The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 57

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Chapter 57

“This time will be different from before.”

Doe muttered as if making a declaration and began his counterattack.

Swish!

The sword energy carried by his swift blade was fierce.

“Hap!”

Though I had learned martial arts for only a short time, I had endured Eok I-geon’s harsh training. I dodged his sword energy with flowing movements and quickly executed the White Jade Hand Demonic Art.

Red energy faintly gathered over my pure white jade hands.

Clang!

I struck upward against Doe’s incoming sword and thrust my hand toward his exposed shoulder.

“Haak!”

Then Doe let out a battle cry and brought his sword down to cut my arm.

‘Hmph!’

Did he think I’d fall for that so easily?

The White Jade Hand Demonic Art was both a hand technique and a sleeve technique.

I drew a circle with my arm and wrapped my hand with my sleeve. Then I infused my sleeve with internal energy, making it hard as armor.

Clang!

Doe’s sword bounced right off. I immediately spun my sword like a windmill and attacked his head.

Whoooosh!

Startled by the strong wind pressure emanating from my sword, Doe retreated three steps diagonally.

However, my movement was slightly faster.

Slash!

His shoulder was quickly stained with red blood.

Though I was disappointed it only grazed him, Doe’s face showed clear signs of dismay as he hurriedly pressed his blood points to stop the bleeding.

What, are you flustered because my skills are better than you expected?

I knew his tendency to dismiss women first and ask questions later.

He was probably about to lose his temper right about now.

Look at that.

The venom gathering in his eyes.

I can hear him cursing me internally.

I know because I read it in the book.

From now on, he would attack me in earnest.

This was the Demonic Sect, where having no power made you a criminal.

If you came out seeking fame only to become a loser, no one would give you a second glance.

Knowing this, he would try anything to defeat me.

His eyebrows twitched within his contorted expression. His nostrils flared as he smirked.

It perfectly matched the description of Red-faced Black Demon Doe before he caused trouble.

Especially when he got excited while raping women or mercilessly slaughtering civilians, descriptions like this would always appear.

Now I’m his target, is that it?

But will things really go your way?

Bang!

I stepped forward first and swung my sword. Doe defended and used his Absorption Technique to bring his blade close to mine.

As the two swords became entangled, the distance between us shortened accordingly.

Once again, we entered a contest of strength.

Click!

Then a faint sound pierced my ears.

‘What’s this?’

I bent my waist backward with all my might, determined to avoid it even if it meant falling to the ground in disgrace.

Swish!

His dagger barely grazed past my eyes.

If my judgment had been even slightly delayed, my face would have been severely wounded.

‘This bastard wants to die!’

I struck the ground with my sleeve filled with internal energy and got back up. The impact shattered the sparring arena, but it was a place that would soon disappear anyway.

Fine, I’ll really finish you off today!

I awakened the phoenix’s fury and unfolded the Demonic Phoenix Flying Steps.

Whoosh!

With a single flap of wings, I leaped high above Doe’s head as if I had placed Mount Tai beneath my feet.

The first verse of the Mahu Sovereign Sword.

Rule like Cheonsan looking down upon the world from beneath the heavens.

Moreover, wasn’t I a phoenix that had flown to the peak of Cheonsan!

Roooar—

True energy rose like a storm from my danjeon, circulated through my eight extraordinary meridians, and gathered into the Mahu Phoenix Sword.

Red energy rippled along the blade.

It gradually became clearer until it finally held a distinct, tangible light.

Hummmm!

The sword wrapped in energy let out a cry.

Was it the cry of a phoenix?

Or perhaps a cry for dominion?

“Uhaaap!”

A shout burst from me. Simultaneously, red sword energy flew toward him.

“Huk!”

Doe hastily crossed his sword and the dagger separated from its hilt in an X-shape to block it, but naturally that alone was insufficient.

It was the phoenix’s sword energy that devoured everything.

His sword and dagger split far too easily as it slashed across his chest.

“Keuaak!”

From that impact, Doe collapsed while spewing blood.

Scum like this needs to be cut down at the roots.

I momentarily forgot this was a sparring match and leaped down onto his body.

One of my feet was precisely stepping on Doe’s danjeon.

Of course, I wasn’t simply stepping on it.

‘The Internal Energy Crushing Technique isn’t limited to hands, you know.’

Eok I-geon had insisted that when learning anything, it must be learned properly, so he made me master the Internal Energy Crushing Technique using both feet as well.

I should put what I learned to use.

Crack!

Crunch!

The feeling of that trash’s danjeon breaking was quite satisfying.

“Kraaaaaaak!”

Doe’s scream, fundamentally different from before, echoed throughout the sparring arena.

It must hurt terribly.

I slightly frowned at the loud noise.

Then I saw it.

The bewildered gazes of the demonic sect members directed at me.

As if shocked by the cruelty in my hands, despite my victory, no cheers could be heard unlike before.

I had planned to castrate him after destroying his danjeon, but given the atmosphere, it seemed I shouldn’t do that here.

I’ll save that for next time.

Hey, referee.

Hurry up and declare my victory.

Then I can decide whether to come down or not.

I stood proudly without showing any sign of remorse despite having turned my sparring opponent into a cripple.

For a martial artist, danjeon destruction is equivalent to a death sentence, yet everyone seemed dumbfounded by how brazenly I was acting.

In truth, the sparring match had ended the moment Doe collapsed bleeding.

Anyone could see that my subsequent actions were unnecessary.

So they’re demanding an explanation from me?

Then I’ll give them one.

I pointed at Doe with the Mahu Phoenix Sword and spoke.

“This bastard insulted me throughout our entire sword exchange.”

It’s correct to say “this lady,” right?

Should I have just said “me” instead?

Ugh, so cringeworthy!

Though my two selves were fighting inside, my mouth kept moving without pause.

“He dared to look down on and harass me, Cheonma’s disciple, simply because I’m a woman—how could I stand by and watch? This isn’t just insulting me, but insulting my master as well. If anyone else acts like this bastard in front of me in the future, I won’t hold back and will cut off their head!”

I couldn’t very well reveal the evil deeds that Red-Faced Black Demon Doe would commit in the future. So I brazenly pushed forward.

I may look like this, but I’m Cheonma’s first disciple—what are you going to do about it?

That was my strategy, you could say.

“Well done!”

Cheonma, who had been sitting in the VIP seats, praised me and gracefully flew over using the air as stepping stones.

My eyes widened at seeing aerial footwork for the first time in my life.

Seeing it in person, it’s so cool!

I want to try it too.

“My disciple should naturally act this way!”

The atmosphere changed instantly with Cheonma’s approval.

Though some still looked stiff, belated cheers erupted.

“Waaaah!”

“Cheonma’s disciple won!”

Mahu’s successor has descended!”

It was a debut match that made me known exactly as planned.

Even those who had seen only my appearance and thought of me as just a young girl seemed to realize after watching this final that Cheonma’s disciple was not to be taken lightly.

“Is there anything you want as a victory prize?”

“Do you mean prize money?”

“No, not that—if you need anything else, tell me whatever it is.”

You’ll give me something other than prize money too?

Perhaps because I had won all my matches decisively without much difficulty, Cheonma seemed to be in an excellent mood.

“May I give that prize instead?”

Just then, some old man climbed onto the sparring arena and greeted Cheonma. Seeing him, Cheonma looked as shocked as if he’d seen a ghost.

Who is this old man?

My question didn’t last long.

“It’s the Hyeon-ma Tak Family!”

“The head of the Hyeon-ma Tak Family has come!”

“Has he finally broken his seclusion!”

The demonic sect members became noisy once again at the appearance of Family Head Tak, Tak Joong-hak.

Oh, so this old man is the head of the Hyeon-ma Tak Family that the demonic sect members respect so much.

At the point when the novel began, he had already passed away from old age, so there weren’t any particular details about him.

Nevertheless, the Tak Family maintained their lineage and showed their strength even after Eok I-geon rose to power later, befitting the Demonic Sect’s most prestigious family.

For some reason their relationship didn’t look very good, but they were still portrayed as an honorable and strong group.

“It’s an honor to meet the First Young Lady. I am called Tak Joong-hak.”

Family Head Tak showed me the utmost courtesy, despite me being much younger.

“I’m also pleased to meet you. I am called Shin Seolha.”

I also acted politely to match him.

“How could I ignore it when the Sect Leader has taken in his first disciple? I wish to offer a gift for the glory of our headquarters, so please don’t refuse.”

“…Is it something I may accept?”

“Of course. The Tak Family is prepared to offer anything to the First Young Lady.”

You’ll give me anything?

This old man I’m meeting for the first time is quite generous.

But why is the old man looking at me like that?

Strangely, I could sense both joy and sorrow from his kind face.

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