Compared to regular magic, it was much more violent and powerful, but its side effects were just as powerful. Most people who learned dark magic were eaten by the magic and fell into a state of possession, killing people and meeting their end. That’s why the Heavenly Demon Sect strictly forbids learning dark magic.

Dark magic was the magic that came out when you learned dark magic. The energy was so powerful that I tried to break my opponent’s spirit first.

“What kind of trash did you learn?”

“You say that even when you die buried in trash.”

“I came here to kill you for nothing. If I had just left you alone, you would have died from the side effects of dark magic.”

“You won’t die from the side effects. I successfully blocked the side effects with the internal energy I gained through the Heart Soul Method.”

I drew my black magic sword, feeling that it would not be an easy fight.

When the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon reached out his hand, a black aura wrapped around his hand.

When the aura disappeared, he was holding a black sword in his hand. At first glance, it was no ordinary sword.

“I will kill you and one day, I will kill your father with my own hands and take his place.”

“You are too scared to do that. You will live your whole life hiding your ambitions while saving your life.”

In fact, even before his return, he never revealed that he had mastered the dark magic. He took it to the end as a desperate measure to protect himself.

We were angry at each other, and we poured our internal energy into our swords as much as our anger.

The swords clashed in the air.

Bam!

An ear-splitting explosion erupted. Neither I nor Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon were pushed back an inch. We were neck and neck in terms of internal energy. If he had not exhausted his internal energy through the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon’s multiple previous attempts at the art of subjugation, he would have overwhelmed me with his internal energy after transforming. This is the power of Dark Magic.

I fought him with the Bicheon Sword Technique from the beginning. He was an enemy I had to fight with only my best first-formula.

The first-formula, Gyuncheon-sik, was unleashed.

Swish!

A single ray of sword light cut the Sub-Hon Ma-Jon in two. When a perfect line was drawn, the Sub-Hon Ma-Jon, who should have been cut at the waist, was rising up and swinging his sword. The Sub-Hon Ma-Jon's shout burst out in a deep voice!

"Human Destruction!"

It was a sword as fast as light.

Six sword lines appeared where I was standing and then disappeared.

If I hadn't used the Flashing Potion to dodge, I would have been cut into six pieces and died there.

"Demon Destruction!"

The Sub-Hon Ma-Jon also didn't make the mistake of giving me a chance with a sloppy attack. The second first-formula, stronger and faster than the previous one, flew in.

This time, the space I was standing in was torn into twelve pieces. The sight of twelve sword lines appearing and disappearing at the same time was truly spectacular.

This time, I dodged with a flashing dagger, but it was even more dangerous than before.

Before he could launch his third attack, the Bicheon Sword Technique, the Jei-shik Transformation, was unleashed.

My sword transformed twelve times in front of the Seop-hon Ma-jon.

Seop-hon Ma-jon did not dodge, but struck back with his sword one by one. Sparks flew every time the swords clashed.

As the transformations created by the Transformation became greater, the white light emanating from Seop-hon Ma-jon’s eyes became more intense. After striking the last twelfth transformation, he immediately counterattacked.

“Destruction!”

His third attack, which became stronger and stronger, and the third form of the Bicheon Sword Technique, the Hyeon-cheon-shik, were unleashed at the same time.

Fortunately, I was not in the space that was being split into twenty-four pieces.

I dodged, but the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon couldn't.

Choo-a-a-aak!

Hyun-Cheon-Sik tore the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon's shoulder. However, no blood came out of his body. His blackened skin was as strong as a robe. Based on that strength, the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon's attacks continued. His shout was consumed by the sound of a whistle!

"Destruction!"

The forty-eight sword lines were splendidly embroidered. The space occupied by his sword light gradually grew larger.

Although he was powerful, he had one weakness. Because he lacked practical experience using this magic, his attacks were monotonous. If I had used that martial art, I would never have been able to dodge.

After barely dodging, I fired the sacrificial ritual of the sword energy discharge, Yeom-Cheon-Sik.

The sword energy flew at a terrifying speed and struck the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon with a thud. The Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon, who had been staggering as if he was going to fall, regained control of his body. The part that should have been cut off and disappeared was still there.

A line of black liquid flowed from the corner of Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon’s mouth, but he still looked solid.

“Lee Gong-Ja, why aren’t you ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) using the Nine-Fire Demonic Power?”

Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon’s voice changed to a hoarse sound, sounding like it wasn’t human. It meant that he had become one with the dark demonic power he had mastered. If this were to continue, he would eventually be eaten by the demonic power. Such powerful demonic power always demands a price.

Nevertheless, he was pushing himself too hard, and I was in danger.

“I thought I could beat you without using Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon.”

It was an intentional provocation. The moment you lose your composure in a close fight, you lose your life as well. And this provocation had another purpose.

“Your pride will eventually lead you to death…….”

The moment the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon spoke, the best of the Bicheon-Geom method, the Jeo-Sik Chang-Cheon-Sik, was unleashed. It was a decisive attack that cut off the breathing of the opponent who was speaking.

The Chang-Cheon-Sik cut the guy’s neck precisely. However, the neck was not cut, and only black liquid flowed out.

Even the Chang-Cheon-Sik doesn’t cut the neck?

“You really have become a monster.”

At my words, the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon rushed toward me. He seemed to be bursting with rage, but his breathing was steady. The tactic of a fierce general didn’t work on him.

We flew into the sky, waiting for an opportunity to unleash a desperate attack.

Even as we soared, our swords clashed endlessly. Just as two dragons embrace each other and ascend, we wrapped ourselves around each other and fought.

The only thing that filled the place was the sound and light of the sword and the sword that was invisible to the eye. The place where the Sub-Soul Demon Lord, known to only use the Sub-Soul Art, hid this kind of magic as his last resort, this is the place of Murim.

At the end of the splendid melee, the moment we separated from each other, the Sub-Soul Demon Lord’s eyes shone bright white.

‘It’s dangerous!’

The Sub-Soul Demon Lord made his last move. His shout burst out in a perfect crack!

“Heavenly Destruction!”

I didn’t dodge. His opportunity was also my opportunity. We saw the same opportunity and swung our swords at that gap.

I poured all my internal energy into the Eighth Form of the Flying Heavenly Sword, the Yellow Spring Form, together with the Underworld Treasure.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Two lights crossed.

A splendid sword light was drawn on the side where I was standing. The space was split into ninety-six pieces, cutting off one entire side. It was truly an amazing sight.

The Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon did not look at the amazing sight he had created. He was looking down at his heart.

Blood flowed out from the heart that had been pierced by my black magic sword. It was not black liquid, but red blood. His huge heart that had been throbbing vigorously had stopped moving.

“How on earth…?”

I calmly spoke to him, full of distrust.

“Your heart is so big, it’s easy to stab.”

How could that be? That’s what I meant when I said that he met his end today because of his greed for stealing the hearts of innocent people.

As black smoke leaked out from his body, his transformation began to break.

He, who had been more monstrous than a monster, had once again transformed into an ordinary person in the world who could probably save ten people from Maga Village.

“……It wasn’t the Nine-Hwa Demonic Sect?”

“It was a combination of the Underworld Treasure and the Eighth Form of the Heavenly Sword Technique.”

“The Underworld Treasure?”

“The Underworld Treasure of the Wind God’s Treasure.”

“How did you get the Wind God’s Treasure?”

“It seems that the heavens have arranged for you not to die.”

It wasn’t a lie. If it weren’t for the Wind God’s Treasure, I would have died in today’s fight. I realized it desperately. You should never let your guard down when dealing with the Demon Lord.

Honestly, since I had obtained the Blood Eye Essence, I was confident that I would defeat him.

However, he had a secret plan. If it weren’t for the Wind God’s Treasure, I would have died. It was a very dangerous move.

The Blood Heavenly Sword Demon, the Ilhwa Sword Lord, and the other remaining Demon Lords. They must have hidden a plan that is different from what they appear to be.

Today, I became stronger.

It wasn’t that he became stronger by killing the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon, but because he would never let his guard down again.

The Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon slowly collapsed.

As he died, the space he had created began to crack.

His black eyes, which had been moving so actively, grew and shrank, lost their vitality. He looked up at me and spoke with difficulty.

“……If you are reborn, I will definitely kill you then.”

I didn’t respond with a curse.

“If you are reborn, live a long life then. There must be other good methods besides this one.”

His eyes wavered at my words. He tried to say something, but he couldn’t get it out. It could have been a more vicious curse, or he could have tried to convey his final regret.

The Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon lowered his head and died. At the same time, the world he had created disappeared.

We were back where we had first tried to practice the Heart Soul Law.

Even after death, the Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon presented the last mystery.

The Sub-Hon-Ma-Jon was dead, sitting cross-legged. We fought so madly, but he didn’t have a single wound, as if he had died from a magic spell. He had died in his own world that he loved so much.

I quietly left the place, holding the child lying on the altar.

* * *

I bought some good alcohol and snacks and returned to Blood Heavenly Demon.

I left the child with Seo Dae-Ryong and told him to secretly find his parents. Since I told him that he was a child who almost fell victim to the Great Law, the quick-witted and smart Seo Dae-Ryong would know how to handle it secretly.

“Why did it take so long? Did you really make the snacks yourself?”

“How did you know?”

“What?”

“It took a while to make the snacks.”

“What are you talking about? What kind of snacks are they?”

Blood Heavenly Demon looked at the food I had brought and made a puzzled expression.

“It’s not a long dish, is it?”

I smiled and poured a drink for Hyeolcheondoma.

“Here, have a drink. The night is still long.”

“Is the old man as strong as you? If he stays up all night, he’ll be exhausted all day.”

“You’re still in good shape. Come on, enjoy your meal today.”

“Lee Gongja, you look happy today.”

“Yes, I’m happy.”

“For what?”

“It’s just nice to see you, old man.”

Hyeolcheon Doma looked at me with eyes that seemed to wonder what on earth he was planning.

But how could he know? That I killed the Subhon Majon while I was away.

We had a few drinks in a row after meeting for the first time in a long time. It seemed like this was the first time I had ever had such a refreshing and pleasant drink since meeting him.

We talked about many things. About the current state of the martial arts world, about martial arts, about Seodaeryong and Geomjon.

Others might think it was surprising, but we were both talkative, so we couldn’t run out of topics to talk about while drinking.

“Do you know why I liked Jwibangul?”

“Why?”

“I asked him on the first day. If he would give his life for you, he said he couldn’t.”

“I guess I have to scold him.”

“I liked his honesty back then.”

“Tell Inspector Seo directly. He’ll probably like it.”

“No problem.”

“Then I’ll tell you next time. Someone has to do this. A single word like this can change a life. Why do you think that way?”

“You really take care of everyone. If you keep doing this, you’ll even take care of the guy who cleans up horse manure in the stables. Why, why don’t you go and feed him some food together?”

“If you can, wouldn’t that be a good thing?”

“I’ve never seen anyone like you in my entire life.”

“The same goes for our school. It’ll be a Cheonmasin Church that we’ve never seen before. For a generation, wouldn’t that be okay?”

Hyeolcheon Doma stared at me. His eyes were deep as he looked at me, wondering what he was thinking.

“Lee Gongja.”

“Yes.”

“Pour me a drink.”

I had always poured him drinks up until now. But this time, it felt different than usual.

I could feel it. The drink I was pouring now had a different meaning than the other drinks.

So I told him.

“I’ll pour the first drink for my left-handed servant.”

I could have said something like, “What nonsense are you talking about?” but he accepted the drink without saying anything. I poured a full glass of wine.

Hyeolcheon Doma looked down at the glass for a long time.

And then he emptied the glass.

Maybe at this moment, he had truly decided to follow me?

Of course, I can only guess. He was really an unpredictable person.

Then Doma suddenly said.

“Is the left-handed servant high? Is the right-handed servant high? If you’re going to do it, order the high one.”

I stared blankly at him for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“Hahahaha.”

We drank all night.

Even if things go well like this, one day, a slip of the tongue can ruin a relationship. That’s why you have to keep building it. Until it becomes a solid relationship that can’t be ruined by one or two mistakes. Whether it’s drinking, fighting, gifts, careful advice, or insincere compliments. Whatever it is, you have to build it up and build it up again. I make mistakes, and he can make mistakes too.

“You look handsome today.”

“You crazy bastard.”

Hyeolcheon Doma held up his Destruction Sword and flashed it at our faces.

“Now, look at my face clearly and say it again.”

“Hahaha.”

“Why are you laughing! I told you to say he’s handsome!”

“You shouldn’t confess to a girl when you’re drunk.”

Bloodthirsty Doma laughed, saying that he caught the flatterer. I laughed too.

The luck of getting my real person will be given to at least one of those who put in this much effort.