The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 123

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Chapter 123.
As Wang In Hwa channeled his inner energy, vitality flowed through his withered skin, and his eyes blazed with spiritual essence.
More than that, muscles now bulged across his previously emaciated frame.
A martial art that transformed muscle and physique—he was indeed mastering the external techniques of the Ascending School, exactly as the Masked Assassin had anticipated.
Crack!
Myeong In unleashed another lightning-swift fist technique.
Yet Wang In Hwa did not retreat; instead, he pressed forward.
Thud.
When the sharp punch struck Wang In Hwa’s body, it was Myeong In who staggered backward several steps.
“Arhat Qi Cultivation?”
A flicker of surprise crossed Myeong In’s eyes.
Each time Wang In Hwa’s body absorbed a blow, a powerful rebound force surged forth—remarkably similar to the Arhat Qi Cultivation, an external martial art of the Shaolin Sect.
“Take this!”
Having absorbed the devastating fist strike with his body, Wang In Hwa finally drew his sword and unleashed his blade technique.
Whoosh.
The Jin Cheon Moon sword technique displayed no overwhelming power, but it was characterized by remarkable solidity and stability.
Finding no openings in the sword form, Myeong In deployed his footwork to evade the blade.
Yet Wang In Hwa’s sword moved like a living serpent, sinuous and agile, boring toward Myeong In’s body.
At that moment, Myeong In’s pupils flashed. Simultaneously, fierce wind coalesced around his fists.
Whoosh!
Rather than evade the cascading sword strikes, he planted his feet and extended both fists in unison.
The motion seemed less like a fist technique and more like thrusting a transparent spear.
Boom-boom-crack!
With a resonant tremor, Wang In Hwa’s body recoiled several steps backward.
The intense force unleashed by Myeong In struck his body in rapid succession.
“Hmph.”
Despite taking consecutive blows from that overwhelming power, Wang In Hwa’s lips curled into a cold sneer.
“Fist techniques won’t work.”
With a sharp whisper, Wang In Hwa unleashed another barrage of keen sword strikes.
Myeong In deployed his footwork, continuously evading while launching fist strikes in rapid succession.
After some twenty seconds, Wang In Hwa’s confident expression faltered, his brow furrowing slightly.
Myeong In’s fist technique was like striking a bronze bell—each contact point vibrated with devastating force.
“Ugh.”
Wang In Hwa’s expression finally twisted in pain as he continued wielding his sword.
No matter how hard and powerful the external martial art one mastered, the human interior remained filled with soft organs and blood.
Enduring such violent vibrations repeatedly would inevitably inflict severe internal injuries.
Thud!
As another strike landed, blood surged into Wang In Hwa’s throat.
‘I cannot cough up blood.’
He forced his inner energy to suppress the blood, but doing so only intensified the aching around his solar plexus and drained strength from his limbs.
So I’ve sustained internal injuries.
“Cough!”
Wang In Hwa, spitting fresh blood from his mouth, staggered backward.
Though he had wrapped a powerful external technique around his body, his flesh could not withstand Myeong In’s fist technique.
“Ugh…”
Wang In Hwa, blood dripping from his lips, hung his head.
“…I’m defeated.”
The moment he acknowledged his loss, Myeong In gazed down at him with an impassive expression, then slowly turned away.
―Roooaaarrr!
A thunderous cheer erupted from the Pae Do Moon encampment.
With Myeong In having vanquished even the Jin Cheon Moon Master, the scales of victory had now tipped decisively in Pae Do Moon’s favor.
Barely rising to his feet, Wang In Hwa gazed toward the distant sky.
“Is this truly the will of Heaven?”
Among Jin Cheon Moon’s disciples, only three—the Heaven, Earth, and Human pillars—possessed the martial prowess to contend with a master of Myeong In’s caliber.
Gwak Cheon, having discerned his thoughts, stepped forward despite his injuries and spoke loudly.
“Master, fear not. I shall take the next match.”
“Wait.”
At that moment, a young scholar stepped before Wang In Hwa. It was Bu Eunseol.
“I shall fight in the next bout.”
Wang In Hwa and Gwak Cheon blinked, staring at Bu Eunseol’s sudden appearance.
Had he only just crossed into manhood?
Clad in plain martial robes with a rusted blade strapped to his back, his figure was nothing more—and nothing less—than a shabby wanderer.
Wang In Hwa gazed at Bu Eunseol and let out a long sigh.
“This match determines the very fate of our sect.”
Then, with a bitter smile, he spoke.
“How could an outsider, not a disciple of our sect, possibly step forward for such a match? Go back.”
Wang In Hwa believed the young wanderer had simply stepped forward on impulse, driven by vanity and a desire to display his martial skills.
“That man isn’t a disciple of Pae Do Moon either.”
At Bu Eunseol’s words pointing to Myeong In, Wang In Hwa shook his head.
“That is only possible because the Pae Do Moon Master’s shamelessness is as thick as iron. Our sect has no intention of fielding an outsider.”
But Moon Gwang, who had been receiving treatment, staggered forward.
“Master, send him.”
“What?”
“He is the greatest of Nangindae, nay, a martial master whose prowess surpasses even my own.”
Wang In Hwa could not believe those words.
No matter how exceptional his martial arts, this young man at best was a high-level wanderer. With such skill, he could never defeat Myeong In.
“Moon Pillar, regain your senses. How could we send an outsider for the final match?”
As Gwak Cheon also shook his head gravely, Moon Gwang spoke with earnest desperation.
“Gwak Pillar, please trust me. When have I ever spoken falsehoods?
At Moon Gwang’s desperate words, Wang In Hwa and Gwak Cheon exchanged glances and fell silent.
Moon Gwang had devoted his life to protecting Jin Cheon Moon as a loyal retainer.
Moreover, even if someone else stepped forward, there was no probability of defeating Myeong In—so either way, the situation remained unchanged.
“I understand. I grant permission.”
At Wang In Hwa’s words, Bu Eunseol stepped forward without reply.
Then she beckoned toward Myeong In.
Seeing this gesture, Myeong In’s brow furrowed.
Such conduct was an arrogant display that only those of far superior status or exceptional masters could afford.
“Hmph.”
With a short scoff, Myeong In hurled a punch toward Bu Eunseol.
It was the same peculiar vibration-infused fist technique that had defeated Wang In Hwa moments before.
“The White Fissure Fist?”
Bu Eunseol’s eyes gleamed as she deftly evaded the technique.
“No—he alternates between the Turning Fist and the White Fissure Fist.”
Though I had mastered only the first four forms of the Seven Forms of the Fist King, those four forms contained all the fundamental techniques of fist mastery.
In other words, I possessed complete understanding of every fist technique scattered throughout Tianxia.
“You seem to know something of fist techniques.”
As Myeong In scoffed, Bu Eunseol offered a faint smile.
“I can demonstrate them too.”
Bu Eunseol lightly swung her sleeve and extended a simple punch.
That single strike was remarkably ordinary—no power, no variation.
Yet it moved with such lightning speed that it could instantly block any follow-up attack.
It was precisely the Turning technique Myeong In had used against Wang In Hwa.
“…!”
As Bu Eunseol mimicked his own fist technique on the spot, one of Myeong In’s eyebrows twitched.
He recognized that Bu Eunseol was also a master with considerable expertise in fist techniques.
“Ha!”
With a sharp shout, Myeong In created dozens of fist shadows from a single punch, as if to demonstrate his superiority.
He unleashed the ultimate White Fissure Fist to prevent Bu Eunseol from replicating it.
“How naive.”
As Myeong In displayed his fist technique with pride, a threadlike smile appeared at the corner of Bu Eunseol’s mouth.
In a life-or-death duel, emotion is a luxury. One must only identify the opponent’s weaknesses and deploy the precise technique at the opportune moment.
“The moment you lose composure, the battle is decided.”
As Bu Eunseol retreated and let out a cold laugh, Myeong In’s eyes flashed.
“Hmph, cunning cannot overcome speed!”
Boom boom boom boom!
Myeong In’s White Fissure Fist transformed once more in mid-air, engulfing Bu Eunseol’s entire body.
No matter how swiftly one moved, there was nowhere to escape.
“But speed cannot overcome weight.”
As Bu Eunseol gazed upon the cascading White Fissure Fists, a shimmering flame-like aura ignited from her fist.
At last, I was about to unleash the Seven Forms of the Fist King.
Thud.
As I extended my fist lightly, the earth trembled beneath the impact, and the shadow of the Hundred Shattering Fists dissipated as if washed away.
Simultaneously, my punch pierced into Myeong In’s chest—a subtle technique of the Fist Demon’s Seven Forms.
“Ugh.”
Myeong In tried to defend himself hastily, but my fist had already made contact with his body.
Boom.
In that instant, Myeong In’s body collapsed forward onto the ground.
The moment my powerful punch connected, the Yin-Yang Flowing Force that dwelled within me suddenly yanked his body forward with tremendous force.
Among all the martial techniques scattered throughout Tianxia, only the Seven Forms of the Fist Demon possessed the miraculous ability to freely redirect the force of a punch.
“Urgh.”
Myeong In’s complexion turned deathly pale as he knelt and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
“Ugh…”
He forced himself to stand, but immediately knelt again.
Unable to withstand even a single punch from me, he had suffered severe internal injuries.
“Hmm.”
Looking down at him, I turned without a second glance and walked back toward the Jin Cheon Moon encampment.
―Roaaaaaaar!
This time, cheers erupted from the Jin Cheon Moon camp.
They had achieved victory in a match they thought impossible to win.
Conversely, tension hung heavy over the Pae Do Moon encampment.
The final match. Depending on this confrontation, one of the two sects would have to completely abandon the Sang Yang Region.
“Damn it.”
Gwan Dok Gun, who had watched the match with Myeong In, trembled.
The martial prowess Bu Eunseol displayed was worthy of a next-generation sect master. She was far beyond the level of a mere sect leader from a peripheral faction vying for dominance in the Sang Yang Region.
As he stood paralyzed with indecision, the Masked Assassin stepped forward.
“I shall handle this one.”
Gwan Dok Gun’s face brightened immediately.
If his subordinate Myeong In possessed such skill, the Masked Assassin’s martial prowess would naturally be even greater.
“Would you truly do so?”
Most sect leaders would have declined once out of pride.
But Gwan Dok Gun’s face was like iron. He made no pretense of refusal and instead guided the Masked Assassin forward, just as Jeomsoi would have.
“Then, I entrust this to you.”
The Masked Assassin stepped before me without even glancing at Gwan Dok Gun, his demeanor utterly composed.
“A wanderer, are you?”
The Masked Assassin looked down at me and spoke coldly.
“For someone of your caliber to remain unknown, you must surely be concealing your identity.”
Then he chuckled lightly and flicked his hand.
I observed him and immediately unleashed my martial technique.
Whoosh!
The Masked Assassin’s waist bent slightly as if caught in a typhoon.
The Seven Heavenly Fists of Kwon Ma possessed both fierce majesty and subtle gentleness—light as wind yet destructive as lightning.
Moreover, because it encompassed all variations of martial arts under heaven, the fist force could be redirected with absolute freedom.
Though Bu Eunseol appeared to throw a direct punch, she had actually struck from the side.
“Hmph.”
Yet the Masked Assassin, as if reading her technique, twisted his body lightly and evaded.
But the fist force did not dissipate—it pursued him like a phantom, targeting the Mingmen acupoint on his back.
“Ho.”
The Masked Assassin exclaimed, his eyes flashing as he extended one hand forward.
Pat.
A brief shock wave rippled outward in all directions, and Bu Eunseol’s fist force could advance no further—as if blocked by an enormous wall.
“…!”
In that instant, one of Bu Eunseol’s eyebrows shot upward.
Since unleashing the Seven Heavenly Fists, this was the first person to receive it with such ease.
Whoosh!
As Bu Eunseol deployed her fists again, a thunderous boom split the air as cannonball-like strikes rained down upon the Masked Assassin’s front.
She poured the initial technique of the Seven Heavenly Fists—which she had always wielded lightly—with the full power of three heavens.
The speed was so tremendous and the range of fist force so vast that the Masked Assassin had no room to escape.
Crack!
In that moment, the Masked Assassin extended his fingers like lightning.
Boom!
As fist and fingers collided, a tremendous destructive sound erupted, and concentric shock waves rippled outward in all directions.
‘A finger technique?’
Astonishingly, the Masked Assassin was blocking Bu Eunseol’s punch with a single finger.
To stop a fist force capable of shattering thick stone with merely one finger?
Moreover, having mastered a unique and formidable finger technique, a crimson shimmer rose from the tips of his nails.
“A remarkable martial art indeed.”
The Masked Assassin narrowed his eyes as if savoring the power contained in Bu Eunseol’s strike.
“At first glance it appears to be a crude external fist art of pure ferocity, yet within lies an internal palm technique akin to the Wudang Sect’s Cotton Palm.”
Muttering low, the Masked Assassin curled three fingers like claws, as if deploying the Shaolin Sect’s Dragon Claw Hand.
Then, closing the distance in an instant, he unleashed his fingers.
Crack crack!
From the Masked Assassin’s fingertips came a radiance sharper than sword qi, pouring forth without restraint.
Each time his crimson fingers sliced through empty air, strands of Bu Eunseol’s hair, which she had raised to defend, fell away like rain.
‘So fast.’
No matter how superior the Seven Heavenly Fists were, Bu Eunseol had studied them for far too brief a time.
Yet the Masked Assassin, as if having trained in finger techniques for decades, displayed masterful control over the deployment and withdrawal of each move.
Crack crack crack!
As the technique shifted once more, the Masked Assassin’s hands became a dragon embroidering the sky, coiling around Bu Eunseol’s body.
Bu Eunseol remained unruffled, deploying her Extreme Speed Shadowless Movement to evade while simultaneously widening the distance between herself and the Masked Assassin.
‘Had I not experienced Jeong Cheon’s chaotic sword technique, I would never have escaped this.’
Bu Eunseol had already engaged in a desperate close-quarters blood duel with Jeong Cheon, a master of the swift blade.
Without such experience, I would have already succumbed to the Masked Assassin’s technique and suffered grievous wounds.
“Your movements are swift. However….”
The Masked Assassin, unleashing his technique, spoke coldly.
“Once my technique is deployed, there is nowhere left to escape.”
The technique pouring forth from the Masked Assassin sealed off all directions around Bu Eunseol like a crimson tempest.
Simultaneously, an overwhelming pressure bore down upon my entire body, hampering my evasive movements.
‘This man’s technique even anticipates evasion and unfolds accordingly.’
As time elapsed, my body accumulated cuts both large and small.
The Masked Assassin’s mastery was even faster than the swift blade technique of Jeong Cheon, whom I had faced before.
‘Formidable.’
Despite the dire circumstances, my heart raced with exhilaration.
The Masked Assassin’s power was likely on par with Jeong Cheon’s—which meant I had been granted another opportunity to clash at full strength.
‘Then!’
Taking a deep breath, I violently drew upon the Anti-Polar True Qi circulating within my body.
Boom!
As I elevated my inner power beyond the seventh star, my pupils dilated dramatically, and a strange light erupted forth.
Until now, I had never channeled more than third-star power into my fist techniques.
The Fist Demon Seven Styles possessed overwhelming destructive force.
Yet at last, I had encountered an opponent worthy of unleashing this ancient martial art without restraint.

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