Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 330

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330
Chapter
Pung Ri’s eyes captured the sight unfolding before him.
The shoulder blade, cleanly pierced through.
And beyond it, the figure of his enemy faltering.
Everything had gone exactly as he anticipated.
‘No matter how skilled a master may be, shatter his composure and his weaknesses lay bare.’
Pung Ri’s eyes gleamed with brilliant clarity.
He was a seasoned old master who had wandered the Gangho for decades.
In his long climb to his current position, he had witnessed countless deaths—ordinary warriors and masters alike, more than he could count.
And so he understood well.
While most warriors of the Gangho fell to superior martial prowess, there were many other reasons besides.
Environment, presence, disturbance of mind, carelessness.
Because of these, there were instances where a master fell to a novice.
Pung Ri had aimed for precisely this.
And at last, he had seized his chance.
With a roar!
He drew forth all his Internal Force.
From the tips of his fingers gripping the Sa Il Chang, a pure white aura billowed forth, raising a Qi Blast.
The power of the Yeoraesin Gwon was being unleashed.
His eyes burned brilliantly.
The power of the Yeoraesin Gwon, fueled even by his life force, cast a deep shadow across his irises.
In the instant his eyes grew hot,
the entire world slowed.
Spraying blood became visible as distinct droplets, and between them, the figure of his enemy, furrowing his brow, came into sharp focus.
A realm shorter than an instant—the initial moment of speed.
The secret martial art he had mastered, the Yeong An Beop, had cleaved time into fragments.
‘I must kill him with this one strike.’
He did not think of what came after.
Pung Ri had already seen his martial prowess and felt it in his bones.
His martial prowess soared far beyond his own, and that realm touched the heavens.
There was no chance of victory through ordinary means.
And so he knew well.
This moment was the first and the last chance he would ever have to win.
With a whistle!
In a span of time like an eternity, Pung Ri meticulously channeled the power of the Yeoraesin Gwon.
The pure white wave of force beginning from the shoulder well pressure point descended along the forearm vein point, and when it finally reached the inner gate point at his wrist,
with a sharp hiss!
he sent the momentum directly through, rotating his wrist. The spear shaft followed and spun with him.
With a tremendous crack!
The overwhelmingly fierce wave of power tore through Ho Gwang Gae’s shoulder blade, ripping flesh and bone as if to hurl it away.
And the Sa Il Chang, bearing all that power, shot forward like lightning.
Before he had earned the new name Chil Yo Seon,
he had swept through the Gangnam martial world under the fearsome epithet of Spear-Severing Demon King, wielding the spear art Yi Yeok Jeok Jeong.
With a flash!
The spear light that had pierced Ho Gwang Gae’s shoulder blazed forth like brilliant white rays, flickering as it tore onward.
The speed was terrifying.
Cutting through the scattered crimson blood, it came like white thunder itself.
With a deep, resonant hum!
As the Yi Yeok Jeok Jeong scattered its Gyeong Pa, the empty air trembled with a mournful cry.
Cheon Hui watched in silence as the spear light flew toward him.
The furrowed brow that had narrowed soon returned to its normal state, and his expression had become serene.
‘He means to shake my composure.’
Pung Ri’s intent was apparent at a glance.
And why wouldn’t it be—in his past life, how many times had he faced such things?
‘Crude theatrics.’
Cheon Hui thought calmly.
The man did not know him.
‘To think he believes such trifles can shake my equanimity.’
Suddenly, Cheon Hui twisted his ankle.
In the next instant, the black Long Robe billowed wide, and the Hwawol that had been bearing down on Heuk Gwae Dan Ju traced a long, sweeping arc through the air.
“……!”
Heuk Gwae Dan Ju’s eyes widened.
Cheon Hui’s Hwawol, having suddenly changed direction, didn’t merely sever his hand cleanly—it passed through his neck as well.
Slash—
A line of blood appeared across his throat.
His eyes remained wide open.
His expression was one of confusion, as though he couldn’t yet comprehend what had befallen him.
But it was far from over.
Cheon Hui, using the momentum of his spin, planted his feet to the side in one fluid movement.
Whoooosh—
In that instant, winds of Internal Force spiraled outward from him as his black Long Robe surged upward.
Between the fluttering fabric, Cheon Hui’s gaze shifted forward.
Ho Gwang Gae and Pung Ri, who had been on his left, now faced him directly.
The spear blade rushed toward him with terrifying speed.
It closed the distance in a heartbeat, nearly close enough to pierce his heart.
Without breaking his spin, Cheon Hui planted the blade of the Hwawol vertically, channeled Martial Prowess into it, and twisted his body in a sharp pivot.
Screeeeeech!
The black sleeve fluttered, and the Hwawol traced a long, crimson arc through empty space.
In that moment.
Crash!
The blade struck both the spear charged with Internal Force and the man wielding it simultaneously.
The shockwave from the violent collision shattered the air like a spiderweb, and waves of Internal Force swept outward in all directions.
It was like a tempest.
Pung Ri and Ho Gwang Gae, struck by the blade’s force, flew faster than the shockwave itself and crashed into the wall.
Crash!
Both men collapsed to the ground.
Ho Gwang Gae seemed to lose consciousness, blood foam flecking his lips as he lay sprawled.
Pung Ri, by contrast, fell against the wall and then his body began to convulse.
For a moment.
“Kacough-hack!”
He let out a harrowing cry.
It was not from his mouth alone—it felt as though something had been dredged up from deep within his chest.
His condition was terrible.
His eyes were blood-red, and blood poured from his mouth in torrents.
He was barely conscious from the impact.
His ribs appeared to be shattered.
But that wasn’t all.
Whether from Internal Injury or something worse, his insides churned violently.
‘I… I have to reach the Yeoraesin Gwon…’
Even in his dazed state, he scrambled to enter a state of Breathing Cultivation.
Ordinarily, when one spoke of a Heart Technique in Martial Arts, it meant the study of cultivating and controlling Posterior Heavenly Qi.
But Yeoraesin Gwon was different in its essence.
A cultivation that handled even Primal Heavenly Qi.
A practice that allowed one to channel extraordinary power in exchange for depleting one’s life force.
And so, even in this dire circumstance, it could still prove formidable.
Just as he rushed to use his faith in Yeoraesin Gwon to tend to his Internal Injury—
Step, step.
Footsteps sounded.
Alarmed, he raised his head.
Cheon Hui was approaching.
His Hwawol hung loosely at his side.
“No, don’t come any closer!”
Pung Ri cried out, his voice frantic.
He was consumed with terror.
Each step Cheon Hui took seemed like the approach of a reaper coming to claim his life.
‘This man is a monster.’
Pung Ri’s pupils trembled.
His eyes, which had activated the Yeong An Beop, showed him everything even at the level of fractions of a second.
Yet even he could not fully comprehend what he saw.
The sword moved, and all that remained was a crimson arc suspended in the void.
An overwhelmingly swift blade—masterful and terrible.
But the horror lay not in skill alone.
His eyes flickered sideways.
There stood Ho Gwang Gae, the hostage he’d been holding, in a state beyond description.
The puncture wound through his shoulder was his own doing, but the gash across his ribs bore the mark of the man before him.
And that mark carried a Gyeong Pa imprint far deeper and more vicious than anything he himself had inflicted.
It had brought Ho Gwang Gae to the threshold of death.
His breathing was so shallow that his last moment could arrive any second.
‘I’ve made a terrible mistake.’
Fear crawled up his spine, seeping through him like poison.
Even though the man before him was supposed to be his loyal subordinate, he showed no hesitation whatsoever.
And that was far from all.
‘He deliberately held back his Internal Force at the last moment.’
His mouth went dry, his tongue rough.
The man was ruthless.
“I—I yield! I concede! Please, spare my life—”
He begged frantically for his life.
His posture was contemptible, groveling beyond measure, but he cared nothing for it.
Pride? What did that matter?
Survival came first.
But then.
“What nonsense is this?”
Cheon Hui scoffed, his tone dripping with disbelief.
“I have no intention of letting you live.”
“Then—then why did you hold back your strength at the end—”
“Ah, that?”
A faint smile curved Cheon Hui’s lips.
A cruel one.
“Didn’t I tell you? You won’t have the mercy of an easy death.”
“…!”
Pung Ri’s eyes widened in horror.
His entire frame trembled.
The voice carried absolute sincerity.
‘If this continues—’
His eyes darted across the surroundings.
But everywhere he looked lay only corpses.
Heuk Gwae Dan Ju, his head severed, sprawled grotesquely across the ground, while the Heuk Gwae Dan members who had been caught in the onslaught lay scattered like broken timber.
“So we should begin with how you drove your spear into me first, shouldn’t we?”
Cheon Hui raised the Hwawol lightly.
The sharp blade carried no aura, no fierce energy whatsoever.
It was merely a sword radiating killing intent.
And in that state—
Thunk!
Cheon Hui drove the Hwawol through Pung Ri’s shoulder.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Pung Ri shrieked.
Yet Cheon Hui gazed down unmoved, his killing intent glacial and absolute.
“You shouldn’t cry out at this. We’ve barely begun.”
Pung Ri’s face drained of all color.
The remorseless tone in Cheon Hui’s voice carried with it the scent of death itself.
‘I cannot die like this!’
Gripped by mortal terror, he clenched his teeth and released all of his Yeoraesin Gwon.
Primordial Qi surged forth from every part of his body.
Soon a strange force flowed from his entire frame, mingling with the Primordial Qi, and in that instant a peculiar sight unfolded.
Whoooosh—
White light poured from his body, spreading thick beneath Cheon Hui’s feet like mist.
It resembled clouds themselves.
“Hmm?”
Cheon Hui’s eyes narrowed.
The aura rising from the white radiance pooling at his feet was decidedly strange.
It was neither the breath of Yin and Yang, nor the Five Elements.
Nor was it the aura of Inverse Heaven. It seemed like something not of this world—as though someone, or something, had artificially woven it into being.
‘Wait, this….’
The moment Cheon Hui’s pupils flared with sudden recognition, they blazed with clarity.
Screech—
The Hwawol that had been lodged deep in Pung Ri’s shoulder tore free, as though shoved out by an invisible force.
And then Pung Ri’s body flushed crimson, and his heartbeat thundered through the air.
Thump! Thump!
The Seoncheon Ji Gi surged through his meridians and pressure points, awakening his vitality.
In the next instant, an astonishingly fierce aura erupted from his body.
Whooooosh—
Fragments of debris hung suspended in the air.
The wave of Internal Force emanating from him crystallized into a protective aura that guarded his form.
It was a sight of profound mystery.
And then, without warning, his eyes opened.
“I cannot die like this.”
His voice was iron-hard, and from his open mouth came a breath of pure white steam.
His body then rose upright.
The manner of rising from a prone position was both grotesque and strangely wondrous.
Just as the wave of Internal Force compressed and began to be absorbed into his body, an instant arrived.
Crash!—
The wave of Internal Force suddenly detonated outward.
“……!”
Pung Ri’s eyes rolled in shock.
At the end of his gaze stood Cheon Hui, holding the Hwawol, watching him with cold eyes.
He radiated an oppressive aura of Internal Force.
“I never thought I’d see this here, or from you of all people.”
With those words, Cheon Hui flicked the Hwawol clean, his gaze turning sinister.
He had already witnessed this pattern of Internal Force once before.
Breaking it midway, before it could fully take hold, was hardly difficult at all.
But that was something Pung Ri did not know.
“What… what is this….”
His eyes filled with confusion.
It was impossible.
What he had unleashed was a final, desperate gambit—one that accepted the price of stepping into Demonic Possession.
Yet it had crumbled so uselessly.
Then Cheon Hui rose fully upright and met Pung Ri’s eyes directly before he spoke.
“Hyeol Ryong Moon. Shin Pil Yu Sa.”
At the sudden utterance of Cheon Hui’s words, an earthquake shook through Pung Ri’s pupils.
‘What… what are you saying….’
Hyeol Ryong Moon and Shin Pil Yu Sa were spies cultivated by the Faction. Yet about a year ago, they had suddenly been destroyed and disappeared without a trace….
‘Could it be… this bastard…!’
At the moment suspicion seized him.
“And False Heart Technique.”
Words came that transformed suspicion into certainty.
As Pung Ri’s face went slack with shock, Cheon Hui smiled darkly and opened his mouth.
“So you really are one of theirs after all.”

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