Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 193

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Episode 193
“That’s it.”
At Baek Pa Gun’s pointed declaration of Seophon Moonju, Cheon Hui’s smile spread across his face.
“I like the fire in that.”
It was a temperament he approved of.
A martial match with Shenxi’s fate at stake.
And if the first to step forward acted with such swagger, the morale of his side could only rise.
And just as he’d thought.
“Baek Pa Gun the Great Master, as expected!”
“No matter how formidable the Shin Joo Sa Pae, they’ll have to yield before Baek Pa Gun the Great Master!”
The camp erupted in excitement.
Especially among the smaller sects that had suffered at the hands of Shin Joo Sa Pae—not just the Daoists—the fervor rose as though it might tear the sky.
But not everyone shared that sentiment.
“A double-edged blade, that.”
Ha U Jin muttered quietly to himself.
His gaze fixed on Baek Pa Gun held a flicker of concern.
The bold declaration was admirable enough.
But if he lost in the match now, the advantage would swing entirely to the other side.
It wouldn’t merely pass over.
It would surely kindle even greater morale and momentum for the Pae faction’s camp.
Yet he shook his head shortly after.
The one who had stepped forward was Baek Pa Gun.
In Kangho, it was difficult to maintain a single-successor sect.
The moment the master died, the lineage was severed, was it not?
Yet So Geom Moon had persisted as a single-successor sect for centuries, so there could be no doubt about his skill.
“I wish he hadn’t worked himself into such a frenzy.”
Ha U Jin let his only concern slip cautiously from his lips.
‘The confidence is good, the directness is good, but of all opponents to face…’
Cheon Hui watched the opposing camp intently.
As his eyes deepened upon the three men and women before him.
“How dare you address the sect leader?”
“Speaking so brazenly…”
Meanwhile, Baek Pa Gun’s sharp bearing stirred murmurs from the Shin Joo Sa Pae camp as well.
Especially Seophon Moonju, directly named, drew every eye.
“This old fool…”
Seophon Moonju’s face twisted.
“Hoh. Seems there’s some grudge afoot.”
The woman standing behind Sagui Bangju, who sat in his chair, covered her mouth with her sleeve and asked.
Crunch—
Seophon Moonju ground his teeth.
The enmity with Baek Pa Gun had arisen entirely without his foresight.
‘Had I only been more careful…’
Seophon Moonju’s expression darkened.
In his haste to expand his influence, he’d come into conflict with a small trading company—only to learn too late that the proprietor’s wife was Baek Pa Gun’s adopted daughter.
“Why do you hesitate? Come out.”
Baek Pa Gun hurled another provocation.
“Am I, Baek Pa Gun, so terrifying?”
As the taunts continued, the crowd, who had until now plugged their ears, suddenly found their hearing return, and broke into cheers.
“Wahhh!”
“Baek Pa Gun! Baek Pa Gun!”
As the atmosphere tilted decisively toward the confident figure of Baek Pa Gun.
“An amusing character.”
A whisper echoed across the field.
It was a very low, measured voice.
Yet it cut through the roaring crowd like a current of cold air, turning their jubilation to a chill in their chests.
And then.
“Let’s keep to our agreement.”
The man standing beside Seophon Moonju began to walk slowly up onto the Training Platform.
Step… step…
Unhurried footfalls.
And as the crowd watching fell silent as a mouse, only the sound of footsteps filled Cheongya Field.
Moments later, the man stood upon the Training Platform.
Baek Pa Gun’s brow twitched.
Ordinarily he would not have stepped forward for such a thing, but he had accepted this Martial Match precisely to face Seophon Moonju.
Yet they had remained hidden in the shadows, and instead a six-foot-tall man of unknown identity, his conical hat pulled low, had come forward.
“So Seophon Moonju won’t come out, but you will?”
“It doesn’t seem to specify that the sect leader must personally step forward.”
“It seems my stepping out has made you nervous.”
Baek Pa Gun’s lips curled in a sneer.
“Heh heh heh.”
Beneath the wide hat, the man’s mouth twisted.
“Quite the confidence you have.”
“What?”
“But have you never considered this?”
The man let out a contemptuous laugh as he spoke.
“That there’s no need for the sect leader to face someone like you at all.”
……
At the man’s words—provocation answered with provocation—Baek Pa Gun’s face went rigid.
At the same moment, his fury reached its peak.
Whish.
Baek Pa Gun’s hand moved to his waist.
The White Blade, which had walked through countless battlefields with him across the decades, was drawn.
At the familiar feel of the blade settling into his palm, Baek Pa Gun closed his eyes, then opened them, steadying his breath.
The rage subsided.
And in its place, killing intent surged forth.
“Fine killing intent.”
Beneath the hat, the corners of the man’s mouth rose. Then he placed his hand on the wide brim and ripped it away.
In that instant.
“Gasp!”
“Shriek!”
“What—your face?!”
Cries and exclamations erupted from all sides. The revealed face of the man was covered in scars.
They were no ordinary wounds.
Across his cheeks, forehead, nose, and even his neck ran terrible blade marks.
So ghastly that several of the onlookers screwed their eyes shut and turned their heads away.
Then the man’s mouth opened.
“Janshil.”
The one who uttered what seemed by all appearances to be an alias drew his blade.
A sword with a ruddy gleam, as though it held blood within its steel, was revealed.
Baek Pa Gun, watching, likewise drew the White Blade slowly from its sheath.
There were no more words between them.
They simply took their stances.
Baek Pa Gun’s eyes, with their sharply divided black and white, blazed with keen killing intent.
By contrast, Janshil remained composed.
They stared at one another for a moment.
“Hya!”
Baek Pa Gun let out a shout.
Clang!
Sword and blade collided, their impact sharp as a rending of air.
Janshil deflected the blade with ease.
Yet Baek Pa Gun was no one to fall prey to such simple techniques.
Thud-thud-thud!
Twisting his arm, Baek Pa Gun swung the blade in reverse grip upward toward Janshil’s waist in a vicious stroke.
An extraordinary shift in angle.
Ching!
But Janshil too proved to be a formidable master, blocking the blade strike with his sword.
Clang!
Brilliant sparks erupted.
They blazed so brightly that even those standing far from the Training Platform could see them clearly.
Ting! Ching!
Sword and saber cut through the air, their sharp collision ringing out in an unbroken chain.
The watching crowd stood transfixed, fists clenched, unable to tear their eyes from the intense clash.
“Tch, what a fierce exchange of technique!”
“Hmph, Baek Pa Gun is counted among the finest Daoists in Shenxi, so who in heaven’s name is this man……?”
Someone murmured into the silence.
Most of the onlookers had expected Baek Pa Gun to win the moment the sect leader of Shin Joo Sa Pae failed to appear himself.
Yet the scarred man who had taken the sect leader’s place in the Martial Match was proving them thoroughly wrong, trading blows with Baek Pa Gun with terrifying intensity.
“Doesn’t it look like Baek Pa Gun’s being pushed back now……?”
One of the spectators whispered to his neighbor.
“Really? I thought it still seemed evenly matched to me…….”
The man beside him answered hesitantly.
Those who didn’t know the first character of Martial Arts could not fathom what was unfolding before them.
They only saw sparks scatter, felt torrents of energy crash down.
That was all they had to judge by.
But those trained in Martial Arts saw differently.
“None of his offense is landing,” Cheon Hui said quietly.
He spoke without apparent emotion.
“……Where did such a master come from?” Ha U Jin made no effort to hide his shock.
Baek Pa Gun was, by all accounts, a Skilled Expert who had reached the Mueuk Jigyeong realm, wielding Sword Qi with absolute freedom.
Yet his opponent was proving far from easy prey.
“At this rate, he will lose,” Cheon Hui said flatly.
Inwardly, however, a smile bloomed unbidden.
‘I was worried mediocre rabble would show up.’
He had fully intended to root out Shin Joo Sa Pae from the ground up.
‘If they sent men of this caliber, it will be all the easier to uproot them completely.’
Cheon Hui’s eyes narrowed to slits.
The strength of men like Janshil and the others from Shin Joo Sa Pae was considerable.
‘Especially that strange woman.’
The woman standing behind Sagui Bangju.
The Killing Intent she concealed was far superior to that of the other two.
It was at that moment, as Cheon Hui surveyed them all.
“Enough of this pointless skirmishing,” Janshil said abruptly.
His saber transformed.
Where before it had been wielded with smooth, razor-sharp precision, now it was different.
Heavy and fast.
Two contradictions.
Yet no description fit Janshil’s saber more perfectly now than these.
“……!”
Baek Pa Gun’s eyes widened.
‘A master of this caliber……why here?’
Doubt was his first thought.
Though called Shin Joo Sa Pae, Seophon Moon was merely a rising sect that had barely made a name for itself.
Yet such a formidable swordsman had appeared among them.
But his doubt lingered only briefly.
The saber whistled down in a ferocious descent, drawing ever closer.
“Haaa-agh!”
Baek Pa Gun released a roar from deep in his belly as his White Blade erupted upward from below.
In that instant, a pure white surge crashed down like a tidal wave.
It bore down upon Janshil with such terrible force that it seemed capable of shattering even the heavens themselves.
Baek Pa Gun’s Ultimate Technique!
As the Baek Pa Gwan Cheon unfolded, the crowd held its breath as one.
Even from a distance, they found themselves breathless in the face of the overwhelming force emanating from the White Blade.
Boom!!
A deafening explosion shook the Cheongya Field, a violent shockwave sweeping across it in all directions.
Stillness descended upon the Cheongya Field.
And there, on the Training Platform, Baek Pa Gun and Janshil stood locked, blade and saber still pressed against each other.
Then.
Cling—
A clear, crystalline ring sounded from the ground.

The White Blade fell from Baek Pa Gun’s hand onto the Training Platform with a sharp clang.
Not a soul spoke.
Even though the crowd had gathered thick as reeds.
But that silence shattered in moments.
“Baek Pa Gun… defeated?”
“A, a new master has appeared in Gangho!”
Gasps erupted from all directions.
Most of the crowd had wagered on Baek Pa Gun’s victory over Janshil, a man whose name they didn’t even know.
After all, Baek Pa Gun was a figure of considerable renown throughout Gangho, while Janshil was nothing at all.
Yet the result was the opposite of everything expected.
Just as everyone fixed their gaze upon the Training Platform to witness the birth of a new master of Gangho—
Blood dripped.
Blood trickled from Baek Pa Gun’s lips.
The wound ran deep; crimson streamed steadily between his clenched teeth.
“Did… did Seophon Moonju… hire you, a skilled master like… like yourself?”
“Our interests simply aligned.”
Janshil’s voice was cold as he raised his blade toward the sky.
At that, several in the crowd widened their eyes.
Though the fate of Shenxi hung in the balance, it was still only a Martial Match.
And yet he was openly taking a life!
A razor-sharp hiss split the air.
The blade carved through toward Baek Pa Gun’s throat.
Or so it seemed.
“Isn’t that excessive?”
Ha U Jin appeared without warning, stepping before Baek Pa Gun and blocking the strike.
“The world of combat is merciless.”
Ha U Jin’s brows arched sharply.
Anger flashed across his face in an instant.
“I… I didn’t expect this. I asked you to… to help, yet you’ve gone this far…”
Baek Pa Gun spoke with tremendous effort.
“Say no more, sir.”
Ha U Jin moved swiftly to check his pulse.
As he felt the life force dimming, his expression darkened.
He immediately hoisted Baek Pa Gun onto his back and moved.
“Wait a moment.”
Ha U Jin fixed a cold gaze on Janshil before speaking, then stepped forward.
In a single breath, he descended and laid Baek Pa Gun down between Huashan and Jongnam.
“Please see to his treatment.”
With those words, he pushed off the ground.
There was no time to waste.
The opponent had grown careless in victory, and now was precisely when he had to win—when their morale was shattered.
Ha U Jin took his stance on the Training Platform, fixing Janshil with a glacial stare as he drew his blade.
“Your next opponent is me.”

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