Murim Login - Chapter 474

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Chapter 474
Crack-crack-crack!
In the instant Jin Tae-kyung tore out dozens of whiskers at once, the mutated Water Dragon’s single remaining eye snapped wide open.
– Grrrrr…!
I couldn’t believe it.
That this small, insignificant human—and without even wielding a weapon, using only bare hands—could pluck my whiskers clean away.
It was something that should never have happened, something that shouldn’t exist, and for a Water Dragon who had lived for centuries, it was a shocking event beyond all precedent.
And in the next moment, the Water Dragon understood.
This human who had torn out my whiskers through sheer muscular strength alone was absolutely insane.
“Bald head!”
Rip!
“Baldy!”
Rip-rip!
“Smooth as a cue ball!”
Rip-rip-rip-rip!
– SCREEEEEEEEE!
A shriek welling up from the very soul. The mutated Water Dragon thrashed about with anguished wails.
For reasons I couldn’t fathom, a pain and sorrow tens of times greater than when I first lost my eye surged through me.
I had to tear this madman away as quickly as possible.
No—I had to save at least one whisker before they were all plucked out!
– SHRIEEEEK!
But contrary to the Water Dragon’s desperate wishes, Jin Tae-kyung had no intention of stopping.
Squelch!
With the blade wedged between the scales covering my snout to pin my body in place, Jin Tae-kyung spoke in a sinister voice.
“You know why you can’t walk around?”
– Grrgh…?
“Because you have no legs.”
Rip-rip-rip-rip-rip!
– SCREEEEE!
“All the fur of every mystical creature in the world multiplied together equals zero. Why? Because you have no hair. Just none. Absolutely fucking nothing!”
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
Jin Tae-kyung’s hands were more brutal than ever before.
Catching the whiskers that flew at me in a cluster, ready to strike, with one hand, he pulled them out like weeds from soil—my iron-hard skin split open, and every single whisker, tougher and sharper than Heavenly Silkworm Threads, was torn away.
Not a single one left behind. All of them!
– Waaah, waaahhhhh!
The mutated Water Dragon was seized by fierce rage and sorrow even within my consciousness, now as murky as a sky shrouded in storm clouds.
What kind of whiskers were these? They were the companions of my soul, having grown alongside me for centuries.
They were excellent weapons capable of eliminating intruders with wicked intent, and at the same time, they were emblems symbolizing my power and dignity.
And those whiskers were gone. Torn out helplessly like worthless seaweed.
And by the hands of a small, insignificant human at that!
– Kyaaaaaaah!
A roar so fierce it shook heaven and earth.
As the master who had dominated Dongting Lake and the Yangtze River for centuries radiated malevolent energy, everything around it held its breath.
No—everything transformed according to the master’s fury.
Rumble, crash!
It was a sight both terrifying and bizarre. Lightning fell ceaselessly from a sky shrouded in unnaturally dense dark clouds, while torrential rains unlike anything seen in the past fifty years poured down.
The river, swollen many times over by the abnormal weather that had persisted for hours, churned in great and small whirlpools around the Water Dragon.
Crash!
And within that calamitous landscape stood a colossal form, towering like an iron pagoda.
At the sight of the monster, its eyes blazing with crimson light, the people on the ground let out small cries of anguish.
“Heh.”
“Damn it. I’ve lived a long time, but I never thought I’d witness something this absurd.”
Jeok Cheon-gang and Moon-kyung stared at this incomprehensible spectacle with astonished eyes.
They had long known that spiritual entities and malevolent beings possessed remarkable power, but what unfolded before them now far exceeded anything they could have imagined.
A monster comparable in size to a small mountain. When it swung its tail, cliffs crumbled; when it roared, the heavens and earth trembled.
And that was not all—as malevolent energy erupted, all vegetation fell silent, and thunder and water responded to its wrath.
It was as if something from ancient, worn-out legends was manifesting in reality.
In this moment, both old masters shared a single thought.
‘Supernatural anomalies.’
Matters of the bizarre, of overwhelming power, of chaos, and of spirits.
It was precisely what those four characters embodied.
Even they, who had devoted long years to the Martial World, could not comprehend the inexplicable existence and phenomena unfolding before them.
Yet the term “supernatural anomalies” was not granted to a single being alone.
Crack!
The sound of tearing flesh, audible even through the thunder and lightning.
In the next instant, scales drenched in dark blood rained down upon Jeok Cheon-gang and Moon-kyung’s heads.
One, two, three… soon dozens of scales fell like a downpour.
With the keen sight of raptors, they perceived what was happening in the distant sky above and were left speechless.
“The flesh! Let me see the flesh!”
“…!”
“…!”
Crack crack crack!
A young man moving his hands frantically with crazed shouts.
With one hand he gripped the spear shaft with all his strength, while with the other—weaponless—he tore at the scales with his bare hand.
As he pulled with force, scales fell away limply, accompanied by dark blood.
– Kuuuaaaah!
The transformed Water Dragon’s fierce cry and thrashing were useless.
Whenever an opening appeared, he would dart away like a ghost through the hollow where the creature’s eyes had melted away, and once his rampage ended, he would thrust his head forward again and resume his work.
All while delivering furious punches.
“You bastard!”
Boom! Crash! Crackle!
When the Extinguishing Flame Divine Fist—one of the Yeolhwa Sect’s most devastating techniques, ranking among the top five in destructive power—merged with the superhuman strength of that monster, a head the size of a modest ship trembled violently, and shattered scales rained down like hail.
—Kyaaaaaaagh!
The mutated Water Dragon was losing its mind.
When it still had its whiskers, at least it could mount some form of attack, but now that every last strand had been torn away, there was simply no answer.
When it thrashed to shake him off, he drove the spear deeper and held firm; when it finally stilled, he would emerge and strip away every scale—what was it supposed to do?
From slamming its head against the cliff so relentlessly, even vertigo was beginning to set in.
Crash! Boom!
Moon-kyung and Jeok Cheon-gang, watching the spectacle unfold, could only gape.
‘This insane….’
‘No, it’s not like pulling out radishes or anything….’
Both men knew just how formidable the hardness of those scales truly was, which only deepened their shock.
Even a clumsy sword strike at the threshold of perfection could scarcely sever them cleanly; one needed to channel inner force to reliably cut through the scales and inflict internal damage—such was the extraordinary durability of those bizarre scales.
Yet that lump of flesh was smashing and tearing them apart. And without even wielding a weapon, using only bare, empty hands.
‘Has he drawn out all his inner force? Even so, human strength alone should be woefully insufficient.’
‘What is this… No, wait. If it’s him, it’s possible.’
Moon-kyung felt as though he were dreaming, while Jeok Cheon-gang, who had observed Jin Tae-kyung from Shanxi Province until now, was both astounded and breathless with admiration.
“Have you ever seen such a mad bastard? Hahahaha!”
Not content with tearing out every whisker—one of that monster’s weapons—he had now begun the work of removing scales.
In martial terms, it was as though he had snapped the weapon and torn away even the armor worn over the robes.
By Jeok Cheon-gang’s measure, Jin Tae-kyung’s current martial understanding was clearly inferior to both those two and even to Chung Poong, yet the very foundation was different.
‘He is simply strong.’
Jin Tae-kyung was a supreme master who had reached the pinnacle as a single martial artist.
Yet even if decades of inner force and martial enlightenment were stripped away, he remained strong in his essence.
As though the flesh of a mere mortal, woven from cloth, had been infused with the power of heaven itself.
“Is such a thing truly possible?”
At Moon-kyung’s voice, tinged with faint astonishment, Jeok Cheon-gang laughed with delight.
It was a question he had posed countless times during his training in Yeolhwa Cave, and each time Jin Tae-kyung had answered with such brazen consistency that it infuriated him.
Now it was time to share that answer with another.
“Yes. Heavenly Martial Body.”
…!”
“Ridiculous and absurd, right? Good then. Don’t try to understand it hastily. That bastard is just that kind of bastard.”
Just as Jeok Cheon-gang shrugged his shoulders, Chung Poong opened his mouth with a determined expression.
“Come on, let’s go too. Mi-mi. Lightning strike! Whirlwind!”
…Chirp, chirp-chirp?
“Ah, you can’t do it.”
“…That one can’t either.”
The moment Jeok Cheon-gang threatened Chung Poong that if he spouted one more word of nonsense, he’d make him drink snake liquor distilled from a thousand-year-old viper, an eerie silence and oppressive force descended upon the radius of dozens of zhang.
Rumble rumble rumble rumble!
Jeok Cheon-gang, Moon-kyung, and Chung Poong felt a chill run down their spines and lifted their heads.
A deep, resonant boom echoed across the heavens.
A ripple through the very air itself.
The relentless downpour and lightning that had battered the sky ceased in an instant, as if holding its breath.
All those on the ground could see the monster’s blood-red pupils—those that had been scattering crimson energy from beyond—darkening to an inky black.
And simultaneously, a massive maw opening with terrible slowness, and a sphere of water swirling with the force of a vortex, as if being sucked into a cavern of absolute darkness.
‘What in the world is that?’
A single question flickered through every mind. And in the next instant, a cry descended from the distant heavens above—no, a scream pierced through.
“Evade!”
Before anyone could even register that the urgent voice belonged to Jin Tae-kyung, three figures were already streaking through the air like wind.
Though there were differences in their respective power levels, each of these three was a supreme master of the Martial World with exceptional combat instincts honed through countless battles.
Even if they could not discern the creature’s true nature, they could sense the terrifying magnitude of the force it wielded.
And their instincts proved devastatingly accurate.
A deafening roar tore through reality—
The massive sphere of water shot toward the ground with the force of a meteor.
* * *
Monsters come in countless varieties. Some possess humanoid frames and walk upright on two legs, while others prowl on four limbs like beasts, their strength hundreds of times greater than their bipedal counterparts.
Their intelligence varies just as dramatically.
Some occupy the upper echelons of monstrosity by virtue of their overwhelming physical prowess alone, despite their simplistic minds, while others like goblins employ pack tactics and utilize poison and ambush strategies, yet are classified among the weakest due to their inferior physical capabilities.
With such diverse characteristics among monsters, even among genuine experts and internet theorists alike, heated debates inevitably arise whenever the topic surfaces.
Yet despite all this variance, there exists one category of monster that every authority unanimously ranks at the pinnacle of strength.
‘The Dragon Clan.’
Beings blessed with both transcendent intellect and physical form. And wielders of a power granted to them alone—a privilege and monopoly.
‘Breath.’
But then… how… why…
A catastrophic roar tore the world asunder—
…was this creature using Breath?

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