Chapter 133
Rumble! Thump!
The fight between the two young dragon-tigers continued, shaking the heavens.
The two brothers, who were exchanging sword strikes in the outer hall of the Black Contemplation Fortress as if it were their front yard, had now become each other's greatest enemies.
The fight was evenly matched.
In the current situation where sword qi and sword qi were flying around, Jejeong was facing Jeshin with a firm expression.
Although they were half-brothers, their relationship had not been a mess from the beginning.
After the death of his older brother, Jeje, Jejeong had done his best as the great young master of the Black Contemplation Fortress to carry on Jeul's will.
However, after Jeshin had been taught the Ten Variations True Art and had dreamed of a vain ambition, their relationship had begun to freeze rapidly.
Moreover, since Jeshin had called his senior uncle, Wen Zhong, and had begun to show his teeth in earnest, this fight was a fight that Jeshin, not himself, had started.
Jejeong's Ten Variations Five Punishments aimed at Jeshin's life with a fierce momentum like the claws of a hawk snatching its prey.
However, Jeshin's Ten Variations Finger Sword blocked his claws and, in reverse, aimed at Jejeong's opening, and in that one move, a meticulousness like a snake going out to hunt was hidden.
Unless it was an overwhelming attack that could break through the Diamond Body beyond the sword momentum of the Ten Variations Finger Sword, it would be impossible to defeat Jeshin.
Jejeong knew well that the current situation of being evenly matched would not be advantageous to him as time went on.
He was the next master of the Black Contemplation Fortress and the supreme one who would sit on the throne of the evil path supreme one.
If he could not overwhelm Jeshin, he would not be able to save face as the supreme one of the Black Contemplation Fortress in front of the hundreds and thousands of martial arts comrades gathered here.
Jeshin could read Jejeong's anxious mind in the techniques they were exchanging.
But Jeshin was also anxious.
Tu Xingsun and Huang Feihu, who had lured his father, Jeul, into a trap, had already returned to the outer hall and were helping out, but it was unknown how long they could hold Jeul.
Although he had allowed some strange work to be done on the formation of the Paecheon Pavilion as Daji had requested, only the heavens knew whether the group from the So family manor could subdue Jeul or at least buy some time as he had expected.
He had to subdue Jejeong as soon as possible to establish his legitimacy in front of the numerous martial artists and to make Jeul acknowledge him by putting forward the law of the strong preying on the weak.
"Gah!"
"Ugh!"
The power struggle between Jeshin and Jejeong that was unfolding in the outer hall was eventually becoming a civil war of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
Numerous warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress were shedding blood, and in severe cases, even meeting their deaths.
Whether Jejeong or Jeshin won, it was clear that it would take a long time to heal this internal wound and to seek the stability of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
Rumble!
Suddenly, a sound like a thunderbolt echoed under the clear sky.
A chilling sensation flowed down their spines.
Jeshin and Jejeong, as if they had made a promise, trembled in a chill, withdrew their hands, and bounced off each other.
The loud roar that shook the venue affected the numerous warriors who had been fighting a bloody battle for a long time and even the spectators who were watching from a distance, and everyone looked up at the sky for a moment and shivered at an unknown chill.
"Hah!"
But the fight, which had reached a lull for a moment without anyone saying anything, soon resumed.
Jeshin and Jejeong looked at each other's faces and frowned.
"If my father returns, I will cut off the heads of your subordinates and display them as a warning, and I will cut your muscles and bones so that you can never use martial arts again."
"That's the difference between you and me, brother. Are you still relying on our father?"
"You bastard!"
At Jeshin's sneer, Jejeong could not hold back his anger and immediately flew his body towards Jeshin again.
As the ominous sword qi of Jejeong's Ten Variations Five Punishments extended towards the surroundings in an instant, Jeshin crouched his body and then unfolded it in one go.
Then, the sword qi of the Ten Variations Finger Sword, which had spread out in dozens of strands from his hand, became entangled with each other and for a moment, escaped the sight of Jejeong and Jeshin.
The Ten Variations Ranged Sword.
It was his own secret move that Jeshin, who had been taught by Wen Zhong, had created by modifying the Ten Variations Finger Sword.
The energy of the Ten Variations Finger Sword, which had disappeared from Jejeong's sight in an instant, ignored the sword qi of the Ten Variations Five Punishments and rushed towards Jejeong's Diamond Body, which could be called its center.
"You bastard!"
Jejeong, seeing dozens of sword qi unfolding as if they were about to explode before his eyes, was startled and tried to turn all his internal energy to the Diamond Body, but Jeshin's one move, which pierced his weakness, was faster.
Rumble!
No matter how powerful the protective qi of the Diamond Body was, it had no way of withstanding the simultaneous attack of a dozen Ten Variations Finger Swords.
Jejeong, feeling the shock of his insides being shaken, hurriedly regained his crumbling posture.
"Gah..."
Jejeong, with a superhuman patience, swallowed back the bitter liquid that was rising up his throat.
His bloodshot pupils shook greatly. His face, which had become as red as his pupils, was burning as if it were about to explode.
The same state of the Six Supreme Variations.
However, there was a difference in their level, even if it was just a piece of paper.
Jeshin's one move, which he had hidden until the last moment, had pierced Jejeong's weakness.
With this, everyone could confirm which of Jeshin and Jejeong was superior.
Jejeong closed his eyes tightly, recalling that Jeul would return and would give him a disappointed reprimand.
Although he had also trained without rest, where on earth had this difference occurred?
Jejeong, frantically gathering his blood and qi, tried to heal his internal injuries as soon as possible.
But strangely, Jeshin's next move, which should have immediately continued his attack on him, was not being displayed.
Moreover, a strange silence was sweeping through the venue.
Jejeong, wondering if he had been deafened by Jejeong's Ten Variations Finger Sword just now, barely got up and looked around.
"...?"
The outer hall, which had become a field of bloody battle for thousands of Black Contemplation Fortress warriors, had stopped fighting as if it were a lie.
They, as if they had made a promise, were split into two groups and had their gazes fixed on one person who was walking through the outer gate of the outer hall.
The man, with his disheveled hair and a large box wrapped in silk in both hands, was slowly coming towards Jejeong and Jeshin with a wail.
"Shiyue...?"
Shiyue's strange behavior was enough to stop the warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
Shiyue, coming before Jejeong and Jeshin, carefully placed the box wrapped in silk on the floor and prostrated himself.
"Mo Guangdi has passed away!"
Although his voice was neither loud nor soft, the aftermath of that one word was enormous.
The startled Jejeong wanted to grab Shiyue right away and to question him about what he had said, but perhaps because of his internal injuries that had not yet recovered, his body was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he could not easily take a step.
"What?"
Jeshin, at Shiyue's one word, flew his body to his side in one go.
Shiyue, prostrating himself and sobbing, could not raise his head in front of Jeshin.
"The evil path supreme one, Mo Guangdi, has passed away. Please lead the Black Contemplation Fortress and achieve the great cause of the evil path hegemony, Little Light Emperor."
Jeshin looked at the back of the prostrating Shiyue's head as if he could not believe it.
Although he wanted to stomp on Shiyue's head right away and to tell him not to talk nonsense, he first untied the silk that was wrapped around the box with his trembling hands. And the moment he saw the clothes that were entangled with ash and blood inside, a shock that was as if his breath would stop shook him.
"The Black Dragon Robe..."
There was only one person who could wear the Black Dragon Robe.
The Black Dragon Robe, which was only allowed to the supreme one of the Black Contemplation Fortress, was placed in the box, covered in blood.
"Is it true?"
"I... have watched his last moments."
"..."
Jeshin could not hide his confusion.
Since it was unlikely that Shiyue would talk nonsense, did it mean that Jeul had really died?
Although Jeshin had wanted to subdue Jeul, he had not wanted Jeul's death.
Not only his mother, but also his father.
If the two people who should have acknowledged him on the throne of the Black Contemplation Fortress had both passed away...
Now, to whom should he show that appearance?
"Is it true?"
Jeshin carefully took out the Black Dragon Robe from the box.
The warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress who had been watching the scene confirmed that it was Jeul's Black Dragon Robe and all held their breath and knelt down towards this side.
"Explain."
It was Shiyue's plan to lure Jeul into an ultimate formation and to trap him.
But how could Shiyue's ultimate formation alone trap the number one in the evil path?
Jeshin had intended to borrow the power of the So family manor to reinforce the ultimate formation and to ambush masters to hold Jeul's ankle.
But to think that Jeul would lose his life in the ultimate formation.
At Jeshin's question, Shiyue trembled.
How could he tell Jeshin that the master of the So family manor had faced Jeul, the sky of the Black Contemplation Fortress, alone and had killed him?
Mo Guangdi was invincible. His Ten Variations True Art was the martial art of the supreme one, so there could be no defeat.
"In my ultimate formation... he exhausted his strength by overusing his divine art and passed away."
It was a fact that everyone knew that Jeul's long illness was affecting his divine art.
But it was hard to believe that Jeul had lost his life in the ultimate formation just because of that.
Thump!
Jeshin's foot stomped right in front of the prostrating Shiyue's head.
He stomped so hard that the stone broke and fragments flew, and Jeshin's foot was about to be buried in the ground up to his ankle.
Although Shiyue, who had been hit on the head by the stone fragments, had blood flowing from between his hair, he did not make a single sound and did not stop prostrating himself.
"What kind of nonsense is this!"
Jejeong, who had finally composed himself, shouted without even thinking of wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"I will ask about this again later."
Jeshin, after glaring at Shiyue one more time, turned his head and looked at Jejeong.
The weight of the blood-stained Black Dragon Robe in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"Did my father... have any last words?"
—Shiyue... you have joined hands with a demon to have the Black Contemplation Fortress.—
Although Shiyue recalled the one word that Jeul had said to him, he swallowed the words inwardly and shook his head.
He could not drag the So family manor into Jeul's death.
Not yet... he needed the power of the So family manor.
"Even in death... you can't acknowledge me."
Jeshin, as if to show off, put on the Black Dragon Robe stained with Jeul's blood.
The black light of the Black Dragon Robe seemed to flash, overlapping with Jeshin's shadow. Shiyue carefully raised his head.
His pupils, which were blurred with complicated emotions, were covered by a shadow. He saw Jeshin's back, which was so huge that even the foundation stone of the Black Contemplation Fortress looked dark.
The dragons embroidered on the blood-stained Black Dragon Robe looked as if they were wounded.
"Those who resist me will die! If you pledge your loyalty, I will forgive your rudeness until now!"
Jeshin's lion's roar echoed in the venue, where the confusion had not yet subsided.
As they were not moving easily, Jeshin spread his two hands.
The black energy of the Ten Variations True Art began to rise around him like a haze.
The black airflow that was flowing from the fluttering Black Dragon Robe was reminiscent of Jeul's appearance, and the numerous warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress who had been watching the scene unknowingly dropped their weapons.
Mo Guangdi, who had been supporting the Black Contemplation Fortress, had died, and Jejeong, who had been designated as his successor, had been defeated by Jeshin.
Who would lead the Black Contemplation Fortress in the future, and who would inherit the great cause of the evil path supreme one?
In the two eyes of the numerous warriors of the Black Contemplation Fortress, Jeshin, wearing the Black Dragon Robe, and the staggering Jejeong, who was bleeding, came into view at a glance.
The tide was turning.
"Black Evil Divine Army! Kill Jeshin right now! Right now!"
At the unusual atmosphere, Jejeong staggered and screamed as if he were screaming.
However, the Black Evil Divine Army, which had stopped its attack, did not react to Jejeong's voice.
"What is the Black Evil Divine Army doing?"
The Black Evil Divine Army was the elite that could be called the backbone of the Black Contemplation Fortress.
At Jeshin's one word, the head of a warrior who had not yet sheathed his sword soared into the sky, and a dark red blood gushed out.
The Black Evil Divine Army had drawn their swords and had begun to cut down Jejeong's subordinates.
"H-how can this be..."
Jejeong could not regain his posture in the rapidly changing situation.
As the Black Evil Divine Army changed its mind, the tide of the battle began to turn in an instant.
Jeshin flew his body in front of Jejeong in one go.
The Black Dragon Robe.
As he confirmed the Black Dragon Robe of Jeul, which was caked with blood, with his own two eyes, Jejeong just blinked his two eyes as if he had lost his will to fight.
Jeshin snatched the golden crown that was on Jejeong's head in one go.
"Did you really... kill our father?"
Jejeong, without even thinking of attacking, glared at Jeshin.
(End of Chapter)