Surviving as a Rival in a Martial Arts Novel

Chapter 99 – Jeongma Dialogue Agreement Chapter (02)

Ban Gyu-seong, Cheonma, and Geumseonmahu came in.

There are a few more people I know, but people don’t care, so I guess I can say that people are crazy about those three.

Thanks to this, the Murim Alliance was in an uproar, because the Cheonma was heading to the Murim Alliance for the first time since the Murim Defense League was robbed by the Demon Cult and the Cheonma invaded hundreds of years ago.

Some veterans refuted this by saying that they were drawing the Demon Cultists into the Murim Alliance, but since Daejeon Gak was unilaterally taken away by Heuk Gwang-mu, the leader of the Black Moon Clan, not long ago, they had to join hands with the Demon Cult at least until the Black Moon Cult was destroyed. Since the opinion was so mainstream, it was considered a minor complaint.

“Welcome. Welcome to the Murim Alliance, new Heavenly Demon.”

When Taeeuljingeom welcomed him, Cheonma just nodded his head arrogantly. Although he corrected his appearance in his own way, he couldn’t stop the hands of the martial arts warriors from instantly reaching for their weapons at the sight of him receiving such hospitality from an elderly man over 90 years old. There was none.

‘Well, given that guy’s personality… He should have been polite in his own way.’

I don’t know if his personality changed as he learned the Heavenly Demon’s magic, or if he acts like that because he needs to show his dignity as a Heavenly Demon.

Around him and Geumseon Mahu, there were 50 Cheonmadae guards, and whereas before they had been divided into Majindae and Mahoudae to differentiate between genders, now they were a mixture of male and female masters.

‘Everyone is well trained’

You can feel the energy of each and every one of them as a top-notch expert, and rarely, as a peak expert.

It was an elite group that could have wiped out any sect, or even one of the old factions, with its power, but in front of the overwhelming force of the Murim Alliance, it was as good as nothing. However, even in such a situation, Cheonma was confidently walking into the Murim Alliance.

‘A fearless guy… If it were me, I would intentionally waste time in front of you and lay the groundwork for you to not treat you carelessly.’

“hehehehe. It looks like he’s confident in his skills. He came in without hesitation.”

Rather, as if he liked the sight, the Murim lord Taeeuljin came out to greet them.

Jincheondae, the most powerful bodyguard that protects the Murim Lord, and the most powerful Cheonmadae that protects the Heavenly Demon of the Demonic Cult.

Jincheondae had about 200 men and Cheonmadae had about 50 men, so the total number was less than 300, but their level was one of the most powerful forces in the martial arts world.

‘The story of how much power was drawn…’

This is not simply a call for the Murim Alliance and the Demonic Cult to become friendly with each other.

This time, we found out that the headquarters of the Black Moon Party was in Yunnan, so we requested the available forces from the Demonic Cult to attack there and were preparing to enter the final battle by training the martial arts masters.

Once the structure to enter their home base from Yunnan was figured out, an unprecedented alliance between the Murim League and Demonic Religion in history was concluded here.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Taeeuljingeom Oh Hwajun, who has recently ascended to the position of Murim lord.”

“Nice to meet you. This is the 47th Cheonma.”

The warriors of the Murim League frowned again at the short speech, but they could not help each other as they saw the Cheonmadae raising their demons in a vicious manner.

Originally, it is a political situation because from here on, we have to decide who will help each other and who will be the leader for the sake of each other’s pride, but Cheonma proudly shouted while looking at the Murim lord.

“I don’t know much about this. So I’ll leave the operation to the elder.”

‘Huh? Rather, the Geumseon Demon is simpler and the fine hair is the type that the Heavenly Demon wields…’

However, since it is unsophisticated for the Heavenly Demon to calculate various benefits, it seems that after finishing the conversation with the Geumseon Demon, he had decided to speak in advance.

“Oh, that’s also sympathizing. Here too, the wise woman Jinang of the Zhuge family will share her opinion on her behalf, and she is renowned as a tactician for the Murim Alliance, so there will be nothing lacking.”

As if she had been waiting, the leader of the Murim Alliance claimed that she was an unmanned person and handed over the strategy meeting to her advisor.

That Zhuge Yanji is fake.

As the twin sister whom I saved from being captured by the Black Moon Party at that time, the real Zhuge Yanzhi went to Yunnan with the information network of the Zhuge family and the government, so the person currently active in the Murim Alliance was her double.

Well, people may not know because there was almost no difference in her abilities externally, but I was able to immediately tell that she was a fake from her relatively more calm and calm appearance.

‘Now… How did we manage to get this far safely…’

The problem was with one beautiful woman among the Cheonmadae guards.

It was short before, but now her hair had grown quite a bit and was flowing down to her waist. She was a beautiful woman, and her eyes, which had been anxiously searching for someone, stopped at me and remained fixed.

‘I thought he would be back by now’

She had an uncomfortable expression on her face as she looked at my bandage visible through the clothes, but since it was an official situation, she was just waiting patiently.

“……Then let’s use this to conclude a temporary non-aggression pact until we defeat Black Moon.”

“As the 47th Heavenly Demon of the Demonic Cult, I promise not to attack the Murim Alliance for a limited time until her Blood Cult is destroyed.”

The public event ended with the Murim Lord and her Heavenly Demon holding hands.

‘Where should I go first?’

Then from now on it was private time.

As my acquaintances return at the same time, I worry about who to visit first.

First of all, I thought it would be a good idea to meet the twins of the Demonic Cult who came as her guests and show some level of friendship, but there was a possibility that I would run into them if I entered the residence given to her Demonic Cult members…

‘Let’s tell Ban Gyu-seong that he did a good job and go together…’

“Young master’ wounds are increasing every time I see him.”

But while I was worrying, she came to me first.

“…..It’s been a while. Gyu Sojeo.”

“It’s been a while, Mr. Practitioner.”

He came up to me without any sense of distance and looked at my collar. Seeing my upper body being tighter than necessary, he seemed to have noticed that I was wearing bandages.

“Now it’s just a scratch that doesn’t even hurt.”

I tried to check her wounds by untying the bandage, but I euphemistically refused to hold Gyu Sojeo’s hand, so she didn’t touch her hand anymore.

“It’s a natural thing for martial people.”

“Yes… I guess so.”

As if feeling something big wall, Sojeo Gyu took his hand away from my body with a sad expression.

Even though she likes her basically peaceful ways, she knows that force is necessary.

Even just the victim and her condition that occurred when Yakgok was taken over by Mozi and the Black Moon Party, it would not have been resolved without me.

That’s why she didn’t want me to fight because she didn’t want me to get hurt, but she was also the one who knew best that I needed my strength.

“This is the first time I’ve felt as helpless as I do now.”

“No. Gyu Sojeo…”

“We cannot help prevent the wounds from increasing on the practitioner’s body, and all we can do is treat the wounds that have already been inflicted.”

I had to keep her mouth shut without being able to say a word of comfort to her because of her carelessness.

“Everything will soon be over. If I come back then…”

I don’t usually say things like this, but now that the end is finally in sight, I was carefully saying something that would give me some hope.

The end of Black Moon is in sight. It’s finally time for it to end.

For me, who has had a hard time enduring the shadow of the dark moon, the time to find happiness is finally approaching.

“Is that possible?”

“Yes. Everything ends when you defeat the most powerful person except the Black Moon Lord with the Sword Saint’s Revenge.”

Of course, he didn’t think that he would win without getting hurt while dealing with Heyue.

Rather, I am prepared to give up at least one arm.

But it will come back. No, it’s coming back.

“Master. You clearly promised to return to me now, right?”

“Yes.”

I usually don’t give confirmation or make promises, but now I was making a promise to her with her hopes in mind.

When he held out her little finger to her as if she were a child, she instinctively held out her little finger as well, although she did not really know what this meant.

I gave her her promise by hooking her fingers over hers, and even gave her a copy of her contract by spreading her hands.

“I promise you this. I will definitely return to Soje Gyu.”

“……”

Tears flow from Sojeo Gyu’s eyes.

“Are you sure you’ll come back?”

“Yes.”

“No harm this time…?”

“I can’t guarantee that.”

It is difficult to think of the fact that Saji could win with the leader of the Black Moon Party intact.

“But I promise. No matter how injured I am, I will definitely go to Soger Gyu and get treated.”

“Really…”

With a crying face, Gyu Sojeo buried his head in my chest and whispered.

“You are the worst… Patient…”

“But I will go back.”

“Then I’ll wait at Yakgok…”

Even with her tear-filled eyes, Gyu So looked up at me, trying to force a smile while her face was distorted.

“Please be sure to come back. No matter how injured you are, I will treat you.”

“Yes. When everything is over. Definitely.”

Yes. When that time comes, let’s tell Soger Gyu the truth.

And if you accept my heart, then…

* *

“Wow…”

In the hands of Heo Wol, the head of the Black Moon Party, the head of the Black Moon God is cut off.

At least he flinched when dealing with the leader of the second party, Heuk Gwang-mu, but in front of the leader of the first party, he reacted in a daze while all his bodyguards were cut down, and then he was beheaded and his head and body were severed.

“Jeildangju! What are you doing?”

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A frighteningly clean slash.

The head of the Samdang was astonished to see his own dying body spouting out his blood as the slash struck him without any sense of heterogeneity, as if he had not been attached to his body from the beginning.

‘Why me… Why me!!’

He recruited most of the heads of the Black Moon Party. Except for the heads of the second party and the heads of the sixth party, who came on their own and the head of the first party brought them personally.

Like Chugeom, who was the head of the old clan in the past, he attracted masters who had difficulty working in the midfield, supported them by handing them treasured swords and elixirs, and increased the power of the Black Moon Party by giving them a sense of belonging that they did not have with Marasimgong.

So, thinking that he is the true head of the Black Moon clan and not the head of the clan, he is contemplating whether to neutralize the information network of the Murim Alliance that has recently invaded the vicinity of Yunnan and relocate, or whether to destroy the main force of the Murim Alliance and the Demonic Cult through a counterattack.

Heukdo Hewol, the leader of the first party, beheaded him.

‘Why…’

The head of the first party shouts as he lifts the head of the three main leaders, Heukwoo Shintong, asking why.

“I was unable to protect the head of the clan. That is why it is true.”

“The leader of the first dynasty! You have to put your head on the line now!”

Not knowing what to do, Oh Dang-ju insisted that he should grab Samdang-ju’s struggling body and attach it to him.

If he had a Mara Shim attack and a clean slash with the black sword, he could have been saved while his head was still attached.

“……”

“If the three leaders die now, the source of the Mara Heart Gong will be damaged and the real people will run riot!”

“For now, we must keep him alive.”

The head of the sadang calmly judged the situation and gave advice.

“The current strength of the Black Moon Party is currently being replenished due to losses suffered by the Murim Alliance and the Demonic Cult, but since the leader of the three parties filled the army with troops he personally rescued, if he dies, the main force of the Black Moon Party will be disbanded.”

He was saying that we should calmly keep the three leaders alive and plan for the future.

“Currently, there are plans to relocate the Black Moon Party, but since the three clan owners own the site, if we kill them, we will be unable to do anything and will have to fight against the combined forces of the Murim Alliance and the Demonic Cult.”

But the first leader had no answer.

“Are you executing the three lords because they sent Mozi to Yakguk to exploit your weakness?”

At the words of the Sadangju Black Lion Sword, the expressions on the faces of the three lords, who were left with only their necks, were astonished.

It was an expression asking how they knew that, but the head of the sadang and the head of the first party were just glaring at each other.

“Have you forgotten what my name is?”

Heo Moon (虛月).

It meant that the moon was completely empty.

“Ever since I joined the Black Moon Hall, the moon has not risen in my heart.”

In reality, unlike the universe being reflected in Lee Dang-ju’s hair, nothing is reflected in the black sword.

“Is that so? Then why…”

“He sent the head of this party to cause internal strife. As a result, he caused the head of the party to be hurt.”

A black sword is aimed at the heads of the three leaders, with only their heads remaining.

It has no thickness, so when it is pointed at from the front, it is a black sword so thin that it cannot be measured.

“That’s why I impose the death penalty.”

“Marasimgong must be maintained.”

“No need.”

“Then please prove it.”

At the cold voice of the Sadangju, the black sword that was cutting off the Samdangju’s nose stops moving.

“The fact that this isn’t happening for personal reasons.”

“……”

“If it were not for the three heads of clans, those of us who gathered together in a situation where you were absent would have been wiped out. Therefore, if you are trying to replace him, prove your qualifications.”

“Does my powerlessness need proof?”

“Not as a warrior, but as someone who must lead the Black Moon Party.”

Yukdangju pulled on Sadangju’s arm and told him to stop, but he did not back down.

“Prove that you are Heo Wol. Gyu Sanhyeok.”