Murim Login - Chapter 362

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Chapter 362
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord opened his mouth with a laugh.
“I’ll grant you that. You are a prodigy of monstrous strength incarnate.”
With his own hands, he had crushed my limbs and inflicted severe internal injuries.
A cripple? If it had ended there, I would have been fortunate. The damage was severe enough to lead to death.
Yet the young man, Jin Tae-kyung, had survived.
I returned before the Western Heavenly Demon Lord with limbs restored without a single scar and cultivation power far greater than before.
‘Even dozens of sorcerers working together couldn’t achieve this level of recovery.’
This was truly a prodigy of monstrous strength, a miracle beyond the natural order.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord trembled with surging excitement and wonder.
At his display, Jin Tae-kyung tilted his head mockingly.
“What, you getting nervous about dying soon? Why are you shaking like that?”
“Do you know how many years I have lived?”
“No. And I don’t care to know.”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord nodded.
“I suppose not. To be honest, I don’t remember myself.”
“You’re pathetic.”
“As the years accumulated, counting became meaningless. Had I continued living that way, I might have chosen death from the tedium of it all.”
“Why not die now then? I’m serious—I’ll even kneel for you.”
“I’m afraid not. Right now, I’m happier than ever. Just as I once beheld the Heavenly Master, today I have met you.”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord smiled brightly once more.
For him, the past decades had been tedious years of endurance.
He craved war and blood, and desired something he had never experienced.
A novelty that neither Dok Wang nor Gyeong Cheon Shin-ni could satisfy.
That very thing the Western Heavenly Demon Lord had desperately sought existed within the young man before him.
“I ask but one thing of you.”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s lips stretched wide on both sides.
With his grotesquely twisted face twisted in a smile, he resembled an Evil Demon from sacred texts.
“Endure for as long as you possibly can.”
Boom, boom, boom!
The ground trembled violently.
Black qi streamed from the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s entire body, oppressing all directions.
As an absolute being wielding the power of Heaven-Breaking drew down a sword stained in darkness, an ink-colored sword force erased space as it surged forward.
Screeeech!
“Then let me ask one thing of you.”
The young man, Jin Tae-kyung, grasped my spear.
Blue flames wrapping the spear’s blade blazed like sacred fire, illuminating the darkness.
“Die as quickly as you possibly can.”
Boom!
* * *
A deafening roar shook heaven and earth as a tremendous impact traveled through the spear shaft.
Clang, clang, clang!
I felt exhilaration watching the dark-purple sword energy collide with the White Flame.
‘I have a real chance at this.’
That single exchange of blows gave me that certainty.
The collision of sword energy and spear energy.
If you asked ninety-nine out of a hundred martial artists which held superiority, they would answer sword energy.
And the remaining one would scold you for asking such an obvious question.
But….
‘This is manageable.’
In my first battle against the Western Heavenly Demon Lord, I had suffered internal injuries with each blow and been forced to retreat.
However, with the enormous inner force that Cheon Ryeok-ma had transferred to me through Cross-Body Energy Transmission, everything changed.
I retreated only a single step.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord, who had seemed impossibly distant, was now within arm’s reach.
“Your inner force is impressive, I’ll give you that.”
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
The brutally massive spear energy showed no sign of dimming even against the dark-purple sword energy.
Between our crossed weapons, the Western Heavenly Demon Lord regarded me with a look of admiration.
“I dare say there has never been a supreme master like you in the entire history of the Murim.”
“Of course not. They didn’t have inner force exceeding thirty years of cultivation.”
I met his gaze directly and added:
“And abilities like this.”
Before I finished speaking, I was already shouting the command in my mind.
‘Grant 50 points each to Strength and Agility.’
What Cheon Ryeok-ma had given me was not merely inner force.
I had recovered from all my injuries through ten level-ups, and the stat points from those gains remained untouched.
A brilliant radiance enveloped my entire body.
A change that only I could perceive occurred in an instant.
And now it was time to confirm that change with my eyes.
Now I would show him what I was truly capable of.
“Pour everything into this strike.”
“Everything?”
“Every last bit, you bastard.”
I’ll make this absolutely devastating.
I gritted my teeth and poured all my strength into the hand gripping the spear shaft.
Crack, crack, crack.
What were my stats now?
I didn’t know the exact numbers, but one thing was certain: this body had far transcended the limits of humanity.
Under the overwhelming pressure, the smile vanished from the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s face.
“This reckless…!”
“This bastard really knows how to hit where it hurts.”
It was breathtakingly crude, yet undeniably effective.
The proof was evident as my spear, which had been gradually pushed back against the sword’s strength, began to tilt ever so slightly toward the Western Heavenly Demon Lord.
‘When martial prowess falls short, the body compensates.’
Only I in this entire world could employ such a method.
Simultaneously, it meant the Western Heavenly Demon Lord possessed martial techniques far superior to my own.
“Hah!”
Clang, clang, clang!
The moment a sharp cry erupted from the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s lips, the sword in his hand traced an intricate arc, wrapping around my spear blade.
It was a deflection employing the mysteries of the Four Elephants Heavenly Root technique.
As my spear point pierced empty air, compressed wind exploded outward. In that instant of my stumbling, the Western Heavenly Demon Lord extended his hand toward me.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Invisible, formless energy. Yet I could sense it. When and where it would strike.
With that understanding, my body flowed like water.
I arched my back until my shoulders nearly touched the ground.
Pssht!
Five strands of finger wind unleashed by the Western Heavenly Demon Lord grazed my philtrum.
Blood sprayed, and the metallic scent of iron filled my nostrils.
When I rose using the Carp Flip technique, a dark sword blade was already slashing diagonally across my body.
Whoooosh! Screech!
The sword blade, evaded by the narrowest margin, tore through space itself.
That alone was enough to topple a pillar three zhang away and shatter the Underground Prison’s bars like tofu.
The distance was too close to wield my spear effectively. Yet I already knew exactly how to move.
‘Inventory open. Store.’
As the White Flame Spear vanished from my grip, I thrust both palms toward the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s chest.
Whoooosh!
Scorching heat infused my exhaled breath.
Just as my two palms, charged with the Flame Divine Form’s power, surged forward, the Western Heavenly Demon Lord released his sword hilt and his hands blurred before he suddenly unleashed a dual palm strike.
Boom!
The moment two pairs of palms, brimming with tremendous force, collided, a violent gale erupted centered on the Western Heavenly Demon Lord and me.
The stone ground caved inward, and the shockwave was so severe that everything nearby threatened to explode.
But the real shock came afterward.
‘Ugh!’
I suppressed the groan threatening to escape.
From the palms pressed together and the intertwined fingers, a colossal wave of energy poured forth, and my vision suddenly swam.
‘This Western Heavenly Demon Lord bastard. What kind of power is this….’
The magnitude of my current internal force had reached a staggering three decades of cultivation.
In terms of sheer power alone, I stood shoulder to shoulder with the sect masters of the Nine Major Sects and the Five Great Families, and then some.
Yet the Western Heavenly Demon Lord—this monster standing before my eyes—operated on an entirely different level.
‘This is insane.’
Ssssshhhhh.
The heat gathered in both my hands gradually dissipated, and darkness was now consuming the flames.
A low voice escaped from between the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s lips.
“There’s no need to feel so wronged. A tower built too easily crumbles just as easily.”
“…!”
“You’re nothing but a strong child. The limitation of those who cannot cross the wall.”
Limitation?
My teeth clenched involuntarily at that single word.
It was a phrase I’d heard endlessly throughout my life. A boy who grew up without a father, a boy from a poor family, a boy destined to live as an F-rank Hunter until death….
At the end of every sharp word directed at me, the word “limitation” always hung like a label. Even now, in this moment, after accomplishing so much.
“You’re exactly like….”
A question mark appeared on the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s face at my suppressed voice.
I muttered like a groan while blocking the endless torrent of his power pouring down on me.
“I’m going to circumcise your mouth.”
“…!”
It didn’t take long for that question mark to transform into an exclamation point.
Grinding my teeth and drawing upon every ounce of strength I possessed, my body that had been pushed backward gradually began advancing forward.
I slowly broke the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s interlocked fingers.
Crack.
With the sound of bones dislocating, the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s brow furrowed.
“Your strength is unparalleled under heaven. But this is where it ends.”
Thud-thud-thud, snap!
It happened in an instant.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord, propelling himself through the air by treading on empty space, drove his knee directly into my face.
My barely recovered nasal bridge collapsed, and several broken teeth scattered into the air. I hastily withdrew my hands and wiped away the blood covering my eyes.
“Cough!”
“Your limitation is clear.”
Whoosh, bang!
A fist came flying with a fierce sound of tearing air. I raised my arm to block, but the shockwave ruptured my eardrums. As I staggered momentarily, a barrage of kicks rained down upon me like a downpour.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
Chest, abdomen, legs. Relentless attacks battered my entire body.
But unlike our first battle, I didn’t easily allow the attacks to land, nor did I fall.
‘I’ve already experienced this once. I won’t fall for it a second time.’
As I reached toward the blurred afterimage, something solid came into my grasp—the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s arm, unprotected even by his Black Dragon Armor.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I twisted his arm. No, I wrung it like wet laundry.
Crunch-crack!
Skin tore and shattered bone fragments erupted outward.
No matter how skilled a master might be, pain is still felt. The Western Heavenly Demon Lord threw a punch accompanied by a suppressed groan.
His movements were duller and rougher than before. There was no reason I couldn’t evade.
Bang!
Compressed air erupted half a palm’s distance from my face.
In that instant, I thrust my arm out like lightning and caught his fist.
“Huh?”
The moment I spotted something familiar, I froze in place.
A ring embedded with a small jewel radiating mysterious light. It was strange I hadn’t noticed it until now.
‘Why does the Myriad Poison Ring belong to this bastard…’
In that split second stretched into fragments, countless thoughts flashed through my mind.
And following that lightning-bolt of realization came the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s strike.
Crack!
Getting distracted in the middle of battle—of course I couldn’t dodge it.
After tumbling across the ground, I grabbed my ringing head and got to my feet.
I’d taken the hit, but I found myself laughing like a madman.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s brow furrowed at my expression.
“Why are you laughing? Did you lose your mind or something?”
“My mind? You’re the one who lost yours, demon.”
Still laughing, I waved the object in my hand before him.
See this? I just pulled it fresh from my inventory—a brand-new item, still warm.
“What happens when you lose something important? Not good, right?”
“…!”
Multiple emotions flashed across the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s face as he saw the Myriad Poison Ring.
Shock, surprise, bewilderment. And fury.
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord stared down at his now-empty hand and spoke in a heavy voice.
“How?”
“Who knows? Maybe it’s the power of that Extraordinary Strength Divine Being you’re so obsessed with.”
A single brush was all it took.
The Myriad Poison Ring left the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s hand and was carefully stored in my inventory—that secret warehouse no one else could access—and now it sat on my middle finger.
“As expected of a divine artifact, it really does shine differently. Don’t you think?”
“…Give it back. That is no object for someone like you to possess.”
I raised my middle finger toward the Western Heavenly Demon Lord.
“How do you like it? Pretty?”
“…!”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s body trembled with rage.
That usual composure of his was nowhere to be found. Only then could I be certain.
“The Myriad Poison Ring. This was your goal from the beginning.”
The moment I saw the Myriad Poison Ring on the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s finger, what came to mind first was the Jade Buddha Staff—a divine artifact of Shaolin that the Blood Lord had stolen during the Shaolin Blood Massacre.
“The Blood Lord. Even while fleeing, that bastard clung to it so desperately I figured there was something to it… Are you guys collecting orbs or something? Get seven of them and a dragon appears to grant your wishes?”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s eyes darkened into an abyss.
“I said give it back.”
“No. Go to hell.”
I deliberately waved my middle finger adorned with the Myriad Poison Ring.
At the same time, I muttered inwardly.
‘Inventory open. Store.’
As if erased by a rubber, the Ten Thousand Poison Restoration Pill vanished without a trace, and the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s eyes widened in shock.
“You bastard…!”
Crack, crack, crack.
The energy surrounding the Western Heavenly Demon Lord surged violently. A sword he’d drawn through the void was sucked into his grasp.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
With dark-purple sword energy blazing more fiercely and intensely than ever before, the Western Heavenly Demon Lord opened his mouth.
“This is the last time. Hand it over.”
The Western Heavenly Demon Lord, now robbed of his most precious possession, was different from before.
When the heart wavers, the blade wavers as well. At this level, I could overturn the tide of battle.
“My final answer is no.”
The moment the Western Heavenly Demon Lord’s pupils sank deeply at my response.
“You brought this upon yourself.”
With a flat voice, the dark-purple sword energy coiling around the blade shot forth like an arrow.
But that destructive force was not aimed at my arms, legs, or neck.
At the end of the devastated corridor. It was the Treatment Chamber.
“No!”
I threw myself forward with a cry that was almost a scream.
The muscles throughout my body, swollen to the point of bursting, screamed in pain, and the power I desperately drew upon scraped against my meridians.
But it was fine. As long as I could block it. As long as I wasn’t too late.
‘Old Master Noya!’
With a cry that never left my lips, I pushed off the ground once more.
Boom!
In the slowed world, a thunderous roar as if the heavens were splitting and a blinding flash filled my vision.

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