The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10
“That fellow just arrived, did he not?”
As Cheon Woon Gwang’s brow furrowed, Byeok Han Sung’s lips curled upward.
“Surely the Sect Leader did not instruct us to designate just anyone.”
‘This thundering fool.’
The moment Byeok Han Sung seized upon his words, murderous intent flickered across Cheon Woon Gwang’s gaze.
The reason the candidates for the Ten Demon Experts had been brought to Hell Island was not to leisurely impart martial knowledge.
Yet these trainees had passed the preliminary examination and boarded the vessel without incident.
Thus, unlike Bu Eunseol, they maintained the demeanor of those merely visiting the Martial Hall.
‘I must endure. For now, at least.’
Cheon Woon Gwang suppressed the rising fury and spoke with measured indifference.
“What sword technique could you possibly demonstrate against someone from the Basic Hall? Choose another.”
“Understood.”
Byeok Han Sung winked at Bu Eunseol and stroked his neck—as if to say she had been fortunate enough to spare her life.
To Bu Eunseol, it was mockery that transcended mere contempt.
“Then I shall——”
“I will do it.”
At that moment, Bu Eunseol stepped forward.
“I wish to cross blades with him.”
“What did you say?”
Murderous intent flooded Cheon Woon Gwang’s eyes.
Sa Woo and Jin Gak, though practitioners of the Demonic Path, possessed natures too leisurely and devoid of killing intent to be called true cultivators of darkness.
But Cheon Woon Gwang was different. His temperament was volatile and savage—a genuine adherent of the Demonic Path.
‘These wretches all believe they’ve come on a pleasure excursion to Hell Island.’
He swept his piercing gaze across Bu Eunseol and spoke again.
“Have you trained with the sword from the beginning?”
“No. I first learned swordplay under Sect Leader Jin at the Basic Hall.”
“A student from the Basic Hall wishes to cross blades with those advancing to the Advanced Hall?”
“If our blades meet, I believe I can learn and improve my swordwork more swiftly.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, a sharp gleam flashed across Cheon Woon Gwang’s eyes.
‘She struggles to preserve her petty pride.’
Cheon Woon Gwang let out a soft laugh.
He believed Bu Eunseol, unaware of his true strength, was acting rashly to protect her pride.
Of course, half of that assessment was correct.
Bu Eunseol’s pride had indeed been wounded.
‘There is no longer any reason to endure.’
When I lived happily with Grandfather Bu Chanyang, I could naturally bear ridicule and contempt.
But now, without Grandfather, I had no desire to live like an insect, pointed at without reason.
“To calmly assess one’s own abilities and act accordingly—that too is the virtue of a martial artist.”
Cheon Woon Gwang nodded, his smile laden with undisguised mockery.
“You would make an excellent example. I grant you permission.”
Cheon Woon Gwang pointed to a wooden sword fashioned in one corner of the Martial Hall.
“I hope you reach a level worthy of advancing to the Advanced Hall.”
Bu Eunseol said nothing and grasped the wooden sword.
The moment Bu Eunseol lifted the wooden sword, Byeok Han Sung’s face broke into a triumphant smile.
‘Fortune smiles upon me.’
This place was teeming with prodigies of exceptional caliber.
He harbored an unwavering ambition to transcend the Advanced Hall and become a true master of the Hwawoo Sword Sect, and this was his chance to make a lasting impression.
“Quite the audacious spirit.”
Byeok Han Sung approached with wooden sword in hand, his voice dropping to a murmur.
“But the martial world is not kind to those who rely solely on reckless courage.”
“Then begin.”
The moment Cheon Woon Gwang finished speaking,
Whoosh!
The wooden sword extended with blinding speed, driving straight toward Bu Eunseol’s brow.
He wielded the foundational techniques of the Hwawoo Lightning Sword with the fluidity of a master swordsman.
Swish.
Yet Bu Eunseol twisted her body with effortless grace.
In that same instant, Byeok Han Sung’s technique passed harmlessly through empty air.
“Respectable.”
Byeok Han Sung showed little surprise, immediately sweeping his wooden sword forward once more.
Bu Eunseol unfurled the Hwawoo Thirteen Forms she had mastered, driving her blade toward Byeok Han Sung’s ribs.
Clang!
Yet contrary to her intention, Bu Eunseol’s wooden sword collided with Byeok Han Sung’s blade.
Byeok Han Sung had skillfully maneuvered his sword to intercept hers.
Tremor.
In that instant, the fingertips gripping Bu Eunseol’s wooden sword quivered violently.
With her limited time studying the blade and complete absence of inner energy, Bu Eunseol could not withstand Byeok Han Sung’s raw strength and cultivation.
‘Truly just a novice.’
Feeling the force transmitted through his fingertips, Byeok Han Sung’s lips curled into a sneer.
‘I thought she possessed some hidden skill, given how composed she remained. How foolish of me.’
Byeok Han Sung scoffed and swept his wooden sword with renewed vigor.
“Receive the techniques of the Hwawoo Lightning Sword.”
Whoooosh.
Byeok Han Sung’s Hwawoo Lightning Sword cut through the air with the precision and brilliance of a master technique renowned throughout the martial realm.
“…?”
Yet as time elapsed, Byeok Han Sung became aware of something peculiar.
Bu Eunseol evaded his attacks with such ease that his own sword forms appeared clumsy and inept.
‘This woman!’
Though he executed his techniques flawlessly and deployed his forms with precision, Bu Eunseol moved as though she had already anticipated the trajectory of his blade, shifting her position before the strike could materialize.
It was due to the Beast Path’s ability to grant such exceptional senses that she could perceive even the currents of air itself.
“Hmm.”
At that moment, Cheon Woon Gwang’s low murmur reached Byeok Han Sung’s ears.
His voice carried unmistakable disappointment.
‘Moreover, that woman…’
Cheon Woon Gwang furrowed his brow as he observed Bu Eunseol’s movements.
Though she appeared to be moving swiftly to evade the sword strikes, in reality she was predicting them by observing Byeok Han Sung’s motions before dodging.
‘Could she have already mastered the Beast Path?’
Cheon Woon Gwang immediately shook his head.
Though Nangya Sect classified the Beast Path as a foundational technique, it was in truth the supreme martial art—mastered only by seasoned veterans among the sect’s masters who had survived death’s threshold countless times.
Even a prodigy of unparalleled talent could not master such a technique in merely two weeks.
“Evasion alone will not earn an evaluation.”
Cheon Woon Gwang, who had been observing the sparring match intently, spoke to Bu Eunseol.
“The sect leader instructed you to spar with a sword in hand. He never asked you to boast of keen eyesight and reflexes.”
At his sharp rebuke, Bu Eunseol ceased her movements and raised the wooden sword to the center position.
“….”
At last, she was about to unfold her swordsmanship.
Whoosh!
As the sword technique deployed, not only Cheon Woon Gwang’s eyes widened, but so did those of the disciples watching from the periphery.
“The Hwawoo Thirteen Forms?”
The sword technique Bu Eunseol had unfolded was none other than the Hwawoo Thirteen Forms learned in the Basic Hall.
The problem was that the Hwawoo Thirteen Forms were designed as a sword technique to teach the fundamentals of swordplay.
In other words, it consisted of light and gentle moves that were utterly useless in actual combat.
“Insane.”
Watching the leisurely unfolding of the Wind Lightning Thousand Miles technique, Byeok Han Sung found it utterly absurd.
“A technique one could evade with eyes closed.”
He turned his body lightly and evaded the sword strike.
But something strange occurred.
Though it was clearly an ordinary Wind Lightning Thousand Miles technique.
Bu Eunseol’s Wind Lightning Thousand Miles caused the sword to tremble once more in midair before grazing Byeok Han Sung’s head.
Whoosh.
As the tips of his hair brushed against the wooden sword, a chill ran down Byeok Han Sung’s spine.
‘What is this?’
Swish.
As Bu Eunseol’s wrist trembled once more, at the point where the technique should have ended, the Wind Cloud Breaking Void technique poured down upon his head.
‘This is the Hwawoo Thirteen Forms?’
With no room to evade, Byeok Han Sung was forced to raise the wooden sword to block.
Crack!
As the sound of the wooden sword rang out, the sighs of the disciples echoed in his ears.
―Unable to block even the Wind Cloud Breaking Void technique, he had to clash wooden swords.
‘Don’t be ridiculous!’
Byeok Han Sung gritted his teeth.
‘That’s not the Hwawoo Thirteen Forms.’
On the surface, anyone would swear it was the opening move of the Hwawoo Thirteen Forms.
Yet the sword path diverged subtly, and more than that—each strike concealed a razor’s edge and murderous intent.
It was like reaching out to pet what you thought was a dog, only to have your throat torn open by a wolf hiding its fangs.
Crack!
This time, Bu Eunseol’s blade thrust toward my chest.
It was a simple form from the Solitary Moon in Darkness.
‘This nonsense!’
As I raised my wooden sword to block, the form shifted subtly once more, driving toward my lower abdomen instead.
‘This wretch is toying with me!’
I trembled with rage.
I believed she was deliberately concealing her true strength, warping the Hwawoo Thirteen Forms to humiliate me.
‘She’s clearly orchestrated this farce to stand out before entering the Advanced Hall.’
I thought Bu Eunseol was prey caught in a trap I had laid, but reality was the opposite.
It was obvious she had arrived late at the Hwawoo Sword Sect on purpose, intending to leap directly into the Advanced Hall and make an impression.
‘Damn it.’
Feeling the piercing gazes of Cheon Woon Gwang and the other disciples, I bit my lip.
‘If that’s how it is, I’ll pulverize you, then ascend to the Advanced Hall myself!’
Whoosh—
Suddenly, the form of my wooden sword changed.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
The wooden sword traced a semicircle through the air, splitting into multiple shadows that bored toward Bu Eunseol’s vital points.
Each thrust came at a different speed, and the forms themselves were extraordinarily unique.
Whoosh, crack.
Having mastered the Beast Blade, Bu Eunseol barely managed to evade my strikes.
But my swordplay was so swift that skin and muscle grazed the tip of my wooden sword.
Had this been a real blade, she would have suffered numerous wounds both large and small.
‘She’s already forcing me to reveal my true capabilities.’
“You insolent creature!”
I pressed forward, wielding my wooden sword with increasing speed to overwhelm her.
‘A disciple of the Sura Sword Sect.’
Cheon Woon Gwang, observing the exchange, narrowed his eyes.
The swordplay Byeok Han Sung had just unleashed was the Sura Sword Sect’s killing form—Blood Wind Guarding Moon.
‘Not that it matters.’
Cheon Woon Gwang smacked his lips.
After all, this duel was merely to assess how skillfully one wielded a blade. Even if different sword techniques were employed, there was nothing to object to.
Crack!
Once more, wooden sword clashed against wooden sword.
This time, Bu Eunseol couldn’t perfectly evade the Sura Sword Sect’s supreme technique, the Sura Crescent Slash, so she raised her wooden sword to defend.
Crack!
As the wooden swords collided, the disparity in power became starkly apparent.
Inferior in both inner energy and raw strength compared to Byeok Han Sung, Bu Eunseol was ultimately driven into a corner of the Martial Hall.
‘I’ve got her!’
Byeok Han Sung, having rapidly closed the distance, exulted inwardly.
The Sura Sword Sect’s specialty was precisely the Chaotic Sword technique unleashed at close quarters.
‘This wretch!’
Byeok Han Sung, gripping his wooden sword short, bellowed a thunderous battle cry toward the cornered Bu Eunseol.
“Haaah!”
The Sura Sword Sect’s supreme technique, Violent Lightning Whirlwind, erupted forth.
Whoooosh!
The sword strikes, cascading endlessly in circular patterns, completely cut off Bu Eunseol’s escape routes.
Thud thud thud!
With dull impacts, Bu Eunseol was struck repeatedly, ensnared within the maelstrom of the Violent Lightning Whirlwind.
―Extraordinary!
Gasps of admiration erupted from the spectators within the Martial Hall.
The Violent Lightning Whirlwind that Byeok Han Sung had unleashed was so swift and fluid that even a master of the martial world would struggle to defend against it.
‘That woman!’
Yet Cheon Woon Gwang’s eyes, observing the spectacle, gradually widened.
He had noticed that Bu Eunseol’s legs—her ‘balance’—remained completely unshaken despite being struck by Byeok Han Sung’s sword techniques.
‘The Beast Path….’
Cheon Woon Gwang’s expression hardened like stone.
Only now did he realize that Bu Eunseol had mastered the Beast Path, the foundational martial art of Nangya Sect and a supreme body technique.
‘Was it intentional.’
Narrowly evading the sword strikes to lure Byeok Han Sung into unease.
Allowing his impatience to overcome him, causing him to unleash his supreme technique and exhaust his stamina.
He realized that all of this had been orchestrated by Bu Eunseol.
Swish.
Bu Eunseol’s legs and hands, though cornered and struck repeatedly by the wooden sword, moved with subtle precision.
“Aaaahhh!”
As the technique ceased, a piercing scream tore through the air.
The spectators watching the match were left in shock.
The one who had screamed was none other than Byeok Han Sung, who had been launching the attack.
“Ugh….”
At the center of Byeok Han Sung’s chest, at the Zhongzhong vital point, Bu Eunseol’s wooden sword was lodged firmly.
Believing he had seized victory, Byeok Han Sung had raised his sword to crush Bu Eunseol’s skull.
But in that instant, Bu Eunseol had unleashed a lightning-fast strike, piercing the Zhongzhong vital point.
Byeok Han Sung, staring down at Bu Eunseol with wide eyes, asked.
“What is the name of this technique….”
“Hwawoo Thirteen Forms, Thirteenth Strike, Infinite and Boundless.”
“…So this is the Hwawoo Thirteen Forms.”
Byeok Han Sung’s eyes widened in utter disbelief,
Boom!
and he collapsed onto the floor of the Martial Hall as though his body had simply crumbled away.
“Hmm.”
Cheon Woon Gwang exhaled softly and pressed his fingers against the fallen Byeok Han Sung’s wrist.
The pulse had vanished entirely, and the pupils of his wide-open eyes were grotesquely dilated. Bu Eunseol’s single blade had struck the vital point at his chest—he had died instantly.
“….”
A silence as profound as death itself permeated the Martial Hall.
It was as though an invisible demon’s hand had seized the throats of all present save Bu Eunseol.

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