Fist Demon of Mount Hua - Chapter 153

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Episode 152. Evil Martial Artist Stains Hua Shan with Blood—Part 2
From the collapsed Green King Hall, a thick plume of grey dust rose into the air.
The sight revealed through the haze was nothing short of horrific.
The bodies of the martial artists who had deployed the Sah Hyeong Geum Hohn Jin lay scattered, shards of shattered chains embedded in their flesh. Dozens had fallen to a single devastating strike of Ban Tan Gang Gi.
“Cough!”
Hwang Gyeong Moon spat blood.
His complexion had turned ashen.
Ban Tan Gang Gi possessed devastating power, but it demanded an equally ruinous expenditure of Internal Energy. It was no simple technique—not one to be wielded while poisoned by both Pae-Hyeol-San and Sanggong Poison.
Yet Hwang Gyeong Moon had no choice.
The price of Ban Tan Gang Gi had drained his Internal Energy completely. He no longer possessed even a shred of strength to fight the poison coursing through him.
“Hhhgh!”
His hands and feet trembled violently.
“Damn!”
“Curse it all. Survived by a hair’s breadth.”
In that moment, martial artists began rising from the ruins around him.
The leadership—Jo Yun San, Yun Chung, and others among them. In their desperation, they had hurled themselves backward with everything they had, barely clinging to life.
They were shaken by Hwang Gyeong Moon’s strength.
They had never imagined, not even in dreams, that he could deploy Ban Tan Gang Gi while poisoned by both Pae-Hyeol-San and Sanggong Poison. It was Martial Prowess beyond comprehension.
Yet Hwang Gyeong Moon’s condition was far from favorable.
“The old tiger has finally lost his fangs.”
Hwang Gyeong Moon could barely remain standing, using his blade as a crutch. Ending his life now would be easier than turning over one’s hand.
Jo Yun San approached with a smile of triumph playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Chief of All Strongholds.”
“You wretch.”
“I trust your years have been arduous. Allow me to grant you a painless final journey.”
At Jo Yun San’s mockery, Hwang Gyeong Moon clenched his teeth.
He tried to draw upon his Internal Energy. But his Dantian had been empty for some time now.
A trickle of dark blood ran down from the corner of his mouth.
Dark blood dripped slowly from his lips.
Jo Yun San raised the Wolf Fang Blade, pointing it at Hwang Gyeong Moon’s throat.
“The daughter you prized so dearly will soon follow you into death. So you need not mourn her loss too deeply. Though naturally, before that, I intend to savor her company quite thoroughly.”
“You?”
“She was always mine. You stole what belonged to me.”
A streak of madness flickered across Jo Yun San’s features.
“I will not rest. I will rend you into ten thousand pieces.”
Hwang Gyeong Moon clenched his teeth and forced himself to rise. But Jo Yun San merely gazed at him with a sneer.
Hwang Gyeong Moon was a tiger without fangs. Even if some strength lingered, it mattered little. There were still many here willing to die for him.
“Your era has ended. Nokrim demands a new hero. And that hero is…….”
“It’s not you.”
A stranger’s voice cut through the moment.
The voice carried no emotion, only a cold that made Jo Yun San’s blood run suddenly chill in his veins.
Jo Yun San spun around. A familiar figure was approaching.
“Are you……?”
It was Dam Ho.
The moment Dam Ho appeared, the air grew ice-cold. The smiles vanished from Jo Yun San’s and Yun Chung’s faces alike.
Jo Yun San spoke.
“What has become of Jwa Sin Chung?”
“What do you think?”
“Surely not……?”
Dam Ho did not answer. At his silence, all color drained from Jo Yun San’s face.
Dam Ho smiled at him.
“It seems you haven’t remembered yet.”
“You…… What grudge could you possibly hold against me……?”
“You’ve lived peacefully all this time, it seems. Or perhaps your memory simply isn’t very sharp.”
Dam Ho moved toward Hwang Gyeong Moon.
Overwhelmed by his presence, Jo Yun San and the others retreated step by step.
Yi Ga Heun’s terror was beyond words. Without thinking, she shuddered violently.
Seeing Dam Ho again, the shame and fear from that day came rushing back, vivid and raw. Her entire body trembled like an aspen in wind.
Yun Chung’s brow furrowed at her reaction.
‘This is not good.’
The countless martial artists gathered in this hall were overwhelmed by Dam Ho’s aura alone. They could not bring their full strength to bear.
Yun Chung’s lips moved silently—he was sending a secret message to someone.
Jo Yun San pressed his blade to Hwang Gyeong Moon’s throat and cried out.
“Step any closer and the Chief of All Strongholds does not leave here alive.”
“You were going to kill him anyway.”
Dam Ho’s reply cut Jo Yun San’s words short.
Bang!
In that instant, Dam Ho’s feet tore into the ground.
His body shot forward like a crossbow bolt, streaking toward Jo Yun San.
“Ugh!”
Jo Yun San did not dare swing the Wolf Fang Blade still pressed against Hwang Gyeong Moon’s throat—instead, he staggered backward in haste.
“Stop him!”
Jo Yun San’s subordinates surged forward to protect their master.
Screech!
Sharp blades and blade energy hurtled toward Dam Ho from all sides.
His body trembled. The Bang Pae technique unfurled.
Ting-ting-ting!
The blades and swords that struck the shield bounced back in unison.
In the same breath, Dam Ho’s palm struck the air—the Dan Gong Byeok technique, sending shockwaves through the very fabric of the wind.
Boom!
“Argh!”
“Huh—!”
Jo Yun San’s men coughed blood from their throats and collapsed.
Beyond the falling bodies, Jo Yun San’s face registered pure shock.
Dam Ho launched himself through the air.
“Damn it all.”
Gwak Sam, Fortress Master of Baekrok Fortress, threw himself forward to intercept Dam Ho.
No matter the situation, Jo Yun San was their anchor. If Jo Yun San fell, today’s rebellion would crumble, and they would have nowhere left to stand in all the land.
“Die, you demon-cursed bastard!”
Gwak Sam swung his blade with every ounce of his strength, blade energy crackling along its edge.
He believed this one strike would at least force Dam Ho to retreat, if not end his life.
‘I only need him to step back once. Then something—anything—will present itself.’
With that thought, he poured his Internal Energy without restraint into the blade.
Zing!
His blade sang with resonant force.
Crack!
But the sound cut short—Dam Ho’s hand had seized the blade mid-strike.
Using the Un Mang Soo technique, Dam Ho caught the blade and tightened his grip. The steel snapped clean in two.
Dam Ho drove the shattered fragment straight into Gwak Sam’s forehead.
Thud!
“Hhhhg—!”
Gwak Sam’s eyes bulged wide as he toppled backward.
“This demon-cursed monster!”
Jo Yun San trembled with rage as he gathered the full measure of his Internal Energy.
Now there was nowhere left to retreat.
If he could not drive Dam Ho back, there was no future ahead of him—only darkness remained.
He poured his Internal Energy into the Wolf Fang Blade.
Whoosh!
Rough blade energy erupted from the weapon in a violent discharge.
For a moment the energy shimmered and wavered; then it solidified into the unmistakable form of a blade. Its length stretched a full half-zhang.
“Dao Gang—!”
“Look! The Fortress Master has unleashed Dao Gang!”
The martial artists of the Black Water Faction who recognized the technique erupted in cheers.
Energy manifestation—the mark of an absolute master. Jo Yun San had been hiding his true strength all along.
Into this single attack, Jo Yun San poured every scrap of Internal Energy he possessed.
His instincts screamed at him.
He must fell Dam Ho in one blow. Fail, and there would never be a second chance.
Whoosh!
The Dao Gang descended like the sky itself splitting in two, bearing down upon Dam Ho.
In that instant, Dam Ho’s form grew blurred. He had raised the Bang Pae once more. And the Dao Gang struck him with its full force.
Crash!
An explosion tore through the air, and Dam Ho’s body lurched with the impact.
Blood sprayed from his shoulder. Muscle split open, exposing raw flesh underneath.
The pain was so searing his mouth fell open, but Dam Ho didn’t make a sound.
He fed his anger with agony as its fuel.
This much pain was nothing.
Dam Ho laughed. The sight of it made Jo Yun San’s fear deepen.
“Hrraaaah!”
In that instant, Dam Ho drove his body forward like a ram into Jo Yun San.
Bang!
Jo Yun San flew backward.
He’d managed to channel his Internal Energy to shield his whole body in that collision, so he escaped without serious injury.
Jo Yun San fought to stay rational, trying to mount a counterattack with cold precision.
That was when Dam Ho’s fist detonated against his hip. The Breaking Star Hammer technique.
Crack!
“Gahhhhh!”
Jo Yun San’s mouth fell open involuntarily.
A pain beyond anything he’d felt before pierced through his entire body. He didn’t need to look to know.
His pelvis had shattered completely.
The numbness below his waist confirmed his suspicion.
As Jo Yun San’s body began to crumble, Dam Ho’s fist drove deep into his ribs.
Snap!
His left ribs burst apart.
“Aaaaaghhh!”
Jo Yun San’s agonized shriek echoed across the Paewang Fortress.
Unable to bear the terrible pain, he collapsed where he stood.
Only then did Dam Ho stop.
Blood flowing from his shoulder had drenched his entire frame red, making him look like a blood demon.
Dam Ho glanced down at his split shoulder. The wound was severe—muscle torn away to expose bone—yet he felt nothing. As if the broken flesh belonged to someone else.
Dam Ho tightened the torn shoulder. The gaping wound began to seal as the muscle contracted, and the flow of blood gradually slowed.
It was Dam Ho’s own method of blood-stopping, accomplished through muscular compression.
“Yo… you?”
Yun Chung stammered at the impossible sight.
Dam Ho didn’t even look at him. His gaze was fixed solely on Jo Yun San.
“Guhhhh!”
Jo Yun San’s face twisted like a demon’s as he endured the agony. Watching him, Dam Ho smiled.
“What a beautiful sight.”
“What grudge could you possibly have against me…?”
“Still can’t remember, can you? I knew you wouldn’t.”
“Who… who are you?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll remember soon enough.”
Dam Ho drew something from his robe.
It was a Jade Bottle, no larger than a child’s fist.
Whisper.
As Dam Ho shook the Jade Bottle, a strange sound escaped from within. Jo Yun San shuddered at once, seized by dread.
He didn’t understand why. His body reacted the moment he heard it.
“I’ve prepared this especially for you.”
“Ughhhh! What is that?”
“Curious?”
Dam Ho’s lips curved upward. By contrast, Jo Yun San’s expression hardened further.
He wanted to run.
He wanted to leave this place even an instant sooner. But his legs wouldn’t obey. His shattered pelvis wouldn’t allow it.
Only then did Jo Yun San truly understand his predicament.
Dam Ho crouched in front of him and locked eyes with him.
Tremble.
Jo Yun San’s body shook.
Dam Ho cracked open the Jade Bottle’s stopper. Something small crawled out from inside.
A creature with six legs and delicate antennae—an ant.
Having been confined for so long, the ant emerged and writhed violently.
Dam Ho placed the ant on Jo Yun San’s cheek.
“What—what?”
“Hell Blood Ants. Vicious little things. Once they bite you, you’ll wish you were dead.”
Snap!
In that instant, one of the Hell Blood Ants latched onto a wound on Jo Yun San’s cheek.
“Ugh!”
Jo Yun San’s body convulsed. The bite swelled immediately, and an unbearable itch blazed across his skin.
Dam Ho twisted the cap of the Jade Bottle open a fraction wider. Dozens more Hell Blood Ants crawled free and swarmed onto Jo Yun San’s body.
“No, stop!”
Jo Yun San’s eyes flew wide.
Dozens of Hell Blood Ants descended on him all at once, biting every exposed inch.
“Ahhhhh!”
Jo Yun San thrashed, wracked by an unbearable itch and pain beyond words.
Dam Ho stared down at him coldly.
“That scar on your cheek—I gave it to you. Twenty years ago.”
“You—you mean…?”
Only then did Jo Yun San’s memory surface. Dam Ho.

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