Chapter 14 : Chapter 14

Chapter 14. I’ll Give You a Good Punch (1)

Han Biu felt wronged.

What did I do?

Of course, since he had been active in the Murim world for several decades, he must have unknowingly accumulated a grudge or two, but…….

“No, forget it.”

Han Biu decided to think calmly.

He was a very strange guy, but it didn’t matter.

“I’ll just kill him here and be done with it.”

And a red energy began to faintly rise from Han Biu’s body. Han Cheong-un looked at the red energy rising like a heat haze and…….

“It’s the Blood Night Divine Art.”

“……!”

An expression of unconcealable shock appeared on Han Biu’s face. Regardless of that…….

“It’s a martial art created by someone who was excommunicated and fled from Shaolin two hundred years ago, right? After that, he created an assassination-for-hire sect called the Blood Night Gate.”

“How do you know?”

“Well? How do I know?”

Han Cheong-un grinned.

In fact, the Blood Poison Serpent Han Biu was a big shot in the Unorthodox Faction who had fought fiercely and survived the first Righteous-Demonic War, and had also made quite a name for himself in the second Righteous-Demonic War.

He was a figure who had clashed with the Evil-Annihilating Squad led by Han Cheong-un several times.

Naturally, he had a thorough knowledge of that person.

The Blood Night Divine Art was a perversion of Shaolin martial arts into a wicked art, and the future Han Biu would master it to the twelfth star. But…….

“Looking at your current accomplishment, you seem to be at about the seventh star.”

“……”

“Good. You’re still a brat.”

“What did you say?”

“If you don’t nip the bud in advance, you’ll need an axe later.”

Han Cheong-un, walking step by step with a faint smile.

Han Biu, seeing him, unknowingly took a step back and shouted.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Well, you don’t need to know that……”

The smile that had been on Han Cheong-un’s lips disappeared. And the next moment…….

“You just die.”

With those words, Han Cheong-un moved forward.

Han Biu also countered, extending his fist.

Kwaang!

A fist colliding head-on with a spear tip.

His fist, filled with powerful energy, should have broken Han Cheong-un’s spear. But Han Cheong-un’s spear didn’t budge an inch.

Fist and spear tip clashed and confronted each other. But at that moment, the corners of Han Cheong-un’s mouth crept up slightly.

‘I can overpower him.’

The current Han Biu was much weaker than he remembered.

He himself was lacking compared to his prime, but he could overpower the current Han Biu. So…….

“Hup!”

Kooong!

Han Cheong-un stepped his back foot forward and stomped down forcefully. At the same time, he forcibly pushed the stationary spear. As a result…….

“Keuk……”

Han Biu hastily withdrew his fist and twisted his body.

Paaaaang!

With a clear sound of air being torn, the air next to Han Biu’s face exploded.

A clean and refined thrust.

If his judgment had been even slightly late, his face would have been blown off.

“Good senses.”

“How dare you……?”

“Go on, keep dodging.”

Han Cheong-un’s spear strikes continued, beginning to drive the enemy back.

Pa-pang! Paang!

Han Biu didn’t dare to receive the continuous thrusts and moved his feet to dodge the attacks.

‘He’s strong.’

He had to admit what he had to admit.

That young brat, unbecoming of his age, wielded profound internal energy and skilled forms.

He possessed skills that were not out of place to be called a strong person.

When facing such a person, if he didn’t give it his all, only death would await.

‘As if I’d let that happen.’

Han Biu gritted his teeth and focused his movements.

He diligently stepped through his footwork, dodging Han Cheong-un’s attacks, and continuously moved both hands to try and catch the enemy’s attack.

The one thing a spearman must avoid most when facing a fist user.

That is having their spear caught.

Unlike a sword or a saber, a spear is a weapon that is easy to subdue when caught with bare hands.

It could even be countered.

Of course, it wasn’t easy to catch this spear that thrust and withdrew with clean cuts, but…….

‘I will definitely catch it.’

Han Biu focused his concentration, dodging the attacks while moving his hands.

The creator of his martial arts was originally a fallen monk from Shaolin.

He also had a capturing art modeled after Shaolin’s Dragon Claw Hand.

Blood Claw Grasping Shadow

His hands, imbued with red qi force, split into dozens and mixed chaotically with Han Cheong-un’s spear.

Spear strikes as sharp as flashes of light.

Han Biu’s capturing hand trying to catch it.

Their exchange instantly surpassed thirty bouts.

Pow! Pow!

“Keuk……”

Han Biu gradually closed the distance, making it difficult for his opponent to use the spear.

He suffered quite a few injuries in the process, but it couldn’t be helped.

He wasn’t foolish enough to think he could win against such a strong opponent without getting hurt.

‘Just a little……. Just a little more…….’

A spear is a weapon more sensitive to distance than any other.

As he closed the distance, he could feel the opponent’s speed slowing down, as if he was becoming uncomfortable, albeit slightly.

And finally…….

Kwajik! Ududuk! Ttuduk!

“Caught it!”

Han Biu succeeded in catching the spear tip.

The moment he caught the spear, his wrist was sprained and his finger bones were broken, but it didn’t matter.

“It’s over!”

Han Biu pulled the spear he held with one hand and concentrated qi force in his other hand.

Now, if he just blew off the head of the opponent who was being pulled in helplessly…….

“Hmm?”

Han Biu was flustered.

Despite pulling with all his might, the opponent wasn’t being pulled in. It was like using strength against a huge mountain.

And Han Biu saw it.

“Why are you flustered?”

“Eeek……”

“I went to the trouble of letting you catch it. Why don’t you try using some strength?”

“Keuk……”

The opponent, smiling with complete composure.

And when he looked at his feet…….

“Thousand-Pound Drop?”

The opponent’s feet had sunk three cun into the hard ground.

In that state, Han Cheong-un smiled brightly and said.

“Well, it’s something similar.”

It was the stance of Taishan’s Firm Stance, one of the preparatory stances of the Celestial Pole Eight Trigrams Spear.

It was similar to the Thousand-Pound Drop, but there was a difference.

What was different, you ask…….

“Hold on tight.”

“Hmm?!”

It was that he could move while performing the martial art like this.

As Han Cheong-un lifted his spear, Han Biu was lifted up like a fish caught on a fishing rod.

Fwoooosh!

“Uaaah!”

Han Biu, who was lifted nearly three zhang into the air, was greatly flustered. Having been thrown into the air against his will, he was now completely defenseless. And…….

“It’s the end.”

On the ground, Han Cheong-un prepared to finish him.

Blood Poison Serpent Han Biu.

He started as the Grand Master of the Red Serpent Squad and later became a Hall Master of the Poison Hand Gate, a figure who gained great notoriety throughout the two Righteous-Demonic Wars.

To be able to cut that bud here…….

‘I can’t miss this chance.’

In an instant, Han Cheong-un’s body soared into the sky.

[ Celestial Pole Eight Trigrams Spear: Lightning Flash Direct Kill ]

His form was like a single bolt of lightning shooting up from the ground to the sky.

Han Biu, seeing Han Cheong-un rushing towards him, steeled his resolve.

‘Come.’

He concentrated qi in both fists, prepared to perish together if it came to it. But…….

One Step of the Spirit Realm

The moment they brushed past each other.

The Domain Han Cheong-un deployed completely stole Han Biu’s consciousness. And after a single streak of lightning passed…….

“……?”

Han Biu was fine.

At least, that’s what he felt.

The two who had risen to the sky landed on the ground at the same time.

Han Biu immediately took a stance and glared at Han Cheong-un.

“Was that pity?”

“……”

Han Cheong-un didn’t answer.

He didn’t even spare a glance at Han Biu.

That attitude angered Han Biu even more.

“How dare you?!”

And the moment he was about to step forward to land a powerful fist on Han Cheong-un’s back…….

‘Huh?’

Strange?

Why is the ground rising?

And there’s no sensation in my lower body…….

Thud.

The corpse of Han Biu, cleanly cut in half at the waist.

Han Cheong-un looked at Han Biu and said.

“I have no hobby of talking to dead men.”

***

Han Cheong-un had dealt with the Grand Master of the Red Serpent Squad.

And he had done so almost overwhelmingly.

Dang Jin, who had watched the scene, spoke as if he couldn't believe it.

“What kind of person is that?”

The opponent was not some nobody.

He was a martial artist skilled enough to lead a military unit in the Poison Hand Gate, one of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way.

In the Orthodox Faction, he was a strong person on par with a top disciple representing their sect.

Such a person had been overwhelmed by a youth who had not even reached his coming-of-age ceremony.

“He’s a real monster.”

And if there was such a monster, things would be easy.

Fwoooosh!

Han Cheong-un aimed his spear at the remaining enemies and said.

“I’ll only say this once. Those who value their lives, get lost.”

“……”

“……”

The remaining members of the Red Serpent Squad were conflicted.

It might be different if their Grand Master were alive.

But now that he was dead, they had no obligation to be loyal to their sect to the point of throwing away their lives.

If they were people with such loyalty, why would they be doing the work of the Unorthodox Faction?

They cautiously glanced at each other and then scattered. At the same time, Dang Jin ran as if flying and took care of Dang Seoyeon.

“Seoyeon!”

Dang Jin tried to take care of his collapsed sister, but he couldn’t do so easily.

“Keuk……”

Even though she was bound in layers of poison-repelling beads, the poison energy leaking from Dang Seoyeon was formidable.

“Young Master.”

“Please leave this to us.”

The members of the Anbi squad who arrived late put on thick leather gloves and carefully took care of Dang Seoyeon.

“What’s her condition?”

“We’ll have to go to the medicine hall to know for sure, but there are no visible abnormalities right now.”

“That’s a relief.”

Dang Jin was relieved.

And watching Dang Jin, Han Cheong-un also smiled faintly.

‘With this, have I prevented the Tang Clan’s bloodshed incident?’

What a great fortune.

To have been able to prevent that terrible tragedy.

He didn't know what other tricks the Poison Hand Gate might try, but the Tang Clan, having experienced this once, would protect her even more strictly.

At least, as long as she was inside the Tang Clan, there would be no threat to her…….

‘Huh?’

Han Cheong-un’s expression hardened.

As he was organizing his thoughts, he felt something was strange.

The history before his regression.

At that time, the place where Dang Seoyeon’s poison energy went rampant was inside the Tang Clan.

That is, the rampage happened while she was being protected like a fortress by the Tang Clan. In that case…….

‘Is there still a possibility of a rampage? Even now that we’ve defeated the Poison Hand Gate?’

Just as Han Cheong-un had that thought.

Tinkle.

The sound of a bell came from somewhere.

A somehow eerie-sounding bell. The moment he heard that sound, Han Cheong-un’s expression became more serious than ever before. And…….

“Ugh……”

“My head?”

The members of the Anbi squad complained of headaches. It was the same for Dang Jin.

Dang Jin, frowning, also complained of pain. And then…….

“Hup!”

Han Cheong-un shouted with a loud battle cry, infusing it with internal energy.

“Everyone, raise your qi and resist! Hurry!”

At Han Cheong-un’s urgent shout, Dang Jin and the members of the Anbi squad tried to raise their qi. But…….

Tinkle-tinkle tinkle…….

The sound of the bell grew harsher.

At the same time, some members of the Anbi squad couldn’t even stand on their two feet due to the greater pain.

Seeing that scene, Han Cheong-un bit his lower lip and said.

“Ghost Spirit Taoist. It was you.”

Han Cheong-un knows.

He knows the identity of this bell sound.

If a god were to appear before Han Cheong-un and say they would kill just one person for him?

The name Han Cheong-un would say is already decided.

The leader of the Eight Gates of the Evil Way and the Gate Master of the Heavenly Demon Gate, the Heavenly Demon Star Lord Dokgo Dan.

……A single name that should come even before that.

That was the Ghost Spirit Taoist.

‘It was him. This bastard was involved in this.’

Then it all made sense.

From the beginning, the Poison Hand Gate had tried to capture the Myriad Poisons Body Dang Seoyeon, not make her go rampant.

But in the original history, her poison energy went rampant, causing a bloodshed incident, and after that, she became a star of slaughter, wandering the world and carrying out indiscriminate massacres.

If the monster called the Ghost Spirit Taoist was behind it all, then it all added up.

As his thoughts reached that point, Han Cheong-un’s gaze fell on Dang Seoyeon.

She, bound in layers of poison-repelling beads, slowly raises her body.

Crack. C-crack.

The poison-repelling beads break, and the iron chains corrode and fall off.

And her body changes.

Her jet-black hair begins to turn white, and from her body, a poison energy darker than ever before flows out.

And the moment her two eyes, now fully risen, opened…….

“Everyone, get back!”

Simultaneously with Han Cheong-un’s tearing scream, poison energy erupted from her body like an active volcano.

The tragedy that was called the Guizhou Bloodshed Incident had finally occurred.

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