Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 199

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Chapter 199
‘How long has he been there? Was he listening to our conversation from the start?’
‘I felt nothing. Nothing at all.’
The man and Jan Chil’s expressions hardened.
Especially Jan Chil—the assassin’s face grew grave, his scar twisting sharply across his features.
‘If that had been an assassination technique…?’
The image of his own corpse flickered through his mind—crown of his head pierced clean through, life extinguished—then vanished.
“Ha, what are you talking about?”
The man took a step forward.
A smile had somehow returned to his lips; he looked up at Cheon Hui and spoke.
“The Martial Match is already over. Why would you want to kill us…?”
“Discard the Old, Establish the New.”
“…What do you mean?”
“What do you think? It’s what you’re after.”
Cheon Hui spoke flatly, then bounded lightly down from the tree branch.
Landing as gently as a feather, Cheon Hui met the man’s gaze and smiled.
“You were thinking of discarding the New Master Faction and putting a new sect in its place, weren’t you?”
“……”
The man’s smile slowly faded.
“You’ve been listening since the beginning.”
“Even if I hadn’t, from the moment you forfeited I had a good sense of what was coming. Men like you don’t simply concede gracefully and walk away.”
“…So you never trusted us from the start?”
“Trust?”
Cheon Hui’s mouth twisted into a sharp sneer.
His contempt laid bare, he turned his gaze between the man and Jan Chil before speaking.
“Trust is worthless. Would you trust someone pulling puppet strings from behind the scenes?”
“……”
The man’s words struck like a blade; he jerked his head around to meet Jan Chil’s eyes.
‘We must join forces.’
The man’s voice rang out through Sound Transmission.
Jan Chil nodded in response.
Under normal circumstances, he would have refused to combine their strength, but the opponent before them was no ordinary foe.
After a brief exchange of glances, the two moved as one—each darting toward opposite flanks.
What followed was the simultaneous drawing of their blades, each displaying his own unique sword technique.
Screech!
Two sword strikes infused with intense Inner Power descended upon the ancient tree from both sides alongside Cheon Hui’s assault, and—
Boom!
A deafening explosion tore through the air.
The tree, split in two, came crashing down upon the warriors of the Geum Hui Bu and Seop Hoon Mun.
“Ahhh! Argh!”
“R-Run!”
The martial artists scrambled backward and fled.
Crunch!
“Huff, huff! W-We’re alive!”
“Thought we were done for.”
Just as those who had barely escaped the falling tree exhaled in relief—
Crack-crack-crack—
The shattered tree shifted.
A moment later, the massive half-severed trunk lifted clear into the air, and from beneath it emerged Cheon Hui, completely unharmed.
“That was a quick reaction.”
With a single hand, Cheon Hui held aloft a tree several times his own height; casually, as though sweeping aside rubbish, he hurled it backward.
Thud!
Dust billowed up with a thunderous crash.
A cold silence descended.
As the man and Jan Chil held their breath, even the distant warriors watching could not bring themselves to inhale.
“My turn now, then?”
Cheon Hui brushed dust and leaves from his Sect Robe, his eyes fixed upon the man.
As he began to take a step forward—
Whoosh!
A sword blade erupted from behind Cheon Hui, streaking toward his defenseless back.
A sharp blade gleaming with a crimson aura.
Jan Chil’s sword, the very blade that had felled Baek Pa Gun, rushed toward him at terrifying speed.
But then.
“Too slow.”
Clang!
Cheon Hui, who had drawn his sword in an instant, swung it up and deflected Jan Chil’s blade with a sharp flick.
As Jan Chil flew backward from the impact, Cheon Hui’s gaze dropped.
“You’re all the same.”
Cheon Hui drove his sword downward.
In that instant, the blade seemed to multiply into many, tearing violently into the earth below.
Squelch!
Multiple holes opened in the ground, and crimson liquid began to seep slowly upward.
As the coppery stench of blood and the scent of Hyeolhyang spread, Cheon Hui lifted his blade from the cratered earth and surveyed his surroundings.
“Still, for all their pretense, these assassins don’t panic even when comrades fall.”
A wooded thicket dense with towering trees, and a mountain path cutting through it.
Everything seemed like mere scenery.
Yet they were hidden within it.
Suppressing breath, killing all sense of presence.
So discreetly that even ordinary martial artists would never notice.
“You lot can wait for later. I have someone more pressing to deal with first.”
Cheon Hui’s head snapped to the side, and he swung his blade toward the man who had ambushed him.
In that moment.
Boom!
Sword Qi surged forward with a deafening roar.
The Sword Qi descended like it would cleave the entire thicket in half.
Clang!
A sharp metallic shriek tore through the air.
The man, who had been waiting patiently for an opening, channeled his Inner Power into his Thin Sword and managed to block the incoming Sword Qi.
“Ugh!”
But he was being pushed back, inch by inch.
‘Is this the Sword Technique of Huashan?’
Bewilderment flooded through him.
He had heard that the Huashan Sect’s Sword Technique was ornate and elegant, yet this strike was altogether different.
Tyrannical. Crushing.
And above all, saturated with Killing Intent.
‘Damn it!’
Against the ferocious blade strike aimed at splitting his body in two, the man gritted his teeth and poured more Inner Power into his sword.
The strong energy wrapped around his Thin Sword grew denser.
Shriek—shriek—shriek—
An ear-splitting noise erupted.
The Sword Qi bore down with relentless intensity, as though it would shatter the delicate blade entirely.
Then the man tilted his sword to the side.
He meant to alter the trajectory of the incoming Sword Qi and deflect its direction.
And as he had intended, the Sword Qi began to angle sideways gradually, following the shift in his blade.
Clang!
Finally, it shot off to the left.
The redirected Sword Qi swept through the thicket and severed every tree in its path.
Gulp—
The man swallowed hard.
He had managed to deflect it and change its direction, but even so, he had only dissipated roughly half its force.
And that half—that remaining half—carved through the trees and turned the entire thicket into a wasteland.
‘Even with my full strength, it would be impossible.’
His jaw clenched, he stared at Cheon Hui.
His martial prowess in their previous match had been exceptional, and this strike too was equally extraordinary—the man he faced was no mere Master.
Yet Cheon Hui, who had unleashed such a remarkable display, wore a completely unbothered expression as he smirked slightly.
“Why so shocked? I was only swinging lightly.”
There was an undercurrent of contempt in Cheon Hui’s tone, and the man’s face contorted with rage.
Who did he think he was?
Gon Son Seung, the Blade Master of Hainan!
In Hainan, he numbered among the ten greatest Masters, a man for whom worthy rivals were nearly impossible to find.
And yet here he was, being disrespected by someone far younger than himself.
‘To think I would suffer such humiliation!’
Indignation surged through him, hot and suffocating.
It wasn’t merely the disrespect itself that burned—it was his own powerlessness to refute it.
His sword hand trembled.
The man glaring at Cheon Hui bit down so hard that blood welled from his lips, and he spoke.
“Throw yourselves at him. And even if you die, cling to him to the end.”
The moment his command fell.
Snap!
A handful of Seop Hoon Mun disciples erupted with vicious killing intent, launching themselves at Cheon Hui.
“Ugh!”
“So there were some among us after all…….”
Gon Son Seung’s brows rose sharply.
‘It’s wasteful to deploy them now…….’
These men charging like beasts were meant to be his trump card—held in reserve until the very end.
Originally, they were to be used later to target Jan Chil from behind, or as a final weapon against the Cold Woman.
But.
‘Killing that boy takes priority.’
His eyes hardened, and he opened his mouth.
“I will create an opening for you. I leave the ambush to your discretion.”
No answer came back.
Yet the man felt the killing intent that had hung thick in the air beside him swiftly dissipate, and he gripped his Thin Sword tighter.
Gon Son Seung’s gaze fixed upon Cheon Hui.
Each time his blade cut through the void like a flash of light, his subordinates charging before him split cleanly in two without exception.
Thud-thud—
Blood and organs sprayed from bisected bodies, and viscera rained down.
A reek foul and putrid rose with it.
‘He must die before he grows any stronger.’
As Gon Son Seung, piercing Cheon Hui with an icy stare, unleashed a vicious killing intent.
“Yes. Keep throwing yourselves at me—how I welcome it.”
Cheon Hui laughed darkly.
Even as they watched their comrades split in half and fall, those who rushed forward showed no hesitation.
Screech!
Cheon Hui, watching the blade shoot straight at him once more, twisted at the waist.
Then he drew his sword upward from below.
Tear!
The attacker split in two from groin upward.
“Die!”
Following the cry, Cheon Hui swung his blade, and it pierced the neck of the next attacker with vicious killing intent.
“Gak—”
Blood surged into the man’s throat, and he released a grotesque sound, his eyes bulging wide.
His pupils, stained with tears and blood, burned with malice.
Just as Cheon Hui moved to withdraw his blade.
Crunch!
The man’s hands shot up, and he seized the blade lodged in his neck with both hands.
Even as consciousness slipped away, his grip only tightened, and a sickening sound spread from his hands.
It was as though his hands spoke for him—that even in death, he would not let go.
“Hmm, trying to buy time?”
Cheon Hui recognized his intent and murmured.
Snap!
In an instant, they surged forward as one, driving their blades into Cheon Hui from all sides.
Chest and shoulder, crown of head, abdomen, legs.
Cheon Hui counted more than five blades piercing him at a glance, and his expression twisted into a cruel smile as he hurled the corpse toward them.
“……!”
“What—!”
They hadn’t expected him to throw the body, and in their moment of confusion.
Crack!
With a sickening sound, the corpse split in two, and through the gap blazed two brilliant eyes that consumed their vision.
Then his blade flashed.
“Aah!”
The man panicked at the swift blade aimed at his throat and hastily raised his sword to block.
Clang!
But the sword, layered with fully honed Sword Qi, shattered his blade and cleaved through his neck.
Thud—
The headless corpse crumpled to the ground, convulsing once before growing deathly cold.
“…….”
The men who had charged forward without a glance at their falling comrades now froze, if only for a moment.
A brief exchange.
But having witnessed the carnage in those fleeting seconds, they dared not advance, forming a circle around him instead.
“Stand aside.”
Gon Son Seung stepped forward with commanding presence.
Gone was the trembling hesitation from moments before; now he moved with absolute certainty.
‘At this rate, I’ll only lose my men.’
He had hoped to use them to drain some of the youth’s stamina and inner power, but his opponent had transcended such calculations entirely.
‘A single strike. Victory rests on one strike alone.’
Gon Son Seung was coldly rational.
With his current skill, he had no chance whatsoever against the Daoist youth before him.
And so he aimed for one thing only.
Shhhhh—
He exhaled slowly, deliberately.
His body began to shimmer with a faint aura of inner power, rippling like heat haze.
Then he dropped into the Lower Stance.
Pointing at the earth, positioning himself impossibly low.
“Hmm?”
Cheon Hui’s eyes brightened.
That stance—he had seen it before, somewhere.
‘Where was it?’
His mind raced briefly.
“Ah! The Reverse Sword Technique of the Hainan School?”
“……!”
Gon Son Seung’s pupils dilated sharply.
To divine his school from a mere stance was a mark of considerable insight and vision.
‘Damn it!’
The chances of success had dimmed considerably.
But there was no turning back now.
‘This is the only technique that could wound him.’
Whoosh!
Gon Son Seung steeled himself, kicked off the ground, and charged.
The Thin Sword rose from below, trembling as it generated a powerful wave of force.
Skreeeeeee—
The air shrieked as it was torn asunder.
The pale blue Sword Qi coiling around the blade rippled outward, aimed at Cheon Hui’s heart.
“The Meteor Chasing Moon Sword, was it? I recall it being famous for its speed.”
Cheon Hui, having instantly pierced through Gon Son Seung’s technique, drew his blade diagonally.
A counterattack delivered a heartbeat too late.
Yet its speed far surpassed the aggressive Meteor Chasing Moon Sword that had struck first.
The Soul Pursuing Sword!
One of the ten fastest blades of Sapa, renowned among both orthodox and heterodox schools as the supreme swift strike—it overwhelmed the Meteor Chasing Moon Sword.
‘This… this impossible speed!’
As Gon Son Seung’s eyes barely registered the Soul Pursuing Sword cleaving through his attack—
Crack!
The blade, flashing like a ray of light, drove deep into his shoulder, and blood cascaded forth.
In the next instant, as Cheon Hui prepared to sever his arm—
“Ugh! Now!”
Gon Son Seung’s cry pierced the air.
And in that moment—
Swoosh!
Jan Chil appeared, his tall hat discarded.
Radiating brilliant azure light, he slashed his crimson blade toward Cheon Hui’s throat.
A perfectly economical ambush, executed with blinding speed.
No matter how skilled a master, they would have had no chance to react—a perfect ambush that would have meant certain death.
But the opponent was not easy prey.
Click.
Cheon Hui extended his left hand and caught the sword.
“……!”
Cheon Hui, who had intercepted the blade—laden with fierce Sword Qi—as effortlessly as a stick, locked eyes with Jan Chil, who could not hide his shock.
Then he broke into a soft laugh.
“All that hiding your presence, and this is all you’ve got?”

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