Chapter 78 : Chapter 78

Chapter 78. The Life-and-Death Struggle of Two Martial Artists Has Begun (3)

The Myriad Poisons Demon Snake trembled.

She neutralized the attack he extended with seventy percent power in a single breath.

That this is possible means…….

‘It really existed. It really existed.’

Myriad Poisons Body.

There is no mistake.

That was undoubtedly the Myriad Poisons Body, the treasure that those who cultivate poison arts dream of even in their sleep.

Otherwise, it makes no sense.

Previously, he sent people to obtain that.

Resultingly, he failed.

But he didn't care much.

[Since I didn't have high expectations anyway.]

In fact, the way the information was obtained was strange, and the existence of the Myriad Poisons Body was not certain. Moreover, not a single survivor sent on the mission returned.

For the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake, he had no choice but to conclude that his subordinates failed because they got caught by the Tang Clan.

And it was hard to believe that the Myriad Poisons Body actually existed. If such a figure, like a dream for those cultivating poison arts, actually exists, it should have been him.

He thought there is no way the Tang Clan could produce it. However…….

"Oh…… Ooooooh……."

It is marvelous.

Just looking at it, he can know.

Isn't that a beautiful creature as if the essence of poison was molded?

Greed and jealousy arose simultaneously.

"Haa…… Haaaa……."

At the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake’s gaze, looking as if searching thoroughly from head to toe in a bizarrely excited state, Dang Seoyeon felt physiological disgust.

"Die!"

In the first place, she has no good feelings toward the Poison Hand Gate.

Her poison energy emitted from her whole body flew properly aiming at the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake.

BANG!

The Myriad Poisons Demon Snake hit squarely by the poison energy.

It was poison energy that would kill an ordinary person without lasting even a single breath, but the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake blocked it.

Of course, he didn't block it unscathed.

Several beads dyed purple fell to the floor at his feet.

Then the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake rather admired.

"Amazing. Poison energy that even top-grade Poison-Avoiding Beads obtained in Yunnan cannot handle."

Truly pure admiration.

At that appearance, Dang Seoyeon bit her lip tight.

The appearance of him acting leisurely with her in front of his eyes was deeply annoying.

"If you like it that much, why don't you receive it directly…… then!"

BANG!

Simultaneously with speaking, the poison palm extending again.

If he gets hit by that attack in a state where the Poison-Avoiding Beads are consumed, it would be dangerous even for the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake.

But the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake also had a secret trump card.

He took out a small white fan from his bosom. The small fan the size of a palm suddenly became as huge as a human body when he held it in his hand.

And then…….

"Show your power. Clear Poison White Spirit Fan."

WHOOOOOOSH!

A huge wind blew.

Truly a refreshing and clear wind, that is.

When that wind touched Dang Seoyeon’s poison energy, Dang Seoyeon’s poison energy drooped like cotton touching water and lost its power.

Seeing that sight, the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake admired.

"Amazing. To think even the Clear Poison White Spirit Fan cannot perfectly purify the poison energy."

"That is……. A Precious Jewel?"

Dang Seoyeon blinked.

She also knows what a Precious Jewel is.

There was also the item called Ruyi Pouch that Han Cheong-un uses. The Myriad Poisons Demon Snake draped the fan over his shoulder and said.

"It is not an object I particularly like. For people like us who use poison arts, it is an object like a natural enemy."

"The word 'us' is annoying."

Although she spoke leisurely, Dang Seoyeon was slightly tense.

She also felt it herself.

How diametrically opposed that object is to her.

"Why does someone who speaks as if poison arts are the best under the heavens have such an object?"

At Dang Seoyeon’s words, the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake sighed and said.

"It is as you say. Truly a repulsive object."

"……."

"But isn't it safest for it to be in my hands rather than in someone else's hands?"

He meant he would keep it since it is an object that can be his natural enemy.

At first glance, it made sense.

"I thought about breaking it several times, but I couldn't because it was a waste. Thinking about it now, it is truly fortunate."

The Myriad Poisons Demon Snake held the fan in one hand and the Myriad Snake Whip in the other hand and smiled, saying.

"Thanks to it, won't I be able to take a treasure unparalleled under the heavens?"

Dang Seoyeon got goosebumps.

Perhaps the fate of being born a beauty, she often felt lust mixed in the gazes of men looking at her. But that is more unpleasant than that.

"Surely……. I will surely take you."

"……."

"And I will make you mine and possess you. I won't yield a single strand of hair. Indeed, you are mine. Myriad Poisons Body."

A bastard solidly crazy about poison.

That was the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake’s identity.

Dang Seoyeon felt physiological disgust. Leaving aside victory or defeat, she didn't want to fight that bastard. However…….

"What did you say to my daughter?"

Fortunately, there was a reliable guardian here to protect her.

"Father."

When Dang Seoyeon turned her head, there was the Tang Clan Head with an expression of a fierce god.

He glared as if to tear the Myriad Poisons Demon Snake to death and said.

"I will kill you. Myriad Poisons Demon Snake!"

The Tang Clan Head flew forward, bursting out his anger as a father without regret.

"I will cover you."

Dang Seoyeon also followed the Tang Clan Head from behind.

* * *

A fierce offense and defense of advance and retreat unfold.

Amidst that, the busiest person would be this person no matter what anyone says.

"Brother. The east is being pushed back. The momentum of the Evil Way bastards is unusual."

"Send Emei’s reserve forces to block. Didn't we keep them for times like this?"

"Already?"

"Will you save it and let it become poop? Send them quickly!"

"Yes!"

There was no time to rest.

Soon other beggars ran and reported the situation to him ceaselessly.

"A part of the Poison Hand Gate bastards detoured and is going around to our rear."

"What are you looking at. You beggar bastards. Block them!"

"The Limitless Gate bastards are striking from the front."

"Damn, I’m going! Follow me!"

Iron Mesh Beggar Seok Gu.

As the Sichuan Branch Leader of the Beggar's Gang, he was commanding the entire Righteous Way and tuning this entire perilous battlefield.

And he came to realize.

‘The Evil Way bastards are much stronger than I thought?’

In the meantime, the Righteous Murim has judged that the Evil Way’s power or level is much weaker than themselves.

They concluded that the lagging part is only about numbers and qualitatively they are in an overwhelming advantage.

But that was just armchair theory.

As a result of actually colliding, the Evil Way’s level was much higher than they thought.

Although First-Class Disciples of Emei or Qingcheng are treated as first-rate experts wherever they go in the Jianghu, the Evil Way handled such people easily.

To deal with experts of Hall Leader level of the Blood Hand Gate or Limitless Gate, experts of Elder level had to step forward even in the Righteous Way.

That the Righteous Way’s martial prowess is overall superior to the Evil Way. It was revealed that this vague and groundless belief was false.

‘If we stood by without listening to Han Cheong-un, our Beggar's Gang would have died in droves too.’

A chill ran down Seok Gu’s spine.

At that time, he did not detect the crisis of the Sichuan Murim and was only thinking about protecting the Beggar's Gang’s safety.

If Han Cheong-un hadn't made him come to his senses, he would have really held out until the end. And…….

‘Everyone would have been ruined.’

Just ruined a little later than other sects.

Eventually, the beggars of the Beggar's Gang based in Sichuan would have all died at the hands of the Evil Way.

The Sichuan Murim owes a great debt to Han Cheong-un.

Even now, that debt is ongoing.

Han Cheong-un volunteered for the most dangerous role in this war even now.

Although called the Sect Leader of a sect, there was a role that had to be entrusted to the young Han Cheong-un, who hasn't even reached the age of twenty.

"Tsk, I should treat him to a big drink sometime."

"What do you mean?"

"It’s nothing."

Seok Gu ran forward and jumped at the Limitless Gate disciples wearing red uniforms.

"You bastards! Where do you think this is to act up?!"

* * *

A place slightly away from the battlefield where the chaos of killing and being killed unfolds.

There, Han Cheong-un was running diligently.

A familiar voice was heard from behind Han Cheong-un, running exerting movement arts to the maximum.

"Where are you going?"

Simultaneously with those words being heard, terrifying red lightning covered Han Cheong-un.

"Hup!"

Han Cheong-un twisted his waist sharply while running, faced the rear, and swung his spear to respond to that attack.

KWA-AANG!

However, as a price for receiving the attack without correcting his posture, Han Cheong-un was slammed into the ground as he was, and a merciless attack came into such him additionally.

"Die."

A heel raised high.

The moment that heel came down, Han Cheong-un felt like red lightning was falling on the crown of his head.

‘Damn…….’

Han Cheong-un raised his spear urgently to block that attack. However…….

KWA-AANG!

At the shock feeling like his whole body was breaking, Han Cheong-un bit his lip tight.

‘Still a monster.’

Although he prepared properly this time, he almost had to kneel on one knee if he made a mistake.

Moreover, this is not the end.

Cha Mugyeom, who seized the initiative, wrapped red lightning around both hands and unleashed a dazzling continuous attack toward Han Cheong-un as he was.

[ Red Lightning Blood Demon Art: Blood Lightning Running to Heaven ]

At that moment, his two fists and two feet began to deliver dazzling and fluid continuous attacks.

BANG! KA-BANG! POOF!

Straight punch, low kick, explosive force, followed by shoulder tackle, then again elbow and high kick etc…….

Attacks that can be called the essence of fist and foot arts were linked with perfect discipline.

Truly a state of a master beyond an expert.

Even Han Cheong-un was busy blocking this attack.

"Keuk……."

In the first place, the weapon called spear is too disadvantageous to deal with fist and foot arts in a close-range situation.

Even more so if the opponent is Cha Mugyeom…….

"Opening!"

Eventually, as Han Cheong-un’s posture collapsed reaching his limit, Cha Mugyeom’s right hand became a sharp dagger and extended aiming for Han Cheong-un’s heart. To that, Han Cheong-un…….

Spirit Realm Two Steps

Urgently unfolded the domain and retreated backward.

BANG!

Cha Mugyeom’s hand blade struck the empty air sharply, and the sound of air bursting proved how perfectly disciplined his attack unfolded.

And withdrawing his fist, he said.

"That special ability is truly annoying."

He thought he pierced the heart perfectly, but he missed. To the regretful Cha Mugyeom, Han Cheong-un spoke while arranging his breathing.

"Your personality is too impatient. I thought a silent agreement was reached."

"Isn't this enough consideration? Surely you aren't saying you need more?"

"Well, that is true."

The moment the war started.

Han Cheong-un threw his body abruptly and escaped the battlefield. Although it was an extreme movement that others would think was fleeing, there was a reason for this.

When Han Cheong-un escaped the battlefield, red lightning also sprinted from the Evil Way and tracked such Han Cheong-un.

The person who followed as if never to lose him was Iron Blood Fist King Cha Mugyeom.

"You aren't thinking of avoiding the match, are you?"

"No. Rather, I invited you here to concentrate on the match."

"Well, plausible."

"……."

"And at the same time, you probably wanted to keep me away from the battlefield."

Han Cheong-un did not answer.

But it was hitting the mark.

It is dangerous to let that man fight on the battlefield.

That person whose fighting style itself is like an avatar of destruction devastates the surroundings even without intending to.

From the position of Han Cheong-un, who established all strategies to balance the war, he wanted to exclude this uncertain factor. Of course…….

"Wanting a head-on match with you is sincere."

This was also sincere.

When Han Cheong-un took a stance and adjusted his grip on the spear, the corners of Cha Mugyeom’s mouth rose slightly.

"Then I hope you entertain me now."

Cha Mugyeom, taking a horse stance, held his fist and attached it to his waist, and lowered the opposite hand to the knee to defend the body’s oblique line.

A polite and correct posture unbelievable to be taken by a martial artist of the Evil Way.

The moment he took that posture, his body revealed a stable presence as if he became a huge Mount Tai.

‘Cool. To the point I want to tell Junggang to learn from it.’

Han Cheong-un admired purely.

As expected, that man is real. Then…….

‘I should also give treatment befitting that.’

Han Cheong-un’s momentum changed.

Relaxing the body, fighting spirit completely disappeared from his expression and eyes.

Unlike Cha Mugyeom standing firmly like a rock, this was an atmosphere like a calm lake.

"Mm……."

Cha Mugyeom also admired.

‘Indeed, was he a baby tiger back then?’

Previously, Cha Mugyeom lost to Han Cheong-un.

There is no room for excuses.

Carelessness? Luck?

Cha Mugyeom is a man who would rather bite his tongue and die than say such things. However…….

‘If we fought a hundred times, I was confident I could beat him to death ninety-nine times.’

Apart from victory or defeat, there was a definite difference in skill between Han Cheong-un and himself at the time.

But…….

"To grow like this in just three years."

If he hadn't seen it with his eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

Han Cheong-un’s growth was that excellent. However…….

"Regrettable. I won't be able to see you grow further."

I will surely kill you here today.

Dense killing intent rose from Cha Mugyeom’s body saying he has no intention of letting him live.

To him, Han Cheong-un spoke.

"Don't worry. You will continue to see my growth."

"……."

"In the underworld, that is."

Han Cheong-un was also intending to see the end.

Leaving aside personal likes and dislikes, this man called Cha Mugyeom is too dangerous to keep alive. So…….

"I will kill you."

"This is the end."

Blue flash and red lightning sprinted. And…….

KWA-AANG!

The life-and-death struggle of two martial artists began.