The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 122

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Chapter 122.
While Nam Goong Woon engaged Wae Sal, I moved across the battlefield with Heuk Pyo, unleashing flying blades at the assassins mixed within the Pae Do Moon ranks.
Whiiiish!
My blade-throwing technique lacked the raw speed of the Murim’s renowned masters.
Yet the timing of each release was exquisitely precise.
—Gahhh!
Each time my sleeve cut through the air, white light flashed, and without fail, the blades found their mark in the assassins’ throats.
Whenever I swept past, screams erupted from both the Pae Do Moon disciples and the assassins.
“In the chaos of battle, speed of throwing matters little. What matters is placing each blade exactly where the moment demands.”
As I hurled my blades, I continuously imparted the essential principles of blade mastery to Heuk Pyo.
“Time your throws to match your enemy’s movements. Practicing unpredictable timing is far more valuable than mastering elaborate throwing techniques.”
Clang clang clang!
Heuk Pyo’s throwing technique began to transform after hearing the core principles.
Unlike before, the blood-red rings now struck the assassins’ bodies with each pass through the air.
He had grasped that timely throws were more effective than displaying elaborate technique.
“Ughhhh!”
Even the blades that missed disrupted the enemies’ movements and aided our forces.
“That’s the way.”
As Heuk Pyo and I swept across the battlefield, the Pae Do Moon formation crumbled before our eyes.
The battle was now approaching its final moments.
Clang clang clang!
Meanwhile, the duel between Nam Goong Woon and Wae Sal reached its climax.
Wae Sal wielded not only hand axes but also poison, throwing blades, whistles, and roars, alternating between false and lethal techniques.
Yet none of it touched Nam Goong Woon. He had already grown familiar with the Eum Sa Gok assassins’ methods at Woong Ga San Jang.
Flash!
Then the sun hanging at zenith reflected off Wae Sal’s hand axe, pouring light into Nam Goong Woon’s eyes.
“Tch.”
Nam Goong Woon quickly turned his head, and Wae Sal seized the opening to deploy a lethal technique.
“Got you!”
But in that instant, Nam Goong Woon—eyes closed—unleashed a blade technique like thunder.
It was the ultimate technique of the Spear-Bow Flying Swallow Blade: Heaven’s Selflessness.
“What?!”
Now it was clear—Nam Goong Woon had seen through Wae Sal’s sun reflection trick and feigned blindness while releasing his blade energy.
Whoooosh!
As the Spear-Bow Flying Swallow Blade grazed Wae Sal’s chest, his suspended body fell to the ground.
The blade energy of Heaven’s Selflessness had severed Wae Sal’s vital meridians.
“Kuhhhh.”
Wae Sal tried to draw upon his inner force to protect his meridians, but it was already too late.
Feeling his breath fade, he clutched his chest, his expression twisted with bitter regret.
“Where did this monster come from….”
But those words never found their end.
Thud.
Wae Sal’s head remained tilted toward the ground as he breathed his last.
“Haa… haa…”
Nam Goong Woon, gasping for breath, used the Golden Needle Sword as a cane to push himself upright.
Since entering the Murim, my battle with Wae Sal had been the most fierce and brought me closest to death.
“In the past, I would have died within ten seconds at his hands.”
Had I not possessed the fierce combat experience from Woong Ga San Jang, I would have fallen to Wae Sal before even unsheathing my blade.
“I chose my companion well.”
Nam Goong Woon turned his gaze toward Bu Eunseol.
In the brief time I had followed her, I experienced far more than I would have in years of wandering through Gangho.
“I may not know much else, but I have an eye for people.”
Nam Goong Woon shifted his attention to Bu Eunseol, who was active far across the battlefield.
Her expressionless face moving through the carnage resembled the Grim Reaper himself, dealing death.
Truly, abandoning my pride to follow Bu Eunseol had been an excellent choice.
“These bastards!”
Gwan Dok Gun, observing the battlefield, clenched both fists tightly.
As time passed, the Pae Do Moon ranks accumulated more wounded and corpses.
The assassins of Eum Sa Gok were nearly annihilated as well. Only the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Pae Do Moon disciples kept them holding on.
“Hmm.”
At that moment, the Masked Assassin, standing beside Gwan Dok Gun with arms crossed, spoke.
“Propose a duel.”
“A duel?”
“Three against three would be suitable. The side that survives takes everything.”
“Will they agree? The situation is turning in their favor.”
The Masked Assassin then spoke with a low chuckle.
“Even if they hold the advantage, our forces still outnumber theirs by more than two to one. If we continue fighting to the end, both sides lose. Only total annihilation awaits the victor and vanquished alike.”
Gwan Dok Gun nodded lightly in agreement.
Indeed, if this continued, even if Jin Cheon Moon claimed victory, barely a third of their disciples would remain.
“Understood. Let us proceed.”
Gwan Dok Gun, nodding with an impressed expression, stepped forward and shouted loudly.
“Everyone, halt!”
As the Pae Do Moon disciples ceased their movements, he broke through their ranks and slowly walked toward where the Jin Cheon Moon disciples stood.
“At this rate, we shall both face ruin!”
“Gwan Dok Gun.”
Then the Jin Cheon Moon ranks parted, and an elderly man with neatly combed white hair walked forward.
It was Wang In Hwa, the Sect Master of Jin Cheon Moon, who had been in seclusion for medical treatment.
“For ten years you have encroached upon our territory. And now you attack our sect without a word of warning.”
He glared at Gwan Dok Gun with a sorrowful expression and spoke.
“What possible reason could you have for committing such an act?”
“From time immemorial, the Murim has been a place where the weak are devoured and the strong devour others. I merely wished to expand my Organization’s influence.”
Wang In Hwa asked calmly in response to Gwan Dok Gun’s shameless answer.
“So now that circumstances have turned out this way, you’ll withdraw?”
“Not at all.”
Gwan Dok Gun glanced around and bared his fangs in a grin.
“How about we settle this with a three-on-three match?”
“A three-on-three match?”
“Indeed. Each side selects three masters, and whoever remains standing at the end is the victor.”
He glanced at Gwak Cheon standing beside Wang In Hwa before continuing.
“Let the leaders fight and decide the outcome.”
It was an audacious proposal.
Yet neither Gwak Cheon nor the disciples of Jin Cheon Moon showed derision.
Rather, they found themselves wanting to praise him for reading the situation so astutely and making such a proposal.
The casualties on both sides had been catastrophic.
“Hmm.”
Wang In Hwa exhaled a heavy sigh.
If the fighting continued as it was, victory was assured.
The Yin Sword Division was formidable, but the Nangindae that Moon Gwang had brought was overwhelming Pae Do Moon.
Yet if that happened, barely a third of Jin Cheon Moon’s disciples would survive.
“Indeed. Your ability to calculate the odds is remarkable.”
A victory that cost most of his disciples their lives would be closer to defeat.
In the end, Wang In Hwa sighed and nodded.
“Very well. We shall settle this with a three-on-three match. The victor will claim Sangyang.”
“A wise decision.”
Once both sides reached agreement, Wang In Hwa and the three Division Masters huddled together.
With the Sect Leader Wang In Hwa still not fully recovered, Jin Cheon Moon’s maximum strength lay in the three Divisions and their Masters.
However, both the Heaven Sword Division Master Gwak Cheon and the Earth Sword Division Master Ju Woon Cheon bore various injuries from their fierce battles.
The only one in pristine condition was the Human Sword Division Master Moon Gwang.
“Division Master Moon, you should go first.”
At Wang In Hwa’s words, Moon Gwang clasped his hands respectfully.
“I shall win all three matches.”
Moon Gwang strode confidently into the open space between the two factions and drew his blade.
“Come, anyone who dares!”
Then from Pae Do Moon’s ranks, a man wielding a jagged, saw-like saber stepped forward.
It was Gok Nam Cheon, the Vice Master of Pae Do Moon.
“….”
There was no need for the usual brief salutations or ceremonial gestures.
Moon Gwang and Gok Nam Cheon locked eyes before immediately unleashing their killing intent.
Clang!
Sword and saber intertwined in the air, sending sparks cascading outward.
Moon Gwang’s swordplay was as weighty and imposing as Mount Tai, while Gok Nam Cheon’s blade technique was as nimble and vicious as a viper.
In terms of martial prowess, Gok Nam Cheon’s technique held the advantage, but Moon Gwang possessed vast experience in Gangho and excelled at adapting to circumstances.
Clang, clang, clang!
Yet after some forty seconds had elapsed, the disparity in skill became glaringly apparent.
“Die!”
Having identified a flaw in Moon Gwang’s swordplay, Gok Nam Cheon’s curved blade thrust toward his armpit.
The move was executed with such exquisite precision that Moon Gwang found it impossible to evade.
‘Even if I die, I cannot yield.’
Rather than dodge the incoming blade, Moon Gwang surged forward and drove his sword toward Gok Nam Cheon’s chest.
Squelch.
With a sickening sound, Gok Nam Cheon’s curved blade pierced Moon Gwang’s lung, while Moon Gwang’s sword burrowed deep into Gok Nam Cheon’s shoulder near the Shoulder Well acupoint.
Splash!
As their weapons tore free from each other’s bodies, both men staggered backward in unison, blood streaming from their wounds.
“I’ve lost.”
Moon Gwang, casting aside his sword, wore a satisfied smile.
Though he could not claim victory, Gok Nam Cheon, having suffered a deep wound to the Shoulder Well acupoint, would be unable to fight in the next round.
“My apologies, Sect Leader.”
As Moon Gwang staggered back, Wang In Hwa quickly moved to support him.
“You’ve done well. You there! Quickly, take the Division Leader Moon to the medical quarters——”
“That won’t be necessary.”
Moon Gwang pressed a vital point near his chest and leaned against a nearby tree as he spoke.
“I’ll receive treatment here.”
“Hmm.”
Seeing the resolute gleam in Moon Gwang’s eyes, Wang In Hwa reluctantly nodded.
“Very well. Leave the rest to me.”
And with that, Wang In Hwa stepped forward.
Until now, unable to treat his deep internal injuries, he had refrained from using his martial techniques.
But with the very survival of Jin Cheon Moon at stake, he had resolved to risk death and take the field.
“Hehehehe. So the Sect Leader himself has come forward?”
As Wang In Hwa appeared, Gwan Dok Gun’s face twisted into a sinister smile.
“I wonder if your internal injuries have healed.”
Despite the provocation, Wang In Hwa merely nodded with an impassive expression.
“Why not verify it yourself?”
By the customs of Gangho, since the opposing leader had stepped forward, Gwan Dok Gun should rightfully face him.
Yet Gwan Dok Gun, his sinister smile widening, shook his head.
“It seems it’s not yet my time. Division Leader Do!”
He intended to send forth one of his subordinates to humiliate Wang In Hwa.
“Wait.”
But suddenly the Masked Assassin stopped him and pointed to a subordinate standing at his side.
“Myeong In. You go.”
“Understood.”
Gwan Dok Gun’s expression grew puzzled.
Until now, his subordinate Myeong In had remained silent, standing beside the Masked Assassin without uttering a single word or participating in the battle.
Yet suddenly he was stepping forward for this crucial confrontation?
“However, he….”
“Your subordinate cannot defeat the Jin Cheon Moon master.”
Gwan Dok Gun’s expression grew puzzled at the Masked Assassin’s words.
“Wang In Hwa has suffered from internal injuries for a long time. No matter how exceptional his skills….”
“Wang In Hwa’s internal injuries were sustained while cultivating the Ascending External Technique.”
“Ascending…External Technique?”
Gwan Dok Gun harbored doubts, yet everything the Masked Assassin had said thus far had proven accurate.
Moreover, as a master of exceptional skill who moved through the Pae Do Moon as freely as his own home, he surely had a hidden strategy.
“I understand.”
As Gwan Dok Gun nodded, Myeong In slowly stepped forward.
Though he appeared to have only recently passed his twenties, his eyes burned with fierce intensity.
Wang In Hwa recognized that the young man before him was no ordinary master and extended his hand with a cautious expression.
“Come.”
Myeong In launched a punch without hesitation or warning.
The strike was so swift that Wang In Hwa instinctively twisted his body sideways.
As the devastating fist grazed past his shoulder, Wang In Hwa attempted to draw his sword for a counterattack.
But Myeong In’s follow-up strike came even faster.
“Hmph.”
Forced into a defensive position once more, Wang In Hwa had no choice but to retreat.
Crack crack crack. Whoosh.
Wang In Hwa struggled to draw his blade while Myeong In unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes.
‘A mistake born of arrogance.’
Wang In Hwa bit his lip.
Myeong In’s fist technique was not only devastatingly fast but seemed to anticipate the path of his sword strikes, seizing positional advantage before he could act.
Even after forty seconds had elapsed, he remained trapped in defense, unable to mount any counteroffensive.
“Tch.”
Wang In Hwa grew anxious.
At this rate, even if a hundred seconds passed, he would never seize victory—only endless evasion awaited him.
‘There is no point in holding back any longer.’
Wang In Hwa unleashed the full force of his inner power.
His hair stood on end as it reached toward the heavens, and a tremendous shockwave rippled outward in all directions.

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