The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 420

Episode 420 Please take care of my disciple.

The white-robed student asked me.

“Munju.”

“why.”

“What’s the point of fighting a fight you can’t win?”

I looked at the expression on the white student’s face and answered.

“In the past, when you attacked the master with the students, did you have a chance of winning?”

“There was half of it. “Because I prepared for a long time.”

So, it seems that the white-robed scholar did not expect that he would deal with the religious leader one-on-one even while coming to Hwasan.

“Perhaps senior Cheonak took responsibility for many of the sins you committed. One-on-one has that meaning. Accepting the results alone. This is a moment where you, who have always used Senior Cheonak’s power in a spiteful manner, have to deal with it on your own. Fortunately, the fight in the volcano is not life or death. There is a competition in front of me that will be a more valuable process than the outcome of winning or losing… … Why are you only concerned about defeat? “It also has a nickname called Baekuimuje.”

As I was trying to convey some words of encouragement, Baek Yi-seo-saeng muttered in a self-deprecating tone.

“It’s White Clothes Muje… … “Sir, I am ready.”

The leader answered as if it was unexpected.

“I thought you were going to suggest a light-air competition or something else.”

The white student said.

“Oh, before that, let’s just point out one thing.”

“What.”

“Sending ganja has been a consistent practice since I was a student in the past.”

“Know.”

“The church also sent us ganja and was caught several times. Let’s think of it as business. “I also had a hard time picking out the ganja who was my disciple.”

At this time, a man with his head slightly lowered appeared and moved towards the blood cultist’s sword that had fallen on the ground. I wondered if someone had suddenly appeared, but it was a senior coachman whom I had never seen up close.

I spoke to the driver who was taking the sword.

“Master Coach, thank you for your hard work. “Take a piece of meat too.”

The driver carrying the Great Cloud Sword looked at me with a slightly surprised expression.

“You still have a showdown left.”

“The leader of the cult is someone you can’t control with a sword, so take it.”

Only then did I make eye contact with the driver and then gave him a shot as he approached me. The coachman, carrying two long swords, spoke to the religious leader.

“I’m going back.”

Come to think of it, the famous sword of the Heavenly Demon Church is kept in a carriage outside the manor. Of course, the driver’s skills could not have been poor, but it was evident that he was extremely careful with his behavior in front of the leader and us. Therefore, the depth of the footwork could not be confirmed.

The leader asked Baek Yi-seo-saeng.

“Are you ready?”

“I’m ready.”

The religious leader said.

“Another disciple of Heukseon. Let’s see his skills.”

“Do you know Master?”

“Of course you should know. The leader of the Sentai clan, the leader of the Sentai clan, and the Heukseon were my goals when I was young. “It’s been quite a long time since I couldn’t take those three lightly.”

The leader and the disciple stood up together and moved to a wide open space.

All the people watching came towards me and took their seats again. Somehow, there was a consensus that more space should be secured.

The only man walking around was Maehwajangju.

We relighted the torches that had been extinguished here and there, and occasionally picked up stones that were lying on the floor and threw them far away. He carefully looked to see if there was anything that could be a variable, as if he were solely responsible for the business that took place here.

The religious leader’s expression was always unrecognizable, so there was nothing worth seeing.

The expression on the white student’s face was worth seeing.

Because of my personality, I would hate to have a one-on-one relationship with the cult leader… … . That feeling was visible in his facial expression.

The white-robed student spoke to the religious leader with his back to me.

“I have hated you for a long time.”

“I see. Why?”

“I hated you before I even found the reason.”

“Do you understand now?”

“I think I get the idea.”

“Because he’s similar to your master?”

“There’s that, but in the end, I guess I hated myself because I felt like I was becoming like you. Now that I’m honest, I’ll tell you. If I hadn’t met Hao Wenzhou at some point, you and I would have been fighting for the best in the world in terms of notoriety.”

The leader answered with a slight smile.

“You have finally escaped from your master’s shadow.”

“Can you interpret it that way? “It sounds like a gift.”

The white-robed scholar erased his smile and spoke as if warning the religious leader.

“Cult leader, be careful.”

“… … .”

While the leader tilted his head slightly, Baek Yi-seosaeng blurted out a word that was difficult to interpret right away.

“… … “I ask for your disciple.”

The tone was odd, but I thought it sounded like a will.

‘what?’

Isn’t this what you’re saying to Cheonak?

Since when did the white-robed student take care of his students?

When the sect leader and the white-robed student soon faced each other, the energy waves collided, and in an instant, sand, dust, and small stones swirled as if caught in a storm.

I muttered as soon as I got up from my seat.

“what are you doing. “Isn’t it rain?”

Heavenly evil warned me.

“Be quite. “It interferes with dancing.”

I felt a little relieved because Cheonak said it was a secret. But as I watched what was happening in front of my eyes, I was embarrassed again.

No matter how you look at it, it’s not a fight.

As soon as a cloud-like thing popped out from the white-robed student’s back, it changed into the shape of wings, and because of that, the white-robed student’s movements became more intense, as if he was fighting while floating in the air. From the beginning, he was giving his all, as if he had raised his attack power and poured it out in a short amount of time.

Only then did I realize that the white-robed scholar was a man who did not distinguish between business and life. Nor did she appear to be mere pride. It just seemed like it was natural to fight like this.

Did you prepare for death?

In that case, when I ask for a disciple, I do not mean the disciples I treated like slaves, but the disciples I talked to in the cave. These are the disciples we have been producing for a thousand years. So, if we reinterpret White Clothes Teacher’s words… … .

He said he was asking for help from the knights.

I really had a hard time turning the final battle at Hwasan into a non-sword battle, but do I really need to fight like this?

I took my eyes off the fierce battle unfolding before my eyes and looked at Cheon-ak. Cheon-ak seemed to know what I was thinking and shook his head as he spoke.

“… … He is so stubborn that even his original master gave up. “He was never stubborn, so he was often beaten by me, but he was never beaten simply because he was weaker than me.”

“Um, really?”

“The Baek family warned us in advance, so the religious leader will not fight casually.”

From anyone’s perspective, it didn’t look like a casual fight.

It’s not like they’re doing it because of me, and I don’t think they’re doing it because of the thousand-year charlatans. Maybe it was because he often urged life and death decisions on the disciples he had treated like slaves?

It seems that the temperament that treated his students harshly could not have encouraged him to try the martial arts that he cowardly retreated from.

As the leader poured out tension, the body of the white-robed student who was catching it was pushed forward while barely floating above the ground, and before he knew it, he was instantly balanced by his white wings, unclear whether it was a light attack or a catching technique, and fell back to the ground.

I held out my hand to stop the dancing, but couldn’t say anything.

This is because not only the white robe student, but also the religious leader looked happier than ever. If this happens, no one can stop it.

The religious leader said.

“You look like a disciple of the Black Sun.”

The white-robed student nodded and approached.

“Black line… … “He was a man with no flaws or weaknesses as far as martial arts skills were concerned.”

“It’s a shame. I should have killed him. “Think about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Wasn’t the moment you killed your master the happiest moment of your life?”

The white-robed student answered with a wide smile.

“Good to see. “I can’t forget that moment.”

I had no choice but to join in on this conversation.

“I think he was happy not because he killed him, but because he freed himself from slavery.”

Surprisingly, the white coat student and the religious leader responded to my words one after another.

“That’s also true.”

“right.”

As soon as the two villains responded to my words, they fought again, firing their fists and tension at each other’s bodies. Sometimes, whenever a loud noise erupted, my body automatically reacted and my hands rose to hit the rushing waves of air and piles of stones.

The reason why this fight is taking longer, unlike during the time of Heavenly Evil and Blood Cult Lord.

It’s because of the religious leader.

The sect leader started with a fighting stance, and the white robe student thought it was a life-or-death situation and attacked. The religious leader was gradually increasing his strength to match the strength of the white-robed student, and as the fight went on, the white-robed student’s white robe was seen to be torn into tatters.

Wouldn’t it be better to take Naryeotagon instead?

What kind of state is my heart in?

I, too, have a feeling of hatred towards the white-clothed monks, but I did not wish for them to be torn limb from limb and die by the cult leader.

Looking at it like this.

The white-robed student didn’t seem to have any intention of going for a ride.

Instead, strange martial artists that even I had never seen before appeared one after another and muttered as they tried to block the tension of the religious leader.

“… … “It’s iron sailing skill.”

The leader answered right away.

“Let’s take a look.”

Suddenly, the white-robed scholar swung while holding a white fan, and when the leader pulled out the Heavenly Demon Sword and blocked it, the sound of metal clashing against metal rang out. As weapons appeared, the fight became even more brutal.

At first glance, the hand fan seemed to be a peaceful and leisurely weapon, but the outing was truly brutal. Perhaps because its entire frame is made of steel, its appearance was not damaged even when it bounced off the Heavenly Demon Sword. Along the way, the fan was unfolded and used like a sword, and at a certain moment, the iron wire held out from the sect leader’s neck stretched out into the air, cutting through the wind.

The white-robed student was fighting the Heavenly Demon Sword with his bare hands… … .

I fought while drawing a rotating trajectory and holding on to the iron ship that arrived.

At some point, the advance of the Heavenly Demon Sword was blocked with the side of the fan, and the fan was folded again, simultaneously releasing the tension of the left field.

It was a simple movement, but it was sinister as it blocked the view and suddenly attacked with tension.

In order to avoid the sudden tension rushing across his face, the leader stepped back, standing stiffly like a ghost. It seemed amazing that the retreating leader’s movements were faster than his advancing trot.

Looking at it like this… … .

The leader used the retreat method for the first time during the fight at the volcano.

We who were watching watched the fight in amazement.

As the distance widened, the cult leader smiled slightly and put his sword back and asked a question.

“Did you learn this from Heukseon too?”

The white student answered.

“This will be German martial arts. What on earth is the method of walking away while standing stiffly? “It’s faster than I expected.”

“It’s about using walking techniques, body weight, and sometimes tension.”

“I learned a lesson.”

I also learned something. Even though the process was rough, like a life-or-death situation, there was a lot to learn as if watching a rice paper examination.

The white-robed student looked around, smiled strangely, and surrounded himself with pure white energy extending from his entire body. It was mostly a white aura, so there was a mysterious atmosphere as if a mountain spirit had appeared, but his intention itself did not seem mysterious at all.

Because it was about to rush in.

In a situation where there is quite a distance… … .

The moment the body of the white-clothed student leaned forward, it shot forward. Looking at it this way, it seemed that there were not many men in the powerhouse who could charge at the leader like this.

‘He’s very stubborn.’

Was it because he had that kind of disposition that he became strong?

The white-robed scholar, who had risen into the air, held out his fan like a dagger while wearing his protective gear. It was as if he was watching the last bite of a swordsman.

On the other hand, the leader stayed where he was and then drew out the Heavenly Demon Sword in the form of a sword and struck it away. He seemed to be drawing energy from the sword, rather than pulling out the blade.

A cloudy color is coming out from the holding fan.

As soon as the sword-clad Heavenly Demon Sword struck the holding fan, we retreated, deploying self-defense techniques with our entire bodies.

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I’m not sure whether it was the sound or the shock wave hitting my face that came first. As soon as the shock wave was struck by tension, the pontoon was checked.

I was standing in the same spot holding a sword… … .

The white-robed student was not visible.

Cheon-ak sighed and walked outside the wall, and I followed him with Mo-yong-baek.

The white-robed scholar used a season that even the religious leader found difficult to respond to calmly.

In order to swat it away, Gyojudo concentrated his energy on one sword and then exploded.

‘I’m sure he’s not dead, right?’

Since the Heavenly Demon Sword had been wrapped around the blade from the time it was drawn, it would not have been surprising if the entire body had exploded rather than being cut by the sword.

Suddenly, a white-robed scholar was lying next to a nearby carriage. His upper body seemed to have been completely torn to pieces, and the white robe could not be found. His entire upper body was soaked in blood.

Cheonak, Mo Yong-baek, and the coachman who discovered the white-clothed student before me stretched out his hand to check the white-clothed student’s breathing.

Cheonak asked the coachman.

“Baekga, is he alive?”

The coachman nodded, looking at the white-robed student’s face.

“You’re alive. You’re a brave man.”

We sat around the white student. Mo Yongbai took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his hand. Then, the white-robed student suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly grabbed Mo Yong-baek’s arm. Mo Yong Baek was startled and opened his mouth.

“Senior Muje, I am a member of the National Assembly.”

A white-robed student with blood on his face looked at Mo Yong-baek.

“Is it Moyongbaek?”

“Yes, it is me.”

The white student asked a question.

“Are my limbs okay? “I can’t feel anything.”

Mo Yongbaek answered.

“First of all, seeing as you are holding my wrist so tightly, I feel fine. “If you have a broken bone, we will treat it here, and if not, we will take you inside.”

The white-robed student answered while looking up at the night sky.

“No. I’ll just lie down for a while.”

Cheonak, who was watching from the side, muttered as if scolding.

“Why are you confronting me so head-on? I thought you would fight for a while longer.”

The white student answered.

“Since you are challenging the strongest expert in the world, it is not a bad idea to fight like this at least once.”

I also couldn’t help but say something to the white robe student.

“It was a good fight. “Did you mean to me when you asked me to become your disciple?”

The white-robed student looked at me with a pale face covered in blood.

“okay.”

“Are you talking about a charlatan?”

The white-robed student swallowed his saliva once and answered briefly.

“yes.”

From then on, Baek Yi-seo continued to look up at the dark sky without saying a word.

Fantasy, Wuxia,