Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 112

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Chapter 112

Thud.

Namgung Cheon’s form landed lightly outside the Cheongang.

“….”

The moisture of Manmangok seeping deep into his lungs.

And a very faint but distinct presence.

These were the presences he had felt from below the Cheongang.

‘If the distance has become this close, the presences should be much clearer.’

However, the enemies’ presences remained blurry.

This meant that the opponents were controlling their breathing and energy nearly perfectly.

‘Assassins.’

Ordinary martial artists couldn’t erase their presence so thoroughly.

This was a realm only possible for those who had devoted their entire lives to hiding and killing.

At that moment.

Swish.

A faint sound of cutting air mixed with the wind.

Namgung Cheon reflexively swung Mukhon.

Ting―!

A heavy yet sharp impact transmitted to his fingertips.

What was deflected was a poisoned needle.

‘It begins.’

Namgung Cheon’s eyes swept over the bizarre rocky forest of Manmangok shrouded in darkness.

But unlike when they threw the needle just now, the enemies seemed to have no intention of revealing themselves.

‘Then….’

There’s no reason to wait.

Whoosh―!

Namgung Cheon’s form shot into the forest like a streak of black shadow.

Toward the direction from which the needle had been fired.

Rattle!

The moment he passed between the rock pillars, hidden weapons shot out from both sides.

Swish―! Swish―!

It was a trap thrown in advance, predicting Namgung Cheon’s movement.

But Namgung Cheon didn’t slow down.

Instead, he twisted his body strangely and slipped through the narrow gap between the hidden weapons like swimming.

Tap.

His feet moved lightly as if stepping on air.

“…!”

The assassins behind the rocks who were about to emerge the moment the hidden weapons hit.

Their eyes wavered for an instant.

Simultaneously.

“Found you.”

Scrape.

A black trajectory drawn in the darkness.

Namgung Cheon’s Mukhon silently sliced through the necks of two assassins.

Before blood could spurt, Namgung Cheon charged toward his next target.

Black-robed assailants who burst out in front of Namgung Cheon drew their swords and rushed at him.

Since their stealth had been detected, they intended to crush him with a coordinated attack.

Four swords aimed at Namgung Cheon’s vital points from different angles.

Clang! Clash!

Namgung Cheon deflected all four swords simultaneously with minimal movement.

And the tiny gap created the moment the swords clashed.

Not missing that opening, Mukhon curved like a snake and pierced through the hearts of all four men in succession.

Thud thud thud.

Thump.

Four corpses collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

Though he had killed six in an instant, Namgung Cheon didn’t relax his guard.

‘There’s still more.’

The real one, of a different caliber from these assassins whose stealth he could detect.

‘Must be the captain.’

Namgung Cheon held his breath and melted deeper into the darkness.

‘You’re not the only one who can erase presence.’

Deploying the Shadowless Stealth Technique, Namgung Cheon even operated Taeheohosimgong to completely hide his internal energy.

Thus Namgung Cheon and the assassin faced off, thoroughly concealing themselves from each other.

Only the sound of wind and rustling leaves filled the quiet forest.

Namgung Cheon hid behind a massive rock and heightened his senses to the extreme.

‘…Where are you.’

The opponent had also completely erased their presence.

The suffocating silence continued.

It was a fight where whoever moved first would lose.

How much time had passed?

The moonlight filtering through the rock crevices trembled slightly.

The shadows of leaves swayed unnaturally.

‘Above!’

Namgung Cheon kicked off the ground and threw his body to the side.

Crash!

A massive twin sword struck down where he had been standing.

The rock split like tofu and fragments scattered in all directions.

Simultaneously, a man landed silently from the tree.

“…You dodge that.”

The captain’s voice was emotionlessly dry.

Instead of answering, Namgung Cheon readjusted his grip on Mukhon.

The dark red sword energy emanating from the assassin’s twin swords.

‘Peak realm.’

At that moment.

Whoosh!

The moment the assassin took a step, his form scattered like a mirage and disappeared again.

The will to fight thoroughly in the assassin’s way.

Namgung Cheon closed his eyes.

‘The moment I rely on sight, I’ll fall for deception.’

He entrusted everything to his energy sense.

Swish―.

‘Left!’

Namgung Cheon turned his body and swung his sword.

Clang!

Mukhon clashed with the twin swords, sparking.

Ferocious energy that seemed to tear space apart sharply grazed past Namgung Cheon’s body.

Even though his ambush was blocked, the assassin immediately withdrew his sword as if expecting this and melted back into the darkness.

Simultaneously.

Swish! Swish!

Sword strikes poured in from all directions.

Each one was a threatening attack imbued with tremendous energy.

Namgung Cheon stepped with the Heavenly Movement technique, swimming through that sword dance.

A precarious exchange continued for dozens of rounds.

The moment he blocked, they struck at his openings; the moment he dodged, they aimed for his back.

‘This will never end like this.’

Namgung Cheon realized.

He couldn’t win by merely responding to his opponent’s movements.

Moreover, this wasn’t the only method assassins used to kill their enemies.

‘If there are other assassins nearby, they’ll try something while I’m stalling for time.’

He had to overturn the killing scheme the enemies had laid out.

‘I’ll have to use it.’

At that moment, another rushing attack came.

Swoosh—.

‘Now!’

Instead of defending against the attack, Namgung Cheon stared directly into the eyes of the assassin charging toward him.

And.

Wooong—.

He awakened Chimhon, which slumbered in the Thousand Illusion Face.

A fragment of demonic energy that could not be resisted—purple energy from Chimhon flashed in Namgung Cheon’s pupils.

The moment the assassin’s gaze met that purple energy.

“…Kuk!”

The world shook.

And his five senses began sending completely different information to his brain than before.

A village entirely consumed by flames.

Endless sounds of flesh being torn and screams.

Furthermore, dozens of such scenes appeared alternately.

‘Wh-what is this…?’

A chaotic rampage of sensations that was utterly unacceptable.

The assassin’s body froze for an instant.

The sword that should have shot forward in a straight line at high speed slowed slightly.

In that split second.

Swoosh!

Namgung Cheon’s Mukhon scattered blue energy like moonlight through the air.

Slice.

“Kuh… huk…”

The Guard Captain’s eyes widened greatly.

He stared blankly at Namgung Cheon, feeling blood spurting from his throat.

He couldn’t understand what had just happened.

The last scene he had witnessed before being cut by the sword was a village burning in flames.

“…”

Ah, that was false.

Thud.

This was reality.

The assassin’s head rolled across the ground.

And at that moment.

Piiiiiiik—!

A sharp bursting sound from the distance echoed through Manmangok.

“…There was someone watching.”

And as if responding to that sound.

Rustle. Crack!

Countless presences stirred simultaneously in the forests on all sides.

It wasn’t just one or two.

At least dozens…

‘No, close to a hundred.’

Namgung Cheon readjusted his grip on Mukhon.

He had no intention of running away anyway.

In fact, this was perfect.

He could cut down every last one of them and leave a warning written in their blood for whoever sent these assassins.

His heart began pounding violently with excitement.

“Yes, come.”

Bloodthirsty killing intent erupted from Namgung Cheon’s entire body.

“I’ll send you all to hell.”

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The entrance to Manmangok.

About a hundred Black-Robed Assailants melted into the pitch-black darkness.

And at their head.

Akmugyeol, the Black Wind Grand Master, gazed at the rocky forest with a stern expression from atop his horse.

“Grand Master.”

Budan-ju spoke cautiously.

“Shall we advance?”

“…”

Akmugyeol didn’t answer.

His mind was chaotic like a raging storm.

‘Heukrangrin.’

Though he had knelt before that absolute symbol, doubts still remained like sediment in a corner of his heart.

‘Has the Alliance Leader truly emerged from seclusion?’

If so, then why.

Why would that person who commanded the evil path give orders secretly through the military?

Something that could be finished with a single word if he appeared directly before the Black Wind Division.

‘Moreover…’

To entrust Heukrangrin to the military.

Considering the Alliance Leader’s temperament, this was difficult to accept.

He never shared his authority with anyone.

Even if it was his strategist, who was like his own brain.

‘Something’s there.’

Akmugyeol’s instincts were warning him.

That the military—no, the entire Alliance—was hiding something.

But he couldn’t disobey.

Since Heukrangrin had appeared, it had to be regarded as the will of the Alliance and the Alliance Leader.

Disobedience meant rebellion.

A grave crime that could result in the annihilation of not only himself but the entire Black Wind Division.

‘I must kill Namgung Cheon.’

That was the only path given to him.

For the Alliance’s cause and his own safety, it was an unavoidable choice.

Akmugyeol clenched his fist tightly.

His nails dug in, causing blood to form on his palm.

‘Yes, for the Small Sect Leader’s sake too, complete eradication is the right choice.’

He would surely rise to a realm that would shake heaven and earth.

“Advance….”

Just as he was about to give the order to advance.

Shriiiiiiek―!

A sharp whistle sound cut through the forest and reached them.

“…!”

Akmugyeol’s head snapped up.

That sound was.

‘Saeongdae’s emergency signal!’

It was a signal indicating they were in combat.

“Where is it?”

Akmugyeol asked urgently.

“It seems to be coming from the direction of Cheongang!”

Budan-ju answered immediately.

Akmugyeol’s pupils wavered.

It meant Saeongdae had already encountered Namgung Cheon.

If so.

‘Is he dead?’

Or is he still alive?

There was no way to know.

Cold wind kept striking his face, but his mind only grew more complicated.

‘What if, just what if… what if the Military lied.’

What if Ryeon-ju had not returned.

Was he now wielding his sword for Ryeon, or….

‘Had he become a hunting dog for the Military’s ambitions.’

At that moment, Namgung Cheon’s gaze flashed through Akmugyeol’s mind.

Those intense eyes that seemed to see through everything.

Akmugyeol had a vague thought that if he faced those eyes, he might be able to grasp even a clue about this matter.

But this was merely a vague thought.

In the end, one thing was certain right now.

‘I must move immediately.’

Whether Namgung Cheon died by his and the Black Wind Division’s hands, or by Saeongdae’s hands.

First, he had to face him.

Akmugyeol’s gaze turned fierce.

There was no more time to hesitate.

“Advance!”

Akmugyeol spurred his horse.

“Yes, sir!”

The Black Wind Corps Members acknowledged the order and followed behind Akmugyeol.

The sound of a hundred horses’ hooves shook the earth and shattered the silence of Manmangok.

Akmugyeol’s eyes flashed intensely as he galloped through the darkness.

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