Almighty God of War - Chapter 150

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A thrilling terror shook the Haepungdae’s camp.

 

The Haepungsaljin formation deployed simultaneously by their hundred men was a deadly formation technique that had defeated several masters called peerless experts until now.

 

Though they had no experience fighting Transformation Realm level masters, they were confident that this time too, their sacrificial offerings would simply increase by one more.

 

But Guyang Cheongang proved with a single strike just how arrogant that delusion was.

 

Hyeok Seung, who had been watching that scene from the second floor balcony, cursed with bloodshot eyes.

 

“Don’t retreat! That bastard is also human made of flesh and blood! He can be killed!”

 

At those words, Guyang Cheongang brushed off the hand that had just erased thirty men and clicked his tongue.

 

“Instead of making a fuss from behind, why don’t you come down? Isn’t it embarrassing for someone who calls himself the Pirate King to hide behind his subordinates’ backs?”

 

“You…!”

 

Hyeok Seung’s face twisted hideously.

 

For decades since killing the previous Sect Leader and rising to this position, no one had ever dared to give him such blatant humiliation.

 

Just as he, consumed by rage, was about to break the railing and jump down, Gang Pil’s hand, filled with strength, grabbed his shoulder.

 

“Sect Leader, only fools fall for such provocation tactics.”

 

Hyeok Seung turned to look at him with bloodshot eyes, growling.

 

“You’re telling me to endure after hearing those words?”

 

“Endure it.”

 

Gang Pil spoke in an indifferent tone, still not taking his eyes off Guyang Cheongang.

 

“The fight isn’t over yet. If the Sect Leader gets excited and goes out first only to unluckily die at that bastard’s hands, the tide of battle will turn in an instant.”

 

Crack…

 

Hyeok Seung gritted his teeth until his bones seemed to break and forcibly pulled back the foot he was about to step forward with.

 

At that moment, a sharp whistle sound like a beast’s cry burst from Gang Pil’s mouth.

 

Wheeeeee-!

 

It was clearly a charge signal.

 

Crash crash crash crash crash!

 

With heavy thunderous sounds, the solid walls surrounding the courtyard on all sides simultaneously collapsed as if exploding!

 

What appeared through the dust were about five hundred red-robed men.

 

On the chests of their red robes, the pattern of a blood-hungry red tiger was clearly embroidered.

 

The elite of the Gunmameng, the Blood Tiger Corps had emerged.

 

The surviving seventy-odd Haepungdae members gripped their swords again and formed the first encirclement.

 

Behind them, the five hundred Blood Tiger Corps members who had just appeared surrounded them in layers, completing a double killing formation.

 

Gang Pil looked down at the double killing formation completed by the Haepungdae and Blood Tiger Corps with a bleak smile.

 

‘They’re all going to die anyway.’

 

In his eyes, the seventy-odd Haepungdae members were already no different from corpses.

 

‘Before those bastards are annihilated, I need to drain as much of that monster’s strength as possible. After that, my Blood Tiger Corps can cut off that bastard’s breath. Isn’t that a beautiful picture?’

 

From the beginning, he planned to use the Haepungdae not as allied forces, but as sacrificial stones to exhaust the enemy’s strength.

 

Hyeok Seung couldn’t even imagine that his ally standing beside him was having such cruel thoughts.

 

He believed the Blood Tiger Corps had emerged to help his Haepungdae.

 

This meant that he, being unilaterally cornered by Guyang Cheongang, was losing his usual cold judgment, but he wasn’t aware of it himself.

 

The Haepungsaljin and Blood Tiger Thousand Kill Formation – two formation techniques filled with chilling killing intent activated simultaneously.

 

Whoooosh-!

 

As the internal energy of the Haepungdae and Blood Tiger Corps connected as one through the formations, tremendous pressure incomparable to before was generated and pressed down on Guyang Cheongang.

 

Bone-cutting killing intent stirred up dust and struck him.

 

But Guyang Cheongang didn’t even blink.

 

Standing tall in the center of the storm of killing intent, he slowly raised both hands with an expressionless face.

 

From both his palms, blue Pure Yin Energy and red Pure Yang Energy created violent whirlwinds.

 

Swoooooosh-!

 

It was another evolved form of the Explosive Thunder Flame King Hammer, the Taiji Flame King Palm.

 

Guyang Cheongang poured that power toward the front of the Haepungdae formation charging at him.

 

Crash crash crash crash crash-!

 

With thunderous sounds like hundreds of lightning bolts falling, a massive storm of destruction created by the collision of yin and yang energies swept over the seventy Haepungdae members.

 

Sword energy whirling like blades tore their limbs to shreds, and the mountain-like force that followed crushed their bodies.

 

Where the storm of destruction that swallowed even desperate screams disappeared, only the torn corpses and pools of blood of the annihilated Haepungdae pirates remained.

 

The terrifying power that massacred the Haepungdae with a single strike.

 

The faces of the Blood Tiger Corps warriors who witnessed that horrific scene turned pale.

 

But they didn’t retreat.

 

They were the elite of the Gunmameng who had undergone hellish training for a long time to face Transformation Realm level masters.

 

The Blood Tiger Thousand Kill Formation they had learned could directly receive the overwhelming sword energy of Transformation Realm masters and neutralize that destructive power by flowing it throughout the entire formation.

 

Furthermore, it was a killing formation specialized in defense and counterattack, specialized only in hunting the strong by targeting momentary gaps in reverse.

 

They believed in their formation technique.

 

Guyang Cheongang’s hands moved again.

 

The Gale Flash Technique at a speed the naked eye couldn’t follow struck the Blood Tiger Corps.

 

Shrieeeeeeek-!

 

With an eerie sound of tearing air, mountain-like palm shadows pierced into the Blood Tiger Corps.

 

At that very moment, a subtle change occurred in the Blood Tiger Corps’ formation.

 

The qi of five hundred warriors condensed as one, creating a massive invisible qi barrier above their heads.

 

The palm force of the Gale Flash Technique collided head-on with that qi barrier.

 

Crash crash crash crash crash-!

 

With tremendous explosive sounds, the Blood Tiger Corps’ formation shook violently as if hit by an earthquake.

 

Dozens of warriors at the front coughed up blood.

 

But they endured it.

 

Rather, it was Guyang Cheongang himself who couldn’t overcome his own power.

 

He was pushed back one step by the tremendous rebound force.

 

A small furrow appeared between Guyang Cheongang’s brows.

 

Since this battle began, it was the first instance of him being pushed back by the enemy’s offensive.

 

The hundred front-line warriors of the Blood Tiger Corps who had directly received Guyang Cheongang’s strike just now coughed up blood and retreated.

 

But the positions they retreated from were filled without a single gap by the second-line warriors who had been supporting them from behind.

 

It was a precise formation change without the slightest disorder, like massive gears meshing and turning.

 

It was a scene that showed at a glance how harsh training they had undergone.

 

The hundred Blood Tiger Corps members who newly came to the front immediately switched from defense to attack and simultaneously swung both hands toward Guyang Cheongang.

 

“Blood Tiger Strong Wave!”

 

The internal energy and killing intent of a hundred men condensed as one through the killing formation and poured out as a blood-colored palm stance.

 

Swoooooosh-!

 

Even before the blood-colored palm wind arrived, just its pressure alone created the illusion that space was being crushed.

 

A terrifyingly intense divine light burst from Guyang Cheongang’s eyes.

 

When it came to pressure, he too had no intention of yielding to anyone under heaven.

 

Because he was the master of the Gale Nine Tribulations Technique, a martial art that created tremendous destructive power by overlapping compressed mass nine times.

 

He kicked off the ground and shot forward at a speed several times faster than when he had been pushed back just before.

 

And toward the surging blood-colored palm stance, he brought both hands together without hesitation and thrust them straight forward.

 

Crash crash crash crash crash crash crash-!

 

First fold… second fold… third fold…!

 

The violence of massive mass overlapped nine times collided head-on with the blood-colored palm stance spat out by the Blood Tiger Corps.

 

Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble-!

 

With heavy thunderous sounds, the ground shook as if an earthquake had occurred, and dust covered the sky, blocking vision.

 

After the dust slowly settled, the revealed scene was terror itself.

 

The hundred second Blood Tiger Corps warriors who had just rotated were nowhere to be seen.

 

Instead, a massive pit over five zhang deep was dug in that spot, and inside it was filled with unrecognizable torn corpses and blood.

 

Guyang Cheongang had no intention of giving the Blood Tiger Corps time to catch their breath, or even time to reorganize their collapsed formation.

 

Whooosh-!

 

Deploying the Phantom Shadowless Divine Method, he leaped over the pit he had created in the blink of an eye.

 

And he claimed the airspace directly above the center of the four hundred Blood Tiger Corps members who were looking up in terror.

 

With a hundred fallen to the Gale Nine Tribulations Technique, their pride, the Blood Tiger Heaven Slaughter Formation, was already torn apart and collapsed like broken gears.

 

Guyang Cheongang plunged right into the center of that chaos.

 

Floating in midair, he gazed down indifferently at the hellish scene on the ground and extended both hands.

 

Blue Pure Yin Energy and red Pure Yang Energy, so magnificently beautiful it was enchanting, left his palms and collided at a point in midair with terrifying force.

 

The Taiji Flame King Cannon was unleashed once again.

 

It was an inescapable bombardment of destruction striking down from heaven.

 

A pillar of light containing tremendous destructive power struck directly at the center of the confused Blood Tiger Corps formation.

 

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang-!

 

The center of the Blood Tiger Corps swept by the Taiji Flame King Cannon was reduced to ashes, and over two hundred men died instantly without leaving even their forms behind.

 

And in the midst of that catastrophe, Guyang Cheongang’s hand grasped the handle of the Supreme Sword.

 

The third form of the Absolute Three Swords, Ten Thousand Tribulations Unchanging.

 

This was originally a sword form that reached the extreme of change, a defensive technique that could nullify any attack.

 

But when its principles were applied in a different way, it became the most terrifying annihilation technique when facing multiple opponents.

 

Sssswaaaaaang-!

 

Hundreds, thousands of sword energies burst forth from Guyang Cheongang’s sword, covering the remaining Blood Tiger Corps survivors like a torrential downpour.

 

The sword energies changed their trajectories like living snakes to behead those who tried to block them, and pursued those who fled to pierce their hearts.

 

It was a storm of sword energy that could be called change itself, spreading across a radius of over ten zhang.

 

There could be no one capable of avoiding such Heavenly Beyond Heaven sword techniques.

 

Peo-peo-peo-peo-peo-peo-peo-peo-peo-peok-!

 

With eerie sounds of flesh being torn, severed limbs scattered in all directions, and sprays of blood rose like thick mist.

 

The Blood Tiger Corps, which the Gunja League had been confident could face even Transformation Realm masters, was completely annihilated without lasting even a few breaths.

 

The courtyard stained red with blood.

 

In the center of that hellish scene where six hundred elite warriors had vanished, Guyang Cheongang stood tall.

 

He slowly raised his head to look at the second floor balcony.

 

Hyeok Seung and Gang Pil met his gaze with faces drained of all color.

 

Guyang Cheongang lightly beckoned to them with his finger.

 

There was no killing intent or intimidation contained in it.

 

Only an expression full of annoyance at having to say much.

 

“Come down.”

 

At those words, the two men leaped from the balcony as if they had received a heavenly command.

 

Whiiiiik-

 

But it was a terror-stricken fall so desperately urgent it was pitiful to call it a master’s light body technique.

 

Guyang Cheongang looked indifferently at them as they landed one zhang away and asked.

 

“Do you still have any will left to fight?”

 

Hyeok Seung and Gang Pil dared not answer, enduring the humiliation that burst forth as they lowered their heads.

 

One must be human to have the will to fight.

 

No matter how they thought about it, the being before their eyes was not an opponent they could fight and win against.

 

Then Hyeok Seung spoke with a trembling voice.

 

“I, I surrender… I surrender.”

 

“Earlier you seemed ready to chew me up to the bone? Did you change your mind already?”

 

“Great Hero… didn’t Great Hero say that one who knows the times is a hero. I… I wish to become a hero.”

 

A sneer crossed Guyang Cheongang’s lips.

 

“You’ll have to become a prisoner before becoming a hero.”

 

He turned his gaze to Gang Pil and asked.

 

“Who are you?”

 

Gang Pil bit his lips hard and answered.

 

“…Gunja League Blood Tiger Corps Leader, Gang Pil.”

 

“Gunja League? Why does that name crawl out here? Did Hyeok Seung ask for help?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Are those I just erased with my own hands your Blood Tiger Corps?”

 

“…That’s right.”

 

“You watched your elite subordinates get completely annihilated with your own two eyes, yet you won’t attack?”

 

Gang Pil’s shoulders trembled with rage, but he gritted his teeth and suppressed his emotions as he answered.

 

“I have no desire to commit suicide.”

 

“Hooh.”

 

Guyang Cheongang’s eyes gleamed with interest.

 

“You seem to think that by surviving, you could at least get revenge later. Well, that’s also a decent choice.”

 

Gang Pil did not answer.

 

Though he knew that silence was an affirmation, Guyang Cheongang had no particular interest.

 

“I’ll spare you. However, if you want to return to that great Gunja League, you’ll have to pay an appropriate ransom.”

 

“…!”

 

Guyang Cheongang turned his gaze back to Hyeok Seung.

 

“Now let’s go down. The Sect Leader must personally order the surrender so less blood will flow.”

 

As his words ended, finally the shouts, clamorous metallic clashing sounds, and screams from the distance pierced their ears.

 

The main battle in the port town where the flames had subsided was beginning in earnest.

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