Chapter 69 : Chapter 69

Chapter 69. Let's Call the Beggar's Gang Branch Leader to Sichuan (1)

He knows what the bastard is aiming for.

Because he fell for it once before.

Han Cheong-un, who dodged and dodged again the continuous enemy attacks, looked bravely towards Myriad Poisons Demon Snake.

"If I can't dodge, I'll break it!"

And Han Cheong-un stopped his feet and swung strongly aiming for the tip of the whip with his spear.

At that moment, the corners of Myriad Poisons Demon Snake's mouth rose slightly. And...

"Release!"

The moment he shouted so.

Myriad Poisons Demon Snake's whip, which was chasing strangely like a living thing, split into hundreds and revealed its identity.

Swish!

They were swarms of small thread snakes, each harboring deadly poison.

Myriad Poisons Demon Snake's unique weapon, Myriad Snake Whip.

It was a bizarre weapon made by weaving actually living snakes.

Weaving and weaving thousands of thread snakes controlled by his will and using it as a gigantic whip.

Those dealing with Myriad Poisons Demon Snake without knowing this misunderstand without realizing it.

That Myriad Poisons Demon Snake's whip art is high so he handles the whip like a living snake.

Like that.

When it is actually living snakes in the first place.

And those who don't know that are bound to be flustered and defeated by the sudden attack occurring as the whip turns into snakes like this.

'Like me in the past.'

Han Cheong-un twisted one corner of his mouth up and unfolded spear technique.

[ Celestial Pole Eight Trigrams Spear: Clear Wind Rotation ]

A strong whirlwind swirling from his spear as if waiting wrapped around the thread snakes split into hundreds. Then...

"N... Noooo!"

Myriad Poisons Demon Snake shouted urgently.

But whether he shouted or not, the thread snakes caught in the vortex of spear flux emitted by Han Cheong-un already became pulp and started getting ground up.

"Aaaaaagh!"

Watching that terrible sight, Myriad Poisons Demon Snake screamed genuinely.

When Han Cheong-un retrieved the spear, hundreds of thread snakes fell in a heap at his feet in a mangled state unrecognizable in form.

"You dare to my childreeeeen!"

"If you're pissed, come in?"

"I will kill you!"

Myriad Poisons Demon Snake, who lost his reason, charged forward.

Terrifying poison qi was generated in his both hands, but seeing him coming in with eyes rolled back, Han Cheong-un smiled.

'Got him.'

It was like that before too.

That bastard poured affection into the snakes he raised to an abnormal degree, and when those beloved snakes died, he attacked without thinking of consequences.

Han Cheong-un before regression could take the bastard's life thanks to that even while poisoned.

And this time too, he will produce the same result as then.

'Die.'

[ Celestial Pole Eight Trigrams Spear: Lightning Flash Direct Kill ]

Han Cheong-un's spear tip extended like lightning aiming for the enemy's heart.

It was a trajectory not different at all from when he pierced the bastard's heart before regression. However...

CLANG! KIIING!

There was an interferer in this place.

"Tsk."

Han Cheong-un retreated urgently.

Metallic sound rang simultaneously with striking away his spear.

He knew well what this meant.

"Let's play with me too."

Red Blood Saber Ghost Yang Baek entered Han Cheong-un's range before he knew it.

He placed the Japanese sword at his waist and confronted Han Cheong-un taking a perfect drawing stance. And the moment his fingertips seemed to shake...

CLANG CLANG CLANG!

Sparks flew five times in the space between the two.

And Red Blood Saber Ghost, taking the sheathing stance same as before, spoke as if unusual.

"Impressive."

"I hear that often."

Han Cheong-un replied leisurely, but his steps moved busily securing distance.

Even if it was him, he didn't want to allow a distance where sword strikes reach against that saber ghost.

Red Blood Saber Ghost Yang Baek.

Sect Leader of Blood Hand Gate and Number One Saber of the Evil Way.

And in Han Cheong-un's personal evaluation...

"Compared to Ghost Spirit King or Myriad Poisons Demon Snake, you are twice as strong."

At those words, there was no change in Red Blood Saber Ghost's complexion. However...

"What?"

"How dare..."

Ghost Spirit King and Myriad Poisons Demon Snake made genuinely angry expressions.

Except for Heavenly Demon Star Lord Dokgo Dan, the remaining Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way are usually perceived as experts of equal rank.

But that is just the perception of the world.

They never gathered directly to compete and decide the hierarchy.

In fact, they had no choice.

Isn't it too dangerous?

If they did such a thing sincerely, it would have become Four Gates or Three Gates of the Evil Way instead of Eight Gates.

They just thought to themselves, 'Still, I am not lacking.'

But now.

A young bastard not yet twenty suddenly decided the hierarchy of the three?

This was a very sensitive topic for them.

"A young bastard babbling as he pleases."

"Do you think you became a magnate just because you exchanged moves briefly?"

Seeing Ghost Spirit King and Myriad Poisons Demon Snake going crazy, Han Cheong-un smirked.

"How could I not know? Me."

Han Cheong-un of the past life fought with all Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way. That too, death matches confirming the end of the opponent's potential.

What is the hierarchy of the Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way?

Han Cheong-un would be the only one holding the perfect answer to this question under the heavens.

And Han Cheong-un grinned and said.

"Why? Should I explain who is strongest among the remaining Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way?"

"..."

"..."

At the attitude of Han Cheong-un speaking with too confident certainty, the Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way flinched.

Strong displeasure and personal curiosity arose simultaneously. And Han Cheong-un...

"You seem to want to know quite a bit..."

Han Cheong-un with a smile full on his face received everyone's attention. Not only the Evil Way but even Qingcheng Sect disciples waited for Han Cheong-un's next words. And...

"I won't tell you."

"What?"

"This bastard!"

"Do you want to die?"

Naturally, backlash burst out.

However, Han Cheong-un shrugged and said.

"Why should I do something good for Evil Way bastards?"

That is indeed correct.

And Han Cheong-un took a stance towards the angry Evil Way people and said.

"Ah, if you are really curious, shall I tell you just one thing?"

Attention concentrated again.

Amidst that, Han Cheong-un's spear tip pointed at one person.

"You."

"...?"

Ghost Spirit King Wonpyeong.

Han Cheong-un pointing at him with the spear tip said with a full smile.

"Among the three here now, no, among all Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way..."

Han Cheong-un, who paused, said with conviction.

"You are the weakest. This is certain."

"...What?"

"How is it? Is your curiosity satisfied a bit?"

Certainly, the curiosity was satisfied. At the same time...

"I will kill you!"

Ghost Spirit King's anger also exploded.

Ghost Spirit King Wonpyeong.

He is a figure suspected to be the oldest among the Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way.

He made a name as a devil of the Gangho since 70 years ago, and the Gangho evaluated him as an old monster who survived over a hundred years.

But Han Cheong-un said firmly.

That he is the weakest among the Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way. One could just consider it a cheap provocation and let it slide, but Han Cheong-un's words felt too sincere for that.

Ghost Spirit King thought.

That he would prove that young kid's words wrong.

He spread the ribs of his fan, his self-defense weapon, covering his face and shouted.

"Promptly as the law commands. Ghosts, attach to me!"

"Hmm..."

Han Cheong-un's expression changed.

He knew what that was.

People of the world think Ghost Spirit King's specialty is illusion killing art, but actually, that is just a method he enjoys using.

He just likes looking down loftily at opponents floundering in illusions and dying before his eyes without exerting much effort himself.

If the bastard intends to fight sincerely, he commands ghosts then.

The alias Ghost Spirit King literally meant a king ruling ghosts and spirits.

The best thing in such a case is attacking before the ghost possession is completed to prevent the possession itself. However...

"Tsk..."

Han Cheong-un clicked his tongue.

The situation wasn't good for him to take the initiative now.

Eventually, he had no choice but to watch. Soon, something like a mist of gloomy energy began to surround Ghost Spirit King.

He summoned the surrounding ghosts.

'Fortunately, it seems there are no ghosts he brought along. Then he must have urgently called the spirits in the vicinity...'

The situation changes greatly depending on what attaches here. And...

"Gr... Grrr..."

Beast's growling is heard.

And when Ghost Spirit King lowered the fan slightly, there was...

"Roaaar!"

Ghost Spirit King with a tiger's face was roaring loudly. Not just the face turned into a tiger.

Muscles ready to burst swelled up on his slender body, and tiger claws sprouted on both hands.

At that appearance, Han Cheong-un adjusted his grip on the spear and said.

"Accepted a beast's spirit? Must not have been any usable spirits around."

"Grrr... You know sorcery quite well."

"Thanks to someone (you)."

The moment Han Cheong-un's words ended...

Ghost Spirit King in front of his eyes disappeared without sound or trace. And...

"Die!"

Huge killing intent felt from above the head.

Han Cheong-un thrust the spear without hesitation, and his thrust collided head-on with Ghost Spirit King's hand sprouted with tiger claws.

BOOM!

Head-on collision.

But the one pushed back was Han Cheong-un.

As the spear shaft made of solid iron bent as if to break, Han Cheong-un retreated largely to open the distance. And...

"I will tear you to shreds!"

Ghost Spirit King rushed forward swinging tiger claws fiercely.

Enhanced qi over two inches formed on those claws, and every time those fierce claws grazed past, mountains, rivers, grass, and trees were devastated.

'Tsk, a bit troublesome.'

Han Cheong-un frowned.

Originally, Ghost Spirit King ranks in the top three for internal energy level even among Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way.

After all, isn't he an old monster who cultivated for over a hundred years?

He is fighting wielding that immense internal energy with a tiger's physical strength, controlling the tiger's combat instinct with human reason.

It is true he said he is the weakest among Sect Leaders of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way. However...

"Even a rotten gizzard shad is still a gizzard shad?"

"Do not evaluate meeee!"

It was a compliment in Han Cheong-un's own way, but from Ghost Spirit King's perspective, it was like pouring oil on a burning house.

At that moment, Ghost Spirit King's claws launched dozens of slashes at invisible speed.

CRASH CRASH CRASH!

As he said, he launched attacks to tear and kill. The moment Han Cheong-un's whole body was swept into the opponent's attack, Qingcheng Sect disciples exclaimed.

"Sect Leader Han!"

"Young Master!"

Despite their pitiful screams, Han Cheong-un flew back greatly as he was.

Han Cheong-un, flying like a scarecrow hit by a horse's hind leg, stabbed the spear into the ground, twisted his body obliquely in the air, and barely landed on the ground.

"Kuh..."

"Sect Leader Han! Are you okay?"

The place where Han Cheong-un flew happened to be where Taoist Qingcheng was, and he hurriedly checked Han Cheong-un's condition. And...

"Ah..."

Not good.

Whether he allowed significant attacks, his whole body was full of mangled wounds and bleeding all over, a condition serious to anyone's eyes.

Taoist Qingcheng shouted urgently.

"Sect Leader Han."

"Cough... Yes?"

Han Cheong-un answered with a slightly pale face. Then Taoist Qingcheng closed his eyes tightly and opened them, saying.

"Enough now."

"Huh?"

"I will not forget your kindness for our Qingcheng even after I die."

"..."

"Escape while you can still move."

"..."

"Our Qingcheng will remain until the end and buy time."

Seeing Taoist Qingcheng speaking grimly, Han Cheong-un sighed.

"Really can't get used to this."

"...?"

"Is this why they say position and stance are important for people?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Forget it. Just stay put for now."

Speaking so, Han Cheong-un dusted himself off, stood up, and walked forward again.

At his appearance, Ghost Spirit King smiled cruelly and said. "A kid only good with words looks terrible."

"Tell me about it."

"..."

If admitted so meekly, there's nothing to say. To Ghost Spirit King who became mute, Han Cheong-un said.

"I tried to buy some time going easy until reinforcements arrive... A bit difficult."

"What?"

"I almost died if things went wrong?"

"You bastard right now..."

It was then.

Ghost Spirit King stepped back one step without realizing it and took a stance.

Different.

Something about the opponent in front of his eyes changed.

The wild instinct sharpened by possessing a tiger's spirit is warning.

And Han Cheong-un looked at Ghost Spirit King with cold eyes and spoke calmly.

"Just die."