The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 721

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Chapter 721.
Pshhh.
Blood sprayed from Wi Hyuk Gyun’s shoulder as he maintained his defensive stance.
If his posture deviated even slightly from its original form, or if his spirit wavered…
The sword energy of the Geom So Heon Won Sik that enveloped his body would instantly pierce through him.
Bu Eunseol remained motionless with her sword extended.
In truth, the Geom So Heon Won Sik was not yet fully deployed.
The sword technique would only end once the enemy’s life force was extinguished.
Bu Eunseol continuously poured her inner energy to maintain the form of the sword energy wrapped around Wi Hyuk Gyun’s body.
Wi Hyuk Gyun, maintaining a perfect defensive stance, was searching for a way to break the Geom So Heon Won Sik.
―That is the sword technique of Sword King Seon Woo Jin.
The warlords held their breath, watching intently.
Though the martial arts of Murim were diverse,
To replicate an enemy’s form exactly in sword energy and deploy a technique that could neither be dodged nor blocked?
Most martial artists unfamiliar with the Geom So Heon Won Sik
mistakenly believed that Seon Woo Jin had created a uniquely terrifying sword art that shattered the principles underlying the various sword techniques scattered throughout Murim.
Screech, screech screech screech.
Suddenly, sparks began to scatter with a friction sound from Wi Hyuk Gyun’s Jeok Ri Geom as he maintained his defensive posture.
Though he appeared to stand calmly, he was responding to the changes of the Geom So Heon Won Sik through infinitesimal movements of his blade.
One second, two seconds, fifteen seconds… thirty seconds.
He slowly counted the one hundred eighty variations of the sword technique that surrounded his body,
and was breaking them down one by one.
Screeeech!
Suddenly, a sharp sword cry erupted from the Jeok Ri Geom, filling all of Po Seok Island with its resonance,
and a circular wave of energy formed at the tip of the rapidly spinning blade, gradually expanding into something massive.
Boom!
The enlarged energy wave erupted in a brilliant explosion, then suddenly scattered into hundreds of fragments along with a violent wind.
Whoooosh.
A tempest that seemed ready to sweep away the world itself, and light particles crumbling like sand, filled the plains completely.
As millions of luminous points filled the space,
the warlords felt as though they were witnessing a beautiful fireworks display made of light itself.
―Ohhh!
Just as the martial artists watching the sword technique unconsciously burst into admiration,
Screeeech!
With a piercing sound that seemed to tear the eardrums, the sword light that had filled the plains vanished.
At the same moment, the two figures became visible again.
Bu Eunseol maintained her stance with sword extended.
Wi Hyuk Gyun likewise maintained his defensive posture as before.
But the sword energy of the Geom So Heon Won Sik that had been coiling around Wi Hyuk Gyun’s body had disappeared.
―The sword technique has been broken!
The warlords’ eyes widened as they cried out inwardly in shock.
The mysterious swordsmanship of Seon Woo Jin had finally been shattered by Wi Hyuk Gyun’s hand.
“What a pity.”
Wi Hyuk Gyun smiled faintly.
“Had it been a complete sword technique, your head would have rolled with this single move.”
The Sword Demon, Wi Hyuk Gyun.
He who wielded the blade best among the Demonic Path.
Bu Eunseol’s Sword Void Returning Origin technique, which had undergone one hundred and eighty transformations, was not perfectly unfolded.
He had discerned that it was an incomplete sword technique.
Drip, drip, drip.
Yet crimson blood was falling to the ground from beneath Wi Hyuk Gyun’s legs.
He had found the minute flaws in the Sword Void Returning Origin technique and shattered each of its transformations one by one.
But because he had broken the sword technique while surrounded by sword energy, countless wounds both large and small covered his entire body.
Still, a smile of victory lingered at the corners of his mouth.
“If you cannot unfold a sword technique more powerful than this one….”
Wi Hyuk Gyun’s eyes, gleaming with cold light, remained fixed on Bu Eunseol’s face.
“You will die.”
Boom!
At that very moment, a low vibration echoed from somewhere.
It resembled the sound that reverberates through one’s heart when struck by profound shock.
The warlords looked around with puzzled expressions.
Where on earth had such a vibration suddenly come from?
Whoosh!
Then Bu Eunseol suddenly sprang nearly five zhang into the air.
Performing a fierce aerial somersault, she landed back on the ground.
―Was she suddenly showing off her lightness skill?
The warlords, who had tilted their heads in confusion,
suddenly cried out in unison as if by prior agreement.
Sharp sword energy had thrust skyward where Bu Eunseol had been standing.
Only the sword energy was so transparent that it had been difficult to see.
Drip, drip, drip.
But something was strange.
Blood was flowing from Bu Eunseol’s back despite having perfectly evaded the sword technique with her aerial somersault.
―There’s one above too!
Someone shouted.
It turned out that sword energy had not only thrust up from the ground, but had also poured down from overhead.
The Hwawoo Sword Technique, Second Form, High and Low Inclining—a wondrous technique.
“Hmm.”
When Bu Eunseol did not immediately counterattack despite barely evading High and Low Inclining, Wi Hyuk Gyun’s eyes grew cold.
“Surely the sword technique from the Cho Yo Bun form just now was not all you have.”
The single move of the Geom So Heon Won Sik that Bu Eunseol had just displayed possessed such an enigmatic power that even Wi Hyuk Gyun could not guarantee life or death.
However, because it was not a perfect sword technique, he could unravel its transformations and immediately launched a counterattack.
Yet Bu Eunseol, despite sensing Wi Hyuk Gyun’s initial strike just moments before,
did not meet it with sword technique but deliberately unfolded movement arts to evade.
This ultimately meant there was no sword form capable of parrying the Hwa Woo Geom and launching a counterattack.
That first Geom So Heon Won Sik was the foundation—the entirety—of Seon Woo Jin’s arsenal.
“Hehehehe.”
Having grasped the entire situation, Wi Hyuk Gyun burst into laughter as if finding it absurd.
“Hahahaha.”
After laughing heartily for a long moment, he shook his head as if utterly dumbfounded.
“A madman, truly.”
Contempt flowed from Wi Hyuk Gyun’s eyes.
I thought that with such a grandiose title as Sword King, he must have cultivated some formidable sword technique.
Yet he dared challenge me while relying on nothing but a single, incomplete sword form.
“Did he think this duel was a martial contest where victory comes from merely surpassing the opponent by half a technique?”
Wi Hyuk Gyun muttered softly.
“This is a life-and-death battle where one must sever the enemy’s vitals, pierce their heart, and cleanly sever their limbs.”
Flash!
The Jeok Ri Geom erupted in radiance once more.
There was no need for further conversation.
There was no need to pause the assault and allow him to catch his breath.
From this moment forward, until I sever that creature’s neck and carve out his heart,
I shall unleash endless attacks.
Kwaaah!
In the span of a single finger snap, Wi Hyuk Gyun unleashed seventy-two sword strikes in rapid succession.
Though it appeared as if each distinct sword form was being released separately, in reality it was deployed all at once—
the fourth technique of the Hwa Woo Geom, the Mu Geo Bul Chuk.
Kwaaah!
The sword forms pouring forth in all directions transformed, accompanied by a resonant hum, into a tidal wave of sword energy that
consumed all space for evasion and engulfed Bu Eunseol’s body.
‘There will be no sword technique to counter this.’
Wi Hyuk Gyun wore a cold smile.
He had already discerned that Seon Woo Jin, beyond that single incomplete Geom So Heon Won Sik,
had not mastered any Orthodox sword technique of comparable caliber.
Shing, shing, shing!
At that moment, Bu Eunseol wielded the Muk Hon Geom and unfolded a gentle sword technique.
It was reasonably elegant but possessed little power—a second-rate Orthodox sword technique.
The Ho Cheon Geom Beop.
Slash.
Yet accompanied by the sound of paper being severed,
The Heavenly Tiger Sword Technique that Bu Eunseol unleashed was completely obliterated by the sword qi that Wi Hyuk Gyun had generated.
Now I found myself in a situation where my neck would be severed without any means of escape.
Whoosh!
Yet something extraordinary occurred.
Suddenly, a sharp aura burst forth and began colliding with the cascading sword qi.
It was not the Muk Hon Sword wielding the Heavenly Tiger Sword Technique, but rather an aura emanating from his left hand.
It was the Empty Fist Single Form that I had mastered in the Martial Emperor’s Secret Vault, unleashing the Thirteen Night Technique.
The Empty Fist Single Form was a punch as light as clouds.
Yet the aura accompanying the Thirteen Night Technique possessed a destructive force capable of toppling even mountains.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As the Thirteen Night Technique instantly pierced through Wi Hyuk Gyun’s sword qi, a minute gap appeared.
Bu Eunseol did not miss this opportunity and immediately threw his body toward that opening.
Boom!
At that moment, the spot where Bu Eunseol had been standing erupted with a deafening explosion.
The very attack that Wi Hyuk Gyun had unleashed just moments before—
I had escaped from the Hwawoo Sword Sect’s Fourth Sword Technique, the Immeasurable Sword Form.
Splash!
Even though Bu Eunseol had moved three zhang beyond the range of the sword force, blood still gushed from his shoulder.
Had the formidable aura of the Thirteen Night Technique not created that opening, my body would have been torn into dozens of pieces.
Flash!
Wi Hyuk Gyun gave Bu Eunseol no time to breathe.
Like a phantom, he closed the distance and unleashed a barrage of sharp killing techniques.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!
Each time a sharp line was drawn through the air, the surrounding trees and stones turned to powder and scattered.
Winds howled from all directions.
The warlords gathered near the battlefield began to retreat gradually.
Even though they stood dozens of zhang away,
their skin felt as though it would be torn apart by the touch of the sword wind.
―This is the Sword Demon….
Sword Demon. This term, which referred to the greatest swordsman of the Demonic Path,
had become a hereditary title passed down through generations of swordsmen from the Hwawoo Sword Sect, who wielded dominion over the Demonic Path’s Murim.
Because of this, the Hwawoo Sword Sect was criticized for using the sect’s prestige to continuously preserve the name of Sword Demon.
But that was merely a false rumor.
The Demonic Path judged with absolute fairness.
It precisely distinguished masters who possessed the qualifications to be the greatest swordsman of the Demonic Path and bestowed that title upon them.
It was simply that the disciples of the Hwawoo Sword Sect were overwhelmingly powerful.
Thus, all those who possessed the qualifications to become the greatest swordsman of the Demonic Path were disciples of the Hwawoo Sword Sect.
This was how such misunderstandings arose.
Boom! Crash!
At some point, Wi Hyuk Gyun’s sword qi was no longer confined to the Red Blade Sword alone, but erupted from his entire body.
The boundary between weapon and flesh dissolved completely, transcending even the unity of sword and self.
I had reached the realm where the sword dwells within the mind and moves according to its will—the state of Heart Holds Sword, Sword Follows Mind.
Whoooosh!
Those formidable sword energies became a whirlwind, scattering dust and stone fragments chaotically in all directions.
Bu Eunseol, trapped within the sword energy, stood in the center of the Open Ground.
Unable to move an inch, I defended myself by raising one arm and wielding my sword in frantic, desperate motions.
Swish! Swish!
My sword technique lacked elegance, yet I somehow managed to parry Wi Hyuk Gyun’s relentless assault.
This was thanks to the mysterious function of the Thirteen Nights technique—its energy did not dissipate even when struck by the cascading sword force.
“So you call yourself the Sword King? That title seems wasted on you.”
Wi Hyuk Gyun laughed incredulously at the sight.
“Perhaps ‘Hodgepodge King’ would suit you better.”
Despite his words, he did not relent in his assault.
Though lacking the might of the Hwawoo Sword, the Thirteen Nights technique erupted endlessly from impossible angles at precisely the right moments.
In doing so, it disrupted Wi Hyuk Gyun’s flawless sword form and created openings for me to escape.
“Hmph!”
As I stubbornly held my ground, Wi Hyuk Gyun drew his crimson sword in a perfect cross.
He unleashed the seventh form of the Hwawoo Sword technique: Radiant Wind, Clear Moon.
Shhhhh!
In an instant, the Thirteen Nights energy that had not dissipated evaporated as if it had never existed.
Wi Hyuk Gyun seized the opportunity without hesitation.
He generated countless sword energies anew, encircling me from all sides.
It was a variation of the first form of the Hwawoo Sword technique: Profound Mystery Upon Profound Mystery.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
The sword energy spreading in all directions left sharp afterimages as it carved into my body.
Had I been my original self, I could have deployed Extreme Speed Without Shadow.
I could have shifted my position and redirected the sword energy.
But now I was Seon Woo Jin.
Instead of that mysterious technique, I stepped using the Illusory Ring Bewildering Path that I had witnessed in Mu Hwang’s Secret Vault.
This time, I unleashed the Dragon Tiger Sword of the Dragon Tiger School and the Heavenly Immortal Sword technique of the White Moon School in chaotic succession.
Boom! Boom!
As the sword energies collided, compressed air burst with a thunderous crack, and waves of true energy rippled outward in all directions.
Screech.
Overwhelmed in both power and technique, I was driven back three steps.
Trickle.
A thin line of blood appeared at the corner of my mouth—a sign of minor internal injury.
Seeing this, Wi Hyuk Gyun paused his attack and narrowed his already slender eyes further.
He sensed something amiss.
‘Why would he deliberately employ the unremarkable sword techniques of the Orthodox Sects, deliberately putting himself at a disadvantage?’
Even if he had not mastered an advanced sword technique like Sword Essence Returning to Origin.
As the head of Cheop Mil Won, one could enter the second level of Yeongak Dojeon whenever one wished.
One could master a variety of ascending sword techniques, yet why deliberately employ such unremarkable sword forms?
‘Has he gone mad with a death wish?’
Even if one managed to somehow block the Hwa Woo Geom using Mu Hwang’s secret techniques.
There was no need to deliberately employ sword forms that couldn’t even compare to the Hwa Woo Geom, creating such precarious and dangerous situations.
‘He must possess some hidden trump card.’
Even if one deployed Mu Hwang’s secret techniques together, blocking the Hwa Woo Geom with clumsy sword forms?
That meant not only was his martial foundation extraordinarily high, but his sword techniques had reached a terrifying level.
Then why was he toying with his own life?
‘No need to overthink this. I’ll simply sever his lifeline in one stroke!’
Crash!
Wi Hyuk Gyun deployed his sword technique once more.
It was the exquisite ultimate technique of the Hwa Woo Geom—Walking Upon the Great Way.
Splat, splat!
Normally, even a graze from the sword qi would sever muscles from bone throughout the entire body.
Yet despite being grazed by the sword qi, only his garments tore and blood sprayed forth.
Through the power of the Thirteen Night Techniques, he endured without sustaining fatal wounds from the Hwa Woo Geom, clinging to life with stubborn resilience.
―This is… strange.
As time passed, the assembled heroes wore increasingly puzzled expressions.
Wi Hyuk Gyun, unleashing his sword techniques in torrents,
displayed overwhelming martial prowess that fully justified the title of Sword Demon.
Yet Bu Eunseol, standing precariously at the very center of that sword domain,
employed merely unremarkable sword forms, yet did not fall—rather, held his ground admirably.
―No matter how one looked at it, those techniques seemed nothing special.
Occasionally, sharp aura burst forth from his limbs,
but even to their eyes, it was insufficient to perfectly block the Hwa Woo Geom.
His body techniques and footwork were nimble and swift in their own right,
yet even those were inadequate to evade the Hwa Woo Geom.
Moreover, it was glaringly obvious that the period of cultivation for these techniques was extremely brief.
It proved the rumor true—he had obtained the opportunity from Martial Emperor’s Secret Vault only recently.
Yet despite this, he did not fall, continuing the endless exchange of offense and defense.
What in the world was happening?
―Moreover, what Seon Woo Jin is employing—aren’t those second-rate sword techniques of the Orthodox Sects?
The techniques Seon Woo Jin used were second-rate sword forms whose paths the Orthodox Sect’s masters knew well.
Occasionally, even such commonplace sword techniques were unleashed—ones so well-known throughout Murim that one could block them with eyes closed.
Then how could he possibly block the Hwa Woo Geom, which shakes all of Tianxia?
―Could it be that the Hwa Woo Geom is merely flashy in appearance, yet actually an overrated sword technique?
Murmur, murmur.
Hearing the whispers of the assembled heroes, Wi Hyuk Gyun’s eyes shot upward sharply.
Bu Eunseol continuously employing flawed sword forms, yet still managing to endure.
It was precisely because she was using the Thirteen Nights Technique—a martial art that appeared unremarkable to the eye yet harbored bizarre and terrifying power.
She was neutralizing the force of the Hwa Woo Geom that touched her body.
Those with high martial prowess could discern that Bu Eunseol’s Thirteen Nights Technique was extraordinarily subtle and possessed formidable power.
They understood that she was using it to block the Hwa Woo Geom.
However, the vast majority of martial artists lacked the ability to appreciate this, so it merely appeared as though Bu Eunseol was using an unremarkable second-rate sword technique.
Yet she was somehow repelling the Hwa Woo Sword Sect’s renowned sword method that echoed across Tianxia.
Pap pap pat!
As Wi Hyuk Gyun’s fierce assault continued, blood sprayed from Bu Eunseol’s body once more.
Yet within the inescapable storm of sword energy, though she appeared on the verge of collapse, she ceaselessly unleashed her unremarkable sword techniques and footwork.
She stubbornly endured against the Hwa Woo Geom, which was said to shatter the heavens and split the earth.
‘Was this your plan from the beginning?’
Crimson flames blazed in Wi Hyuk Gyun’s eyes.
‘You intended to play such a petty game.’
At last, turbulence stirred in Wi Hyuk Gyun’s spirit, which had been as calm as a placid lake.
The Hwa Woo Sword Method was invincible—each move condensed the power of dozens of superior sword techniques.
Through this confrontation, he intended to demonstrate the terror of the Hwa Woo Geom throughout the Murim, thereby restoring the prestige of the Hwawoo Sword Sect once more.
Yet because Bu Eunseol was engaging him with such bizarre tactics,
the foolish masses of the Murim
were mocking the Hwa Woo Geom, which could be called the absolute sword technique of the Demonic Path.
“Let us see how far you can persist with such tricks!”
Enraged, Wi Hyuk Gyun unleashed the hidden ultimate techniques of the Hwa Woo Geom in succession.
He revered the Hwawoo Sword Sect as his very life; his devotion was higher than Mount Tai and deeper than the sea.
Yet as Bu Eunseol deliberately displayed mediocre sword techniques and dragged out the confrontation,
The composure of stillness—the foremost principle a swordmaster must steadfastly maintain—was gradually crumbling.
Whoosh!
Wi Hyuk Gyun’s sword techniques grew increasingly savage, and their power intensified.
Yet Bu Eunseol remained resolute,
Skillfully blending the Thirteen Nights Technique with Orthodox Sect sword methods, she maintained her defensive strategy with unwavering firmness.
In truth, such an exchange was possible
Because she had mastered the fundamentals of the Hwa Woo Geom on Hell Island more thoroughly than anyone else.
―It seems the Hwa Woo Sword Method has been rather overrated until now.
As this situation repeated several times,
The overwhelming majesty of the Hwa Woo Geom, which dominated Tianxia, began to crumble.
‘Must I truly unleash my genuine Hwa Woo Geom?’
Wi Hyuk Gyun bit his lip.
In truth, the sword techniques he had displayed thus far were those recorded in the ancient texts of the Hwa Woo Geom,
Which had been perfected in the early days and passed down through generations of the Hwawoo Sword Sect.
‘I had hoped to avoid using my true Hwa Woo Geom!’
The reason the swordmasters of the Hwawoo Sword Sect were formidable
Was not merely because they had undergone generations of refinement,
Each practitioner learns their own unique Hwawoo Sword technique, adapted to suit the characteristics and temperament of the swordsman.
Wi Hyuk Gyun had no intention of displaying his personal Hwawoo Sword before so many martial artists,
and believed the orthodox Hwawoo Sword technique alone would be sufficient to secure victory.
However, due to the bizarre prowess of the Thirteen Nights Technique, such a situation had inevitably unfolded.
“The sword moves are flashy, but they seem to lack substance, don’t they?”
“Indeed. Haven’t they been saying lately that Nangya Pavilion is supreme among the Demonic Path?”
“The Hwawoo Sword Sect seems to be a setting sun now.”
To the senseless prattle of the majority of lower-ranked martial artists, lacking even the ability to appreciate the exquisite techniques of the Thirteen Nights Technique,
Wi Hyuk Gyun’s patience had finally reached its limit.
‘What nonsense are they spouting!’
However, his dignity would not allow him to shout at the Murim practitioners,
“The epithet ‘Sword King’ seems wasted on you!”
He unfurled his Hwawoo Sword once more and hurled his rebuke at Bu Eunseol.
“A duel between swordsmen should be decided by the superiority of sword technique!”
Given that you bear the epithet of Sword King,
I naturally expected you to face me with an elevated sword art befitting that title.
Yet this rat-like creature employs cunning tricks and pretends to use inferior sword techniques,
thereby insulting the great Hwawoo Sword Sect.
“If you are the Sword King, then display proper sword technique!”
Wi Hyuk Gyun deployed the fifth form of Hwawoo Sword technique, Heaven’s Gate Opening and Closing, blocking Bu Eunseol’s path of retreat.
“Does what I display appear to be Daoist magic to you?”
Skillfully unleashing the Thirteen Nights Technique,
Bu Eunseol declared confidently as the sword qi of Heaven’s Gate Opening and Closing dissipated.
“I continue to unfold sword techniques, yet you speak such strange words.”
As Bu Eunseol, even in a state of blood transformation, continued to wag his tongue, rage blazed forth from Wi Hyuk Gyun’s eyes.
“Cease your nonsense!”
“Nonsense, you say?”
Bu Eunseol raised Muk Hon’s Sword with a solemn expression.
“I shall now unfold a new sword technique, so prepare yourself.”
And with a majestic motion, he deployed the sword technique.
Wi Hyuk Gyun thought he was finally displaying a proper sword technique and was about to deploy a defensive form when,
“You bastard!”
he finally unleashed a thunderous rebuke with a face twisted in fury.
The sword technique Bu Eunseol had deployed so majestically.
It was the Eight-Class Sword Art, which even Black Gang ruffians were ashamed to display—
the Yellow River Fifteen Swords.

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