Chapter: 980
“I’ve found traces of the bastard.”
These were the words spat out by General Yu Sa toward Hong Jeong.
How long has it been since the banquet ended that you’ve already managed to find traces?
While the question did arise, it wasn’t really something that mattered much to Hong Jeong.
What was important here was:
“You handle it.”
The fact that the general had given her orders.
Upon hearing that, Hong Jeong didn’t feel surprised at all.
“Oh.”
She smiled brightly and seemed genuinely pleased.
How could she not be happy?
A mysterious person had suddenly appeared, knocking down even more leaders.
They didn’t know who it was or just how strong they were.
It was said that White had already been defeated, and Blue was on the verge of death.
But that was irrelevant.
Just a clueless fool and a weakling.
The remaining one was decidedly unlucky, too.
Normally, they were pathetic people undeserving of even a slight regard, let alone getting involved.
Still, they were not weak. At least Hong Jeong acknowledged that much, even if she didn’t know anything else.
“Two such guys have been taken down.”
Can you believe they got taken out by an unknown entity?
How powerful could that being possibly be?
As she felt this, Hong Jeong trembled.
“… I want to fight.”
She loathed the weak and loved the strong.
That was the meaning of the Red House.
And so, she had torn her weak father apart.
Her weaker brothers’ hearts had been ripped out.
Because he was far weaker than her. Yet she just couldn’t understand why he was above her in status.
So, she killed him. She couldn’t fathom that someone weaker would dare to be above her.
Hong Jeong is that kind of person.
Someone who enjoys fighting the strong while detesting the weak.
In fact, the story of her once charging at General Yu Sa, nearly facing death, was famous even in Yawol.
A yearning and thirst for strength.
That was the essence of Hong Jeong’s life and the reason for her existence.
“Hahahahahaha—!!”
That’s why Hong Jeong couldn’t hold back her laughter as she watched the killing intent manifesting before her.
Rumble… … !!!
“What is that?”
The sudden outpouring of murderous energy made the red-clad leader, Hong Jeong, flinch.
It was immense power. So dense and sharp that it made one’s hair stand on end.
How could the killing intent coming from a living being be so formidable?
Hong Jeong, dripping with cold sweat, recalled the past.
The day she clashed with Yu Sa.
The murderous energy she felt that day.
Even then, it was overpowering enough to make her nauseous, but this felt different.
If Yu Sa exuded anger and various emotions through his malicious energy, this was simply:
“Just killing intent itself.”
There existed only the desire to kill the opponent.
No other emotions were felt at all.
Neither rage nor any other sentiment.
From the author, all that existed was a simple feeling of wanting to kill.
“……amazing.”
She felt it resonate in her arms.
This was a type of death energy she had never encountered before.
Hong Jeong felt the energy and couldn’t help but smirk.
“Hehe.”
The strong intrigue it sparked within her.
Should she thank the general for granting her this opportunity?
She wasn’t quite sure.
Hong Jeong clenched her fist without a second thought.
At that moment.
“You bastard.”
The man in front of her.
What did he say? Oh, right.
“Cheonma.”
A devil descended from the heavens.
The one who called himself that spoke to Hong Jeong.
“I despise those who don’t know their place.”
With each word, the murderous energy intensified. The more she gazed, the more astonished she became.
Just how could he be so powerful?
Hong Jeong found herself glancing upward at the sky without even realizing it.
The sky was clear. It must be daytime.
A blessing bestowed upon the Wolya tribe by the Lord of the Worlds.
The blood power that could render one stronger than anyone else on a moonlit night.
How could a member of the Wolya tribe be so strong without receiving it?
“Can a general do that?”
Yu Sa was undeniably a member of the Wolya tribe. Even among the pureblood Wolyas, he was the strongest.
Could he also emanate such a presence during the day?
Hong Jeong suddenly grew curious about that, yet she had an inkling it wouldn’t be the case.
At that moment.
“What are you looking at?”
Cheonma spoke to Hong Jeong.
“How can you gaze at the sky while you are the sky?”
What an arrogant statement.
Hong Jeong couldn’t help but widen her eyes at the confidence he displayed while proclaiming himself the sky.
The skies of the ten thousand worlds belong solely to the master.
Every living being in this world knows this without exception.
Who would have thought there would be someone claiming to be the sky beneath the earth he had created?
“You. Are you insane?”
Hong Jeong, startled, exclaimed with a chuckle.
“Well.”
Cheonma, brimming with killing intent, replied to Hong Jeong in an oddly soothing tone.
“That might be.”
Crack—!!!
“…!”
Hong Jeong turned to the side upon hearing the violent sound. Her knee was pressed against her arm.
Her arm appeared twisted in an odd direction, likely due to the impact.
Just before the pain hit her,
Crash—!!
Hong Jeong’s vision warped.
Her eyes, which had been fixated straight ahead, were now gazing up at the sky.
It indicated her body had been lifted.
Her cognition was sluggish.
Hong Jeong grit her teeth and steeled herself.
She was emitting energy while desperately trying to twist her body.
Snap—!
This time it was her waist.
Bang—! Crunch—!!
And then her legs.
“Ugh!”
Despite spitting out a groan, Hong Jeong couldn’t conceal her shock.
The attacking body parts accurately predicted her movements.
Not allowing her to turn.
Not allowing her to escape.
Not allowing her to resist.
Not allowing her to move.
Cheonma had completely beaten Hong Jeong’s body.
Yes, beaten. That expression seems to fit better than anything else.
Bang—! Her forehead slammed against the ground, sending her bouncing back.
The body that had been looking at the sky was now staring at the ground.
“Cough…!”
Blood began to spew forth. Yet, her eyes didn’t close.
She could see it. A foot digging into her face.
She lifted her hands to shield herself. This time she blocked it—.
Whack—!
“Cough…!”
It wasn’t her face that got hit. It was her abdomen. Even that was a body blow.
The body hit in the gut lurched upward. It was clear she’d be floating in midair, but—
Whirr—!!
Cheonma wouldn’t even allow that.
Out of nowhere, a cloth coiled tightly around Hong Jeong’s body.
It was a perfect binding.
Desperately, Hong Jeong struggled to rip the cloth off her body.
“Why is this…?”
The cloth was strangely tough, refusing to tear.
That’s when it began.
“Huh.”
Cheonma’s low sigh reached Hong Jeong’s ears.
Pababababababak—!!!
With astounding speed, Cheonma bombarded Hong Jeong with punches. Even if she bounced back, even if she swayed, the punches kept coming.
Shock coursed through every part of her body.
“—-!!!”
She couldn’t even scream. All she did was get pounded by the relentless fists. The only thing she could do was watch the fists extending beyond her blurry vision.
Only after taking quite a beating did the cloth binding Hong Jeong finally unravel.
“Ugh…ugh!”
Letting out a pained voice, Hong Jeong gradually began to collapse.
Was this it? As her vision faded, Hong Jeong felt herself slipping into unconsciousness.
Crunch!
Cheonma seized a handful of Hong Jeong’s hair and yanked her up.
Simultaneously, in a hand charged with power, Cheonma poked Hong Jeong on the forehead.
Zzzriiing—!!
“…!!”
The energy spread through her body, sharpening Hong Jeong’s senses.
“Ugh… hooh…”
It was unclear whether it was drool or blood trickling from her mouth. Hong Jeong stared at Cheonma with trembling eyes.
“What are you doing?”
His voice was low.
It had a tone and atmosphere utterly unchanged from when they first met.
And the gaze was the same as well.
An arrogant pair of eyes, as though looking down at her from high above.
“You worthless insect.”
Cheonma’s deep voice brushed past Hong Jeong’s ears.
“I have yet to permit you to fall.”
Thunk—! At those words, Hong Jeong felt her body tremble without her consent.
“At the very least, it should provide some entertainment, shouldn’t it?”
For the first time, she felt a hint of change in his voice.
A hint of laughter.
Amidst the stoic and heavy tone, there was a trace of amusement.
Hearing that, Hong Jeong felt something stir within her. What is this sensation?
It was something she had never experienced before.
What could invoke such a stirring within her, causing cold sweat and trembling?
“Ah…”
Contemplating, Hong Jeong soon grasped what that feeling was.
“This is fear.”
This is indeed fear.
A distant emotion she hadn’t felt even from the general.
So this is what fear feels like.
And this is what true dread is.
“Guh… Hahaha… Hehe…”
Hong Jeong laughed, blood dripping from her.
“… It’s thrilling.”
She had discovered too late how exhilarating fear could be.
She longed to feel more.
To experience this new and thrilling sensation again.
As she made that judgment, Hong Jeong looked at Cheonma, but—
“Your eyes are disgusting.”
Cheonma seemed to lose interest in Hong Jeong. He slowly reached out toward her eyes.
As his fingertips drew nearer, intending to pluck out her eyes—
“… Stop.”
The voice from behind halted Cheonma’s hand.
With a faint smile, he spoke to the owner of the voice.
“What a pity. If you had been a little later, I would’ve entertained myself a bit longer…”
Cheonma had seemingly known who was approaching, remaining indifferent.
“Why did you show up? If you planned to hide like a rat, you should have kept doing so.”
“…”
Yusa frowned at Cheonma’s words.
“Did you know I was hiding?”
“Haha.”
Unable to hold back, Cheonma burst into laughter at Yusa’s remark.
And then—
Bang—!!
He forcefully threw Hong Jeong to the ground.
The impact sent Hong Jeong’s body rolling on the ground, unconscious.
“So, did you think I wouldn’t recognize your antics?”
“…”
Upon hearing that Cheonma was aware of her hiding, Yusa narrowed one eye.
“And yet you engaged in a battle with the Red?”
She’d known all along that she could’ve intervened at any time to turn the situation around.
However, despite that knowledge, the fact that she had engaged the Reds puzzled Yusa, prompting her to speak.
“A battle?”
Cheonma replied dismissively, as if finding it comical.
“Do you call that pathetic display a battle?”
“…”
What Red had performed was mere shenanigans. Moreover, Yusa could have easily intervened without consequence.
The meaning behind those words caused Yusa’s expression to warp significantly.
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