The Return of the Crazy Demon

“Low-Down Sect Leader, would you like to fight us as a group or one-on-one? It is as you please.”

The escort appears at the entrance and speaks,

“What do you mean as a group or individually? Are you saying that you want Low-Down Sect Leader to go against three? I won’t allow it. It will be one-on-one.”

The Fisherman looks at the escort with an absurd expression.

“Allow?”

Even I turn towards the escort.

“Allow? Did this bastard come from the kitchen with half a brain because of the rotting blood? Did your soul split into two because you were hit? Have you lost it? You want to be dead?”

The escort speaks puzzled.

“I am sorry.”

And the Fisherman says,

“Young master of the Mong family and Master Yukhap. Are you guys going to intervene after I warned you nicely?”

Pervert Demon frowns and says,

“Shut it. Please don’t speak. I just hate hearing everything coming out of your mouth. I will kill you.”

Everyone looks at the guy who is getting riled up.

“…”

The Fisherman says,

“You came to help Low-Down Sect Leader. Fine. Then it will be an individual one-on-one. Samae.”

Red Coachman replies,

“Yes, sahyung.”

“You go first.”

The Fisherman and Woodcutter step back letting her take the center stage.

The Fisherman looks around at everyone while the Coachman spins her horse tack. First, he checks the atmosphere and looks around.

“…”

He couldn’t tell if the Pervert Demon had red eyes because he couldn’t sleep or because he was afraid of his anger.

‘Did this man really kill the Butcher? If true, it means he is stronger than me.’

Since the skills of Sect Leader were unknown, he shifted his gaze to the ugly guy.

‘Master Yukhap….’

Aside from the fact that the man looked sober, he looked ugly and scary. Moreover, he was the most reticent of the three and seemed most skillful.

‘Except for now.’

The Coachman glares at the young man, the second son of the Mong family.

Usually, the type of man she hates the most…

A guy who is like him

The one who stares at the body and assesses it. A flirt. All of these were true but right now she had displeasure looking at all three of them.

The woman points her finger at Pervert Demon

“You, come out.”

Momentarily, Pervert Demon smiles and even winks at her. He walks closer and says,

“Noona?” ¹.

The woman frowns.

“Why am I your noona?”

“Ah, you want shorter words? I do too. Being in your mid 20s means one doesn’t know anything yet.”

“What are you talking about?”

In the midst of feeling that the atmosphere is odd, the woman looks at Low-Down Sect Leader, who is watching while touching his arm. He is swearing like there are goosebumps on his arms.

“Hmm….”

When the second son of the Mong family approached, the woman felt a chill run down her spine, so she turned around slowly.

‘Looking at this one up close, he isn’t so odd.’

In the meantime, the guy called Mong Rang, rolls his eyes, and says,

“The tack is good. Is that your taste? Is it spanking? Where do you want to hit?”

In an instant she takes 6 to 7 steps back and increases the distance.

Pabababak!

She feels another chill run down her spine.

“….”

Mong Rang closes the distance as he says,

“I like the combination. Frozen and then whipped? Nice. I will respect your preference.”

Before the woman can say anything, Low-Down Sect Leader shouts in an angry voice.

“Shitty face, do it in moderation! Or I will beat you to death.”

She says,

“Do as the Sect Leader is telling you and keep that mouth shut.”

“Did you just order me? Me?”

Mong Rang suddenly loosens the front of his shirt and reveals his bare chest. And his skin is full of torture wounds.

Mong Rang says,

“I definitely told you to not say this or that. Say one more word and my pants come down, and I will take off the next one within too. Do not provoke me, cause if you do…”

At that time, Low-Down Sect Leader screams.

“Shut up! Miss Coachman do not provoke him. He is a Pervert Demon.”

“What?”

Is that something to be scared of? Or intimidating? Well, the woman did swing her stick which was longer against Pervert Demon.

Whip!

Pervert Demon’s movements were very light. As soon as the fight started, everything felt cold and everyone’s attention went to his footwork and ice arts.

Low-Down Sect Leader continued to talk.

“He is the most famous and has the best sword in the Orthodox Sect. If you get caught, your bones will not be able to be found anymore. Watch out for his ice skills. He is a master of it. As far as I know, I heard that he learned to immobilize his opponents, but the rest will be left to you. What he does after immobilizing you. A person’s true nature is a mystery to all. Yukhap, what are you imagining? Your face is turning red, you cannot…?”

To which Yukhap groans.

“Shut up now!”

The woman finds that Pervert Demon is smiling and looks at him. In an instant, that idiot says,

“Ah, this atmosphere is…”

At that time, the Fisherman too involves himself into the conversation.

“Samae, are you really letting such a childish talk shake you? I will tell master that you need some self-reflection. Keep calm now.”

“Yes, sahyung.”

In an instant, the Coachman’s face turns pale, and her whip quickly regains stability.

Strangely, both allies and enemies were being harassed, so more skill couldn’t be shown. In the meantime, Low-Down Sect Leader speaks in a sarcastic tone.

“Good luck. It must be the price of torture. Master is quite scary. Such a pitiful guy. It is sad, you know. Did you say it is teacher Baek Wei? The mind of the Butcher is also greatly damaged, but you people are no different. The life of a frightened rat. Look now, you all. Is he your master? That master Baek Wei is coming now.”

The woman moves her head slightly not realizing and steps back with a blow to the shoulder.

Puak!

“Huk!”

The fisherman groans.

“Samae! How could master even come here! Low-Down Sect Leader, if you talk one more time, then it will turn into a group fight.”

Low-Down Sect Leader responds.

“Confirmed.”

Even Master Yukhap, who had been quiet, opened his mouth in a soft tone.

“I confirm.”

Pervert Demon, who is running amok here and there, giggles, and performs palm technique. But half of his movement seems like a playful dance.

“Samae, are you feeling wet? Is it slowly changing? Is it the first time you are getting hit by ice arts? Cold? Want to take it off?”

Every time she tried to speak, her words felt cut off, and coldness seeped in making her mind dizzy.

“….”

And only then did the woman feel an odd chill run from her shoulder. A situation where her left arm turned heavy. In the end, she tries to drive out the chill spreading in her arm by using her internal qi.

Pervert Demon says,

“Didn’t your master torture with ice arts? What a disappointment. Traditionally, torture is basically heat, cold, hunger and isolation. What comes next? Maybe adding bugs to it. Do you like snakes? Bugs? Maybe centipedes? How about a frog? I heard it tastes good in the mouth.”

The Fisherman watching this says,

“We lost the first one.”

When the Fisherman says so, the Woodcutter brandishes his weapon.

Swish! At that moment, Pervert Demon’s hand wraps around with the ice and he holds his hand out to grab the blade of the hatchet. At the same time, the woodcutter too counters the attack of Pervert Demon with a clenched fist.

Kwaaaang!

While Pervert Demon quickly pushes himself back from a lying position, Low-Down Sect Leader appears then and grabs him.

At the same time, Woodcutter catches the Coachman and throws her back. At that moment, a thumping sound can be heard as the coat of the Woodcutter begins to tear down. It seems that he had mastered external and internal arts, and this showed his thick veins.

The Fisherman waves his hand and releases the fishing line, wraps it around the waist of the Coachman and pulls her tightly, making her land beside him.

And he scolds her.

“Samae, what atrocity is this? You didn’t even show your skills properly.”

“Sorry, sahyung.”

“Meditate in the back.”

“Yes.”

The Woodcutter fist hits Pervert Demon who says,

“… what is this? I was in the middle of enjoying it.”

To which Fisherman says,

“Do not feel too bad. If all three of us are defeated, we will put our lives here… the first one we admit as our defeat. Who will defeat the next?”

When Yukhap steps ahead, Low-Down Sect Leader grabs him.

“Wait, wait. Everyone wait now.”

I responded by using my head because the Fisherman intervened in the spar.

I look at Yukhap and say,

“Yukhap, I will deal with the Woodcutter.”

Yukhap is unable to hold back his expressions, he is looking at me with his back shown to the enemies.

“But why?”

I respond looking at the two.

“Since you are the strongest of the three, you should deal with that old man. It is right for me to go against the mid-level guy. It should be a grand fight.”

“Ah, is that so?”

But of course, I am the strongest of the three.

But they cannot know it. In any case, this guy was the scariest one and the older person and Yukhap should do fine.

Actually, the skills of the Woodcutter aren’t much different from the Butcher. Yukhap would have a hard time then it would be meaningless to try something when the opponent is clearly stronger. No matter how highly I evaluate the skills of the demons from the past life, defeating this man now, the odds weren’t favorable.

After making Yukhap step back, I go to the center and look at the opponent.

I notice that he is calmer than the Coachman and had a strong pride because of his stoic body and expressions.

In order to shake this guy’s mind, I say to the escort there,

“Yah, escort brat.”

“Yes.”

“Bring the knife of the Butcher.”

“Yes.”

I want to show off the weapon, so I tell the guy,

“I want the weapon brought to me so don’t show off your muscles and just wait.”

The Woodcutter looks at me and says,

“Bring it.”

In the meantime, I look at the faces of the Fisherman and the Coach. Be it in a group or individually, the goal is to look at the fight and bring results.

Bang- I hear the sound as the escort brings and holds out the weapon to me.

“Here.”

Taking the blade, I say,

“There are several knives of his, but you brought the knife with the purpose of killing pigs. As expected….”

Woodcutter frowns.

“Is that the knife of the Butcher?”

I wave the weapon at him.

“Well. Ask him after death.”

I grin and the Woodcutter charges at me with his hatchet. I use footwork to avoid the attack, but the guy is so adamant that he begins to follow me. Fortunately, the guy’s footwork isn’t swift.

I warm up in front of the guesthouse making a big circle around the guesthouse and behind the Woodcutter.

I look up at the sky and realize the moon is a little pretty today.

“And… moonlight. Yahh….”

I was in a good mood for a moment, and I laughed out loud at that.

Editor’s Notes