Fist Demon of Mount Hua - Chapter 130

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Chapter 130. The Threads of Enmity Grow Ever More Twisted—1
Muk Il Gwang staggered as though he might collapse at any moment. But he managed to stay on his feet, using a single Axe as a crutch.
“The bastard’s taken a heavy blow. Don’t waste this chance—press the attack!”
At Namgoong Su’s cry, the martial artists surged forward again.
“Il Gwang!”
Hwang Hye Ryeong rushed toward Muk Il Gwang, but too many enemies blocked her path.
She swung her blade in ceaseless arcs. Yet her opponents were no ordinary martial artists—they were elite warriors handpicked by the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Clans. Their Martial Prowess matched her own perfectly.
Evenly matched in strength, but overwhelmingly outnumbered. Hwang Hye Ryeong found herself steadily forced into a corner.
“Miss!”
Muk Il Gwang caught sight of her peril and let out a sharp cry.
He straightened his spine by sheer force and began whirling both axes like windmills.
Whoosh!
Raw Energy roiled outward, sweeping across the area in a vortex.
Whirlwind Violent Slash.
It was the highest Supreme Technique of the Blood Heaven Axe Method he had mastered.
Clang-clang-clang!
“Ugh!”
“Hah!”
Weapons struck the axes with the screech of metal on metal, and the martial artists cried out in sharp pain. But mercifully, none fell dead or grievously wounded.
Though the Supreme Technique held power enough to shatter massive stone, his Internal Energy was depleting, and injuries from Namgoong Su’s ambush robbed him of his full strength.
“Drive him down.”
Namgoong Su urged his fighters onward.
The Murim Alliance warriors, who had lost many companions to Muk Il Gwang, surged with killing intent. They threw themselves at him without restraint.
Clang!
“Aaaaahhh!”
The clash of blades and fierce battle cries echoed across the field.
Muk Il Gwang poured every ounce of his being into the Blood Heaven Axe Method. Yet the enemies kept coming, and wounds bloomed across his entire body.
“Huff… huff!”
His heart felt as though it would burst from his chest.
His eyes were bloodshot, the whites threaded with burst capillaries, blood beading at the corners.
“Wheeze… Miss.”
Muk Il Gwang lifted his head to look at Hwang Hye Ryeong. Still too many enemies stood between them.
Slice!
A long gash opened across Hwang Hye Ryeong’s shoulder.
At the sight of her stumbling, Muk Il Gwang squeezed his eyes shut.
‘Miss!’
She was everything to him. He had become the Dragon Ascent Stand to protect her, and he was happy—so very happy—to stand at her side.
He saw tears glinting in her beautiful eyes. How he wished he could reach out his hands and wipe them away for her…
Muk Il Gwang bit down on his lip until blood came.
His grip on the axes tightened. Every muscle in his body swelled and bulged; thick sinews stood out like earthworms beneath his skin.
At the sight of such extraordinary momentum, Namgoong Su cried out.
“Everyone, be careful!”
“Krraaaagh!”
In that moment, Muk Il Gwang bellowed and hurled himself at the martial artists attacking Hwang Hye Ryeong.
Shhhwooosh!
A savage Energy Wave poured from his axes, sweeping through everything around him.
“Ack!”
“Aaahhh!”
The martial artists caught in the Energy Wave were split in two with ghastly screams.
“Il… Gwang.”
Hwang Hye Ryeong’s brow trembled.
She knew. She understood that this impossible display of Martial Prowess could not be sustained in his normal state.
Muk Il Gwang was reverse-flowing his Internal Energy, detonating it from within. He could unleash power many times greater than his standard capacity, but once that brief window closed, he would face either catastrophic backlash—or death itself.
Muk Il Gwang was gambling with his very life, wielding the Reverse Blood Great Method.
Crack-crack-crack!
With a bone-chilling series of sounds, countless martial artists fell.
With the Reverse Blood Great Method sustaining him, Muk Il Gwang barely reached Hwang Hye Ryeong’s side.
“Miss! Are you all right?”
“Why did you do that? The Reverse Blood Great Method is—”
“Protecting you, Miss, is this man’s only wish. My own life means nothing to me.”
“Il Gwang!”
“Climb onto my back, miss.”
Muk Il Gwang turned around.
His broad back was visible, but Hwang Hye Ryeong hesitated to mount it. She knew that if she did, it would only burden him further.
Muk Il Gwang urged her on.
“There’s no time, miss.”
In the end, Hwang Hye Ryeong had no choice but to climb onto his back.
Muk Il Gwang tore off a long strip of his sleeve and wound it tightly around both of them. In that moment, they became bound to a common fate.
“Hold on tight, miss.”
“Yes!”
At the sound of Hwang Hye Ryeong’s reply, a look of grim resolve settled across Muk Il Gwang’s face.
‘I will save her. Even if it costs me my life.’
His resolve hardened. Now there was only action left.
Muk Il Gwang hurled himself toward the outskirts of Akyang.
Naturally, the martial artists of the Murim Alliance moved to block his path, their eyes burning with venom.
No one present was capable of rational thought. They had forgotten even the fact that they needed to capture Hwang Hye Ryeong alive, attacking with all their might.
“Arrgh!”
Muk Il Gwang let out a primal cry, wielding his twin Axes. Clinging to his back like a cicada, Hwang Hye Ryeong squeezed her eyes shut.
Through his back, she felt the violent pounding of his heart.
Thump-thump! Thump-thump!
In that hellish landscape, the sound of his heartbeat became her only solace.
……
Suddenly, Hwang Hye Ryeong flinched.
Not from a wound. Something else—a strange sense of déjà vu.
A feeling of reassurance and atmosphere that seemed somehow familiar, as if she had known it before.
It troubled her.
She had been born and raised at Pae Wang Chae. Though she had ventured down the mountain a few times to see the world, she had never truly faced danger before—not once. So how could she have experienced anything like this?
‘It must be my imagination.’
Hwang Hye Ryeong shook her head.
Whoosh!
In that instant, Muk Il Gwang’s body lurched sharply upward. He had unleashed his Lightness Skill, launching himself through the air.
Breaking through the encirclement in a heartbeat, he dashed forward without stopping.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth—dark, congealed blood. It was a sign that the Reverse Blood Great Method had reached its limit.
‘If I can just get past this place…’
Muk Il Gwang poured everything into his Lightness Skill.
His body slipped free from the battlefield in an instant. It seemed his escape would succeed.
Bang!
“Ugh!”
With a thunderous crash, as if he had struck an invisible wall, Muk Il Gwang’s body was hurled backward.
He crashed to the ground, rolling, and Hwang Hye Ryeong tumbled from his back.
“Nngh!”
“Hck!”
Both gasped out stifled cries of pain.
“Tsk! I almost let you slip away.”
Standing in the spot where they had been hurled back was an old martial artist whose striking white hair caught the eye.
At his appearance, the martial artists of the Murim Alliance exclaimed with relief.
“Cheong Gu True Man.”
The old white-haired martial artist was Cheong Gu True Man, an elder of the Cheong Sung Sect.
The Cheong Sung Sect had only recently arrived in Akyang. Because of this, their martial artists burned with zealous determination.
Cheong Gu True Man held an important position within the Cheong Sung Sect. Not only was his martial prowess formidable, but he harbored such hatred for evil that it made him tremble with rage.
He showed no mercy when facing demons, and would not rest until he had brought them to justice—such was Cheong Gu True Man.
It was fitting enough that a Daoist martial artist like him bore the epithet ‘Divine Demon-Slayer.’
The moment he heard that Hwang Hye Ryeong was in Akyang, he did not hesitate to pursue her, and he had managed to cut off Muk Il Gwang’s escape route at precisely the right moment.
Cheong Gu True Man’s gaze swept the surroundings, radiating a coldness sharp as frost.
“Tsk, tsk! What is this shambles? Mere bandits causing such trouble?”
“My apologies, True Man. But their resistance was fiercer than expected…….”
It was Namgoong Su who stepped forward to answer. At his words of apology, Cheong Gu True Man’s expression softened slightly.
“Is this girl truly Hwang Gyeong Moon’s daughter?”
“Yes, she is.”
“Excellent.”
A thin smile crossed Cheong Gu True Man’s lips.
He was a master well-known throughout the Sichuan region. Yet in all his years, he had suffered humiliation only once—at the hands of Hwang Gyeong Moon.
They had fought before Hwang Gyeong Moon gained his current fame, and the result had been Cheong Gu True Man’s crushing defeat. Since that day, he had never forgotten the shame.
Cheong Gu True Man had longed to test himself against Hwang Gyeong Moon again, but Hwang Gyeong Moon refused to fight him a second time.
What mattered to him was the safety of Nok Rim, not personal glory.
‘If I seize this woman and threaten her, Hwang Gyeong Moon won’t be able to refuse me a fight any longer.’
Cheong Gu True Man advanced toward Hwang Hye Ryeong.
Muk Il Gwang clenched his teeth and moved to block him. Muk Il Gwang was already as good as a corpse. It was miraculous that he yet lived despite such wounds.
“Ugh! I… I won’t let you touch her.”
Muk Il Gwang’s legs trembled violently.
His internal energy was already depleted.
The aftereffects of the Reverse Blood Great Method had severed his heart channels and twisted his qi-blood so badly that standing upright was agony.
Yet Muk Il Gwang forced himself to remain standing, using his two axes as crutches. At the sight of him, Cheong Gu True Man let out a scoff.
“Hah! Your resolve has some merit, I’ll grant you that. But without the strength to back it, it means nothing.”
Cheong Gu True Man extended his fist lightly toward Muk Il Gwang.
Crash!
“Gasp!”
In an instant, Muk Il Gwang’s massive frame was hurled backward with a thunderous boom.
Circulating Blood Fist.
Among the countless supreme techniques of the Cheong Sung Sect, this fist art ranked confidently among the highest. Once perfected, it wielded tremendous power, but it required immense time and effort to manifest properly—so few within the sect even attempted to learn it.
Cheong Gu True Man deployed the Circulating Blood Fist with casual ease. It was proof he had reached mastery.
“Lie there. I’ll deal with you separately.”
Crack!
Cheong Gu True Man’s foot pressed down on Muk Il Gwang’s arm. With a sickening snap, the bones broke.
“I won’t let you touch her.”
With his remaining arm, Muk Il Gwang seized Cheong Gu True Man’s left ankle. A chill flashed through the True Man’s eyes.
“You’re like a stubborn insect, clinging so persistently.”
Thud!
His right leg drove hard into Muk Il Gwang’s chest.
“Cough!”
Muk Il Gwang collapsed, blood spraying from his mouth.
It appeared to be a mere casual kick, but within it lay the subtle mysteries of Penetrating Essence. What little qi-blood Muk Il Gwang had left—already grievously damaged—was crushed beyond any hope of recovery.
“Il Gwang!”
Hwang Hye Ryeong let out a desperate cry.
She crawled toward Muk Il Gwang, but before she could reach him, Cheong Gu True Man blocked her path.
“So you’re Hwang Gyeong Moon’s daughter.”
Cheong Gu True Man grabbed Hwang Hye Ryeong by the throat and lifted her. Her face flushed crimson as she choked.
“Gasp! Gasp!”
She thrashed, but Cheong Gu True Man remained unmoved.
“I’m keeping you alive not out of mercy. It’s to draw out your father, Hwang Gyeong Moon. I’ll tear him to shreds before your eyes.”
“Ugh!”
“If Nok Rim were confined to itself, that would be one thing. But what gives it the right to cause chaos in the domain of the Murim Alliance?”
“Hiss! Ptui!”
Hwang Hye Ryeong spat blood-tinged saliva onto Cheong Gu True Man’s face. It trickled down his cheek.
Rage blazed across his features in an instant.
His palm struck her cheek.
Whack!
“Ah!”
Her cheek swelled instantly.
Unsatisfied, Cheong Gu True Man raised his hand to strike her again.
This time internal energy was gathered in his palm. If it connected, it wouldn’t merely break teeth or tear flesh.
‘As long as there’s still a breath of life left, what does it matter?’
Such was Cheong Gu True Man’s thought.
Just as he prepared to deliver the blow—
Boom!
A sudden tremor rippled across the battlefield.

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