The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 75

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Chapter 75.
The day of the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe finals.
The area surrounding the Combat Stage was absolutely packed with spectators. Not only were the martial artists who had attended the tournament throughout its duration present, but figures from the orthodox sects who had remained hidden until now were steadily filling the Spectator Stands.
While some were curious about who would become the master of the Eternal Divine Blade, their true interest lay in witnessing the unique individual who had reached the finals.
Bu Eunseol.
A young scholar who had shown no activity whatsoever until now. This unknown prodigy had employed various sword techniques to consecutively defeat renowned masters.
Moreover, the martial artists had begun to take notice precisely because these sword techniques were not his true supreme art.
―What could his genuine cultivation possibly be?
That answer would surely be revealed in this final match.
Because his opponent in the finals was none other than Yang Myeong, a master of the Hell Blood Sect.
―No matter how formidable his inner power, he cannot help but reveal his true supreme art before Yang Myeong!
The martial artists were filled with anticipation.
Not for Bu Eunseol’s victory, but rather to see how Yang Myeong would deal with Bu Eunseol, and when Bu Eunseol would reveal his true supreme art.
“Now we shall commence the finals!”
At Cho Mun Cheon’s cry, tremendous cheers erupted from the Spectator Stands.
At last, the finals of the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe had begun, ready to satisfy the curiosity of all the martial artists.
Thump, thump.
As Bu Eunseol ascended the Combat Stage via the stairs installed there,
“Bu Eunseol, who appeared like a comet and ascended to the finals through consecutive victories against numerous masters, Bu the Young Master!”
Perhaps because it was the finals, Cho Mun Cheon offered an unusually lengthy introduction.
Whoosh.
Then from the opposite side, a figure ascended the Combat Stage with cloud-like movement technique.
It was Yang Myeong, the master of the Blood Ghost Party.
“Yang Myeong, renowned throughout Guizhou as the Venomous Hand Flying Demon, Yang the Great Master!”
Perhaps pricked by his conscience, Cho Mun Cheon introduced Yang Myeong while deliberately omitting his title as master of the Hell Blood Sect.
“Hmm.”
Yang Myeong gazed at Bu Eunseol standing with perfect posture, his eyes gleaming.
“Your stance is excellent.”
He spoke with feigned ignorance, despite knowing that Bu Eunseol was one of the Ten Demon Experts of the Nangya Sect.
“You seem like a disciple of a famous master. Do your very best.”
Among the Ten Demonic Gates, there was an unspoken rule that they would not interfere with one another.
If Bu Eunseol’s identity as a disciple of the Nangya Sect were revealed, Yang Myeong could not fight him. Therefore, he intended to beat him to death while pretending not to know his true identity.
“Then let us begin!”
Gong!
With the resonant sound of the great gong, Cho Mun Cheon hastily retreated backward.
Yang Myeong’s supreme art was the Venomous Demon Soul-Chasing Finger.
This finger technique was so powerful it could leave marks even on steel, and most importantly, the technique itself contained poison.
One could easily become poisoned without even realizing it if they lingered too close.
“Attack first.”
Yang Myeong gestured dismissively with an arrogant expression.
“If I lift a finger, you won’t get a single chance to attack.”
I had already experienced firsthand on Hell Island the terrifying power of the Hell Blood Sect’s poison techniques.
Before Yang Myeong could finish speaking, I drew my long blade and thrust it directly at his throat.
Clang!
But the swift blade merely sparked against empty air before bouncing back.
Yang Myeong had flicked away the incoming blade with a single finger.
“How amusing.”
I didn’t respond to Yang Myeong’s provocation, instead swinging my blade with renewed intensity.
With a sharp whistle, the deflected blade transformed mid-air, cascading down like snowflakes above Yang Myeong’s head in a slow, deliberate descent.
“So now it’s a heavy blade.”
Yang Myeong let out a scoff as he watched the sword shadows fall leisurely.
“You deliberately slowed it to force me to block. Clever.”
He curled his middle finger slowly, then extended it with sudden force.
Ping!
With a piercing crack of displaced air, a gust of earthen wind erupted from his fingertip, colliding directly with my heavy blade.
Boom! Boom!
As the heavy blade met the wind force, the sound of leather tearing exploded outward.
Yang Myeong stood at ease, using a single finger to methodically neutralize each of my heavy blades, each one carrying hundreds of pounds of force.
Boom!
After deflecting the final strike, Yang Myeong’s lips curled into a smile as he looked toward me.
“Are all your tricks finished?”
I lowered my body while gripping my blade tightly.
Yang Myeong was a master of an entirely different caliber from anyone I’d faced before. Even a moment of carelessness could invite a thunderous technique.
“Arrogant whelp.”
Yang Myeong bared his fangs in a smile as he watched me remain silent.
“Let me show you why I’m called the Poison Vulture.”
Whoosh!
Yang Myeong’s form blurred and vanished, reappearing three paces before me in an instant.
Ssshhh.
Simultaneously, black mist coiled around his fingers as his nails darkened to obsidian.
He was unleashing his vacuum technique—the Poison Demon Soul Claw.
“Take this!”
Shrieeek!
With a sound like a viper’s hiss cutting through air, three black streaks of energy tore toward my chest’s vital meridian.
Clang!
As I deflected the wind force with my blade, the sword’s surface glowed crimson hot.
“Where are you looking?”
Yang Myeong suddenly materialized behind me, his darkened hand sweeping forward.
Whoosh.
But my reflexes, honed through mastering the Beast Blade technique, were equally extraordinary.
Moving with the speed of lightning, I ducked beneath Yang Myeong’s strike and sprang upward like a carp, unleashing a flurry of sword techniques.
It was the Hwawoo Sword Sect’s defensive form—the Flowing Jade Immortal.
“Hmph.”
When Yang Myeong saw that the Flowing Jade Immortal’s sword form was airtight with no openings, he blackened all five fingernails with dark energy.
“Soul-Chasing Five Talons!”
Screech!
Five black streaks curved through the air, raining down upon my arms, legs, and chest.
This time, rather than meeting the wind blades head-on, I swiftly deployed my footwork to evade—for the moment I blocked, Yang Myeong would exploit his ghostlike movement technique to strike from behind or the side.
Whoosh!
Shifting my position thirty-two times in an instant with Extreme Speed Shadowless, I dodged every wind blade while swinging my sword.
Clang, clang, clang, clang!
Blade and fingernails collided repeatedly.
Though my swordplay was swift, Yang Myeong’s finger technique, wielding all five digits with perfect freedom, was even faster.
“Did you think close combat would change things?”
As Yang Myeong unleashed successive finger techniques, I found myself being pushed back in this exchange of basic moves.
‘I cannot use Sword Extreme Force.’
My signature technique was the Heavenly Reversal Sword Extreme Force, which redirected an opponent’s attacks and power.
But Yang Myeong’s wind blades were far too light and nimble compared to conventional weapons—the Sword Extreme Force technique simply wouldn’t work against them.
Thud!
Pouring my inner energy into a palm strike, I sent Yang Myeong back and retreated, my brow furrowed.
We had only exchanged about ten moves, yet sweat beaded my forehead and my expression had grown grave.
“Hehehehe. Now you’re starting to feel it, are you?”
Yang Myeong did not pursue me, instead regarding me with a leisurely expression.
“Exposed to this much poison, even an ox would collapse.”
The Demon Poison Soul-Chasing Talons contained highly toxic components that filled a three-zhang radius with poisonous energy the moment they were unleashed.
Since I had repeatedly blocked the close-range wind blades, it would have been strange if I hadn’t been poisoned.
Swish.
Yet suddenly, I extended my left hand.
From the blackened ring finger, dark liquid dripped steadily.
Qi Control Poison Concentration.
A supreme technique that channeled the powerful true energy flowing through my body into the meridians, expelling all poison to a single point.
“Qi Control Poison Concentration, is it? Your inner energy is considerable.”
Yang Myeong nodded as if impressed.
“But Qi Control Poison Concentration has a fatal weakness!”
Screech!
Suddenly, he unleashed seven wind blade streaks using both arms. These blades were not only swift but curved in angles that made them impossible to evade.
Yang Myeong could wield the finger technique with both his right and left hands.
Clang, clang, clang!
As I struck down the successive wind blades, unlike before, I had retreated a full step.
Seeing this, Yang Myeong let out a soft chuckle.
“The Poison Wind Blade drains inner energy rapidly.”
He nodded slowly, then raised both hands with deliberate care.
“If what you’ve shown me is the full extent of your foundation… then you die now.”
Ssshhh.
All ten of Yang Myeong’s fingernails darkened to black.
He was preparing to unleash the Poison Demon Soul Pursuit of the Twelve Stars at full power.
Ssshhh.
Bu Eunseol raised her long blade high, drawing the Savage Beast Sword to its maximum potential.
Just moments ago, she’d barely managed to deflect seven strands of poison wind. If three more were added, the variation and speed would transcend imagination.
Screech!
With a sound like striking flint, ten strands of poison wind erupted forth.
Whirrrrr.
The poison wind didn’t travel straight—it curved sharply, tracing arcs through the air.
Each strand possessed different velocity and trajectory, ten threads of poison wind infused with lethal toxin—the Poison Demon Soul Pursuit.
With a range spanning nearly a dozen paces, there was no escape from the Combat Stage; only raw power and technique could counter it.
Boom!
In that instant, Bu Eunseol kicked off the Combat Stage and launched herself skyward with tremendous force.
“Heh, futile.”
Yang Myeong sneered and moved his fingers; the black strands of poison wind pursued Bu Eunseol into the air.
Yang Myeong’s Poison Demon Soul Pursuit could not only be compressed into his fingertips and released, but could also move in any direction he desired, like a taut string.
―Incredible!
Gasps erupted from the martial artists in the Spectator Stands.
Bu Eunseol hung suspended in mid-air, unable to evade the pursuing poison wind—she was moments away from being skewered like meat on a spit.
Metallic ring!
At that moment, a metallic sound rang out from behind Bu Eunseol’s back.
She had drawn the hidden blade she’d kept sheathed there all this time.
“Hah!”
Bu Eunseol unleashed a battle cry, deploying the Hwawoo Sword’s Flowing Current technique with her left hand while her right hand unfolded the practical swordplay she had learned through her body when mastering the Savage Beast Sword under Sa Woo.
Saaack.
As she deployed two different sword techniques simultaneously with both hands, a thin veil seemed to form around Bu Eunseol’s body.
Thump thump!
As the poison wind and sword light collided, a strange resonance rippled through the air.
Bu Eunseol had perfectly blocked the Poison Demon Soul Pursuit by deploying two different sword techniques with both hands.
―Wooooow!
Roars erupted from the Spectator Stands.
Among martial masters, there were some who wielded the mystery of dual-hand mutual combat and divided consciousness.
But a master who could perform such a feat—executing two completely different sword techniques flawlessly—was extraordinarily rare.
Crack.
Bu Eunseol descended from the air unscathed, but gazed down at the hidden blade.
From merely blocking the Poison Demon Soul Pursuit, a tooth had chipped away and a crack ran along the blade’s edge.
Thud.
As Bu Eunseol hurled the Assassin’s Blade to the ground, Yang Myeong’s eyebrows rose sharply.
“So you’ve dabbled in all manner of miscellaneous techniques.”
With a cold smile playing at his lips, he pointed toward Bu Eunseol’s longsword.
“No matter how many exquisite sword arts you possess, you cannot defeat the Lord of this Sect.”
Yang Myeong laughed with supreme confidence as he drew upon his inner energy.
“Now then, shall we bring this to an end?”
Black mist began to coalesce, swirling around his body in an ominous embrace.
―Poison cultivation technique!
As the black fog spread gradually across the Combat Stage, several martial artists in the Spectator Stands shrieked and fled their seats.
The poison cultivation techniques of Hell Blood Castle’s masters were not only terrifying but extraordinarily difficult to cure.
Crack, crack, crack.
Eerie bone-cracking sounds echoed from Yang Myeong’s body, concealed within the black mist.
As the black fog finally dissipated, the martial artists in the Spectator Stands erupted in murmurs.
―What in the world is that form….
Yang Myeong emerged from the mist as a towering giant, his entire body’s skin dyed a deep ashen gray.
―Poison Strengthened Body Art!
Someone in the Spectator Stands cried out upon witnessing Yang Myeong’s transformation into a massive figure.

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