Fist Demon of Mount Hua - Chapter 112

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Episode 111. An Uninvited Guest Scatters Ash Upon the Feast—2
“What is the meaning of this?”
The people inside the great hall, startled by the sudden commotion, rushed outside.
Peng Guan Yeong spotted the Golden Lion and cried out.
“It’s him! He’s the one who attacked us!”
“Hmm.”
Cheong Heo exhaled a low note of recognition.
The three masked figures behind the Golden Lion were faces he knew well enough.
Unmistakably, they were the warriors who had assaulted the Wudang Sect.
One of the masked figures turned to face Cheong Heo.
“We meet again, Mal Ko.”
“Indeed. So we do.”
Cheong Heo nodded slowly and stepped forward.
No one had anticipated that those who had struck against both Wudang and the Peng Clan would appear here.
From beyond the compound wall came the groans of disciples—fresh carnage inflicted in this place.
“Last time, things happened too fast. I never had the chance to ask your names.”
“We serve the Golden Lion as the Three Yanluo. Remember it as such.”
“Hmm.”
Cheong Heo exhaled again, deeper this time.
He had not known that the warrior he had battled so fiercely was merely a subordinate of the Golden Lion.
Then it happened.
“Do you not know where you stand, creeping in like this? You have no fear at all.”
Jin Do Gyeong, an elder of the Songnan Sect, stepped forward with a shout. The Golden Lion merely shrugged his shoulders.
To any observer, it was an unmistakable gesture of mockery.
Through the gaps of his golden mask, a voice seeped out.
“So the little rats do gather together, just as I heard.”
The Golden Lion’s voice was unbearably crude. Those who heard it felt their meridians shudder.
“Demonic cultivation? So you are indeed of the Demonic Cult.”
Yu Jin Sang, an elder of the Jeomchang Sect, shouted these words.
He wasted no further thought and rushed at the Golden Lion. Several hot-blooded warriors followed in his wake, assailing the Golden Lion and the Three Yanluo.
“Hold!”
Cheong Heo cried out, trying urgently to restrain them, but it was already too late.
Yu Jin Sang’s blade shot out like lightning, driving toward the Golden Lion’s body. A crisp aura of sword qi had already coalesced along its edge.
Yu Jin Sang was certain this single stroke would cut the Golden Lion down. But his confidence shattered in an instant as a beam of light erupted from the Golden Lion’s body.
Screeeech!
A long, whip-like surge of luminous force.
“G-Gangi?”
Horror bloomed across every face in the Akyang Sword Gate.
Shred!
The Gangi swept across Yu Jin Sang’s body and passed through.
Crack!
The sword, heavy with sword qi, shattered into pieces. Yu Jin Sang’s upper and lower halves were severed. Organs spilled from his corpse and struck the ground.
Yu Jin Sang did not even cry out before death claimed him.
……
For a moment, silence seized the hall.
The Realm of Qi-Form Gangi—where one forges Gangi from pure Internal Energy.
Within the Nine Great Sects, few had reached the Qi-Form Gangi Realm. And all of them were recognized as the greatest masters in Jianghu.
The Golden Lion ridiculed the warriors gathered at the Akyang Sword Gate.
“No matter how much a rat struggles, in the end it remains a rat.”
Most of those present were overwhelmed by the Golden Lion’s presence. Yet there were exceptions.
One of them was Myeong Gyeong.
Thump-thump!
Myeong Gyeong felt the inner qi within his body surge and churn. His inner power resonated in answer to the opponent’s formidable Internal Energy.
‘I want to fight. I want to challenge him.’
A fierce fighting spirit gripped the depths of his chest with overwhelming force.
The other was Cho Yeon Woon.
From the moment the Golden Lion appeared, Cho Yeon Woon’s eyes had gleamed with sharp intensity.
‘Has the true Demonic Cult revealed itself to the world once again?’
He clenched his fist tightly, his gaze fixed upon the Golden Lion.
Then Cheong Heo walked toward the Golden Lion. Already, a formidable aura of power radiated from his body.
He too was a master of renown in the Wudang Sect. A martial artist of supreme caliber.
A sword had appeared in his hand at some point.
“Whatever your purpose in coming here, I’d advise against harboring any notion that you’ll leave unscathed.”
He leveled his blade at the Golden Lion. He had judged this the moment to subdue the Golden Lion rather than the Three Yanluo.
From Cheong Heo’s body surged a tide of momentum that pressed toward the Golden Lion.
“A formidable aura. Malko.”
“It will suffice to face you.”
“Intriguing. This promises to be a worthy fight. But if only we two clash, where’s the sport in that?”
“What do you mean?”
Suddenly the Golden Lion raised his hand high. Black shadows then erupted along the compound wall, revealing themselves one by one.
In their hands they wielded grotesque weapons—a sickle joined to chains. Chain Scythes, an arcane instrument of war.
From the bodies of these figures, clad in black garb and black masks, flowed a sinister momentum.
“We call them Blood Practitioner Ghosts. Now show me your mettle.”
Laughter threaded through the Golden Lion’s voice.
Cheong Heo cried out.
“Everyone—be on your guard.”
In that instant the Golden Lion pointed his hand toward the warriors of the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Clans.
Whoosh!
The Blood Practitioner Ghosts standing atop the wall rushed down as one.
Their weapons flashed with a cold light.
“Good!”
Myeong Gyeong lunged forward in that moment.
The Golden Lion was Cheong Heo’s adversary; among the Three Yanluo beside him, he set his sights on the First Yanluo. Apart from the Golden Lion, he seemed the strongest.
“Master!”
Han So Yoo’s voice came from behind, but he paid it no mind.
Clang!
Myeong Gyeong’s blade met the First Yanluo’s in a violent collision.
As if in answer, the bitter struggle between the warriors gathered at the Akyang Sword Sect and the Blood Practitioner Ghosts erupted.
“Argh!”
“Die!”
Blood sprayed in all directions; screams rent the air.
A hellish tableau unfolded before their eyes.
Han So Yoo found herself without words at the inferno playing out before her.
She had never imagined witnessing such horror in this place. Not once had she conjured the image of such a nightmarish scene.
Yet she too was a warrior of the Hua Shan Sect.
Steadying her wavering heart, she drew her blade.
“Hyah!”
Han So Yoo threw herself into the fray.
Cho Yeon Woon shook his head.
“That friend would be perfect for a scene like this.”
He thought of that taciturn companion.
Formidable and terrifying as an enemy, but as an ally—more reassuring than anything else.
“But there’s no help for it.”
That friend was not here now.
Then he would fight himself.
Cho Yeon Woon threw himself at the Second Yanluo, one of the Three Yanluo.
Boom!
Thunder and flame erupted from the heart of Akyang.
The fire rose so high that everyone in Akyang could see it.
Among them were Dam Ho and Bang Jin Bo.
“Brother?”
Bang Jin Bo looked up at Dam Ho.
In that moment, another deafening explosion shook the earth, and brilliant crimson flames shot skyward. The radiance of the conflagration painted Dam Ho’s and Bang Jin Bo’s faces red.
“Brother, that’s…”
Bang Jin Bo’s voice trembled.
The flames blazed at the very center of Akyang. And at the center of Akyang stood the Akyang Sword Sect.
And at the Akyang Sword Sect…
“Eun So Cheong.”
Eun So Cheong was there.
Bang Jin Bo grasped Dam Ho’s hand.
“Brother, So Cheong is at the Akyang Sword Gate.”
Dam Ho nodded silently.
He knew that Bang Jin Bo held Eun So Cheong dear. Anyone precious to Bang Jin Bo was precious to him as well.
There were few people in this world whom Dam Ho truly cherished.
Dam Ho stepped out of the Seofung Inn. Bang Jin Bo moved to follow.
“Wait here.”
“But——”
“I will bring So Cheong back safely. So you stay here.”
“I… understood.”
Bang Jin Bo nodded, resigned to the decision.
He did not doubt Dam Ho’s word in the slightest.
Dam Ho was a man who kept every promise he made. Now that he had given his word, he would see it through.
Dam Ho left Bang Jin Bo behind and stepped into the night.
Alone, Bang Jin Bo gazed for a moment at the Akyang Sword Gate, its flames roaring skyward.
The night sky burned crimson with firelight, so red it seemed blood might drip from the heavens at any moment.
“So Cheong will come back safely.”
Dam Ho had promised it, and so it would be.
Bang Jin Bo considered what he could do and came to a decision.
“He’ll be hungry when he returns. I should prepare a late meal. What does So Cheong like?”
Bang Jin Bo walked toward where the Cooking Stove was kept.
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Cho Yeon Woon was struggling.
His opponent, the Second Yanluo, was a master of fist technique.
Crack! Crack!
Each time the Second Yanluo thrust his fists forward, a thunderous wave of fist qi crashed down upon him.
The Second Yanluo wielded his inner power with fluid precision—channeling fist qi as he attacked, withdrawing it as he retreated—while systematically dismantling every move Cho Yeon Woon made.
It was frightfully efficient mastery of Internal Energy.
Whine-crack!
The Second Yanluo’s fist came hurtling toward Cho Yeon Woon’s head with terrifying speed, as though it would shatter his skull.
The power packed into that strike was no ordinary force. All avenues of escape were sealed.
Cho Yeon Woon crossed his arms to intercept the Second Yanluo’s fist.
Boom!
“Ugh!”
The violent impact sent Cho Yeon Woon’s body sliding backward. Where his feet dragged across the ground, deep furrows were torn into the earth.
“Tch.”
A low chuckle escaped the Second Yanluo’s lips. Cho Yeon Woon recognized it for what it was—mockery.
As if to confirm his suspicion, the Second Yanluo spoke.
“So you’re a disciple of the Baekjeon Sect? Not much to look at.”
At the disparagement toward the Baekjeon Sect, Cho Yeon Woon felt a flare of irritation.
“Ah! That’s infuriating.”

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