Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 266

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Chapter 266. The Great Demon’s Immortality (6)
“A night like this makes you feel as though ghosts might emerge.”
Moyong Su Hyang’s face, as she gazed out the window, bore a peculiar unease.
“You cannot sleep?”
“No.”
Jin Gwang did not insist that she force herself to rest. Moyong Su Hyang had long since come of age, and she was someone who had already crossed swords with an assassin in a single exchange.
She had endured an experience that would be difficult to match even if all her previous trials were combined. Sleep would come far harder to her now.
“I sense something peculiar.”
“What do you mean?”
“The surroundings. It appears that masters dispatched from the Military Affairs Department are watching over us.”
Jin Gwang glanced around the room.
Being indoors, he could see nothing but walls, yet his senses—honed through cultivation of the White King Palm Transmission—were far from ordinary.
‘Indeed.’
I can feel it. Faintly, but distinctly.
Even before coming to the Martial Alliance, it had been so, but since arriving, I have devoted myself even more intently to the White King Palm Transmission. For me, this very environment serves as a training ground.
Perhaps because of this, my senses have grown particularly keen.
‘At my current level, I cannot gauge their true strength. They must be those who excel at concealing their martial prowess.’
Admiration and fervent passion stirred within me.
I could not help but marvel at the caliber of the Martial Alliance’s affiliated warriors, and the burning desire to become stronger than them at the very least set my chest ablaze.
‘She truly is remarkable.’
Moyong Su Hyang is mastering the secret transmission supreme arts of the Moyong Clan.
Even so, the years she has spent cultivating martial arts cannot compare to my own. While my own skill was not exceptional, the fact that she could sense the same qi that I perceived spoke volumes about the difference in talent between us.
‘We can grow stronger at any time.’
Both myself and the Youngest Miss.
And one day, the entire Moyong Family will astonish the world.
“Uncle Jin Gwang, have you ever killed a person?”
The sudden, brutal question hung in the air, yet Jin Gwang answered with sincerity.
“I have.”
“When?”
“Before I entered the Moyong Family.”
“I see.”
“It was hardly a fight to speak of. My opponent sought to kill me, and in my flight, I somehow managed to end his life.”
“Have you won in actual combat?”
“Yes, but none of those battles were easy. My skill was lacking, and looking back now, those I faced were equally deficient.”
Moyong Su Hyang sighed.
“I understood it only after this encounter. Regardless of an opponent’s strength, wielding a blade against someone who charges with killing intent is no trivial matter.”
“….”
“I swung my sword at an assassin whose presence I could not even sense. Had he harbored killing intent toward me, I would have perished without lifting a finger.”
“That would not have come to pass.”
“Hypotheticals matter little. The point is, I have come to understand that combat is a profoundly nerve-wracking affair.”
“That’s right.”
“And….”
Moyong Su Hyang clenched her fists.
“I shouldn’t feel this way, but… I felt a strange exhilaration.”
It wasn’t as though we’d fought until blood spilled, yet I felt this excitement. In a sense, it had been a one-sided assault.
“Is there something wrong with me?”
Even though the opponent was an enemy, I attacked unilaterally and inflicted wounds. The fact that I felt excitement about that—no matter how I thought about it, it wasn’t normal.
Jin Gwang smiled and spoke.
“Youngest Miss carries the blood of a warrior.”
“Pardon?”
“The Former Family Head was such a person, and the Previous Clan Master was as well. Moreover, was not Great Grand Uncle a fierce warrior without equal in All Under Heaven?”
“….”
“Youngest Miss, who inherited the blood of Martial Artists, possesses no less competitive spirit and fighting spirit than others. The stirring of warrior’s blood is a different matter from one’s natural disposition.”
Moyong Su Hyang let out a bitter smile.
“Thank you for saying that.”
“Do not misunderstand—I did not say this merely to please your ears.”
“The blood of a warrior….”
The moonlight was truly beautiful on this night.
“Somehow, I want to fight.”
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Thud!
A bulky figure struck by the spear shaft was sent flying to the side.
‘Quite solid.’
Though it was the shaft and not the blade, he had poured out his Wuji True Qi without restraint.
Yet it seemed to have sustained no damage whatsoever. The heavy impact transmitted through his hands felt as though he’d struck not human flesh but an elastic mass of tempered steel.
Whoosh!
Another bulky figure’s fist came hurtling like lightning.
People commonly harbor a misconception—they assume muscular men would be slow.
A grave misunderstanding indeed.
Muscle is power. The greater the quantity of muscle generating output, the stronger the force; the stronger the force, the greater the speed. Moreover, the more one trains, the more the nerves elevate that strength and speed to ever higher levels.
If one has mastered an Internal Energy Cultivation Method, even a body covered entirely in muscle is never slow.
Crack-crack-crack!
Moyong Bi retreated using the Heavenly Escape technique to evade the attack, then rotated the Feng Ma Divine Spear.
Whoooosh!
The wild mountain’s air was drawn in, raising the density of Wuji True Qi.
The White Bone Man shouted.
“Redirect it!”
Crack!
With a deadly air-rending sound, the Feng Ma Divine Spear rushed toward the bulky figure swinging his fist.
Not the head, but the chest. It was a tactic to aim for an area with a wider impact surface, forcing a larger movement even if the opponent evaded.
Whoosh!
Indeed, the evasion was executed with considerable momentum.
Moyong Bi immediately seized the spear shaft’s end with his left hand and channeled force to the left.
Screech!
The spear blade, swung horizontally, carved a rather deep wound across the massive figure’s shoulder.
Moyong Bi’s brow furrowed.
‘What kind of body is this?’
Normally, the True Qi infused in the spear blade should have severed muscle, bone, and nerve alike.
Yet it had only managed to slice through skin and a portion of muscle.
‘It’s not mere External Arts. The power radiating from within the body is strong enough to repel the spear blade with formidable elasticity.’
It was a Protective Qi Technique that, interwoven with External Arts, generated exceptional resistance.
At that level of mastery, one could catch a boulder tumbling from a cliff with bare hands and sustain barely a scratch. It was absurd durability.
Flash!
In that narrow opening created as the two massive figures recoiled.
The White Bone Man, seizing the gap, surged forward like lightning, raking his nails.
Clang clang clang clang!
The Divine Weapons and Strange Artifacts—the Sealed Dragon Spear—and the steel-hard hands tangled in a dizzying exchange, scattering countless sparks.
Hisss!
Pale smoke rose from the White Bone Man’s palms.
“Divine Weapons and Strange Artifacts! A weapon imbued with the power of Exposing Evil and Revealing Righteousness?!”
“I don’t know, demon.”
Boom!
Moyong Bi, closing in with Jin San Ho Bo, wielded his spear with solemn precision.
The One Hundred and Eight Forms of the Dragon Spear Technique—Dragon Fang Chaos Dance.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom!
The dark spear shaft curved, painting countless spear shadows across the air.
Dozens of spear blades descended from above and below in a relentless barrage, as if a colossal dragon had opened its maw wide to swallow everything in a single bite.
The White Bone Man’s face contorted.
Boom boom boom boom! Screech!
Trees and earth struck by the Dragon Fang Chaos Dance were torn to shreds and sent flying.
In the process, the spear wind that swept through even carved a small wound into the White Bone Man’s forearm. The Dragon Spear Technique, executed with full intent, was displaying divine power.
“Graaaaah!”
Whether a scream or a battle cry, the two massive figures launched attacks from both sides.
He could have pushed them back calmly, yet he could not. This was the problem when facing multiple opponents. Unless the skill gap was overwhelming, it was difficult for either side to achieve a decisive victory in an evenly matched state.
‘But.’
Whoosh!
As if vanishing into an invisible thicket, Moyong Bi’s form disappeared in an instant.
Boom boom!
The two massive figures’ fists gouged into the earth. It was not a strike that severed at the point of impact, but rather a forceful advance—the power of overwhelming fists.
The White Bone Man called out in a low voice.
“Jwa Sa and Uh Ho, fall back!”
Boom!
A massive gust of wind came rushing forward.
The two massive figures called Jwa Sa and Uh Ho quickly evaded the area. Despite their enormous frames, which would normally suffer tremendous strain on muscles and joints during such rapid directional changes, their movements were light and fluid.
Whoosh!
The Wa Ryong Palm that had been driven toward them shifted direction ever so slightly before charging straight at the White Bone Man.
The White Bone Man was startled.
‘He wasn’t attacking them. I was the target from the beginning.’
In other words, he had predicted that Jwa Sa and Uh Ho would be forced to retreat.
Either way, it was too late to evade.
Crash!
As the White Bone Man thrust both palms forward with a sharp cry, a subtle golden aura rippled from his body.
Boom!
“Ugh!”
The Golden Wall Palm shattered, and the White Bone Man was sent flying backward with tremendous force.
‘Impossible! The Golden Wall Palm broken so easily?’
Even with hastily gathered strength, the Golden Wall Palm should not have crumbled so easily given its level of mastery. At its peak, it could effortlessly block several cannon shots with a single hand.
Splinter!
In that brief moment, the black spear seemed to multiply into dozens.
And all those spears pierced into Jwa Sa’s body.
“Argh!”
His black night robes were torn to shreds.
That wasn’t all. Whether it was a deliberate killing blow or not, significant bleeding erupted from every point where the spear blade had penetrated.
‘The body of a Ghost Beast Human who has mastered both the Golden Wall Protective Art and the Iron Armor Technique, pierced so easily!’
And this was right after breaking through the Golden Wall Palm.
Despite the destructive power of the attack, without even catching a single breath, he unleashed a completely different nature of attack—martial forms with destructive power no less than the previous assault.
Inhuman endurance and physical strength.
Crack!
Just as Moyong Bi was about to pierce a hole through Jwa Sa’s neck, he suddenly sensed killing intent descending from behind and spun his body around.
Clang!
A fist the size of a human head was blocked by the shaft of the Sealed Demon Divine Spear.
Remarkably, Moyong Bi was not pushed back. Instead, Uh Ho, who had thrown his full weight behind the punch, staggered backward several steps.
Moyong Bi’s eyes gleamed with intensity.
‘Yes, this is it.’
The Infinite True Qi became even more serene than before.
That serenity was his own spirit. Though excited, his spirit—which methodically annihilated enemies without any ostentation—was being read with perfect precision by his True Qi.
But was his rage insufficient?
Not at all.
Boom!
After the Flying Celestial Gold Escort and the Eun Lim Pyo Bo, the final step was the Jin San Ho Bo.
Moyong Bi unfolded three Secret Transmission movement techniques from the Moyong Family in rapid succession, and it was no exaggeration to call it ghostly movement. From the start, it was impossible to properly sense her presence.
Panicked, Uh Ho threw punches in all directions without thinking. He had no way of knowing where Moyong Bi would appear.
The White Bone Man shouted.
“Come to me!”
His command came too late.
A violent burst of sound!
The Demon-Sealing Divine Spear, rising from below, pierced straight through Uh Ho’s jaw and shattered his crown, continuing upward.
“Gack!”
Uh Ho’s body trembled violently.
There was no time for admiration. Having released the Demon-Sealing Divine Spear, Moyong Bi immediately unfolded the White Deer Riding Wind technique and flew toward Jwa Sa.
Her movements and combat execution were so swift and otherworldly that the White Bone Man couldn’t even intervene. In fact, if he tried, their coordination would fall apart, making him worse off than fighting alone.
A sharp crack!
Jwa Sa’s two arms snapped outward as he instinctively assumed a defensive stance.
Her left leg, swung left and right with her right foot as the pivot, had whipped across both of Jwa Sa’s forearms.
Simultaneously.
A flash of light!
The Wild Beast Blade, drawn at some point unknown, pierced straight through Jwa Sa’s crown.
A dull thud!
The Wild Beast Blade, having penetrated his crown, came to a stop at his chest.
Moyong Bi, gripping the blade steadily with both hands, wrenched it free with an upward and downward motion.
A geyser of crimson!
The surging blood adorned the starlit night sky beautifully.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered a body this resilient. I’d like to learn from it too.”
Moyong Bi, flicking the blood from the Wild Beast Blade, fixed her gaze on the White Bone Man.
“Put your hands forward, side by side. Let me start by grooming your nails.”

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