Fist Demon of Mount Hua - Chapter 167

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Episode 166. Give One, Receive Ten in Return—1
Crack-crack-crack!
Was this what a landslide sounded like? Hundreds, thousands of massive boulders rolled across the floor, grinding against stone, their roar filling the arena.
Dozens of masters had detonated themselves using Blood Mountain Transformation. Bone and flesh became shrapnel, spraying blood turned to poison in all directions. And then came the relentless attacks from those still standing, indifferent to their own survival.
The warriors of Geomwangdae seemed less human than demonic spirits.
Any ordinary person cherishes their own life and fears death. But the warriors of Geomwangdae possessed neither of these instincts.
As though another’s burden, they cast their own lives away like straw. They believed their deaths served the Namgoong Clan.
A collective bred to kill the impossible.
That was Geomwangdae.
Su Cheon clenched his teeth.
‘You know nothing. The desperation of one who has much to protect.’
The Namgoong Clan had centuries of history behind it.
Before achieving its current glory, the clan had weathered crises beyond counting—moments when near-total annihilation seemed certain. More than once, they had stood at the brink.
Each time, brought low by a single supreme master.
It was then the Namgoong Clan learned a bitter truth: there were tasks that hundreds or thousands of warriors could not accomplish.
So Namgoong Seon Wol, patriarch of two generations past, created Geomwangdae.
In secret, he culled the talented from obscurity and trained them through unconventional means. The clan poured its rarest elixirs and forbidden techniques into their bodies.
This much was known to the Namgoong Clan’s inner circle. But Geomwangdae harbored one deeper secret.
The Blood Mountain Transformation.
The final method of mutual destruction—sacrificing one’s own life to detonate alongside the enemy.
What followed was the combined assault of the surviving Geomwangdae warriors, pouring every last shred of their strength into their blades.
Boom-boom-crash!
Explosions erupted in succession.
The ground shook. Dust rose in billowing clouds.
Thud!
Su Cheon, having poured everything into a single exchange, barely kept his trembling frame upright. The same held true for the twenty-odd surviving warriors of Geomwangdae.
‘There was definitely contact.’
‘He’s dead.’
Not one or two, but nearly a dozen warriors had felt their blades connect. They were certain Dam Ho had fallen.
At last the dust settled, and the arena’s true state became visible.
What lay before them resembled nothing so much as hell itself.
Comrades who had laughed and breathed alongside them moments before now lay scattered in unrecognizable fragments across the floor.
Shredded flesh and bone, blood flowing in rivulets. And standing in the center of it all—a single man.
Bone fragments embedded in his chest. Gaping wounds carved through his ribs and thigh. Beyond counting, smaller cuts marred his entire frame. But what caught the eye was the pair of swords embedded in his back.
One belonged to Su Cheon. The other came from a Geomwangdae warrior now among the dead. Both blades had sunk deep, blood pouring from the wounds in torrents.
Dam Ho’s body swayed, moment by moment threatening collapse. His entire form was drenched in blood, his original shape nearly unrecognizable.
Between strands of disheveled hair, his eyes remained shut tight—as though consciousness had fled.
Injuries of this magnitude would have claimed an ordinary person three or four times over. That he remained standing was itself a marvel. Yet Su Cheon harbored no doubt.
The Dam Ho reflected in his gaze was as good as corpse. No human being could sustain such wounds and survive. It was the most rational, most obvious fact Su Cheon knew.
Su Cheon’s mouth curled upward.
“Now you understand? The terror of the Namgoong Clan. For us, life is nothing—a blade of grass we cast aside whenever duty demands.”
“…….”
“You should never have touched the Namgoong Clan. Your arrogance and recklessness have shortened your days. Even in death, do not forget this truth.”
Su Cheon turned away.
Only twenty-odd Geomwangdae warriors had survived. Adding the twenty-odd sent to Jong Ri Yeon, barely forty remained.
Of the hundred warriors of Geomwangdae, sixty had fallen to Dam Ho alone. The losses were staggering.
Reconstructing Geomwangdae would demand immense time and vast resources. Yet Su Cheon was not greatly troubled.
The Namgoong Clan overflowed with talent, and its wealth was as inexhaustible as an ever-full spring.
He raised his voice to the survivors.
“Seize Shin-ui. Then hunt down and eliminate every soul connected to Gwon Ma. No matter how long it takes.”
Eradicate Roots.
All who walked the Jianghu knew the wisdom of leaving no loose threads. The Namgoong Clan was no exception.
That was when it happened.
Flash!
Dam Ho’s eyes snapped open.
His eyes blazed crimson, as though ready to spill blood at any moment.
“He—he?”
A Geomwangdae warrior who witnessed the sight stumbled over his words.
The frame that had swayed moments before, ready to collapse, suddenly stood erect. Dam Ho’s hand reached behind his back.
His fingers closed around the blade embedded there. Flesh tore, blood flowed. But Dam Ho gripped harder and wrenched the sword free.
Shiiing!
The blade tore through flesh and muscle with a sound that made every warrior of Geomwangdae’s spine crawl. For an instant, they all felt the phantom sensation of their own necks being severed.
Dam Ho drew another sword.
Shhhhiing!
Blood erupted from the wound like a geyser as the blade withdrew.
But then the gash—wide as a fish’s gills—suddenly constricted. The hemorrhage slowed, then stopped.
Not a Pressure Point Strike. He’d simply tensed his muscles to stanch the bleeding. It was a sight that defied belief even as one watched it unfold.
Dam Ho plucked a bone fragment from his chest.
Crack!
The bone crumbled to powder in his palm and scattered on the wind.
“Beast!”
Su Cheon watched Dam Ho and clenched his teeth so hard they ached.
Gooseflesh rose across his entire body.
Alarm bells shrieked ceaselessly in his mind. His body sensed the danger first, reacting before thought could follow.
But Su Cheon forced himself to ignore those instincts.
The man was mortally wounded. Barely able to move. What could he possibly do?
“Don’t be fooled. He’s just putting on airs before the end—that’s all.”
In that moment, Dam Ho’s gaze fixed on Su Cheon.
He had learned something precious.
The method of Mutual Destruction that Geomwangdae had unleashed was more extreme than even he had anticipated.
He understood now that humans could surrender their lives so readily, and he grasped how foolish he had been to face such an assault undefended.
Everything had come too easily until now.
Perhaps he had grown careless for lack of true opposition. Carelessness bred arrogance, and arrogance had carved deep wounds into him.
A fractured bone shard had lodged in one lung—even breathing was agony. Yet Dam Ho laughed.
He was still alive.
That was what mattered most.
The living could do so many things.
Thud!
Dam Ho kicked off the earth.
A ragged, shattered body launching into Charge.
Su Cheon’s eyes widened. He had not expected Dam Ho to come at him in that condition.
But Su Cheon was no ordinary master. Though he moved in shadow, his Martial Prowess surpassed even the elders of the Namgoong Clan.
“Beast!”
Tztztz!
Without a blade, he drew on every ounce of remaining power and unleashed the Heaven Thunder Palm. Lightning crackled before him, a wall of azure energy forming.
Boom!
Dam Ho’s entire body collided with the lightning barrier.
The force was tremendous. The wall of energy rippled violently, and Su Cheon lurched backward. Blood traced his lips.
“Demonic fiend! Will you not release the Lord?”
“Die, curse you!”
The warriors of Geomwangdae surged forward to attack Dam Ho.
In their eyes dwelt both terror and fury.
They were afraid of Dam Ho himself—of his strength, his relentlessness. They recoiled from what he was.
Grievously wounded, and still he came at them like a madman.
If they did not kill him this day, the consequences would be endless.
Their faces were etched with desperation. They threw all their power into this single assault.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
A storm of energy waves bore down on Dam Ho like a tempest.
In that instant, his eyes blazed with madness.
Whoosh!
His body trembled with violent oscillation. He had deployed a shield.
Ting-ting-ting!
The attacks collided with the shield and scattered harmlessly.
Dam Ho’s palm struck the air. Using shock to disrupt the flow of air and rupture eardrums—the Void Cutting Wall.
“Ahhh!”
“Gah!”
The warriors whose eardrums had burst staggered without control.
Crash!
Dam Ho’s fists slashed through empty space nine times in succession.
The Nine Layer Cannon technique unfolded.
Boom-boom-boom-crack!
A series of explosions erupted, sending the Geomwangdae fighters sprawling backward.
“No!”
Su Cheon cried out at the sight. If they died, the Namgoong Clan’s foundations would be utterly severed.
In an instant, twenty more corpses lay scattered. Hot steam rose in wisps from their blood-soaked bodies.
“You demon!”
Su Cheon unleashed an angry roar. But he could say no more.
Crack.
Dam Ho’s iron grip had seized him by the nape of the neck.
“You?”
Thud.
In that moment, a sharp burst of sound erupted from Su Cheon’s ribs. Dam Ho’s fist had already struck.
“Gack!”
Su Cheon coughed blood.
Crack.
Dam Ho’s fist drove into his ribs again.
He didn’t need to see it—he knew his ribs had shattered completely.
Dam Ho hoisted Su Cheon’s body high into the air.
His feet, dangling above the ground, swayed limply like a severed rope.
Dam Ho hurled Su Cheon’s body down onto the earth.
Crash!
“Argh!”
Su Cheon shrieked in agony.
His spine shattered, his skull split open, and torrents of blood poured out.
His consciousness began to fade.
But Dam Ho’s brutality was far from finished.
Thud.
Dam Ho lifted his foot and brought it crashing down on Su Cheon’s abdomen.
The unbearable agony blurred his vision, yet Su Cheon forced his eyes open, desperate to see Dam Ho’s face.
Dam Ho, dealing out merciless violence.
Despite bearing catastrophic injuries, there was no trace of pain on his face—nothing at all.
As though violence itself were his sole purpose in existence, he ground Su Cheon beneath him, indifferent to his own wounds.
‘Different. He’s different.’
Only then did Su Cheon understand.
Dam Ho was not an adversary he could contend with.
A being born solely for destruction.
‘I should never have made an enemy of him.’
Belated regret flooded through his mind.
“Please… spare me… the Namgoong Clan will never…”
He tried to sue for peace. But he could not.
Crack.
Dam Ho’s fist smashed into his skull.
His head caved in.
That was the end of Su Cheon, guardian of the Namgoong Clan’s shadow.
Only then did Dam Ho stop his assault and rise to his feet.
“Hrrgh.”
His breath came in ragged gasps.
The wounds he had barely staunched with tension tore open again, bleeding freely.
His head swam, and his vision blurred.
Swish.
Dam Ho wiped his eyes with his sleeve. His vision cleared slightly.
“Hh.”
Dam Ho moved forward, breathing heavily.
He wanted nothing more than to collapse and rest, but he could not. Enemies remained.

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