Heavenly Demon Divine Saint - Chapter 25

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Chapter 25
Whoooosh!
While the disciples scrambled in confusion, I gathered my inner energy through the Yongcheon acupoint in the soles of my feet.
Concentrating and compressing my power into the Yongcheon acupoint until I reached its limit, I kicked off the ground.
Boom!
My body shot forward like a beam of light. As I collided with the Jagui Sect Leader’s silhouette flickering through the white smoke, Yang Bong flew backward, crashing through the formation behind him.
“What, what was that?!”
“He’s broken through!!”
Boom!
Without losing momentum, I kicked off the ground again.
I unleashed a barrage of strikes, yet Yang Bong remained unscathed. Instead of dull impact sounds, a strange metallic ring continued to echo.
‘Does he have protective armor on?’
Then, at the sound of air being torn apart, I came to an abrupt halt.
‘Damn it!’
A blade flashed before my eyes. Too late to block, I bent my knees and arched my back.
As the sword passed, shearing away chunks of my hair, my emotions surged violently.
‘This bastard?’
Crash! Bang!
I struck the face of the swordsman and pressed forward again.
‘Amitabha Buddha!’
All around me were wretches blinded by petty desires, buying and selling humans like livestock.
The way they reeked of killing intent seemed to beg me not to show mercy, so I increased the output of my Muryeong technique.
Cutting through the smoke, whenever something flickered into view, I drove my strikes home without hesitation.
Slashing blades, shattering bones, kicking at solar plexuses—as I advanced, the courtyard transformed into a hellscape in mere moments.
“Gahhhhh!”
“That, that creature is moving! Be careful!”
“Shut up and clear the smoke——!”
The sound of chains rattling echoed, and the disciples’ voices began cutting off one by one. Kang Hyun had burst through the smoke.
Boom!
The moment I emerged from the smoke, a massive sword aura—as if dozens of blades had been layered together—crashed down upon me.
“…!”
It was a vicious aura that descended indiscriminately, cutting down both enemy and ally alike.
Whooooooosh!
I drew my Muryeong technique to its peak and unleashed the Arhat Fist.
Though nearly instinctive, the technique ingrained in my body released a heavy fist aura.
Boom!
As I shattered the sword aura, a bone-shaking vibration spread through me, followed by pain.
“So the young one has some skill after all.”
I suppressed the trembling in my hands and looked at him.
A pointed chin, a long scar splitting one eye, murky pupils, and a repulsive tone—all converging to create an atmosphere of malice.
“Tsk, playing around as you please. Do you have no regard for your subordinates or anything else?”
“That’s not what you should be concerned about.”
Yang Bong let out a scoff.
“If you’ve fallen into a pit of fire, focus solely on preserving your life. Don’t overstep your bounds so carelessly.”
Boom!
Cheon So-hyun closed the distance by executing a perfect footwork technique, immediately throwing a straight punch that Yang Bong easily deflected with his blade.
“Your strikes lack refinement.”
In the same breath, a sword light aimed at my vital points came crashing down like lightning.
Crash! Bang!
I countered the relentless assault with the Prajna Palm, parrying and redirecting the blade, but the overwhelming force behind each strike steadily increased the burden on my defense.
‘So this is what a true swordmaster is capable of.’
I searched for openings to counterattack between the razor-sharp sword strikes, yet his controlled swordsmanship left no gaps to exploit.
Meanwhile, the qi infused in his blade was vast and sharp, leaving sword marks across my body in multiple places.
Yang Bong, confident he had seized victory, sneered mockingly.
“When you burst through the door with such fanfare, I thought a prodigy from some Mysterious Force had arrived. Yet this is the extent of your skill? I cannot fathom how you were so arrogant before.”
Yang Bong’s lips curled into a long, one-sided smile.
“Why not preserve yourself while you still can? Don’t spoil my mood with pathetic struggles. It would be troublesome if the merchandise gets damaged.”
Despite his words, Yang Bong’s offensive grew increasingly fierce.
A heavier sword qi tore through the air in a devastating rush, and the sharp blade tip grazed past my neck by mere inches.
His swordsmanship, drawing strange curves as it pressed forward, was filled with ease, cold mockery, and ridicule.
Soon, a strike I failed to evade cleanly cut across my shoulder.
“What a shame. Had it been just a bit deeper, I would have severed it cleanly.”
Yang Bong wore a bloodstained smile before changing his tone.
“It seems you’re beginning to struggle. Why not surrender? I’ll spare you the treatment of a slave and find you a suitable buyer instead. It’s better than losing your head, wouldn’t you say?”
“Will you?”
“So you insist on drinking the bitter cup of punishment.”
Boom!
The moment Yang Bong’s blade descended vertically, I exerted my footwork technique with all my strength.
The inner force I squeezed from my dantian and pulled upward shook the very earth, causing Yang Bong’s balance to crumble momentarily.
Crash!
My straight punch, driving into his solar plexus, sent Yang Bong staggering backward, blood spraying from his mouth.
“Ugh.”
A fierce light ignited in my eyes.
Whoooosh!!
Judging that further restraint was meaningless, pure white flame blossomed from my palm center.
Yang Bong’s eyes widened in shock.
“T-Threefold Samadhi Flame?”
It was a technique only masters possessing formidable inner force could manifest.
‘How could such a young fool possess such a technique? And why reveal it now of all times?’
Sensing the ominous turn, Yang Bong hastily scattered his sword qi and retreated, but I swiftly pursued, shattering his energy in rapid succession.
“Where are you running off to in such a hurry? When did you ever show restraint?”
Cheon So-hyun’s eyes flickered with white light.
‘It’s different.’
The movement was entirely transformed. A sense of liberation, as though the boulders crushing my limbs had been cast away, permeated my entire body.
As I drew forth the Samadhi Ascension, dormant magma erupted—the circulation of my vital force accelerated to a feverish pace, churning with far greater intensity.
‘So this is the essence of the Hundred Refinements.’
The function of the Spiritless Divine Art. Through flame-transmutation, it awakened the body and amplified strength with remarkable efficacy.
Crash! Bang!
Against the avalanche of fist techniques, Yang Bong flailed his blade in convulsive desperation.
Crash!
Yet the incomprehensible force sent Yang Bong’s sword flying, and through the exposed opening, my fists poured forth mercilessly.
“…!”
Pure white flames clung to his robes as his protective armor lost its function. Consumed by the searing agony that scorched his flesh, Yang Bong cried out urgently.
“W-wait! I have a proposal for you. Just…!”
“Why would you seek mercy at the end of your life when you never once extended it? You’ll meet the fate you deserve.”
The heat radiating from Cheon So-hyun intensified further.
Crash! Bang! Bang!!
I struck his jaw, hammered his chest, then drove my heel down upon his knee.
Teeth scattered, bones shattered, blood sprayed—but the flames consumed it all, leaving no trace.
“I’ll send you to the Eight Hells.”
Cheon So-hyun twisted his shoulders, condensing all his power into a single point. My left palm traced a brilliant arc, boring through Yang Bong’s sternum.
“Krraaaagh!”
As bones crumbled and my strike penetrated nearly an inch into his chest.
Crash!
A brilliant white force erupted from my grip.
A Great Palm Technique.
“Gasp! Wheeze!”
Only after Yang Bong’s body flew far into the distance did Cheon So-hyun exhale the breath I had been holding. My entire body burned.
‘Was that too much?’
My lungs felt as though they were charring, my head spun, and I felt my vital force draining rapidly from my body.
The price of drawing forth such excessive power—my internal organs were devastated.
The signs were ominous. Would I fall into infirmity again, plagued by internal injuries?
“Cough! Spit!”
Even so, I harbored no regret.
-Your methods are far too excessive. How do you intend to repay this karmic debt? No matter how exquisite your martial arts, they hold no meaning if they stray from the Buddhist path….
The Elder Monk’s words, suddenly chiding me for excessive action, surfaced in my memory.
I had heard such reproaches often, but since they came from my earliest years, I could not recall how I had answered then.
Perhaps I had rolled my eyes and retorted whether such villains deserved consideration, then spent considerable time confined to the Wall-Facing Cave.
Certainly, my youth was marked by impetuousness and insufficient discipline, yet from the moment the Previous Abbot guided me in my initiation until now, my resolve has never wavered.
If embedding the Way into martial arts leads to nothing but indifference, then it holds no meaning.
No, I think it goes beyond meaningless—it borders on sin.
No matter how precious faith and compassion are, they’re not valuable enough to uphold even when punishing beasts.
If such a mindset is impious enough to have caused my fall into the Demonic Sect….
“Ptui!”
I’d sooner abandon Nirvana itself.
* * *
“Huff.”
Kang Hyun toyed with the disciples within the mist, maintaining his advantage.
Posing as one of their own to sow confusion, freezing the mouths of the fallen and hurling them to amplify the chaos.
‘Is it really working this well?’
It was so effective that he wondered if the admission requirement for Ja Gwi Moon was stupidity itself.
‘I need to finish this quickly and help him.’
Just as he was about to press forward again.
Whoooosh!
A violent wind swept through, dispersing the mist. Kang Hyun’s gaze naturally lifted toward the Main Hall above.
“And who are you?”
A figure in crimson robes bearing an unusual pattern was fanning themselves with a fan.
“As an outsider, I had no intention of interfering, but this seems to be growing dangerous. Wouldn’t it be wise to stop here?”
Kang Hyun let out a hollow laugh.
“Funny bastard. You say you’re an outsider, yet you keep sticking your nose in, telling me to stop?”
“Because it’s clear you’ll die otherwise. That would be disadvantageous for me as well, wouldn’t it?”
“Die? Me?”
Kang Hyun glanced around. The surviving disciples cowered, unable to even meet his eyes.
“Against these weaklings?”
“Surely not them. You’ll die at the hands of the Sect Leader. You’ve already crossed far too many lines. If you wish to preserve your life, stopping now would be wise.”
“Funny bastard. When the Sect Leader returns, they’ll either be a cripple or a corpse. Why should I care about that? Are you worried my dreams will be troubled? Then why don’t you perform a ritual for me instead? Looking at your clothes, you seem like just the….”
Heuk Si pulled up one corner of his mouth.
“You really don’t understand what I’m saying, do you? Is it the same with all of lowborn blood?”
“What?”
“Ah, or perhaps not? I was certain it would be so. Someone who hid in the Borderlands learning ice techniques, who came charging in enraged by human trafficking—surely you must be….”
Whoosh!
Kang Hyun swung his broadsword, creating a blade wind.
Clang!
Heuk Si, having deflected the pure white blade wind, wore a sinister smile.
“So I was right after all.”
Heuk Si had no sense of duty or justification that would compel him to act simply because someone had invaded Ja Gwi Moon.
To him, Ja Gwi Moon was merely a relationship bound by money, and besides, Yang Bong was a powerhouse who required no concern.
Thus he had maintained his stance of non-interference.
‘To think I’d find them in a place like this.’
The cold aura stirred suspicious thoughts, and the moment those thoughts hardened into certainty, his attitude could only change.
“My, what a fortunate day this is turning out to be….”
That was when it happened.
Boom!
Without warning, a figure plummeted from the sky, crashing down between Heuk Si and Kang Hyun.
The disciples of Ja Gwi Moon felt their faces drain of color at the shocking sight.
“…!!”
The one embedded in the ground was Jagui Sect Leader Yang Bong. And piercing through his chest was a gaping hole—large enough to fit an adult man’s head.

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