Heaven-Defying Hero - Chapter 52

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#052

 

The Bihuang Fist Technique was a glove made by weaving together red cloud iron, which had the property of absorbing internal energy among meteorite iron, and sea dragon whiskers called haelyongho.

 

Haelyongho had the property of standing up like thorns when it absorbed internal energy, and its characteristic was that water would form at the tips of the thorns when injected.

 

So when poison was injected, it would gather at the tips of the thorns and then pierce like needles the moment fists clashed with an opponent, causing poisoning.

 

On top of this, even the durability of red cloud iron far exceeded that of steel, making it truly a catastrophic weapon for martial artists who used fist techniques. Conversely, when used by oneself, it could not only block swords with bare hands but also grab and snatch them away.

 

What was frightening here was that since both red cloud iron and haelyongho had the property of absorbing internal energy, the user could release as much internal energy as they wanted. Rather, they could freely control the haelyongho and utilize it as a lethal weapon.

 

For martial artists using fist techniques, it was an insurmountable wall, but when used by oneself, the Bihuang Fist Technique became the ultimate weapon.

 

“How do you have that! Cough!”

 

Hwangbo Baek, who was speaking, coughed up blood.

 

Only then did Hwangbo Baek realize how great a danger he had fallen into.

 

“It’s a special poison I prepared just for you. You won’t have enough time even to repent, so don’t think about anything else.”

 

Thud.

 

Hwangbo Baek’s knees couldn’t hold up and hit the floor.

 

The reason why the entire clan had fallen into danger with just one weapon was clearly revealed.

 

“Lord!”

 

The startled Maeng-ho Daejoo instinctively blocked in front of Hwangbo Baek.

 

“St-stop…”

 

Even as his mind grew distant, Hwangbo Baek tried to stop him, but it was already too late.

 

Bang!

 

Maeng-ho Daejoo deflected the punch that Ja-gang-cheon had thrown to the side.

 

He had only deflected it enough to change its path. But a stinging pain remained on the back of his hand that had pushed away the fist.

 

“Bihuang Fist Technique!”

 

Unable to say much more, he looked at Ja-gang-cheon’s hand and shouted. Then the startled masters of the Jangno-hoe tried to surround Ja-gang-cheon from front and back.

 

Though it was a chaotic situation, they had realized what needed to be done through their experience.

 

The regrettable and sad things could be wept over later. That too, only if they survived.

 

It was when two elders who knew this were about to jointly attack Ja-gang-cheon, the dangerous element.

 

“What a shameless old man!”

 

The one who appeared with an angry shout was Song Ja-in. She extended her palm toward Hwangbo Cheonju, who had been trying to take Ja-gang-cheon’s rear.

 

Hwangbo Cheonju, who dared not face the poisoned fist, stepped aside, and Song Ja-in took that position.

 

With his back now secure, Ja-gang-cheon spoke in a voice devoid of emotion.

 

“I’ll finish this as quickly as possible.”

 

“Sometimes trusting your comrades is also a better path.”

 

Song Ja-in soothed not only his back but also Ja-gang-cheon’s impatience.

 

“I’m behind you, and Cheon-gu and Pan Seok-i are in places you can’t see. Even my son with his inconvenient legs refuses to hide and holds a sword. He says he’ll bite off at least a finger of the beast if I die.”

 

“He does that because he’s confident mother won’t die. Brother Pil-saeng is quite good at that kind of acting.”

 

“Knowing that and playing along is both a mother’s duty and pleasure.”

 

While they were conversing, Hwangbo Taesan held the collapsed Hwangbo Baek and retreated.

 

“Father!”

 

Just hearing that voice, one could know the result.

 

“You bastards! I will never forgive you!”

 

Hwangbo Baek was dead.

 

The tiger that had dominated Shandong Province had died from a single strike.

 

Considering his achievements and position, it was an unfairly simple and futile death.

 

When Hwangbo Taesan, who had lost his father, couldn’t contain his fiery temperament and rushed forward, an elder quickly stopped him.

 

“Now is the time to retreat.”

 

“No need to struggle. You’re all going to die anyway.”

 

Ja-gang-cheon thrust a punch toward Hwangbo Taesan. The moment the startled elder pushed Hwangbo Taesan away and tried to counterattack, a smile appeared on Ja-gang-cheon’s lips.

 

‘A trap!’

 

Striking Hwangbo Taesan was a feint to create the elder’s weakness. The elder who had instantly fallen into crisis quickly twisted his body while seeing the Bihuang Fist Technique flying toward his neck.

 

Having dodged the punch with minimal movement, he retreated without overexerting himself and created distance.

 

That movement was so natural that the crisis from just before seemed like a lie. It meant he had that much experience and skill.

 

“If the Bihuang Fist Technique is all you have, you’ll die here.”

 

The elder confirmed that Hwangbo Taesan had retreated and bared his teeth.

 

‘Just avoid it.’

 

He simplified the situation.

 

No matter how dangerous the Bihuang Fist Technique was, it would be fine if he could avoid it all.

 

And he had confidence in doing so.

 

Hwangbo Cheonju, known as one of the supreme masters even in the Jangno-hoe, displayed the composure of his advanced years and found his ease.

 

When he deliberately stepped back one foot, as expected, Ja-gang-cheon, faithful to his instincts, quickly rushed in.

 

‘Hm?’

 

Hwangbo Cheonju, who had thought of ways to dodge and finish him in one strike, felt that Ja-gang-cheon’s footwork was peculiar.

 

Every time he felt a slight swaying sensation, the distance was rapidly closing. But his experience was not to be underestimated to fall for such things.

 

‘Excellent footwork, but full of openings.’

 

A leg technique using flashy steps aimed for Hwangbo Cheonju’s side.

 

Though it was a lightning-fast strike, Hwangbo Cheonju smoothly retreated and then sprang forward like a spring.

 

Ja-gang-cheon was flustered by the action that was five times faster than retreating.

 

The moment he tried to block the punch aimed at his face with the Bihuang Fist Technique,

 

Hwangbo Cheonju’s punch stopped. Instead, his other hand’s punch dug into Ja-gang-cheon’s side.

 

It was a perfect feint followed by a strike, and it was also fast enough for even Ja-gang-cheon to admire.

 

Thwack!

 

But it was strange.

 

It wasn’t the sound he had expected.

 

“Ugh!”

 

“Gasp!”

 

Both were shocked and retreated.

 

Ja-gang-cheon’s breathing became difficult as his insides twisted from the internal energy that had penetrated his body. But Hwangbo Cheonju had suffered an even greater setback.

 

“I clearly avoided it.”

 

Though there had been quite a distance from the Bihuang Fist Technique, large needle marks remained on his fist.

 

Only then, through Ja-gang-cheon’s torn clothes, something other than flesh was visible.

 

Dragon Scale Armor.

 

Who could have imagined that there would be Dragon Scale Armor in addition to the Bihuang Fist Technique?

 

On the other hand, Ja-gang-cheon was also inwardly surprised.

 

‘I would have died if not for the Dragon Scale Armor.’

 

They said there were many masters in the world, and indeed it wasn’t wrong.

 

Honestly, though he had barely followed with his eyes, his body didn’t have time to react.

 

Nevertheless, the result was the complete opposite.

 

“Cough!”

 

Hwangbo Cheonju, who had been struck by Dogok’s extreme poison, coughed up blood and collapsed.

 

Then Hwangbo Taesan’s body trembled violently.

 

“It seems too late to run away.”

 

“Protect the Young Lord!”

 

The remaining Maeng Hao Guard threw themselves to help Hwangbo Taesan escape.

 

At that moment, Ja-gang-cheon checked the situation behind him.

 

Song Ja-in was still facing Hwangbo Homyeong.

 

‘There shouldn’t be any problems.’

 

Hwangbo Homyeong looked flustered.

 

Song Ja-in, with poison techniques in one hand and a fan in the other, was launching an overwhelming offensive.

 

Especially the bizarre ringing mixed with the sound of wind gave an unpleasant feeling as if it was pulling at the back of his head.

 

Eventually, Hwangbo Homyeong’s hands and feet began to become disordered.

 

Song Ja-in, who was once called one of the Ten Greatest Masters of Gangho, proved that this evaluation was by no means excessive when she met a worthy opponent.

 

She was cold and persistent, not rushing as she slowly wore down her opponent to death.

 

In one hand was a poison palm that spewed deadly venom, in the other was a soul-scattering fan that scattered the mind.

 

Her offensive was like a coordinated attack that even masters representing the great clans could not withstand.

 

Confirming this, Ja-gang-cheon leisurely assessed his own enemy.

 

Though his insides still churned from the impact to his side, he didn’t show it outwardly.

 

“Young Lord! You must leave!”

 

One of the Maeng-ho Guard members shouted toward Hwangbo Taesan.

 

Hwangbo Taesan, recognizing the situation, reluctantly accepted and turned around as the Maeng-ho Guard lined up like a wall before Ja-gang-cheon.

 

Seeing their determination to block him at all costs, Ja-gang-cheon deliberately left them alone.

 

“I will definitely kill you with my own hands!”

 

It was when Hwangbo Taesan, vowing revenge, was turning away.

 

‘Now.’

 

Ja-gang-cheon, who had been still until now, kicked off the ground and moved.

 

“Huh!”

 

“St-stop him!”

 

With tremendous lightness skill, Ja-gang-cheon instantly leaped over the Maeng-ho Guard members and approached Hwangbo Taesan’s back.

 

“Young Lord!”

 

When Hwangbo Taesan, feeling a chilling sense of crisis, turned around, Ja-gang-cheon’s fist was already cutting through the air.

 

Having no time to dare face it, Hwangbo Taesan hastily crouched down on the spot. Even so, seeing the shadow stretched in the moonlight, he rolled to the side to escape.

 

It was a technique of rolling and dodging too shameful for a Young Lord of the Five Great Clans to display.

 

But as he consoled himself that it was a choice for revenge and got back up.

 

“Huh?”

 

He felt a stinging pain on his shoulder.

 

It had merely grazed him. Yet Ja-gang-cheon was already backing away as if nothing more was needed.

 

The Bihuang Fist Technique was lethal no matter what part of the body it touched.

 

“N-no!”

 

Hwangbo Taesan, denying reality as he took a step forward, felt the wounded area becoming hot as if burning with fire.

 

“Kuk!”

 

His breath was cut short, and the breath he forced out had a fishy smell.

 

Sweat poured from his entire body, and tears, snot, and saliva flowed out uncontrollably.

 

As his thoughts stopped due to the rapid changes in his body, sensation throughout his body began to dull.

 

Thud!

 

His body, having lost sensation, collapsed to the side.

 

The fortunate thing was that he couldn’t even feel pain.

 

He just used all his strength to breathe air, trying somehow to breathe through the stuffiness of not being able to breathe.

 

“I won’t kill you. There are many places where you’ll be needed in the future.”

 

On Ja-gang-cheon’s left fist that had grazed Hwangbo Taesan’s shoulder was not deadly poison but paralyzing poison.

 

Was it hope? Or despair?

 

Hwangbo Taesan lost consciousness before he could judge.

 

“Young Lord!”

 

The Maeng-ho Guard had lost the Lord, Young Lord, and the elder called the greatest master before their eyes. Though the Young Lord was still breathing faintly, they judged he would die.

 

But the Maeng-ho Guard’s despair didn’t end there.

 

“Kuk!”

 

A stifled groan was heard from behind the Maeng-ho Guard.

 

Turning their gaze, they saw a human figure collapsing powerlessly.

 

Hwangbo Homyeong, who was called one of the clan’s two great masters.

 

His body was already stained purple.

 

The poison technique that had gradually poisoned him had spread throughout his body.

 

Thud!

 

Though he resisted until the moment his breath stopped, he too eventually lost his life and collapsed.

 

Ja-gang-cheon in front, Song Ja-in behind.

 

The Maeng-ho Guard despaired.

 

“Since you invaded, you must have been prepared not to return, right?”

 

The trained Maeng-ho Guard did not beg for their lives.

 

Rather, they confirmed each other’s will and made one decision.

 

-Break through one side.

 

Among the threats front and back, the person they chose was Ja-gang-cheon.

 

-At least one person must survive and inform the clan of today’s disaster.

 

If they all died like this, the remaining clan members would suffer the same tragedy.

 

-At least they must be informed about the Bihuang Fist Technique and Dragon Scale Armor.

 

So they risked their lives and clashed with Ja-gang-cheon.

 

The youngest member took on the role of escaping. But Ja-gang-cheon didn’t retreat and instead charged forward.

 

Swoosh!

 

Without colliding, he used footwork to instantly pass through them, and the Maeng-ho Guard scattered as if they had been waiting.

 

Through countless training, dealing with such situations had become ingrained in their bodies.

 

‘One person can survive.’

 

But they had not properly understood Ja-gang-cheon.

 

Thud.

 

Ja-gang-cheon, having removed the Bihuang Fist Technique, swung his hand toward the four showing their backs.

 

Swish!

 

Eight nails flew precisely toward the back of the heads and backs of those fleeing.

 

The technique of Thousand Nail Blood Prison that the Demon Princess So-cheong-bi was proud of unfolded from the hands of her son Ja-gang-cheon.

 

“Kuk!”

 

“Kruk!”

 

“Keu.”

 

“Uk!”

 

There was not a single exception.

 

It was hidden weapon technique so clean that Song Ja-in, who had been pursuing at increased speed, felt embarrassed.

 

“Lord. Let me look at your injuries first.”

 

“There’s still one person left.”

 

Song Ja-in looked around with a puzzled expression. There were no living members of the Hwangbo Clan.

 

Since most had fallen to poison she had created, she was confident of their deaths. But at Ja-gang-cheon’s words, she remembered a forgotten figure.

 

“Hwangbo Jeong isn’t here.”

 

“Ah!”

 

She had forgotten because he was the one with the weakest martial arts. It was strange that he had come here with that body in the first place.

 

“Don’t rush. I know where he is.”

 

Ja-gang-cheon headed toward the warehouse where Gu Dong-gu was imprisoned.

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