Fist Demon of Mount Hua - Chapter 115

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Episode 114. A reunion after so long, yet my heart feels nothing like it once did—2
Screech!
Geum Ma Lion’s body skidded backward a dozen paces or more.
The entire Golden Mask was webbed with hairline fractures, as though it might shatter any moment.
Geum Ma Lion’s complexion beneath the mask drained of all color.
In that critical instant, he thought he’d slipped Dam Ho’s attack. Or so he’d believed.
But the Internal Energy woven into Dam Ho’s fist was truly terrifying, dealing a catastrophic impact against the Golden Mask that shrouded his face.
His head rang from it, and tinnitus tormented his eardrums.
This had never happened before.
Whish!
In that span, Dam Ho’s second and third strikes came slicing through in succession.
Not a word spoken.
No warning whatsoever.
From the moment Dam Ho recognized him as an enemy, he moved with the sole intent to annihilate Geum Ma Lion.
A wave technique unfurled.
Bang!
Geum Ma Lion’s body was helplessly driven backward.
He couldn’t muster the courage to unleash an Energy Blast. To do so required drawing up his Internal Energy.
Against a master of that caliber, a single breath would suffice—but Dam Ho granted him no such mercy, pressing forward relentlessly.
Shrieeek!
Dam Ho’s leg carved a strange arc through the air as it fell.
It was the Tan Ma Gak.
Bang!
Geum Ma Lion crossed both arms to block Dam Ho’s strike.
“Ugh!”
One knee buckled and his waist bent.
Dam Ho’s body spun in place, and his leg extended once more like a whip.
It was the Blood Heaven Kick—the exclusive Supreme Technique of Woo Gyeong Pae, the Iron-Blooded Tyrant Demon who had dominated a generation one hundred twenty years ago with his footwork alone.
Bang!
Geum Ma Lion’s head snapped backward.
The shattered fragments of the Golden Mask scattered in all directions. Had he not turned his head at the last instant, his skull would have been caved in.
Tangled strands of hair fell across his face.
Dam Ho’s foot came down on him once more.
The Tan Ma Gak.
Dam Ho alternated between the Tan Ma Gak and the Blood Heaven Kick.
Against Dam Ho’s storm-like barrage of attacks, Geum Ma Lion found no opening for a counterattack and was driven steadily backward.
“Geum Ma Lion.”
Unable to watch further, Il Yeom Ra stepped in to aid Geum Ma Lion.
Bang!
A fist he hurled struck Dam Ho squarely in the back.
Taking the unexpected blow, Dam Ho coughed blood—yet even as the shock reverberated through his organs, his eyes didn’t flicker once.
Whoosh!
Dam Ho’s counterattack toward Il Yeom Ra followed immediately.
A fist extending like a whip—the Dan Yang Strike struck Il Yeom Ra’s shoulder with explosive force.
Crack!
“Ugh!”
Il Yeom Ra staggered and fell back.
In that moment, the air rippled.
Dam Ho instinctively bent low at the waist.
Whoosh-crack!
A wave of scorching energy grazed past his back. Geum Ma Lion’s Energy Blast had just missed him.
“Exhale—”
A breath of relief escaped Geum Ma Lion’s lips.
Il Yeom Ra had bought him the crucial moment needed to gather enough composure to release an Energy Blast.
Yet beneath the tangled hair, the expression visible on his face was far from reassured.
His blood ran cold.
His heart still pounded violently in his chest.
Dam Ho’s assault had so vastly exceeded his expectations that it left him reeling.
He felt Dam Ho’s Killing Intent radiating outward like scalding heat.
Deep within those eyes lay a terrible Killing Intent directed squarely at him—Dam Ho had marked him as one who must be killed.
A pure monster, armed with a vengeful heart that would never forgive anyone who touched him, and ruthless violence to match.
And such a creature stood before him now.
A chill ran through him.
Goosebumps erupted across his entire body.
‘Is there truly such a being in all the world?’
In that instant, Dam Ho rushed toward him.
He had no use for negotiation or words.
They had struck first. So he would simply return the favor in kind.
What Geum Ma Lion was, or why he had come to this place—Dam Ho had no curiosity about such things.
There was only one thought in his mind.
‘Kill.’
A terrible killing intent erupted from Dam Ho’s body, seizing the entire area.
Geum Ma Lion unleashed an Energy Blast in rapid succession. But Dam Ho evaded each one by the narrowest margin.
And he never slowed his approach.
A mere brush with an Energy Blast could cost a man his life.
Anyone facing such an assault would instinctively shrink back. Had not even Qingxu Zhenren of the Wudang Sect refused to draw Sword Energy without straining himself beyond reason?
Energy Blast could only be met with Energy Blast.
It was the ancient wisdom of the Jianghu, an immutable truth passed down through generations. Those who faced such power trembled with fear, and without knowing it, they would falter and weaken.
But Dam Ho was not bound by such conventional wisdom of the Jianghu.
Dam Ho believed in himself.
In his martial arts. In his body, honed to its absolute limit.
His focus rose to its peak.
A sharp whistle cut through the air.
Once more, Geum Ma Lion released an Energy Blast that came flying at him.
Thin and whip-like in form, it aimed straight for Dam Ho’s chest.
There was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to evade.
And Dam Ho had no intention of evading.
The internal energy accumulated through Dark Soul Heart Cultivation converged into his fist. In an instant, a silvery aura bloomed around it.
The Silver Net Hand had been activated.
Dam Ho threw his fist forward without hesitation.
The impact thundered.
The Energy Blast shattered against his fist and dispersed, while Dam Ho’s body was violently shaken.
Blood streamed from his nose and mouth.
He had deflected the Energy Blast, but at great internal cost. Yet Dam Ho did not stop.
He looked like a vengeful spirit, terrible and merciless.
A flicker of doubt crossed Geum Ma Lion’s eyes.
He had faced countless martial masters, but never one of Dam Ho’s type.
“Tch!”
Geum Ma Lion retreated backward.
The Blood Ghosts filled the space he left behind.
“Get out of the way!”
Of course they did not yield. They clung to Dam Ho with stubborn ferocity.
In that moment, Geum Ma Lion and the other assassins slipped away behind them.
Geum Ma Lion called out urgently.
“Retreat.”
“But——”
“Our purpose has been achieved.”
Geum Ma Lion glanced subtly toward Qingxu Zhenren and the others.
They stood entranced, watching the battle between Dam Ho and the Blood Ghosts unfold. With this much displayed, surely no doubt would linger in their minds.
‘To possess such martial prowess… Could there be a connection to the Four Divine Immortals?’
Geum Ma Lion trembled slightly, recalling the ancient legend long since forgotten. If his suspicion were true, it was something that could not be overlooked.
Geum Ma Lion and the assassins launched themselves into motion.
Those not engaged with Dam Ho and the Blood Ghosts followed them, slipping out through the Akyang Gate.
But Qingxu Zhenren and the righteous martial artists who should have blocked them were too transfixed by the battle to move.
A series of deafening crashes erupted.
The Blood Ghosts surrounding Dam Ho burst apart one after another like fireworks.
Flesh scattered, shattered bone fragments flew in all directions. As viscera rained down like a grotesque storm, several of the spectators could no longer hold back their retching.
“Bleaaargh!”
“That… that’s not human.”

The scene of unspeakable carnage unfolded before his eyes.
The Blood Lotus Ghosts, who had been slaughtering the righteous martial artists, now lay scattered across the ground in grotesque heaps.
All of it—every bit of it—had been wrought by Dam Ho alone.
Standing astride the corpses of his enemies, bathed in their blood, Dam Ho resembled Death itself.
Dam Ho’s gaze tracked in the direction where Geum Ma Lion and the others had vanished.
Though he had slain countless Blood Lotus Ghosts, his killing intent had yet to subside.
The assembled martial artists were overwhelmed, rendered speechless by the sight of him.
A suffocating silence settled over the compound.
Myeong Gyeong, who had been watching Dam Ho, suddenly looked down at his own palms.
His fists were flushed crimson from gripping so hard, and his palms were slick with sweat.
His body trembled without his knowledge.
Since becoming a disciple of Hyun Gyeom, Myeong Gyeong had believed himself fearless of anyone—yet before this monster before him, he felt a dread he could not explain.
He smelled blood on him.
Whether it came merely from bathing in his enemies’ blood, or whether it emanated from him naturally, the reek of iron assaulted his senses.
‘I’m not in a position to do anything about this.’
Myeong Gyeong’s shoulders trembled faintly, as did those of all the others present.
All of them had lost their words before Dam Ho’s overwhelming presence.
Then it happened.
“Ah… you there.”
Eun So Cheong broke the silence.
Only then did Dam Ho let his killing intent fade.
Dam Ho walked toward Eun So Cheong.
One foot planted firmly, the other dragging behind.
Only then did the observers recognize that he was lame.
The epithet that rose in their minds.
“The Blood Saint of Divine Might.”
“The… Geum Ma. He must be the Geum Ma.”
The most frequently heard epithet since entering Hunan Province.
They had not fully believed the rumors. No—they could not have believed them.
Rumors were always exaggerated and enlarged.
Most had thought that no matter how strong Dam Ho was, he could only be a late-stage master. But now they knew otherwise.
If anything, the rumors had understated Dam Ho’s terror by half. The terror they witnessed directly transcended imagination. Only those who had seen him with their own eyes could truly comprehend his dread.
While all were overwhelmed by Dam Ho’s presence, unable even to breathe heavily, the Zhenren Cheong Heo stepped forward.
“I…”
But someone spoke before him.
“Tian… Jing.”
It was Han So Yoo.
Her eyes were quivering.
“It is Tian Jing, isn’t it?”
Han So Yoo stepped forward.
“So Yoo!”
Hyun Mu tried to stop her.
He could not fathom why she was doing this.
‘Tian Jing? Didn’t he die long ago?’
It was a name that had stirred much talk within the Hua Shan Sect.
The lame disciple taken in by Hyun So.
The leadership of the Hua Shan Sect could not accept such a cripple, and they had cast him out.
Tian Jing was a first-generation disciple of the Hua Shan Sect, yet he had received no proper treatment—only contempt and rejection.
But he was dead. Twelve years ago.
Was that not why the grief-stricken Hyun So had chosen seclusion?
‘But Tian Jing is alive?’
That terrifying monster before them was Tian Jing? Hyun Mu assumed Han So Yoo must be mistaken.
‘No. She must be seeing things.’
The same thought occurred to Won Yul, a second-generation disciple of the Hua Shan Sect.
“Tian Jing as Uncle? That’s impossible.”
He too knew of Tian Jing.
He had met him several times on errands and even spoken with him. He knew his face well.
The Tian Jing he knew was not tyrannical like this, nor did he radiate such a terrible aura.
“It can’t be. It can’t…”
Then Dam Ho’s mouth opened.
“It’s… been a while, haven’t it, Captain.”
The moment that rough, guttural voice echoed through the hall, the disciples of Hua Shan Sect staggered backward.
“Ah!”
The dead had returned to life.

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