Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47. The Beginning of Revival (1)

 

Thump thump.

 

His heart began beating strongly.

 

Surge surge!

 

Blood vessels throughout his body writhed frantically, promoting blood circulation.

 

“Huuuu.”

 

With a quiet breath, fine heat haze rose from Moyong Bi’s body.

 

‘Good.’

 

There was no backlash from implementing intense martial arts.

 

Though he hadn’t slept, the excessive nutritional intake brought vitality to his entire body.

 

The Primordial True Energy, empowered by the will amplified through the Brain Gate Heart Technique, distributed the absorbed nutrition evenly throughout his body, and in that brief moment, supplemented his muscles and accumulated subcutaneous fat.

 

His brain, now fully nourished, accelerated the flow of Brain Gate True Energy, and the accelerated Brain Gate True Energy once again strengthened the power of the Primordial True Energy.

 

As one area improved, the devastated parts throughout awakened, raising the overall level. The elevated body created a virtuous cycle, activating Qi again and adding momentum to the circulation.

 

For the first time since entering this body, it had become a body worthy of a ‘martial artist.’

 

‘It’s thanks to the Blood Control Pill.’

 

The decisive factor was the Blood Control Pill.

 

A poison pill that, if simply swallowed, would become an immediate deadly poison, causing blood to coagulate and death before one could even count to ten.

 

However, when taken with Qi fully activated and the medicinal power spread immediately upon consumption, it could remove only the dead blood and turbid Qi that had already been damaged and solidified.

 

Poison and medicine differ by a hair’s breadth. Moyong Bi had the ability to transform even poison into spiritual medicine.

 

Moreover, with delicate control of Internal Energy, he could use the Blood Control Pill’s medicinal power to extremely activate the flow of Qi.

 

Moyong Bi had essentially extracted every possibility that the poison called Blood Control Pill possessed.

 

‘Good.’

 

Swoosh.

 

He stepped forward with one foot.

 

It was light as a feather. He was overflowing with much more power than when he first formed the Primordial True Energy.

 

‘Perfect.’

 

It felt as if his entire body was glowing red hot.

 

The pleasant sound of his heart beating. With the rising heat, his breathing gradually became shorter and deeper.

 

Moyong Bi kicked off the ground.

 

Paaak!

 

The elasticity carried down to his toes increased his speed.

 

Hwang Gyu also increased his speed in response to the movement that had become faster than before.

 

Crack!

 

Hwang Gyu moved to the right to create distance and drew up his White Sword True Energy.

 

‘This bastard!’

 

Wooooong!

 

A subtle white haze rose from the white sword.

 

Though not perfectly straight, a sword-shaped force swirled above the blade.

 

It was completed Energy Release, Sword Energy. It was true Energy Manipulation Arts that would cut and destroy everything within the sword’s range.

 

“Try to block this!”

 

Hwang Gyu’s sword moved with a streak of lightning.

 

Terrifying speed, suddenly increased destructive power.

 

The Ten Secret Swords, Ten Sword Gate’s strongest martial art and Hwang Gyu’s exclusive technique, was unleashed.

 

Paaaaaaak!

 

The sweeping sword energy mercilessly tore through Moyong Bi’s sleeve as it passed. His thin forearm was completely exposed.

 

Hwang Gyu’s eyes wavered.

 

‘He dodged?!’

 

It was a single sword strike he had swung with full intent.

 

He was confident that even the head of the Hong Clan Sword Family wouldn’t be able to dodge it so easily.

 

Moyong Bi’s body rotated as he brushed past Hwang Gyu.

 

Scrape!

 

It was an eerily chilling sound.

 

The sensation of a dull blade cutting across the skin of his side was terrifying.

 

The only fortunate thing was that it didn’t cut deep into the muscle.

 

“Eeek!”

 

Pababak!

 

Hwang Gyu’s body also rotated.

 

Crossing his feet in succession as he spun, he pulled back the force he had released to amplify his Ten Secret Sword Power.

 

‘Die!’

 

Flash!

 

The pure white sword light cutting through empty air was blindingly beautiful.

 

However.

 

Zzzeeeong!

 

Hwang Gyu’s sword vibrated violently as it was deflected to the side.

 

‘E-Energy Release?!’

 

Only Energy Release could block Energy Release.

 

At least that was true according to Hwang Gyu’s common sense. But he hadn’t even seen Energy Release pouring from Moyong Bi’s sword.

 

‘How!’

 

Whoosh!

 

Moyong Bi charged forward with his sword gripped in both hands extended diagonally, then slashed upward toward the upper left.

 

There was no time to resolve his confusion. Hwang Gyu pulled back his deflected sword and deployed the Secret Curtain Sword of the Ten Secret Swords.

 

Chiiiing!

 

‘He’s strong!’

 

Though he succeeded in defending, the shock that traveled beyond his sword to his wrist and elbow was tremendous.

 

Could such power be contained in a single blade strike that wasn’t even brought down but slashed upward diagonally?

 

That wasn’t the end of it.

 

Thud!

 

Moyong Bi put strength into his extended foot and gathered the power of his upper body to bring his sword down.

 

It was truly a strike with his entire body’s strength behind it. Even after delivering such a powerful blow, he immediately crouched down to deliver a Continuous Chain Strike—a speed that couldn’t be achieved without a well-trained body.

 

Hwang Gyu hastily retreated backward.

 

Slash!

 

“Keuugh!”

 

A diagonal wound appeared on his chest.

 

The blade tip had split his skin. It wasn’t a clean cut, but felt like it had been forcibly gouged and torn through.

 

‘It hurts.’

 

Surging excitement usually dulled pain, but this wound was different.

 

It was a strangely eerie pain. It felt like being cut by a beast’s claws curved inward like hooks.

 

Swoosh!

 

The attack continued.

 

Once momentum was gained, one pressed forward mercilessly. That was the law of the battlefield.

 

Moyong Bi’s sword began to dance.

 

Clang! Clang clang!

 

Hwang Gyu’s swordsmanship in blocking the heavy long blade was no ordinary feat either. Just managing to receive Moyong Bi’s inspired attacks was proof enough of his skill.

 

Clang clang! Clang!

 

As time passed, the resonant sound of steel clashing against steel amplified.

 

To ordinary people’s eyes, they couldn’t even grasp which attacks were being blocked and how. Not only was it fast, but the sparks bursting from the clashing blades dazzled the viewers’ sight.

 

An utterly enchanting clash of life and death.

 

Within the bursting sparks, life and death coexisted.

 

The ecstasy and terror standing at the boundary of life and death were screaming. That sound, crying out through the voice of the blade, overwhelmed the souls of those watching.

 

But at this moment, the person being overwhelmed most was Hwang Gyu.

 

‘Th-this!’

 

Clang clang! Clang!

 

Despite swinging his sword like mad, his heart gradually shrank.

 

He couldn’t tell if his shoulders had tensed up or his wrists had stiffened. Neither the thought of counterattacking upon seeing an opening nor the will to sacrifice flesh to take bone arose.

 

He could only do his best to block Moyong Bi’s indiscriminate offensive.

 

‘How can this be happening?’

 

When he had resolved to engage in a frontal confrontation, he had thought it was actually good. He was confident he could overwhelm with internal energy and stamina.

 

However, from the moment he first blocked the sword, he felt something was strange.

 

An indescribable sense of helplessness. And that helplessness became concrete when he blocked the second strike, disturbing his mind.

 

‘This bastard is disrupting my breathing!’

 

That’s right.

 

In terms of strength, he still held the advantage. Not just by a move or two, but he was simply much stronger.

 

Yet he couldn’t exert his full power.

 

The reason was simple and clear. Moyong Bi’s attacks were coming in by splitting the rhythm of each moment of offense and defense.

 

‘Impossible!’

 

Reading the opponent’s breathing and attacking?

 

It was easy to say. But no one could execute such attacks as naturally as breathing.

 

Reading an opponent’s breathing meant reading not only their strength and speed but even their habits. Naturally, such things couldn’t be easily discerned.

 

Even if one knew, playing with breathing so effortlessly was truly a realm beyond the heavens.

 

Claaang!

 

“Kugh!”

 

There were no cuts, but his entire body felt like it was sinking.

 

His strength drained at a terrifying speed. His breathing wasn’t working properly, so his body wouldn’t move as he wanted.

 

He had no choice. Even if it meant getting cut, he had to breathe in now.

 

Otherwise, he would die.

 

“Hup!”

 

Slash!

 

“Kheup!”

 

He had steeled himself for it, but it was truly horrific pain.

 

Spurt!

 

Blood even spurted out belatedly. A chunk of his left shoulder muscle was sliced clean off, making the back of his neck tingle with dread.

 

‘This bastard!’

 

With one breath, strength flowed through his entire body.

 

Hwang Gyu was about to immediately counterattack when he saw something long flying toward his face.

 

It was Moyong Bi’s leg.

 

Crack!

 

A spinning back kick that landed squarely on his face – it was a variation of the Whirlwind Kick executed from a standing position.

 

It meant that while cutting his shoulder, he had already rotated his body to prepare the follow-up attack.

 

‘This is real.’

 

Hwang Gyu felt fear.

 

‘This bastard really was reading my habits and movements.’

 

Slash!

 

The vertically swung blade cut the inside of Hwang Gyu’s thigh.

 

This strike was truly dangerous. If it had gone just a little deeper, it would have severed an artery.

 

His mind snapped to full alertness.

 

Whoooosh!

 

He used all his remaining breath to retreat backward.

 

It was an instinctive movement. His body knew that retreat was the only way to survive.

 

However, as if he had expected this, Moyong Bi was already running toward him.

 

Hwang Gyu’s eyes began to turn bloodshot red.

 

‘Don’t come.’

 

He swung his sword wildly.

 

It wasn’t the Ten Secret Swords, but as befitting someone who had trained with the sword his entire life, it was a fairly threatening attack.

 

Ting ting ting!

 

All those threatening Sword Strikes were blocked by a single thick long blade.

 

While charging forward, he deflected the sword strikes by simply changing the angle of his blade. Even when deflecting attacks that came close to his face, he didn’t blink once.

 

‘Heoook!’

 

His breathing began to falter again.

 

Hwang Gyu looked into Moyong Bi’s two eyes.

 

Pupils that seemed to burn red with excitement, yet remained completely unwavering as if bewitched by something.

 

They appeared both deep blue and bright red. It was as if blue and red lights flickered like lightning.

 

‘Don’t come!’

 

Crack!

 

It was a strike that staked everything.

 

As if to pierce through the head with a Single Sword Strike, he poured out all his Internal Energy and strength without thinking of what came next.

 

Whoosh!

 

The Sword pierced through Moyong Bi’s head.

 

Hwang Gyu’s face was colored with joy.

 

‘I did it!’

 

But why was there no feeling of impact?

 

Whoooosh.

 

Moyong Bi’s face scattered with the wind.

 

The forehead that the Sword had pierced, the eyes that flickered blue and red, and the killing intent shrouded in that expressionless face all vanished like smoke.

 

What remained was only a single blade that coiled around his wrist like a snake.

 

Slice!

 

“Aaaahhh!”

 

He ended up spitting out his final breath as a scream.

 

Thud! Thump thump! Clang!

 

As he fell on his bottom, something dropped to the ground.

 

It was his severed wrist and fingers, along with the Sword he had been holding.

 

“Huff! Huff! Huff!”

 

Rather than loss and pain, his only thought was that he needed to breathe.

 

Darkness crept into Hwang Gyu’s eyes as he gasped roughly for air.

 

His fight was over, but Moyong Bi’s fight was still ongoing.

 

Crack!

 

There wasn’t even a scream.

 

The Leg Technique executed with all his might struck properly at the center of the face.

 

The bridge of the nose broke and teeth flew out. The lower part of the right eye socket wrapped around his foot was crushed, and the impact transmitted all the way to the neck bones.

 

Thud!

 

Hwang Gyu’s body trembled as he slammed the back of his head into the ground.

 

He miraculously didn’t die, but he was completely unconscious from the massive shock.

 

Meanwhile, a large amount of blood flowed from his severed wrist.

 

“Ugh…”

 

Even while groaning, he sent Internal Energy to the severed area. That too was instinct.

 

The bleeding from his severed wrist gradually stopped, but his combat ability was definitely lost.

 

The outcome had been decided.

 

“Phew.”

 

Moyong Bi quietly exhaled and rested his Sword on his shoulder.

 

Unlike Hwang Gyu, his breathing wasn’t disturbed, nor was he severely injured anywhere. The only difference from before the fight was that the nape of his neck was damp with sweat.

 

It was a complete victory.

 

It was a perfect victory that no one could dispute.

 

“How disappointing.”

 

Moyong Bi smiled and pointed his sword at Hwang Gyu.

 

“I wanted to teach the Main Family children various things, but the training dummy is too soft for further demonstration.”

 

“Cough!”

 

“A dummy that’s outlived its usefulness should be discarded, shouldn’t it?”

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