Fist Demon of Mount Hua ( Novel ) - Chapter 219
Chapter 219: Even if I leave, I leave by my own will (1)
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“Senior Brother!”
Song Gyeong burst through the door and ran into the great training hall. The atmosphere in the great training hall was quite different from where the Extermination Squad was.
On one side of the great training hall, a temporary kitchen was set up, and in front of it, delicious foods were arranged in large bowls by type on a counter.
In front of that, numerous tables and chairs were lined up for eating, with many people sitting or standing.
But such scenes did not register in Song Gyeong’s eyes. All he could see was the bloody man sprawled in front of the counter.
Though his face was turned sideways and not visible, Song Gyeong instinctively recognized the man as Jang Il-wan.
“Senior Brother!”
Song Gyeong hurriedly lifted Jang Il-wan.
Blood from Jang Il-wan’s body stained his entire body, but Song Gyeong didn’t even notice.
“Senior Brother, what’s wrong? Wake up.”
Jang Il-wan had gone out to get more food. Why was he here covered in blood?
Song Gyeong looked around with wide eyes. Many people were watching Song Gyeong and Jang Il-wan with blank stares.
Angered by their insensitive gazes as if looking at strangers, Song Gyeong shouted:
“Why are you just standing there when someone is injured? No, why did this happen to the senior Brother?”
His angry voice echoed through the great training hall. Some martial artists flustered and turned away, but most looked at him with angry glares.
Woo Yang-chun, who had followed, shouted while pointing at someone:
“It’s that guy. That guy did this to the senior brother.”
Large facial features and a seven-foot tall body, a physique that looked as hard as carved steel, with intense yet arrogant eyes to match.
The one exuding such a uniquely powerful presence was Nam Hak, the Heavenly Thunder Warrior.
It was Nam Hak, one of the Nine Martial Dragons known as the world’s greatest up-and-coming talent. With his arms arrogantly folded, he looked down at Song Gyeong and Jang Il-wan with cold eyes.
Nam Hak was in such a high position that someone like Song Gyeong, a wandering martial artist, would not normally dare to even look at him directly. There was as great a difference as between heaven and earth between Nam Hak, a prodigy of the Kongtong Sect, one of the Nine Great Sects, and Song Gyeong, a mere wandering martial artist.
Song Gyeong fearlessly approached Nam Hak.
“Answer me. Why did you do this to senior brother?”
“He ignored my warning.”
“Warning?”
“This place is specially prepared for the elites of the Murim Alliance. It’s not a place for wandering martial artists like you to enter. He ignored my warning and came in here causing trouble as he pleased.”
Jang Il-wan had said there was a lot of leftover food here and he would just take a little. That’s how he ended up clashing with Nam Hak, resulting in this state.
“For such a trivial reason?”
Song Gyeong’s eyes filled with anger.
“Those here are the elite martial artists selected from each sect to fight against the demonic cult. If their morale or physical abilities decline, naturally our fighting strength will decrease. So special management is needed.”
“How can you say that? We too voluntarily came forward to fight the demonic cult. We too stepped up to uphold justice in the murim.”
“Hmph! At best, you’re just opportunists riding the current trends.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re quietly joining in to share the glory now that it looks like the Murim Alliance will overwhelm the demonic cult.”
“Do you… really mean that?”
Song Gyeong’s voice trembled involuntarily.
He never imagined someone like Nam Hak would think this way. That’s why the shock was even greater.
Thinking he might as well continue, Nam Hak spoke what he had been holding back:
“Do you think it’s unfair? Well, there’s nothing that can be done. The world is inherently unfair. The food laid out here was all prepared with funds provided by major sects like the Nine Sects and Five Great Families. Naturally it should be used for them.”
“How can you say such things…”
Song Gyeong’s cheeks trembled.
Nam Hak’s words were no different from denying the wandering martial artists who willingly jumped into danger for the justice of the murim.
While they were barely getting by eating thin gruel, those here were filling their stomachs with luxurious meals.
It was as if only those here were living in a separate world. Song Gyeong thought all of this was absurd.
“So you only give us watery gruel? Expect us to eat just enough not to die and fight?”
“If you feel wronged, then achieve some merits. Who knows? Maybe your treatment will change then.”
A smile appeared on Nam Hak’s lips. It was clearly a sneer to anyone who saw it. At that, Song Gyeong burst out in anger.
“Hey! You son of a b*tch. Are you the only one living in the murim? Are you the only martial artists? Are you the only chosen ones?”
His angry shout swept through the great training hall.
Some martial artists couldn’t raise their heads, seemingly ashamed. They too thought Nam Hak was going too far. But Nam Hak’s authority was so great that they didn’t dare to step forward.
Nam Hak’s face reddened with anger at Song Gyeong’s cursing.
“How dare you!”
“How dare I what? Huh? Since you’ve reduced senior brother to this state, I suppose lowly wandering martial artists like us don’t even register in your eyes.”
A chilling killing intent flashed in Nam Hak’s eyes.
Nam Hak had grown up receiving all the expectations of the prestigious Kongtong Sect since childhood. With his exceptional senses and mastery of the Five Natures, his achievement in martial arts was extraordinary. In order to perfect him, the Kongdong Sect sacrificed the inner energy of six elders and made him undergo the extreme training of ‘cutting the hair and washing the marrow’.
Thanks to that, Nam Hak’s pure energy alone was close to being the best in the world. Because of his extraordinary energy and martial arts achievements, no one dared to go against Nam Hak’s wishes.
Even the elders of the Kongtong Sect could not say anything unpleasant to Nam Hak. As a result, Nam Hak could not tolerate anyone saying anything unpleasant to him.
“You fucking b*st*rd! You viper that ripped out of your mother’s womb. We’ll see how well you live… Ack!”
Bang!
Song Gyeong, who was cursing, suddenly screamed and flew backwards. Nam Hak, unable to hold back any longer, had struck out.
A clear black handprint was imprinted on Song Gyeong’s chest as he rolled on the ground.
“Urgh! You dog… Cough!”
Song Gyeong, trying to forcibly get up, spat out dark blood.
His internal organs were shaken and his energy was in turmoil. As if his whole body was being dismantled, he had no strength in his limbs.
Nam Hak pressed his foot firmly on Song Gyeong’s chest.
“Let’s see you talk more.”
“You think I can’t if you tell me to? You b*st*rd who wouldn’t recognize your own mother. Someone like you… Argh!”
With a cracking sound, Song Gyeong’s chest gradually caved in. His chest bone was about to break under Nam Hak’s foot.
Killing intent gleamed in Nam Hak’s eyes. If he applied just a little more force, Song Gyeong’s chest would be completely crushed.
“Stop this.”
Unable to watch any longer, Yang-chun Wu tried to intervene but fell down coughing blood from a casual strike by Nam Hak.
“You worms. You think you’re the same as us just because you learned some martial arts? You’re just meat shields to buy us time. With that status, you dare to seek the same treatment as us? Know your place.”
“Nam Hak!”
At that moment, someone called Nam Hak from behind.
“What?”
Crack!
As Nam Hak carelessly turned around, an intense blow struck his face.
“Urgh!”
Nam Hak’s cheek swelled up instantly from the unexpected blow.
“What?”
“What do you think you’re doing? Nam Hak.”
The man who struck Nam Hak was Cho Yeon-woon.
He was glaring at Nam Hak with angry eyes.
“What are you doing? Cho Yeon-woon.”
Nam Hak asked as he wiped the blood from his mouth.
“Are you asking because you don’t know? What is this? By what right are you oppressing people who came running to lend their strength in the fight against the demonic cult like this?”
Cho Yeon-woon shouted with a bleeding heart. His eyes were already bloodshot.
Cho Yeon-woon looked around and pointed:
“What are you doing? Why are you just watching? Not one of you stepped up to stop this bastard. You’re all the same b*st*rds. Cowards!”
Cho Yeon-woon berated all the martial artists who had been watching silently, his neck veins bulging. Those who had remained silent out of fear of Nam Hak’s authority blushed in shame, but unfortunately there were more people who were not like that.
“What? Are you defending mere wandering martial artists now?”
“The Drunken Cloud Dragon has gone mad.”
Birds of a feather flock together, and the people gathered in the great training hall right now were exactly like that.
Most of the martial artists gathered here were from major sects in the murim. Their pride was so high that they never saw wandering martial artists without any sect affiliation as equals.
Cho Yeon-woon was disappointed and deeply frustrated by their attitude. He helped Song Gyeong and the others sprawled on the ground to get up.
Nam Hak walked towards Cho Yeon-woon and said:
“Cho Yeon-woon. Let go of them.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Are you denying that you’re a disciple of the Hundred Battles Sect?”
“What does that have to do with this? Nam Hak.”
“The honor of the Hundred Battles Sect was established by the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Families. Not by the wandering martial artists you’re supporting now.”
“Bullshit! The honor of the Hundred Battles Sect was earned by fighting against the demonic cult. It has nothing to do with major sects like the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Families.”
“You?”
“Nam Hak! Listen carefully. The Nine Great Sects and Five Great Families are not all of the murim. When the murim was in crisis, it was nameless martial artists like these who saved it. My master also started as a wandering martial artist and built today’s Hundred Battles Sect. Don’t underestimate the potential of wandering martial artists. They are the weed-like existence that forms the foundation of the murim.”
Cho Yeon-woon’s lion’s roar echoed through the great training hall.
Cho Yeon-woon was usually known for his kind smile. He was even called the Drunken Cloud Dragon for always having alcohol on his lips.
The aura he was showing now was quite shocking. Many were overwhelmed by Cho Yeon-woon’s presence.
Nam Hak did not like Cho Yeon-woon’s attitude.
“Cho Yeon-woon!”
“Nam Hak!”
“I can’t let this slide. I will punish your arrogance.”
A murderous aura rose from Nam Hak’s entire body. The martial artists nearby quickly backed away.
Cho Yeon-woon’s expression hardened. He sensed the killing intent hidden in Nam Hak’s aura.
“I, Nam Hak of the Kongtong Sect, challenge Cho Yeon-woon of the Hundred Battles Sect. Cho Yeon-woon, if you’re a man, don’t avoid my challenge.”
“Fine! Nam Hak.”
Cho Yeon-woon put down Song Gyeong and walked towards Nam Hak. The smile disappeared from Cho Yeon-woon’s face.
‘Arrogant!’
Nam Hak’s jaw muscles twitched.
Cho Yeon-woon, the Drunken Cloud Dragon.
A man with “dragon” in his title despite not being one of the Nine Dragons. He always disliked how Cho Yeon-woon was always drunk yet ran his mouth.
Nam Hak decided to take this opportunity to defeat Cho Yeon-woon and establish his authority.
Mixed Origin Single Energy Technique.
Nam Hak employed the Kongtong Sect’s secret internal energy technique. Immense energy surged through all the meridians in his body.
Whoosh!
Nam Hak was known to have energy close to the best in the world. When he seriously employed his energy, the air in the area resonated. But Cho Yeon-woon was not intimidated at all.
If Nam Hak was a disciple of the Kongtong Sect, he was a disciple of the Hundred Battles Sect. Though its history could not compare to the Kongtong Sect, the Hundred Battles Sect was also supported by numerous sects in the murim. He had no reason to be intimidated.
The two stopped and glared at each other.
The martial artists, overwhelmed by their aura, did not dare try to stop them and could only watch.
“Hah!”
Nam Hak moved first.
The Demon Subduing Great Strength Hand, the Kongtong Sect’s secret hand technique, was unleashed.
Whoosh!
The air was filled with Nam Hak’s hand shadows.
Nam Hak’s hand shadows filled the sky like rain falling down. Even in Cho Yeon-woon’s eyes, Nam Hak’s hand shadows were everywhere.
Without hesitation, Cho Yeon-woon threw himself into it.
The Eight Desolation Divine Fist was unleashed.
Bang!
With a thunderous sound, the two clashed.
Their bodies shook from the impact. The powerful collision shook their internal organs and made their energy fluctuate.
Faint traces of blood appeared at the corners of their mouths. But neither backed down.
Clang!
Cho Yeon-woon and Nam Hak clashed again and again.
News of their clash soon spread throughout the entire Shouzhou branch.