.”
You’d think he’d have posted a series of reports. It’s in his nature to do so. Bai Guang is just angry.
“Oh, you’re mistaken!”
Bam!
His head slammed into the ground.
“Kaboom!”
“Don’t argue with me. Right in front of me.”
Cheung Woong scrambled to his feet like a new recruit, unconcerned by the trickle of blood from his nose. What else matters when you’ve been ordered to do something?
He didn’t even bother to wipe it off. He walked on, forgetting that he was not only the strongest man in the mountains, but also the owner of the mountain, forgetting his dignity.
No, I tried to move it.
The moment I tried to move,
A flash!
A single thunderbolt blocked Qing Shui’s vision!
The thunderbolts that spawned from it simultaneously passed by Qing Shui and targeted Tu Wang, who was standing next to him. Qing Shui reached out his hand in horror, but it was too late.
That bastard hasn’t lost his mind!
He’s aimed at Touwang and dares to attack him.
He trembled, worried about facing Tu Wang’s wrath.
“Hoora. You’re a funny fellow, fighting against Black Woong and Zaung, and yet you’re still trying to attack me.”
Bai Xiaochuang’s furry laughter spread out softly.