Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 125

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Chapter 125
“Impressive.”
Myeong Weol Do’s voice was measured.
The subordinates he had brought with him.
Though he had lost them all, his composure remained remarkably unshaken.
“Not merely the Janbaek Janhyeol Jo, but footwork, hand techniques, leg techniques, sword forms…….”
His eyes gleamed with an eerie light.
“All ascending martial arts.”
“You’ve got a keen eye.”
Cheon Hui slung his sword across his shoulder.
“They’re passable techniques, certainly.”
“……The legacy that Mu Yeong Shin Tu left behind was more substantial than I thought.”
“Wow. You really are stubborn.”
Cheon Hui clicked his tongue.
Maybe it was some restless ghost of Mu Yeong Shin Tu, unable to find his belongings even in death.
He was sick to death of Myeong Weol Do’s endless mentions of Mu Yeong Shin Tu.
“Enough. If you’re coming, come quickly.”
Cheon Hui raised his sword again, flicking it provocatively.
An action bordering on provocation.
Combined with his tone of annoyance, the taunt carried even more weight.
“Quite confident, aren’t you.”
Myeong Weol Do remained entirely unruffled.
Instead, his expression grew colder still as he gripped his Geodo with both hands.
His eyes sank with a fixed stare.
“The Hwang Il Dan may be the martial force acknowledged by the Orthodox Sect, but compared to other organizations, they’re mere children. Do you truly believe your lord stands on equal footing with such insects?”
Equal footing?
Certainly, measured against the members of Hwang Il Dan, Myeong Weol Do’s martial prowess was overwhelming.
Jeoljeong and the Mueuk Jigyeong.
The chasm between those two realms was simply too vast.
And the faint blood-scent that emanated from his form spoke of one who had endured countless trials.
But.
“Isn’t it all the same?”
Only slightly better—still essentially identical.
‘Jeoljeong or Mueuk Jigyeong.’
Myeong Weol Do’s eyebrows twitched.
“If your aim was provocation, you’ve succeeded.”
“Not particularly.”
Cheon Hui replied flatly.
He had merely spoken the truth; there was no real intent to provoke.
Yet those words deeply stung the man who had been calmly composing himself.
“I’d like nothing more than to tear your limbs from your body and kill you right now…….”
He released an explosion of Internal Force.
A vile, demonic energy filled Bidong, and the martial artists reacted violently.
“Ugh, aaargh!”
“Hegh!”
Several turned pale, their legs giving way beneath them as they crumpled to the ground.
As more fell into confusion, Yeoraesin Gwon and Nahan Seung began clasping their hands urgently, chanting the Buddha Call.
“……Amitabha Buddha.”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
The Buddha Call that resonated softly began to slowly push back Myeong Weol Do’s malevolent energy.
Veins stood out on Yeoraesin Gwon’s forehead.
‘The rumors of Kangho cannot be trusted!’
Myeong Weol Do was known in the world to possess martial prowess at the Mueuk Jigyeong level, yet rumor had it he fell far short of the elders of the great sects.
‘But this martial prowess now…….’
Sweat beaded on his brow.
Myeong Weol Do’s martial prowess far exceeded his expectations, utterly surpassing what he had anticipated.
‘It rivals my own.’
Meanwhile, Cheon Hui remained unaffected even as the malevolent energy surged.
‘From the aura, it’s the Tyrant Blade technique.’
Cheon Hui had readied himself for the battle to come.
He’d wanted to gauge how much martial prowess he’d absorbed from within, but his opponents thus far had been too weak to measure against.
‘At least they’re better than those fools from before.’
Then lightning flickered across Myeong Weol Do’s pupils, and his eyes began to turn a sickly yellow.
The Heart Technique he had cultivated.
As the Raejeon Myeongwi Gong manifested, a change rippled through his eyes.
The pale yellow gaze stretched long and thin.
Haaaa!
His Martial Robe billowed violently.
“I’ll subdue you for now.”
Myeong Weol Do, speaking in a low murmur, leaned his upper body forward slowly.
Whoosh!
He shot forward like an arrow.
‘Quite an interesting footwork method.’
It was a distinctly unusual movement technique.
His upper body, which had stamped the ground as if there were no retreat, tilted sharply forward.
Myeong Weol Do channeled the weight and mass of the Geodo downward while accelerating his speed.
Swift!
In a blink, Myeong Weol Do reached the space three steps before Cheon Hui and thrust the Geodo upward from below.
Whoosh!
Cheon Hui tilted his head back.
The Geodo whistled past just beneath his jaw, unleashing a tremendous pressure of wind.
‘……He dodged?’
Meanwhile, Myeong Weol Do’s pupils trembled.
What he had just unleashed was the third form of the Raejeon Do—his most celebrated signature technique.
The Raejeon Bisang.
It was one of his most confident forms, executed at extreme speed.
Yet his opponent had evaded it effortlessly.
‘Few can dodge this.’
Myeong Weol Do’s eyes narrowed.
Speed at odds with the weight of the Geodo.
For this reason, those encountering his Sword Technique for the first time typically lost their lives to the Raejeon Bisang.
‘This one won’t be easy after all.’
His gaze pierced through Cheon Hui.
Upper body exposed from the effort of dodging the blade.
“Hah!”
Myeong Weol Do immediately twisted the Geodo.
As he attempted to reverse the blade that had been lifted at high speed, his muscles screamed and swelled enormously.
Crack—
His Martial Robe finally gave way, tearing, and the thick arm muscles hidden beneath were exposed to the world.
As sinews began to rise along his forearm.
Crack!
He brought the blade down with all his might.
Crack!
In that instant, lightning descended through the empty air.
The fourth form of the Raejeon Do.
The Raeeung Gaecheon.
‘Oho—he can manage even that?’
Lifting his head, Cheon Hui watched as the Geodo that had soared upward came crashing down again.
Slower than the earlier Raejeon Bisang, yet superior in both power and offensive potential.
Cheon Hui raised his sword as he watched the lightning.
Crack!
Lightning sparked in the void.
The Raeeung Gaecheon met Cheon Hui’s blade that had appeared without warning, and the electric force dissipated in a single breath.
‘The Raeeung Gaecheon, too?’
Myeong Weol Do’s eyes widened.
“……!”
Suddenly a warning bell chimed in his mind.
Panicking, he glanced downward.
Somehow the opponent’s pure white sword had already begun to sweep toward his waist.
Slash!
He planted his feet and sprang backward.
“To mount a counterattack in that situation.”
Myeong Weol Do’s eyes darkened.
That blade flashing in the split second just now.
Had he remained standing as he was, his waist would have been severed in two.
Then.
“My turn this time.”
Cheon Hui moved.
The Baekryeon Sword in his hand swung with an eerie, uncanny silence.
Swish—
Myeong Weol Do twisted his blade to intercept.
Clang!
“Kgh!”
Myeong Weol Do gasped.
Such devastating power in a single stroke.
The impact transmitted through shook the Geodo wildly, rippling like water.
But that was only the beginning.
“It’s not over yet.”
Cheon Hui’s blade transformed.
Now swift, now majestic.
The variations came so fast and numerous that following them felt impossible.
‘This cannot be…!’
Myeong Weol Do swallowed hard.
The overwhelming barrage of sword strikes—he was no match for this opponent’s skill.
‘A monster like this actually exists…!’
Cheon Hui caught sight of the shock written across Myeong Weol Do’s face and smiled coldly.
“Try blocking this.”
The words had barely left his lips.
Clang! Clang!
Cheon Hui’s blade came crashing down in a relentless assault.
Myeong Weol Do, positioned in the center, was driven backward step by step.
Then—
His back met the wall.
Trapped, Myeong Weol Do drew every last shred of Internal Energy and swung the Geodo with all his might.
His ultimate technique, unleashed with everything he had.
The Wind-Swept Thunder Blade.
Wind roared like a tempest, engulfing the blade as lightning streaked forth to consume his opponent.
But.
Shwing!
Cheon Hui’s sword flashed first, cleaving through his right shoulder.
“Arrgghhh!”
Myeong Weol Do shrieked in agony.
“Quite the voice you have.”
Cheon Hui regarded him coolly.
His screaming form was a pitiful sight.
Blood poured from the cleanly severed shoulder in a torrent, soaking the ground, while his right arm lay convulsing on the floor.
“Damn it all!”
Myeong Weol Do bit his lip.
He pressed hard against the wound with his left hand, but the blood continued to gush.
‘At this rate, I’ll die.’
Perhaps it was the proximity of death.
His mind raced with clarity unlike anything before.
‘I cannot die like this. I absolutely cannot.’
The Sect Leader’s command to bring back “Lin” had already faded from memory.
What filled his rational mind now was singular.
Only the desperate hunger to live.
In an instant, he spun himself around.
Splash!
And bolted toward the iron gate.
“Huh? He’s gone?”
Cheon Hui watched Myeong Weol Do disappear beyond the iron gate, then sheathed his sword.
Yeoraesin Gwon asked in confusion.
“Aren’t you going to chase him?”
“Why bother?”
“But if you let him slip away now, he might seek revenge later…….”
“Then there’s no need to track him down myself. That works out nicely.”
“T-track him down? You don’t mean the Ilwol Moon, do you?”
“Yes.”
Yeoraesin Gwon’s jaw fell slack.
Who in All Under Heaven would speak so casually of confronting the Ilwol Moon?
Even the Murim Alliance Lord or the Bi Cheon Society Lord would find such words difficult to utter.
Yet this young man…….
Yeoraesin Gwon studied Cheon Hui intently, then posed the question that mattered most in this moment.
“Are you Orthodox Sect or Unorthodox Sect?”
Yeoraesin Gwon’s eyes held Cheon Hui within their gaze.
The martial arts this youth had displayed.
They offered no clear answer to that question.
At times they seemed purely Orthodox.
At times they seemed purely Unorthodox.
As if he had erased the boundary between the two.
“What you see is what there is.”
“What I see?”
“If you see me as Orthodox, then I am Orthodox. If you see me as Unorthodox, then I am Unorthodox, isn’t that right?”
“What manner of answer is that?”
“It’s about the heart of the one who sees.”
……!
Yeoraesin Gwon’s eyes widened in revelation.
What did it matter whether this young man before him belonged to the Orthodox or the Unorthodox?
What truly mattered was how he conducted himself, did it not?
“Amitabha Buddha…….”
A serene smile bloomed across Yeoraesin Gwon’s lips as he softly chanted the Buddha Call.
‘Hah. I took refuge in the Buddha’s path, yet I gazed upon people with narrow eyes, blinded by the ideals of Kangho.’
As Yeoraesin Gwon turned his gaze inward.
‘Did I exert myself too much?’
Cheon Hui pressed a hand to his stomach.
Having eaten only a single Byeokgok Dan on an empty belly, even the modest exertion of his martial arts left his stomach hollow again.
His eyes drifted toward Yeoraesin Gwon.
‘Should I ask him for another Byeokgok Dan if he has one left? No. Better to leave this place and find some wine and meat instead of choking down another one of those flavorless things.’
As Cheon Hui nodded to himself—’Mm, mm’—he moved thought into action at once.
Thump!
The moment his foot struck the ground, Cheon Hui vanished from Yeoraesin Gwon’s sight in an instant.
“Hah. Remarkable. Truly remarkable.”
Yeoraesin Gwon smiled in admiration at the swiftness of Cheon Hui’s movement.
“A saint has emerged in Kangho.”
Yeoraesin Gwon slowly turned his body.
In that moment, those who had been pressed against the walls of Bidong held their breath.
‘Damn. Why did we side with Ilwol Moon?’
‘Why did Myeong Weol Do have to lose?’
They were drenched in cold sweat.
Sorim and Ilwol Moon.
Choosing Ilwol Moon had been a grave mistake.
Just as they were carefully trying to hide themselves from Yeoraesin Gwon’s gaze.
“All of you, come forward.”
Yeoraesin Gwon called to Nahan Seung.
After that, he nodded to himself upon seeing the collapsed wall through which Cheon Hui had emerged.
“Now then, let us examine what lies behind the wall.”

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