Chapter 133

The method to break through a formation is to find its life gate and proceed.


Or to locate the caster and take them down.


Or to use immense internal energy to create a door and break through.


In other words, something like this.


“Kwaaaah!” Guhae Dragon roared.


Guhae Dragon was so strong that the formation had no effect.


Kwa-waang!


Either break through walls to create a path or find the weak point of the formation to dismantle it.


“This way.”


Following Guhae, who tore through the enemy’s formation without hesitation, taking the shortest route.


“Mantian, someone ahead. Strong.”


At Guhae’s words, I spotted a handsome man leisurely strolling through the chaotic streets with a carefree expression.


It was someone I knew.


One of the top ten martial artists in the Central Plains, Mo Yongbok.


The Central Plains’ number one lover of beautiful boys.


Whether meeting him in such a situation is unfortunate or fortunate, I’m not sure.


“Hey~ Mantian~ Meeting you in such chaos~ Feels like fate.”


I bluntly asked Mo Yongbok, who greeted me warmly.


“Elder Mo Yongbok, have you come to subdue those who attacked the Martial Alliance?”


“No, I was just playing outside and on my way home.”


Mo Yongbok smirked slyly.


“The most entertaining things in the world are watching disasters and fights. Since both are happening at once, I should watch while drinking.”


“This is happening in the Martial Alliance’s front yard. The Martial Alliance should handle it. Unless Jaro asks, I’m not particularly interested.”


Screams and the clash of swords echoed from all directions.


Yet, Mo Yongbok remained utterly calm.


I thought I might get some help, but that’s impossible. He has no interest in this matter.


Trying to bargain for help in this situation is like pouring water into a bottomless pit—a waste of time.


“Understood. I have a child to save, so I’ll take my leave.”


Just as I was about to dash off again.


One of the Blood Church’s general officers, who came to support Jang Do.


“Limping cane! Red robe! Found you, Sima Mantian!”


A long-haired pretty boy, Liu Yu, appeared, blocking the way.


As a member of the Blood Church, he must secure one of the six seats.


The six arms of Asura.


To earn merit and please the Blood Demon.


Ignoring Jang Do’s orders to cause a moderate disturbance, he came directly for Mantian.


But luck wasn’t on his side.


“If I capture you, the Sima Family will have no choice but to surrender-.”


“Looks like I’ll have to go home a bit later.”


A cheerful voice interrupted Liu Yu.


“Mantian, I’ve changed my mind. I’ll help a bit. Leave this to me and go take care of your business.”


A delicate pretty boy who caught Mo Yongbok’s eye.


“Hey, cute boy, interested in cross-dressing?”


His beautiful appearance and lively demeanor.


He had attracted the attention of a man who should never be interested.


“Huh?”


While Liu Yu was stunned, Mantian and Guhae seized the moment and ran off.


No time to deal with such a guy.


…And I didn’t want to see what would happen next.


Thus.


Liu Yu, who had absurdly lost Mantian, frowned and glared at Mo Yongbok.


“You… better give up on dying peacefully. I’ll burn you alive.”


“Hoho~ You should stop playing with dangerous fire. Instead, how about playing the world’s number one game with me?”


He didn’t care at all.


With a gentle expression, as if looking at a playful kitten, he brushed off the malice.


He proceeded with his own story.


“The rules are simple. I’ll approach you, and you use all your means to stop me.”


Mo Yongbok smirked slyly, wiggling his index and middle fingers, mimicking walking.


“If you think you can’t stop me, just shout ‘Stop!’ ‘Don’t come closer!’ Easy, right?”


“……….”


Blood dripped from Liu Yu’s fingertips, turning into flaming arrows that shot towards Mo Yongbok.


Blood Flame Art


Paaang-!!


An explosion erupted with black smoke, engulfing Mo Yongbok in flames.


“…Crazy bastard.”


Liu Yu turned to chase Mantian but stopped, sensing something was off.


No screams.


No smell of burning flesh.


“Don’t show your back so carelessly. And don’t use such strong words.”


Dou Zhuan Xing Yi


The Mo Yong Family’s secret technique to freely manipulate the direction of force.


The flaming arrows lost their direction and scattered weakly just before hitting Mo Yongbok.


Mo Yongbok walked out calmly through the black smoke.


“I’m getting excited.”


He spat out vulgar words unbecoming of his doll-like appearance, smirking.


He took a step towards the stiffened Liu Yu.


“…Then let’s begin.”


Creepy-!!


Just one step closer.


Liu Yu’s spine tingled, his face turning pale.


“Hi, hiik-!?”


Blood Flame Art


He unleashed the Blood Flame Art again…


Puuuung-!!


But of course, it was useless.


One step became two, then three.


The distance closed.


An overwhelming powerhouse. This wasn’t a fight anymore.


Just playing around.


Mo Yongbok’s playful eyes gleamed coldly.


The gaze of a great beast excited to play with a cute rabbit.


Liu Yu’s body trembled.


Instinctively realizing he couldn’t win, couldn’t escape.


Kuuung-!


As the distance closed further.


Finally, unable to hold back, he stuttered out words of surrender.


“St… stop! Don’t come closer!!”


His strained voice echoed.


As soon as the words rang out, Mo Yongbok stopped.


In an instant, he moved.


Grabbing Liu Yu from behind.


“Hi, hiik! Wh, why!?”


Feeling the sticky hand on his thigh, creeping up to his stomach, tears welled up in Liu Yu’s eyes.


“I… I said stop… don’t come closer…”


“Hoho~ Boy~ The world’s number one doesn’t listen to the weak.”


Mo Yongbok leaned down, breathing hotly into Liu Yu’s ear, kindly explaining.


Liu Yu’s scream added to the chaotic streets.


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At the Mo Yong Family estate’s pavilion, overlooking the burning Martial Alliance streets.


There, Liu Yu, subdued by Mo Yongbok’s blood blade.


“Ge, get off! Don’t comb my hair! Don’t dress me in frilly clothes! I’m a man! A man!”


Liu Yu, dressed up like a pretty doll by the Mo Yong Family’s maids, shouted at Mo Yongbok, who was leisurely sipping wine on the pavilion’s edge.


“What do you gain from doing this!?”


“I like it.”


Mo Yongbok sipped his wine, enjoying Liu Yu’s princess-like appearance.


“I like pretty boys who cross-dress willingly… but I especially love forcing boys like you, who clearly have feminine faces and bodies, to cross-dress and watch them blush in shame.”


“Especially when they gradually get used to cross-dressing, becoming cautious and acting more feminine. That’s the best.”


The word ‘hope’ disappeared from Liu Yu’s mind.


The man before him was insane.


The Blood Demon’s words came to mind: strong martial artists are crazy, especially those who reach the pinnacle of martial arts.


Leaving the despairing Liu Yu to continue being dressed up.


Mo Yongbok turned his gaze back to the burning streets.


‘I have a child to save, so I’ll take my leave.’


Mantian, who had walked forward with unwavering determination, came to mind.


“Hoho… someone you want to save. Well, that desire is fine too.”


After all, a martial artist’s strength lies in the size of their desire.


The more one desires, the more one seeks power.


Having picked up a cute boy and drunk some wine, his mood improved, and his spirits rose.


“Do your best, Mantian.”


He sipped his wine and leisurely watched the chaos.


***


To safely pass the Sima Family to his beloved son.


Sima Bu, who was planning Mantian and Poong Ran’s wedding in his room, glared at the enemies who had invaded the estate’s garden with an annoyed expression.


Who would have thought such chaos would erupt in the heart of the Martial Alliance.


Their target was likely the blood of the Baehwa Church’s saintess.


‘…Yeonghwa.’


The estate was surrounded by Blood Church members.


If it were the main house, it wouldn’t be a threat, but this was a villa.


Fewer personnel and insufficient defenses.


…So.


Sima Bu’s mind raced. He ordered the black-clad men around him to stand down and stepped forward.


“I wish to negotiate. I surrender.”


At his words, a more elaborately dressed Blood Church member sneered and presented conditions from a distance.


“Wise. Then kneel. That’s first.”


He pointed at the sword at Sima Bu’s waist with a mix of greed and caution.


“The Ten Thousand Swords… hand over the Public Blade.”


“Understood.”


Sima Bu threw the Public Blade to the ground without hesitation.


Then he knelt.


Or rather, pretended to kneel.


Many enemies, few allies.


So, make them drop their guard and take their heads first.


Nanggo Shinkong – Fierce Tiger Hiding in Grass


A fierce tiger hides in the grass.


Pretending to kneel was to gain momentum.


Paang-!


Sima Bu’s legs and hands released energy at once, leaping like a tiger.


Grabbing the enemy’s head mid-air.


Uddddddk-!!


Spinning 360 degrees, he twisted and tore it off.


The headless body sprayed blood and collapsed.


“Yo, you coward-!!”


At the Blood Church member’s panicked shout, Sima Bu casually tossed the head he held.


“Coward? Who do you think you’re picking a fight with?”


At the alpha wolf’s hunting signal, the Sima Family’s assassins, who had been hiding, sprang out.


Stabbing from behind.


Sima Bu hated seeing his safe home attacked.


Especially burning—that was the worst.


Flames flickered in Sima Bu’s amber eyes.


“There’s no such thing as cowardice in the Evil Faction’s fights. I’ll make you regret picking this fight.”