Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

The moment Galmuseong’s head fell to the ground.

Silence flowed.

The sect leader who had been their sky until just moments ago was now rolling around as a dust-covered lump of meat.

“L-Leader…?”

Someone’s trembling voice followed.

“Kill that bastard!”

Budan-ju roared with his eyes rolled back.

At his words, murderous intent swirled in the warriors’ eyes.

Sring! Srring!

The sound of dozens of swords being drawn rang out in succession.

Murderous intent surrounding from all sides and flashing blade edges.

But Namgung Cheon didn’t even twitch.

He merely gazed down quietly at his sword Mukhon.

At that moment.

Whoosh!

Dark blue flames rose again from Mukhon’s blade.

Sword aura.

It was the symbol of the transcendent realm and absolute power that could cut through anything.

The intense wind pressure that burst from the sword aura’s flames swept through the entire training ground.

Whooosh—!

It was sharp pressure that felt like dozens of blades slicing through flesh.

The dust on the ground rolled away like waves, and the sect members nearby instinctively stepped back.

And.

Rrrroll…

In that intense wind pressure, Galmuseong’s head that had fallen to the ground began rolling as if it were alive.

The head drew a trail of blood and came to a stop with a thud at the feet of Budan-ju who was near the training ground.

“…!”

Budan-ju came face to face with the empty eyes that seemed to look up at him resentfully.

His sense of reality returned.

When he raised his head, his eyes met with Namgung Cheon who was looking at him.

Namgung Cheon looking down at him while wrapped in blazing sword aura.

The murderous intent he emanated crushed the murderous intent generated by dozens of people.

“Ugh…”

The faces of Budan-ju and the Bloodsword Sect members began turning deathly pale.

The sensation of their bodies being carved into dozens, hundreds of pieces was vivid.

The fear of death.

That primal fear froze their bodies.

Only then did Namgung Cheon slowly raise his head.

After scanning the sect members one by one, he leisurely moved his steps toward the main gate.

Thud. Thud.

His footsteps echoed quietly through the silent training ground.

As he approached, the sect members blocking his path instinctively stepped back in terror, opening a path.

A path created as dozens of Bloodsword Sect members parted.

Namgung Cheon walked that path.

And when he finally reached the wide-open main gate.

Namgung Cheon stopped walking for a moment.

In his mind flashed a scene from his past life of wolves tearing at the corpse of their defeated leader.

The nature of wolf packs.

‘The strongest one takes everything.’

Human nature was similar to this.

They fought struggles for this purpose.

Without looking back, he murmured quietly.

“Since the sect leader is dead… we’ll need to decide the next sect leader.”

With those words, Namgung Cheon left the manor without regret.

Even after Namgung Cheon left, silence flowed for a long while.

However, soon.

Stab—.

With a small sound.

“Kill Budan-ju!”

“Kugh, you bastard!”

A bloody storm swept through the Bloodsword Sect.

A faint smile crossed the lips of Namgung Cheon as he left the manor.

* * *

Rumors spread that Namgung Cheon had defeated Galmuseong the Blood Demon Sword, and the Bloodsword Sect had dissolved overnight.

People initially thought it was just an absurd rumor.

But before that rumor could fully spread.

Namgung Cheon’s sword turned toward another giant tree of Hefei.

It was Qingfeng Sword Gate, an orthodox sword sect that rivaled Bieliong Gate.

The sect leader Jin Hyeon, known as the Falling Flower Sword, was a veteran master who had distinguished himself in the war between orthodox and demonic factions.

He politely accepted Namgung Cheon’s challenge, and a fair duel unfolded before hundreds of watching warriors.

However, Jin Hyeon’s splendid swordplay was nothing more than a dance before Namgung Cheon’s sword.

The match didn’t exceed thirty exchanges, and Jin Hyeon cleanly acknowledged defeat by sheathing his own sword.

Namgung Cheon’s steps didn’t stop.

The next day, he headed straight for Sapa Paesanbanng near Hefei.

The spear of Ma Cheonil, the sect leader known as the Primordial Unity Spear, was like lightning, but it never once grazed Namgung Cheon’s collar and only cut through empty air.

In the end, his spear shaft was cut in half by Namgung Cheon’s sword and broke miserably.

The leaders of both orthodox and heterodox factions had fallen under one man’s sword in just two days.

The atmosphere of Hefei changed.

People began to wonder about Namgung Cheon’s movements every day, and furthermore, began following in his footsteps.

When the number of peak masters he had defeated exceeded eight.

Finally, people realized.

That they could no longer call him something like the Third Young Master of the Namgung Clan.

The name people began calling him with awe and fear.

Sword Demon.

Namgung Cheon’s new name began shaking Hefei, and furthermore, all of Anhui Province.

* * *

A shabby inn at the corner of the marketplace.

Namgung Cheon sat before a bowl of thin noodles with steam rising from it.

The crowd surrounding the inn kept murmuring, but he paid no attention and picked up his chopsticks.

That’s when it happened.

The inn door opened roughly, and a large man wearing twin swords strode inside.

His eyes were fixed on only one person from the start—Namgung Cheon.

“Are you the one called Sword Demon, Young Master Namgung Cheon?”

A challenging voice.

“I am Pungjinak, the Gale Twin Blades from Shandong! I have traveled far to defeat you and make my name known throughout the world. Please honor me with a duel!”

A confident shout.

“The Gale Twin Blades!”

“He came all the way from Shandong?”

The murmuring around them grew louder.

Pungjinak was a master that no one could ignore.

But Namgung Cheon didn’t even lift his head.

His gaze remained fixed on the steam rising from the pale broth.

He only frowned slightly.

At such blatant disregard, Pungjinak’s face flushed red and blue in turns.

But he didn’t move rashly.

He focused all his senses to gauge his opponent’s aura.

Namgung Cheon silently picked up a strand of noodles with his chopsticks and brought it to his mouth.

Slurp.

Then he slowly chewed and swallowed.

An extremely peaceful and ordinary movement.

But at the same time, an invisible force pressed down on Pungjinak’s entire body.

And the moment Namgung Cheon swallowed the noodles, that force grew heavier and crushed his whole body.

“Urgh…!”

Cold sweat poured down Pungjinak’s forehead like rain.

He desperately drew up his internal energy to endure.

His hands gripping the twin blades trembled, and his back was soaked with sweat.

Slurp—.

His opponent was merely eating.

Yet he had to use all his strength just to stand.

Namgung Cheon lifted his chopsticks again and brought the remaining noodles to his mouth.

Crack.

The sound of something breaking erupted from Pungjinak’s knees as he struggled to endure.

He could endure no longer.

If he continued like this, all his bones would be crushed and his ribs would pierce his heart.

Finally.

Thud.

Pungjinak’s massive frame collapsed helplessly.

He knelt on both knees, hung his head, and gasped for breath.

Everyone inside and outside the inn held their breath and watched the scene.

Clack—.

Only then did Namgung Cheon put down his chopsticks with a sound.

He slowly turned his head and looked down at the kneeling Pungjinak.

“…”

Pungjinak couldn’t bring himself to meet his gaze.

He acknowledged defeat in a trembling voice.

“…I, I have lost.”

Only then did Namgung Cheon withdraw his aura and slowly rise from his seat.

He threw a few coins on the table to pay and left the inn.

‘That’s already the fifth time today.’

Annoying flies seeking to steal others’ fame had begun to swarm.

This was enough.

It was time to end this proof.

* * *

A quiet inn room on the outskirts of Hefei.

Namgung Cheon leaned against the creaking wooden window frame, silently looking down at the scenery of Hefei as darkness began to fall.

Countless oil lamps lit up one by one, twinkling like stars, but that brilliant night view didn’t enter his eyes.

His mind was reviewing his actions over the past few days.

Gwak San of the Thunder Blade. Galmuseong of the Blood Demon Sword, and others.

Each had been masters who ruled over Hefei.

Their martial arts each bore different colors, and it was true that they had achieved their own realms.

But that was as far as it went.

Compared to the path he had walked, the pinnacle he had stepped on as Cheonma, they were like nameless wildflowers blooming on a mountainside.

‘Excluding those in seclusion and the Namgung Clan, there are no longer any in Hefei, or even in this Anhui Province, capable of receiving my sword.’

Dealing with insignificant flies seeking his fame was merely a waste of time, utterly meaningless.

Nine victories.

Nine proofs.

Now it was time to put the final period on this journey of duels.

With one last battle, he needed to completely announce his return to the world and ensure that the scheming ones in his family wouldn’t even think of testing him again.

Then who should be that final, tenth opponent?

‘It must be of a different caliber than before.’

That was the first condition.

A peak master wouldn’t suffice.

To draw out his true power, it had to be someone who had at least reached the threshold of the transcendent realm, or had already attained that level.

‘Only then can I magnificently decorate the finale of this proof.’

And the second condition.

They couldn’t be from the Namgung Clan.

It wasn’t yet time to cross swords with masters within the family.

He had to avoid internal conflicts until the family head returned.

Someone in Anhui who wasn’t from the Namgung Clan, yet had achieved the transcendent realm.

Did such a contradictory existence truly exist here?

A faint wrinkle formed between Namgung Cheon’s brows.

A suitable opponent didn’t come to mind easily.

As he pondered for a moment, gazing at the bright moon outside the window.

Suddenly.

A forgotten memory flashed through his mind like lightning.

The information about the martial world he had collected as Cheonma in his previous life merged with the memories Namgung Cheon possessed now, finally drawing a single figure.

‘…Yes, there was one.’

Just one person.

Such an existence definitely existed.

A lonely genius who had reached the ranks of the pinnacle relying solely on his single sword, without the backing of great sects or family support.

The sole disciple of the Wandering King, called the king of wandering warriors.

A master called a talent surpassing his teacher, who had long ago entered the transcendent realm.

And at the same time, someone who might be staying here in Hefei.

‘Found him.’

The final opponent.

Namgung Cheon’s eyes shone brighter than ever.

The pure fighting spirit of a warrior blazed.

He murmured quietly.

“Mujin of the Silent Destruction Sword.”

That was the final name to end this proof.

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