Chapter 509

Episode 509

“What a disappointment.”

Master Ma looked to the side with cold eyes.

The image of the King of Dao, pierced by an outstretched sword, came into view.

“The strategy you came up with was a surprise attack while my attention was focused on the Thunder King?”

When I bent my fingers, my ribs caught.

With a light swing of his hand, nearly one-third of his upper body was torn off.

A fatal wound that cannot be recovered.

The surrounding warriors held their breath at the terrible sight.

Dokgo Woo-jin, who was trying to kick the ground to save the king, also opened his eyes wide.

“.......”

The hand holding the hilt of the sword went limp.

The sword fell to the ground and made a clanging sound.

Watching the back of the king tearing down the new model, the warriors in the pen house let out a shrieking cry.

“Grandpa!”

Puhwaak!

At the same time, the energy erupting from the cult leader’s entire body engulfed the entire area.

In the border between life and death.

The King of Dao raised his eyebrows even as his consciousness was fading further and further away.

Even though his facial features were blurred and I couldn’t make out his expression, I could tell by feeling.

How angry the religious leader was.

‘It’s now. Brain King.’

A gamble that cost one’s life.

If he had achieved this level of success using his battered body as bait, it could be said to be a profitable business.

The Thunder King would take care of the rest, so now all he had to do was close his eyes in peace.

Sigh!

The devil’s hand, bent like a rake, roughly skimmed the Tao King’s body.

The shattered body rolled around on the floor.

Crumbling!

And Dokgo Woojin, engulfed in white brain energy, narrowed the distance in the blink of an eye and stretched out his fist at him.

The seventh herbivorous fist of Byeokryeokken (碎腸拳).

A blow that shatters the internal organs.

The movement of the Demon Cultist, who was trying to receive the attack by extending his left hand wrapped in swirling demonic energy, stopped for an instant.

Whoops!

“omg!”

“That and that!”

The demon cultists who were watching let out an expression of astonishment.

The cult leader’s new model flew through the air.

Drops of blood gradually colored the air.

For the first time since the battle began, the religious leader was on the defensive.

As if he would never miss this opportunity, Dokgo Woojin rushed towards him with a lion’s roar.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak! bang!

White light and black smoke intertwined, confusing the eyes of the monks.

* * *

Dobong Paeng Yeon-ji wiped away her tears with her hand.

The conversation I had with my grandfather a little while ago came to mind.

[My surprise attack probably won’t work.]

[What do you mean by that?]

[There’s no way a shallow trick would work for someone like a religious leader. Even if he was in perfect condition, it is impossible to know whether or not he would be able to deliver a proper blow to this opponent, much less with his current physical condition.] [

Grandfather...]

[But no human is perfect. The religious leader is probably like that too. If there is a high possibility of being counterattacked rather than delivering an effective blow, you can use that premise in reverse.]

[......?]

[Lord of the dark night. I guess he’s nearby, right?]

I don’t know how surprised I was to see the black man who appeared as if he had been waiting for my grandfather’s call.

Even though his face was covered with a mask, I could tell intuitively.

The opponent is an expert who has reached a much higher level than himself.

‘I did it.’

The Lord of the Dark Nights, who was lying on the ground and breathing heavily, trembled his shoulders.

Even with his unformed body, he could clearly feel the malicious intent directed at him.

I turned my head with difficulty and saw the Demon Cultist glaring at me even as he was retreating from the Thunder King’s attack.

Rather than feeling afraid, I felt relieved.

This means that his surprise attack embarrassed the Demon Cultist.

Intangible poison.

The worst kind of poison that even an absolute expert with vast expertise, who can only produce a very small amount per year, cannot withstand.

The only intangible poison that the Murim League possessed were two bottles donated by the party decades ago.

As the leader of the Dark Nights, he had the authority to use one of them.

‘I didn’t think it would really succeed.’

Even the dangerous Seven Soul Poison could not compare to the intangible poison.

Such an object was buried at the end of the blade that had stabbed the leader’s foot a little while ago.

Once opened and exposed to the air, it quickly loses its effectiveness, making it an extremely difficult poison to use in actual combat.

Regardless of the nature of the poison in the first place, it would never have been able to poison the cult leader if the Tao King had not created the opportunity.

‘What a monster.’

Although he was an enemy, he had no choice but to hold his tongue against the strength of the Demon Cultist.

How can you move your body like that even if you are addicted to an intangible poison?

If it had been an ordinary warrior, he would not have been able to withstand the angle and would have died.

‘but.’

The balance of the scales, which had been tilting, was restored to some extent.

That fact alone was enough to satisfy me.

It would be great if the Thunder King could solidify his victory like this.

‘My role ends here.’

His body was completely ruined.

It was only natural that, while defenseless and unable to move freely as he was underground, he was covered in the magical energy emitted by the Demonic Cult Master.

I managed to crawl up to the ground and avoid suffocation, but now it was difficult to even lift a finger.

He took his gaze away from the religious leader, looked up at the sky, and muttered.

‘Your sacrifice was not in vain. ‘To the king.’

* * *

The third herbivorous Seungryongken (乘龍拳) of the Byeokryeokken.

Ku-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

A dragon fist wind arose.

Swept by a terrifying energy wave, the new form of the Demon Cult rose high in the sky.

“crazy.”

“A storm starts from a single punch?”

The magicians who were watching muttered in disbelief.

No matter how many times I looked at it, I couldn’t get used to it.

I couldn’t possibly think of it as a human fight.

Boom!

The leader, who was standing in the air after somersaulting, briefly cut the air.

A huge, figurine-shaped mass poured down to the ground.

The ground Dokgo Woojin was standing on collapsed with a loud noise.

Dust rose and covered the entire area.

“The situation has been reversed.”

“.......”

“It seems that the power is not as strong as before. “Cult leader.”

Dokgo Woojin soared through the dust cloud and laughed fiercely.

Surprisingly, even though he received the formidable attack with his body, he did not appear to suffer any significant damage.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides narrowed.

Crumbling!

The white lightning and demonic energy that collided at one point quickly spread out and covered the sky.

Peng Yeon-ji raised his head without realizing it and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Two huge forces eat each other and cancel each other out.

“Big.”

A scene completely opposite to the previous one was created.

The new form of the Demonic Cult crashed towards the ground.