Chapter 86. The First Time I Took a Step Back.

The Guangming Zuoza, who had been looking at my finger, wore an unlucky smile.

I blinked for a moment.

When the Guangming Zuoza whispered something to the beautiful woman beside him, the two of them laughed together, mocking me. It was the sixth time I felt my blood boil. Suddenly, someone ran from where the Guangming Zuoza stood and asked me,

"Master."

A young servant called out to me.

"Why."

The servant came closer and whispered in my ear,

"The master over there invites you to drink with him. There's a woman in his party. It's a mixed-gender drinking session."

I glared at the servant and replied,

"Why me?"

The servant smiled and said,

"You're the most handsome among the onlookers."

"Shit."

As I turned my head, the woman who was with the Guangming Zuoza was nowhere to be seen. When I stepped back from the crowd and looked around like a bumpkin, the Guangming Zuoza approached, flanked by two women.

The smirking Guangming Zuoza asked me,

"Would you like to have a drink together?"

The woman chimed in,

"Let's drink together. Seol-ah, what about you?"

The newly introduced woman named Seol-ah looked me up and down and smiled.

"I like it."

I looked at the three of them and thought,

'Crazy bitches.'

The Guangming Zuoza narrowed his eyes and said,

"There's nothing to be afraid of. They're good kids."

It was a trivial matter, but I could sense the unusual nature of the pervert. Without much thought, I realized that the Guangming Zuoza was trying to take advantage of me, relying on his skills, eloquence, and intelligence.

A mixed-gender drinking session, my ass...

I nodded to see how the Zuoza played his game.

"Let's go."

Without formal introductions, the pervert and the women who rolled with him joined me. I didn't expect this to happen. But the important thing was not the drinking but the fact that I finally met the Zuoza.

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The drinking session was set up in a private space surrounded by a folding screen. It seemed like the Zuoza often came to this tavern, as everything from entering to seating was very natural.

The women ordered an enormous amount of alcohol and snacks. The table was soon filled with drinks and dishes.

Seol-ah, the woman next to me, said,

"Have a drink."

The Zuoza asked me,

"Is this your first time here?"

"Why?"

"No man has ever stared at me for so long in this place. Maybe a woman, but you seem to be around my age. Let's chat."

The woman next to the Zuoza introduced the party.

"Brother Menglang, I'm Xiaoyue. Next to Master is Seol-ah. And you are?"

All of them were pseudonyms.

"I'm Guangcheol, Gongcheol's brother."

Seol-ah, looking puzzled, asked,

"Who is Gongcheol?"

The Zuoza, raising his glass, said,

"Come on, drink. You've done a long, unnecessary introduction. What's the use of names or backgrounds? Drinking and getting drunk reveal the true nature of men and women."

Menglang, Xiaoyue, Seol-ah, and I, now known as Guangcheol, drank.

I tried to drink as slowly as possible and observed the expressions and eyes of the three. It wasn't just me; the three of them were also observing each other.

From their drinking posture, breathing, and atmosphere, and the way they sat straight, it was clear that all four of us were skilled in martial arts.

The Zuoza asked Seol-ah,

"Do you like Guangcheol?"

Seol-ah nodded and smiled.

"Yes."

"Then how far can we go today?"

"Brother, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Hahaha."

I listened to the conversation, blinking. Did they just use a secret code? Useless chatter continued, and the drinks kept flowing without stopping.

Just as I was about to drink the fourth cup, the Zuoza stood up and said,

"I'll be back after I take a leak. We should drink properly today."

"Go ahead."

As the Zuoza left, Xiaoyue said to Seol-ah in a brazen tone,

"Let's go too."

"Sure."

I smiled and grabbed Seol-ah's wrist, making her sit down.

"Seol-ah, have one more drink."

Seol-ah, looking flustered, replied,

"Really?"

I nodded to Xiaoyue and said,

"Go ahead."

Xiaoyue, with a stiff expression, replied,

"Ah, sure."

As Xiaoyue left, I glared at Seol-ah. Seol-ah, looking bewildered, said,

"Why are you looking at me so frighteningly all of a sudden?"

I grabbed the glass and infused it with the power of the Flame Technique. The alcohol bubbled as if it were boiling.

"Have you ever had such a fiery drink? I'll give you a good one."

Seol-ah, with a shocked look, replied,

"No, I don't want it."

Just as Seol-ah was about to stand up, I reached out and struck several pressure points.

Thud!

I took out a small medicine bottle that Murong Bai had given me, opened the lid, and sprinkled a bit of powder into the fiery drink.

What is this?

Murong Bai, who said time was short to make poison, used his skills to create a colorless and odorless laxative. I have a lot of experience in the martial world, but this was the first time I had seen a colorless and odorless laxative. It didn't change the color or smell of the alcohol, making it the best laxative in the martial world.

I poured the fiery drink mixed with Murong Bai's laxative into Seol-ah's mouth.

"Drink it if you don't want the antidote. You'll be in trouble then. Got it?"

Looking at my hand, I saw the powder had dirtied my face. I wiped it on Seol-ah's pretty clothes and sprinkled the colorless and odorless laxative into the Zuoza and Xiaoyue's glasses.

Just then, the Zuoza and Xiaoyue, with somewhat stiff expressions, hurried back. The Zuoza, looking at me, sat down.

"Why is the atmosphere so strange?"

I said to the Zuoza in a cold tone,

"Hey, you damn pimp."

"What?"

"Trying to skip out on the bill and run? Are you a kid? You pay the bill."

The Zuoza smiled and replied,

"What the hell are you saying? You must be a bumpkin with a bad temper. I didn't expect to hear such foul language from you."

I drank a glass of normal alcohol with a displeased look and subtly revealed a fighting aura, as if I was about to attack the Zuoza.

As I glared at the Zuoza and Xiaoyue, they raised their glasses, which contained the laxative. Even then, the Zuoza looked down and repeatedly checked the color and smell of the alcohol before drinking it.

Only after finishing the drink did the Zuoza notice something was wrong with Seol-ah.

"What's wrong with you?"

I explained,

"I thought you were trying to run away, so I struck your pressure points."

The Zuoza, revealing his true nature, said,

"You did something unnecessary. Release her."

I took a sip of alcohol and replied,

"I didn't learn how to release them because I'm a bumpkin. You do it."

The Zuoza stood up and, after excessively groping Seol-ah's upper body, struck a few spots with his hand. Suddenly, Seol-ah let out a "Ouch!" and fainted on the spot.

The Zuoza looked at me in disbelief.

"You must be crazy to want to die. Xiaoyue, take care of Seol-ah and pay the bill. This guy is making a fool of me."

"Sure, Brother."

The Zuoza nodded and said to me,

"Follow me. Running won't help."

I walked out of the tavern with the Zuoza, who had been standing next to me for a long time. The Zuoza, standing beside me, said in a calm tone,

"It seems you came here to challenge me. I'm getting tired of guys like you. Who sent you?"

I felt the Zuoza's tone suddenly become arrogant and replied,

"Gongcheol sent me."

"Who is Gongcheol?"

"A guy with a broken arm."

"Oh, that cripple."

The Zuoza chuckled.

Suddenly, as the Zuoza led me to a deserted place, he patted his chest. I glanced over and saw his face gradually turning pale. The Zuoza suddenly lunged forward, poking various spots on his abdomen.

Turning around, the Zuoza glared at me with a murderous look.

"Did you put poison in it?"

Before I could answer, the Zuoza, who had closed the distance in an instant, struck a palm at me.

Thud!

We clashed palms and looked at each other.

The Zuoza's face was already pale. It was surprising that he could withstand my palm strike so easily, and he seemed to be feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

I said to the Zuoza with a calm expression,

"What's wrong, cripple? Speak."

The Zuoza, about to say something to me, suddenly turned and ran fiercely in another direction.

It was an incredible speed.

I wouldn't let the Zuoza escape.

I followed him like a gust of wind. As I caught up, the Zuoza, spinning in mid-air, extended both palms. Seeing his palms turn white, I countered with the Flame Technique.

Boom!

The Zuoza, who had withstood the impact of the Flame Technique in mid-air, used the recoil to increase the distance. As soon as he landed, he quickly disappeared into an alley. I entered the winding alley, which was like an ant's nest, and moved slowly, listening to the surroundings.

I called out to the Zuoza as if he were a friend playing in the alley.

"Menglang, do you think I'll give you time to defecate? No way."

In such a quiet alley, the Zuoza would ambush me at the entrance. Suddenly, a voice using a ventriloquist's trick to hide its location was heard.

"What kind of poison is this?"

"I don't know."

"The antidote?"

"I have it."

"What do you want?"

I cautiously examined the alley, where the moonlight shone in spots, and replied,

"I can't tell you."

Just as I was about to turn a corner, I heard a sound and ducked. The Zuoza's fan broke through the wall and passed by.

Thud!

The Zuoza, failing the ambush, ran fiercely again.

'How can he hold on so well after taking Murong Bai's laxative?'

Suddenly, the Zuoza, who was running, poked his abdomen repeatedly with his fingers.

Crack!

He looked very painful. The Zuoza, clutching his stomach, turned and glared at me with a pale face.

"I'll spare your life if you give me the antidote."

"Insane bastard, I wouldn't give it to you even if you begged."

"I'll say it again. If you give me the antidote now, I'll spare your life."

I snickered and replied,

"Shit yourself."

The Zuoza moved his tongue around in his mouth and, with a look of anger, roughly took off the white robe he was wearing.

I asked,

"What are you doing?"

The Zuoza, with an angry look, wrapped the white robe around his waist and replied,

"Today is your last day."

The Zuoza wrapped the white robe around his waist, adjusting it like a woman's skirt over his pants.

I, seeing the Zuoza's actions, asked in a dazed tone,

"Is it a diaper?"

The Zuoza replied in a cold tone,

"I'll just defecate, but you'll die today. Antidote? I don't need it."

I was intimidated by the Zuoza's fierce aura.

To survive in the Devil Sect, do you have to be this tough? It must be because of his ruthlessness that he surpassed many other demons and became the Zuoza.

The Zuoza, nodding his head like a madman, approached.

"Bumpkin, are you ready to die? Begging won't help now."

The Zuoza, discarding his fan without hesitation, took a few steps, and a squishing sound came from his lower body.

The Zuoza, frowning, let out a sigh that was hard to tell if it was a sigh of despair or resignation.

"Ha..."

I instinctively took a step back.

"No..."

The first thought that came to mind when I returned was the madness of a worthy opponent. Another squishing sound made me take another step back.

"Don't come closer. Shithead."

The Zuoza, with a smile that seemed to have given up on life, replied,

"How can a man be afraid of a moment's humiliation? Come here. I'll roll around so you can't tell whose shit is whose."

"You bastard."

The Zuoza's lower body was already stained brown. Unfortunately, he was wearing white clothes, making the color spread uncontrollably.

I couldn't help but breathe in, and the smell of feces hit me. The Zuoza, like a bolt of lightning, lunged at me.

Crack!

The sound of the palm forces colliding fiercely was mixed with the squishing sound.

"..."

"..."

At least this guy doesn't belong in the White Way. If a martial artist in the White Way had defecated in his pants during a fight, he would have announced his retirement and thrown himself into the river. But the Zuoza, despite the smell of feces, calmly attacked and defended.

This calmness, this coldness, this survival instinct, this squishing...

Indeed, the opponent I had been wary of, the top recruit of the Haomen, the martial arts genius, the shithead, and the high-level expert who had officially added 'Ma' (demon) to his nickname before becoming the Zuoza, lived up to his reputation.

No matter how much experience I have...

I have never fought a high-level expert who was defecating in real-time. In the middle of my fierce palm technique, I realized that my high-level technique was completely blocked.

'Unbelievable.'

I couldn't step on the shit-stained lower body with my brand new white shoes. It wasn't about respect for new shoes. The smell was so strong that it made me dizzy.

I had never seen such a strong shithead in my life, so I pulled myself together.