The King of the Battlefield - Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Chapter 165: The Dragon Lord (1)

Translation: Tay

Edit: Ren

He got goosebumps .

For the first time Muyoung felt something like an unavoidable ‘destiny’ .

Perhaps Snow had somehow foreseen this moment from the beginning and called him .

In any case, he was going to Suicide Hill .

Snow… In the past she had been the strongest saintess, but while she had been famous, she wasn’t that big of a deal from Muyoung’s standpoint .

He just had questions regarding her birth .

She was not a human being and furthermore, she wasn’t any other specie, and definitely not an angel; people called her ‘Veil’ in secret .

‘The reason she called for me…’

He was uneasy .

If she had read everything and called Muyoung, then she would indeed be called a great prophetess .

She was so detailed that she couldn’t be compared to shamans .

However, that fundamental reason was mysterious and uncomfortable .

And if she read the truth about his returning to the past?

‘It’s dangerous . ‘

Yes . Maybe Snow would be more dangerous than anyone else to Muyoung .

Muyoung had become strong . He was getting stronger; faster than anyone .

It was possible because he had survived based on his memories or experience of the past .

If Snow turned hostile, it would also be possible for her to know what Muyoung would do in the future .

If Muyoung now knew about the ‘result’ as he aimed for Wung Chunglin, the difficulty would be much lower .

He even kept the worst possible situation in mind .

Snow had certainly been helpful to Muyoung, but it was too sweet to interpret that help as mere courtesy .

Yes, sweet .

Muyoung was not foolish enough to just gobble up the sweet food .

There was a reason for everything .

It was correct to believe that Snow wanted something from Muyoung .

Also, he had to think about if what she wanted from him was not accomplished .

He sharpened a sword in his mind . This sword would never be dulled until he perfectly learned Snow’s intentions .

“However, because you became the First Knight, moving will be comfortable . I’m not doubting Muyoung-nim’s abilities, but because it’s in that place… many will be watching . ”

“I’m planning for that,” Muyoung answered shortly .

Relief then filled Seraphina’s eyes .

She had come prepared to gouge out both her eyes, but Muyoung had stopped her .

The method might have been a bit violent, but hadn’t Woohee said that?

‘Hope loves us . ’

However, that expression was extreme .

“What does the next test entail?”

Muyoung’s eyes penetrated Seraphina .

Pendragon .

Muyoung didn’t know if Pendragon had been Seraphina’s First Knight in the past .

However, right now, Muyoung needed that position .

He didn’t know if Pendragon had done anything important with this position in the past, but to the best of his knowledge nothing like that had happened .

Above all, more so than the ‘First Knight’, his title as the Dragon Lord Hansung’s student was stronger .

Thus, Muyoung intended to do his best to seize the position, like a lion that put all his strength into catching a rabbit .

Hearing the challenge beforehand was a foul, but what did that matter?

He just wanted to save a little time if it seemed he was winning anyway .

“I will watch your military technique . A First Knight must be able to wield all weapons,” Seraphina explained frankly .

It was not too difficult .

Muyoung used a basic sword, but in reality he had handled everything that could be considered military .

‘I remember fighting with a ladle . ’

Now, it was all a past affair .

The memory of being caught infiltrating a kitchen while in disguise and fighting with a ladle resurfaced .

He smiled a little .

The fact that he could recall the past and smile was proof that he could afford to .

‘I am walking a different road . ’

He didn’t know what would be at the end of this road .

At least he wouldn’t live a life being dragged around, like in the past .

He lifted a bow .

He quickly shot the target .

A total of 20 targets flew around in the air .

It was a fight where the person who quickly shot those 20 targets would win .

Twang . Twang .

Muyoung gently tugged the bowstring to test its elasticity .

‘The elasticity is good . ’

Sentiment Du Fer Critical . He became one with the sword and it was called ‘All Flows Become One’ . In the end, it meant that the use of all weapons was similar . If he wanted to, there was no reason he couldn’t handle a sword or bow .

“Gael-nim, Pendragon-nim . Well… Please start . ”

Gael was Muyoung’s alias . Gabriel was roughly Gael when abbreviated .

As the saintess signalled, Pendragon pulled the bowstring first .

Twuung!

Thud!

He hit the target perfectly in the centre .

As the target fell, Pendragon shrugged his shoulders, as if that much was nothing .

While doing that, he looked at Muyoung .

Muyoung was his biggest rival .

However, Muyoung merely performed his own tasks silently .

Muyoung loaded the bow with two arrows .

‘I’d be no match for the Cursed Bow Team that specialized in archery, but…’

There were many organizations within the Forest of Death .

Each was divided into specialized fields and trained intensively on the associated weapons .

The Cursed Bow Team was a group of assassins that wielded bows .

They fundamentally fired three arrows simultaneously and they never missed a target .

Muyoung’s limit was two arrows . Starting from three arrows, his accuracy fell .

Shushuk!

Thu-thud!

Each time, two arrows flew and stuck in the targets .

A momentous event .

Seeing that, Pendragon’s expression hardened .

‘Who the hell is he? How could that guy be a seed?’

Originally he had thought that becoming the First Knight would not be difficult .

Even if Dragon Lord Hansung’s name was removed, Pendragon was certainly powerful .

Not to mention the purity of his divine power; and he spared nothing in becoming stronger . He’d come this far through really bone-cutting training .

However, a strange bum suddenly popped up .

His entire body was covered with armor and a helmet, but he didn’t even look old .

He was Pendragon’s age at the most, or maybe a little older .

And no matter how slow-witted Pendragon was, he had no choice but to notice at this point .

…The truth that Seraphina regarded Muyoung favorably .

‘I can’t lose . ’

Pendragon’s eyes were ablaze .

He had been just a child at the time, but he had seen Seraphina and fallen for her .

Whenever times were hard, he would think of her and spur on his training .

It was only to be her first .

However…

Thud!

He didn’t know about others, but he couldn’t be beaten by Muyoung .

Eighteen Weapons .

It was about eighteen varieties of weapons and their martial arts .

Generally, weapon types did not deviate from these eighteen varieties .  

There were eighteen kinds of tests .

Muyoung dealt with more than 10 weapons, never missing a single one .

As if he was an old expert, he naturally shot and suppressed Pendragon .

Normally it would require 10 years to be able to properly handle a weapon .

There was no one that could handle eighteen weapons like that .

This was what normal people thought universally .

“You’re strong . ”

The Dragon Lord Hansung .

He was carefully observing Muyoung immediately after what had happened yesterday .

He was powerful; to the point of easily ranking as one of the strong .

However, for some reason there was something unsettling about him .

It seemed as if that wouldn’t be all .

However, it seemed impossible to draw out Muyoung’s sincerity through Pendragon .

“Someone like him existed?”

Hansung had stepped in immediately after humans began being summoned to the Underworld .

The war with the Demon Gods, the eradication of the monsters and the establishment of the city; there was nothing Hansung hadn’t been involved in .

Even so, he had never seen anyone like Muyoung before .

If Hansung, who knew most strong men very well, didn’t know him, then it meant that no-one knew him .

“Seraphina, where did you find that guy?”

“I was lucky . ”

Seraphina was stingy with her words .

In the meanwhile, Muyoung ran through a succession of victories and came out .

Pendragon’s appearance passed red and gradually became ashen .

Overwhelming skill .

Pendragon was still young and was unable to accept it easily .

“He’s like someone who just fell from the sky . ”

“Maybe . ”

“Maybe? Oho, Seraphina . Women with many secrets can’t receive love . ”

“That’s okay . I’m just the faithful sort . ”

The faithful sort belonged to the side that gave rather than received .

Seraphina’s attention was on Muyoung .

In no time, it was the seventeenth match .

It was a confrontation between a spear and a spear .

Using only a spear to battle ten masters of spearmanship!

“A spear . ”

Muyoung turned the spear in his grasp and looked at it .

Then he ran towards the masters, as if he had an adequate understanding .   

He pierced them like a bolt of lightning and shed their attacks like water as he severed their pulses one by one .

They didn’t die, but many of them fell before Muyoung’s spear .

Muyoung never did things simply .

“Amazing . It isn’t an easy matter to handle all weapons that way,” Hansung marvelled .

No skills had been used .

It was all the more surprising that he showed such an image through pure spearmanship alone .

Eventually, the seventeenth round, the spear match, was also lost by Pendragon .

The last was… the sword .

The sword was a battle between the two .

Muyoung and Pendragon stood face to face .

“It will not be as easy as the sword . ”

He had already lost .

While handling seventeen weapons, he had already lost, so winning only the sword would not make him a winner .

But Pendragon couldn’t easily accept it .

“You’re still young . ”

Dragon Lord Hansung shook his head as he saw the scene .

Like his age, Pendragon was full of youthful vigor . He knew how to run forward . But, he was slow at accepting . When you’re young, most can’t help but act that way .

Eventually, the sparring began .

Muyoung closed his eyes and raised the sword .

Pendragon ran forward as if he was crazy .

Then, when Pendragon was only a short distance away, Muyoung opened his eyes, and aiming at only one point with the sword, he attacked .

Kwajik!

Sword and sword clashed together .

Soon, cracks began to appear on Pendragon’s sword .

Pshhhhhh…

When the cracks became severe, it turned to powder and disappeared onto the ground .

Just one collision .

He had used no magical powers, divine powers, or skills but Pendragon’s attacks were still futile .

It seemed Muyoung didn’t even have to mix the sword . Muyoung turned around nonchalantly .

“This, this is fraud! This can’t happen!” Pendragon shouted desperately .

No wonder .

Excluding Hansung, Muyoung was the first wall he had encountered .

Furthermore, it was a wall that stood strong while blocking his dreams .

How could he not be upset?

Hansung looked at him .

“The level isn’t right . ”

Pendragon was strong .

However his opponent was too powerful .

It was just that different .

But the final thing he saw was unusual even for Hansung .

Swordsmanship that destroyed the sword itself .

“Can I be the target for the next sword match?” Hansung asked the saintess .

Then he took a stance that made the saintess awkward .

“Hansung-nim? But the results are already…”

Hansung nodded his head .

“I know . I’m not trying to change the results . My student lost because he was weak . However, the winner seems disappointed to end it this way . ”

“What?”

The saintess wondered, but Hansung had only spoken to be courteous .

Hansung approached Muyoung .

Then Muyoung stopped walking .

“While you were completing the test, you kept throwing speculation my way . You probably know who I am… but now I am interested in you as well . ”

Hansung’s reason for this was simple .

He wanted to take off that mask and see .

Moreover, it was also true that Muyoung continued to cause Hansung to speculate about him .

Up until now he had been ignoring him, but not anymore .

Muyoung watched Hansung from inside the helmet .

And he smiled slowly, from the corner of his mouth .