The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 107

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Chapter 107.
“Hehehehe. I wondered who had been tearing apart Buljeongsan like a madman for days… So it was someone from the Nangung Family?”
Wang Jeong spoke while gazing at the Golden Needle Sword, and the Masked Swordsman straightened his chest and declared loudly.
“That’s right. I am Nam Goong Woon.”
Nam Goong Woon.
The youngest son of the Nangung Family patriarch, he was infamous as a wastrel in the vicinity of An Hui Province.
Rumor had it that he was constantly drowning himself in wine and women, spending his days holed up in the finest pleasure houses. The whispers grew so rampant that people speculated the Nangung Family’s vast wealth—unrivaled in all of Jiangnan—would be squandered entirely.
So why had Nam Goong Woon, a disgrace even within his own clan, suddenly appeared on Buljeongsan?
“You claim to be Nam Goong Woon?”
Wang Jeong smirked, then nodded as if understanding something.
“Ah, so your debauchery finally got you cast out. Hehehehe.”
As if struck at a nerve, the Masked Swordsman Nam Goong Woon’s eyes flashed with fury.
Indeed, Wang Jeong had guessed correctly. When Nam Goong Woon failed to reform even past his coming of age, the exasperated patriarch issued a harsh decree and expelled him.
―Do not dare return until you’ve earned yourself a respectable reputation in Gangho!
In truth, Nam Goong Woon’s martial prowess was far more formidable than his reputation suggested.
His exceptional talent with the blade had bred laziness, and the Nangung patriarch, fully aware of this, had forcibly cast him into Gangho to temper him.
“If you’d been cast out, you should be begging at the family gates to return home, not wandering the treacherous paths of Gangho. Why are you here?”
At Wang Jeong’s words, Nam Goong Woon straightened his shoulders and offered a cold smile.
“I came to capture villains like you.”
“How amusing.”
Wastrel or not, Nam Goong Woon was a direct descendant of the illustrious Nangung Family.
Yet standing before him, Wang Jeong showed no sign of intimidation—only derision.
“Capture me? Hehehehe.”
“Hmph. You seem awfully pleased with yourself for merely poisoning me.”
With unhurried grace, Nam Goong Woon withdrew an orange-hued antidote pill from his robes and swallowed it immediately.
“Mountain poison lineage toxins are the most commonly used in Murim, so antidotes are equally abundant.”
Shing.
Drawing the Golden Needle Sword once more, Nam Goong Woon spoke in an icy tone.
“Now I shall sever your head and restore proper order to Murim.”
“Hahahaha!”
But Wang Jeong, who had been listening quietly, suddenly burst into wild laughter.
“This is truly hilarious! Hahahaha!”
“What’s so funny?”
Wang Jeong’s laughter ceased abruptly as he fixed his gaze upon Nam Goong Woon.
“Inexperienced youths often harbor a delusion—that matters of Murim can be resolved by martial prowess alone.”
“A youth? I am….”
“You don’t know that an antidote pill requires a full hour to take effect, do you?”
Unless one circulates one’s inner energy to rapidly distribute the antidote throughout the body, its effects manifest only after an hour has passed.
But Nam Goong Woon, having never taken an antidote before, remained ignorant of this fact.
“Furthermore, had you possessed genuine experience in Gangho, you would never have fallen into such a trap. The moment a retreating enemy is pursued is when danger strikes hardest.”
In truth, even three-year-old children could dig traps into the ground.
But Wang Jeong had understood the psychology of young masters who grew arrogant while pursuing their prey, and he had constructed a cunning pit trap accordingly.
This was not a trap for seasoned Gangho veterans, but quite literally, a trap designed for young masters with no real Gangho experience.
“Nothing will change.”
Nam Goong Woon bit his lip and drew his Golden Needle Sword.
“Once I kill you, everything ends.”
To prevent Wang Jeong from speaking further, Nam Goong Woon unleashed his swordplay.
Wang Jeong leisurely evaded the sword strike, his lips curling into a sinister smile.
“In battles between masters, inner strength and mental fortitude determine victory. But you have lost both.”
“Don’t mock me!”
“If you were a true warrior, you would have retreated and planned for another day. But you drew your sword driven by vanity.”
His words rang true.
Nam Goong Woon had lost half his inner strength to the Mountain Poison Toxin. On top of that, he was succumbing to Wang Jeong’s masterful rhetoric, his momentum crumbling away.
Whoosh!
Finally, Wang Jeong began to deploy his blade technique. Nam Goong Woon, as if waiting for this moment, channeled all his inner strength into his sword.
The Soaring Palace Flying Swallow Sword was a technique that overwhelmed opponents through relentless speed and variation.
Yet as Nam Goong Woon continued his swordplay, his expression grew increasingly rigid.
Wang Jeong’s broad saber moved like a fish slipping through a net, fluidly countering the Soaring Palace Flying Swallow Sword.
‘Can I… not defeat him?’
Nam Goong Woon’s face twisted as he wielded his blade.
In terms of martial prowess alone, his swordplay surpassed Wang Jeong’s technique.
But this was Wang Jeong’s territory.
Moreover, Nam Goong Woon had never faced a Gangho veteran skilled in psychological warfare, and he was weak at improvisation.
In contrast, Wang Jeong had fought countless opponents with his life on the line, and he harbored no hesitation in committing murder.
Because of this difference, Nam Goong Woon found himself utterly overwhelmed, being suppressed rather than suppressing his opponent.
―Matters of Gangho cannot be resolved by martial skill alone.
This was a saying habitually spoken by countless masters of Murim.
And such wisdom had been passed down for good reason.
Slash!
With a sharp cutting sound, blood streamed from Nam Goong Woon’s forearm.
Wang Jeong’s broad saber had carved a deep wound not just through skin, but into muscle.
“Hmph.”
Nam Goong Woon quickly switched his sword to his left hand, and Wang Jeong chuckled in response.
“So the Nangung Family teaches left-handed sword techniques as well?”
“Shut your mouth!”
Enraged, Nam Goong Woon drew upon his full inner strength. Brilliant radiance erupted from the Golden Needle Sword he gripped.
Cloud Realm Flying Swallow—he was about to unleash the most lethal killing move of the Soaring Palace Flying Swallow Sword technique in one devastating stroke.
“Fire!”
At that moment, Wang Jeong shouted loudly.
Then, the twenty-odd members of the Organization, whom Nam Goong Woon had thought had fled, suddenly reappeared and unleashed a volley of crossbow bolts.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The moment I gathered all my strength to unfurl my blade, external interference struck—as if someone had swept the legs out from under a man about to leap.
To execute the Yunli Bi Yeon Form, I had to expel all the turbid qi dwelling within my body and draw forth new power.
But with this sudden external disruption, the rhythm and cadence of my sword technique shattered beyond recovery.
“Ugh.”
Nam Goong Woon bit his lip, a low groan escaping him.
As my sword technique abruptly ceased, the stagnant qi blocked my meridians. The result was no light internal injury.
“You… you bastard…”
As Nam Goong Woon clutched his constricted chest and gritted his teeth, Wang Jeong seized the opportunity without hesitation, immediately striking the death point.
Thud.
As Nam Goong Woon collapsed limply after the death point was struck, Wang Jeong nodded with satisfaction.
“Hehehehe. This is what happens when a mere whelp dares challenge me.”
Regardless of his reputation as a reckless fool, to inflict internal injuries on a master of the Nangung Family without lifting a finger?
Wang Jeong could not help but feel triumphant.
“Unfortunately, I must dispose of this quietly.”
If word spread that he had killed a blood relative of the Nangung Family, Wang Jeong would gain great renown. But he would be hunted by the Nangung Family until his dying breath.
He had no choice but to eliminate the Masked Swordsman without a trace.
“Urrgh!”
Nam Goong Woon tried to cry out, but with both his death point and mute point sealed, only hoarse sounds escaped him.
“In your next life, learn your place and don’t act so recklessly.”
Wang Jeong’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent as he stared down at the immobilized Nam Goong Woon, raising his broad blade high above his head.
“Farewell. I shall give your corpse a proper cremation!”
“U… urrgh!”
Just as Wang Jeong’s broad blade descended toward Nam Goong Woon’s neck,
Whistle!
A flying blade plummeted from the distant sky, accompanied by the sound of air being torn asunder.
“Hmph! A mere trifle!”
Wang Jeong sneered at the incoming blade and swung his broad blade to deflect it,
Whiiiiish!
Suddenly, the speed of the flying blade doubled, then accelerated beyond sight.
“What is this?”
As the blade that had been flying slowly suddenly vanished, Wang Jeong staggered backward in shock.
Thunk!
At that very moment, a flying blade embedded itself squarely in the spot where he had been standing.
“This…”
Wang Jeong’s eyes trembled as he stared down at the blade protruding from the ground.
Had he not instinctively sensed the danger and retreated, this blade would have pierced not the earth, but his skull.
“Who are you!”
At Wang Jeong’s cry, a shadow descended from the cliff above, accompanied by a low voice from the heavens.
It was Bu Eunseol.
“For a bandit leader, you’re quite capable.”
Bu Eunseol looked down at Wang Jeong and nodded approvingly.
“To inflict internal injuries on a sword inspector of the Nam Goong Sword School with mere words alone.”
Wang Jeong regarded Bu Eunseol with eyes full of wariness.
He was a master with extensive experience in the Gangho. From Bu Eunseol’s single remark, he deduced that he had been concealing his presence all along, hiding on the cliff.
‘The confident way he appeared suggests he’s a master of superior skill.’
Wang Jeong was calculating Bu Eunseol’s martial prowess, his mind working like an abacus.
Bu Eunseol, observing him from above, let out a soft chuckle.
“There’s no need to strain your mind. After all, a year from today will be the anniversary of your death.”
This was a joke Dang Gon had once made to Sim Dok, the deputy master of Blood Poison Valley.
Bu Eunseol had taken a liking to Dang Gon’s words and decided to use them herself.
“Hmm.”
Though Wang Jeong swallowed hard, he was not greatly alarmed.
Having dominated the Buljeongsan region until now, he had faced countless masters. Among them were even Orthodox Sect experts stronger than himself.
Yet he had survived because he understood the habits and weaknesses that plagued these Orthodox Sect masters.
“Very well. I shall surrender at once.”
Unable to find any opening in Bu Eunseol’s stance, Wang Jeong immediately threw his saber down before him.
“Whether to the Murim Alliance or the government, it matters not. I shall follow obediently.”
He raised both hands as if to surrender. But this was Wang Jeong’s deception.
Whoosh!
The moment he raised his arms, a torrent of poisoned feather needles erupted from beneath his armpits toward Bu Eunseol.
The distance was far too close, and with both arms raised, it was an attack that could not be anticipated.
“Hmph.”
Yet Bu Eunseol, as if he had expected the ambush, was already behind Wang Jeong’s back.
“How predictable.”
Boom!
As Bu Eunseol threw a punch, Wang Jeong took the full force to his back and crashed to the ground.
The first form of the Fist Horse Seven Techniques—the Fist Horse Initial String—had been unleashed.
“Gack!”
As Wang Jeong tried to rise, he suddenly spat blood from his mouth.
‘What kind of fist is this heavy?’
As Wang Jeong staggered to his feet, fear flickered in his eyes.
Though it seemed like a light, casual punch, he felt as though his spine was crumbling.
Beyond question, this was a master with formidable fist technique and profound inner energy.
“Very well. Very well. I shall never attempt such tricks again.”
Wang Jeong, with both arms raised, wore an expression of genuine surrender.
Yet his eyes remained sharp, and a hint of composure lingered at the corners of his mouth.
‘To escape this place, I have no choice but to pass through there.’
Every exit from the gorge was laden with traps.
No matter how strong Bu Eunseol was, Wang Jeong was confident he could shake him off and flee. But then…
Boom! Crash!
A series of explosions erupted from the passage leading out of the Gorge, and soon a small shadow descended from the sky to the ground.
“All traps have been neutralized, Young Master.”
The shadow was none other than Heuk Pyo.
He had destroyed all the traps that Wang Jeong had set near the Gorge on Bu Eunseol’s orders and returned.
“For traps set in the mountains, they were quite impressive. Not only were there projectile mechanisms, but there was also a Bewildering Extremity Formation set up for escape routes.”
Wang Jeong’s mouth fell open.
How had that ordinary-looking boy discovered and dismantled all the traps and formations that he had painstakingly installed?
“Ahhhhh!”
Wang Jeong, who had been standing in a daze, let out a agonized scream.
Bu Eunseol, who had approached without warning, seized his shoulder with an iron grip.
“Treacherous dogs like you always resort to such tricks the moment you find an opening.”
Thud.
She then extracted dozens of concealed needle tubes hidden near Wang Jeong’s shoulder and discarded them.
“Your entire body is rigged with projectile devices.”
“I yield! I will not resist further! Please spare my life!”
As Wang Jeong cried out in terror, Bu Eunseol smiled coldly and spoke.
“First remove those Poison Star Shoes, then we can talk about mercy.”
Crack!
Bu Eunseol crushed Wang Jeong’s feet beneath her heel, and a poisoned blade shot out from within.
“You… you monster….”
Only then did Wang Jeong realize the truth, grinding his teeth.
“You’re not from the Orthodox Sects.”
Meeting Bu Eunseol’s cold gaze, he trembled and spoke.
“Where did you come from? The Nok Rim Alliance? Is this because I refused to join the Nok Rim Alliance?”
His words did not continue.
Suddenly, the area around his back, near the Mingmen point, burned with intense heat, and immediately a searing pain coursed through his entire body as if his blood were boiling.
“Ugh!”
Wang Jeong spat blood from his lips again, his eyes wide open.
A suffocating pain suddenly seized him as if his breathing passages had been blocked.
“Could it be… from that punch earlier….”
As Wang Jeong spoke, the whites of his eyes suddenly turned crimson, and he collapsed.
The intense fist energy that had pierced through his Mingmen point had traveled down his poison meridians, causing fatal damage.

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