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Ho-hyeop-kwon Chu-il.

Of course, it’s a nickname I’ve never heard of before.

Originally, Hohyeop-kwon Chui-il was a first-class ronin who enjoyed some fame in the Zhejiang region.

He has surpassed the minimum requirement of being called a master, first-class, and has reached the first-class late-class. Considering his age, which is close to that of Irip, he can be evaluated as having accumulated quite a decent amount of enemy skills for a ronin.

Of course, there was no way Yeonjin knew about the ronin who was active in Zhejiang Province, so Yeonjin, who still had not let her guard down, had no choice but to slightly raise her bamboo stick and face him.

“I’m Yeonjin. Although it’s a fake name, in the martial arts world, I’m black… … ”

“Black giraffe!”

Chuil’s eyes grew wide again.

For a split second, a red light flashed between his eyes, which were as black as obsidian.

“Oh my, Confucius is the famous Black Giraffe. It’s an honor to meet you like this.”

“I don’t think it’s an honor.”

“The humble words of the one who single-handedly destroyed five mountain villages of Nokrim. I will consider this remembrance as an honor for three lives.”

Chuil smiled.

And quickly, he looked up and down Yeonjin.

The spirits of the spirits are completely united. Since the sharp momentum that is characteristic of swordsmen who have reached the state of divine sword unity is not felt, it is likely that they have not yet reached the realm of divine sword unity.

He may not be a child of a noble family, but he must have taken such good elixirs that he was able to break the barrier between life and death and open the Yang veins, which is not befitting his age.

Isn’t it almost at the peak?

An interesting activity that is not appropriate for one’s age.

Chuil’s eyes twisted mischievously as he made that assessment.

“It seems that Confucius didn’t think at all that he would lose. He was confidently thinking of betting money on himself at the gambling table.”

“Of course. Who in the world would expect to lose when they’ve even competed in the Yongbong branch?”

Yeonjin responded, whining.

And at the same time, just like Chuil, Yeonjin’s eyes also scanned Chuil up and down.

Myoryeong. Her apparent age was around the age of 18. Judging from her appearance alone, she didn’t seem to be much older than Yeonjin, but she was still a mysterious woman.

Starting with the way he approached Yeonjin and raised his hand, piercing through her sensitive and sharp senses, Yeonjin could not sense the prayer at all from what she saw and felt.

What this means is that at least the level difference between you and them is not that big, or rather, it is higher.

The central plains are vast and there are many eccentric people. Just before that, she received the highest level of recognition from Namhae Shingum and Chiljeoldoje, and now she is a mysterious woman who makes you wonder where she came from with such a high level of recognition.

“I’m not very knowledgeable, so I’ve never heard of Lady Chu’s name, but she’s quite talented. She’s even pierced my senses, and this might be a big obstacle for me to win.”

Yeonjin smiled and said, pretending to be calm on the outside.

In Yeonjin’s previous life, it was a female expression, and in this world, if translated into everyday language used between men, it could be said to be a euphemism for something like, ‘Some kind of horse bone that rolled in from somewhere pierced my senses. What kind of person are you?’

Even though he was aware of the blatant wariness in her words, Chuil smiled as if it was nothing.

“No way. I’d be satisfied if I could just advance to the third round. Yongbongjihoe is no different from Yongdamhohyeol.”

It was something I didn’t mean.

There are no deceivers, but there are two deceivers.

Yeonjin was openly on guard, and Chuil was just accepting it calmly, so it might be a bit of a stretch to say that there are only people who deceive.

This strange conversation gradually came to an end when Chuil took out a wooden box from his bosom.

“Then, Your Majesty, since it is fate that we met like this, would it be okay if I gave you a gift?”

“Is this a gift?”

“Yes. Would you like to open it?”

Yeonjin accepted the wooden box that Chuil handed her.

What could he possibly hide in a small wooden box? And even though the so-called chivalrous man in front of him was an unknown master, he couldn’t possibly do any harm, so he clicked and opened the wooden box.

Inside the chest were three rings, redder than the red carpet, a deep red color, placed on a red carpet.

“What is this?”

“As you can see.”

Chuil smiled.

“This is a Hwandan called Jaunbohyeoldan. It is good for treating internal injuries and has the ability to stimulate latent power. And as is the case with most things of this type, take one pill at a time. If you do not take the prescribed dosage, there may be aftereffects, so be careful.”

“Jawoonbohyeoldan… … ?”

Yeonjin made a subtle expression.

It looks like a normal item by name, and I can roughly tell what kind of welcome it is.

Although most of these items are made by idiots who don’t even know the first thing about alchemy, in reality, in Haenam Island, these items were often traded among the ronin before the Yongbongjihoe.

But no matter how much he thought about it, there was no reason for Chuil to readily give him something like this.

“Thank you for giving it to me, but why are you giving this to me… … ?”

“Hmm, a gift. Yes. Would you consider it a gift? They say that even a brush with the collar is a connection, and since Confucius declared victory, it will be of great help.”

Chuil answered with a big smile.

And then again, he was single, smiling and winning.

“Then, if we have the chance, I hope we can meet again next time. According to the match schedule, Confucius and I may meet at the Yongbongjihoe. Then, I will cheer on Confucius’s performance.”

As if nothing had happened, he quickly retreated and disappeared into the crowd.

Yeonjin, who was left alone with her hands clasped in her hands, stared at his back for a while.

“… … suspicious.”

Yeonjin muttered.

There is no favor in this world that comes without a price.

Unlike the modern society of my previous life, which had numerous safety devices, this life is a raw, barbaric society.

This is a fact that Yeon-jin knows especially well, as she would have ended up in vain if she had not been kidnapped by the Demonic Cult.

As Chuil himself said, would he readily give something like this to someone who could possibly fight him if he did well, out of pure kindness?

Yeonjin’s eyes narrowed.

“It’s the Jawoonbohyeoldan. No matter how I look at it, this is suspicious.”

Yeonjin’s gaze turned to the Hwandan held in her hand.

A captivating red light that caught the eyes of those who saw it. The refreshing and fragrant scent unique to well-made incense wafted out, but Yeonjin closed the lid of the wooden box.

“If you just accept it because they give it to you, you’re an idiot.”

Yeonjin muttered and carefully wrapped the wooden box in her arms.

It seemed like I had to keep a close eye on Chuil’s secret.

As Yeonjin muttered like that, she turned her attention back to the gambling table to place a bet on herself.

Chuil, who had handed over the Jawoonbohyeoldan to Yeonjin, entered a dark alley and tilted his head with a puzzled expression.

“That’s strange. Isn’t it, enemy?”

“Dangerous. Very dangerous.”

A dark place where no one is watching.

A swaying black shadow rose from her feet, warning of danger.

“There are more variables than you think. From what I just felt, what I felt from the black giraffe was strong magic. At the same time, I felt strong wariness toward Chuil and you. ”

“Oh my god, really?”

Chuil tilted his head.

I knew that Yeonjin was wary because it was obvious, but I didn’t feel it until Magi.

If what Jeokil said is true, then he is the new supernova of the Jeongpa martial arts world.

Isn’t the true identity of the famous black giraffe actually a cultist hiding magic?

When Chuil asked for a detailed explanation with his expression, Jeokil answered with his shadow moving.

“As a result of analyzing the origin of Black Kirin’s martial arts, it is a complex mixture of ascending qigong rooted in Buddhism and magic. Considering the fact that Black Kirin returned the Bokma Yeorae Sword to Shaolin during his actions, it is highly likely that he received ascending martial arts from Shaolin in return.”

“That’s a bit strange. If the enemy felt it, there’s no way Shin Seung didn’t feel it. Then, is he perhaps a cultist who converted and escaped? Unless he’s a cultist with magic all the way down to his bones, or has mastered some magic, he wouldn’t have described the enemy as being so strong.”

“The most reasonable inference at the moment is two-way. As you said, it is more likely that the Shaolin abbot gifted him with a divine power that can suppress the demonic energy, since he was a runaway demon cultist. In that case, it is highly likely that Black Kirin learned the Prajna Great Power of Shaolin’s Seventy-Two Seasons.”

“I guess so. It’s the most confidently used divine technique in Shaolin, and there’s no divine technique in Shaolin that has such an effect on suppressing demonic energy. If it’s from a defected demonic cult, the story gets a little more interesting.”

Tilting your head from left to right.

Chuil, who had been thinking hard for a long time, nodded.

“Yes. If you, the Blood Poet, felt it, then it must be certain that the Black Kirin possesses magic. Then does that mean that the rest of the directions are just that the Black Kirin is a cultist who has completely hidden his identity?”

“That’s also highly likely.”

The enemy responded briefly.

Point of entry.

Either way, wouldn’t things be interesting? In the past few months, the biggest topic of conversation in the entire martial arts world has become a topic of conversation, and with a little exaggeration, the identity of the Black Kirin, which most people in the world would know, is a demon cult.

That’s a powerful twist that hits you in the back of the head.

For Chuil, who originally moved by interest and pleasure, this is an incredibly enjoyable situation.

Chuil muttered, smiling happily.

“Of course, if you’re from the Demonic Cult, then it’s possible to explain it. It’s like having powerful martial arts that don’t match your age. If you’re the enemy, if you have strong magic that’s dangerous, then you must have learned some of the most powerful magic in the Demonic Cult.”

“The level is different. It is not the ordinary magic of ordinary magic. ”

“Does that mean you had to learn the Heavenly Demonic Art? It’s not to that extent, but you may have learned some great magic arts. Anyway, it’s fun. If you expose this fact with evidence, it will be quite a spectacle.”

As if he was happy just imagining it, Chuil’s movements, which had been stroking Jeokil’s head as a congratulatory gesture, suddenly stopped.

“But wait a minute.”

Even the enemy that had been growling like an animal at Chuil’s touch stood still and stopped moving.

Her expression turned cold.

“But if the Black Kirin that attacked Nokrim was really a member of the Demonic Cult, then there is a possibility that the Demonic Cult was involved in this incident where the King of Nokrim was murdered by an unidentified villain.”

A low, heavy voice, completely different from before.

After a long silence, Jeokil finally answered.

“It is not impossible. The assassin who killed the Green Forest King has not been clearly identified, but if the Demonic Cult intervened, it is highly likely that the highest level of the Demonic Cult killed the Green Forest King.”

“Why? What is the reason? Why did you have to come out of the Demonic Cult to become the Green Forest King?”

“Unknown.”

“That’s right. Yeah, I don’t know. Oh, this is no fun anymore.”

Chuil’s mind was cold and cold.

“Enemy. For the time being, go around and investigate. Thoroughly check if there are any cult members hiding in this city. ”

“Check command.”

The enemy disappeared into the shadows again. After the enemy’s presence had completely disappeared, it was not Chuil, but the red-eyed princess who touched her forehead.

“Has the Demonic Cult noticed already? I don’t think so.”

Chuil muttered and burst into laughter.

“Well, I’m not sure yet. Anyway, I think I need a more intense mood change.”