Namgung Heavenly Demon - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51

 

At the end of the dark passage that seemed to stretch endlessly.

 

A massive iron door blocked their path ahead.

 

“They’ve already noticed us.”

 

Countless auras could be felt from beyond the tightly closed door.

 

They had already sensed their presence and were fully prepared.

 

“I’ll open it.”

 

At Namgung Cheon’s words, Mujin nodded heavily.

 

Wooong—.

 

A dark blue sword aura surged from Mukhon’s blade.

 

Then he brought it down toward the iron door.

 

Kwaaaaang!

 

With a thunderous roar, the heavy iron door was torn apart like paper.

 

“…!”

 

Mujin sucked in a sharp breath.

 

Beyond the iron door, a massive underground cavern spread out.

 

The ceiling was dizzyingly high, and hundreds of torches on the walls illuminated the cavern like broad daylight.

 

And in the center of that cavern.

 

“This is truly unbelievable.”

 

A magnificent three-story wooden pavilion stood displaying its imposing presence.

 

Guimenguan.

 

This was the heart of Monghwando.

 

And in the plaza before that Guimenguan, dozens of warriors stood with weapons drawn, emanating killing intent.

 

“To think you crawled all the way here.”

 

A voice came from above.

 

Namgung Cheon’s gaze turned toward the third-floor railing of Guimenguan.

 

There stood a sharp-featured middle-aged man.

 

“That must be the Gwimyeon-gye leader.”

 

At Mujin’s words, Namgung Cheon nodded.

 

Gyejoo narrowed his eyes and looked Namgung Cheon up and down.

 

Then suddenly, Gyejoo’s gaze stopped at Namgung Cheon’s waist.

 

A white scabbard and a black scabbard.

 

Two disparate swords.

 

Gyejoo’s eyes flashed.

 

“…A young master of Namgung.”

 

Gyejoo narrowed his eyes as he continued speaking.

 

“I must kill you.”

 

At his words, the warriors filling the plaza all readjusted their grips on their weapons.

 

Killing intent surged like waves.

 

Namgung Cheon calmly absorbed that killing intent and spoke to Mujin.

 

“Leave those two to me.”

 

Mujin’s gaze swept between the enemies filling the plaza.

 

Soon a hearty smile crossed his lips.

 

“Understood. I’ll clear the path.”

 

As soon as he finished speaking, Mujin kicked off the ground and shot forward.

 

“Hup!”

 

Kwaang!

 

Mujin’s sword cut across the plaza, instantly crushing the enemy formation.

 

Over ten warriors charged at once, but Mujin was unstoppable.

 

His sword swept like a storm, cutting down enemies.

 

“Block him! Block him!”

 

While Mujin drew the enemies’ attention, Namgung Cheon charged straight toward Guimenguan.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Whoosh!

 

Two shadows simultaneously leaped from the third-floor railing of Guimenguan.

 

Gyejoo and his bodyguard.

 

They changed direction in midair, blocking the path of the charging Namgung Cheon.

 

Thud!

 

The ground cracked from the impact of their landing.

 

Seeing this, Namgung Cheon said quietly.

 

“You’re quite impatient.”

 

Shing—.

 

Gyejoo drew his blade.

 

“I can’t spend too much time just killing two people.”

 

Wooong—.

 

Red blade energy blazed up like flames.

 

“Die.”

 

With Gyejoo’s short shout, the battle began.

 

The bodyguard moved first.

 

His sword was as fast and sharp as a snake.

 

Swish—!

 

An aberrant sword technique centered on variable swordplay and swift strikes, exploiting the opponent’s openings.

 

Like a dance, he changed trajectories while persistently targeting Namgung Cheon’s lower body and flanks.

 

Namgung Cheon raised Mukhon to deflect the bodyguard’s consecutive attacks.

 

Clang! Clang!

 

Heavy impacts.

 

‘He’s reached a mature level even among peak masters.’

 

But the real problem was Gyejoo.

 

While the bodyguard confused Namgung Cheon’s vision with variable swordplay, Gyejoo charged in wielding his massive blade.

 

“Hup!”

 

Whooom!

 

The blade came crashing down with a heavy sound of cutting air.

 

Majestic like orthodox blade techniques, yet tinged with the dense evil energy characteristic of the heterodox faction.

 

Martial arts mixing orthodox and heterodox elements.

 

Namgung Cheon twisted his body to dodge, but the blade energy grazed his collar.

 

His skin stung from the heavy wind pressure.

 

“Ho, not bad.”

 

Gyejoo narrowed his eyes and swung his blade again.

 

This time it was faster and more ferocious.

 

Clang! Cheng!

 

Dozens of exchanges passed in an instant.

 

When the bodyguard penetrated the lower guard, Gyejoo’s red blade energy would seize that opening and strike like a viper at the throat.

 

A fierce assault that gave no breathing room.

 

The two men’s coordination was as organic as a single body.

 

Namgung Cheon tightened his grip on Mukhon.

 

‘This won’t work.’

 

He couldn’t break their coordination with defense alone. He had to disrupt the flow.

 

Cloud Sea Barrier Heaven.

 

Blue sword energy rose like mist, blocking the enemies’ sword paths.

 

Clang.

 

“…!”

 

The bodyguard’s eyes widened greatly.

 

He had clearly brought down his sword, but upon touching the blue energy, it became noticeably slower.

 

Namgung Cheon didn’t miss that moment when the sword’s speed decreased.

 

Thump!

 

His foot kicked off the ground and shot forward.

 

Heavenly Thunder Shaking Heaven.

 

A blue flash extended in a straight line, aiming for the bodyguard’s exposed side.

 

Swoosh!

 

Lightning-fast speed as if electricity was being fired.

 

“Urgh!”

 

The bodyguard gritted his teeth and moved his sword, but couldn’t avoid getting a deep wound on his side.

 

Red blood scattered through midair.

 

“Not bad.”

 

Gyejoo smiled coldly and swung his blade again.

 

As if the bodyguard’s injury meant nothing to him, he instead took advantage of the gap to penetrate even deeper.

 

“Try blocking this too!”

 

Gyejoo’s blade technique suddenly changed.

 

The existing heaviness disappeared, replaced by bizarrely flexible variations.

 

The blade energy split at the end like a snake’s tongue, simultaneously targeting Namgung Cheon’s neck and heart.

 

It was an irregular trajectory that couldn’t be blocked with orthodox defense.

 

Namgung Cheon’s pupils sank deeply.

 

Senses honed through countless life-and-death battles awakened sharply.

 

The trajectory drawn by the blade, minute muscle tremors, even the gaps between inhaling and exhaling breaths.

 

Everything became clear.

 

Swish.

 

The moment Gyejoo’s blade thought it had cut through Namgung Cheon’s form.

 

Namgung Cheon was already standing half a step to the side.

 

“…!”

 

Gyejoo’s eyes widened.

 

Then, the deeply wounded bodyguard fiercely thrust forward as if covering for Gyejoo who had shown an opening.

 

Gyejoo also didn’t miss that opportunity and swung his blade, launching another coordinated attack.

 

Clang! Clash!

 

Namgung Cheon deflected the bodyguard’s swift sword with Mukhon while simultaneously receiving Gyejoo’s heavily falling blade strike.

 

A disadvantageous one-against-two situation.

 

But Namgung Cheon blocked them all.

 

“This, this bastard…!”

 

Rather, as time passed, his sword techniques became even sharper.

 

Cold sweat formed on Gyejoo’s forehead.

 

He had clearly thought they were pressing the attack, but when he came to his senses, it was they who were driven to the cliff’s edge.

 

Not stopping at just blocking attacks, whenever their movements became large, Namgung Cheon’s sword would inevitably stab into those gaps.

 

‘This is impossible….’

 

Though only at the same peak realm, he was overwhelming them in the depth of martial arts.

 

‘At this rate, we’ll lose.’

 

Gyejoo’s gaze wavered.

 

‘I can’t die like this.’

 

He had to live. By any means necessary.

 

Only then could he put an end to all of this.

 

He subtly signaled to the bodyguard with his eyes.

 

‘Buy me time.’

 

The bodyguard also understood his master’s intention and nodded grimly.

 

“Graaah!”

 

The bodyguard gritted his teeth and charged forward.

 

A final strike pouring out even his innate qi.

 

A dark red light exploded from his sword.

 

Gyejoo took advantage of that gap to turn his body.

 

It was to head toward the secret passage hidden behind the pavilion.

 

However.

 

“Where to.”

 

Whoosh―!

 

Namgung Cheon lightly deflected the bodyguard’s strike and blocked the path of the fleeing Gyejoo.

 

“…!”

 

Gyejoo’s face contorted with shock.

 

Namgung Cheon felt that the killing intent emanating from Gyejoo had grown thin.

 

That’s how he could tell.

 

That he had decided to flee.

 

“Did you think I’d let you go.”

 

Namgung Cheon’s eyes glowed coldly.

 

Mukhon was raised high.

 

Blue light began to form over the black blade.

 

And he lightly swung his sword.

 

Swoosh―!

 

“…!”

 

A piercingly blue flash filled Gyejoo’s vision.

 

* * *

 

Slash.

 

The eerie sound of flesh being cut.

 

Mujin endlessly cut down the enemies before his eyes.

 

“Huu.”

 

Mujin exhaled roughly and looked around.

 

Jiok-do.

 

There were no other words to describe it.

 

Countless black-robed assailants lay sprawled, bleeding.

 

Severed body parts and red pools thoroughly soaking the floor.

 

Had the children they had kidnapped all this time ended up like this too.

 

Suddenly, memories from ten years ago flashed through Mujin’s mind.

 

The Heterodox Faction bastards who had trampled his village and cruelly slaughtered his parents and friends.

 

Mujin looked down coldly at the corpse fallen at his feet.

 

Those who had kidnapped and sold children without any guilt.

 

The corpses rolling on the floor were no different from those demons who had burned his village in the past.

 

‘So….’

 

Mujin shook the blood off his sword.

 

This was inevitable judgment to prevent further tragedies.

 

‘I won’t feel any guilt.’

 

Then, a heavy sound came from behind him.

 

Thud.

 

The sound of something falling to the floor.

 

When Mujin turned his head, he saw Gyejoo sprawled on the ground with both arms severed.

 

And before him stood Namgung Cheon’s indifferent figure.

 

“It’s over.”

 

Mujin muttered quietly.

 

Namgung Cheon slowly approached, grabbed the crawling Gyejoo by the collar, and lifted him up.

 

“Kraagh! My, my arms!”

 

Gyejoo writhed in agony and screamed.

 

Red blood gushed out from the severed stumps of both arms.

 

“Tell me who’s behind this.”

 

Namgung Cheon’s voice was endlessly cold.

 

But Gyejoo only laughed grotesquely with his pain-twisted face.

 

“Keheheh… Cough!”

 

Blood spurted from the corners of his mouth.

 

“There’s no… mastermind.”

 

“A lie.”

 

It was an obvious falsehood.

 

There was no reason for first-rate martial artists to kidnap children just to make money.

 

But Gyejoo’s eyes didn’t waver.

 

“Admirable loyalty.”

 

Namgung Cheon let go without hesitation.

 

Thud.

 

Gyejoo’s head slammed into the ground.

 

Keeping the truth hidden until the end, he breathed his last.

 

On his face buried in the pool of blood, a bloody sneer was still frozen.

 

Namgung Cheon lightly shook off Mukhon.

 

Droplets of blood on the blade fell pattering down.

 

Then, Mujin approached and pointed at Guimenguan as he spoke.

 

“Anyway, if we search inside there, won’t we find something?”

 

Mujin’s gaze turned toward the massive pavilion, Guimenguan.

 

Namgung Cheon nodded.

 

Then he looked at the tightly closed Guimenguan.

 

“We must find out.”

 

Namgung Cheon slowly began walking.

 

“What the reason was for creating this hell.”

 

And how to make them pay the price for it.

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