“Run away?”
Young Jeon snorted at the words of Kang Mui as if the warning made no sense.
For a while, he thought that this man was making fun of his clan, the Wicked Spear Clan.
In the Wicked Spear Clan, there was a shockable item which would be attached to a club and was used to stun the person. It expanded like a spear and had the maximum output to kill.
Young Jeon was a master at handling the spear which shocked, and he was proud that no one could go against him in his clan.
‘We have been looking for the right moment and these young kids are provoking us without even knowing how the world even works.’
Young Jeon was 32.
Unlike all the young kids of the Eight Evil Families who joined the academy at a young age, training and growing clumsy with no experience, he was in the Imperial palace.
He traveled all around the world and gained much needed experience, maturing in the process.
‘Besides, we are even a battlefield worthy team in the palace.’
And there was always a political battle ensuing in the palace.
There were many unseen battles happening, and Young Jeon managed to endure the political fights and stay within the palace.
This in and of itself meant that he was mature on a whole different level.
“Puah!”
“Did you smile?”
Kang Mui frowned, to which Young Jeon shook his head.
“Who would not laugh here? Young master knows nothing.”
“I know nothing?”
“I can understand that being by the side of the kids, you would feel afraid of even the academy’s masters.”
Kang Mui frowned at this, this guy was not listening to his warning.
“Of course, I understand the feeling but when you move to the imperial palace you will see a whole different world.”
“Different world?”
“Yes. That person is a lot different from when you last met him.”
Young Jeon’s face trembled as he thought of him. It wasn’t for nothing that that man was given the name ‘Il (One).’
A monster who truly accepted the blood of his father, another monster.
“Tch tch.”
Kang Mui clicked his tongue.
It felt like he was looking at his own reflection right now.
After being able to fully draw out the power of the three attributes, he too thought he could fight with anyone and take over the world, but the world wasn’t kind to him.
‘That one… is not a human.’
His power, his pure strength was something that shut out a tidal wave with a single punch.
It was an existence which felt beyond common sense.
“Look here.”
“Meet him yourself…”
“Whatever you are imagining, it is a lot more than that.”
“A lot more? You really know nothing. He has already come close to the Four Great Warriors and will sooner or later…”
“And he already surpassed them. That monster.”
“Uh?”
Young Jeon frowned this time. What was this kid going on about?
“What do you mean by surpass? I am afraid I don’t know…”
“Mumu.”
“Mumu?”
Young Jeon mumbled the name,
“Warrior of Super Strength?”
“Warrior of Super Strength?”
“Are you referring to the rumored student?”
“Rumored?”
“Yes. Even if you didn’t bring it up, it was a rumor which has been going around, the student who defeated two of the Four Great Warriors.”
Young Jeon clicked his tongue as he spoke of it. Hearing the news, he too was shocked initially.
Did it make sense for a 17-year-old kid to defeat those who were known as the supreme beings in the martial arts world?
“Ahh. Young master was in the academy so you should know the whole story about it. What is with that kid?”
At his words Kang Mui sighed. It felt like this man didn’t believe the rumors.
But,
“That rumor you heard, it is true.”
“I knew it cannot… uh?”
“Well, anyone who hears it will think it is nonsense. But there was no exaggeration in the rumors, rather, it was under sold.”
At those words Young Jeon frowned, the rumors were true?
“You people know nothing.”
“… What do you mean?”
“That guy is also an owner of the jade plaque and I knew nothing about it.”
‘!?’
At those words Young Jeon stopped the horse. As a result of his sudden silence the other masked people too stopped their horses.
“What is…”
Shh!
Young Jeon raised his hand and signaled them to be silent. And he looked at Kang Mui with serious eyes.
“What did you just say?”
“It is clearly what you heard the first time.”
“You said that he is an owner of the plaque?”
“You were listening carefully then, why ask again?”
At his words, Young Jeon raised his voice slightly.
“Does young master think I enjoy being played with, why would you say that?”
“I am not kidding either.”
“You are not kidding and yet you say there is another owner, you realize what…”
“Do I look like I am joking now?”
Kang Mui looked him straight in the eye.
Young Jeon’s expression stiffened as he looked at Kang Mui.
So this wasn’t false information and if this was true, this information would shake the balance of power.
“… Then the Mumu one is also one who can be the lord? Then young master left it alone?”
“What do you think? Who do you think turned me like this?”
“No.”
“He is the one who did this.”
“He caught you? But you are also the owner of the plaque, then….”
“He didn’t know his true identity.”
“He didn’t know?”
“Yes.”
Young Jeon was confused at those words. How can he not know his true self?
“Why…”
“I don’t know exactly. All I know is that he was also taken away 17 years ago just like us.”
“But why did he capture you? If he found out about having the same blood, then you are half brothers…”
Before he could finish the question, Kang Mui snorted.
“That is why I said he is dangerous.”
“Dangerous?”
“Right. He is different from us. I have no idea what even runs through his head.”
“… What do you mean?”
“Even though he knows his true identity now, he has no intention of revenge, and maybe it could have been influenced by how he was brought up, but his thoughts are different from ours.”
“So you are saying he speaks about righteousness?”
“I don’t know.”
Even Kang Mui didn’t know what he wanted.
He wasn’t exactly on the righteous path either. He was neither this nor that kind of person.
It was like, even though he was on the side of righteousness, he was still evil when he wanted to be, completely tainted.
“Anyway, it sounds like he is on a different path than us.”
“Depending on how you see it, it might seem that way.”
‘… Seeing how this always arrogant guy is speaking, I need to let the information pass.’
Young Jeon took a deep breath and raised his hand.
“Move.”
“Do you still think you can leave?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t you know who that royal inspector is?”
In response he looked at Jin-sung who was still passed out.
Why did Oh Muyang even have to give such an order?
“I don’t know?”
“You don’t know and yet you follow the orders?”
“Young master is a fool too then. If it is dangerous, it is better to keep the hostage alive as a useful deterrent…”
“Sigh…”
Kang Mui sighed heavily this time and spoke in an annoyed tone.
“You stupid idiots. Then you decided to kidnap him without even knowing anything. You really don’t know that doing something like this within his range is like asking for your burial to happen?”
At those words Young Jeon felt something off, it was like the man was trying to scare them.
“… I understand you are afraid of him, but do this in moderation. And he is at the academy…”
“You think he is at the academy?”
“Uh?”
“He came with us you morons.”
“Came with you…”
“You still don’t understand this? Abandon us and run. And if you want to live with the person you serve, run fast…”
Kwang!
But before he could even warn them, the ground shook, hurting their ears.
‘!?’
Everyone’s eyes turned to the side the roar came from.
Swish!
There was a black figure in the dust, and seeing this, Kang Mui mumbled,
“You are too late.”
“What do you…”
Crush!
Even before he could question what he meant by being late, the head of one of his men to the right side was smashed in.
All the masked people were shocked at this.
‘What is…’
Smash!
At that moment, another two heads were smashed.
“W-what!?”
“What is this?”
Everything happened in an instant, and they felt too shocked to even realize what happened.
And the successor of the Wicked Spear Clan looked at the dust with a pale face. There in the center of the dust was a black figure.
Gulp!
Young Jeon gulped at this.
Wooong!
An incredible sense of intimidation rose from there, the kind which would make chills run down the body.
Eventually, the dust settled with a middle-aged man with a rough expression and thick muscles on his body in black.
‘The face.’
Wasn’t he supposed to be a student?
“There he is.”
Kang Mui said, reading the thoughts of Young Jeon.
“But the face…”
“Human skin mask. I don’t care anymore. You have no chance of living anymore, maybe if you beg or run he might let you live after making you struggle.”
‘!?’
