Fist Demon of Mount Hua - Chapter 159

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Episode 158. When Rain Falls on Troubled Times, the Hidden Dragon Stirs—Part 2
Eum Yu Gyeong drew a ragged breath.
Her once-pristine garments hung askew, and her face flushed crimson with exertion. The mask she had worn lay discarded long ago. Twigs and fallen leaves clung to her hair and shoulders from her passage through the undergrowth.
The moment she escaped Jang Gyeong Hall, the monks of Shaolin had given chase. They pursued with relentless determination.
She had eluded them several times through cunning and wit, but before descending even halfway down Sung San, a clash became unavoidable.
The Shaolin monks were formidably skilled. While none matched her individual prowess, their combined strength was enough to press her into a corner.
Had she possessed the blade she’d left at the mountain gate, her escape would have been swifter. But fighting bare-handed against so many consumed precious time.
In those moments, Sung San became encircled—a net of pursuit closing around the entire mountain. The window she needed had slipped away.
“I cannot afford to waste another moment.”
She was preparing to move again when—
“Amitabha Buddha!”
With a thunderous chant, a company of monks blocked her path.
At their head was an elderly monk bearing nine seal marks upon his crown, flanked by nearly a hundred younger monks. Among them stood So Cheon.
The old monk stepped forward.
“Amitabha Buddha! Who are you, and from whence do you come? Shaolin is no marketplace where one enters on a whim and departs as one pleases.”
The monk’s chant bore the name of Gwang Moon, the Abbot of Nahan Hall. Behind him stood the most formidable warriors of that hall.
With every passing moment, the disadvantage fell squarely upon Eum Yu Gyeong.
‘There is no choice. I must overwhelm them with full force and escape this place.’
Her resolve hardened, Eum Yu Gyeong launched herself into the air.
Frost-sharp killing intent radiated from her entire being.
Gwang Moon’s expression turned rigid.
“Demonic Qi? A member of the Demon Cult?”
He was a monk of profound cultivation. Of course he would be sensitive to such presence.
“The Demon Cult?”
“Amitabha! A demon cultist has infiltrated Shaolin itself.”
Rage flashed across the monks’ faces.
In that instant, Gwang Moon cried out:
“Deploy the 108 Arhat Formation! Suppress the demon woman!”
Without hesitation, the monks unleashed the 108 Arhat Formation against her. It was the supreme formation of ancient times, renowned throughout history as the ultimate formation technique for engaging a single opponent.
Once the 108 Arhat Formation took hold, even if the heavens split asunder, escape would be impossible for Eum Yu Gyeong.
Wheeee!
The moment the formation activated, Eum Yu Gyeong spread both hands wide. Instantly, a torrent of power erupted toward the Arhat monks.
The Dark Sky Burning Fire Hand—the supreme technique of the Demon Cult—unfurled.
“Chough!”
“Gasp!”
The attack, timed with perfect precision, shattered the formation’s structure thread by thread.
Eum Yu Gyeong drove through the gap.
Her pale hands swept in vicious arcs, deploying the renowned Falling Moon Divine Sword technique bare-handed.
Shuck!
Qi coalesced at her white fingertips, taking on the semblance of a blade.
“Kugh!”
“Urgh!”
The monks collapsed in an instant.
“How dare you!”
Gwang Moon, his fury ignited, unleashed the Great Power Vajra Palm.
Rumble!
Tremendous force surged toward Eum Yu Gyeong.
She bit her lip hard. Gwang Moon’s mastery far exceeded her initial estimate.
‘Meeting him head-on would leave me at a disadvantage.’
She retreated rather than engage directly.
In that same moment, Gwang Moon’s movements transformed.
Whoosh!
His body seemed to multiply into nine, only to converge again directly before her.
The Lotus Platform Nine Grades—one of Shaolin’s supreme movement methods—had been deployed.
In a heartbeat, he closed the distance and spread his palms wide.
Boom!
The Bodhi Jade Dragon Seal unfolded—a supreme technique that stood proudly among Shaolin’s Seventy-Two Arts, ranking among the highest.
As the master of the Arhat Formation, Gwang Moon’s mastery was extraordinary.
Deployed at such a critical moment, Eum Yu Gyeong could not fully deflect the assault.
Crash!
“Hmph!”
With a thunderous crash, Eum Yu Gyeong’s body lurched violently backward.
A thin line of blood traced her lips. She had taken internal damage. Her movements grew sluggish.
The 108 Arhats seized the opening and closed in around her.
Whoooosh!
The 108 Arhat Formation activated.
One hundred and eight Zen Staffs descended upon Eum Yu Gyeong in a devastating assault.
Crash-crash-crash!
Eum Yu Gyeong countered with the Dark Sky Burning Fire Hand. But fighting the 108 Arhat Formation barehanded, without her sword, was hopeless from the start.
Whoosh!
Centered on the formation, an immense wave of pressure bore down. All of it crashed upon Eum Yu Gyeong alone.
“Ugh!”
Her face drained of all color.
‘If only I had my sword…….’
If she could only deploy the Falling Moon Divine Sword, she might not shatter the formation, but at least she could drag out the fight.
The Falling Moon Divine Sword wielded barehanded had limits, and such power could never break through the 108 Arhat Formation—an Ultimate Formation honed over a thousand years. Besides, So Cheon and Gwang Moon blocked every path of escape.
Eum Yu Gyeong found herself trapped, with nowhere to turn.
Wounds accumulated across her body one after another, and her vital channels roiled so violently that she could no longer control her Internal Energy properly.
Gwang Moon observed the scene and opened his mouth.
“The moment we capture the witch, deploy the Ten Direction Prohibition Technique.”
“Is that truly necessary?”
So Cheon questioned.
The Ten Direction Prohibition Technique had been devised to seal an Evil Martial Artist’s Internal Energy. The problem lay in what happened after: those who received the technique did not merely have their power sealed—their body and spirit were utterly destroyed, leaving them crippled beyond any hope of recovery.
“No mercy shall be shown to Evil Martial Artists.”
“Understood.”
Gwang Moon’s tone was absolute, and So Cheon replied with an expression of resignation. He still harbored doubts about deploying the Ten Direction Prohibition Technique.
Though he was counted among the Nine Dragons, spoken of as the finest talents in all Jianghu, in truth he had almost no experience fighting other martial artists directly.
He wished to engage in combat himself rather than merely observe the 108 Arhat Formation at work. But Gwang Moon would not permit it.
Shaolin was investing considerable effort in cultivating So Cheon. They looked not merely to make him one of the Nine Dragons, but something far greater.
So Cheon was destined to lead the next generation of Jianghu.
He could not afford even a single defeat, not the slightest blemish.
That was why Gwang Moon allowed So Cheon to observe the fight, but would never permit him to participate directly.
‘Once the 108 Arhat Formation is deployed, there is no heaven and no earth for the witch to escape to.’
Within the 108 Arhat Formation flowed the very essence of a thousand years of Shaolin. In all of Shaolin’s history, no individual had ever shattered the formation.
Whoooosh!
As time passed, the formation’s power grew exponentially. This too was among its hidden properties.
Like interlocking gears, the relentless barrage of attacks grew fiercer with each passing moment, grinding the opponent down toward annihilation.
And indeed, Eum Yu Gyeong was being driven to the very edge of her limits.
‘The tremors woven through the 108 Arhat Formation are severing my power thread by thread.’
Because of this, she found herself barely able to channel her Internal Energy at all.
Without proper control of her power, her forms lost their intended force. And with no sword in hand, she could not demonstrate more than a third of her true strength.
Crack!
In that moment, a staff struck her shoulder.
The Zen Staff, forged from tempered iron, was more terrifying than any blade. Though she twisted her body to disperse the impact, her shoulder swelled almost at once.
Cold sweat poured down her spine.
‘Do I have to resort to my ultimate move?’
What she showed now was not her full strength. Beyond the Falling Moon Divine Sword, she possessed a trump card.
The problem was that using it would leave her devastated. Weeks would pass before she could move properly.
A gap of weeks at this particular moment would be catastrophic.
‘But I have no choice…….’
She gritted her teeth and drew upon what little power remained.
Buzz-buzz-buzz!
The air surrounding Eum Yu Gyeong churned wildly.
Sensing the ominous shift, Gwang Moon shouted.
“The witch stirs abnormally. Shift the 108 Arhat Formation to the Kaebyek Jincheonha.”
The Kaebyek Jincheonha was the 108 Arhat Formation’s most devastating offensive variant. No Evil Martial Artist had ever survived its assault.
Boom-boom-boom!
The atmosphere erupted into a vortex centered on the formation. A pressure of unimaginable magnitude built and converged entirely upon Eum Yu Gyeong.
Crunch!
Under pressure beyond all comprehension, Eum Yu Gyeong dropped to one knee. Every blood vessel in her body stood out stark and swollen, the capillaries in her eyes burst, and her eyes turned completely crimson.
Cough!
Eum Yu Gyeong’s complexion turned ashen as blood spilled from her lips. Still, she gritted her teeth and tried to summon her final trump card.
That was when it happened.
―Release your strength. Yield to the pressure.
Suddenly, a transmission of sound rang out directly into her ear.
In that instant, Eum Yu Gyeong felt tears welling up in her eyes.
‘He came.’
She scattered the Internal Energy she had desperately gathered and drained every ounce of power from her body.
“Does this witch have a death wish?”
It was the moment a ghastly pallor crept across Gwang Moon’s face.
Whoosh!
A long cord suddenly lashed out like a viper, coiling around Eum Yu Gyeong’s waist and yanking her upward.
“An accomplice!”
“She’s trying to rescue the witch. Stop her!”
The monks maintaining the 108 Arhat Formation cried out in alarm and intensified their assault on Eum Yu Gyeong.
Bang-bang-bang-bang!
The cord wrapped around Eum Yu Gyeong thrashed violently left and right like a serpent. The monks nearby were struck and flung outward on both sides. Yet they managed to keep the 108 Arhat Formation intact by using their Zen Staffs as support.
In the chaos, the cord lifted Eum Yu Gyeong skyward.
“Impossible.”
Unable to stand idle, Gwang Moon launched himself forward. The 108 Arhats surged after him.
They were moments away from seizing Eum Yu Gyeong.
“Blood Kill Rain.”
Suddenly, a roar split the heavens, and rain poured down—rain forged of pure Qi.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash!
“Gah!”
“Impossible!”
Shock blazed across the faces of Gwang Moon and the 108 Arhats.
In the Jianghu, creating even a single Qi Blade earned one the respect of an Absolute Master. Even among the Shaolin Sect, called the head of the Nine Great Sects, there were not many masters capable of manifesting a Qi Blade.
But a rain of Qi Blades?
Confronted with a sight beyond heavens that they had never imagined even in their wildest dreams, their faces drained of all color.
Boom!
The 108 Arhat Formation and the rain of Qi Blades collided.
The earth trembled as though seized by an earthquake, and the air convulsed madly. Ancient trees were torn from the ground entirely as if caught in a terrible tempest, and massive boulders rolled across the scorched earth.
When the violent gale had passed, what lay revealed was utterly devastated.
As if a volcano had erupted, the entire area was reduced to ruins, and monks lay scattered across the ground.
By fortune’s grace, miraculously no one had perished, yet the faces of the 108 Arhats were etched with despair.
The 108 Arhat Formation—which they had boasted was invincible—had shattered.
The undefeated legend had crumbled.
“This cannot be!”
Gwang Moon’s white beard trembled violently.
The one who had rescued Eum Yu Gyeong had been alone. A single person had toppled their undefeated legend.
“Who in blazes is he?”
A dread unlike anything he had ever felt before seized him. It was the emergence of an Absolute Master beyond his wildest imaginings. The mere thought of what shockwave his appearance might send through the Jianghu filled him with terror.
Gwang Moon looked around.
The 108 Arhats were visible all around him. Yet nowhere could he see So Cheon.
‘Could it be… So Cheon?’

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