Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 134

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Episode 134
Myeongwol Do raised his left arm sharply.
“Take him down, all of you!”
Before his cry had even finished—
Whish!
An arrow tore through the darkness like lightning.
Cheon Hui reached out and caught it mid-flight.
In that same instant, the sound of wind being split came rushing from all directions like a tidal wave.
He looked up and saw a rain of arrows ascending into the sky, only to arc downward in a curved descent directly toward him.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
Dozens of arrows struck home.
A smile played across Myeongwol Do’s lips.
But it did not last long.
Where the arrows had struck, Cheon Hui was no longer there.
……!
Feeling a murderous aura from right beside him, Myeongwol Do twisted his neck with a creaking sound.
“How…when…….”
Cheon Hui had already closed in on him.
“This isn’t the end, is it?”
Myeongwol Do tilted his chin upward ever so slightly.
At that, something long came hurtling through the air with a threatening whistle.
Snap!
Cheon Hui jerked his head to the side.
Whatever had passed so close it grazed his cheek struck the ground with a dull impact.
Cheon Hui’s eyes lit up as he beheld it.
‘A Wol Do?’
The Wol Do embedded in the earth was striking for its long shaft and crescent-shaped single blade.
As his gaze was drawn to a weapon rarely seen in Kangho, Myeongwol Do leaped backward.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Cheon Hui swept his right hand through the air.
And in that instant—
Brilliant flash!
Five rays of cyan light split the space asunder.
Janbeak Janbyeol Jjo!
The finger technique that had brought Myeongwol Do to the brink of madness now revealed itself to the world once more.
Startled, he quickly withdrew backward, escaping the effective range of Janbeak Janbyeol Jjo.
The technique that had been tearing through empty space embedded itself in the spot where Myeongwol Do had been standing.
Quiet silence, contrary to its devastating force.
But then the ground trembled, and with a deafening crack, earth burst upward.
Cold sweat ran down Myeongwol Do’s spine.
‘If that had connected…….’
His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily.
It was just as the rumors said.
Janbeak Janbyeol Jjo was widely known for its formidable power on its own merits.
But this—this was the true terror of Janbeak Janbyeol Jjo.
An Internal Force technique that destroyed what lay beneath the surface.
Penetrating Force at its absolute pinnacle!
Sa Hyeol Hwang had conquered All Under Heaven using only two martial arts: this Janbeak Janbyeol Jjo and Blood Gang Qi.
Myeongwol Do clenched his fists.
‘If only I could seize his Janbeak Janbyeol Jjo here…….’
His gaze pierced through Cheon Hui.
Fear had already vanished without a trace.
In its place arose desire.
As he slowly recalled the purpose of Ilwol Mun, the figure before him seemed like a jewel the likes of which would never appear again in All Under Heaven.
Currently, Sa Hyuk Ryeon’s interior was in turmoil.
Baek Gwi Seong’s faction destruction.
Yet the Sa Hyuk Ryeon Leader had shown no response whatsoever, so a vicious struggle must be raging within.
That is why the Ilwol Mun Leader, upon hearing that Cheon Hui had been discovered in the Bidong of Wuying Sintu, dispatched him with urgency.
And since he reported being in dire straits, hadn’t he even sent reinforcements?
Even at that—Hondon, one of the Four Great Dharma Protectors.
‘It’s possible with Hondon and the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin.’
His eyes curved like a crescent moon.
Hondon was one of the four strongest in Ilwol Mun, excluding the sect leader himself.
There were even rumors circulating recently that he’d reached the Heavenly Martial Realm.
Add to that the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin, which operated on a different level from the Hwangil Dan he’d discarded as expendable, and everything was in place.
And just to be safe, he’d brought along his disposable pieces—subordinates trained in the Chwihon Simbeop.
Everything was perfect.
‘Now it’s just a matter of time…….’
As Myeongwol Do’s lips began to curl.
‘Weaker than I expected.’
Meanwhile, Cheon Hui surveyed his palm with dissatisfaction.
Perhaps because he’d deployed the Plum Blossom Divine Art rather than Blood Gang Qi—the Janbeak Janbyeol Jjo seemed far too weak compared to its ranking in the Kangho records.
‘I’d have been better off deploying what I had in the Shadowed Bidong.’
While Cheon Hui was making comparisons.
Whoosh!
Ten members of the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin appeared from all directions at once, pressing in on Cheon Hui.
Swiftly—
Cheon Hui raised his fingers again.
Internal Force from the Plum Blossom Divine Art flowed out, and a blue energy gathered at his fingertips.
Slash! Slash!
Five streaks of cyan light tore mercilessly through those who came rushing in.
Splash!
A fountain of blood erupted skyward.
In less than a heartbeat, five fell lifeless.
Thud!
But the surviving five didn’t hesitate, even seeing what their comrades had suffered.
If anything, they came at him even more ferociously, brandishing their weapons.
As if that were all they had.
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“……Unbelievable.”
The man who had thrown the Wol Do watched the battle unfold in the open ground.
It was astonishing—one person after another from the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin were Peak Masters, yet their combined assault not only failed to drive him back; he was overwhelming them.
“To think the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin would be so thoroughly toyed with by a single opponent.”
His skill drew admiration without effort.
In contrast.
‘Those others are deadweight.’
His gaze shifted to the rear guard building a defensive formation beside him. Unlike the one displaying overwhelming Martial Prowess, they were struggling noticeably.
‘……He’s not connected to the Eight Great Clans, is he.’
Though he was traveling with the rear guard, there was a clear distance between them.
‘Then what exactly is his identity.’
His gaze pierced through Cheon Hui.
He’d observed him intently throughout the deployment of the Cheonra Jimang, yet couldn’t fathom his identity.
The Martial Arts he displayed weren’t just one or two—there were many.
Could he discern it by his aura?
That too was impossible.
‘There’s no trace of either fraud or Demonic Energy, but the Martial Arts and techniques he uses—no matter how I look at it—they’re definitely from the Evil Path…….’
Then the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin members sensed something unusual about their opponent and shifted their formation.
‘Hmm? Are they deploying that?’
The transformation of the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams, divided around Yin-Yang.
The nine-part Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin drew up their Internal Force slowly as they began to circle.
‘First time I’ve ever seen the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin deploy the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin Formation against just one opponent.’
The man’s eyes sharpened.
The Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin Formation was counted among the premier combined formations of Ilwol Mun.
‘They mean to kill him for certain.’
As the man watched intently.
Roar!
The Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin, having completed their formation, drew their weapons and drove into Cheon Hui’s space.
A sharp and flowing surge of energy.
That surge swirled around the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin as its center.
And that solid force lent them strength.
Crack!
The moment the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin disciples receiving that force were about to tear the young man apart.
Screech—
A fracture appeared in the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin.
No—the space between the disciples and Cheon Hui was beginning to warp and distort.
“……!”
The man’s pupils trembled violently.
A familiar momentum was emanating from Cheon Hui as he stood against the Cheong Il Gae Yeom Jin.
“That is……!”
As the man struggled to conceal his horror.
‘Then let me break through it now.’
Cheon Hui drew up his Internal Force.
The method to break through Cheonra Jimang was simple.
To plant terror in their hearts.
If those who deployed Cheonra Jimang feared death, what would become of it?
It was the same principle as a net, no matter how tightly woven, becoming useless the moment a hole appeared in it.
‘That would be perfect.’
In that instant, Cheon Hui’s lips twisted horizontally into a smile.
“……!”
The disciples of Cheong Il froze in place.
Though they had not stopped even when certain death awaited them, they were now frozen solid as ice.
A brilliant white smile revealed between his lips.
The moment they beheld it, a primal terror—long forgotten—surged up from the depths of their being.
Then Cheon Hui came into their sight, both hands rising.
Pale white hands emerging from his sleeves.
The disciples could not swallow their tension as those hands began to move.
A palm technique? A hand technique? A finger technique? Some other art?
As they prepared to defend against whatever attack might come.
Whoosh—
Cheon Hui drew both hands up to his chest and brought them together as if grasping something.
An eerie gesture, as though cradling a sphere within his palms.
The disciples watched this strange gesture, cold sweat streaming down their faces.
Hisssss—
A sudden transformation occurred.
Between his widely spread palms, a massive vortex began to form.
Screech!
It drew everything around it inward.
Not only the overturned earth and rocks, but fallen trees and the disciples of Ilwol Mun as well!
“Ugh, ugh!”
The disciples thrashed, trying to resist being pulled in.
But the harder they struggled, the more intensely they were drawn forward.
Crunch!
Tangled with soil and stone and wood, they began to be ground to pieces.
“Ah, ahhhhh!”
“Save, save me…….”
As one convulsed in agony, reaching out with tears streaming down his face, the suction only accelerated further.
Snap-crack!
The sickening sound of bone and flesh pulverizing echoed out as the forms compressed into one.
“That, that is!”
Myeongwol Do, watching from a distance, cried out in horror.
There was only one bizarre martial art in All Under Heaven that could generate such a vortex.
Now long dead.
One who once matched the foremost master of the Evil Path alongside the lord of Ilwol Mun.
The secret and absolute technique of Baek Sa Sin!
“Guucheon Aprae!”
The vortex, ever condensing, now began to sever even the space itself.
And then Cheon Hui released his Internal Force.
Boom!
The bodies of the assassins being drawn toward Cheon Hui were torn to shreds, then instantly became nothing but a handful of blood and viscera.
“…….”
A suffocating silence hung in the air.
Cheon Hui’s eyes gleamed as he lightly skimmed across the blood pooled to his ankles using the Water-Skimming Technique.
“Running again?”
His blade shot toward Myeongwol Do like an arrow as the man spun to flee.
“Gasp!”
Startled by the sudden assault, Myeongwol Do raised his curved saber to block.
Thud!
But the sword pierced through his throat like a flash of light, rendering his defense useless.
The Chuuhon Geom!
True to its name, the Chuuhon Geom pursued Myeongwol Do’s very soul and claimed his life.
“……!”
Cheon Hui stared at Myeongwol Do’s eyes, still wide in the moment before his own death realized him, then withdrew the blade from his throat.
The instant his body fell.
Whoosh!
A man descended from the sky.
The neatly bearded man’s appearance was less striking than his attire.
Left side black, right side white.
His robes were divided precisely down the middle—a strange and deliberate division.
“Pathetic wretch.”
The man, standing beside the Wol Do planted in the ground, gazed at Myeongwol Do’s corpse for a moment.
Boom!
He brought his left foot down hard.
In that instant, the Wol Do came free and rose into the air, landing in his palm.
Grasping the blade with fluid grace, he spun it in a half-circle and swept it horizontally toward Cheon Hui with tremendous force.
Whoooosh!
As the Wol Do cut through the air, Cheon Hui opened his left palm.
Clang!
A metallic ring that seemed impossible from a mere hand striking a blade—the man stumbled back a step.
“……!”
The man planted the Wol Do back in the earth and carefully unclenched his trembling hand.
‘Bantan Gang Gi?’
His fingers were shaking slightly.
The impact from the collision had transmitted through the hilt into his grip.
‘What is this?’
His brow furrowed.
‘Even if I didn’t swing with full force, to meet the Heuk Wol Do head-on with all my Internal Force intact—’
His eyes fixed on Cheon Hui.
Confidence radiating from every line of his face, backed by a fierce presence and martial prowess.
And bearing the martial arts of Baek Sa Sin besides.
This was no ordinary man.
Then Cheon Hui spoke first.
“You’re not Hondon, are you?”
The man’s eyebrows twitched.
“You knew of this one’s identity?”
“Tsk. So it really was Hondon?”
Cheon Hui’s face fell, disappointment washing over it.
“I was hoping for the Four Fiends, but you’re just some small-time nobody. I’m let down.”

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