Disciple of the Three Kings

Volume 4 Episode 12+

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Ha Se-min’s face contorted at Lee Rowoon’s words, but then came back.

“You are such a person.”

I thought of something.

I thought of the slightest possibility that he might return to his story.

‘I’m too late.’

To expect something that won’t happen.

You have always lived in your calculations.

Even if it’s a small thing, I’ve lived my life based on profit and loss.

I thought that was my role.

The role of supporting Heukshi, no Haomen.

And I thought that that role was given to me by my god, Hajin.

But at this moment, Ha Se-min looked at Lee Row-won and didn’t count.

The ground he was standing on was dug out.

The bets emanating from his body were pressured and crushed the ground.

“Good friend… Could it have been?”

Reckless.

The opposite of yourself.

That’s why Ha Se-min was sometimes annoyed, but it was good.

“You are too cheeky.”

Ha Se-min laughed at Lee Rowoon’s words.

“The sweet word friend is hard to believe.”

“Your subordinates can do it.”

“Bukhara.”

To become a subordinate to the Black Shi King of the world.

“You said it from the beginning. Black Shi, no, Haomen is mine. It is only natural that you, who belong there, will become my subordinates.”

Ha Se-min erased the smile on his lips.

The more you try to understand the other person, the deeper you feel.

“I’m sorry.”

Hasemin’s arm moved as if drawing a strange shape.

“As long as I’m alive, I can’t hand over Haomen to anyone.”

A completely changed tone and face.

It wasn’t the smirk, sometimes warm, and sometimes exhausted man standing there.

Paget, phage.

There was a man standing there that would fit the word so well.

You can feel the strong will not to back down with your lips and puffy eyes.

Territ.

A needle-like energy that pierces Lee Rowoon’s skin.

Ha Se-min’s life was conveying his sincerity.

Ha Se-min’s fist finally stopped moving.

The fist stretches out in a straight line as if representing beauty.

Rumble rumble!

With the sound of thunder.

There was a big hole in Lee Rowoon’s chest.

It was a black thunderbolt.

“Black King Cheonroe Kwon.”

The absolute gods of Haomen.

It was the name of a martial artist that only Munju and his successors could learn.

The lightning fist of a king in the dark.

Ha Se-min gave the martial artist’s name and looked at Rowoon.

A large hole in the chest.

The body of such a raven began to fade and turn red.

A blood clone.

The clone made of blood was already there.

Hasemin clenched his fist once more, not too late.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Quang!

Thunderbolt that exploded and exploded.

Slurp.

Lee Rowoon, who was hit by the Black King Cheonroe Sphere, stepped back and was pushed back.

As if to prove that he wasn’t an alter ego this time, a black spark was fluttering in Lee Rowoon’s chest.

“Don’t be arrogant because you won the Heavenly Rang.”

Hasemin growled like a wolf and said.

The head of the lore, cheonrang.

He was one of the dungeon keepers of the laws of the world.

His realm is uninhabited, life and death.

He fell into the category of monsters.

On the other hand, the realm of the Black Si king and Ha Se-min.

‘Hyunkyung.’

Hyunkyung is also of a high state, and although it is worthy of being one of the strongest in silver, it was by no means comparable to that of life and death.

To cross the border is to cross the wall.

It also raises the rank.

From insect to human.

Until that human becomes a giant.

Such a difference could not be bridged without special power.

“I am stronger than the cheonrang now.”

Ha Se-min.

“Where do you think this is?”

The king of black poetry.

“I am the black king.”

The laws of the world made the heavens.

The laws of the world strengthen Hasemin.

The will of the world, the will to protect the world.

It is inhabited by Ha Se-min against an intruder named Lee Run.

Ha Se-min, who had disappeared, appeared in front of Lee Run’s nose and clenched a fist in his stomach.

If you get hit at least once by the Black King Cheonroe Feng, your blood will be twisted and your bet will burn.

No matter how beneficial it may be, it will take some time to recover.

If I missed that moment, I couldn’t say I was uninhabited.

Looks like the champ is trying to finish off the corner by pushing the opposing boxer.

Ha Se-min’s fists filled with the power of a black thunderbolt pounded on Lee Rowoon’s body non-stop.

Uh-uh… bang!

Ha Se-min’s bet fell on the sky, and black thunderbolts were falling.

“Cheonma Bridge… .”

A voice came out of Lee Rowoon’s mouth, who had been driven mercilessly.

“Why did the Hoe devour Cheonma Bridge… ?”

It wasn’t something that could be said with a fist like a thunderbolt.

Iron’s body shakes without mercy.

Nevertheless, Lee Ron said.

“Are you really for Haomen?”

Ha Se-min is for Hao-mun.

Ha Se-min did not betray Hao-men.

Ha Se-min would not have passed Hao-mun to the meeting.

‘I think so.’

Lee Ron thought so.

But I have no choice but to ask.

“Why did you hide it… ?”

Because human beings were no longer trustworthy to Lee Ro-Won.

Ha Se-min’s fist fits right into Lee Rowoon’s chest.

He fell to the ground with his whole body turned pale.

“Because it’s not the Cheonmagyo you’re looking for.”

Ha Se-min said to Lee Rowoon, who had fallen, probably thinking that victory and defeat had been decided.

“That’s… reason… is it?”

The voice that comes out of the mouth of the fallen Lee Rowoon.

It was a very tenacious life indeed.

Even so, Ha Se-min said frankly, whether he thought he would not be able to overcome himself in the end.

“The information was controlled by Moonju.”

“Moonju… .”

“For Moonju.”

Ha Se-min opened her eyes again.

Pagit! Hold on!

Black lightning flashed across his right fist and flew across his shoulder.

“Because you think of them as brothers too. Before I was sure of your identity, I couldn’t hand over the information.”

“Okay. That would be the answer.”

“Information about blood cults… I will not pass it on to the end.”

Ha Se-min saw the end and thought it was the last consideration he could give him.

His right fist fell without hesitation towards Yi Rowoon’s myeongchi.

Koo… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

All the bets I had placed exploded, and a thunderbolt fell.

Not from heaven to earth.

From earth to sky.

Soaring black thunderbolt, there will be nothing left in the place where this thunderbolt disappears… .

“I promise too.”

A clear voice from within the black thunderbolt.

“Don’t tell me how to live. You and Moonju too.”

Ha Se-min hastily crossed her arms.

“Haomundo.”

Ha Se-min fell on the floor with pain in his arms crossed on both sides.

“Be mine.”

A good thing that must have been burned out.

It wasn’t even a blood clone.

The body of a clear benefactor.

Looking at it now, it was like that.

Your body is charred.

But the body… .

Ugh.

It was playing back.

“I’ll show you. The god your muse has been waiting for.”

The top is charred to ashes.

Red blood began to draw on it.

A blood demon who is said to have reached the ultimate goal of a blood demon.

The blood inside the body circulates rapidly, amplifying the flow of betting.

Blood that could not overcome the flow seeps into the skin and has a tattoo-like shape.

At this time, the amplification of bets is indeed several to tens of times.

Fuck! puck! Fuwaak!

If you have only achieved the achievement of the Blood Demon God, you will never reach the stage of the Blood Demon God.

The body cannot handle the rapidly rotating and exploding internal force.

Lee Rowoon’s eyes turned red.

Skin all over his body tore and burst, and blood gushed out.

To complete the Blood Demon.

‘The Goddess of Heaven.’

Chunma Godgong who controls the body is absolutely necessary.

The play.

When you reach sanctification.

The broken body could be restored accordingly.

He was standing there.

A torn top, a bloody tattoo painted on the exposed upper body.

Tears of blood flowing down that face.

The shape of the blood demon shown in the Blood Prince.

But add that.

A purple sphere floated behind Lee Rowoon’s back and began to spin.

One, two, three, four… .

The spheres, which were gradually increasing in number, eventually reached six and began to burn greatly.

Ha Se-min opened her mouth in amazement without realizing it.

How can I describe that scene?

There was a word that came to mind.

“Don’t… god… .”

A look that can only be found in ancient scriptures.

Is it correct to call that a human?

“Jincheon.”

Ha Se-min raised her eyes at Lee Rowoon’s voice.

“I heard that Haomen called Xinma that way.”

Lee Rowoon’s gaze looking beyond Hasemin’s.

Ha Se-min’s gaze followed Lee Row-won’s gaze without realizing it.

‘Jincheonru!’

The symbol of Hao Mun, which has been with Hao Mun for a long time.

“No, what are you going to do… .”

Lee Rowoon’s fists moved in a strange shape.

Once again, Ha Se-min was astonished.

What he’s doing.

“The Black King… Thunderbolt.”

Because I realized that it was my own martial arts, the Black King Cheonroe.

Minin, who has reached the stage, can do whatever it takes to imitate the martial arts of others.

Manryu Guijong.

It is said that even if there are ten thousand kinds, if they reach the end, they will eventually reach one.

As if to prove the meaning, there is one at the end of every group, so a warrior who reached a certain level was able to easily imitate the martial arts of lower ranks.

But it wasn’t the Black King Cheonroe Feng.

The best and strongest martial arts that have been with Haomun’s history.

“What is created by man has a will.”

The words that came out of Lee Rowoon’s mouth.

But for some reason, the voice didn’t seem to belong to him.

“The same is true of nothingness.”

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooing.

“I saw the will of Haomun.”

In the beginning, Ha Se-min was never able to defeat Lee Ro-won.

The will contained in the first Black King Cheonroe Sphere.

And the will that has developed over thousands of years proves it.

‘Atonement.’

The will in this fist was atonement.

At first, it was created to protect someone, but as the years passed, other wills took hold.

‘I lost my will to kill.’

It’s about getting rid of the flesh itself towards someone special.

The symbol of Hao Mun, a being that can never be killed by martial arts.

Hao Mun proved his loyalty with that.

Finally, Lee Rowoon’s fist, which had taken the flag-up ceremony, is extended.

Par.

The sound of air escaping.

Paaaaaaaah!

But that was just a small sound buried in the blast that followed.

Rurrrrrrr! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Black thunderbolts fall from the sky, just like Hasemin did.

No, black and red lightning bolts.

Falled towards the top of Jincheonru.

Power beyond humans.

Eternal, invincible, immortal power.

“I… .”

The flame of the torch that circled behind Lee Rowoon’s back is extinguished.

“It is Jincheon.”