Heavenly Demon of the Huashan Sect - Chapter 49

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Chapter 49
“Confidence overflowing from that one, I see.”
“Confidence overflowing from that one, I see.”
Heuggbaek Salgwi looked down at Cheon Hwi.
Since they had set foot in the Gangho, no one had ever proclaimed that they would be killed.
Who were they, after all?
Though they were now called Heuggbaek Salgwi, they were once the Yin-Yang Twin Demons who had ruled the Gangho.
Yet here stood a mere youth in his twenties, declaring he would kill them—and they couldn’t even muster a laugh.
Crack!
Both moved at once, driving power into their hands to wrench the great sword and blade free from the stone.
Shattered fragments scattered into the air, and the massive weapons returned to their grasp.
The same stance as when first drawn.
Yet the atmosphere had shifted.
Sharp, heavy, vicious.
Feeling the slow, crushing pressure bearing down from both directions, something flashed in Cheon Hwi’s eyes.
‘Not bad at all.’
The Internal Energy radiating from these two elders was among the most formidable and substantial he had encountered.
‘On par with the masters, or superior?’
Reassessing their martial prowess, which exceeded his initial expectations, Cheon Hwi unsheathed his blade.
The moment the Baek Ryeon Geom appeared.
Whoooosh—
Heuggbaek Salgwi drove toward both of Cheon Hwi’s flanks.
The recklessly swung sword and blade tore through the air with brutal force, targeting Cheon Hwi as he stood defenseless with weapon drawn.
“Hasty,” he murmured.
Light flashed across Cheon Hwi’s gaze.
Clang-crash!
‘What kind of blade is this!’
‘What is—!’
Heuggbaek Salgwi recoiled in shock.
The techniques they had unleashed were the Baek Eum Gwi Do and the Heuk Yang Sal Geom.
Though not at full power, these were weighty blade and sword—ones that could claim the life of even a skilled master in a single strike.
Yet when they collided with Cheon Hwi’s blade, both weapons bounced backward.
As Heuggbaek Salgwi quickly recovered their weapons, their gripping hands still trembled from the impact, and their eyes hardened.
An enormous rebound of Inner Power.
But more shocking still was that he had unleashed it in a single instant.
Of course, they could have demonstrated Bantan Gang-gi themselves, but they could not boast of summoning it so instantaneously as he just had.
‘A master.’
‘A true master…!’
Feeling the threat, both instinctively drew upon their Inner Power.
Then black and white Sword Qi and Blade Qi flickered along their weapons.
‘Yin and Yang?’
Interest kindled in Cheon Hwi’s eyes.
Unlike their identical appearances, the internal cultivation techniques they practiced were polar opposites.
Black and white, yin and yang.
The moment he saw the opposing forces taking form in their blade and sword.
Whoooosh—
Black and white wind erupted from the weapons.
A strike like thunder itself.
The speed was incomparably faster than the two attacks they had launched moments before.
The blade-edge and sword-edge, reaching close distance to Cheon Hwi, thrust toward his vital points.
Screech!
Yet Cheon Hwi remained composed.
He simply swung his blade to meet the weapons descending upon him.
Boom!
The air shattered.
The blade and sword struck Cheon Hwi’s weapon and bounced back once more. But this time, it did not end there.
Following the rebounding weapons, Heuggbaek Salgwi spun, completing a full rotation.
Whoosh—
The blade and sword, now imbued with Internal Power, force, and rotational momentum, whirled at eye-evading speed, carving slashes through space.
Six arcs of cutting force, tearing the air asunder like the claws of a beast.
Bang-bang-bang-bang!
Cheon Hwi fixed his gaze on the six converging slashes that left no room for escape.
To a casual glance, he stood rigid against the onslaught, yet he sensed a discord between the sword forms and blade techniques the two wielded.
‘Sword and blade, opposite Yin and Yang energies—yet they move so alike?’
As he probed the martial techniques before him, it took only moments for Cheon Hwi to discern why they mirrored each other so closely, and a soft laugh escaped him.
‘I thought there’d be something impressive.’
He raised his blade to meet their coordinated strike.
Clang-clang-clang-clang!
Fast and heavy.
But that was all.
Boom!
Cheon Hwi poured forth Inner Energy far greater than theirs, shattering the attack in a single counter.
Strength against strength, force against force.
It was the way he had always fought.
The tremendous shockwave rippled through the hall’s interior, shaking it as though an earthquake had struck.
“Gah!”
“Huff!”
Heuggbaek Salgwi staggered under the impact.
Cheon Hwi held his chest, watching the pair swallow their Internal Injuries, and spoke in a low voice.
“How disappointing. I thought there might be something remarkable worth observing, but it’s just one martial technique split into two.”
Heuggbaek Salgwi’s eyes widened.
The fact that the two Internal Energy techniques they had mastered were originally one—only they and their master knew this.
Yet he had discerned it in mere exchanges? It was absurd.
Just as they were thinking it might be fortune or mere prodding, Cheon Hwi’s voice came again.
“Yin and Yang, so it appears the martial technique was imbued with the mysteries of the Taegeuk principle.”
At Cheon Hwi’s words—the killing blow delivered with cold precision—Heuggbaek Salgwi’s mouth sealed shut.
He saw through everything.
The martial technique they were originally meant to master was the Hunwon Taegeuk Gong, a supreme heart method and Internal Energy discipline.
But their aptitude had proven insufficient to grasp it, and so their master had divided it into two separate Internal Energy techniques.
The Baek Eum Jigoong of Yin energy.
The Heuk Yang Jigoong of Yang energy.
But now that their master was dead, only they knew of this.
Though Cheon Hwi offered no verbal confirmation, watching their reaction—mouths clenched, eyes burning—he knew his deduction was correct.
“Since you don’t even know what the original technique was, I suppose this should end.”
A chill ran through his words, and an Overwhelming Aura poured from Cheon Hwi’s entire being, ensnaring them both.
In that moment, they faltered and retreated.
They had never felt such intense Overwhelming Aura before.
Not from their master, not from Baek Sasin—this oppressive presence was entirely new.
Thud—
“…!”
“…!”
Heuggbaek Salgwi came to their senses as their backs touched the wall, and they looked at each other.
Neither spoke, but each understood what the other felt.
An emotion they had tried so hard to forget.
The sting of defeat itself.
The vivid, shattering memory of their loss to Baek Sasin returned, and their faces twisted into masks of pure fury.
Rage consumed them.
Not at Cheon Hwi before them, but at themselves—at having flinched and grown fearful again before an opponent.
Rumble-rumble-rumble—
Surrendering to their fury, their Inner Power erupted violently. The hall trembled from the intensity, and dust cascaded from the roof.
Cheon Hwi calmly raised his blade.
Crash!
Heuggbaek Salgwi planted their feet firmly.
Deep footprints seared into the floor as they lunged forward with arrow-like ferocity, tearing through the air.
Their massive frames moved with fluid, lethal grace.
The Hunwon Bi, a footwork technique they had once contributed greatly to spreading during their darkest reputation, now demonstrated its renowned speed and flexibility.
Whoosh—
Deploying the Hunwon Bi, they closed the distance to Cheon Hwi while simultaneously unleashing their weapons with synchronized fury.
Whoom!
Sparks ignited from the blade, while crystalline frost began to form along the edge of the cleaver.
Yang and Yin energies pulled to their absolute limits.
The Combined Attack of Heuggbaek Salgwi radiated a power so overwhelming and heavy that it seemed capable of felling any opponent in a single breath.
Swift footwork paired with weighty sword and blade forms carved through the air as though to cleave Baek Gwi Sung itself, meeting Cheon Hwi’s blade.
Crash!
Baek Gwi Sung shook violently.
“Gasp!”
“Cough!”
Heuggbaek Salgwi staggered backward, blood streaming from their lips.
‘That… was that the Eo Geom Sool?!’
‘It can’t be. At his age, it’s impossible to deploy the Eo Geom Sool!’
The two of them, clutching their wounded bellies, clenched their teeth as identical thoughts crossed their minds.
A thin hiss of air.
A shadow fell across the downturned gaze fixed upon the floor.
Straightening hastily from a crouch, their eyes met those of Cheon Hwi standing before them.
His gaze from above was empty, devoid of emotion.
Staring into eyes as fathomless as an abyss, they suddenly felt Cheon Hwi’s body begin to tilt.
A faint whisper.
‘An attack?!’
‘We have to block it——!’
Recovering their wits, the two tried to move their hands to deflect Cheon Hwi’s assault.
But something was wrong.
Though they willed strength into their hands, their entire bodies felt hollowed instead. No—sensation itself was draining away entirely.
As if sinking into an eternal slumber.
And with that realization, they understood slowly.
It was not Cheon Hwi’s body that was tilting—but their own vision.
A soft rush of wind.
The severed head of Heuggbaek Salgwi hit the floor, eyes wide open, and blood erupted from the severed neck in fountains that sprayed in all directions.
A geyser of blood that reached toward the very roof.
The headless corpses, despite their loss, remained standing upright as though rooted to the spot—as if something held them in that posture of sorrow.
Cheon Hwi walked past them.
Despite all this commotion, the door remained firmly shut.
He raised his hand to the door and pushed.
Creak—
As the door swung open and lamplight spilled through the widening gap, revealing the interior——
“Heuggbaek Salgwi has fallen.”
A voice issued from between the opening door.
It was a rather low voice, cold and sharp.
He lifted his gaze toward the interior.
Beneath the Ya Myeong Ju, sprawled upon an ornate Ock Jwah, sat a man entirely snow-white from crown to heel, regarding him with an arrogant, tilted posture.
“Remarkable. Their Combined Attack was one no one in this castle could withstand but myself.”
He walked slowly toward the figure, and asked:
“Baek Sasin?”
As he spoke and advanced, he found himself at the foot of a staircase.
“……Younger than I expected.”
The man lounging arrogantly upon the Ock Jwah slowly lowered his gaze.
His eyes moved with the cunning of a viper stalking prey, fixed upon Cheon Hwi standing at the stairs.
“A disciple of the Huashan Sect.”
Baek Sasin regarded Cheon Hwi with a suspicious expression, scrutinizing him from head to toe for a moment before arching one eyebrow and parting his crimson lips.
“So the loss of contact with my subordinates was the work of the Huashan Sect.”
“You catch on quickly enough, at least.”
At Cheon Hwi’s answer, understanding seemed to dawn across Baek Sasin’s features, and his pupils began to brighten with a stark white glow.
“I acknowledge your remarkable skill. But you are still young. You knew who I am, and yet you came alone? You seem not to value your own life——”
As his whispered words continued, the depths of his pupils grew darker.
“Why do you talk so much?”
Cheon Hwi, who had been listening silently until now, cut him off.
There was nothing worth hearing, and that was not why he had journeyed to this place.
“You think I came all this way just to have a conversation with you?”
Finishing his words, Cheon Hwi unsheathed his blade.
“Enough talk. Come.”

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