The Great Heavenly Demon Sovereign - Chapter 791

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Chapter 791.
Swish.
Gwon In wiped away the droplet of blood at the corner of his mouth, unable to hide his astonishment.
To pack such formidable inner force into a casual strike?
“Hahaha.”
Yet he soon nodded as if understanding dawned upon him.
“A hidden trump card, then. So you fought Ben Cheon with your true martial arts sealed away before?”
As if to prove his words, waves of black true energy surged from Bu Eunseol’s body, reaching toward the heavens.
She had drawn the Yeui True Formation to its maximum.
“Excellent. Let me see your true strength….”
His words once again failed to reach their conclusion.
Bu Eunseol had already conjured a colossal blade ten zhang in height and brought it crashing down upon his head.
Boom.
Gwon In blocked the massive blade of true energy Bu Eunseol had created with a single hand.
Yet the force contained within it was so tremendous that his legs sank nearly a chi deep into the earth.
“You—what is your connection to Ma Cheon Je?”
Gwon In immediately discerned that what Bu Eunseol had unleashed was martial arts from Ma Cheon Je’s Sagjung Bigyeol.
“Could you be his disciple?”
“How much longer will you waste time with idle chatter?”
Bu Eunseol spoke coldly.
“Did you not hear? One of us must die before either leaves this place.”
“You believe you can defeat Ben Cheon?”
“How amusing.”
Contempt gleamed in Bu Eunseol’s eyes, which burned a fiery red.
“So the Incheon faction calculates their odds before fighting?”
“Hehehehe.”
Gwon In could sense it.
That madness was genuine.
This lunatic harbored no calculations of victory or defeat.
She simply intended to clash with all the power she possessed, holding nothing back.
“Hahahaha!”
Gwon In burst into wild laughter.
“I cannot even remember the last time I received such a challenge!”
The leaders of Incheon had long ago reached martial prowess comparable to the Mujik Gyeong, and they harbored no interest in the martial arts of Murim practitioners.
Yet this green-faced youth dares to stake her life against him?
“It was worth returning to Murim after all.”
Gwon In extended his thumb.
“What magnificent audacity! Truly magnificent!”
With a broad smile, he nodded.
“Indeed, one must live long to witness such things!”
Boom!
Gwon In unleashed a light punch with casual ease.
Suddenly, the sky began to darken.
Bu Eunseol lifted her gaze.
Torrents of power, pitch-black and dense enough to consume the entire world, rained down like a deluge.
“Please, entertain the Original Heaven until the very end!”
Boom!
As brilliant light exploded outward, hundreds of sword auras cascaded down upon Bu Eunseol’s head.
Flash!
Drawing the Muk Hon Sword, Bu Eunseol
began slashing frantically at the descending torrents of power with the exquisite principles of Half-Up, Half-Down and the Thousand Reversal Force.
Clang! Crash crash crash!
When the power and sword auras—capable of shattering mountains—collided, a metallic shriek that felt as though it would tear eardrums erupted across heaven and earth.
Yet the disparity in strength soon became apparent.
Gwon In’s martial technique had reached the realm of Bursting Flame and Entering Fire; it took roughly ten sword auras from Bu Eunseol to
extinguish a single burst of power.
Whoosh! Screech!
Bu Eunseol spun the Muk Hon Sword at high speed once more, then unleashed an explosive torrent of light.
As power rained down ceaselessly like a storm,
she deployed a variation of the Muk Hon Sword Technique—
the Celestial Invisible Immortal Technique, which unleashed hundreds of sword traces in a single move.
Boom boom boom!
The Celestial Invisible Immortal Technique was originally designed to bombard a single opponent with countless sword auras, sealing both their power and escape routes.
Its weakness was that it sacrificed some raw destructive force.
Yet against Gwon In’s indiscriminate barrage of power, it became an exceptionally effective defensive sword technique.
“Hmph.”
Gwon In observed Bu Eunseol’s explosive sword technique and lifted the corners of his mouth.
“The Muk Hon Sword Technique of Cheol Mu Hun.”
The previous Murim Alliance Leader, Cheol Mu Hun,
had wielded the Muk Hon Sword Technique passed down through generations of the Murim Alliance using his own unique doctrine, spreading that technique throughout the Murim.
In that instant, a chill ran down Bu Eunseol’s spine.
‘He fought against the previous Alliance Leader?’
From Gwon In’s tone, it seemed he had battled the previous leader in his prime.
If so, Gwon In’s age had to exceed one hundred years by a considerable margin.
If Gwon In’s strength was this formidable,
just how powerful were Sasin Cheon and the Three Sovereigns?
The Baek Ri Family.
That legendary clan known to have protected the world from Jin Ma and his followers—
what manner of tremendous power did they truly possess?
Boom boom boom!
Throughout the exchange, sword energy and fist force collided without cease.
Gwon In’s expression grew intrigued as Bu Eunseol continuously blocked his fist force using the Cheon Wae Bi Seon technique.
It was as though he were testing how long she could withstand the relentless barrage of power pouring down upon her.
Ting ting ting! Rumble!
My sword energy gradually began yielding to Gwon In’s overwhelming fist force.
The Cheon Wae Bi Seon technique was a sword form that dispersed countless sword energies in an instant before concentrating them at a single point.
Spreading the attack so widely meant the power became dangerously dispersed.
‘Fine then.’
As Gwon In relentlessly poured forth his fist force as if to crush me beneath it.
I felt a surge of defiance instead.
‘I’ll use this opportunity to practice the Cheon Wae Bi Seon technique properly.’
Ting ting ting, screech!
The Muk Hon Sword began tearing through the air at blinding speed.
In developing martial arts through actual combat and grasping their subtle mysteries, I had reached what could be called the pinnacle of the Murim.
Even if it was only a half-formed sword technique.
The greatest advantage of the Geom So Heon Won technique was the ability to create infinite variations.
‘This old man isn’t stronger because his cultivation is higher than mine—it’s because he wastes not a single drop of power when unleashing his fist force.’
Gwon In was truly a master of fist techniques, and even when unleashing hundreds of fist forces.
He distributed his inner energy perfectly with each strike, wasting nothing.
‘Perfect distribution.’
Having grasped the subtlety of the fist techniques Gwon In was unleashing, I immediately applied it to the Cheon Wae Bi Seon technique.
I began operating my energy distribution with far greater precision.
And then—my sword energy, which had been steadily pushed back, began to hold its ground against Gwon In’s fist force.
Boom.
Gwon In suddenly ceased his relentless barrage of fist force.
He had realized I was mimicking the subtleties of his martial arts.
“Nangya Pavilion.”
Gwon In nodded as though he had finally understood.
“So you’re the one. The so-called successor of Demon Palace. Hehehehe.”
Bursting into hearty laughter, he pointed at my face.
“You’ve been scheming within the Murim Alliance all this time.”
Whether Gwon In had identified me or not, I unfolded my sword technique once more.
“Hah!”
A battle cry erupted from my lips unlike any before.
Recently, under the identity of Seon Woo Jin, I had clashed with supreme masters in succession without ever revealing my true strength.
But today was different.
Fighting against a veteran who had battled the supreme masters of the previous generation of Murim, with no thought for consequences.
I was engaged in combat with the resolve of a life-or-death decision.
I could not tolerate him using my subordinates’ lives as leverage against me.
If I left him be, he would remain a threat to my subordinates’ lives at any moment in the future.
From this day forward in Murim,
either the young Sect Master of the Demonic Path, Muk Hon Ryeong Ju, would vanish, or one of Jin Ma’s subordinates would disappear.
‘Whether that bastard dies or I die, we will see this through to the end.’
Bu Eunseol unleashed her full power without reservation against Gwon In, a supreme master.
The stagnant Mujik Gyeong suddenly felt as though it had broken through once more.
Whoosh! Flash!
The Musang Cheon Ryu technique unfolded, and then immediately the Cheon Wae Bi Seon technique erupted forth.
From her left hand poured the Gwon Ma Chil Sik, accompanied by the forces of extreme yin and extreme yang.
Across her entire body, the Yeo Ui Jin Gyeol and the Sip Sam Ya Ki alternated in succession.
“This girl.”
Gwon In, blocking each attack one after another, felt his eyes spinning.
He was a man who could boast of having seen the pinnacle of martial arts, and he was well-versed in countless martial techniques scattered throughout Murim.
But for someone as young as Bu Eunseol
to wield such a diverse array of martial techniques—he had never even heard of such a thing in jest.
Moreover, she was simultaneously displaying martial arts infused with the ultimate extreme of righteous and demonic forces, which should absolutely never harmonize,
and wielding extreme yin and extreme yang energies at the same time?
“What exactly did you learn at Nangya Pavilion?”
By the principles of martial arts, harboring forces that are mutually contradictory within one’s body
should normally result in becoming a cripple or having one’s body shattered.
Yet this young one—as time passed, wasn’t her power growing more vigorous instead?
‘What is this?’
Moreover, as the clashes continued and massive internal forces collided, his insides were being turned upside down.
‘This girl has mastered some bizarre poison technique.’
He couldn’t even remember when he had become a body immune to ten thousand poisons,
yet strange toxins kept seeping through his skin, gnawing away at his internal force.
‘Why isn’t she using poison techniques?’
The terrifying poison qi that occasionally emanated was at a level even he could not ignore.
If she utilized poison, she could gain the advantage in this battle.
Yet this young one showed no intention of employing poison, only releasing faint poison qi when unleashing her intense internal force.
‘She has obtained a fortuitous encounter, but she hasn’t yet mastered control.’
Gwon In, having immediately grasped Bu Eunseol’s physical condition, smiled faintly.
This young one hadn’t been boasting without reason—she truly possessed the strength to fight him as an equal.
“Shall we stop playing around now?”
Boom.
As Gwon In spoke with a thunderous shout and extended both hands,
Boom.
With the sound of the entire world sinking, Bu Eunseol was sent flying backward dozens of zhang.
He had finally unleashed the Mujik Yeok Ryeong.
Sizzle.
White smoke rose from Bu Eunseol’s body as it crashed into the rock.
“Gyeong Ha Ki,” they call it.
A thread-thin smile played across Gwon In’s lips.
“Once that power latches onto someone, it can never be torn away.”
Gwon In’s Mujik Capacity.
My body was being completely shattered by the Gyeong Ha Ki.
“It matters not what martial arts you’ve mastered.”
Gwon In gazed down at his fist, which blazed with incandescent radiance.
“Once exposed to Gyeong Ha Ki, your body will inevitably crumble.”
And Gwon In turned away.
With Bu Eunseol’s breath extinguished, the formation would naturally collapse.
But something was strange.
Even as time passed, the formation spread across the surroundings did not vanish.
“Did you truly believe yourself without equal in Tianxia?”
Bu Eunseol, still collapsed with her head bowed, murmured softly.
“Boasting that you are invincible, that none in the Murim could match you?”
Gwon In spun around, his eyes widening.
Bu Eunseol was rising to her feet unscathed.
“Your body wasn’t destroyed?”
Once exposed to Gyeong Ha Ki, no amount of inner strength or defensive technique mattered.
The body would shatter and death would follow instantly.
Yet the white vapor rising from Bu Eunseol’s body gradually faded, transforming into a radiance of five colors.
“What have you done?”
“Harmony,” I replied.
Bu Eunseol spoke calmly.
“It is the name of the secret technique for aligning all forces into unified use.”
The moment Gwon In unleashed his Gyeong Ha Ki, I immediately enveloped my entire body in Harmony.
“You’re blocking Mujik Capacity without reaching Mujik Gyeong?”
Gwon In’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The martial arts of the current Murim had stages.
Murim practitioners climbed steadily through each stage to reach their desired realm.
But this young one before him—
Was he not disregarding those stages entirely and ascending as he pleased?
I had extended time naturally, so I naturally assumed he’d reached the Geuk Cheon Realm.
Yet he was wielding a strange martial art capable of contending with the transcendent destructive power of Mujik Capacity.
What could such ability and realm possibly be called?
“There is no realm.”
Click.
Bu Eunseol suddenly sheathed the Muk Hon Sword.
“While you all boasted of reaching Mujik Gyeong, the Murim practitioners never rested for a single day, refining their martial arts….”
Whoosh.
At that same moment, his two fists began to radiate light as brilliant as the sun itself.
“The martial arts of Murim have developed in an endlessly radiant manner.”
Ptui.
Bu Eunseol spat out the clot of blood she had been holding in her mouth and assumed a stance to unleash her fist technique.
“Now let us engage in a fiery battle of fists.”
Because the Prajna Great Ability had been fused with her.
Bu Eunseol could not only unleash Harmony with greater speed, but the duration for which she could cloak her body in its power had also lengthened considerably.
‘A quarter hour.’
Bu Eunseol intended to, within a quarter hour,
cloak herself in Harmony and strike down the formidable Gwon In with her fists.
‘To others it may seem like a fleeting moment, but to me it is a full quarter hour.’
Until now, Bu Eunseol
could only unleash Harmony for an extremely brief span, merely an instant.
And even when she could cloak herself in Harmony, that duration too was extraordinarily short.
But now the time she could maintain Harmony was a full quarter hour.
For her, such a span of time was more than sufficient to conclude her confrontation with Gwon In.
“You certainly do talk much!”
Boom!
Gwon In unleashed a barrage of Extreme Force strikes in succession.
It was an absolute power that could neither be seen nor blocked.
Screech.
Yet each time that power touched Bu Eunseol’s body, it vanished in an instant.
Harmony.
It was originally a word denoting the principle of martial arts capable of perfectly aligning even countless opposing techniques.
But for Bu Eunseol, it had become a martial technique capable of countering Extreme Force capacity.
Without ascending to the Extreme Scripture,
she had nonetheless been forced to face a master of the Extreme Scripture.
Boom! Boom!
Bu Eunseol’s Harmony possessed a mystical function.
Despite being a principle and technique of martial arts,
it displayed power that did not yield in the slightest against Extreme Force capacity, which transcended even the very principles of martial arts.
This was possible because she had merged the mystical principles of Harmony with the mixed forces dwelling within her body into one.
Rumble.
Gwon In poured forth Extreme Force strikes, cleanly destroying everything in the surrounding area.
Yet not a single hair on Bu Eunseol’s body, cloaked in Harmony, was touched.
“Is that all the Extreme Force capacity amounts to?”
Cloaked in Harmony, Bu Eunseol charged toward Gwon In.
Whoosh.
Hundreds of fist shadows spread out around her advancing body.
After her first clash with Gwon In,
Wrapped in boundless power.
Gwon In unleashed infinite authority upon his opponent, deploying the Limitless Fist Technique.
“You insolent wretch!”
Gwon In, his pride wounded, countered with an identical technique.
“Let’s see how long you can endure!”
Gwon In’s power output far exceeded Bu Eunseol’s in both quantity and force.
Yet gradually, the number of power strikes erupting from both sides began to equalize.
Bu Eunseol, in the midst of combat, grasped the profound mysteries of the Limitless Fist Technique.
She comprehended the principle of not wasting a single drop of power—the essence of perfect efficiency and conservation.
And now she channeled the very same martial logic that Gwon In wielded.
Boom! Crash!
As two supreme masters collided head-on, the heavens dimmed and the earth crumbled.
The fist technique was not merely a simple striking method.
It was a refined art that utilized the body’s most delicate and powerful aspects to express the highest pinnacle of martial mastery.
Bu Eunseol, mirroring Gwon In’s fist technique,
embodied a boundless yet ceaseless force, as vast as the cosmos and fluid as water—natural yet devastating.
“You’re instantly mimicking the profound mysteries of the Original Heaven’s fist technique?”
Gwon In’s expression turned incredulous.
Gwon In’s fist technique consisted of seven forms, and to break the seal,
he had deliberately left the first four forms in the Murim.
He suspected that Bu Eunseol had mastered those four forms left behind in the Murim.
But the technique he now deployed
could never be replicated, no matter how thoroughly one refined the first four forms to the realm of perfect mastery.
It was a technique of a different dimension—the pinnacle of fist mastery itself.
Yet how could this ghostly creature
instantly mimic its profound mysteries?
“Very well. Let me show you there exists a heaven above the heavens!”
Boom! Boom!
In that instant, countless layers of martial logic converged into successive fists that pierced toward Bu Eunseol’s face.
Yet he did not evade—he countered with the Seven Forms of the Fist.
No, he had already forgotten the Seven Forms.
What Bu Eunseol now deployed was the culmination of all martial insights he had ever attained,
a desperate struggle against
the fist technique that Gwon In unleashed—a technique that had reached an unfathomable realm.
Boom! Crash!
Bu Eunseol’s body was sent flying repeatedly, blood spraying from his lips countless times.
Yet even as he was battered mercilessly, even as grievous internal injuries accumulated beyond recovery,
Bu Eunseol’s chest burned with an overwhelming warmth.
―Is this what true combat truly is?
To topple mountains and reverse the flow of rivers.
What kind of fight is it to merely exchange inhuman strength back and forth?
Blood flowing, flesh tearing like this.
At a distance so close that my enemy’s breath touches my skin, clashing life force with one’s life on the line—that alone is
a true fight, is it not?
Boom, boom, boom!
With ear-splitting explosions, the fists of two masters collided in rapid succession.
In the time it took to draw a single breath,
the two exchanged over a hundred strikes and counters.
Gwon In unleashed his fist technique with all his might, while Bu Eunseol defended with every ounce of her strength.
Though Bu Eunseol bore the brunt of the attacks, it was Gwon In’s expression that twisted more grotesquely.
He felt Bu Eunseol continuously mimicking the subtleties of his own fist technique.
“Curse you!”
Unable to withstand the barrage of fist techniques Gwon In unleashed with his shout,
Boom!
Bu Eunseol was sent flying backward once more with a thunderous crash.
“Ptui.”
Yet as if she had never fallen,
she spat out a mouthful of blood and charged forward again.
In that instant, Gwon In’s expression twisted.
Since reaching the Mujik Gyeong,
when had he last engaged in such a chaotic, frenzied fight?
The moment he mastered the Gyeong Ha, he became like a god of destruction, capable of shattering anything.
Yet now he could not fell this mere youngster, and his body moved ceaselessly, his mouth tasting of blood.
“Hahahaha!”
Gwon In burst into laughter.
He could not bear this situation without laughing in spite of himself.
“Exhilarating! Truly exhilarating! I cannot remember the last time I fought like this.”
He laughed heartily, affecting composure, yet his eyes held no such leisure.
He who had fought the supreme masters of all Tianxia and always matched them evenly,
was now sweating profusely in combat with a green youth?
He could not endure this humiliation.
“Do you have time to waste words?”
Crash! Pow, pow, pow, pow!
Bu Eunseol unleashed another forty strikes, regardless of Gwon In’s prattle.
Some were heavy, some light; some were ever-changing and fluid.
“Hmph.”
Gwon In unfolded his fist technique once more.
The exchange continued endlessly, and Bu Eunseol continued to take the blows and rise again like a roly-poly toy.
The Gyeong Ha can destroy all things.
Yet not only had her inner force reached ten decades of cultivation,
Wrapped in the bizarre power of harmony, Bu Eunseol’s body could not be destroyed.
“Ughhhh.”
As time passed, Gwon In found it unbearable.
“Fine! I’ll obliterate you with the fist techniques you so prefer!”
Gwon In’s body swelled to roughly twice its size in an instant, veins bulging across his entire frame.
To transition into a battle of pure physical prowess.
Since entering the Gangho, this was the first time he had drawn forth the power within his body to its absolute maximum.
Boom!
Gwon In’s two fists began rotating with ferocious intensity.
Simultaneously, a martial technique so wondrous that even “mysterious” fell short of description cascaded upon Bu Eunseol’s body.
The very origin of the Seven Fist Techniques of Demonic Fists.
The fist art of Gwon In Cheon unfolded before her.
‘This is the fist learning of Gwon In Cheon.’
Bu Eunseol gazed blankly at Gwon In’s fist technique erupting explosively,
Whoosh.
Then she instantly manifested hundreds of fist shadows across her entire body.
She immediately unfolded her technique in response to his fist art.
Crash!
With a thunderous roar, all the fist shadows Bu Eunseol had created vanished.
The technique pouring forth now encompassed every variation of fist arts from all the sects of Tianxia, yet
its purpose was not to topple the opponent.
Rather, it focused on frustrating the opponent’s outpouring attacks and martial principles midway through their execution.
‘A unique fist art.’
Joy bloomed across Bu Eunseol’s expression as she observed the cascading technique.
All martial arts in Tianxia were created to topple enemies.
Therefore, they were composed of swift and efficient movements.
But the fist learning now pouring forth from Gwon In
frustrated the opponent’s attacks, intercepting them and their martial principles midway,
and through that rebound, inflicted damage not only upon the opponent’s body but upon their spirit as well.
It contained a new martial principle that had never appeared in the Murim until now.
‘Are not hands the most delicate weapon in all of Tianxia?’
There was one reason why fist arts had to be far more subtle than other martial techniques.
Because they employed the human hand, which could be called the most delicate instrument in all of Tianxia.
The reason Gwon In could unleash fist techniques in harmony with his movements was
that he could easily produce any martial variation, and move faster and more precisely than any weapon,
by employing his two hands.
‘Exquisite and wondrous.’
In that moment, Bu Eunseol began to mimic Gwon In’s fist art once more.
But unlike before, she could not follow it easily,
and was blocked midway, sustaining grave internal injuries.
An ordinary martial artist would have felt despair at this point, but Bu Eunseol was different.
‘The principle of Tianxia is that when one cycle ends, another begins.’
The essence of Nangya Pavilion’s martial arts—acquiring an enemy’s techniques amid fierce combat—
concludes and simultaneously begins anew,
founded upon the eternal nature of existence and the subtle principles of circulation, which ‘always persist and never diminish.’
Therefore, when Gwon In repeatedly deployed techniques that severed the flow of martial force mid-execution,
Bu Eunseol instead gained profound enlightenment and began synthesizing the martial essence of Nangya Pavilion with that of Gwon In.
‘Rather than merely wounding through interruption of flow, wouldn’t it be far more perfect to chain continuous attacks through that very disruption?’
Bu Eunseol instantly grasped the subtle principle of Gwon In’s technique—intercepting an enemy’s martial force mid-stream to launch counterattacks.
‘Flow-Blocking Eternal Return.’
She named this technique Flow-Blocking Eternal Return.
“Cough!”
Yet in that moment, all of Bu Eunseol’s attacks were blocked by Gwon In, and the recoil inflicted devastating internal injuries upon her, causing her to expel blood.
Gwon In seized the opportunity without hesitation, crossing both hands.
“Now perish!”
With a shout that shook heaven and earth, a brilliant white comet streaked across the galaxy, pouring down upon Bu Eunseol’s face.
It was a new fist technique that surpassed all fist arts in Tianxia.
‘Eliminate the old and establish the new.’
Gwon In’s ultimate technique born of enlightenment.
The fist art now unfolding before her was—
a complete and entirely new world that Bu Eunseol could never have imagined until now.
Attachments accumulated in the heart, ignorance, desire.
The fixed concepts of martial secrets passed down through generations.
‘To empty and sever all of that, one must ultimately empty the old and establish the new.’
Bu Eunseol named the enlightenment she gained from Gwon In’s supreme fist art ‘Discard the Old and Establish the New.’
The Seven Forms of the Fist Demon.
At last, Bu Eunseol
had completely obtained
the final three forms of the Seven Forms of the Fist Demon, the supreme fist art of Murim.

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