Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 267

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Chapter 267. The Great Demon Slayer (7)
The White Bone Man felt a surge of inner turmoil.
‘Jwa Sa Woo Ho fell so easily.’
Of course, he too could have subdued those two beasts without difficulty. Even without favorable martial arts compatibility, it would not have been particularly challenging.
The problem was that he himself had been drawn into this fight.
‘The burden difference between one-on-two and one-on-three is more than double. He overwhelmed Jwa Sa Woo Ho without hesitation while still keeping me in mind.’
His astonishment at the opponent ignited his competitive spirit and deepened his hatred.
“Indeed.”
Whooooom!
The White Bone Man’s mask emitted a peculiar vibration.
“Your martial prowess deserves evaluation as surpassing the Four Dragons and Three Phoenixes. It rivals that of a Sect Leader of the Nine Great Sects.”
“I’ve never understood people like you who categorize strength by rank in situations like this.”
It was a provocative statement. Stop wasting breath and just come at me.
Simultaneously, it was a declaration of my composure. The moment combat began, Moyong Bi wielded language itself as a weapon.
“All the better.”
Whooom! Whoooom!
The pale white fingernails gradually darkened to black.
Moyong Bi’s eyes deepened.
‘Demonic Art? But not quite Demonic Art?’
It was a bodily transformation approaching Demonic Art, yet no Demonic Energy descended. Had it been Demonic Energy, the Brain Gate Heart Technique would have detected it first.
‘Yet he spoke of the Four Dragons and Three Phoenixes with such wonder?’
The White Bone Man spoke with confident voice.
“I am called Baekgol Gwi. I have yet to find my true name.”
It was a peculiar statement.
Not that he had no name, but that he had yet to find it—this meant he had never possessed a name in his entire life.
“Enough with your ghostly games. Take off that mask. How little confidence do you have in your face to wear such a thing?”
“That cannot be.”
Ziiiiing.
Mysterious patterns began to inscribe themselves upon the pale white bone mask.
In that moment, Moyong Bi heard the sharp, piercing warning from the Brain Gate Heart Technique.
“This mask is my weapon.”
Whoosh!
The man, Baekgol Gwi’s aura transformed completely.
As if he had wrapped the darkness of night around his entire body. The patterns revealed above the mask were geometric and eerie.
‘Demonic Art?!’
Still, no Demonic Energy descended.
Yet Moyong Bi sensed an Energy Wave approaching Demonic Art from Baekgol Gwi’s aura. Not the twisted energy characteristic of Demonic Energy, but the source felt the same.
‘What on earth is this?’
That the Brain Gate Heart Technique reacted despite it not being Demonic Energy meant his energy was also close to defying heaven.
Yet it lacked the characteristic wickedness of Evil Art to be called such. Rather, it carried the weight of something approaching Righteous Art.
‘Not quite the same, but I’ve felt a similar irritation before.’
Moyong Bi’s eyes sharpened.
‘Those Black Sect bastards or whatever they are.’
Whoosh.
Baekgol Gwi approached, one step after another.
With each step closer, the air writhed. A bizarre Qi rooted in Killing Intent was generating an inexplicable tension.
“…Hmm.”
Moyong Bi’s serious expression gradually shifted to one of indifference.
“Have you set the mood properly?”
Crash!
The speed was tremendous.
A velocity never displayed before. His Martial Arts themselves had transformed, but now that the two monsters called Jwa Sa Woo Ho had vanished, it felt as though he had been freed.
‘How strange.’
The Seal Demon Divine Spear erupted with flame.
Clang clang clang clang!
The hardness increased not just in his nails, but his hands and even his forearms.
His clothing was torn by the spear’s edge across his forearms and upper arms. Then golden Qi pulsed visibly through Baekgol Gwi’s both arms.
It was as if the Qi flowed along his blood meridians. It felt bizarre rather than mysterious.
‘If he possesses this much strength, why didn’t he unleash it sooner?’
His thoughts went no further.
‘In any case, this has become dangerous.’
Energy Waves, intensity, destructive power—all had escalated. At this rate, without exerting full strength, victory would be difficult.
Moyong Bi’s pupils flooded with a mystical azure light.
Crack! Crash crash! Screech!
Relentless, overwhelming attacks.
Within the blindingly swift assault lay destructive power that could casually shatter stone. Baekgol Gwi’s both hands were oppressive like a beast’s paw strikes, while Moyong Bi’s Seal Demon Divine Spear writhed like a dragon possessed of infinite freedom.
Whoooosh!
Baekgol Gwi retreated one step and withdrew his right palm.
In an instant, golden Qi swirled violently in his palm, forming a small sphere.
The transition from Claw Technique to Palm Technique was lightning-fast.
Moyong Bi’s body rotated.
Whoosh.
The golden palm force grazed Moyong Bi’s shoulder and tore into the ground.
No explosion sounded. Which made it all the more horrifying.
As if it were some legendary extreme poison, the earth and portions of trees where the palm force touched seemed to dissolve and scatter.
‘A dangerous Martial Art.’
Allowing even one strike would result in crippling. Should that strike land on the head, chest, or abdomen, death could come in a single blow.
The Seal Demon Divine Spear descended in a vertical strike from above.
Boom!
Baekgol Gwi’s both feet dug into the ground.
I crossed both arms to block the spear shaft, but I couldn’t fully absorb the impact.
A flash of light.
From the eye sockets of the White Bone Man’s mask, a gaze brimming with Killing Intent erupted forth.
Rapid successive strikes.
Like a barrage of arrows, the Finger Technique tore through my clothing in multiple places.
My feet moved urgently, and the Seal Demon Divine Spear rotated and thrust repeatedly, fundamentally blocking the White Bone Man’s attacks.
How much time had passed like this?
Bang! Whoosh! Crack!
Spear and hands no longer collided.
Each sought only the other’s openings with precision. My Spear Techniques were the pinnacle of practical Martial Arts forged through extreme combat experience, while the White Bone Man’s Finger Technique was designed for one-strike kills from the very foundation, and though there was no contact, the duel between us made observers shudder.
‘What is this?’
Though I showed no sign, I was genuinely bewildered.
‘Why isn’t anything connecting?’
I was certainly faster in speed.
It had to be that way. My opponent wielded a heavy long spear, while I moved both empty hands. Even if I suffered in distance, my speed had to be superior.
Moreover, I possessed a godlike footwork that made the distance difference between weapons laughable. In fact, hadn’t I repeatedly approached while easily evading my opponent’s Spear Techniques?
Yet nothing was connecting.
‘Why in the world?!’
It wasn’t that my evasion speed was extraordinarily fast, nor was I displaying resourcefulness to create creative and unique Sword Forms.
‘What should hit isn’t hitting. At minimum, I should be grazing him?!’
Until now, I had at least grazed him. All the tears in my opponent’s clothing came from my Finger Technique.
But as time passed, I wasn’t even grazing him anymore.
‘Why in the world!!’
In that instant, Moyong Bi’s eyes changed.
For a moment, the White Bone Man felt a chill run down his spine.
‘A counterattack!’
There was only one form for the counterattack.
A sharp, piercing sound.
The graceful black long spear came spinning straight forward.
It targeted precisely the gap between my outstretched hands. No matter how skilled I was, taking this strike meant certain death.
‘I’ll shatter it!’
Both hands gathered inward like lightning. I struck the spear shaft with my fingernails and Energy Manipulation Arts, aiming for a counterattack through acupuncture channels.
Boom!
The White Bone Man’s eyes widened.
‘Why?!’
The spinning long spear fell helplessly to the ground.
Then, a single shadow flickered away at tremendous speed toward my left side.
The White Bone Man instinctively twisted his body to the right.
A scraping sound.
“Ugh!”
A searing, sharp pain blazed from my left armpit to my shoulder.
Baekgol Gwi’s eyes wavered.
An elongated arm soared through the Night Sky. Bathed in moonlight, the limb was as black as if ink had been spilled upon it.
‘My arm….’
Flash!
A merciless Horizontal Strike delivered from a lowered stance.
The jagged Sword blade emanated an ominous Killing Intent.
Screech!
“Ughhhh!”
Though I managed to retreat, the vicious blade aura carved through my ribs.
Before the wound could fully form, I felt an illusion—as if soft silk were wrapping around my abdomen. The sensation was so soothing and gentle that my evasion slowed for just an instant.
Splurt!
The volume of blood pouring forth was extraordinary.
Baekgol Gwi hastily used Internal Power to stimulate the acupoint channels in my left shoulder and ribs. Both areas were critical bleeding points.
‘This… this can’t be….’
Too late.
I had blocked it, but in that brief moment, I had lost far too much blood. My head grew heavy, and my vision spun wildly.
Then, Baekgol Gwi could see it.
The opponent in the darkness kicking the black Spear shaft embedded in the ground with their foot.
Ting!
The Spear shaft, torn from the earth, spun through the air toward my abdomen.
‘No…!’
Piercing!
The spinning Spear pierced through Baekgol Gwi’s abdomen and drove his body into the ground.
“Cough…!”
Like meat skewered on a wooden stick.
Baekgol Gwi’s body trembled violently.
“Quite an impressive Martial Art.”
The opponent walked forward with long dual Swords slung across their shoulders, silhouetted against the moonlight.
Their entire form was shrouded in darkness, yet their two eyes gleamed blue. The sight was utterly terrifying.
“The system resembles Demonic Arts extremely closely, yet it is not Demonic Arts. However, the moment those strange patterns were inscribed on the mask, my Qi Sensitivity detected it as Demonic Art.”
“…!!”
“So the mask being a weapon was true. Is it some kind of technique?”
Baekgol Gwi coughed up blood, his voice trembling as he asked.
“H-how did you defeat me?”
“Because I was strong enough to.”
“But I had superior strength and speed?!”
Moyong Bi spoke with indifference.
“Strength and speed certainly provide advantage in combat. But in a fight with so many variables, must everything truly come down to strength and speed alone?”
“…What?”
“Your martial arts are far too direct, targeting vital points so obviously. Brutal and impressive, certainly, but without deception or variation—if you simply accept such straightforward attacks, aren’t you a fool?”
Absurd words.
Even knowing that ten arrows were aimed at my head, chest, and abdomen, if I lacked the reflexes and mobility to respond to their speed, I would be struck regardless.
Moreover, the Golden King Claw was not a martial art so simple that knowing of it meant one could defend against it. If it were, a counter-method would have emerged long ago and been lost to time.
“Young one.”
Skreee.
The Beast Blade touched Baekgol Gwi’s neck.
“Superior martial arts certainly hold value. But to truly master such arts, my own level must surpass the martial arts themselves.”
“…!!”
“If one blindly believes in a single superior technique they’ve learned, they forget their own potential entirely. I’ve told this to many, yet scarcely a handful truly understand.”
Power flowed steadily into the Beast Blade.
Baekgol Gwi hastily opened his mouth.
“If you kill me…!”
“It’s fine. I’ve already intuited your affiliation well enough. And….”
Crack!
Baekgol Gwi’s head rolled pathetically across the ground.
Moyong Bi stripped away only the mask from the severed head rolling on the earth.
“What matters to me is this mask, not your snout endlessly spewing falsehoods.”
It was then.
Fssssss.
Baekgol Gwi’s severed head and body, along with the massive beasts known as Jwa Sa Woo Ho, began to decompose rapidly.
Moyong Bi’s eyes deepened.
“How troublesome they are.”

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