Almighty God of War - Chapter 193

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193

Only ten days had passed since the first demonstration in Geumneung.

But in that short time, the Flying Star Heavenly Net Sword Formation had transformed into something incomparably more sophisticated and destructive than before.

There were no limits to Akasha’s evolution as she used her superintelligence to endlessly repeat tens of thousands of combat simulations every time she acquired real battle data.

As time passed, the sword formation grew ever closer to perfection, now implementing a terrifying death trap from which even intermediate Transformation Realm masters could find no escape.

“Urgh… Wh-what is this…!”

Gyo Myosangin stared at the blue sword light filling all directions with terror-stricken eyes.

His escape route had vanished, and the power over life and death had already left his hands.

The fear of death drove Gyo Myosangin to madness.

For someone who valued his own life more than All Under Heaven, defeat meant death, and that was an ending he could never accept.

“Y-you bastard! Get out of my way!”

Gyo Myosangin shouted, squeezing out even his dantian’s true essence.

Dark purple True Energy erupted from his entire body and poured into Pungma Peak like a waterfall.

Simultaneously, a ferocious five-zhang staff aura burst forth and charged violently toward the sword formation’s wall.

At the same time, the Mukheolchung began throwing themselves forward as if under mass hypnosis.

The swarm of poisonous insects that rushed in like dark clouds charged blindly toward the sword formation as if responding to their master’s desperate cry.

Kwa-kwa-kwang-!

Violent collision sounds shook the entire canyon.

However, the Flying Star Heavenly Net Sword Formation held its position without wavering.

The seventy-two flying swords under Akasha’s perfect control began to respond, tracing geometric trajectories.

Each flying sword moved to optimal positions and angles, unleashing counterattacks with precision that transcended human reaction speed.

Swish!

Clang clang clang!

The flying swords cutting through midair poured down like a waterfall toward the swarm of Mukheolchung.

Each time the blue-green sword aura grazed them, the vicious poisonous insects were crushed and scattered.

Even their hard shells refined with heavenly poison for a hundred years were useless, and not a single one survived.

The situation for Pungma Peak’s staff aura, which Gyo Myosangin had swung with all his might, was equally desperate.

Five or six flying swords instantly meshed together like gears, rotating and grinding away at the staff aura’s tip.

With each repeated collision, the condensed staff aura was carved away like an ice pillar, its power visibly weakening.

And the sword formation’s rebound force shook Gyo Myosangin’s internal organs.

He finally couldn’t endure it and coughed up a handful of bright red blood.

“Urgh…!”

The swarm of Mukheolchung that had filled the pitch-black darkness now had only about fifty remaining, circling in midair as they died.

And the five-zhang staff aura that had been radiating intense energy had also shrunk to a pitiful light beam of barely three and a half zhang.

The fighting spirit disappeared from Gyo Myosangin’s eyes.

Bone-deep, devastating fear filled his face completely.

He didn’t want to admit defeat, but reality was merciless.

Beyond the seventy-two flying swords, he met the indifferent eyes of Guyang Cheongang, who was watching him without having moved a single step.

Despair consumed Gyo Myosangin’s soul.

The arm holding Pungma Peak trembled, and a sense of powerlessness he had never felt once in over a hundred years enveloped his entire body.

Gyo Myosangin’s lips quivered.

Less than two zhang of staff aura remained, and maintaining even that was difficult due to his internal injuries.

Moreover, the Mukheolchung he had cherished and raised throughout his lifetime had suffered devastating losses, with only a third remaining.

He could hear the sound of his pride shattering and crumbling, but shame was still better than the fear of death.

“I surrender!”

Gyo Myosangin’s scream-like cry tore through the darkness.

That voice was thickly laden with desperate longing to live and frantic pleading.

“Please, spare my life!”

Clang-!

A dull metallic sound rang out as Pungma Peak, which he had never let go of in his lifetime, rolled across the ground.

Then he hastily knelt down and urgently called the surviving thirty-odd Mukheolchung into his sleeves.

The ominous killing intent that had filled the canyon instantly subsided.

The sight of Gyo Myosangin with his head bowed and both hands pressed to the ground was utterly pitiful.

Even if you gained All Under Heaven, it was useless if you died, and no matter how much you upheld your pride, it was just an illusion without life.

Only by surviving could you hope for the future.

That was the sole principle by which Gyo Myosangin had endured harsh storms for over a hundred years as a major figure of the unorthodox faction.

If you couldn’t win, surrender, and if you could just live, gladly lick even someone’s feet.

That was the most rational survival strategy for him.

Guyang Cheongang wore a dazed expression for a moment at the old demon’s unexpected reaction.

He had thought that at least a Transformation Realm master would struggle to the end or show some minimum dignity.

But Gyo Myosangin made such thoughts meaningless.

‘This bastard… what the hell?’

He was about to swing his sword when his opponent first offered his neck and prostrated himself on the ground, making him feel almost like he was the villain.

Guyang Cheongang looked down at Gyo Myosangin prostrated on the ground.

His thin shoulders trembling finely and his forehead pressed pitifully to the floor.

Gyo Myosangin was showing with his entire body just how weak a human could become to avoid death.

Perhaps for Gyo Myosangin, this surrender wasn’t shameful at all.

He was someone who had survived fifty years by choosing practical benefits over honor, life over principles.

That very cowardice was both the driving force that had brought him this far and his greatest weapon.

Guyang Cheongang clicked his tongue and slowly recalled the seventy-two Invisible Sword that had filled midair.

The blue sword light disappeared like an illusion.

Guyang Cheongang’s finger pressed Gyo Myosangin’s pressure points.

In an instant, Gyo Myosangin’s body stiffened like stone.

When he pressed the pressure point sealing as well, the old demon could only look at Guyang Cheongang with a fearful face, unable to even open his mouth.

Even though he had surrendered, this measure was natural since he was an untrustworthy old schemer.

Then, hearty laughter echoed from inside the canyon.

“Uhahahaha! To see Senior Gyo Myo pitifully kneeling in my lifetime. It seems this Neung fellow has lived too long!”

It was Neungnam Gwang.

As a member of the Five Demons and a figure of intermediate orthodox standing, he had no hesitation in calling Gyo Myosangin, a major figure of the dark path, senior.

Murderous poison flashed in Gyo Myosangin’s eyes, but with his pressure points sealed, he could only tremble and make no response.

Guyang Cheongang lightly lifted Gyo Myosangin with his aerial manipulation technique and brought him to the campfire site.

Under the campfire’s light, Gyo Myosangin was placed kneeling beside Lady Bloodrose, who was already stiff as a log.

Guyang Cheongang looked at the two people and fell into deep contemplation.

‘It bothers me to kill them when they’re begging for their lives, but if I spare them, they’re major figures of the dark path who might stab me in the back at any time.’

He wasn’t soft-hearted enough to show mercy to those who came to kill him, but slaughtering helpless opponents wasn’t his preference either.

Neungnam Gwang, who had been poking at the campfire, chuckled and asked casually.

“Little brother, are you pondering whether to kill them or not?”

“Yes, Elder Brother. They’re troublesome to deal with.”

Neungnam Gwang grinned and said, looking at Gyo Myosangin’s pale face.

“What’s there to ponder? If you don’t feel like killing them, just make them slaves.”

“Slaves?”

“That’s right.”

Neungnam Gwang counted on his fingers as he listed the advantages.

“First, they know the geography of Manhosan and Zhejiang Province well, so they’d make excellent guides. Second, where else can you find such skilled masters to handle troublesome chores and cleanup work that you’d find bothersome to dirty your hands with? Lastly, just by making them your slaves, most small fry from the dark path won’t dare come near you.”

As soon as Neungnam Gwang finished speaking, indescribable desperation appeared in the eyes of Gyo Myosangin and Lady Bloodrose, who were stiffened on the ground.

To them, the humiliation of becoming Guyang Cheongang’s servants was like mere dust compared to the absolute annihilation of death.

When Guyang Cheongang flicked his finger to release the pressure point sealing, both pleaded in desperate tones.

“Young Master, I’ll become your slave! Please just use me like a dog or horse!”

“Please… if you’ll just spare my life, I’ll serve you as my master for life and fulfill the role of a loyal servant!”

Guyang Cheongang fell into thought as he listened to their desperate cries.

Though he was inclined toward making them his servants, he couldn’t simply trust the word-only oaths of these black path scoundrels for whom betrayal was routine.

He called upon Akasha.

‘Akasha, is it possible to link the qi and blood restriction techniques recorded in the Sacred Beast Secret Transmission with nanobots?’

[Yes, it is possible. By combining the ‘Heavenly Silkworm Acupoint Binding’ technique from the Sacred Beast Secret Transmission with the nanobots’ molecular self-assembly function, perfect biological control is achievable.]

‘Tell me the specific mechanism.’

[The nanobots can be settled in the target’s hypothalamus and cardiac rhythm control centers. Normally they won’t interfere with neurotransmitter flow, but when Doctor gives the command, the nanobots can generate immediate electrical pulses to induce cardiac arrest or block synapses to cause total paralysis.]

Guyang Cheongang’s eyes grew coldly calm.

With the nano-controlled restriction technique that Akasha proposed, there would be no need to fear future troubles.

‘If such a method is possible, there’s no need to hesitate.’

Guyang Cheongang’s voice cut through the cold night air and pierced the eardrums of Gyo Myosangin and Lady Bloodrose.

“Fine. I’ll give you both a chance. But since we’re not bound by a master-servant relationship built on trust, I’ll need to place a restriction called Sacred Hand Heavenly Silkworm Binding on your bodies.”

Sacred Hand Heavenly Silkworm Binding was the name he had just coined for this restriction technique that had never existed in Murim before, combining nanotechnology with ancient restriction arts.

He asked in a cold tone.

“Will you accept my proposal? Or will you refuse and die here?”

The faces of Gyo Myosangin and Lady Bloodrose twisted horribly.

In truth, they had planned to preserve their lives first, then flee when Guyang Cheongang let his guard down.

Furthermore, they harbored the vicious desire for revenge, planning to gather forces and repay today’s humiliation ten thousand fold.

But the moment they heard the word ‘restriction,’ they realized their calculations had been shattered.

Considering the eerie martial arts that Guyang Cheongang had displayed, the restriction he would impose could not be of an ordinary level.

Silence flowed, with only the crackling of the bonfire breaking the canyon’s stillness.

Finally, Gyo Myosangin answered first in a cracked voice.

“…I will accept, Master.”

Lady Bloodrose also spoke with trembling, pale lips.

“How could we have the right to refuse? Do as you will.”

There was no choice anyway.

The price of refusal was immediate death, and the price of acceptance was indefinite servitude.

Guyang Cheongang looked down at the two with indifferent eyes.

As Guyang Cheongang extended his hand toward midair, fine silver powder caught in the bonfire’s light was drawn into their nostrils.

Gyo Myosangin and Lady Bloodrose trembled with instinctive fear, but with their demon blood points sealed, they couldn’t move a finger.

The nanobots quickly traveled through their bloodstream and settled between their brain cells and heart muscles.

Akasha collected their biological data in real-time and said.

[Sacred Hand Heavenly Silkworm Binding activation complete. Their lives and deaths are now in Doctor’s hands.]

Guyang Cheongang finally released their full-body demon blood point seals.

Though Gyo Myosangin and Lady Bloodrose, who had been kneeling, regained freedom of movement, they dared not raise their heads.

“I’ve just implanted ‘Sacred Hand Heavenly Silkworm Binding’ in your bodies. The moment you try to flee without my permission or harbor other thoughts, your hearts will burst and your brains will burn.”

A smile appeared on Guyang Cheongang’s lips.

“If I die, you die with me. I will readjust your restrictions once every six months. If you miss that timing, there is only death. If you’re doubtful, feel free to test it anytime.”

The ashen-faced Gyo Myosangin and Lady Bloodrose pressed their foreheads to the gravel and said.

“That will never happen. We will serve with complete loyalty, Master!”

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