Fist Demon of Mount Hua - Chapter 152

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Chapter 151. An Evil Martial Artist Stains Hwang Shan in Blood—Part 1
Dam Ho approached, and his silhouette came into view.
His distinctive syncopated gait seized at the hearts of those watching. Every nerve in their bodies crawled as if hundreds of ants were scurrying across their skin of their own accord.
Their eyelids twitched involuntarily, and their vision blurred. As they desperately drew up their Internal Energy to calm the churning Qi and blood, a tremendous pressure crashed down upon their entire frames.
Bang!
Jong O’s body, crushed as if struck by a boulder rolling down from the mountain’s peak, was hurled through the air.
Unable to withstand the staggering pressure, every capillary in both of his eyes burst, and blood spilled from his seven orifices—the sight was ghastly beyond measure. Yet the martial artists of Deung Ryong Dae had no luxury to grieve for Jong O’s death.
Dam Ho was already moving toward his next victim.
“Damn it!”
“Attack! He’s nothing but a cripple!”
Their weapons tore through the air, flying toward Dam Ho.
Dam Ho did not dodge their assault. Instead, he threw himself forward defenseless.
Ting! Ting! Ting!
The moment the sharp blade touched Dam Ho’s body, it bounced away in all directions. The Gold Structure Technique had been deployed.
“Gasp!”
The Deung Ryong Dae martial artist standing in the trajectory of the blade that had ricocheted off Dam Ho’s body gasped in shock. It was the last reaction he would ever show in his lifetime.
Bang!
With a deafening explosion, his head burst like a ripe gourd.
Grayish-white brain matter and fresh blood splattered across the faces of the Deung Ryong Dae warriors.
“Urgh!”
Several martial artists instinctively shut their eyes. One among them suddenly felt a crushing pressure around his throat—Dam Ho’s hand had coiled around it.
The moment he tried to open his eyes in shock, his head twisted with a sharp crack.
Crunch!
The sickening sound of bones snapping echoed through the air. The corpse hung there, tongue lolled out grotesquely, and sent a shockwave of horror through the watching crowd.
Dam Ho was not hurried.
He simply advanced toward them with that distinctive syncopated stride, and with each step he took, one of their companions fell dead.
Some had their bodies crushed to pulp, others had their necks broken.
The causes of death varied, yet all of them shared a common trait: gruesome, terrible ends. The sight of these deaths stirred overwhelming terror in the hearts of those still living.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
“We—we have to run!”
In that moment, a single word filled the minds of everyone present.
Impossible to Oppose.
A being that could never be resisted.
At least to those gathered here, Dam Ho had become imprinted as the very embodiment of that terror.
The surviving Deung Ryong Dae martial artists scattered in all directions, abandoning their weapons. Only one person remained: Yu Gwang Cheon, the Master of Deung Ryong Dae.
“Hhhhh—”
He shuddered as he looked upon Dam Ho.
Every instinct screamed at him to flee as well. But he could not.
The others were merely underlings, but he was the Master. He had nowhere to retreat to, nowhere to return to.
Whether he lived or died, his fate would be decided here.
“You too are ultimately nothing but flesh and blood.”
Whoosh!
Yu Gwang Cheon raised his sword in desperate fury.
A crimson glow gathered along his blade, and immediately it released an intense wave of heat.
The Flame Fire Quiet Extinguish form.
It was the most powerful move Yu Gwang Cheon could currently unleash.
“Die! You monster!”
Yu Gwang Cheon swung his sword with all his strength toward Dam Ho.
Whoooosh!
A fierce Sword Qi accompanied by blazing heat came hurtling toward Dam Ho. The very air seemed to warp from the force of the attack.
Dam Ho did not dodge. Instead, he bent low at the waist and rushed straight into Yu Gwang Cheon’s guard.
Schrrip!
Yu Gwang Cheon’s blade raked across Dam Ho’s back as he passed. His robes split open, leaving a long gash.
But Dam Ho did not blink.
It was merely a wound to skin and cloth. The vital muscles beneath remained entirely unharmed, which meant his martial arts would suffer no impediment whatsoever.
His fist exploded against Yu Gwang Cheon’s abdomen.
Boom!
“Khhhhgh!”
Yu Gwang Cheon’s body convulsed violently.
Though the fist had struck his abdomen, it was his back that ruptured. A powerful Internal Force Wave had pierced through his belly and erupted from his spine.
Yu Gwang Cheon’s pupils trembled as though struck by an earthquake. Dead blood dribbled from his lips in thick, sluggish streams.
“Ggggh!”
A grotesque, gasping sound tore from between his lips.
Dam Ho seized the collapsing Yu Gwang Cheon by the throat and wrenched him upright.
In the depthless black of Dam Ho’s eyes, Yu Gwang Cheon’s terrified face was reflected back at him.
“You… you?”
Yu Gwang Cheon reached out, flailing. But before his hand could touch Dam Ho’s face, his body was hurled savagely to the ground.
He landed at the feet of Muk Il Gwang.
“P-please. Save me, Il Gwang.”
He pleaded with Muk Il Gwang.
At the sight of such utter degradation, Muk Il Gwang exhaled softly. The domineering Yu Gwang Cheon of moments before had vanished entirely—only a man groveling for his life remained.
Muk Il Gwang raised his axe.
“Try to die like a man, at least.”
“B-but we were friends.”
“We were. Until a moment ago.”
“Damn you! You bastard. Have you forgotten everything we shared?”
“Yes. I’ve forgotten it all.”
Shwing!
In a single stroke, Muk Il Gwang’s axe cleaved the air. Yu Gwang Cheon’s head split in two, and blood sprayed in all directions.
Such was the end of Yu Gwang Cheon, Master of the Deung Ryong Dae.
“Urgh!”
Muk Il Gwang staggered.
He had poured his last strength into killing Yu Gwang Cheon, but the wounds he had sustained were far from light.
“Are you all right?”
“I am fine, miss.”
Muk Il Gwang answered while scanning the surroundings. Yet Dam Ho was nowhere to be seen.
‘Brother.’
“Haah! Haah!”
Hwang Gyeong Mun exhaled ragged breath. His shoulders heaved heavily with each gasp.
The hall was so saturated with the stench of death that no depiction of Asura Hell Realm could have conveyed it better.
Dozens of martial artists lay as corpses at Hwang Gyeong Mun’s feet. The blood flowing from their bodies pooled in crimson puddles on the floor.
Hwang Gyeong Mun straightened his waist and spoke.
“Is that all? Not even worth a warm-up.”
An aura befitting his epithet of Tyrant King Saber radiated from him. The elite fighters of the Paewang Chae surrounding him began to waver.
At that moment, Jo Yoon San cried out.
“Do not fear! It is mere bluster. The old man poisoned with Lung Blood Toxin and Mountain Attack Poison makes his final struggle.”
“Mere bluster, you say? Perhaps. But I, Hwang Gyeong Mun, am not yet dead.”
Hwang Gyeong Mun hurled himself toward the direction where Jo Yoon San stood.
The fighters of the Paewang Chae moved to block his path.
“Step aside!”
“We cannot allow it. Face death with grace, Master of the Paewang Chae.”
“Then I have no choice but to cut through you.”
Hwang Gyeong Mun infused his blade with Nae Gong and swung it.
Whoosh!
The devastating Saber Qi claimed the lives of two fighters.
Hwang Gyeong Mun’s pupils shook.
It was almost unbelievable that he should kill with his own hands the elite of the Paewang Chae he had nurtured.
‘Where did it all go wrong?’
He had thought that after decades together, he shared with them a bond deeper than blood. That such accumulated trust could crumble in a single moment of desire was a truth he struggled to accept.
Hwang Gyeong Mun’s gaze turned toward Yoon Chung.
Yoon Chung, the second-in-command of the Paewang Chae and sworn brother to Hwang Gyeong Mun, stared back at him unflinchingly.
‘What have you done to the Paewang Chae? Chung?’
Even now, he could not accept the fact of Yoon Chung’s betrayal.
Thunk!
Lost in thought for a moment, he allowed a blade to strike his back.
“Urgh!”
Turning his head, he saw O Jong Sam, Master of the Geum Ho Chae, grinning wickedly.
“How does it taste, Master?”
“You?”
“Even a tiger can fall to wolves in the Jianghu, can it not? Hehehehe!”
“Precisely! That’s what Jianghu truly is. But there’s one thing you don’t know.”
“What is it?”
“I’m a tiger, yes. But you—you’re no wolf.”
“What?”
Whoosh!
In that instant, Hwang Gyeong Mun’s Tyrant King Saber cleaved through O Jong Sam.
The smile vanished from O Jong Sam’s face. Hwang Gyeong Mun kicked the severed halves and muttered darkly.
“You’re a dog. A filthy cur that feeds on refuse.”
Thud.
The two pieces of O Jong Sam’s body fell lifelessly to the ground.
Hwang Gyeong Mun was not yet finished.
The epithet “Tyrant King Saber” had not been earned lightly.
Though he was poisoned by Lung Blood Toxin and his Nae Gong was being depleted by Mountain Attack Poison, Hwang Gyeong Mun remained formidable.
Crack!
Hwang Gyeong Mun drove off the earth and charged toward Jo Yoon San.
‘This entire catastrophe—Jo Yoon San is its root. That monster must die by my hand.’
Jo Yoon San’s face went pale as Hwang Gyeong Mun bore down on him with overwhelming ferocity, and he stumbled backward.
In pure martial prowess, Jo Yoon San was no match for Hwang Gyeong Mun. None in this hall could stand against him. Yet battles are not always decided by direct confrontation alone.
“Now!”
Jo Yoon San’s voice rang out sharply.
Whish!
Dozens of short spears pierced through the windows, each trailing a glimmering silver chain at its tip.
Had he continued to swing the Tyrant King Saber, he could have inflicted grievous wounds on Jo Yoon San—but his own life would hang in the balance.
Hwang Gyeong Mun swept his blade and knocked the spears aside.
The dozens of shafts lost their momentum and clattered to the floor. But as the martial artists gripping the chain ends yanked them, the spears stirred to life again like serpents, attacking anew.
Clang-clang-clang!
Dozens of chains crossed and wove around Hwang Gyeong Mun.
He found himself trapped in a cage of chains. Whichever way he turned, nothing met his eyes but silvery links.
The chains coiled and constricted around him with the swiftness of a python.
“The Snake Form Soul-Sealing Formation—prepared for this very day.”
A victor’s smile bloomed on Jo Yoon San’s lips.
The Snake Form Soul-Sealing Formation was a singular Formation Technique designed to ensnare masters of Hwang Gyeong Mun’s caliber.
The chains attached to the short spears had been tempered through special methods; even the greatest masters could not sever them easily.
Jo Yoon San had selected the finest of Heuk Su Chae’s fighters and drilled them in this one Formation Technique for years. Through such dedication, their mastery had reached perfection.
Hwang Gyeong Mun stood motionless amid the chains—a figure that seemed utterly resigned to fate.
The martial artists lying in wait outside the windows burst through. Each wielded a long spear more than a meter in length.
“Strike!”
At Jo Yoon San’s command, his subordinates thrust the long spears through the gaps in the chains. There was no space left for Hwang Gyeong Mun to escape.
‘We have him.’
Jo Yoon San exulted.
Years of preparation had led to this moment.
With Hwang Gyeong Mun subdued, taking control of Nok Rim would be a simple matter.
Joy welled up in his chest—
Boom!
Suddenly, a brilliant burst of light erupted from Hwang Gyeong Mun’s center.
Every eye in Nok Wang Hall flew wide.
“Th-the Rebound Rigid Qi?”
Crack-crack-crash!
In an instant, everything shattered.
Nok Wang Hall itself. The chains that had bound Hwang Gyeong Mun.
Fragments of chain scattered in all directions, and silver energy surged through every soul within the hall.
“Gasp!”
Boom-boom-boom!
The great Nok Wang Hall collapsed.

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