The Youngest Member of the Martial Alliance

At the appearance of the Poison King, the battlefield froze.

In this place where over dozens of people were present, not even a single small breath could be heard.

Thud, thud.

Only the sound of footsteps crossing the battlefield dominated the surroundings like thunder.

The Poison King looked around with a calm gaze. Due to the clear green poison ki that was wrapped around his entire body, he even looked like a spiritual being.

"What is all this?"

His voice was moderately low yet held a sense of pressure. The masters who had reached the transcendent realm had a dignity that pressed down on the surroundings just by their existence.

Tang Bicheon looked at his father with cautious eyes. There were times when his dementia symptoms would alleviate, but was it really now of all times?

The energy that burst out from the Poison King's entire body roughly pressed down on the members of the Martial Alliance. The Black Tortoise Unit Commander, Cheol Jiak, approached with dying steps and stood as if to protect Zhuge Lin and the unit members.

"Unit Commander!"

Although Zhuge Lin tried to support the severely injured unit commander, Cheol Jiak, who had pushed her away, was wary of the Poison King.

Of course, the Poison King did not even care. In the first place, for him, annihilating the armed force of the Martial Alliance was not even a moment's amusement.

As the Poison King became hostile to the members of the Martial Alliance, the momentum of the Tang family martial artists revived. They were originally people with good momentum. But, if the Poison King, who had come to his senses, were to join them, it seemed that they could even attack the Martial Alliance main headquarters as it was.

However, Tang Bicheon was different. He knew the Poison King better than anyone else.

'No. He hasn't come to his senses.'

The Poison King before he had dementia was more brilliant and wiser than any martial artist, not just Tang Bicheon. Overwhelming strength was not just a means to threaten the opponent, but just one of the ways to lead the situation to his advantage.

However, now he was just expressing his anger. He had no will to grasp the situation, and he was just thinking that someone had attacked the Tang family.

'Is it instinct?'

Just as Tang Bicheon had eaten the pill and had been faithful to his instincts, the habit of the Poison King, who had protected the Tang family his whole life, had become an instinct and remained in his brain.

"First Elder."

At Tang Bicheon's quiet call, the First Elder, Tang Myeongun, hurriedly approached and bowed his head.

"Take my father to his room."

"Yes? How..."

"The war is already won by us anyway. An uncontrolled weapon is just a threat to us as well."

The First Elder Tang Myeongun's eyebrows twitched. The Poison King was Tang Bicheon's father and his older brother. How could he call him a weapon, no matter how much he had dementia?

There was not a single bit of respect in Tang Bicheon's tone.

As Tang Myeongun stood still, Tang Bicheon growled in a low voice.

"What are you doing?"

"..."

Tang Myeongun was lost in thought as he met Tang Bicheon's cold gaze. A man who could be called the Tang family itself, but the Poison King who had dementia and the actual owner, Tang Bicheon.

The thought was not long.

"...Yes, I understand."

It was when Tang Myeongun was approaching the Poison King.

"Tang Myeonghak, you bastard!"

A single green flash rushed over the heads of the martial artists on the battlefield. It was the Poisonous Hand.

The Poisonous Hand, who had been busy blocking the poison arts of the Tang family martial artists by himself. However, thanks to the martial artists stopping all at once at the appearance of the Poison King, he had some leeway.

The Poisonous Hand, who had rushed in in an instant, unfolded the Two-Formless Poison, which was the result of his lifelong research and his unique special skill.

The palm force containing the poison poured onto the face of the Poison King, Tang Myeonghak.

While everyone was surprised by the sudden situation, the person in question, the Poison King, Tang Myeonghak, did not even blink an eye.

The Poison King lightly stretched out his hand. His hand, which had cut through the poured palm force like water and had rushed in, grabbed the Poisonous Hand's neck.

"Keoheok!"

Thanks to that, the poison that the Poisonous Hand had poured out hit the Poison King's face directly. However, it was useless. The Poisonous Hand's poison could not do any damage to the Poison King.

Poison arts do not work on those who handle stronger poison. If one develops an immunity to a higher-level poison, one can naturally ignore a lower-level poison.

Nevertheless, the Poisonous Hand had thought that the Two-Formless Poison would work on the Poison King. It was a miscalculation.

'I've worked so hard my whole life, but is it still not enough!'

His heart was more resentful and painful than his roughly tightening neck.

The Poison King observed the Poisonous Hand's face with a calm gaze. Although he had an expression as if he were trying to recall something, in the end, he asked like this.

"Who are you to handle a half-baked Formless Poison?"

Half-baked.

Although the Poisonous Hand had researched it his whole life, that was all the evaluation he had heard from the Poison King.

"Shut up! How dare this senile old man evaluate someone!"

The Poison King did not answer. He just showed his other hand. There was nothing in his palm.

However, the moment that empty palm touched the Poisonous Hand's chest.

"K-kuaaak!"

Formless Poison.

Along with the Ten Thousand Flowers Rain, that, which was a secret of the Tang family, was perfectly unfolded from the Poison King's hand.

The Poisonous Hand, while letting out a groan full of pain, tried to capture that Formless Poison in his eyes. If he could see it directly even once, it would be a great help to his research.

However, unfortunately, there was nothing he could see. There was no smell, no form, and no energy.

Thanks to that, he could not dodge or block it, and he only realized that he had been hit after feeling the pain.

"Run, run away!"

The Poisonous Hand shouted as he rolled on the floor in pain.

That guy Cheon Woojin would definitely return. However, if he were facing a disciple of the Dark Heavenly Son, he did not know when he would return.

If the Poison King started to run wild, the members of the Martial Alliance would become corpses in a few breaths.

If Cheon Woojin returned after that, he would smash his own head without a second thought.

"Run away! You worms!"

The Poisonous Hand shouted at the alliance members again. At that shout, the members of the Martial Alliance instinctively took a step or two back.

The Poisonous Hand was a master who had reached the transcendent realm and a public enemy of the martial world. Originally, a couple of armed forces from the Martial Alliance main headquarters would have to be deployed to face him.

The Poison King was subduing such a Poisonous Hand so easily. It was clearly felt what kind of existence a master of the transcendent realm was.

The moment the fear of having to run away came to the minds of the alliance members.

"Where."

The Poison King's energy roughly pressed down on them. Although it was just energy, the members of the Martial Alliance could not take a step. Their breathing was difficult as if they were submerged in deep water, and the desire to live and fear mixed and bloomed.

The Poisonous Hand clicked his tongue. At their level, they could not even properly receive the Poison King's momentum.

'This is why you shouldn't get involved with the Black Master's disciples...'

In the end, he had to step up again.

He had to risk his life and attack the Poison King to save those Martial Alliance members who deserved to be chewed up and killed.

"Tang Myeonghak, you bastard! Don't you even recognize your older brother!"

The Poisonous Hand got up, clutching his chest, which had turned dark from the poison.

The Poison King looked at such a Poisonous Hand with a dry gaze.

"Older brother?"

"Yes, I am your older brother and the greatest elder of the Tang family, Tang Myeongcheon!"

The Poison King, who had approached the Poisonous Hand, flinched.

Then he looked at the Poisonous Hand with narrowed eyes.

How much time had passed?

"Nonsense. My brother Myeongcheon is not a pathetic guy who is obsessed with tricks like you, but one of the few martial artists who can properly handle the poison of the Tang family."

"...!"

The Poisonous Hand's eyes widened. He had not known that the Poison King had thought of him like that.

He felt a strange feeling. However, before he could even sort out that feeling, the Poison King's dagger rushed in.

"I-I'm your brother, you bastard!"

The Poisonous Hand shouted and rolled backward. Five daggers were deeply embedded in the place where he had been. If he had not dodged, they would have all accurately pierced the Poisonous Hand's vital points.

The Poisonous Hand, who had jumped up, poured out all the poison arts he could unfold. He knew. It was just to buy time. How could he win against the Poison King, who was not even affected by the Two-Formless Poison?

As expected, the Poison King gradually approached, lightly ignoring the poison arts that were pouring at him. As the Poisonous Hand jumped back, the Poison King's dagger chased after him.

"Damn it, you bastard!"

The Poisonous Hand spat out a curse and sent his body flying. He had bought enough time. But if they didn't run away, it would be their fault from then on.

'Now I'm the one running away!'

He was on the verge of being killed by the Poison King, regardless of Cheon Woojin or anything else.

The Poisonous Hand kicked the ground one after another and gradually moved away from the Poison King.

He felt a cold hidden weapon rushing in from behind. Although he turned his direction to dodge, another hidden weapon rushed in as if it had been waiting.

The Poisonous Hand clenched his teeth and dodged the hidden weapons that were rushing in one after another. However, it was gradually becoming difficult. Although he had dodged the first hidden weapon with ease, it was becoming more and more close.

At this rate, he would soon have hidden weapons stuck all over his body and would die.

It was then.

- I didn't think you would really not run away.

The moment he sensed death, a single telepathic message was heard.

At the same time, a gray flash was seen from a distance. The moment he confirmed that, the Crescent Moon Staff was already next to his head.

The Poisonous Hand took a breath and hurriedly ducked his head. Then, the Crescent Moon Staff, which had grazed past him, smashed the Poison King's dagger and rushed in as it was.

It was truly a tremendous speed and momentum.

Nevertheless, the Poison King just raised his hand with a calm expression to block the Crescent Moon Staff. No, he tried to block it.

Jjeo-eong-!

The Poison King's figure was sent flying at a tremendous speed, and then he broke a large tree one after another and was sent flying into the ground.

Soon, a man landed next to the Poisonous Hand.

"Nephew!"

The Poisonous Hand was as happy as a person who had met a ray of light on the road to the underworld. Now his nephew was not Tang Bicheon, but Cheon Woojin.

At the word 'nephew', Cheon Woojin frowned slightly. However, he did not scold him. Anyway, it was thanks to the Poisonous Hand really not running away and holding on that the Black Tortoise Unit members were alive.

Cheon Woojin crossed the battlefield with ordinary steps. No one dared to block his way.

As he lightly waved his hand, the Crescent Moon Staff flew from between the thick dust in the distance. Cheon Woojin stopped walking and looked forward with the Crescent Moon Staff hanging down.

Soon, the Poison King walked out from that place. Although it must have been a huge impact, he was so fine without a single injury.

The Poison King approached, thud, thud.

Cheon Woojin just stood still and looked at him with a dry gaze.

Everyone who was watching held their breath.

Soon, the two stood face to face at a close distance.

In the Poison King's hand was a green dagger, and in Cheon Woojin's hand was a dark Crescent Moon Staff.

While they were glaring at each other, a loud shout was heard from behind the Poison King.

"Father! It's that guy! That's the guy who instigated the Martial Alliance Leader and killed all the martial artists of the Tang family!"

It was the young master, Tang Bicheon.

He, who was looking at the appeared Cheon Woojin, thought that it was a real relief that he had not put the Poison King to sleep.

Where, was it just a relief? His father, the Poison King, was one of the few among the martial artists of the transcendent realm. If he wanted to, he could smash that arrogant Cheon Woojin to death right away.

The Poison King's eyebrows twitched as he looked at Cheon Woojin.

To him, who had lived his whole life for the Tang family, the obsession of having to protect the Tang family remained.

A dark green energy bloomed from the Poison King's entire body like a haze. Just by emitting the energy, the surrounding air trembled, and the martial artists took a step back.

However, Cheon Woojin just looked at the Poison King without a single change in his expression.

(End of Chapter)