Chronicles Of The Martial God’s Return

Episode 11:

Late at night.

Jang Sam-tae was sitting in a corner of the red light district, drinking. Although he did not go into a separate room, perhaps because he had a lot of money, there were courtesans sitting around him, wafting all kinds of scents.

Although Jang Sam-tae originally intended to lead this kind of life, he was strangely calm and expressionless. It also seemed as if he was in a bad mood.

“Why aren’t you eating like this?”

“Hoho, try some of this.” The courtesans’ gentle touches and laughter pierced my ears.

Every time that happened, glasses were passed around and strong alcohol went down my throat. Jang Sam-tae, who had a sour expression on his face, felt the gentle touch of the women but was not moved at all, which seemed quite bizarre.

It was good from the women’s perspective.

Even though I ordered a lot of alcohol, I kept emptying the bottle and didn’t care even though I was served expensive food. Since each bottle of alcohol and every snack was their income, it was as if they had created a perfect family.

“Ah, Sibeol… Even if I drink, I don’t get drunk… I learned what this guy’s martial arts skills are for.”

At that time, Jang Sam-tae

took a gulp from the bottle and wrote the award.

Although alcohol is involved, it detoxifies naturally. Jang Sam-tae felt like he finally understood why people who called themselves Namgung-cheon and Sadohak did not get drunk even though they drank so much.

Of course, it doesn’t mean you can’t get drunk completely.

You may feel intoxicated to some extent, but that’s it.

That couldn’t ease this shitty feeling.

“Have you learned martial arts?”

“Yes, great martial arts!”

Jang Sam-tae stretched out his chest and pounded it.

He was overflowing with pride, as if he were saying that if there was someone who had risen from third-rate status to this high, come out and see him.

Although I did not know his exact skills, I also knew that his skills were not low as he was now quite superior within the manor.

The Parak Honi third-rate warriors that I was so afraid of in the past are no longer noticeable.

‘Killing people…’ The moment I thought that, I unconsciously frowned.

They do not hesitate to kill people.

The moment I decided to kill him, I had to break his neck.

Although life as a warrior was not that good, Jang Sam-tae could not give up these things.

Isn’t the reason you learned martial arts in the first place was to protect Dansomi?

I didn’t want to go out and trust only Gyeonggong again.

“damn!”

Jang Sam-tae, who had been thinking that far, blew on the bottle again. The face of a person who was caught for fooling around with only one belief in Gyeonggong came to mind.

Not someone I liked very much since childhood.

However, if there were no Geum Dae-ryang, just as there was no Jang Sam-tae today without Dan Woo-hyeon, it was as clear as day that he would have become a corpse and been buried somewhere.

In the first place, it was because of that that he survived and met Danwoo-hyeon, so it was also a situation where he couldn’t even say that he was an old man who didn’t help his life in the slightest.

At that time, the courtesan’s voice was heard softly.

“If you learned martial arts, people over there would know it too, right?”

“there?”

Then, I glanced at one place along the line of sight and saw a group of people huddled together.

What was so pleasant was that three or four people were occupying a large table and drinking with countless courtesans beside them.

Their loud voices, which I had not been able to hear until now because I was in a bad mood, stayed in my ears.

“Hahaha! Drink! “Today, Lord Munju is going to shoot you big!”

“Thank you, death penalty! “I never dreamed this day would come!”

They must have been from a certain sect, and they were chatting loudly and drinking. Perhaps because each person had a sword by their side, people rarely tried to go around them.

It was because I was worried that I might get angry. Only the courtesans and men seemed to be in a good mood.

If that were the case, I would have stayed in a separate room, so why are I drinking in a place like this?

The moment when Jang Sam-tae is making an expression that I don’t understand at all.

“So now that we’ve caught the old man, all we have to do is make whoever was with him blow?”

“yes! “Now that Lord Mun has come and tortured us, we won’t be able to hold out for long.”

“Aren’t you going to die then?” The men spoke in quite calm voices, different from their worried tone. They are not people who would blink an eye when someone who is not even a relative dies in the first place.

Jang Sam-tae’s ears perked up.

Naturally, eyes focused on them.

“But does it really exist?”

“Well… I guess it’s clear. “Otherwise, there’s no way you could run away like that.”

“I heard that the source is not clear…”

Their voices were sometimes quiet and sometimes loud.

All of Jang Sam-tae’s nerves were focused on each and every sound that struck his ears. Finally, the moment he heard what he wanted, he gave strength to the bottle he was holding.

“Anyway, that old man is going to die. One way or another, it is certain that the end result will be bad.”

“I guess so. But before that, I’d rather die.”

I heard a sigh and a sneer.

This is a smile that appears because he already knows what kind of torture Moonju will inflict. Proper torture is so severe that even trained people cannot easily endure it, and shaking an old man who is now dying is not an easy task.

Pak-!

At that time, the liquor bottle that Jang Sam-tae was holding broke.

Everyone was shocked as the fragments flew everywhere and the alcohol soaked the floor.

Not only did Gong Cheon-mun, who was talking, listen, but even the courtesans who were next to Jang Sam-tae were frightened and opened their eyes.

Jang Sam-tae stood up without saying a word.

Then, without a single expression, he hurriedly approached the candidates for nomination.

Is it because of that bloody momentum?

One by one, the Gongcheon disciples who had been watching quietly picked up the swords they had left nearby, and those who realized that the atmosphere was unusual began to quietly go out.

“What?”

The one who seemed to be the eldest looked at Jang Sam-tae, who was standing tall in front of him. I was so full of life that I felt like if I said even one wrong word, my head would be cut off.

This is because it interfered with their enjoyment.

At that time, Jang Sam-tae stretched out his hand and grabbed his eldest brother’s hair.

‘oh!’ As soon as something happened, I hit my head on the plate with the snacks on it.

puck!

A heavy sound rang out.

The plate was broken and the person’s face was covered in all kinds of food. The plate was broken and even his head was broken, with blood flowing down from it.

“You rotten bastards… Is it funny that people say, ‘Let’s just wait and see?’”

Jang Sam-tae glared at the remaining people sharply.

That life is scary.

The raised gaze seemed to show no fear of them whatsoever. Finally, as soon as he spoke, a man next to him quickly threw his sword.

“this guy!”

“What is this guy!”

The flying sword is quite slow.

To Jang Sam-tae, who had seen the swords of people like Namgung So-hye, Zhuge Yan, and Kwon Mu-jin for a long time, it just felt like a turtle and a sword.

As soon as he slightly raised his head, the blade passed by and Jang Sam-tae stretched out his foot and struck the chair he was sitting on.

puck!

The chair broke with a violent sound.

Fragments flew into the chest of the man who had been shot.

“Gagging!”

The moment the man’s body was so shocked that it flew up and hit the wall, Jang Sam-tae kicked the table without stopping and hit the face of the person across from him.

Quadang-!

Another man fell with a violent sound.

The sight of him subduing three or four people in an instant made him truly look like a master among experts, and it seemed like no one present could beat Jang Sam-tae.

Jang Sam-tae threw away his eldest brother, who was holding his hair.

‘thud!’ He fell from the air with a sound and the moment his body hit the floor, he let out a scream and swallowed the hohom.

“Wow!”

“You bastards… where do you get all these useless things? So, where is your bastard Munju? “Tell me something.” Jang Sam-tae stretched out his foot and stepped on the chest of his eldest brother, who was lying face down, and then applied more and more force. A faint sound was heard, and it felt as if my bones would shatter if I applied just a little more force.

The face of the eldest brother, who had finally come to his senses, became reflective, and at the same time he realized that he was dead and looked at Jang Sam-tae with eyes full of fear.

“Kwaaa■ah!” Geumdaeryang screamed.

The pain that is so unbearable is beyond words. My head was shaking and my legs were shaking.

A sensation as if every bone, flesh, and nerve in my body were being cut off. In reality, if that were the case, I would not have been able to escape death, but it was amazing that I could just feel that sensation and still survive.

I let out a rough breath.

Saliva was flowing from the mouth and the eyes were unfocused.

I just realized that there was someone standing in front of me.

“I… really… none…” I managed to get the words out.

Since I didn’t know what the other person wanted, I vehemently denied what I didn’t have and begged them to save me.

But the other person didn’t care at all.

Rather, it is a cold expression.

“Of course I will say there is none. But is life more important or is it more critical? “When you die, you lose everything.”

“I really don’t exist. Someone stole it and ran away.”

“Haha, you want me to believe that the world’s golden king tree has been stolen?”

Gong Ma-jung, the head of the Gong Cheon Mun, sneered.

He is none other than the golden king of the world.

When it came to thieves, he was one of the greatest thieves in the world, and he was considered a legend among thieves. No matter how old a person like that is, are you telling us to believe that his things were stolen?

Even now, the words….

“Anyway, it seems like Bigyeop is real.” With Geumdaeryang’s words, the existence of a major class became certain.

Gong Ma-jeung trembled.

This is the secret level of the martial god that is said to be legendary. If you obtain it, you will not only regain the influence that was beginning to be lost to the Cheondohoe, but you will also be able to bring all the honors of being the best sect in the world and the best person in the world.

It is at the very top of this martial forest.

The more I thought about it, the more excited I felt and my desire became more intense.

I want to get my hands on it right now.

I can’t wait to get it.

There is no doubt that Geum Dae-ryang thinks he has it, so no matter what method is used, he will definitely get it.

It seemed that Geum Dae-ryang’s eyes, which were telling the truth, could not be seen in Gong Ma-jung’s eyes, which were twisted with desire.

“say! Hurry up and say it! “Where are you?”

“Kwaaaaaak!”

The moment Gong Ma-jung felt Geum Dae-ryang’s pulse again, a tremendous roar rang out. The sight of him trembling and struggling like crazy was to the point where I couldn’t even open my eyes.

But Gong Ma-jung was watching.

The smile on his lips was devilish, and his greedy eyes were disgusting.

at that time.

bang-!

A loud noise was heard from somewhere.

Gong Ma-jung, startled, hurriedly took his hand off the Mac and looked away. Although he couldn’t see anything because everything was blocked, the look in his eyes as he looked toward the direction from which the sound came was somehow strange.

[Hey you bastard! Where are you—!] Boom!

It was at that moment that I heard a man’s voice.

The Return of the Warlord side story

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