Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 200

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Chapter 200. Continuing Chains (8)

When Ja Dam was startled by the sudden punch.

Thud.

Moyong Bi blocked Sama Jin Gung’s fist with his hand without even blinking an eye.

Wooong.

Sama Jin Gung’s fist, imbued with profound internal energy, trembled faintly.

But that was only for a moment, as even that trembling stopped under Moyong Bi’s strong grip.

Moyong Bi asked with an indifferent expression.

“What are you trying to do?”

“As expected, you blocked it.”

His tone had changed.

Moyong Bi tilted his head.

“If you want to have a match…”

“Please let go.”

“Huh?”

“Please let go.”

What exactly is he trying to do?

Though puzzled, Moyong Bi obediently released his fist. He hadn’t sensed any killing intent from Sama Jin Gung.

Of course, even if it had been an attack mixed with killing intent, he wouldn’t have been hit, but Sama Jin Gung clearly had some intention right now.

Sama Jin Gung, who had stepped back three paces, spoke calmly.

“The martial forms I just used, do you know what they were?”

Moyong Bi let out a hollow laugh.

“How could I tell what martial forms they were from just one punch to the face?”

“That’s true. Then, I’ll go again.”

Whoosh!

Sama Jin Gung charged again, suddenly lowering his stance and aiming for the lower body with leg techniques.

While lacking to be called a great master, it wasn’t untrained martial arts either.

Moyong Bi’s feet moved swiftly.

Pa-ba-bak!

With three kicks that struck, pressed, and pushed away, all of Sama Jin Gung’s explosive leg techniques were rendered ineffective.

“As expected.”

Sama Jin Gung took his stance again.

Moyong Bi’s expression gradually became more serious.

“It was a surprisingly proper counter technique. There were no other masters who could break through the Sama Clan’s Phantom One Hundred Eight Kicks so easily.”

Phantom One Hundred Eight Kicks.

It was the Sama Clan’s secret martial arts, a super first-rate leg technique created to deal with assassins targeting strategists.

Moyong Bi had countered such leg techniques before they could even be properly deployed.

“Be careful this time.”

Sama Jin Gung drew a sword from his chest.

It was a dagger slightly shorter than forearm length, with no decorations but a considerably sharp blade.

Holding the dagger, Sama Jin Gung relaxed his body and gradually, gradually closed the distance.

Ja Dam’s eyes widened.

‘Natural stance?!’

When one masters numerous martial forms and makes them one’s own, from that point on, that person no longer has any particular stance.

Having no stance means that each step of that person has been elevated to a preparatory movement just before implementing martial forms.

Taking no stance becomes the ultimate stance. This is called the natural stance.

‘How can he use the natural stance?’

Ja Dam’s discernment, having been directly taught by Heo Do Jin In, the legend of Wudang, was excellent. She could at least distinguish between imitation and the real thing.

‘His internal energy isn’t even that remarkable.’

At that moment, Sama Jin Gung took a large step forward.

Perhaps because there was no tension in his expression, it felt much faster than his actual speed.

Pa-bak!

The movement of the dagger stabbing toward his brow and chest was as flexible as a snake.

Surprise appeared on Moyong Bi’s face as he twisted his body to avoid the dagger.

‘Well, look at this?’

Sama Jin Gung’s attack didn’t stop.

As if he had expected this, he whipped his arm holding the dagger like a whip, instantly attacking Moyong Bi’s neck and heart, wrists and pelvis.

Each was a vital spot. Places where even a master who had learned internal energy could die in one hit, and even if a master could reconnect severed blood vessels with dense energy, they were vital points sufficient to render one temporarily unable to fight.

Moyong Bi began to use the Silver Forest Escort Movement.

Whoosh! Pa-pang!

Moyong Bi’s movements against the fast and smooth dagger attacks were secretive and flexible.

Ja Dam unconsciously swallowed.

‘A-amazing!’

Even though both were using minimal internal energy, it was thrilling.

The main reason was Sama Jin Gung. His dagger techniques were too deadly to simply call dagger techniques, yet extremely graceful and beautiful.

Ja Dam learned for the first time that one-strike-kill martial arts could be this beautiful.

Pa-pa-pang!

Sleeves making rough sounds as they tore through the air.

It was a violent sound completely different from the movements. It meant all power was concentrated at the blade’s tip – at this level, even with insufficient internal energy, it would easily pierce through iron plates.

Moyong Bi watched the dagger with unknowing eyes and evaded all of Sama Jin Gung’s attacks.

Pa-ra-rak!

Suddenly, Sama Jin Gung’s dagger techniques changed.

For a brief moment, he caught the dagger that had rotated alone in the air and began to strike downward, having somehow reversed his grip on the dagger.

From then on, he attacked mixing in martial forms and leg techniques.

Ja Dam’s eyes wavered.

‘This can’t be.’

She couldn’t see it.

She could clearly see it, but couldn’t predict where the attacks would come from.

The martial forms were profound, the leg techniques were dazzling, and the dagger techniques were smooth. Those three martial arts combined like a single martial art, disrupting human cognitive ability.

‘It’s not simple martial arts.’

Each one was clearly inferior to the Wudang Sect’s secret martial arts.

But when the three martial arts were combined, the completeness of the martial arts explosively increased, as if fitting a perfectly matching piece into an empty space.

It was both close combat and dagger techniques, both killing methods and containing the proper martial principles of orthodox martial arts that made enemies retreat on their own.

‘Can martial arts be this beautiful?’

Ja Dam’s eyes became dreamy.

Sama Jin Gung’s martial arts could almost be considered a dance.

Furthermore, Moyong Bi’s movements in avoiding and deflecting those fantastic martial arts were as secretive as a ghost. Watching it, one would really wonder how he was avoiding them.

How much time had passed like this?

A tired look appeared on Sama Jin Gung’s face.

Moyong Bi, who had been continuously watching his eyes and evading, soon smiled bitterly and advanced half a step.

Thwoong!

A light palm strike.

It wasn’t a cutting blow, but a move to gently push the opponent back.

Nevertheless, Sama Jin Gung was pushed back a full three zhang.

Moyong Bi had shown with just one attack that even without strong force, striking the precise moment and precise spot could produce tremendous power.

Sama Jin Gung, who had been looking down at his chest with a surprised face, soon smiled.

“As expected.”

“…”

“Now I can truly be certain.”

Moyong Bi silently smiled bitterly.

Sama Jin Gung, who had dusted off his front garment and even sheathed his dagger, looked at him with trembling eyes.

“You know this martial art, don’t you?”

“Mo Geom Sip Sal (Ten Kills of the Scheming Sword).”

“It’s a super first-rate martial art created for the Grand Strategist of the Martial Alliance. Since the strategist would inevitably be the enemy’s top assassination target after the Alliance Leader, the Martial Deities created this art so he could protect himself in the final moments.”

Moyong Bi recalled those times.

The Grand Strategist’s martial arts weren’t particularly strong. There were limits to learning swordsmanship, blade techniques, or energy-consuming arts at such a late age.

For his sake, Moyong Bi created the framework of dagger techniques, Heo Do Jin In embedded the principles of strategic withdrawal, the Shaolin Abbot added methods to repel enemies with aura, and the greatest warrior planted the secrets of killing with a single strike to complete it.

The martial art completed by adding Sama Se Ga’s fist and foot techniques was Mo Geom Sip Sal.

The martial art created for the Grand Strategist’s self-protection had somehow evolved into a super first-rate technique.

Naturally, there was no way Moyong Bi, the creator and key figure in combining the fist and foot techniques, wouldn’t recognize Mo Geom Sip Sal.

And Sama Jin Gung was asking about this martial art, naturally assuming he would know it.

“Aren’t you curious how I learned about it?”

“I’m curious.”

“After the war ended, I investigated many things about ‘them.'”

“Why?”

Moyong Bi’s tone had changed, but it was so natural that Ja Dam didn’t notice the shift.

“The war at that time was truly fierce. And the late Elder compiled detailed accounts of those war situations to pass down to the family.”

“He compiled classified information into war history textbooks for transmission.”

“Yes. I heard he received prior permission from the Alliance.”

That’s right.

Moyong Bi let out a sigh.

“So?”

“The Elder left behind fifty volumes of Sacred War Textbooks at that time. I grew up reading those textbooks from childhood. No blood relative of the Sama Se Ga of that generation was more versed in the Sacred War Textbooks than I.”

“….”

“Around the time I came of age, one question arose.”

“What question.”

“Why did they start the war?”

Moyong Bi’s eyebrows twitched.

“The reason for starting the war?”

“That’s right. Of course, the surprise attack launched by their leader developed into a war encompassing the entire Central Plains. But no matter how much I read, I found it difficult to understand their true purpose.”

“The reason for all wars lies in conquest. The reasons for starting may differ, but the end is always the same.”

“Exactly. What’s important is the reason. Not the result.”

“…?!”

“According to my investigation, they didn’t wage war simply to take this land.”

Since it was such a sudden topic, Ja Dam found it difficult to understand.

But Moyong Bi knew the content better than anyone. He had been one of the main figures in that war.

“Then?”

“Unbelievable as it may be, they seemed convinced they could bring down the god they believed in.”

“What?!”

“And….”

He seemed cautious about this part as well, hesitating for a moment.

“I discovered that they needed sacrificial offerings for resurrection to bring down their god.”

“…!”

“Of course, I don’t believe such a thing is possible. But they were secretly researching soul-summoning arts and soul-transfer techniques. I completed my investigation up to the point where they had made considerable progress.”

Moyong Bi, who had been glaring at Sama Jin Gung with bloodshot eyes, asked quietly.

“Knowing that, why didn’t you tell me during the sparring tournament?”

“You seem flustered. I didn’t even know who you were at that time.”

“….”

“Back then, you were just Mr. Moyong to me.”

The corners of Moyong Bi’s eyes trembled slightly.

“I still don’t believe in the existence of gods or divine descent. But I keep some possibility open regarding the feasibility of soul-summoning arts and soul-transfer mystical techniques.”

Whoooong.

Moyong Bi released his Infinite True Qi.

The transparently spreading true energy enveloped him and Sama Jin Gung. It was to prevent Ja Dam from hearing their conversation.

Sama Jin Gung continued speaking.

“I was puzzled from the beginning. A heaven-sent genius could build such skill. But no genius can naturally solve things they’ve never experienced as easily as breathing, and crucially, a genius’s insight differs in nature from an experienced veteran’s insight.”

“….”

“Your insight is clearly the latter to anyone who looks. You said so yourself back then, didn’t you? That I was naturally smarter, and you had simply accumulated much experience.”

“How could you tell from just that?”

“It’s not ‘how.’ That alone is ‘sufficient.’ At least from my position as a descendant of a military strategist family, the discernment you showed was absolutely not innate. And that’s impossible for anyone.”

“….”

“How impossible? So much so that being reborn with complete memories of a previous life would seem far more likely.”

“….”

“I had my suspicions. Still, I left it as mere fantasy. But when news came that you had turned Mu Dang Faction upside down together with Heo Do Jin In, I thought that what I had dismissed as fantasy might actually be reality.”

“….”

“Thinking that way, everything made sense – your martial arts, the Moyong Family’s sudden awakening, even your appearance at the late-stage expert tournament.”

Smart as he was, he also had good imagination and even sharp intuition.

Moyong Bi remained silent.

Sama Jin Gung asked.

“Please answer me. Did you reveal your true identity to Heo Do Jin In?”

Moyong Bi, who had been staring at him intently, soon burst into laughter.

“You won.”

“…?!”

“You couldn’t bring down Mu Dang’s radical faction, yet you’ve completely overturned me.”

Sama Jin Gung’s face turned pale.

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