He thought there weren't many.
Even though the infiltration of the Demon Cult was impressive, he thought there weren't many.
But seeing the members of the Demon Cult, like cockroaches, rushing towards him, Wei Yanho had to change his mind.
"What are the people from the Central Plains doing?! How couldn't they find them before so many appeared in the Central Plains?! Useless!"
Feeling the danger, he lost his composure and caution.
"Damn beggar! There are so many beggars in the world, why couldn't they catch those Demon Cult guys?!"
Jangil, who was watching from behind and was suddenly insulted, protested with indignation.
"The Demon Cult guys don't wear signs that say 'Demon Cult'! How do you recognize them if they're disguised?!"
"In the legends, everyone recognizes them!"
"…You've read too many legends. Reality is cruel."
Wei Yanho's eyes fell on Wei Jeonghan. Wei Jeonghan looked away when he saw Wei Yanho looking at him furiously.
"What does the Demon Cult matter? Are they brave men? Are they brave because they attack in groups?"
"…It seems you've changed."
"Huh?"
"…Sorry."
Wei Jeonghan swallowed.
Why did that damn bishop give that order and ruin his reputation? His wound still hurt, and now his reputation was ruined too. That guy was useless.
"Ah!"
Wei Yanho clenched his fists when he saw the members of the Demon Cult approaching like ants.
"Why only me?!"
"True."
Wei Sanho approached him.
"Brother?"
Wei Sanho smiled and extended his sword. He had dried blood on his mouth and looked pale, but he wasn't going to leave Wei Yanho alone.
"You're injured, stay back."
"I can face them."
"You're stubborn."
"Wei Sanho is known for being stubborn."
"Huh?"
Peng Dogeuk turned his great sword and stood next to Wei Yanho.
"If I can't stop him, I'll fight with him."
"What? Are you going to cause trouble again?"
The head of Peng Dogeuk, who had been congratulating himself on his appearance, fell. He seemed to be holding back tears.
"Can't you leave? I feel insecure when I see you. What will you do to get people into trouble this time?"
"I won't do anything."
"Tsk tsk tsk."
An irritated voice joined in.
"Stop bothering the children. Why don't you leave anyone alone?"
"Next beggar."
"What does it matter being a beggar!"
"Next beggar."
"Ugh."
When Jangil also stood by his side, a voice of disapproval was heard.
"Amida Buddha."
"Come forward."
"…Lord."
"Come forward."
"…Amida Buddha."
Wei Yanho, with Musan as a shield, shouted confidently:
"Come, demons! Musan of Shaolin is here! Those of the Demon Cult must be defeated! Om mani padme hum!"
"That guy is crazy."
Jangil shook his head.
Only Wei Yanho could say that in this situation.
'Well, it relaxes me.'
Being next to Wei Yanho makes everything seem insignificant. The members of the Demon Cult were attacking, but instead of tension, he felt pity.
"What are you doing?! Monk! Attack first! You must do something when you're shining!"
"Amida Buddha!"
Something shone in Musan's eyes as he recited a prayer and threw a punch. Jangil thought he was wrong and ignored the scene.
'Who is more miserable?'
Is it miserable to shine, or is it miserable to be manipulated by Wei Yanho?
Peng Dogeuk thought that Musan's bald head was shining especially today.
*Woo woo wooong!*
The supreme power of Shaolin emitted a golden glow.
"He shines in many ways."
The golden light, which shone intensely, weakened and then shone again.
"Amida Buddha!"
The divine fist of Shaolin.
The Hundred Steps Divine Fist was launched like lightning.
"Kuh!"
Someone who had attacked was thrown back.
"It's surprising. He's so young, but he's so powerful."
Jangil looked at the sky when he saw Wei Yanho say that with disbelief.
'Musan is a talent of Shaolin!'
Musan was a child prodigy, or a prodigy monk. His master taught him seventy-two sword techniques despite the objections.
"And you're younger than him!"
"Why do you say that?"
His thoughts became audible.
"Ugh."
Ignoring their discussion, Wei Sanho and Peng Dogeuk unsheathed their swords and axes.
Peng Dogeuk showed his powerful technique.
"Tiger Coming Out of the Forest!"
With Peng Dogeuk's deep voice, several tiger-shaped projectiles came out. Then, Wei Sanho's sword technique in the shape of a dragon followed.
"Impressive."
Jangil nodded, and Wei Yanho looked at him with irritation.
"Don't you have anything?"
"…I am a genius."
"So what?"
"I am good at hunting dogs…"
"You are useless!"
Wei Yanho, who had injured Jangil, extended his sword.
"Come! Come! Do you think you'll scare me with your numbers?"
Actually, he was afraid.
"My master said that when you face many enemies…"
Wei Yanho tilted his head.
"Should you run away and reorganize? Attack only one? Defeat the leader first? What was it?"
Baek Muhan, who was watching from the sky, would have hit his chest and cursed.
What's the point of teaching him if his mind remembers nothing?
"It doesn't matter!"
When Wei Yanho's sword, which emitted a blinding glow, moved, an energy in the shape of light came out.
"Kill them all! Destroy them!"
"…You're like the Demon Cult."
Wei Yanho jumped into the sky and did a sword technique, ignoring Jangil's comment.
"A monster."
It wasn't a normal sword technique, the fact that he could emit so much energy showed that his internal energy was exceptional. Wei Yanho always showed new abilities.
"Let's help!"
The Dark King and Dowan joined the battle.
Wei Yanho smiled when he saw the Dark King.
"Are you going to use poison again?"
"N… no."
"Didn't you already use it?"
"No!"
"You can't fight if you're worried. You can't fight if you're worried about being thrown poisoned needles."
"I can fight! I! Don't trust people so much!"
"Are you angry?"
"…No."
The Dark King had tears in his eyes for the first time in decades.
'How did I end up like this?'
Only Wei Yanho would treat someone whom the world feared in that way. But since he had made a mistake and was weaker, he could only accept it.
"Aaaaaah! Damn demons!"
He could only vent on the members of the Demon Sect. The Dark King launched poison bombs and laughed when he saw the smoke.
"Ha ha ha! I am the Poison King!"
"You are a petty man using poison."
"...."
The Dark King looked at the sky.
He felt that the protection of his ancestors had disappeared.
"Hahaha, you have improved a lot."
"Who are you?"
Wei Yanho tilted his head when he saw a masked man.
"...That guy, not you."
"Who are you? Why do you appear masked and pretend to be friendly?"
"I am… Dowan. I am Peng Dogeuk's father, and recently…"
"Ah!"
Wei Yanho lowered his head slightly.
"Why are you wearing that? I thought you were a thief."
'It's your fault!'
How could he be beaten so that the bruises wouldn't go away?
"Khum, my wounds have not yet healed."
"Wounds are not a disadvantage for a warrior. It's shameful to hide them."
Is there a greater insult than calling someone from the Peng family "unmanly"?
Dowan wanted to get angry.
'I must restrain myself.'
He had already learned that there was nothing to gain by fighting with him.
"Father, come here."
Peng Dogeuk, who seemed to understand, pulled Dowan. Dowan sighed as he left Wei Yanho's side.
'There are members of the Demon Cult in front, but our allies are more annoying.'
Many thought that.
"…But this is not a joke."
"Huh?"
Wei Yanho looked forward when he heard Jangil.
"Oh?"
A dark aura emanated from the members of the Demon Cult. The aura pressed down on the spectators.
'They are strong.'
Wei Yanho's face hardened slightly.
'This could be dangerous.'
Individually, they weren't opponents for him. But together, they were more powerful.
What would happen if Wei Yanho got involved?
"I will die."
Wei Yanho began to hesitate.
"Should I run away? It won't change anything if I fight here, it's better to save the people I know. No one will thank me for fighting, and I won't get anything…"
"…Yanho, I can hear you."
"Huh? Oh…"
Should they rely on this guy?
Despair filled their faces.
"Disciples of Mount Hua!"
"Yes!"
Chung Yeon, on the stage, shouted.
"Protect Wei Yanho. You must protect him!"
"Yes!"
Wei Yanho opened his eyes when he saw the disciples of Mount Hua running towards him.
"Why are they sending them?"
"Hahahaha."
Jangil laughed slightly.
Chung Yeon and everyone here knew that they had to protect Wei Yanho to win.
'In difficult times, a hero appears.'
If they lost that hero, it would be a defeat even if everyone survived. But if they could save Wei Yanho even if everyone died, they would win.
Jangil, with a serious expression, unsheathed his staff.
"Well, let's fight."
"What are you waiting for? Leave."
Jangil's shoulders fell.
'Is it right to protect this guy?'
Jangil seriously doubted it.