The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 76

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Chapter 76.
Toxic Body Art. A secret technique that enhances physical abilities by utilizing poison, usable only by the Poison-Touched—those who carry extreme toxins within their blood.
In that instant, Bu Eunseol’s blade transformed into a ribbon of light, piercing toward Yang Myeong’s throat.
Clang!
Yet the long sword rebounded violently with a deafening metallic ring, as though she had struck solid iron.
Bzzzz…
As Bu Eunseol stared at her trembling blade, she suddenly recalled what Seo Jin Ha had told her the previous night.
―The toxic arts of Hell Blood Castle number in the tens of thousands alone. By combining thousands of extreme poisons, each practitioner forges their own unique toxic technique.
Seo Jin Ha, observing Bu Eunseol’s profile, continued speaking.
―Moreover, Yang Myeong’s true technique is known as the Poison Demon Soul Seal, yet his actual profound method lies elsewhere. It is the Toxic Adamant Demon Seal.
Toxic Adamant Demon Seal.
One of Hell Blood Castle’s mightiest Toxic Body Arts. Despite its extraordinary power, only Yang Myeong, his subordinates, and the Blood Ghosts have mastered it.
To master the Toxic Adamant Demon Seal requires not only a long and agonizing cultivation process, but also the permanent abandonment of weapons.
Both body and limbs harden like steel, and tactile sensation dulls considerably.
“So that’s why he relied solely on the Poison Wind.”
Only now did Bu Eunseol understand why Yang Myeong refused to draw the sword strapped to his back, insisting instead on his Poison Demon Soul Seal.
“Do you comprehend the true nature of the Toxic Adamant Demon Seal?”
“That one becomes crippled, forever unable to wield weapons.”
“Hehehehe. Merely the fingertips lose their sensitivity.”
Yang Myeong bared his yellowed teeth in a grin.
“In exchange, one forges an indestructible body capable of withstanding any assault.”
Thud.
Suddenly, Bu Eunseol leaped nimbly into the air, her blade slashing at Yang Myeong’s ear.
Clang!
Despite infusing her strike with abundant vital energy, she failed to sever even the ear—only a metallic ring echoed across the stage.
“Ticklish.”
Yang Myeong flicked his finger, and a cannonball-like blast of toxic force burrowed toward Bu Eunseol’s chest.
Crash!
With a metallic shriek, Bu Eunseol was driven backward toward the edge of the Combat Stage.
Though she had blocked the Poison Wind with her blade, she could not dissipate its overwhelming force.
“Your strength is waning!”
Yang Myeong charged forward with both palms spread wide.
Clang clang!
Bu Eunseol unleashed a flurry of sword techniques, yet she only tore his garments—not a single wound marred his flesh.
“Hehehehe.”
Though Yang Myeong had grown to towering proportions, his movements became even more agile.
The Toxic Adamant Demon Seal not only hardened the entire body but amplified muscular strength many times over.
He had become a nightmare incarnate—a body of diamond-like invulnerability that spewed poison and clung relentlessly to his prey.
Boom!
As blade met fist, Bu Eunseol was driven backward once more, sliding across the stage.
“Take this!”
Whoooosh!
As the distance widened, a torrent of dark wind erupted like cannon fire.
When closing in, Yang Myeong, possessing an indestructible body, lunged forward with his nails sharpened to lethal points.
Boom!
The dark wind struck Bu Eunseol, sending her tumbling toward the edge of the Combat Stage.
I tried to rise quickly, but my limbs had grown heavy as if paralyzed.
“Hmm.”
From Yang Myeong’s body, now channeling the Poison Tyrant Demonic Scripture, the toxic miasma grew increasingly dense.
I had temporarily suppressed the poison using my inner force, but at this rate, I would collapse before I could even deploy the Corpse Devouring Poison.
「Hehehehe. So this is all the Ten Demon Experts of Nangya Sect amount to.」
Yang Myeong, pausing his assault momentarily, transmitted his voice.
「The price for obstructing our sect’s grand event is death alone.」
Thud, thud.
Yang Myeong walked slowly toward Bu Eunseol, who knelt on one knee, black toxic mist flowing from all ten of his fingers.
“Die.”
With a sharp sound, ten fingers unleashed torrents of black wind.
Rather than shooting straight at Bu Eunseol, they curved in a gentle arc like a massive flower bud, then rained down upon her head like a deluge.
It was the ultimate technique of the Poison Demon Soul Devouring Method—the Ten Finger Poison Demon Lines.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!
The cascading black wind wrapped around Bu Eunseol’s body, shattering the blue stone tiles of the Combat Stage.
Whoosh.
As dust and stone fragments swirled in all directions, a gray silhouette emerged from within the haze. It was Bu Eunseol.
“….”
Most of my clothes were torn, and blood stained various places, but fortunately, I had suffered no serious injuries.
Even while poisoned and unable to move my body properly, I had maximized the senses of the Beast Path and deployed the Extreme Speed Shadowless Technique to deflect the wind.
“Ho, you evaded it.”
Yang Myeong nodded in admiration.
“Then I’ll tear you to death directly.”
And he walked forward, his black nails fully exposed.
Bu Eunseol watched him silently.
The poisoning symptoms were already worsening, and my inner force was nearly depleted.
Moreover, Yang Myeong remained unscathed no matter how many times I struck him.
“….”
I sheathed my sword, as if having made a decision.
Click.
Seeing this, Yang Myeong let out a snort of laughter.
“Are you conceding?”
Part of me wants to tear you apart, but Bu Eunseol’s status is that of a Ten Demon Expert of Nangya Sect.
If I kill someone who concedes, even if I claim ignorance of their rank, Nangya Sect will not remain idle.
“Not at all.”
I wiped the blood trickling down my forehead and spoke calmly.
“Let us continue.”
“Hehehehe.”
Yang Myeong’s smile turned cruel.
“Good. I have certainly given you a chance.”
Having gone this far, even the Sect Master of Nangya Pavilion would have nothing to say.
Yang Myeong channeled tremendous demonic force into his fingernails.
“Beware!”
Even as he spoke those words, he unleashed the supreme technique of the Poison Demon Pursuing Soul Art—the Solitary Leaf Wave Mountain.
Pap pap pap pap!
Black threads, like a vast web, wrapped around my entire body.
A single touch against those spider-web-like tangled afterimages would shatter my body into fragments.
‘With this worn iron sword, I can only unfold a single technique.’
Shing.
The moment I drew the blade again, millions of faint luminous points seemed to bloom beneath my feet.
The first form of Boundless Heaven Stream.
Meteor Chasing Moon unfolded.
Flash!
It was a radiant yet fleeting brilliance.
Crack!
Those lights tore through the massive web Yang Myeong had created in a single breath. At the same instant, the luminous points that had been on my body now appeared across Yang Myeong’s entire form.
Boom!
Millions of light points blazed like fireworks, illuminating the entire world, then were absorbed into Yang Myeong’s right hand as he continued pouring out the techniques of Solitary Leaf Wave Mountain.
“….”
Silence fell over the Combat Stage.
My sword was already pointing toward the ground. Yang Myeong stood motionless, frozen in the posture of executing his technique.
―Ah!
As the sword light vanished, the martial artists in the Spectator Stands rubbed their eyes as if waking from a dream.
Upon witnessing the strange sword technique and luminous points I had unleashed, their memories had momentarily blanked, leaving only a hazy impression in their minds.
―What on earth just happened?
―What kind of sword technique was that?
―What did she even do?
The spectators looked at the faces of those beside them.
It seemed Bu Eunseol had unleashed some sword technique, yet none could discern what it was.
Only a handful of exceptional masters in the Spectator Stands could surmise that Bu Eunseol had unleashed dozens of sword strikes in a single fleeting instant.
Tink tink tink tink.
Then came the sound of metal fragments falling.
My sword shattered into pieces like a spider’s web and clattered to the ground.
―Bu Eunseol has lost!
The martial artists in the Spectator Stands gasped in unison.
A swordmaster’s blade shattered for only one reason: when it could not withstand the force contained within the opponent’s attack.
“Hmm.”
Yang Myeong, withdrawing the hand he had extended, slowly opened his mouth.
“What manner of swordsmanship is this?”
“It is a sword technique that condenses all the insights I have accumulated.”
“Insights?”
“Indeed.”
Insights were a term only the grandmasters of transcendent martial arts could speak of.
Yang Myeong began to speak, then closed his mouth again. He had failed to find the appropriate words.
Crack.
Then, from somewhere, came the sound of bones dislocating.
Crunch.
The sound grew progressively louder.
Simultaneously, fine cracks like a spider’s web began to spread across Yang Myeong’s fingers and the back of his hand, which had been as hard as steel.
Drip, drip.
Dark crimson blood dripped from Yang Myeong’s fingers and hand onto the Combat Stage floor.
―Yang Myeong was wounded!
Someone cried out, but most of the martial artists shook their heads.
Yang Myeong, who had mastered the Poison Strength Demonic Scripture, bleeding from his hand was merely a minor wound. Bu Eunseol’s defeat was certain—her blade had shattered.
“Hmm.”
Yet Yang Myeong’s eyes wavered like ripples on water.
In truth, the wound to his hand was insignificant.
Rather, the two torrents of inner force unleashed from Bu Eunseol’s blade had shattered the bones in his right hand to fragments.
In other words, half of the inner strength he had painstakingly accumulated over decades through the Poison Demon Soul Technique had been lost.
“Miss Bu, Master Yang.”
As the silent standoff continued, Cho Mun Cheon, standing at the edge of the Combat Stage, called out cautiously.
“Shall we continue the tournament?”
Then Bu Eunseol spoke coldly.
“That is for him to decide.”
Yang Myeong raised his eyebrows.
Bu Eunseol could not possibly be unaware of the state of her shattered hand. Why would she say such a thing?
‘Does she not wish to make an enemy of my true nature?’
Then Bu Eunseol’s cold voice transmission reached him.
「Ending it this way is not because you are a member of the Ten Demonic Gates.」
Bu Eunseol, recalling the memory of parting with Seo Jin Ha, sent a frigid voice transmission.
「He asked me to refrain from killing you during the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe if possible. It is only for that reason.」
―May I say something.
At that time, just before parting, Seo Jin Ha had entrusted Bu Eunseol with something.
It was none other than: ‘Try not to kill Yang Myeong during the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe.’
‘These rat bastards….’
Yang Myeong, consumed by fury, gazed down at his right arm.
The nerves and muscles had been severed entirely by Bu Eunseol’s cascading web-like sword energy and inner force, the bones shattered into fragments.
Even if Gwang Ui and Cheok San Rim, those renowned for possessing the finest medical arts under heaven, were to arrive, they could not restore it to its former state.
Grit.
He was a master who understood how to read the currents of battle. Even now, clenching his teeth to fight on, he instinctively grasped that only defeat awaited him.
“Let us end this.”
With those brief words, Yang Myeong unfurled his movement technique and vanished instantly from the Combat Stage, disappearing beyond the Plaza.
“….”
Silence descended once more upon the Combat Stage.
Yang Myeong, Lord of the Blood Ghost Party, was one who had long ravaged the martial realm with his venomous nature. Yet he displayed such magnanimity?
“Th….”
Cho Mun Cheon stumbled over his words at this unexpected turn.
In any case, Yang Myeong had conceded the match, so the outcome was now irrevocably decided.
“The champion of the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe is Bu Eunseol, the Lesser Heroine Bu!”
―Roooooaaaaar!
In that instant, a tremendous roar erupted from the Spectator Stands.
Until now, the Jeong Mu Dae Hoe had always seen renowned masters claim victory. This tournament in particular had drawn an unprecedented gathering of celebrated masters.
Yet an unknown prodigy, Bu Eunseol, had defeated Yang Myeong, a master of Hell Blood Castle, and seized the championship!
But the martial artists did not know.
The name of this small prodigy, born in Guizhou, would soon spread far and wide across all of Tianxia.

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