After the Mokinwang’s entry into the battle—the fight continued for a while longer.
Thanks to this, Ha Seung-hoon was able to gain more experience in actual combat against strong opponents, but unfortunately, that time did not last long.
“Ugh! This damn old man···”
“Tsk tsk, I always told you to keep breathing. You disobeyed and fell into madness again, so this is how you ended up like this. When will you ever be of any use when you’re so weak and stupid?”
“What if you compare me, a human, with a monster’s body… No, more than that, that’s something to say to your disciple, whose body is so small… Keuk!”
“Oh my— Your breathing is getting disturbed again? If you just follow this teacher’s instructions properly, you should be able to shake off that level of injury and get up. It’s said that it has faded considerably over the generations, but there is definitely demon blood flowing in your veins.”
“Ugh, this fu*king dog. Someday, I will definitely···.”
“Hahaha! Look at that. Can’t you just do it? With this level of resilience, you should be able to get up in no time.”
A rag doll sprawled on the floor, its limbs twisted in all directions, its internal organs injured and bleeding from its nose and mouth. It had no intact part of itself, and the word rag fit the description.
Ha Seung-hoon’s eyes lit up as he looked at the old man standing in front of him, carrying a backpack with one hand behind his back and stroking his beard.
‘Nachalwang, one of the leaders of Geumodo. He was a key figure in a faction made up of monsters other than Yongjong, right? He must have exchanged greetings with Horus…’
However, since Horus’s connections were so concentrated on the dragons, he never had a chance to talk about his personal life.
Since it was named after the Yellow Dragon, it was inevitable that it would be at the center of a faction centered around dragons.
Of course, the factions weren’t at odds with each other because they had overcome difficult times together, but even if they were originally in the same class, they were bound to be divided into close groups and distant groups.
Moreover, didn’t King Nachael not participate in the final war to protect Geumodo Island, which had become an unoccupied island?
“Kururuk— Krun! Damn it, why···!”
At that moment, his gaze turned to the sound of heavy breathing coming from beside him.
There, the appearance of running wild like a natural disaster was gone, and instead, there was a huge, writhing creature in a messy state not much different from a madman.
“King of Hell! Why are you here when you should be in the underworld? How did you get here so quickly!”
“Hehe, just think of it as bad luck. Well, even if I hadn’t come forward, it would have been difficult for you to escape from Geumodo’s hands.”
“Don’t make me laugh! If only I had just a little more strength, if only I had just a little more time to eat the dragon child and grow stronger…!”
“Whatever you think, you are free to do so. You will be sealed in the Chamhoe-dong for the next thousand years, so you will have plenty of time to think on your own.”
“Ugh, this can’t be happening. It can’t end like this!”
Dool struggled violently to get out of the place somehow.
Twisting my body back and forth as it slowly began to regenerate.
But his resistance crumbled into nothing the moment the old man took out the bottle from his waistband and opened it.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh——! No, no——!”
A huge body that elongates and is sucked into a bottle, as if being swallowed by a black hole.
Likewise, the long, grotesque howl only came to a complete end when the lid was closed again.
‘···That’s amazing.’
The old man calmly fastened the sealed bottle to his waist. Ha Seung-hoon stared blankly at the Nachalwang, and inwardly stuck out his tongue.
He intervened at a moment when I thought I had reached my limit and turned the situation around in an instant.
Even though the opponent was clearly a great monster of the same level, the difference in level was so obvious that it felt stark.
‘Well, he’s one of the leaders, so he can’t be weak. Was sending Mokin Gwang first part of your training?’
His gaze turned to the man still writhing on the floor, swearing.
I knew it the moment I saw it.
The madness that was circulating ceaselessly inside a body at the crossroads of life and death was not only repairing the damaged body, but was also reborn into a stronger body.
‘It’s similar to Harley’s method. However, since the basic foundation is different, it can’t be compared in terms of efficiency.’
Moreover, the fact that he, who clearly had a little bit of monster blood mixed in him, went head-on against a superior being, a great monster, and survived, must have been of great help in training his mind, which was so mad that it was difficult for him to think normally.
And it will become the foundation he needs to overcome the walls of the present world in the future.
‘Of course, I also grew through this fight.’
He took a deep breath and contemplated his inner self.