Chapter 213: It Is Different From You.

My real purpose now is to give the evil one's time to recover. Well, the Demonic Cult is selfish, and they withdrew their King of Land before the fight truly ended, and the White and Red kings attacked me in his place.

Which is why they are Demonic Cult people.

Still, it is good.

After all, my goal is to survive more than it is to kill. It is more important that the evil ones and the hyungs of the Southern Ming Association do not die to them.

It must be because I am Low-Down Sect Leader. Before the next opponent has the chance to come out, I yell at them from a moderate distance.

"Sam Bok!"

"Yes!"

"Water!"

"None."

Sam Bok panics and Nam Garak, who had been given a leather pouch by a subordinate, walks towards me. I look at Nam Garak after a long time.

"Leader Nam."

Nam Garak smiles as he nods.

"Right. Our Low-Down Sect Leader."

Nam Garak who approaches, asks as he holds the leather pouch,

"Are you fine?"

"It's only just begun."

It wasn't until he came closer to me did I realize that his body was thick with the smell of sweat. It seems like he ran over as soon as he received the news of this happening. After taking 3-4 sips of the water, I hold the pouch out.

The two of us look at each other without a word and grin.

I turn around and watch the Demonic Cult because they could launch a surprise attack while Nam Garak comes to give me water.

Drinking water is such a tough thing to do.

The Demonic Cult can be seen wrapping a cloth around the hand of King of Land, and the White King and Red King were talking with their backs to us.

Whether it be a one-on-one battle or not, it seems like they're thinking on how to push the troops to pressure us.

Either way, it is an uncomfortable situation. The reputation of the Southern Ming Association, which joined my side, is so low that it would have only added to confusion.

After pushing my sword into its sheath, I calmly wait for the next opponent to come. I then slowly stretch out my hand ahead of me.

I take a deep breath, then exhale.

"Phewww."

As soon as they see my meaningless action, the surprised Demonic Cult troops raise their shields in unison.

"...!"

Their movements are fast and in perfect unison- as if they were trained well.

After calmly ignoring the Demonic Cult's fuss, I held out my own sword ahead of me as if they were going to charge at any moment. I then slowly wave my hands like waves in a river. If I move too fast, the Demonic Cult could get startled and attack me as a group. So, I deliberately move slowly.

Calmly, and collected.

In the most leisurely manner.

Slow hands, slow steps, slow movement, and controlled breathing.

Well, the point was to slow everything down.

Why the hell am I doing this?

I don't know either.

If I knew the answer, I wouldn't have become the Crazy Demon in the first place.

To buy enough time, I need to attract their attention with strange, slow behavior. It is boring and yet peaceful to move like this, so I unfold the Sun Moon Divine Arts into both hands.

'Nice!'

Then, of course, this is the state of the Light Sky of Sun and Moon before being combined.

I make the sudden movement to combine the qi and swing towards the direction of Pervert Demon who shouts as he stands up.

"Do not do it. You bastard! Do not do it this way! you fucking insane shit!"

As Pervert Demon makes a fuss, the atmosphere of the Demonic Cult also changes. After slowly turning around, I move slowly as if I am contemplating whether or not to combine the two techniques or to throw them away.

I ponder the thought.

'Should I throw it or not, throw it or not?'

So, this is the Taiji Fist. The essence of the Taiji Fist is to move slower than a tortoise. This forces the opponent to hesitate and think 'what kind of martial arts is this'?

However, if this eventually merges into Taiji and then explodes on the spot, the Demons die, I die, and so do my allies.

Well, everyone dies.

So, I am faced with the difficulty of slowly raising the level of qi with as much effort as I could exert without letting both hands meet.

This is why Taiji Fist is difficult. This is because the one utilizing the technique is putting their life at risk.

I always liked teasing people, so I cross my hands, which I move separately up and down for a while. At that moment, as the positive and negative qi meet as they brush by each other, a cracking sound resounds throughout the area.

"Phew....!"

There is a heavy atmosphere in the Demon Cult, so I burst into laughter. A fearless guy comes forward to attack me but gets stopped.

"Stay still."

"Yes."

At this time, the voice of an old man from the Demonic Cult side can be heard.

"I will come up next."

"Elder Jo will?"

When I heard the word 'Jo', I ended up thinking of Jo Il-sem, Jo Il-geol, and Jo Sam-pyung. For no reason, I combine the two qi's with Taiji Palm.

"...!"

For a moment, I can't hear anything, but the ringing effect begins, and I frown.

I checked the defenses of the Demonic Cult and all of them had covered their ears. Do those who get brainwashed into the teachings of Demonic Clan awaken their true instincts only when they see things that defy all logic and reality? I can see those who are staring at me and shrinking down like puppies in fear.

I had already fallen into the forced silence world again. Perhaps when doing this technique this time I compressed the qi in my hands way too much. So, the roar I heard each time I used the Light Sky of Sun and Moon was gone.

Instead, I check the pattern of the compressed light.

'It is a mess.'

It was different from the martial arts I used before. If I had to put this into words, it would be a similar pattern to the Heavenly Pearl that I swallowed. If I threw it at a close range, I could take down three of the four Heavenly Kings and kill the elders who are in line to fight.

I have no other option but to throw this as far as I can. Even with such thoughts in mind, I calculate the path and the potential aftermath of the technique. As the technique, rotating in the shape of this ominous sphere, stretches out into the sky, a calm voice flows from the Demonic Cult.

"Smash it into the air."

In an instant, an entire squad of assassins, weaponry, and sword techniques of the Demonic Cult went flying towards the floating Light Sky of Sun and Moon. And the White Heavenly King, who looks the calmest, begins to raise his hand while spreading ice qi. It seems like he wants to protect his own allies.

I take a step back to watch what would happen.

"Flame...."

It was only when I saw the swords and weapons being sucked into the ball without a trace, that I turned away and ran. Looking at my wide-eyed allies, I screamed,

"Go!"

I surely said it, but the ringing sound wouldn't stop, so I couldn't hear my own words. I tried to speak again, but the air changed. Fortunately, Pervert Demon stood up and threw in white defense ahead. And Sword Demon along with Ghost Demon unfolded Sword Shield.

All to protect our allies. Even during the midst of all this, the Demonic Cult attacked the Light Sky of Sun and Moon.

My allies unfolded a defensive position to protect each other, and this was the moment when our fate had been sealed.

When an unmanageable risk comes up, the answer is to protect one another. As soon as I jump in the air, I turn around and unfold a defensive technique as widely as I can with both hands.

But I end up being pushed away by the aftermath of the sphere and fly far back. Heaps of dust coat my face and body, but now I'm actually glad to see the dust.

Even after landing on the ground I end up rolling three to four times before getting up.

"Phew."

With hands on my hips, I look ahead and look up towards the sky realizing everything is a mess. For a moment, the floating sphere disappears, and it feels like the wind is a hallucination.

After covering my mouth and nose with my hands, I blew and only then did my ears pop.

"...."

When I check ahead, the corpses of the Demonic Cult troops are scattered around with the light bursting brightly. Actually, not corpses, but blood, flesh, and torn clothes. It seems like this was a harsh attack since the shield holders too had been charred down.

And I turn to my allies.

There is nothing but dust surrounding me. However, the four evils are spread out nearby as they held their defenses up.

Only then did I unsheathe my wooden sword and head towards the camp of the Demonic Cult, all alone. I went with the intent to start killing everyone and see the end of this. From the start till the end, the Demonic Cult is the enemy to Low-Down Sect. Since I had killed a lot, a couple more won't matter. So, using footwork I move through the dust and step onto the shields to find the living ones. Those who wriggle will be stabbed by my sword.

It was then that I heard the sound of someone running like a rat, as the dust began to settle around.

I check the condition of my voice.

"Ahhh..."

I spit out the dust in my mouth. For a moment, I see a dark figure moving in the dust and get a glimpse of a black long sword. As I slash it with the wooden sword and step back, a man I have never seen before attacks me with a calm expression.

'How can he be this calm?'

In an instant, I collided with him at least ten times.

"Are you the Lone King?"

Why are so many people like this? The Black Lone King was watching everyone get killed. It was only then that I looked at his sword, a similar wooden sword. As I expected, it seems like he had come out from hiding in the ground by abandoning his men.

His sword is swift.

Unlike when I was simply pushing down the invisible plum blossoms, when I find the plum blossoms in just one place I immediately switch to the offensive. He lets out a groan.

"Huk!"

I see a black liquid coming out of his mouth which makes me step back. In an instant, this fan shaped black fog spreads out in front of me. By the time that I used a sword wind technique to clear the fog, the man had already vanished.

The guy didn't let out a single sound.

'He is a perfect assassin.'

With that level of skill, it wouldn't be strange to say that he is the leader of all the assassins within the Demonic Cult. Likewise, no matter how much I looked around, I couldn't find the Four Heavenly Kings. It was as if Black Lone King was fighting to buy the time.

I walk around checking the corpses. In the meantime, feeling a little odd, I look around the chaotic battlefield.

I can't see anything, but I feel odd, so I widen my view and look at the hill in the distance.

A table is placed on top. Next to it is Chil Geom waiting with hands folded. Of course, that was the place with the table that had the inkstone and brush.

I look at Master Baek Wei.

"...."

The guy holds out the brush as if he is estimating my height to fit into the painting. As I continue to stare, he speaks with Qi infused into his voice.

"Low-Down Sect Leader it has been a while. Painting is my hobby, so please understand."

I nod and answer by pushing my sword forward.

"Turtle shell, long time no see. Hobbies should be respected. Shall I hold the form?"

He asks me like he is curious,

"What form?"

I put my hands out in front of me as if I were in the starting position of Taiji Fist. And Master Baek Wei asks me while tilting his head,

"Ah, what martial arts is that?"

I tell him the wrong answer.

"Taiji Fist"

Master Baek Wei points at me with the brush and tells Chil Geom,

"Chil Geom, look."

"Yes, master."

"That kind of man is what we call a genius. I taught him one thing, and he came up with a strange martial arts? It is so different from you. I gave him ice arts and he made it into a Taiji arts. I haven't seen such a man like this in a while. Applaud."

I look at Master Baek Wei along with the four great evils who joined me. He applauds and smiles.

Anyway, I smile too because I think that his behavior is funny.