Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 132

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Chapter 132. Heaven’s Command and Earth’s Command (2)

 

Whoooosh.

 

Pale heat haze rose from the tip of the spear shaft.

 

‘As expected.’

 

Boom!

 

When he adjusted his grip on the spear in a circular motion, the spear blade had already returned to its proper position.

 

‘It’s not complete, but the influence is definitely there.’

 

Neither the Brain Gate Heart Technique nor his unique sensitivity could detect any Demonic Energy from Bang Hyo.

 

But in the split second he struck the abdomen with the spear shaft tip, the Brain Gate Heart Technique issued a faint warning.

 

It had caught the lingering traces left behind by the demonic.

 

“Kugh!”

 

Remarkably, Bang Hyo staggered to his feet.

 

The Judge tried to intervene, but Bang Hyo shook his head. He was showing that he could still fight sufficiently.

 

“Are you really alright?”

 

“I’m fine.”

 

“You’ve lost a lot of blood too. It might be better to stop here.”

 

Anger and irritation appeared on Bang Hyo’s face.

 

“I said I’m fine!”

 

The voice that burst out unconsciously spread beyond the Duel Stage to the spectator seats.

 

The Judge’s face hardened. The spectators also frowned.

 

Only then did Bang Hyo realize his mistake and tried to compose his expression.

 

“I apologize. I was excited and committed a discourtesy.”

 

“Are you really okay?”

 

“Of course. Even if I lose, I cannot retreat like this.”

 

Since he had spoken of defeat himself, it seemed unlikely he would act recklessly out of excitement.

 

The Judge, who had been watching Bang Hyo for a moment, stepped back again.

 

“Resume the sparring match!”

 

Waaah!

 

Many spectators cheered again at the resumption of the fight, but those close to the Duel Stage voiced criticism.

 

“That guy’s temperament is no ordinary thing, is it? His face is dripping with malice!”

 

“A warrior’s pride might be hurt. Still, acting like that toward the Judge shows he’s not thinking straight.”

 

“What good is strength? For Orthodox Martial World warriors, cultivation comes before power.”

 

Bang Hyo’s face grew redder and redder.

 

He wanted to point his spear at the grumbling spectators. He wanted to shout at them, asking if they could say such things in front of him.

 

‘Damn it!’

 

Clang!

 

He connected the ends of the short spear shafts and twisted them strongly. The two short spears became one long spear.

 

Surprise appeared on the spectators’ faces.

 

“Wasn’t Flying Spear Gate famous for paired short spears? Did they also use long spear techniques?”

 

Whooom!

 

Bang Hyo, who had been swinging the spear shaft with both hands, lowered his stance again.

 

“This time won’t be easy.”

 

Moyong Bi spoke indifferently.

 

“With that skill level, twin spears or long spear, it’s all the same.”

 

“Grr!”

 

“Be grateful. If I had thrust with the spear blade as is, you’d be living with a hole in your lower abdomen.”

 

Bang Hyo’s face turned bright red.

 

“Let’s see if you can still run your mouth after seeing this martial art!”

 

Crack!

 

Unlike before, this was a much more dynamic movement.

 

The speed was similar, but the aura was on a different level. The from his footwork alone seemed like it would bind his opponent’s hands and feet.

 

Sinister Killing Intent appeared in Bang Hyo’s eyes.

 

‘I’ll put a hole in your heart.’

 

Whoosh! Whoooom!

 

The spear writhed up and down, targeting Moyong Bi’s vital points.

 

The iron spear shaft seemed to bend like a soft flexible sword.

 

At first glance, it looked gentler and more flexible than his previous twin spear technique, but in reality, it was a cruel spear technique that would end an opponent’s life with one strike and pierce multiple holes throughout the body with follow-up attacks.

 

But Moyong Bi already knew the true nature of that spear technique.

 

Even if he didn’t know, it would be harder to be hit by it.

 

Cha-cha-cha-chang!

 

He didn’t even use both hands.

 

Moyong Bi’s appearance, wielding the spear shaft with one hand using only wrist movements to crush Bang Hyo’s Great Python Spear Style, was unbelievable even when seen.

 

“Uwaaaah!!”

 

“My goodness! That, with one hand?!”

 

“What is it? Strength? Or does he see the flow, something like that?”

 

This time, not only the spectators but even the Masters watching the sparring match were shocked.

 

Clang! Cha-cha-clang! Crash!

 

The sound of spear blade against spear blade, spear shaft against spear shaft was truly fierce. Just from that sound, one could tell how powerfully they were clashing.

 

Yet Bang Hyo couldn’t approach beyond a certain distance.

 

No, rather, he was gradually being pushed back.

 

Crash-crash-crash! Clang!

 

The elasticity and aura emanating from the long spear held in one hand was terrifying.

 

Bang Hyo’s spear technique was also impressive, but Moyong Bi’s spear technique was walking in a completely different realm. The difference in level was so extreme that even someone ignorant of martial arts could see it.

 

‘Grr!’

 

Blood trickled from his bitten lips.

 

‘Don’t retreat! Advance!’

 

But his body wouldn’t move as his mind wished.

 

His instincts knew. If he forced himself to advance even one more step, the spear blade that pierced through the opening would put a hole in his body.

 

Clang-clang-clang!

 

Brilliant sparks erupted in Empty Air.

 

Dozens of sparks that lit up for just a moment before disappearing burst forth in succession.

 

Moyong Bi’s spear became faster and stronger, while Bang Hyo’s spear became more urgent and rougher.

 

‘Why on earth?!’

 

Bang Hyo couldn’t understand.

 

In his opponent’s spear technique, he couldn’t discover anything that could be called proper Martial Forms. In some ways, it seemed like random swinging, and in other ways, it looked extremely formal.

 

Whatever it was, it wasn’t normal martial arts. That’s how it looked from his perspective.

 

‘How can he counter the Great Python Spear Style so easily?!’

 

The shock that his confident spear technique was being futilely, the frustration from not being able to recognize his opponent’s martial arts, and the self-loathing from his confident composure crumbling made his martial art forms increasingly sloppy.

 

Moyong Bi’s eyes blazed with fire.

 

Crash!

 

With one fierce swing, Bang Hyo’s hands were pushed aside along with his spear.

 

The long spear, now held in reverse grip in Moyong Bi’s hand, shot out like a gale.

 

Thud!

 

Bang Hyo’s mouth fell wide open.

 

Instead of being knocked away, he bent at the waist where the spear shaft hit and trembled. All the impact was spreading throughout his entire abdomen.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Whoosh!

 

The faces of spectators near the Duel Stage turned pale.

 

“Wh-what?!”

 

Suddenly, goosebumps spread across everyone.

 

Common people who knew nothing of martial arts, and even low-level warriors, trembled at the sudden wave of terror that washed over them.

 

But the masters knew.

 

They understood what this ominous energy meant.

 

“Demonic Energy?!”

 

The spectating dignitaries and masters watching matches throughout the area involuntarily shot to their feet.

 

“Kugh!”

 

Bang Hyo, who had coughed up blood, collapsed on the spot.

 

Hiss!

 

The Infinite True Qi evaporated the demonic energy that had clung to the tip of his spear.

 

Whooom!

 

Moyong Bi, who had retrieved his long spear, looked down at Bang Hyo with cold eyes.

 

No more demonic energy could be felt from the writhing Bang Hyo.

 

‘This should be enough.’

 

Moyong Bi looked toward the judge.

 

The judge, who had been staring blankly at Bang Hyo, hurried up and raised his hand.

 

“Moyong Bi wins!”

 

The crowd erupted in cheers all at once.

 

Though they had felt an inexplicable fear at the end, such things didn’t matter at all.

 

This match had also been overwhelming, but it wasn’t as anticlimactic as before. It was a far more dynamic and spectacular duel than his match against Jin Cheon Gwang.

 

Moyong Bi bowed once to Bang Hyo and once to the spectator seats before descending from the duel stage.

 

“As expected.”

 

Jegal Chung Ho greeted him with a bright smile.

 

“That was incredible! I’ve never seen such spearmanship in my life!”

 

“The opponent was weak.”

 

“Weak? That Bang Hyo fellow even defeated Lee Cheong of the Gwansan Sword!”

 

“Then Lee Cheong must have been even weaker.”

 

Moyong Su Jeong said with a smile.

 

“Good work.”

 

“What work? That wasn’t even a warm-up.”

 

Despite being their first conversation since yesterday, there was no awkwardness.

 

Seok Woong grasped Moyong Bi’s hand.

 

“Young Master.”

 

“I didn’t expect you to come watch, Chief Administrator.”

 

“Really, you’ve worked so very hard.”

 

He probably wasn’t just talking about the duel.

 

Moyong Bi said with a bitter smile.

 

“It was nothing much.”

 

“No, it absolutely wasn’t nothing much.”

 

“It wasn’t not nothing much.”

 

“What wasn’t not nothing much was never…”

 

“If we keep contradicting each other all night, we’ll produce at least thirty thousand negative forms.”

 

Seok Woong smiled.

 

The smile, filled with both gratitude and regret, was unusually emotional for him.

 

“Young Master.”

 

Excitement stirred on Jin Gwang and Jong Hweon’s faces.

 

“You’re truly amazing.”

 

Just advancing to the main tournament was something that would be talked about in the Wuhan area for ages. And now he had achieved victory in the second round of the main tournament as well.

 

If by any chance he won the next match too, that would be the finals.

 

Moyong Bi, who had looked Jin Gwang up and down, chuckled.

 

“You’re really putting your life on the line to learn it. You’ve gotten quite a good foundation in just these past few days, haven’t you?”

 

He was referring to the White King True Qi.

 

Jin Gwang bowed his head.

 

“I’m simply doing my utmost with what I can do right now.”

 

“Well done.”

 

This time Moyong Bi looked at Jong Hweon.

 

“Your momentum hasn’t changed much, but there’s little tension in your body. Are you still practicing the Flood Dragon and evasion techniques together?”

 

“I’m doing as you instructed.”

 

It was probably more than that.

 

If he had only done as instructed, with his rock-bottom talent he might have actually regressed further than before.

 

But Jong Hweon’s posture was more fluid and stable than before leaving the family estate. Though he appeared to be tending to the Moyong family members on the surface, it seemed he was thoroughly training alone.

 

“It was worth bringing you along. Did you watch the duel properly?”

 

“I watched, but honestly I don’t know what was what.”

 

“Even if you can’t handle it the same way, there’s a big difference between having seen it once and not seeing it at all. One experience makes you think.”

 

“I think I understand what you mean.”

 

“You don’t have talent worth using as fertilizer, but you know how to use your head pretty well, don’t you?”

 

Jong Hweon smiled.

 

If it had been the old him, he would have flared up in anger at these words, but not now.

 

He had completely accepted his own talent. Moreover, the Young Master’s words weren’t focused on having no talent, but on knowing how to use his head.

 

These words were praise, not mockery.

 

“Moyong Sohyeop.”

 

“Silver-tongued young master.”

 

Namgung Gwan smiled brightly.

 

“That was truly magnificent spearmanship.”

 

“It’s nothing compared to the Namgung Clan’s swordsmanship. Ah, come to think of it, if I win the next match, I’ll be facing you, won’t I?”

 

Saying such things outright should have made the atmosphere awkward, but instead it became more harmonious.

 

“I really want to face you, Sohyeop.”

 

“I don’t want to face you.”

 

“Why is that?”

 

“Are you joking? Who would want to face the Namgung Clan’s swordsmanship?”

 

“Don’t worry. If I win and advance to the next match, what you’ll see won’t be the Namgung Clan’s swordsmanship, but Namgung Gwan’s swordsmanship.”

 

Moyong Bi nodded.

 

“That’s somewhat intriguing.”

 

“By the way…”

 

Namgung Gwan glanced toward the duel stage.

 

The medics had already carried Bang Hyo away, and most of the dignitaries who had been sitting in the upper seats were also heading toward the opposite waiting corridor.

 

“He was a demon, wasn’t he.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

“Do you think all of Bi Chang Moon is like that?”

 

“I haven’t seen them, so I don’t know. But I’m certain about the blood relatives at least.”

 

“I thought so.”

 

Namgung So So gulped.

 

“What I felt was real? That Bang Hyo guy really was…?”

 

“He does seem to be a Ma In.”

 

“Gasp!”

 

She had wondered, but she never thought it would really be true.

 

“My goodness, what kind of confidence did he have to enter the tournament? Did he really think he wouldn’t get caught?!”

 

“He wouldn’t have been caught.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Namgung Gwan looked at Moyong Bi.

 

“If it weren’t for Young Master, we wouldn’t have known he was a demon. No, perhaps even he himself might not have known he was a demon.”

 

“What do you mean? He didn’t even know himself?”

 

Indeed, Namgung Gwan’s insight was quite exceptional.

 

Moyong Bi tapped the ground a few times with his spear shaft.

 

“Well, let’s go get some food. I’ve been fighting on an empty stomach since morning, and now my stomach is throwing a fit.”

 

Just then.

 

“Moyong Sohyeop.”

 

Sama Jin Gung, who had been walking from afar, stood before the group.

 

“Let me speak with you for a moment.”

 

Moyong Bi, who had been staring at Sama Jin Gung intently, handed his long spear to Moyong Su Hyang.

 

“We’ll have to raid the Martial Alliance’s funds for lunch. Let’s eat dinner together later.”

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