Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 433

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Chapter 433
Boom!
The sound of feet pushing against the ground echoed like an explosion.
Cheolmu-baek brought down the Cheonhwang Halberd, which he had drawn back behind his waist, in a devastating strike.
Crash!
At the moment of collision, dust erupted from the ground in a violent cloud.
It seemed as though that single blow should have ended everything. What mortal could withstand such an attack?
Yet the Grand General appeared to have transcended the limits of humanity.
His sinister voice reverberated through the air.
“Taking the offensive? Was not defending the front line your role?”
“…!”
Screech!
The Cheonhwang Halberd hung suspended in mid-air.
It could not even touch his palm. A shimmering, opaque force of energy blocked it like a wall.
Crackle!
In that instant, Cheolmu-baek heard something burning. Simultaneously, a faint scent of scorching reached his nostrils.
He immediately threw his body to the side with all his might.
Whoosh!
Inferno!
The calamity fire of scorching heat painted the world crimson.
It was as though a corner of hell itself had unfolded into the mortal realm. The earth’s soil turned red under the intense fire energy, then white as it melted, before flowing away in sticky streams.
“Roar!!”
Cheolmu-baek rolled across the ground once, then sprang up like a tiger and swung his axe again.
Crash!
Three axe strikes that seemed to cleave heaven and earth were merely blocked by his palm.
The Grand General deflected the axe with his left hand and extended his right fist.
Thunderous boom!
Tremendous leg force, extraordinary martial prowess.
With a deafening explosion, Cheolmu-baek’s upper body was thrown backward.
Just as he tried to right himself, a sinister crimson light flashed before him once more.
Thunderous boom!
Cheolmu-baek’s body was sent flying through the air.
Boom boom boom! Crash!
The Cheonhwang Halberd, also sent flying, spun through the air before embedding itself in the ground.
“Ugh, guh….”
A cry escaped him. From none other than Cheolmu-baek himself.
But that was all. He tore away his burned left sleeve and rose to his feet.
“To block and endure this?”
The Grand General’s eyes gleamed.
“This will not do. That strength, that martial skill—for the great cause, you must surely die here.”
Whoosh!
The Grand General suddenly materialized before Cheolmu-baek’s eyes.
“…!!”
He was coming.
Four fingers extended rigidly. A hand-blade strike reached within an inch of my neck.
“Not on your life!”
“Who do you think you are!”
Clang clang clang clang!
Two sword lights intercepted the strike’s trajectory, deflecting it upward.
Boom! Crash!
It was Namgung Sohwa and Dokgo Ak.
The two split left and right, unleashing their sword techniques.
Clang! Clang clang clang!
Metallic sounds erupted endlessly, sparks scattering through the air.
“Ha!”
The Imperial Sword Form released by the Imperial Divine Sword.
Namgung Sohwa planted her feet firmly on the ground and drove her blade upward.
Crack!
The Grand General’s left arm was sent flying upward.
Just as he attempted to swing his remaining right hand toward Namgung Sohwa, Dokgo Ak’s sword blocked his path.
Boom crash!
The Grand General was forced to abandon his counterattack.
“…Irritating.”
The Grand General furrowed his brow and stamped his foot.
“I’ll reduce you to a handful of blood!”
Rumble rumble rumble!
A strange wave spread across the entire world, and the air twisted.
Was this another Superheated Tribulation Technique? No. There was no heat.
‘What is this?!’
Namgung Sohwa suddenly witnessed a vision.
The Blade Mountain Hell, one of the hells of the afterlife.
The entire world was covered in blades, and those blades became strikes, surging forward like a tidal wave.
‘The secret martial art of the Cheonsal Ma Army following the Superheated Tribulation Technique…!’
The first of the Ten Hells Technique—the Hundred Million Blade Mountain Strike.
Namgung Sohwa doubted her eyes.
‘Is this the Limitless Realm?’
Or was it merely the power of the Grand General, the Jeongheol Sect’s greatest force?
Infinite strikes composed of qi and sorcery filled my vision. The power was enough to reduce the surrounding area to ash in an instant.
How could I overcome this?
I would have to throw my life into the fray.
But.
‘That’s not my burden to bear.’
She sheathed her sword.
Whoosh!
In that instant, a pitch-black shadow materialized behind the Grand General.
“You’ve grown careless, Grand General.”
“…!?”
The Grand General’s eyes widened as he spun around.
KABOOM!
An explosion erupted.
The countless slashes of Doshan Hell melted away like mirages.
“Dokgo Myeong!”
Crack! Boom!
Not merely one step, but three full strides.
The distance the Grand General was driven backward.
As the Hyeonchul Heavy Sword traced a black arc and the Dragon Scale Robe fluttered, the Grand General’s energy barriers shattered with each impact.
“Such insolence….”
“Do you still have the leisure to complain?”
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong’s form vanished, leaving only afterimages in its wake.
Clang clang clang!
Sparks suddenly erupted from empty air.
Crash! Bang!
Another explosion detonated several paces away from that point.
Each exchange was so blindingly swift that the eye could not follow.
Whoosh! Clang!
Hand blade and heavy sword collided.
Though the Hyeonchul Heavy Sword’s power was formidable, the Grand General’s martial prowess was too elevated to allow complete penetration of his defenses.
“Cough!”
Crack!
Dokgo Myeong, overwhelmed by sheer force, was sent sliding backward.
Crimson blood gushed from his lips.
“Captain!”
“Captain!”
Dokgo Myeong’s head snapped up urgently as he cried out.
“Focus! Protect your ears with your protective energy!”
It was already too late.
The Grand General surveyed the assembly and opened his mouth.
“Cease your struggle.”
Hummmmmm!
His voice resonated like a vibration, spreading outward.
Namgung Sohwa and Dokgo Ak’s bodies came to an abrupt halt.
“Ugh!”
“Kgh! What is this…!”
Sound technique, sorcery, qi harmony, incantation, hypnosis, or something else entirely.
At that single command-like word, both felt their entire bodies stiffen rigidly, and they groaned.
“…You even know the methods of the Tongue-Ripping Hell. So you truly comprehend the Ten Hells technique!”
The Grand General glared at Dokgo Myeong, radiating tremendous killing intent.
“Speak! Who told you this!”
A chill ran down my spine. It wasn’t merely from the killing intent.
The culprit was the qi wave of yin-cold internal energy bursting from the Grand General’s fingertips.
The Frozen Heaven’s Frigid Wave.
Under normal circumstances, I would have blocked it with Dragon Scale Robe and Immovable Stance, but I had prepared the Extreme Divine Seal instead.
So I entrusted it to him.
“Mu Baek-a!”
“Graaaaaaagh!”
Cheolmu-baek, who had never been paralyzed from the start, burst forth with internal energy and brought his axe crashing down directly at the Grand General.
Boom! Screeeech!
The incoming wave of yin energy split apart entirely.
“…!”
Dokgo Ak and Namgung Sohwa, freed from paralysis, immediately closed in without hesitation.
Dokgo Ak slid across the ground, scattering sword light, while Namgung Sohwa severed the Grand General’s meridians before his next move could unfold.
Immediately after, Dokgo Myeong’s attack erupted.
Crack!
A sharp, intense explosion accompanied a vicious blade strike that swept across the Grand General’s body.
His fluttering robe was torn to shreds and scattered.
Dokgo Myeong clicked his tongue.
“Damn, too shallow.”
“It’s fine!”
The captains focused every opportunity for attack entirely on defense and disruption.
Their objective was singular: to create an opening for Dokgo Myeong.
Even an absolute master like that monster of overwhelming strength couldn’t withstand Dokgo Myeong’s single strike.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Three against one.
Yet the Grand General displayed an invincible presence.
However, at the same time, he was failing to land a proper killing blow.
Rather, the four young masters were beginning to synchronize their movements.
‘Left.’
‘I’ll pull back.’
‘Now!’
Crack!
The Grand General’s forehead trembled slightly.
Whiiiiing!
All four of them felt something extraordinary.
As their concentration reached its peak, they could sense each other’s positions without any signal or conscious thought.
It was the resonance of qi.
Thanks to the synergy born from prolonged communion, the four of them moved as one, their formation as perfect as a battle array itself.
‘Now!’
Namgung Sohwa stepped forward.
A blade that dominated space itself.
The Imperial Sword Form, Heavenly Thunder Dominion, erupted.
Crackle crackle crackle! Boom!
The Grand General’s eyes snapped wide open.
Whether it was the thunder qi of the Imperial Divine Sword boring through him, the Grand General’s movements slowed ever so slightly.
That opening.
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong surged forward, unleashing a terrifying wave of qi.
Finally, the strike landed.
Screech! Crash!
The Grand General was driven backward, scraping across the ground.
Crimson blood scattered in all directions.
* * *
“Unbelievable.”
The Jeongheol Sect Leader doubted his own eyes.
The Grand General, who could stand against the Three Emperors themselves, was bleeding.
He had once been a candidate for Bloodfiend, this Grand General of the Cheonsal Ma Army. Though he had fallen short by failing to awaken his Heavenly Reversal Qi, his power was certainly among the strongest.
“The Ten Paths Hell Technique gains absolute advantage in the opening exchange. That is an undeniable truth. All the more so in the midst of battle….”
Dokgo Myeong was dismantling the Ten Paths Hell Technique.
He already grasped its strengths and weaknesses. There could be no other explanation.
‘Most of all, that flowing water-like mastery of consecutive techniques.’
One could see it plainly. This was not preparation of mere days. Long years of training were evident in every movement.
“How does he know? Could it be that he taught him all this?”
Who was he referring to?
What was certain was that admiration and fury both frosted the Sect Leader’s eyes.
Soon the Jeongheol Sect Leader shook his head, suppressing his turbulent emotions.
“No matter. By now, Cheonsal must have realized his role. Everything proceeds according to plan.”
* * *
Thud thud thud!
Blood spurted from his palm, along his forearm, and down from his shoulder, dripping to the ground.
The Grand General, his right arm hanging limp, was engulfed in a cloud of sand.
“Huff, huff!”
“Gasp, gasp!”
Dokgo Myeong and the captains breathed heavily, their eyes gleaming with intensity.
The Grand General staggered once before gazing down at his blood-soaked hand.
“Blood….”
“….”
“It has truly been a long time. Seeing my own blood with these eyes.”
The Grand General clenched his fist.
Ssssshhhhh!
White mist rose from his entire right arm, and the wounds sealed themselves in an instant.
So the rapid regeneration that even the Bloodfiend and Ji-myeol possessed was nothing to him.
The Grand General’s gaze transformed.
“I warned him not to drop his guard, yet it seems I was the one who did. In such a brief moment, you managed to drive me this far.”
“Cough! Spit!”
Dokgo Myeong spat out blood-tinged phlegm and sneered.
“It’s amusing—whenever someone takes a hit and loses face, they blame carelessness. What will you say when you take another?”
The Grand General spoke with derision.
“But I must ask something.”
“Do you need time to recover?”
“That would be far more necessary for you and your men.”
“….”
The Grand General’s eyes flickered with grave intensity.
“I ask this—though similar, it is different. The martial art you have mastered… is it not the Life-Death Art?”
“Life-Death Art?”
Dokgo Myeong questioned in return.
“What is that?”
The Grand General’s expression twisted.
“That’s right…. Something felt wrong. A prodigy defying heaven could not possibly emerge from under Geom-jon’s tutelage.”
What was he talking about?
The Grand General’s eyes grew dark.
“What is the name of the martial art you wield?”
What sudden whim had seized him?
Dokgo Myeong opened his mouth readily.
“Heavenly Beyond Scripture.”
“Heavenly Beyond Scripture….”
Dokgo Myeong spoke toward the Grand General, who was murmuring.
“Now it is my turn to ask. What is the Life-Death Art? What have you mistaken it for?”
Drip, drip.
Blood flowed from the Grand General’s two eyes.
It was not mere light. True tears of blood were streaming down his face.
“A fabricated martial art that our enemies sought to complete. A hollow dream to ascend beyond the Heavenly Ascension and reach the Realm of the War God, a delusion that stole everything from us.”
From the blood tears dripping steadily, I felt profound resentment and murderous intent.
Our conversation had lasted only a moment. Madness flickered in his eyes.
“The Heavenly Beyond Realm… truly, it is a name laden with meaning when one hears it. Perhaps it may be a different answer than the cycle of life and death.”
The Grand General took a step forward.
“Regardless, as long as you harbor the Reverse Heaven Flag, nothing will change.”
Boom!
Another step.
Simply walking, yet a suffocating pressure descended upon the entire world.
“I acknowledge it. You are indeed capable of taking Cheonsal’s head. Therefore, I too shall no longer fear my own death.”
“….”
“Perhaps this was the Sect Leader’s intention all along. Even if I fall and die in the end, I shall kill you all, one by one, in succession.”
In that instant, the Grand General vanished like mist with a sharp sound.
“…!!”
Crash!
Dokgo Ak was struck by something and sent flying backward.
Cheolmu-baek and Namgung Sohwa rushed forward, but the dual palm technique of Choyeol and Hanbing swept them away.
“Gasp!”
“Cough!”
The Grand General’s eyes gleamed as he created an opening.
His hands formed a bizarre seal. From his mouth came a murmur as if chanting an incantation.
Whoooosh!
A strange wave spread outward.
Dokgo Myeong recognized this.
‘The Hell Skill’s ultimate battle technique! He intends to truly employ forbidden arts!’
The blood mist that filled the battlefield began to gather, being drawn into the Grand General.
Screeeech!
A ghostly wail echoed across the field.
Something ominous was happening.
Yet no one moved. None dared approach the seemingly defenseless Grand General.
Or rather, they chose not to.
‘Finally.’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes brightened.
‘Finally he’s using it!’
Joy filled Dokgo Myeong’s gaze.
One must reveal their card before that card can be shattered.
I had long prepared a secret weapon to capture this man.
Dokgo Myeong turned to look behind him.
“Now!!”
He shouted with such force that the veins in his neck bulged.
That signal traveled onward and onward, reaching someone far away.
“Yes, I’m ready as well!”
In the heart of the battlefield.
The Grand General’s eyes snapped open as he ceased gathering his vital energy.
BOOM!

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