Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 290

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Chapter 290
A flash of motion, swift as lightning.
The Hwa Weol descended from above, its fierce aura splitting the world in two.
The blade’s crimson light flickered and vanished.
The speed was such that the intermediate stages seemed to vanish entirely.
Within that blur, the sword’s edge—honed by her internal power—gleamed with impossible sharpness.
The moment the Hwa Weol struck true at Nong Jil’s crown, at the Baihui Acupoint—
Whoosh!
Something pale flashed into motion.
The Cudgel.
The instant Nong Jil sensed the killing intent behind her, her reflexes seized control.
An unconscious response.
Her slender fingers tightened around the Cudgel, tracing a curve through the air.
It was a graceful, fluid gesture—like silk scattering on the wind.
Like the dance of an enchantress.
The Sichuan Absolute Technique: Dispatch Heaven Dim Twilight.
An explosive counterattack born from desperation.
An ordinary martial artist would have collapsed, unable to channel their inner power in time.
But.
Nong Jil was not one of the common warriors scattered across the Gangho.
She had ascended to the Heavenly Martial Realm—the supreme stage—and her movements now flowed naturally, suffused with inner power and intent.
Thought became martial art.
The Cudgel spinning through empty space absorbed a dark, murky aura and hardened.
Evil made manifest. Death incarnate.
Only the Sichuan Absolute Techniques could channel such an essence—the qi trembled through the air like a severing wave.
The Cudgel, now wrapped in sagi, met the Hwa Weol.
Crash!
A tremendous shockwave erupted in all directions.
Nong Jil let out a gasp.
The weight she felt in her grip was beyond description.
It spoke volumes of her opponent’s internal power.
The longer the clash persisted, the deeper her feet sank into the earth.
Crunch.
Finally, the collision of their two forces caused the soil around her to collapse inward, a crater roughly three zhang across.
‘This raw power contest… it’s not favorable.’
Her pupils narrowed to slits.
In that instant, her serpentine gaze glinting, she released the pressure on the Cudgel and arched her upper body sharply backward.
It was as though she were falling onto her back.
Immediately after, Nong Jil stretched both hands overhead, planted them against the ground, and rolled her body in a complete rotation.
Her movement was fluid and swift.
She immediately broke free of the engagement, and the Hwa Weol, now without its target, drove straight into the earth.
Boom!
Dust erupted with the impact.
‘Interesting. Very interesting.’
Cheon Hui’s eyes narrowed to slits.
The Hwa Weol had embedded itself deep in the crater.
The blade had left a profound scar in the earth.
Then—
“This is not what I expected.”
A voice emerged from beyond the dust.
Confusion and murderous intent. Madness. Vigilance.
Her words tangled with emotions that defied articulation.
“Does Huashan truly harbor such an overwhelming Dominating Sword? I had always heard that Huashan’s sword arts centered on Illusory Sword and Changing Sword techniques…”
As the words fell away, wind swept through violently, scattering the dust completely.
Nong Jil stood ten zhang distant.
The composure that had graced her face until moments before had vanished.
Only a rigidly hardened expression remained.
Whoooosh—
Killing intent erupted from her entire body.
It seemed the wind that had swept away the dust was born from her own qi.
Semi-transparent black energy roiled violently, as though swept up in a maelstrom, and conjured a biting wind in its wake.
Hair the color of ash—burned down to nothing—drifted weightlessly through the void, while the tattered robes that clung to her shredded form billowed and snapped in the torrential gust.
Within that chaos, she opened her eyes to a slit.
Her pupils, split vertically into a serpent’s gaze, fixed on Cheon Hui as he raised the Hwa Weol.
She was vigilant, braced for counterattack.
Ready to strike with absolute commitment at any moment, in any instant.
“Hmm. So this is how you unfold your martial arts?”
Cheon Hui planted his foot forward.
It was an unhesitating stride.
Nong Jil had opened up a domain spanning ten paces.
Yet he stepped into it as though it were nothing at all.
‘He just walks in like that?’
Nong Jil’s brow creased slightly.
If she thrust forth her technique now, she would find her mark—they were well within striking range.
But she did not move rashly.
Cheon Hui’s presence—walking forward so unguarded—radiated an overwhelming momentum that gave her pause.
Step. Step.
With each footfall, invisible energy shimmered across his entire frame, rising like heat haze and warping the very space around him.
How far had he walked?
Tap.
Suddenly Cheon Hui stopped.
The distance between them now: three paces.
Yet that distance held no meaning.
For two who had ascended to the Realm of the Peerless, three paces was point-blank—close enough to steal a life in an instant.
Standing thus, the two of them did not move.
They simply locked their gazes upon each other.
Their stares twisted together like braided cords.
Cheon Hui met Nong Jil’s serpentine eyes—split lengthwise—without a flicker of concern. His composure remained absolute.
Then, in a single moment.
Shriek!
He whirled the Hwa Weol forward.
The slash erupted without preamble, racing toward Nong Jil’s chest in a heartbeat.
But she had drawn every nerve taut to its limit, standing ready—and the instant his blade moved, she lifted her left foot.
Simultaneously, she pivoted on her right foot.
In the same motion, she swung the Cudgel—charged with the power of the Sichuan Absolute Technique—in a swift arc.
It was a counterattack fueled by rotational force.
Crash!
The blade, struck hard on its side, rocketed away sideways and smashed the already-fragile Mountain Gate of Bok Ho Sa to splinters.
Cheon Hui showed no alarm as his slash was deflected, no hint of panic.
He continued to regard Nong Jil with perfect calm.
As though nothing had occurred at all.
‘So what comes next?’
Light blazed forth from Cheon Hui’s eyes.
By now, she surely understood.
That without pushing her martial arts to their absolute limits, she had no chance of victory.
As if to prove his thought, she continued her rotation and drove Internal Force into her feet, stomping the ground with true power.
Boom!
She moved first for the first time.
Fierce Energy erupted beneath her feet, and a violent wind shattered outward in all directions.
And then.
Whoosh!
Her upper body swelled in her sight.
Nong Jil had closed the distance, pressing in close.
Her face filled Cheon Hui’s field of vision.
Beneath her eyes, which gleamed with a sinister light, the fine mesh of her face veil trembled.
Hummmmm—
And beneath it came the sound of the air itself vibrating.
Her fist, now clenched, bristled with a fierce killing intent that ravaged the space around it.
That fist tore through the ambient air, annihilating it.
A fist descended with furious momentum.
A fist packed with terrifying suction force reached Cheon Hui in a single instant.
That moment.
Whoosh—
Cheon Hui raised his left hand sharply.
Internal Force surged from his palm.
A weighty, formless energy gathered at Cheon Hui’s palm, sending out ripples.
Gentle yet fierce, the waves pulsed outward.
Soon the formless energy that had birthed those ripples coalesced into each of his five fingers.
And immediately after.
Bloom!
His hand unfurled five petals.
The Plum Blossom Pure Heart Palm.
The second form of the Plum Blossom Palm Technique had been deployed.
Crash!
A weighty shockwave tore forth.
The shockwave erupted from the palm unleashing the Plum Blossom Pure Heart Palm, and his sleeves billowed suddenly outward.
In its wake, his hair whipped about.
Through the silver strands of his hair, Cheon Hui caught sight of Nong Jil’s eyes blazing with a killer’s light.
‘Interesting reaction.’
For a moment, Cheon Hui’s expression twisted.
From the collision’s impact, bloodshot veins had risen in her eyes, yet her gaze curved sharply upward.
Eyes gleaming with delight.
Simultaneously, her form blurred and shimmered, appearing at Cheon Hui’s side.
The Evil Illusion Step.
Among the many Speed Techniques of Sa Hwang Jeon, this was counted among the fastest.
Swish—
Standing at his flank, she swung the cudgel in her hand with brutal force.
A vicious strike laden with Sagi.
But Cheon Hui regarded it with an indifferent gaze, then immediately unleashed the Divine Form Hundred Transformations.
Unfolding the bizarre and wondrous Speed Technique that sought dozens, hundreds of variations, he smoothly evaded the cudgel that whistled before his eyes.
Afterward, he raised Hwa Weol upward in a strike.
A counterattack achieved one beat ahead.
Nong Jil tilted her head back.
She had managed to barely dodge the swinging Hwa Weol, but in doing so, the Face Veil she wore over her mouth was severed cleanly in half.
Cheon Hui, watching her, narrowed his eyes.
‘Is that why she wore the veil?’
The lower jaw hidden beneath the veil was ghastly.
Her lips and cheeks had been crushed hideously, as if under tremendous pressure.
Even so, Nong Jil kept moving.
She deployed the Evil Illusion Step and pressed Cheon Hui using every absolute technique of the Sichuan Absolute Techniques.
Sword Technique and blade arts wielding the cudgel.
Palm and leg methods employing her hands and feet.
Each one was an excellent Martial Art.
These forms linked together from all directions, ensnaring Cheon Hui as they unfolded.
Crash! Boom! Crack!
Watching her Martial Arts rushing at him like madness, Cheon Hui swung Hwa Weol.
Occupying all four directions—up, down, left, right—and even eight directions, Hwa Weol pursued her relentlessly with each of her movements, swinging to target her persistently.
Thirty-some exchanges achieved in a flash.
Soil within a radius of forty paces was overturned, and countless holes gaped in the earth.
Meanwhile, bloodstains multiplied across Nong Jil’s body.
Wounds beginning at her arms bore bloody marks etched across her legs and cheeks.
In each instant, life and death hung by a thread.
Shockwaves continued to burst forth, and sharp attacks followed, drawing blood.
As they surpassed fifty exchanges.
“Hahaha!”
Suddenly Nong Jil laughed wildly, her voice ringing out.
Her twisted mouth distorted further, growing more grotesque, yet she did not cease her mad laughter.
‘Hmm?’
Cheon Hui narrowed his eyes.
Now Nong Jil was attempting some kind of transformation.
‘Her aura has changed.’
The atmosphere around her had shifted unmistakably.
Her narrow pupils had grown turbid.
They held the dense whirlpool of madness.
And that was not all.
Soon the murky energy that had enveloped her began to fade, transforming instead into a translucent grey Qi.
It was the work of profound Inner Power.
Cheon Hui’s eyebrows twitched.
He recognized something in her form.
‘Demonic Qi Deviation…?’
Tangled vital channels and turbid eyes.
And she was making no attempt to control the Inner Power now rippling around her. It matched perfectly the image of a martial artist who had just fallen into Demonic Qi Deviation.
Then Nong Jil’s right hand opened.
The Cudgel she had been gripping fell to the ground with a soft thud.
Crash!
Opaque, murky Qi gathered in her pale, delicate fingers before surging with tyrannical force.
Five fingers spread like a hawk’s talons, each one bristling with a zhang’s worth of Fierce Energy.
‘Wait.’
Seeing this, Cheon Hui’s eyes narrowed.
Something was familiar.
The way the Internal Force was channeled through the technique form, the momentum.
In that moment.
Whoosh—
A faint wind stirred.
When the Qi surge erupting from her entire body transformed into hundreds of wind currents.
Boom!
She lunged forward.
Where her feet came down with tremendous force, the ground cracked like a spider’s web.
Ash-grey hair whipped behind her, and her eyes blazing with madness traced a long arc through the air as they moved.
It was a charge at terrifying speed.
At the same moment, she raised her palm.
The opaque Qi that had surged along each finger—sharp as a hawk’s claw—began to stain with Fierce Energy, and soon.
Shriek!
Five bursts of Fierce Energy detonated at once, tearing the empty air completely asunder.
Janbaek Janhyeol Jo.
The absolute technique of the Sapa and one of the Evil Path Three Great Hand Techniques.
The forbidden secret art of the Death Blood Emperor, who had once made all of Kangho tremble in fear, had emerged.

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