100 Floors All Master - Chapter 291

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All Master of 100 Floors Episode 291
66th Floor. The Spirit King of Wind. Minerva (4)
Kang Jun-hyeok plants his foot and drives all his strength through the spear. Kuzan circles his arm and rotates the shaft outward, pushing back.
Whoosh!
He pulls the spear in and swings it. Jun-hyeok lowers his stance to evade, and the aftermath shatters the terrain.
He springs upright and thrusts the spear. Kuzan draws the shaft inward and presses down.
Crack-crack-crack!
The entire area around them is forcibly crushed beneath the spear’s movement.
Kuzan pulls his arm back.
Warned by instinct, Jun-hyeok stamps his foot and maneuvers the spear shaft. Kuzan’s pulled arm explodes forward.
Boom!
Space ruptures.
The space within the spear’s range becomes momentarily vacuous. The strike carries a force that repels even air itself.
Clang-clang-clang!
Jun-hyeok flicks the spear with elastic precision. It is a demonstration of force controlled with absolute mastery—technique bordering on the divine.
By contrast, Kuzan’s movements are remarkably simple. He employs only three fundamental actions: pushing the spear outward, drawing it inward to press down, and thrusting.
Push. The spear rotates outward and drives forward.
Pull. The spear draws inward and presses down.
Thrust. The spear strikes.
The spear’s foundational techniques. With these alone, he counters every move Jun-hyeok can muster. Solid as an ancient tree grown over countless millennia.
Clang-clang-clang!
Unable to pierce that solidity, Jun-hyeok’s body is driven backward. Kuzan tenses his grip on the spear.
His senses scream a warning. Simple evasion will not suffice. Jun-hyeok raises his shield.
Zzzzzzzzt!
Dozens of thrusts occur at comma-scale intervals, destroying and pulverizing every inch of space around them.
Crack-crack-crack!
Jun-hyeok barely withstands the barrage with his shield, and a slight laugh escapes him.
Merely a succession of spear strikes, yet within them dwells a power rivaling the Dragon Speech itself.
‘This is the demon of the spear.’
A man who reached the Fourth Tier with the spear alone.
How to break through? Jun-hyeok’s mind races. Meanwhile, Kuzan gazes at him with an expression of complex turmoil.
After a long moment of silence, he speaks.
“Your movements… quite peculiar indeed. You are controlling and suppressing power itself. Tell me—did you learn the Divine Technique of that One?”
“You mean this?”
Heavenly Sword Qi coalesces at the spear’s tip. He thrusts it forward with sudden speed.
Boom-boom-boom!
Sword energy infused with celestial force traces countless trajectories through the air. Each attack is perfectly calculated, creating openings based on how they are met.
But Kuzan sweeps the spear shaft to deflect it entirely. Jun-hyeok clicks his tongue.
“You make it look far too easy.”
“…Ha. Haha.”
Kuzan’s face contorts. Then he erupts into wild laughter.
“Hahahaha! Hahaha! Impossible! Impossible that someone in this world has mastered that One’s Divine Technique! That such a thing could be! The world! The world!”
The burst of emotion ripples across the world itself. The earth trembles and the very air vibrates.
The Fourth Tier is a realm that transcends the measure of mortal life.
One can control emotion with absolute perfection.
Yet Kuzan cannot suppress his feelings now. The revelation that Jun-hyeok learned Manbyeonggi’s Divine Technique has shaken him to his core. Jun-hyeok asks him a question.
“What is your connection to him?”
[The master came seeking to learn my lord’s Divine Technique. For decades he strove, but ultimately failed.]
“Were not the Ground and Hell enemies?”
[That is none of my lord’s concern.]
[No concern at all. You were simply mad.]
Eldyria speaks with detached brevity. Kuzan’s expression darkens as he tightens his grip on the spear.
“I beg of you, Kang Jun-hyeok! Please! Show me the Divine Technique of that One, which I myself abandoned! Let me feel how my spear art stands against it!”
Kuzan stamps his foot and vanishes. A flash—pure speed. Jun-hyeok swings his arm in response to instinct.
Clang!
He barely manages to flick the spear shaft to deflect the attack, but his body slides backward despite the effort.
A strike thrown without hesitation—held back until now. Jun-hyeok channels the repulsive force of his retreat directly through the spear. He plants his feet and strikes back.
Screech!
Spear tip meets spear tip. Kuzan bares his teeth.
“Reverse Momentum Strengthening and Absorb Attack Break Momentum! The first profound principle of that One’s art!”
Clang-clang-clang!
Spear met spear at speeds invisible to the naked eye. The sharp shockwave from the impact tore the surrounding air to shreds. Kang Jun-hyeok lowered his stance and steadied his breath.
Crash-crash-crash!
A storm of blade-light swept forward. Kuzan laughed.
“World-Shaking Wind Descent! Is this the second form of the One’s technique? Excellent! Absolutely excellent!”
Boom!
Kuzan shattered the World-Shaking Wind Descent and charged forward.
“More! Show me more! Spill everything you have!”
“What exactly have you been doing all this time?”
Kang Jun-hyeok muttered, sounding exasperated. That a mere Transcendent—not even a god—would have a fanatic of such caliber in his service was extraordinarily rare. Manbyeonggi answered lightly.
[I merely left a legacy.]
Whoosh!
Kuzan’s spear shaft bent, pushing space itself back. The distance between them shrank until each could target the other’s vital points. Kang Jun-hyeok drew in a breath.
Absolute World Suppression Domain.
A domain that controlled and dominated all forces within reach.
And with Void Telekinesis Dispersal, he sought to erase the forces around him entirely.
But it didn’t connect. A domain had formed with Kuzan at its center. The moment Kang Jun-hyeok saw it, he understood.
‘The Ran-Na-Chal Domain.’
A fundamental principle of spear technique. He had taken the profound essence that Ran-Na-Chal possessed and woven it into a domain, carving out a space that was his alone. Kuzan laid this bare.
“Absolute World Suppression Domain! I could never unfold that. So I created my own domain instead! Now—let us settle this!”
Kuzan’s domain collided with the Absolute World Suppression Domain and locked in opposition.
As a result, the Absolute World Suppression Domain shattered.
Crash!
Kang Jun-hyeok rebalanced his retreating body.
For the first time, the Absolute World Suppression Domain had failed to take hold.
His proficiency with the technique was not yet sufficient. No matter how exalted the divine art, an unskilled practitioner could not wield its full power. He could not match the techniques of one who had reached the fourth tier through nothing but pure spear mastery.
Kuzan’s body trembled.
“Ah. Ahhhhh! My technique! My spear art that I have built up over a lifetime—it actually works against the One’s divine technique!”
“You seem pleased.”
“Show me more! Unfold more of the One’s divine technique for me!”
Kuzan cried out, his face radiant with joy.
But regrettably, Kang Jun-hyeok had no intention of granting his wish.
“This won’t do anymore.”
Kang Jun-hyeok’s eyes blazed crimson.
[Enhancement. True Ancestor Awakening.]
Blood rose slowly within him.
Kuzan, who had been bursting with laughter, froze.
“……That’s the power of a True Ancestor?”
Kang Jun-hyeok flicked his fingers there.
[Pixie’s Mana Box.]
Dozens of boxes materialized at once and unleashed a torrent of brilliant light.
“Hah!”
Kuzan swung his spear in a flurry, batting away and deflecting all the incoming rays of light. Kang Jun-hyeok accelerated his body and closed in. Together with the dozens of lights, he drove his spear forward.
Clang-clang-clang!
And he released the power of the True Ancestor.
Countless streams of blood pierced through the light and invaded Kuzan’s domain. Kuzan gritted his teeth and stamped his foot down. The very ground beneath them sank, trying to shove everything away.
At that moment, Kang Jun-hyeok raised his finger.
[Telekinesis Runaway. Pressure.]
Crack.
He countered that domain with telekinesis.
An attack woven from multiple forces.
It targeted Kuzan’s opening with perfect precision. The moment the attack was about to land, Kuzan rolled his foot. He poured strength into his spear-wielding hand and thrust it outward.
Intercept.
Crash!
All the forces bounced back and scattered. Kang Jun-hyeok clicked his tongue and withdrew his body.
“Even so, it’s not easy.”
“……You.”
Kuzan ground his teeth, his face twisted by fierce rage.
“You, you, you! How dare you! To gain the One’s divine technique and yet wield such trivial, worthless powers! It is an insult to the One’s divine technique. An insult! Why do you—you of all people—possess the One’s divine technique!”
Kuzan’s fury poured out without end. From his perspective, having spent decades in pursuit of Manbyeonggi’s divine art only to fail, the powers Kang Jun-hyeok was now displaying were nothing short of mockery.
But Kang Jun-hyeok spoke flatly.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not a martial artist.”
He was a Player.
Manbyeonggi’s Divine Art was ultimately just one card among many to him.
He possessed far too many cards for it to be otherwise.
Even here, now, he’d drawn a new one.
[Spirit Summoning. Shadow Spirit. Muu.]
Shadows coalesced, beginning to take shape.

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Before long, Muu had assumed Kang Jun-hyeok’s form. Kang Jun-hyeok gestured with his chin.
“Attack.”
Muu faithfully carried out his master’s command, drawing forth a spear wrought of shadow and charging toward Kuzan.
“You think a mere spirit like that will stop me?”
Kuzan roared and thrust his spear with brutal force, intent on obliterating the shadow spirit and pressing his advantage against Kang Jun-hyeok.
But his design came to nothing.
Clang!
Muu blocked Kuzan’s strike.
And pressed deeper still, driving his attack forward. Kuzan’s eyes widened.
“Gah!”
Clang-clang-clang!
The technique that sang in those strikes was sharp, exquisite—transcendent.
This was no mere spirit.
It was Kang Jun-hyeok’s shadow self.
“How is this…… possible!”
How could a spirit wield such power? Kuzan recoiled in shock.
“Working well.”
Kang Jun-hyeok murmured, watching the exchange unfold.
A shadow spirit.
It mirrored the form of its contractor, striving to become real itself.
The moment that peculiarity intertwined with the Tower System, it transformed into something far more extraordinary.
It gained the ability to use most of a Player’s capabilities.
Its stats, passive skills, active skills—it could copy and deploy every skill of common grade. It was as though summoning another version of oneself. Even against Kuzan, it would not fall easily.
But unfortunately, Kang Jun-hyeok’s Nature Affinity was not particularly high.
As a result, the shadow self could not draw upon all his strength. Kuzan, having regained his senses, began pressing the shadow double at crushing speed.
But Kang Jun-hyeok had no intention of allowing that. He raised his hand.
[Fusion. Instant Acceleration and Ultra-Fusion Annihilation Cannon.]
The Ultra-Fusion Annihilation Cannon streaked forward at ship-class velocity. Kuzan moved his arm with casual indifference, pulling his spear inward and downward.
Capture.
The cannon blast was literally crushed beneath the earth and burst apart. Kang Jun-hyeok seized the moment, closing in and driving his kick down.
[Fusion. Thousand Pound Weight and Blooming Petals.]
Countless petals materialized and cascaded forth.
Kuzan, about to lash out and swat them aside, suddenly perceived something amiss.
Each petal was heavy.
To dodge was wiser than to parry them one by one. Kuzan’s judgment was swift; he retreated with practiced speed. In that same instant, Kang Jun-hyeok appeared at his back.
[Crack Movement.]
Whoosh!
“Ugh!”
Kuzan stumbled backward, a fresh wound carved across his back. Kang Jun-hyeok steadied his breath and planted his feet.
[One-Point Pierce.]
The spear thrust forward, aimed at Kuzan’s heart.
Kuzan’s stance was shattered. Perfect defense or evasion seemed impossible. At minimum, he would suffer a grievous wound—so Kang Jun-hyeok assessed.
But then Kuzan’s posture shifted.
As if time itself had reversed, he seized the stance of one holding a spear.
A chill ran through him.
Kang Jun-hyeok’s senses screamed a warning.
That is dangerous. A single thought flickered through his mind.
The fourth-tier martial artist, the True Ancestor, possessed her own ultimate principle: Supreme Infinity.
What, then, did Kuzan possess?
Kuzan was one who had ascended to the fourth tier with a spear alone.
He never yielded to the True Ancestor.
Kuzan murmured softly.
“Three Treasures Thrust.”
He took a single step forward.
Death descended upon Kang Jun-hyeok.

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