Fist Demon of Mount Hua - Chapter 68

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Episode 67. When the Blood Star Shines, All Hold Their Breath—Part 2
The figure tumbling across the floor and crashing into the wall was Jang Hak Gyeong.
Blood streamed from his eyes, ears, and mouth.
“Kkk—kkk—!”
His lips twitched as if he meant to speak, but instead of words, blood mixed with shattered fragments of internal organs poured from his mouth.
A single blow.
One punch from Dam Ho, delivered in a perfect arc, had rendered Jang Hak Gyeong utterly defenseless.
His body shattered as completely as a siege tower breaking through a city wall.
……
In that instant, a suffocating silence descended over the hall.
No one had anticipated such a sight. No one imagined he would commit such recklessness before so many witnesses.
Not Jo Gyeong Ui. Not even Lee Shin Pung, master of Hong Ahm Mountain Lodge.
“M-mad. You’re mad!”
The words escaped Mo Jung Hyun’s lips, voicing what they all felt.
Jo Gyeong Ui raised a finger, pointing at Dam Ho.
“You. You?”
“What?”
“Do you understand what you’ve just done? You dare commit murder within Hong Ahm Mountain Lodge?”
“And?”
“Can you bear the consequences?”
“Why should I concern myself with consequences?”
“Have you no sense at all? None?”
“I don’t think about consequences. When death comes, I think only of killing—of how to do it most efficiently, how to do it fastest.”
Dam Ho’s chilling voice cut through the crowd gathered outside the hall. His whispered tone made their bodies shudder.
Dam Ho’s gaze fixed on Mo Jung Hyun.
“I’ll smash every tooth in your lying mouth and rip out your tongue.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
“Try to stop me if you can.”
Dam Ho walked toward Mo Jung Hyun.
Unlike moments before, his legs now dragged slightly with each step.
He planted his right foot, then dragged his left forward.
Everyone saw it. Yet no one mocked him. The sight he had just displayed was far too shocking.
“No—don’t come near!”
As Dam Ho approached with dragging steps, Mo Jung Hyun flinched and staggered backward. Gone was the arrogance of Yunyang Martial Hall’s senior instructor.
His face was drained of color, his body trembling uncontrollably. The Dam Ho reflected in his eyes was no human being.
He screamed at the martial artists from Yunyang Martial Hall who had come with Jo Gyeong Ui.
“S-stop him! Stop him, I’m telling you!”
The martial artists of Yunyang Martial Hall glanced toward Jo Gyeong Ui.
Jo Gyeong Ui’s expression twisted with fury. He had never imagined Dam Ho could be so reckless.
Dam Ho was far stronger than he had anticipated—and far more merciless.
Even now, Dam Ho advanced on Mo Jung Hyun. A decision had to be made.
“Stop him!”
At Jo Gyeong Ui’s command, the martial artists of Yunyang Martial Hall rushed toward Dam Ho. And Jo Gyeong Ui moved as well.
Sling!
In his hand appeared the Blue Moon Sword.
The treasure blade Lee Shin Pung had wielded in his youth.
A sword that could cut through anything, a blade against which no life could stand—it flew toward Dam Ho.
With the Blue Moon Sword in hand, his courage multiplied a hundredfold.
Though he had been momentarily overwhelmed by Dam Ho’s momentum, Jo Gyeong Ui believed in the sword he now gripped and in the martial arts he had refined for over a decade.
‘There’s nothing to fear. He’s human too.’
Whish!
The Blue Moon Sword flew toward Dam Ho’s throat.
The thought of uncovering truth had long since vanished. His mind was now dominated by a single imperative: Dam Ho must die.
The martial artists of Yunyang Martial Hall pressed their attack on Dam Ho.
The martial arts that had built Yunyang Martial Hall’s reputation unfurled from their hands.
Whiiish!
A storm of sword wind swept toward Dam Ho.
They displayed perfect Forms they had never shown even during regular practice—movements so flawless they would have earned unstinting praise if this were a training session.
But their opponent was Dam Ho.
Crash!
The moment Dam Ho’s eyes blazed with terrible light, a deafening boom shattered the air. In the same instant, the fighters who had attacked him were torn to shreds and flung in all directions.
Before anyone could even process what had happened, Dam Ho’s hand was already reaching for the Blue Moon Sword.
“Madman!”
Jo Gyeong Ui cried out in triumph and poured his martial force into the Blue Moon Sword. He meant to sever Dam Ho’s wrist in one stroke.
Clang!
But the Blue Moon Sword would not advance further. Dam Ho’s hand had stopped it.
The Blue Moon Sword—a blade that could cut through anything. And yet it lay trapped in Dam Ho’s grip.
Through the Five Finger Dark Wave Scripture, Dam Ho’s hand suffered no direct harm, but Jo Gyeong Ui had no way of knowing that.
Jo Gyeong Ui felt his heart leap into his throat.
“How… how is this possible?”
Dam Ho did not answer. Instead, he swung his free hand and struck the blade with brutal force.
The Wave Breaking Palm Strike.
Shatter!
The Blue Moon Sword snapped in two with a metallic shriek. The broken blade spun wildly through the air.
Jo Gyeong Ui stared in numb shock. The scene was so brutal it seemed unreal.
Dam Ho’s hand shot out. In his palm lay a jagged fragment of the shattered Blue Moon Sword.
Thud!
Dam Ho drove the broken blade straight into Jo Gyeong Ui’s forehead. The man’s body went rigid and toppled backward like a felled log.
“Senior Brother!”
Mo Jung Hyun screamed at the impossible sight.
In that same moment, Dam Ho vaulted over Jo Gyeong Ui’s collapsing body and rushed toward him.
Black robes billowing, tangled black hair streaming, black eyes flashing between the strands.
If death itself had a face, it would look like this.
“No, don’t come near!”
Mo Jung Hyun unleashed his martial arts against Dam Ho.
The Iron Cannon Chain.
His signature Life-Saving Technique—every ounce of his martial force concentrated into a single, devastating blow, like a cannonball of solid iron.
Boom!
Dam Ho’s Wave Breaking Palm Strike collided with the Iron Cannon Chain.
Crack!
“Argh!”
Mo Jung Hyun’s right arm, meeting Dam Ho’s fist, shattered completely.
Pain wrenched his mouth open—and in that instant, Dam Ho’s fist drove into it. Mo Jung Hyun’s teeth crumbled to dust.
Blood flooded his face. But the agony was far from over.
Dam Ho’s brutal hand pried open his lips and seized his tongue. And tore it out.
Rip!
Mo Jung Hyun could not even scream. He writhed on the ground as blood erupted like a fountain from the cavity where his tongue had been ripped away.
Mo Jung Hyun curled into a ball, trembling violently. Dam Ho looked down at him with utter indifference.
Not a single breath escaped Dam Ho’s lips out of rhythm—he was the very image of terror itself.
Mo Jung Hyun’s hand reached out, trying to grasp Dam Ho. But it only flailed through empty air before falling limp to the ground.
“Gghhh—”
Mo Jung Hyun took one last, gasping breath. It was the final act of his living years.
Dam Ho dropped Mo Jung Hyun’s tongue onto the floor.
“Haah!”
Stifled gasps of horror erupted from every corner.
Only now did Dam Ho’s words return to them.
He had said he would crush all his teeth and tear out his tongue. And like Dam Ho’s words, Mo Jung Hyun had lost every tooth and been killed with his tongue ripped away.
It had happened exactly as Dam Ho said it would.
The entire sequence unfolded so swiftly that no one could react. Lee Shin Pung, the master of Hong Ahm Mountain Lodge, was no exception.
Before he could even take a stance, events had already transpired. Jo Gyeong Ui, whom he had personally granted the Blue Moon Sword, lay dead before his eyes.
Naturally, he should have stepped forward to punish Dam Ho and assert his authority. Yet Lee Shin Pung could not bring himself to move.
It was like facing some vast, terrible beast. Those dark eyes were filled with killing intent, and those bared teeth seemed ready to tear out a man’s throat.
Dam Ho’s black eyes turned toward Lee Shin Pung.
“Hmph!”
Lee Shin Pung’s brow creased.
His breath had caught in his chest.
Though he had spent a lifetime in the Gangho, an old hand weathered by decades of strife, he had never seen eyes as savage as Dam Ho’s.
One wrong move and that dreadful gaze would come rushing at him, teeth first.
Dam Ho stared directly at Lee Shin Pung. Lee Shin Pung knew he had to respond somehow.
After collecting his thoughts, Lee Shin Pung finally opened his mouth.
“How dare you raise such a commotion within Hong Ahm Mountain Lodge. Your audacity knows no bounds.”
His voice carried a weighty force.
It was the will of Hong Ahm Mountain Lodge’s master to lose none of his dignity.
An ordinary martial artist would have been cowed by Lee Shin Pung’s overwhelming presence. But Dam Ho was no ordinary martial artist.
He met Lee Shin Pung’s gaze without so much as a blink. At that, Lee Shin Pung’s expression twisted slightly.
“Regardless of circumstances, murder committed within Hong Ahm Mountain Lodge is unforgivable. If you submit peacefully to restraint, I promise you a fair investigation.”
“A fair investigation, you say……”
“I stake my name—Lee Shin Pung’s name—on this promise. Whoever you are, wherever you’ve come from, I swear you’ll suffer no harm.”
On the surface, Lee Shin Pung’s words seemed quite reasonable.
The position Lee Shin Pung held in Gansu Province was formidable, and if he guaranteed something, few would dare oppose him.
Lee Shin Pung believed Dam Ho would accept his proposal. Though the man’s martial arts appeared strong, the Gangho was not a simple world where martial prowess alone determined everything.
Lee Shin Pung had hundreds of martial artists from Hong Ahm Mountain Lodge, and over a thousand who had attended the birthday celebration.
There was no reason for him to fear Dam Ho. He believed Dam Ho would comply.
“Nonsense.”
But Dam Ho’s reply far exceeded his expectations.
“What?”
“Didn’t you hear? I said nonsense.”
“How dare you!”
Fury flashed across Lee Shin Pung’s face.
Though Lee Shin Pung was known as a great master, he found Dam Ho’s words difficult to bear.
“You seem intoxicated by your paltry strength, but your martial arts hold no sway over me. It would be wise for you to submit to restraint quietly.”
The martial artists of Hong Ahm Mountain Lodge fell into formation behind Lee Shin Pung.
Though they numbered only thirty, they radiated a sinister aura. They were warriors of the Blood Flower Corps, the lodge master’s own force.
They were tasked with hunting down and punishing anyone who brought harm to Hong Ahm Mountain Lodge, even to the ends of hell itself.
Their martial arts were formidable, and their loyalty to Lee Shin Pung was absolute. They stood poised to rush at Dam Ho the moment their commander gave the word.
With the Blood Flower Corps at his back, a grim smile spread across Lee Shin Pung’s face.
He gazed at Dam Ho, hands clasped behind his back.
“The choice is yours.”
……
“Only I hope you choose wisely. This is sincere.”
“Is it your birthday today?”
“What?”
“If you wish to be buried on the day you were born, I’ll grant that wish.”
In that moment, a deadly silence descended upon the hall.

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