Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 116
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Chapter 116
A sudden resistance felt in his hand.
At this, Hopoong-do looked down at the secret manual he was holding.
Something was embedded in the secret manual. That thin object normally wouldn’t be able to provide this much resistance.
“An acupuncture needle?”
Suddenly an acupuncture needle.
Wasn’t this too weak in killing power to be used as a hidden weapon?
Therefore, it wasn’t something familiar as a hidden weapon.
‘What a useless act. Even if it’s coated with poison, what use is there in embedding it in a book?’
It was just as he was about to scoff at this.
Suddenly, someone flashed through Hopoong-do’s mind.
‘Wasn’t there recently someone who uses acupuncture needles as hidden weapons!?’
To live as a Wandering Warrior, one had to constantly keep an ear to the trends of Murim.
Since it was one of the desperate struggles to increase survival rate, Hopoong-do also carried this out without fail.
Like lightning, one alias flashed through his mind.
“If it’s someone who uses acupuncture needles as hidden weapons…! Poison Demon Physician!”
“What!?”
“!!!!”
“It’s the Poison Demon Physician!”
What business could that person have coming all the way here?
It was before he had even finished shouting in surprise at the sudden appearance.
Hissssss-
The secret manual in his hands began melting away, centered around the needle.
“Noooo! This can’t be!”
The needle is the cause!
He urgently tried to grab and pull out the needle.
“Arghhhh…!”
A burning pain was felt in the fingers that grabbed it.
If he hadn’t urgently drawn up his internal energy to block it.
Tssssss-
Hopoong-do’s fingers would now be in the same state as the Secret Manual that had just turned to powder and scattered away.
Meanwhile, Hopoong-do rubbed his hands in pain while shouting at the Secret Manual that had vanished helplessly before his eyes.
“You madman! Why did you destroy it!”
If you’re going to steal the Secret Manual, then steal it and take it away.
Why go as far as destroying it?
Was this the mentality of destroying it if you couldn’t have it?
Wasn’t this going too far?
“No matter what, this isn’t right!”
“Aaaaah!”
“My Secret Manual! My Secret Manual…!”
“Why is that yours!”
“Shut up!”
“Over there! That’s the Poison Demon Physician over there!”
“Huh…!”
In the situation where those gathered here were experiencing him in real time, Jung Myeong openly revealed himself.
Even though Strange Madman and Geol Gae, including Yeo Eun-so, were beside him, everyone’s gaze was directed only at Jung Myeong.
* * *
Even while receiving the gazes of over a hundred Martial Artists, he showed no wavering.
Rather, his eyes were filled only with conviction about what he had done.
‘This one is fake too.’
Coming here, he had experienced the same situation as now three more times.
That’s how he knew.
‘Someone keeps throwing fake Secret Manuals.’
That this Secret Manual was fake.
The evidence for this was clear.
‘I don’t see any light in my eyes.’
Because the light that should only be visible to his eyes wasn’t visible.
If it were a proper secret manual, light would naturally appear in his eyes.
There was no clearer evidence than not seeing that.
He had actually examined the second one.
‘It was only flashy on the surface, but the core was missing.’
It wasn’t a proper secret manual.
If one learned it as is, it looked perfect for falling into Qi Deviation.
The problem was that only parts were like that.
‘Even if fake, about ten percent of the secret manual’s content was properly written.’
The beginning of the secret manual was properly written.
This meant someone did possess the real Poison Horn Secret Manual. After all, you need the real thing to create a plausible fake.
‘That’s what’s really serious. That’s why those being manipulated here won’t do.’
So Jung Myeong had burned it with great confidence.
Could he explain this to them?
“Aaaaah…!”
“This damn! You’re already a master, aren’t you!”
“Krrgh…”
They wouldn’t even listen.
The Martial Artists whose eyes had completely turned were already enraged.
They couldn’t accept the situation.
‘At first, he had at least tried to persuade them.’
He had long since learned through experience that persuasion didn’t work.
Words don’t get through to those whose eyes have turned.
“Kill that bastard!”
“But he’s Super Peak Level! How do we catch him!”
“If we all join forces, we can somehow kill him!”
“All of us!?”
“Yes! If we all rush him together, we can catch him! How many could there be! We number over a hundred!”
Whether from anger.
Due to mob psychology, some appeared who wanted to try something.
From what he could see, rather than properly attacking, these were people trying to make a big scene to gain something.
“Kill them!”
“Kill!”
Tuaaaang!
Those who had been buried in groups began to burst out.
Only the beginning is difficult.
Once one or two began to move, dozens moved in an instant.
‘Extremely unnatural. However, this kind of thing is happening all over this mountain.’
Jung Myeong watched them intently. Looking at all those charging at him, he instantly assessed the situation.
“I’ll handle this again.”
Puhwaaaak-!
He threw the Hidden Weapon Bundle he had prepared in advance toward the charging Martial Artists.
The spreading Hidden Weapon Bundle unfolded as the enhanced Three Origin Kill he had elevated.
[Three Origin Kill Second Kill: Dark Sea]
The second Martial Technique of Three Origin Kill, Dark Sea.
Befitting the name of a dark ocean, the Illusion Principle activated.
The hundred or so Acupuncture Needles he threw scattered and instantly multiplied to thousands.
The multiplied Hidden Weapons absorbed the surrounding light.
They rapidly darkened the surroundings and erased their presence.
“Huh… Even seeing it again, it’s spectacular.”
“He throws it so openly yet you can’t tell where it is, that thing.”
A move that would amaze even the people of Beggar’s Sect was unleashed.
“Gak…!”
“Kuh… Uuuum…?”
Puuuuk. Puuk.
One Hidden Weapon for each Martial Artist.
The perfectly executed move struck everyone in an instant.
“…”
“!!!!”
The moment they were struck, the bodies of most of the Martial Artists stiffened.
Sudden paralysis while running at full speed.
Thud. Crash.
The sounds of people collapsing could be heard from all directions.
They were paralyzed while charging forward, so they crashed face-first into the ground.
“….”
Not even groans escaped them. Their entire bodies were paralyzed, unable to react at all.
“Oh my! Those poor souls must have broken their bones.”
Only the Strange Madman’s voice echoed as he watched and enjoyed the situation like a commentary.
However, the real show was yet to come.
“Aaaaaargh!”
“Gack…!”
The Martial Artists who had initially incited the others.
Jung Myeong had given them something other than paralysis.
Acid Needles!
Hissssss-
Their bodies began melting from where the needles struck.
Most of the Martial Artists were hit near their shoulders, close to their hearts.
As those areas suddenly began melting, the Martial Artists struck by Acid Needles didn’t know what to do.
“S-save me…! Gack!”
Those consumed by panic watched their bodies completely melt away with their own eyes before meeting death.
Meanwhile, those with resolve struck off their own shoulders with their own swords.
Crack-
It was a desperate resolve to cut off their own arms.
However, it was useless.
Even after cutting off the heavily poisoned arm, the remaining toxins had already been absorbed long ago.
“Aaaaaargh!”
Instead, the residual toxins worked from within, making them feel even more excruciating pain for a longer time.
Unless Jung Myeong provided an antidote, the only thing permitted to them was death.
“….”
Jung Myeong watched their deaths without showing even a trace of regret.
Rather, he appeared emotionless.
In reality, he showed absolutely no sympathy whatsoever toward them.
For him, this was a natural thing.
‘There’s no need to spare even those who came forward to kill me.’
Jung Myeong had only death to offer to those who targeted his life.
If they had been able, they would have given him death as well.
The companions here also knew this, so they showed the same attitude.
Even if he killed them more cruelly, there would be no one to stop him.
The reason Jung Myeong limited this death only to those who instigated it was one thing.
‘Those who would have the Poison Horn Secret Manual. Those who might have plotted this want blood.’
This was a choice made out of necessity, not sympathy.
Someone wanted blood.
To greatly amplify that blood, they had even installed a formation with an unknown center point.
[An unknown formation is activating.]
[Mental Abnormality: Increases impulse probability.]
[This is a place where mental abnormality occurrence probability has increased overall.]
[Resistance successful.]
Even if others didn’t know, he alone knew this for certain.
That’s why he chose it.
To kill only those who led the situation.
In fact, these impulses didn’t apply only to anger.
“Aaaaah… I’m dying! Everyone’s dying!”
“P-please spare me…!”
Look at those who couldn’t even charge forward at first. Those who hesitated, those who weren’t hit by acupuncture needles.
They were paralyzed with fear, unable to do this or that, with vacant eyes.
It was because the emotion of fear had been amplified.
“Huu…”
The severe ones even collapsed. Some unknowingly wet themselves and chattered their teeth.
It was chaos created in an instant.
“Let’s go.”
“Indeed.”
“Ugh… What a sight. What a terrible sight.”
Jung Myeong. Even after witnessing all this carnage, he immediately moved toward the next destination.
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“Are you planning to head straight to the next location?”
“Yes. Just crossing the ridge of this mountain, the scent of blood should be rising.”
“Sigh… I suppose so.”
The mountains in Jeok-gye weren’t tall. However, they spread wide horizontally, with winding ridges that made it difficult to read the entire terrain.
‘It’s the perfect place for someone to cause trouble.’
The terrain itself couldn’t have been created specifically to target him.
But it was sufficient to assume someone had read this topography and exploited it.
Thanks to that, incidents were breaking out everywhere.
The direct cause was the Poison Horn Secret Manual.
The victims were the Martial Artists who had swarmed here like bees upon hearing news of the Secret Manual.
Their numbers had swelled so rapidly that even the Beggar’s Sect couldn’t have anticipated it, leaving even that Strange Madman in a state of confusion.
That wasn’t the only thing amplifying the chaos.
“About that Formation you mentioned.”
“Yes. Please speak.”
“Even though I heard it exists, it’s too difficult for me to determine where it actually is.”
“!!!”
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