Duke’s Quadruplets Are All Overpowered Chapter 359

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I checked the face reflected in the pond.

“It would be perfect to be ostracized because you are a person of color.”

Brown hair and brown eyes are common colors in Kunkan, but not in Wurim. Especially when ‘Lanistar’ was reigning as the king of monsters in Hyeonmu Forest, Saekmokin could be misunderstood as an evil cult.

“You taught me everything and then told me to use it in situations like this?”

I immediately raised my spirits. Lanista was able to use the art of flaying disguise, which was disparaged as a witchcraft of the evil factions, to an amazing extent. Excluding Melissa’s magic, his techniques were at the level of disguise magic. Of course, it had many disadvantages compared to disguise magic, but the important thing is that there was no reason for it to be discovered. Since it is a technique that completely changes the structure of the face, it goes undetected unless you know my original face.

In order to achieve other precise disguises, the magic user must have deep skill and excellent ‘eyesight’ – but of course it wasn’t a problem for me.

Crack, crack, crack!

I made my face look as similar to a martial artist as possible.

“hmm.”

If possible, be handsome.

“It’s okay.”

The appearance has been resolved.

“Now.”

I often heard stories about the martial arts from the Lanistas, but most of them were self-mocking criticism of how ferocious and foolish they were, how much they loved fighting, and how much they valued honor. If my bias is correct, I don’t need to be polite here. Most people with power are arrogant and develop arbitrary personalities. As someone who somewhat sympathizes with the argument that courtesy is self-defense for moments when servitude is necessary, I was excited to see how much I would become a defenseless person.

To put it simply.

It means that the words that come out are good only when the words that go are good.

After climbing down the cliff to the foot of the mountain, I found a small guest house. There was a sour smell in the shabby cabin that looked like it had been roughly built from logs put together. People were coming and going on the only street leading to the guesthouse, and the inside of the guesthouse was crowded with people drinking.

They didn’t care about me as an outsider. It means that they are also outsiders. To begin with, there were too many customers for an old inn in such a rugged mountainous area. There was plenty of alcohol, but no food, so most people were just drinking smelly soup. Moorim, they are Moorim people. Humans and non-humans that we only heard about in Lanista’s stories. I was nervous, but I didn’t show it. I slowly looked around the room. If we lower the standards – they are definitely the ones with quite a bit of power in Moorim. This means that even if your skills are only intermediate, you will be at least halfway there. Everyone learned martial arts. Not all martial artists can master internal skills. Of course, they are not ordinary people. Strange strangers gathered on a rugged mountain with nothing in sight for a purpose. I vaguely realized why I woke up here.

Even those who carry concealed weapons.

There were some who openly put it on the table.

The only one without a weapon was old Jeomsoi, who was taking orders.

The narrow room was crowded with people, but the conversation was not loud.

There were some people like me who walked alone, but most of them gathered in groups of twos or threes and talked privately. They did not like to make their conversation known, so they communicated through telephony, a method of secretly transmitting sounds. However, it sounded clear to me. Someone said something about hunting. Also, the prey was hiding in the mountains. I even found out that he was a martial artist. I found out why they were not interested in me. Unless they were part of the group, they were all competitors and enemies.

And judging by the flow.

Clearly, the ‘achievement’ they are after is the one I am looking for.

There was an empty seat and I sat down.

My appetite was gone as I had nothing but smelly porridge, but there was still information I wanted to hear.

“That is the position we have assigned to you, so please go somewhere else.”

As soon as I sat down, my companions who were far behind me walked up and spoke.

The guys who just came to visit took over the place. Being young, traveling alone, and hiding my strength, I was the most vulnerable ‘underdog’ in this place to them.

“hot.”

It didn’t feel bad. Instead, I laughed. Ah, the justification comes naturally.

Provoking them wasn’t that difficult. People get very angry when they are ignored. What would happen to a martial arts person with a strong desire for honor? The person who spoke to me in a rather polite manner slowly started to ‘warm up’ as I closed my mouth after a short laugh.

“hey! Young guy. “Are you deaf?”

Five guys sat on the chair without permission.

I carefully observed their movements. heavy water. The skills of a second-class warrior. I won’t go anywhere and get beaten up, but I have the skills to not be able to ‘get hit hard’. However, since there are five of them together, it’s worth shouting quite loudly. The large man who started the fight with me looks like the leader of the group. The look in his eyes is more brutal than the scars around his eyes. This is a person who won’t even blink an eye at killing people. Judging by the old sword on his belt and the stained clothes, he appears to be short on money.

I consistently ignored it.

thud!

The guy pulled out a knife and stuck it on the table. An old sword has a sharp blade that can cut people down at any time. The words ‘Samun (杉雲)’ were engraved on the blade, and it seemed to belong to their sect. As I frowned at the writing, his subordinate came forward and said,

“He is the lucky thief of the Three Woon Family Heads. “If you were a Buddhist priest, there’s no way you wouldn’t know, right?”

I couldn’t understand the guy who was shouting loudly. I am not a martial artist, but I have heard many stories from Lanista, the supreme leader of the martial forest. Huashanpa, Geomhwadong, Shaolin, Kunlun… … . There are numerous armed groups in the martial arts world, but Samwoonjang has never heard of them. This was the era when Lanista was active, and if you don’t know that he mastered all martial arts –

It means it’s not worth knowing.

“haha.”

People who have nothing to show off tend to place great importance on their origins. He made me laugh because he was a nobody and introduced himself so confidently. Compared to the recent association with beings like devils and gods, it felt as insignificant as an insect showing off its poisonous sting. As he chuckled, the proud man’s face became grimly distorted.

“The wanderer is so fearless! “Oh, I was just trying to warm up before the hunt, so I guess I’ll just have to kill you.”

He was a vicious bastard. The guy reaches out and grabs his knife. A world where people cut off people for ignoring them, this is Moorim. However, there was no need for adaptation. Rather, I was more familiar with this kind of world.

When the leader stepped forward, the other four men also drew their swords.

As if they were used to it, the martial arts people in the guesthouse did not react much.

However, I kept my eyes open and my ears up, watching the situation.

Even if I get killed by them, they will just pass it off as if it were everyday life.

On the other hand, they would be surprised if I killed them, but they would think it had nothing to do with them.

I decided to put an end to their illusion relatively quickly.

From the moment I entered the guesthouse.

The humans here are screwed.

square!

They wouldn’t have known what happened until right before they died.

I crossed my arms and looked at their faces. Death is such a trivial thing. The table wasn’t broken. Instead, the heads of human waste were placed in place of food. Let alone a fight, there was no blood splattered. The five headless remains were sitting quietly on chairs, and the separated heads were placed on the table. The faces of the dead people were frozen in place at the moment they wanted to kill me, distorted in a vicious way.

I sighed and stood up. I tried to muster up at least some sense of guilt at the sight of five heads and a cannibal’s table, but I couldn’t feel anything. Are there still any ‘aftereffects’?

visor-! visor-!

As soon as I got up from my seat, the martial arts people in the room all stepped back and each took out their weapons. If he had died in an ordinary fight, he wouldn’t have reacted like that. Among the dozens of martial artists, only a few people realized how I killed them. And they were sitting in a cold sweat. Only those who vaguely guessed that I was an ‘expert’ showed hostility. I treated the martial people who were nervous as they adjusted the hilt of their swords in a relaxed manner.

“Hmm.”

A strong person will hold a lot of information.

I watched those sitting behind those who were hostile.

I decided to use it.

The power of the demon king engraved on the Cheonan barrel.

Raziel, Jinan’s eyes have been activated.

‘Information’ appeared next to the observing martial artist.

The man caught red-handed.

A swordsman with a great sword on his back that is as big as his body.

The level was strong enough to take on a thousand soldiers.

[Lee Gu-cheon]

his name.

lack.

I wanted more in-depth information.

Jinan accepts the will and briefly unfolds the history engraved on him.

[Lee Gu-cheon, the master demon demon of Dosubang]

I felt like I could get more information out of it. For example, I can organize the energy and strength I feel into a more convenient ‘number’. The power he has. Combat power, yes, combat power. While they were watching them with their Cheonan tubes flashing, some reckless martial arts people who did not understand the situation attacked them with their deadly attacks. However, before he could take two steps, he lost consciousness and fell down. No matter how many there were, I was the one who controlled the area. The only ones who can move without permission are those stronger than me. I can assure you that such a person did not exist here.

[Lee Gu-cheon, the master demon demon of Dosubang.]

[Combat power.]

[…] ‘6’]

[…] ‘4’]

Information becomes increasingly clear. His power engraved in your eyes.

[‘640’]

Raziel’s power to record everything quantified the power of the viewing object. This was the result of reflecting my thoughts and will. The definition of combat power was designated as ‘one ordinary soldier armed with iron weapons.’ His combat power is 640, which means he can slaughter 640 soldiers alone.

“It’s convenient.”

Is it because it was a power that was achieved through thousands of regressions?

This extremely convenient power felt as if it had been guided for me.

Raziel’s true vision was like a compass to me as I had to face countless ‘unknowns’ in the future.

After passing through the red-handed thief and the bloodthirsty thief, I also confirmed the combat power of other strong people.

Four young men and women. The group dressed in blue silk clothes sat firmly and did not put down their tea cups even in the harsh situation. But the sound came and went non-stop. They seem very curious about my identity. I guess he understood that I was strong, but he wasn’t afraid.

[Moyongse Lee Hwageom Moyongbu]

[The theory that Moyongse used his training sword]

[Moyongse, Moyongjehwi of the North Cheolseong Fist]

[Moyongse Officer Gulim]

They were young warriors of the Moyong family. I hit my head in an instant… Compared to the origins of the now-forgotten bastards, the ‘Moyongsega’ is a strong armed group made up of blood relatives that even Lanista recognizes. In contrast to his pure white skin and dark features, his aura was extremely violent.

The combat power exceeded 5,000. Although they are weaker than the man in red, they are the strongest group in this guesthouse in that there are only four of them. In addition, there were six other warriors with outstanding combat power. The fact that the powerful have gathered in such a remote place means that the martial arts they are pursuing is-

“good.”

I said with a calm smile.

“First of all, I’m warning you, don’t fight back.”

If it were me ‘in the past’, I wouldn’t kill you.

now.

Honestly, I don’t know.

“What I want is information.”

At that moment, the masked people hiding in the seams of the ceiling rushed in. The others were confused as they couldn’t figure out who the guy was. But I had been keeping an eye on him from the moment I entered the guesthouse.

[Leukoru Younghyeolsu]

The nameless killer was hiding in secret and wanted to kill me.

A guy who plunges a dagger into your throat with quick movements.

I silently said, ‘I accepted it.’

Kwasik!

Salsu’s dagger had a sharply polished blade and was so powerful that it could even cut through steel. However, it was unable to penetrate my neck, which seemed soft at first glance, and ended up breaking again. I warned them. I held onto the panicked killer’s head and slowly. Very leisurely.

Quad Deuk!

It exploded.

Blood was splattered.

I crushed it with my hand, but there was no blood on it.

The assassin’s life was taken away with only the outer covering of his body.

Huh!

The young warriors of the Moyong family were frightened by the cruel sight.

The red-haired man untied the mando from his back and placed it on the floor.

He looked at me silently, avoided eye contact, and lowered his head. It was a clear sign of surrender.

“As long as you answer the question.”

They are martial people who are governed by the logic of power.

In other words, it means that they are more sensitive to ‘power’ than anyone else.

I made it clear who was the strongest here.

“I’ll give you my life.”

fantasy,