Disciple of the Three Kings

Volume 3 Episode 2+

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Cheol Jong-hwi was blown away by Lee Rowoon’s blow.

But soon the smoke split and scattered in the light of Kang Ki.

The flying Kang-gi collided with Lee Rowoon’s fist and collapsed.

Cheol Jong-hwi’s eyes fluttered as he regained his balance.

‘Did you hit Kang-gi with your hand?’

It is not unreasonable to use Kwon Kang.

But who are you?

This is Cheol Jong-hwi.

The leader of the Iron Sword Training, the Moon Master of the Iron Sword Gate.

Hyun-kyung’s mid-entry.

It meant one thing to be able to hit the brook that was shot with that power.

“Hyunkyung… ?”

That young man is a strong man on an equal footing with himself.

And there was a story that came to mind.

‘It is said that the guild member who faced the blue checkup alone was a young man in his 20s.’

A story about a guild member who defeated Haenam’s blue checkup alone.

‘Is that true?’

I didn’t believe it.

However, Haenam’s blue checkup may not be enough compared to what is known.

Or maybe the guild members have special recruits that they don’t know about.

But that wasn’t all.

“Me and… Is it the same level?”

The inaction equal to that of Hyungyeong has reached the midpoint.

That guild member had reached Hyeon-Kyung at such a young age.

“Moonju!”

The escorts rush to save Cheol Jong-hwi.

Kakang!

But there was a flash of light in front of them.

“No one can pass.”

Kang Eun-ha and Jeong Jeong-soo.

To Domuseong.

They took three defenses and stopped them from heading towards the place where Chol Jong-hwi and Yi Run were.

The number of escorts is twenty.

“Get out of the way!”

Kaaan!

But it’s not enough that they don’t exceed just three.

Scooter-!

Blood was splattered from the sharp crossing and sword.

In it, Jonghwi Cheol and Rowoon Lee faced each other.

Cheol Jong-hwi’s stupid face also disappeared.

Acknowledging and accepting all these circumstances.

And it was to find a way to live and to take the stance of a warrior.

The two took the radix formula.

Rowoon Lee was looking at Jonghwi Cheol with his fists drooping.

Cheol Jonghwi hardened his complexion at Lee Rowoon’s small talk to himself.

“What?”

“The image of the leader of the Iron Swordsmanship trembling at me.”

It was just as Lee Rowoon said.

Cheol Jong-hwi’s hand, holding the sword, was trembling slightly.

These are weird.

As an unmanned person, it was Cheol Jong-hwi and Cheol Sword who saw and experienced many things while building the name Cheol Sword Ryeon.

There were times when I faced powerful monsters, and I even tried mixing swords with the volcanic warriors.

The soldiers of the volcano also gave Cheol Jong-hwi trembling, but what he is feeling now is a completely different feeling.

‘Fear?’

I feel a huge fear deep in my heart.

And the fear of death.

Then the appearance of the escort was also seen.

Approximately twenty escorts.

All of them were masters of Hwagyeong.

I know Cheol Jong-hwi.

Even though they are masters of the Hwa-Kyung, they are made-up warriors that are different from the real ones spoken by the members of the council.

Nevertheless, it was strange that the Iron Sword Building collapsed helplessly and the guards couldn’t even use their hands.

Something that prevents me from showing all of my skills.

They had something to fear from the very beginning.

“You must have an eye-catching spirit.”

Iwoon’s fists are swung without herbivore as he approaches.

A pointless punch without a brother or an expression.

Burr!

But Jonghwi Cheol could only block his fist with his sword.

A trembling sword.

Once again, Chol Jong-hwi’s sword was unable to overcome the power contained in Yi Rowoon’s fist.

It flew away and crashed into the wall.

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the sensation in his fist.

-The image of the leader of the Iron Swordsmanship trembling at me.

It was a strange feeling.

When he became a blood horse of a blood cult, when he had a conversation with the great Black Shi King, it was a strange feeling than the open-minded bunta-ju kneeling down to him.

They were the revealed ones who were much closer than the hidden volcanoes or Haenam.

For that reason, Iron Sword Training was nothing more than a feared object for players.

Among them, Cheol Jong-hwi, the head of the Cheol Swordsmanship, was much more memorable than Hwasan or Haenam, which are nothing less than mysterious legends.

Someone like that.

She is shivering and vomiting blood in front of her eyes.

It was a strange feeling indeed.

It seemed that he was telling Lee Rowoon, who had been feeling like a dream since returning, that this moment was rather a reality.

-Your power.

Yes, this is my strength.

A hundred years of teaching.

And a part of his strength that he has gained in the unimaginable battle of time.

It gave him the power to punish those who had tormented him in the past.

There was an obvious reason why the author was trembling, and why the galaxy could overwhelm the iron sword.

The chaos that lies within Lee Rowoon has had some effect on the uninhabited of the galaxy through the subordination of blood.

If you are a human, you are a creature of great fear.

That’s a power that fakes like that can’t overcome.

“Aaaaaaaaah!”

They screamed and ran, but that was nothing more than a futile rebellion from those about to die.

It’s easy.

In the past, uninhabited people were so afraid.

It’s also an uninhabited group that has reached the midpoint of Hyeon-Kyung.

It’s so easy.

Cheol Jong-hwi is at a similar level to the Blood Bag, but it’s easier than the fight with the Blood Bag.

Have you become stronger?

Did you get the Heavenly Demon Goddess?

No.

Byeolsu-baek had a strong mental power because he got that power through training.

It gave me the strength to resist the seeping chaos.

On the other hand, Jonghwi Cheol.

Can’t resist chaos.

“Will it ever be this easy?”

I muttered to myself as I suddenly thought of that.

And then he shook his head.

‘I don’t think so.’

Iron Swordsmanship is nothing more than a scarecrow that has been created and erected.

The real ones will resist the fear caused by this seeping chaos, and will feed their will with fear.

And that’s… .

Kwajik.

It will be more interesting.

Lee Rowoon looked at Cheol Jong-hwi’s face with a drowsy look on his feet.

Cheol Jong-hwi was unable to bring out even half of his strength.

His words were obvious.

A skirmish before facing the real thing.

So it’s just the beginning.

“End… .”

It was when Lee Ro-Won was about to announce the end.

The thick tendons on Cheol Jong-hwi’s face began to swell.

Kang Eun-ha, Jeong Ji-su, and Do Mu-seong, who had been pushing the enemies, retreated in an instant.

Something has changed.

“Here… It’s an iron sword… .”

A voice like a moan coming out of Cheol Jong-hwi’s mouth.

“And I… .”

From him, bets from the guards completely filled the top of the building.

“It’s Jonghwi Cheol.”

Blacked whites.

Cheol Jong-hwi’s body was almost double swollen.

Without throwing away even the sword, which was as good as limbs to the uninhabited.

“The porridge… uh… la… .”

His blunt fists slashed Lee Rowoon’s cheeks.

Iron, who spun around and fell off.

“Guild member-!”

Kang Eun-ha and others shouted in surprise and tried to approach Lee Rowoon.

However, Lee Rowoon, who had been thrown into the wall, was clearly smiling.

“Yes. It should be like this.”

It’s too easy.

Even though it is a preliminary battle, it is only a preparation process before the start, but it was very different from what he expected.

This is a game.

Compensation for the pain you have suffered.

Interesting not to fall asleep.

Dumpling.

Lee Rowoon walked out of the wall where he had been hit and laughed.

Of course, even this should be easy.

More than before.

Nevertheless, why do you think Yi-Woon is interesting?

“The leader of the Iron Sword Training… .”

Sir.

Cheol Jong-hwi has turned into a monster now.

“Magira.”

A magical energy that could not be hidden was exploding from him.

Duduk, Tuduk, Tuduk!

The bodyguards are changing their shape.

They could feel the magic in their bodies, and they were changing in an instant.

“Why… !”

Eunha Kang shouted in embarrassment, but Rowoon Lee was calm.

-I can’t find any traces of Cheonmagyo.

Even the great Black Si king could not find any traces of the Cheonmagyo.

He said that he could not find any traces of Cheonmagyo even in the open.

I thought that it would not be strange to think that Cheonmagyo had completely disappeared if even they didn’t know.

However, the clear Cheonmagi that was felt in the bloodsoil meant that the Cheonmakyo still existed.

Isn’t that strange?

You can’t find it anywhere, but it’s a Cheonmagyo that maintains its legacy.

The answer was right in front of me.

“You ate it.”

A sashimi named Jeongpa.

The devil resides in it.

“The porridge… uh… la!”

Cheol Jong-hwi rushes to Yi-woon again.

He said quietly.

“Permit the lifting of the ban.”

Cheol Jong-hwi’s magic and bet, which exploded while pushing the space, shook and distorted the space.

A voice slowly came into it.

It was a Magi that hid so deeply that it was impossible to find it for a profiteer who had not yet succeeded in defeating the Goddess of Heaven.

If it was the Cheonmagi, I would have known.

The magic that resided in Cheol Jong-hwi and others was never that kind of thing.

The low-purity garbage that has been warped and deteriorated over the years.

It was just cheap gasoline that burned and exploded everything it had.

But that allowed Chol Jong-hwi and his escort to survive even for a few seconds.

If it had been the Cheonmagi, it would have been impossible to resist Lee Rowoon.

Because she was just a piece of garbage, she was able to run away from her reason.

Therefore, the ban has been lifted.

The power that Hwa-Kyung and Hyeon-Kyung’s uninhabited by exploding magical energy cannot be overcome without being banned by Kang Eun-Ha and others.

And the results were now unfolding before my eyes.

Boom! thud!

One floor of a building that beats like a heart.

It was full of red blood and flesh.

“Turn it off… . turn it off… .”

Cheol Jong-hwi, who had completely betrayed his reason and turned into a monster, was crying in the midst of it.

Fear enough to return even the opposite sex.

It was living.

“This… this… radish… Son… .”

All he could see was blood red.

“Wow… long… .”

It was no longer the top of the iron sword building overlooking the entire city.

In the camouflage of some monster.

It was also the camouflage of a monster that devoured countless lives.

“You… Is… .”

I saw a drowsy man in front of him.

“I guess you didn’t know either.”

Lee Rowoon with red-tinted eyes slowly approached Chol Jong-hwi and said.

“The devil dwells within you.”

“Don’t… ?”

Their fear of death is triggered.

When those conditions were met, the magic that had settled in them burst out and engulfed them.

Lee Rowoon slowly grabbed Cheol Jong-hwi’s head and lifted it up.

Cheol Jong-hwi suddenly felt that his body was too light.

No, it’s like there’s nothing there.

No.

Nothing was left under his neck.

“It seems difficult to figure out what.”

Even they don’t know how to use magic.

Moreover, what kind of torture was used to obtain information from a person who had only his neck left?

“But thanks to you, I found something good.”

“Cheonma Bridge remains.”

The power slowly enters into Lee Rowoon’s hands, holding Cheol Jong-hwi’s head.

“I think it will be in the center of the meeting too.”

In the fading mind.

Cheol Jong-hwi groaned.

“I feel… buy… .”

Because he was putting an end to this excruciating pain.

The last floor of the building, which was like a monster’s camouflage, had returned to its original form.

At the beginning, it was just a fantasy that Cheol Jong-hwi felt through the life of Yi-Woon.

But now, only Lee Run and Kang Eun-ha’s servants were standing there.

“Come on.”

Iron said looking at them.

“This is the beginning.”

The iron sword has been removed.