Ascension of the Heavenly Demon - Chapter 208

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Chapter 208

The power of the swung Eunhangon didn’t suddenly become stronger or anything.

The martial arts being used showed no particular changes either.

The speed remained the same, and the techniques remained the same.

Small Heavenly Star Sword Technique, or rather, it should be called staff technique to be accurate.

However, the nature of the power contained within constantly changed.

Defense with metal spiritual energy, attacks with wood spiritual energy amplified by water spiritual energy – attacks like lightning bolts.

Such changes gradually became familiar to his hands, and the more skillful he became, the faster the aspect of battle changed.

Crack!

The balance of the battle, which could have been called evenly matched, collapsed in an instant.

Each time the trajectory of Eunhangon, emitting bright light and creating flashes, reached its target, Hwangyo’s sturdy defense crumbled.

Zhuge Munhyeon’s spiritual energy pierced through his thick hide, which was practically like iron armor, leaving throbbing shocks inside his body.

[Kraaak!]

The struck Hwangyo let out a terrible cry.

Of course, such cries would only sound like the painful howling of a beast to everyone except Zhuge Munhyeon.

Hwangyo tried to fight back somehow, but blocking was useless.

Dodging was also difficult.

The trajectory of Eunhangon, based on martial arts, had feints and real attacks cleverly mixed together.

Creating countless variations, it was impossible to tell which were real attacks, so he was hit by attacks time and again.

Flesh burst and tore, and pain accumulated more and more inside his body.

How many times he was slammed into the ground, and how much he rolled around…

Hwangyo’s body, which had boasted of its massiveness, was no different from a lump of meat being beaten.

However, no matter how much of an opposing force it was, there was no way the gap between two beings with similar spiritual energy could widen this easily.

What made this possible was precisely Hwangyo’s ignorance.

Because he was born with spiritual roots, consumed Baekryeong-gwa, and obtained Half-Immortal level spiritual energy.

Power obtained too easily.

He had instinctively understood everything and had always hunted things weaker than himself within the barrier of Baekryeong-gwa, so there was no way for experience to accumulate.

A puppy tied to a leash that had never left its home.

That was Hwangyo.

But what about Zhuge Munhyeon?

Though he hadn’t accumulated cultivation in the immortal path, he was a martial artist who had fought fiercely his entire life.

His experience of always facing opponents stronger than himself and contemplating countless strategies had cultivated combat abilities incomparable to Hwangyo’s.

In the midst of this, he even held the legendary treasure Eunhangon, created to slay monsters… it was a fight with an obvious outcome.

Hwangyo was in no different situation than a stray dog meeting a beggar wielding a club technique.

However, there was one thing.

The consumption of spiritual energy was extreme.

Each time he deployed a technique, chunks of spiritual energy drained away, creating a feeling of emptiness.

Also, his physical condition wasn’t good.

The internal injuries he had sustained earlier were continuously worsening.

In the midst of this, this bastard Hwangyo’s endurance was far too good.

To see him still holding on after being beaten that much…

Thinking that at this rate he would tire first, Zhuge Munhyeon used techniques that could deliver effective strikes instead of techniques with heavy spiritual energy consumption.

With low spiritual energy consumption, but to inflict maximum pain.

That’s when it happened.

‘The attacks have changed?’

Hwangyo quickly noticed the change.

But he failed to realize it was due to spiritual energy consumption.

It was because of the expression.

It was still the vicious expression of a butcher slaughtering dogs, and his lips were filled with a cold smile.

‘This bastard is toying with me.’

He couldn’t help but think so.

But the thought that came to mind before anger was:

‘This is the only chance! Baekryeong-gwa, though it hasn’t fully ripened yet… if I can just eat Baekryeong-gwa!’

He could replenish his consumed spiritual energy.

He could exert stronger power.

He might have to spend another hundred years trapped, but he was about to die right now.

He didn’t want to die as that bastard’s plaything.

Grroooar!

Having made his resolve, Hwangyo let out a rough roar and expelled all his remaining spiritual energy.

The fur all over his body stood up stiff like wire, and the spiritual energy extending from each hair struck Zhuge Munhyeon like hidden weapons.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!

While Zhuge Munhyeon retreated and deflected the attacks with Eunhangon, Hwangyo ran at full speed toward the waterfall where Baekryeong-gwa was located.

“That bastard!?”

Zhuge Munhyeon’s brow furrowed at the sight of Hwangyo creating an opening the moment he reduced his power and beginning to flee.

He absolutely wouldn’t let him escape.

He had already promised Dan Chuyeong.

That he would give him that bastard’s hide…

“Leave your hide behind!”

Zhuge Munhyeon immediately pursued Hwangyo.

At the sight of the two disappearing like rays of light, Dan Chuyeong, who had been enduring the constantly raging storm, couldn’t help but feel bewildered.

A spirit beast running away?

Of course, considering the previous battle situation, it was understandable enough.

Zhuge Munhyeon was far too strong.

So strong that even he, a Gang Qi martial artist, couldn’t gauge the outcome…

“But telling it to hand over its hide.”

What kind of clothing was that?

Even spirit beasts die if their hide is stripped off.

He thought it was probably Zhuge Munhyeon’s unique way of expressing that he would kill it.

Anyway, it seemed he should hurry and follow.

But the moment he turned around, a strange movement caught Dan Chuyeong’s sight.

“Those bastards?”

Near the distant encirclement.

Those following behind as soon as Zhuge Munhyeon and the spirit beast disappeared.

They were the Ghostly Poison Sect martial artists who had fled early.

The bastards who had run away from the battle range to preserve their lives were now following Zhuge Munhyeon’s trail.

“These bastards still haven’t given up their greed for the spirit creature.”

Anger surged.

Their sinister nature was a well-known fact, but when did they flee in fear only to show greed again?

There was no helping the spirit beast, but he had to stop the Ghostly Poison Sect.

So that after the fight ended, those who coveted the spirit beast wouldn’t pose a threat to Zhuge Munhyeon.

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Was it because he was born a beast?

Or was it because he had four legs?

The speed at which Hwangyo ran was tremendously fast.

Even though he was deploying Heavenly Energy Flash, the fastest technique among the Heavenly Mystery Bewildering Steps that the Zhuge Family prided itself on, he couldn’t overtake him as they ran through the forest.

Sometimes, very occasionally.

When he caught up, he would strike the back of his head with Eunhangon, but the bastard who went flying and crashed would desperately run again.

‘Damn it, I should run on all fours too… Huh?’

Zhuge Munhyeon, who had been chasing the beast at full power, felt puzzled as he glanced at the surrounding scenery flashing by.

This place…

It’s near the waterfall.

The place where he first encountered the beast, where the Beast Palace warriors lay scattered with their limbs torn apart.

Kwaaaaaa!

The magnificent roar of the waterfall grew closer.

But his puzzlement soon turned to doubt.

Why?

Why is this bastard running so desperately toward the waterfall?

As his doubts deepened, Zhuge Munhyeon realized something had changed.

The scenery looked the same.

But the flow of energy within it had completely changed.

The atmosphere, so to speak?

Tranquil, vibrant, dreamlike, damp, gloomy, stagnant, desolate…

Among the many words that could express such feelings, the one that fit best right now was:

‘…Suffocating.’

Breathing felt uncomfortable.

His chest felt tight, as if the air density had suddenly increased several times over.

Why?

Most of all, when it entered that inner area, the Hwangyo seemed extremely excited.

Though it was a beast and its expression wasn’t visible,

The flow of spirit energy filling its body clearly showed that emotion.

And there was a strange sense of unease.

The place the beast was heading toward, inside the waterfall.

‘Huh? What’s that?’

He could see spirit energy swirling like a whirlpool.

The color was dense.

Though he couldn’t yet identify what it was, he felt he absolutely couldn’t let the beast approach that area.

Perhaps that bastard was targeting something…

It was the instinct of a warrior who had survived dangerous times in the turbulent Jianghu for many years.

I finally found opposing energy to corner it, I can’t let it turn the tables now!

Grind!

He gritted his teeth.

“Whatever you’re thinking, do you think I’ll just let it happen!”

At that moment, Zhuge Munhyeon changed the direction of the energy contained in the Silver Cold Staff, amplifying the speed of Heavenly Energy Flash several times over.

“Kuk!”

As spirit power suddenly filled his legs, his calves stung as if they might burst, and then.

Whoosh!

His form shot forward at a speed beyond lightning, instantly passing by the Hwangyo.

Even faster!

Swoosh!

Because he was too fast, Zhuge Munhyeon couldn’t reduce his speed and ended up piercing through the cascading waterfall.

His entire body was soaked.

His body swayed in the current.

Of course, that wasn’t what mattered.

What mattered now was preventing the Hwangyo from doing anything else.

“Huff!”

Zhuge Munhyeon took a deep breath and held it, then tried to channel spirit power into the Silver Cold Staff again… Gasp!

His surprise was beyond words.

Clearly, much spirit power had been consumed while fighting the Hwangyo, and he had used up a large amount of energy at once to catch up with it, so this absolutely shouldn’t be happening.

The Silver Cold Staff emitted tremendous light… no, it held clear light as if Gang Qi had been overlaid on it.

For a moment, his spirit power seemed much stronger than before.

Though he couldn’t understand why, what mattered now was that beating would be effective.

“Hehehe, I’ll smash your skull!”

Using the wall inside the waterfall as support, Zhuge Munhyeon extended his bent legs.

Whoosh!

As he burst through the cascading waterfall, the Hwangyo’s eyes, which had just arrived at the waterfall, widened as if they might tear.

It seemed startled and tried to twist its body, but it didn’t seem to work as intended.

Oh my… Are you flustered?

Grinning, Zhuge Munhyeon swung the Silver Cold Staff so fast it bent like a bow.

There was no way to avoid it.

Because it was running toward him.

Crack!

The sound of breaking bones echoed, and the Hwangyo, whose direction was suddenly changed, crashed into the large pond connected to the waterfall.

Splash!

Rather than water splashing up, it erupted like an explosion.

For a moment, the bottom of the pond was clearly visible, so the Hwangyo crashed upside down into the spot where the waterfall had been pounding continuously.

Crash crash crash crash crash!

The waterfall fell magnificently once again.

The pond filled up again, full of water.

“Hehehe, now that I see it, it was a very simple principle without needing to worry.”

The energy Zhuge Munhyeon wielded was water-based energy.

In other words, water.

The waterfall was also water.

Since his energy was replenished by the natural energy contained within it, it was perhaps natural that the power became stronger than before.

…That’s how he understood it.

Anyway, his strength had increased, so it would just give him a headache to think about it troublesomely.

By the way, when one reaches the Half-Immortal realm, can they use techniques like manipulating water?

He was curious, but whatever the case, what mattered right now was that he had caught the Hwangyo.

The shock seemed considerable.

Blood spread red around the beast as it floated on the surface, unable to regain consciousness.

Did it die perhaps?

“Hmm…”

It seemed he would have to pull it out.

His anger wasn’t fully vented yet, and it would be a loss if the barely breathing bastard drowned face-down in the pond water.

It needed to be beaten more.

Its hide needed to be stripped too.

Zhuge Munhyeon grabbed the Hwangyo’s head and dragged its heavy body out of the water.

Fortunately, it was alive.

Though from the sluggish spirit energy, it seemed to be dying.

But it’s not time yet…

Slap!

He slapped it with his hand.

He didn’t know if a tiger’s cheek could be described that way, but he put plenty of spirit energy into it! Since internal energy didn’t work on this bastard.

As painfully as possible.

Slap! Slap!

After hitting it until it woke up, the Hwangyo, whose eyelids had been trembling, finally regained consciousness.

“Are you awake now?”

[…Gasp!]

As I pressed down on its neck with my foot and looked down, the creature twisted its body in surprise.

This tiger bastard… how shameless.

What the hell is “eohek”? Eohek?

At least say “eohung” or something.

Smack!

Even during this, the slapping didn’t stop.

[St, stop…]

Smack!

Whether to stop or not is entirely my decision to make!

Smack! Smack! Whoosh!

Now it squeezes its eyes shut and cowers just from me raising my hand.

This bastard, getting scared…

During a brief pause in the slapping, Hwangyo desperately pleaded.

[Sp, spare me.]

“…”

I let out a hollow laugh at the sight of it immediately curling its tail, showing its belly, and begging.

It seems it couldn’t abandon its beast instincts.

[Pl, please, I beg you.]

“…Bullshit.”

The creature that didn’t treat people like people and tore them apart, the one that regarded me like a well-prepared feast… apparently its own life was precious.

I have no intention of sparing it.

I plan to beat it more until my anger is completely vented, then kill it in agony.

Just as I lifted the Silver Cold Staff with that mindset.

[Baekryeong-gwa! I’ll give you the Baekryeong-gwa!]

“…”

The desperate creature tried to make a deal.

Baekryeong-gwa…

It was probably referring to the spirit energy inside the waterfall.

Just from the name, it feels like something full of spirit energy… let me hear it out first.

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