Ascension of the Heavenly Demon - Chapter 131

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Chapter 131

 

 

 

 

 

True to his build, he seemed to have good endurance as well.

 

The shock of being slammed into the ground couldn’t have been easily shaken off, yet he immediately rolled away to escape.

 

“Ugh… This damn bookworm bastard…”

 

Yang Ung, who had barely managed to get up, grumbled while grimacing in pain.

 

He didn’t even realize he’d been shown mercy.

 

But he was indeed a demonic practitioner.

 

Far from being intimidated, his aura became even more arrogant.

 

A proud fellow, but it seemed he needed to be taught that such an attitude only invites a beating.

 

“Yang Ung.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“It seems we’ll need to join forces.”

 

“What? Elder Brother! That’s just a kid! I just made a mistake.”

 

“Shut up.”

 

“…”

 

Yang Ung pouted, but Bokhyu glared at Zhuge Munhyeon with sharp eyes.

 

Being at a distance, he could see more clearly.

 

It wasn’t a mistake.

 

Just one move, and just one motion.

 

It had been deliberate.

 

In the process, even though he hadn’t moved until the Horse-Cutting Blade came right up to his face, he had slammed Yang Ung into the ground in an instant.

 

This was someone whose skill and strength surpassed Bokhyu’s.

 

If he had unleashed a killing technique from the start, Yang Ung would have lost his life with the first move.

 

“Zhuge Family brat, not bad.”

 

“I suppose so.”

 

To his words spoken through gritted teeth, Zhuge Munhyeon smiled and nodded.

 

The small fellow seemed to have good eyes.

 

A good combination.

 

They must have coordinated for a long time.

 

But seeing it once didn’t change anything.

 

He seemed confident in his own way, but these were martial arts I had created.

 

Their shortcomings were obvious.

 

But what had this small fellow learned?

 

Breaking Extremes couldn’t display its full power without sufficient strength, so he couldn’t have learned the same thing…

 

But no matter how much he pondered, there would be no answer.

 

Too much time had passed.

 

Apart from a few distinctive ones, there were countless martial arts he had created as pastimes in his previous life, so it would be stranger to remember them all.

 

But it didn’t matter.

 

Martial arts were ultimately all the same.

 

They were merely methods of efficiently using the human body as a tool, so in the end, everything would connect as one.

 

Ultimately, it was about freely using what was obtained through the demonic path.

 

So he could say he knew everything connected to the demonic path.

 

However, he felt reluctant.

 

While it was the nature of the demonic path to face anyone who attacked and take their lives without hesitation, he didn’t want to do so to descendants he was meeting for the first time.

 

Zhuge Munhyeon glanced at Mujin for a moment.

 

How would he understand his words…

 

But when had he ever acted while caring about others’ gazes?

 

“Boys, I have my circumstances, so I don’t want to treat you harshly. Setting aside the Black Steel Gate matter, you must be held accountable for attacking the Yi Family Estate, so I’ll just take one arm. So if you answer my questions even now, you’ll be able to leave with your lives intact.”

 

“…”

 

“What’s your purpose in seeking On Ryu?”

 

Mujin frowned but didn’t bother to interfere.

 

He thought there must be meaning in Zhuge Munhyeon’s words that he couldn’t fathom.

 

Even if he spared them, it was his decision.

 

He was simply curious about those circumstances.

 

“Kuk, kahahahaha! This brat thinks he’s won everything just because he has some skill.”

 

“…”

 

“Whatever you’re curious about, you won’t get an answer.”

 

“Tsk, still going on about qualifications?”

 

Zhuge Munhyeon’s brow furrowed.

 

He had tried to calm his mind and reason with them, but since they had no intention of listening, anger was gradually rising.

 

“You bastards, I have my magnanimity too. But if you won’t accept it, then damn it! I won’t hold back anymore! Got it? Huh!?”

 

“Do as you please…”

 

“These guys, are you refusing the offered wine and insisting on drinking the punishment wine?”

 

“The demonic path… would rather die than bow to enemies!”

 

“…”

 

He was at a loss for words.

 

Bad guys.

 

How could they be so true to the demonic path?

 

He had even glared threateningly at them…

 

Though he had many things he wanted to ask, if that was their choice, he would respect it.

 

I am not someone who unravels conspiracies but someone who destroys them. I am one who advances forward. If you cut through and pass by, conspiracies naturally collapse.

 

Swoosh.

 

Zhuge Munhyeon, who had given up on further persuasion, drew out his Silver Cold Staff.

 

Once his mind was set, internal energy surged up instantly, forming like stars in his dantian. His gaze settled cold as frost, and his posture lowered. His planted foot dug into the ground, and his released aura spread as rough heat, swirling violently.

 

Hissssss.

 

It burned.

 

The earth was being cooked.

 

The small star positioned in the vast sky had grown enormous, dyeing everything in starlight.

 

No, what was dyed was Zhuge Munhyeon’s pupils.

 

Starlight eye light burst forth explosively, and on top of that, one newly acquired power was added.

 

The power of those who had achieved transcendence, spirit energy.

 

Wooooong!

 

The Silver Cold Staff, finally accepting the power its master desired, let out a long cry and threatened the demonic practitioners standing before Zhuge Munhyeon.

 

In the way of the demonic path, as it had been in the past and should be in the present.

 

“I’ll do my best to bring you down. So struggle. With all your might.”

 

His foot lifted off.

 

The ground didn’t rumble, nor was it torn up.

 

But his extended form rushed forward in an instant.

 

Before Bokhyu could even intervene.

 

“Ugh! Yang Ung!”

 

At the sight approaching like a beam of light, Bokhyu shouted urgently, but Yang Ung, as if knowing what to do, stomped the ground with a thud and swung his Horse-Cutting Blade.

 

He intended to make up for his mistake.

 

Without Bokhyu’s help!

 

But before it could even extend fully, it collided with the cluster of light emitted by the Silver Cold Staff.

 

The trajectory and light cluster of the massive True Demon Way crossed, forming a cross .

 

Kwaaaaang!

 

A dull, heavy sound erupted, and the True Demon Way bent as if folding in half.

 

Crack!

 

Yang Ung’s thick arm also bent backward in return.

 

However, lacking elasticity, it couldn’t return to its original form like the True Demon Way.

 

It seemed he tried to endure through it all.

 

Whoooong!

 

Despite the severe pain, he immediately switched his grip on the True Demon Way and swung it with merciless speed.

 

The friction heated the air, and the transferred heat ignited endless burning Flame Fire that scorched everything around.

 

This was the final technique of the Destructive Blade Technique.

 

Even though he avoided the trajectory, the flames spread, burning the edges of his clothes and the smell of singed hair scattered in all directions.

 

You learned it properly.

 

Your magnificent strength allowed you to swing beyond your limits.

 

Admirable, Junior Scholar.

 

Having reached the pinnacle with the martial arts I created, I should rightfully be moved and praise you.

 

However, Zhuge Munhyeon’s eyes grew even colder.

 

Going easy because someone is strong is the same as looking down on them.

 

Cherishing that fighting spirit and crushing it with even greater strength is the way to preserve his pride.

 

So he can die with honor…

 

That is the final consideration a Heavenly Demon shows toward the Demonic Path.

 

Thud!

 

Using his forcefully stomped foot as the center, Zhuge Munhyeon’s body spun. Light formed a spiral, soon becoming a whirlwind that devoured the flames.

 

Small Heavenly Star Technique, Star Heaven Vortex.

 

Kwaddddddeuk!

 

The True Demon Way and Yang Ung were helplessly shattered, consumed by the vortex created by the Silver Cold Staff.

 

“Damn it!”

 

Bokhyu’s sword, belatedly joining in, pierced into the whirlwind.

 

He was trying to block it.

 

Krrrk!

 

It sounded like foreign matter getting caught between meshing gears.

 

However.

 

Kwadddeuk!

 

The gears turned without even hesitating.

 

The teeth devoured the sword, and eventually consumed even the one holding that sword.

 

But at that moment.

 

“Elder Brother! Run away!”

 

Yang Ung, letting out a roar, abandoned the True Demon Way and spread his large hands like pot lids to strike Zhuge Munhyeon’s body.

 

Even as his skin tore and flesh was crushed by the Silver Cold Staff’s whirlwind, he didn’t stop.

 

Jjeoooooong!

 

The Silver Cold Staff, held vertically to block, bent, and its recoil sent Zhuge Munhyeon’s body sliding far backward.

 

“Young Master!”

 

Mujin cried out worriedly.

 

“Mmm…”

 

His body was throbbing.

 

The strength exceeded imagination.

 

If he had been struck directly by those hands, his bones would have been crushed.

 

Zhuge Munhyeon grimaced and raised his head to look at Yang Ung.

 

“Huff, huff, huff…”

 

Disheveled Yang Ung faced Zhuge Munhyeon with both arms hanging down, transformed into a bloody mess.

 

He looked too weak to fight anymore, let alone stand, yet he stood firm and glared.

 

The corner of his mouth slowly curved upward.

 

What is a strong person?

 

Not someone with powerful martial arts and high status.

 

A true strong person is one who fights with their utmost until the end, even knowing defeat.

 

“Admirable, what is your name?”

 

“Yang Ung, you bookworm brat.”

 

His body was ruined, but his mouth remained the same.

 

“That guy… I’ll remember. Yang Ung.”

 

“Son of a bitch…”

 

Yang Ung spat out a curse.

 

He wouldn’t know.

 

That there weren’t many names he remembered.

 

If a person dies and leaves behind a name, then he was at least engraved in the memory of one who was the Heavenly Demon.

 

“Elder Brother, we were wrong. This guy isn’t someone we can handle.”

 

“Yang Ung…”

 

“I know.”

 

“…”

 

“That you planned to use me as a shield someday.”

 

As a smile formed on Yang Ung’s lips, Bokhyu’s pupils trembled finely.

 

“Still, I was grateful.”

 

“…”

 

“At least you were the only one who approached me without mockery and nagged at me. You were also the one who bought me sweet confections.”

 

“Yang Ung!”

 

“Just go. Run away. Such cowardice suits you, Elder Brother.”

 

“You, you bastard…”

 

He had indeed planned to do that someday.

 

When faced with mortal danger, he planned to push Yang Ung forward and escape alone.

 

But when pushed to do it, humans can’t seem to follow through…

 

“A stupid guy acting smart! Did you suddenly become clever or something!”

 

“…”

 

“I’m the elder brother!”

 

Frowning deeply and prepared to die, Bokhyu stood beside Yang Ung.

 

Zhuge Munhyeon watched the two leaning on each other with emotionless eyes.

 

…What a damn spectacle.

 

People about to die are strengthening their bond.

 

Should he be moved?

 

They’re both going to die together anyway.

 

However, Junior Scholars.

 

As practitioners of the Demonic Path, I liked your damn camaraderie in refusing to yield to the strong and trying to fight.

 

Here at Chima Mountain… I’ll bury you in the same place!

 

The Silver Cold Staff once again emitted light and let out a long, resonating cry.

 

Jjeoooook!

 

The two trapped within the swung force struggled desperately but couldn’t endure long and collapsed.

 

However, he doesn’t harbor sympathy for his opponents.

 

Thoroughly crushing them until their final moment of burning fighting spirit would be the proper way.

 

“Whew…”

 

Zhuge Munhyeon lowered the Silver Cold Staff and let out a long breath.

 

They were opponents who weren’t a match from the beginning.

 

For him, who had already surpassed even Ui Qi and was on the verge of Gang Qi, reaching an unexpected realm by containing Spirit Energy.

 

Though their corpses were horribly mangled to the point of making one’s eyes squint, their sincere effort was fully received in Zhuge Munhyeon’s heart.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

“Yes.”

 

While he was lost in sentiment, Mujin approached and asked about his well-being.

 

“They were stronger than I expected.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Zhuge Munhyeon replied with a short answer.

 

He had no interest in what kind of lives those fellows had lived.

 

Whatever wrongs they had committed, whatever condemnation they had received, or whatever curses they had heard from anyone.

 

At least in the moment they faced their end against him, they deserved respect as martial artists.

 

They didn’t flee in the end and approached death with their utmost effort.

 

“But it’s unfortunate. We couldn’t find out their purpose…”

 

“They wouldn’t have spoken.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“I didn’t want to mock them.”

 

“…Ah!”

 

Even if he had subdued them, they would have endured torture to the end without answering.

 

So he killed them.

 

Because he didn’t want to mock the defeated who had given their all.

 

The answer… he could hear it from someone else when the opportunity arose later. The Demonic Path wouldn’t suddenly disappear.

 

“But how should I put it… it doesn’t suit you.”

 

“Hm?”

 

“Your expression looks somewhat melancholy, and you’re not usually someone with such a heavy personality.”

 

“…”

 

Mujin tilted his head with a puzzled expression, as if recalling his usual demeanor.

 

This bastard…

 

What does he take the Heavenly Demon of his previous life for?

 

I’m originally someone whose gravity is like Mount Tai!

 

But his face reddening slightly was unavoidable.

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