Survival Guide for the Reincarnated - Chapter 116

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Chapter 116

At this point, he felt it.

Woo Rin.

He absolutely had to kill this man before him.

He didn’t know how he could unfold the Blood Demon Soaring Heaven Art, but witnessing that before his eyes meant he had encountered a ‘secret’.

Kill or be killed, without fail.

Truly without fail, only one of those two outcomes would unfold in the future ahead.

He kicked off from his position.

An enormous amount of demonic transformation coiled around his arms.

Black Fire Three Forms .

Flame Meeting Brushing Heaven .

Piercing through the downpour, an enormous amount of black fire swirled like a whirlwind and stretched toward Woon-hwi. Its range exceeded dozens of zhang.

But to Woon-hwi, everything seemed to move slowly.

“Three Gates . Blood Wind Flying Terror .”

His body like a feather, his qi so thin it couldn’t even be felt.

At this moment, Woon-hwi had become an existence that was incredibly weak, yet paradoxically incredibly powerful.

He slowly lifted his foot.

Rather than a step, it was a movement that seemed to traverse space itself.

Woo Rin was certain.

That he was slightly faster.

Woo Rin’s attack covered the very space where Woon-hwi had been.

Kwaaaaang-!!

With a tremendous roar, the raindrops falling from the sky all reversed upward at once. Space condensed and began to swell, then exploded once more.

Kwaaaaang-!!

The surrounding trees were uprooted, the trees beyond them began shaking madly, and the ground collapsed.

And at this moment.

‘Fear’ was dwelling in Woo Rin’s eyes.

“…How… how…?”

He wasn’t there.

He definitely could have crushed Woon-hwi’s face, but he had vanished without a trace. How could this make sense.

Such was Woo Rin when he instantly felt tremendous killing intent from beside him and immediately turned his body while crossing both arms.

He even redirected all the demonic transformation he had raised entirely to defense.

That was truly the most correct judgment of his entire life.

Jjeoooong-!!

With an explosive sound that warped nature itself, Woo Rin was pushed back smoothly.

Both arms tingled. The demonic transformation he had raised was extinguished instantly like a candle before wind, and his Protective Body Energy was shattered.

This was absolutely not a movement that a warrior of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown could make, nor was it destructive power they could display.

“What exactly… are you!!”

Woo Rin shouted.

Though his voice was filled with undeniable fear, Woon-hwi only gave a brief answer to those words.

“I already told you. Senior.”

Woon-hwi’s voice vibrated the air.

Soon, blood-colored mist began rotating like a storm around him.

The Blood Demon Soaring Heaven Art considers opening a total of five gates as completion.

With Woon-hwi’s current physical condition, the maximum he could open was up to the third gate.

Opening the fourth gate would inevitably mean death.

One would need to reach at least the Heaven-Human Realm of the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth to open it.

Of course, once opened, he would have to lie sick for at least ten days, but the important thing was that it could be opened.

Anyway, the third gate was the limit for now.

And he had to finish this as quickly as possible.

Woon-hwi extended his hand.

The one who noticed the meaning of this was Han Mu-rin, who was relatively close by.

When he threw the sword he was holding straight to Woon-hwi, Woon-hwi caught it.

In that brief moment, Han Mu-rin was puzzled.

‘…What…? Heogong Seopmul…?’

He didn’t know.

The sword definitely seemed to change direction slightly in mid-air.

Did he see it wrong.

Such doubts of Han Mu-rin were trivial compared to what Woo Rin was thinking.

“…This is… a conspiracy. Yes… a conspiracy. The Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace joined hands with the Origin Blood Sect! Your surname wasn’t Seol but Cheon ! Yes, that’s it. That’s right!”

Woo Rin began shouting loudly.

“A scarecrow suddenly comes to his senses and crushes the Martial Alliance’s Zhuge Yeong-hyeon at Baduk? That doesn’t make sense. Right! It doesn’t make sense at all. When it comes to Baduk, who is it. Isn’t it Cheon Do-ja! The supreme master of Murim! His Baduk skills are monstrous enough to give a handicap of one, no, two or more stones to Gun Mu-gyeol or anyone else! You must have originally been Cheon Do-ja’s hidden child. That’s why you’re so skilled at Baduk. The original scarecrow named Seol Woon-hwi died long ago, and Cheon Do-ja sent his hidden child to the Ten Thousand Year Snow Palace. Yes, that’s it. It doesn’t make sense for Seol Jung-cheon not to know this, so this was all planned from the beginning. A collaboration between the Blood Cult and the Snow Palace… These crazy bastards… What exactly do you want! Unification of the Central Plains? Destruction of the Martial Alliance? Dissolution of the Sichuan Alliance? Downfall of the Four Demonic Outer Sects? Destruction of the sects? What is it. What exactly is it!”

It was like the appearance of a madman.

But when examined piece by piece, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable either.

Woon-hwi’s transformation was truly remarkable.

It was natural for someone who didn’t know to think the person himself had changed.

This made so much sense that Han Mu-rin, Won Yang, and even Ju So-ah, who was watching from a distance, were widening their eyes as if it made sense.

Of course, Woon-hwi had no intention of explaining and no interest in it.

He only silently raised his sword.

Then the surrounding rain began to waver.

As if the sword itself was disturbing the surrounding nature.

Slowly.

Woon-hwi’s mouth opens.

“I rebuke the corruption of Murim .”

It was a low voice close to a whisper, but it was definitely a song.

It also pierced clearly into everyone’s ears through the downpour.

As the first verse ended, a subtle vibration occurred in Woon-hwi’s sword.

Woo Rin couldn’t hide his surprise.

“What is this…”

“Sweeping away century-old bad customs .”

As the second verse ended, wind arose around Woon-hwi.

It wasn’t simple wind. It was a clear airflow cutting through the downpour. Rainwater began rotating around Woon-hwi.

Woo Rin hesitated.

His demonic transformation that he had raised again wavered.

He, who had reached the Body Establishment Boundary, could understand.

What Woon-hwi was doing now was domination.

A mere warrior of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown was daring to dominate natural energy, which could be called the exclusive domain of those who had ascended to the Four Stages of Heaven and Earth.

“With sword I shall establish new order .”

As the third verse rang out, power exploded from Woon-hwi’s sword. It was a type of energy unlike any before.

A sensation like standing at the center of a typhoon struck Woo Rin.

Violently shaking demonic transformation, and control of surrounding energy.

He had to regain his trembling heart.

He had to attack now.

Definitely now.

He had to attack before that song ended to have a chance of victory.

He kicked off from his position.

And.

“Sweeping the world like a gale .”

The fourth verse ended, but Woo Rin’s expression was bright.

Because he was in close range.

Because he had drawn up all his qi.

Ashes scattered from his eyes.

Black Fire Three Forms.

Ultimate technique, Demonic Fire Iron Blood Divine Fist.

The fist wrapped in black flames was the qi of nature itself and devoured the entire space where Woon-hwi stood.

It was more precise and faster than before.

At this moment, Woo Rin was certain of victory.

In response, Woon-hwi’s sword, which had been lying on its side, also moved.

The direction was from upper right to upper left.

As the sword moved, the qi of the surrounding area moved with it.

It soon made contact with Woo Rin’s fist.

Zzzeeerrrrng-!!

And exploded just like that.

“Kugh…!”

Woo Rin’s scream mixed with the explosion, and naturally his body shot up into the air before being slammed down to the ground.

Woon-hwi moved his steps.

His steps were slow, but surely directed toward Woo Rin.

With each step he took, blood-red qi spun fiercely around him.

“Sweep away all the old things.”

As the final verse flowed out, Woo Rin’s body shot up from the ground again.

As if invisible hands of wind had lifted him up.

He hadn’t seen wrong.

Heogong Seopmul, or rather, if one completely dominated the surrounding qi, this was naturally a possible technique.

Woo Rin desperately tried to gather flames to defend, but the wind made of blood qi easily extinguished his flames like a candle.

“This can’t be… this can’t be happening!”

Woon-hwi’s sword moved in a circle.

Following the trajectory of that circle, a blood dragon formed and immediately struck Woo Rin.

“Keu… Keuaaaaaaak-!!”

Along with the scream, a chilling sound of skin and bone fragments being split and torn echoed.

“Please… spare… me…”

Woo Rin’s wish reached Woon-hwi, but it was a wish that could not be fulfilled.

This is Murim.

Woon-hwi’s sword moved once more.

Like a strike that split heaven and earth.

It passed through, cutting Woo Rin’s body once.

Kwaaaaang!!

With an explosive sound, Woo Rin’s body disintegrated into thousands of fragments.

His flesh, bones, and organs all scattered in all directions.

Heaven-Defying Vast Sword.

Second Song, Raging Wind Chasing Soul Technique.

He shook off the blood on his sword to the side.

The being called Woo Rin no longer existed in this world.

What remained were only bloodstains being washed away by the rainwater and fragments ground down to almost powder.

Even if one gathered all of that back together, it would be difficult to make even a toe, let alone a human form.

Raging Wind Chasing Soul Technique was that kind of sword technique.

Woon-hwi, who had been quietly receiving the rain, sat down on the spot.

Han Mu-rin immediately approached and supported him.

“…Tower Lord…”

“…Cough… Did you see?”

“Yes… I saw.”

“In your view, what do you think is the weakness of Demonic Transformation?”

“…Mental strength.”

Woon-hwi, who had been bleeding, smiled faintly.

“Yes, that’s correct. As with all qi, the greatest weakness is the person. Martial arts have something called intended nature, and qi is the same.”

“…Tower Lord… you don’t need to say more…”

Woon-hwi shook his head.

He had to.

Han Mu-rin had just gained enlightenment and could deeply engrave the weakness of Demonic Transformation in his heart.

If not on this stage, and if not right now when the situation had just ended, it wouldn’t work.

“…Demonic Transformation… loses control when extreme fear arises, and that immediately harms the user. It’s also a distinct characteristic of Demonic Transformation compared to other qi. Your killing intent is impressive. Don’t reduce that killing intent or anything like that.”

“…Tower Lord…”

“Your killing intent arises from anger. Primal anger offsets the weakness of Demonic Transformation, so don’t lose that nature, but control it. Only your pure mental strength can make your Demonic Transformation grow greater.”

Something trickled down from Han Mu-rin’s eyes.

Whether it was rainwater or tears wasn’t certain, but one thing was clear.

Woon-hwi’s heart.

“Thank you.”

He was truly grateful.

Where in this world could such a man exist?

The weight that the man called Woon-hwi occupied in Han Mu-rin’s heart became heavier than anything else in this world.

He would serve him.

Until the moment this life ended.

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