Fist Demon of Mount Hua ( Novel ) - Chapter 250
Chapter 250 – Friend…(4)
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Mount Hua was crumbling.
The palace complexes that had endured for a thousand years were burning, and the warriors who had protected Mount Hua’s spirit were falling while spilling red blood.
Acrid smoke stung the nostrils and flames soared to the sky. Where spiritual energy had once filled Mount Hua, now evil energy surged.
At this horrific sight, Sage Hyeon-cheon’s body trembled. Hwang Yeol’s large fist was buried in his abdomen.
“Kuh!”
“Hehe! No need to feel too wronged, fool.”
Hwang Yeol grinned.
His entire body also had considerable wounds. Chunks of flesh had been blown from his shoulder, and his thigh had deep wounds. Still, Hwang Yeol laughed.
Taking down Mount Hua Sect’s leader with just these minor wounds was a profitable trade.
“You!”
Sage Hyeon-cheon reached out to grab Hwang Yeol. But with no strength in his hands, he could only flail at the air.
Hwang Yeol pulled his hand from Sage Hyeon-cheon’s abdomen. An enormous amount of blood flowed out and Sage Hyeon-cheon’s body staggered.
“Fool! You must not die yet.”
Hwang Yeol grabbed Sage Hyeon-cheon’s neck and walked. Sage Hyeon-cheon was dragged along like a puppet with cut strings.
“Kuh!”
Pain-filled groans flowed from Sage Hyeon-cheon’s mouth.
Where Hwang Yeol dragged Sage Hyeon-cheon was under a large tree with a good view of Mount Hua.
“Watch carefully from here, fool. Watch your precious Mount Hua that you tried so hard to protect crumble.”
“Argh!”
Sage Hyeon-cheon’s scream pierced the sky.
Hwang Yeol stabbed Sage Hyeon-cheon’s shoulder with a picked-up long sword. The long sword pierced through the muscles of Sage Hyeon-cheon’s left shoulder and into the tree. Hwang Yeol also stabbed a sword through his right shoulder.
With swords through both shoulders, Sage Hyeon-cheon couldn’t fall and had to stand pinned to the tree.
He wept. Tears of blood flowed from his torn eyes.
Mount Hua Sect was crumbling.
His heart was crumbling.
Everything Sage Hyeon-cheon had built over his lifetime was turning to ash and disappearing.
“N-no!”
His desperate cry echoed across Mount Hua.
Rage rising to his head, Sage Hyeon-cheon vomited blood and dropped his head. That was the end of Sage Hyeon-cheon, who had lived his entire life for Mount Hua’s revival.
Sage Hyeon-cheon’s death broke even the last morale of Mount Hua Sect disciples. Having lost their leader before their eyes, Mount Hua Sect warriors fell without much resistance.
The same was true for warriors who had taken refuge at Mount Hua.
The Demon Cult forces led by Sang Han-cheon were truly terrifying, brutally trampling all resistance.
Sang Han-cheon’s brow furrowed.
Cho Yeon-woon was still standing.
Even with severe injuries from two swords piercing his chest and abdomen, even with his entire body covered in blood, he stood straight.
But his left leg was missing. It had been cleanly cut off at the knee. Still, he didn’t fall, using the Banner of Hundred Battles as support.
“Senior!”
“Sob!”
Tears of blood flowed from the eyes of Hundred Battle Sect warriors watching Cho Yeon-woon.
Even with such fatal wounds that he could die at any moment, Cho Yeon-woon endured and stood.
The focus had disappeared from Cho Yeon-woon’s eyes.
“Heh! I am Cho Yeon-woon. As long as the Banner of Hundred Battles exists, I will never fall.”
Right now, Cho Yeon-woon was standing purely through superhuman will. His appearance standing with a body at its limit created great waves in the hearts of not just allies but even enemy Demon Cult warriors.
Sang Han-cheon’s eye corners trembled.
He knew better than anyone how much influence a single warrior could have.
“Huff! Huff! Come at me.”
Cho Yeon-woon muttered with his head down. He probably didn’t even know what he was saying now.
Cho Yeon-woon was on the brink of death. Yet no one could attack him further. Even the Demon Cult warriors were overwhelmed by Cho Yeon-woon’s fighting spirit.
The Phantom Demon Squad who had been attacking Cho Yeon-woon emotionlessly now just looked at each other.
Though raised as killing machines of the Demon Cult, they too were warriors. Though they had to kill their humanity out of necessity, that didn’t mean they had no emotions.
“…”
A terrible silence dominated the area.
Dan Ho-sang, who had fought equally with Cho Yeon-woon just moments ago, turned his back. Because he was ashamed.
Sang Han-cheon didn’t like this atmosphere.
It was a perfect victory for the Demon Cult. He didn’t want Cho Yeon-woon to ruin such an atmosphere.
He gave orders to the Phantom Demon Squad warrior pointing his sword at Cho Yeon-woon.
“I don’t want to hear any more such nonsense. End his breathing.”
At Sang Han-cheon’s order, the hesitating Phantom Demon Squad moved.
“Senior!”
“No!”
The Hundred Battles Sect warriors tried to reach Cho Yeon-woon somehow. But they couldn’t move an inch, blocked by Demon Cult warriors.
Even as the Phantom Demon Squad approached within arm’s reach, Cho Yeon-woon didn’t notice and kept muttering.
“Come at me…”
The Phantom Demon Squad swung their swords at his neck.
Slash!
At that moment, Cho Yeon-woon’s body collapsed, and the Phantom Demon Squad’s swords missed his head and only cut the Banner of Hundred Battles in two.
The split banner fluttered down onto Cho Yeon-woon’s body. Just as the Phantom Demon Squad warrior was about to stab down his sword at Cho Yeon-woon.
Boom!
An intense energy wave swept across Mount Hua.
The Phantom Demon Squad warrior about to stab down his sword froze.
Thud!
When they first heard that sound, everyone thought it was their imagination. But when strong vibrations from the ground traveled up through their feet and ominously stimulated their hearts, they realized it wasn’t imagination.
The Phantom Demon Squad warrior turned around while still holding his sword.
Swish!
At that moment, a strange small sound rang out.
The sound was so soft it could barely be heard without straining one’s ears. Yet everyone heard such a quiet sound.
The surviving Mount Hua Sect warriors looked at each other. They were asking each other if what they heard wasn’t just an auditory hallucination.
It was the same for the Demon Cult warriors.
Thud!
At that moment, another large vibration was felt.
Swish!
Following was the quiet sound.
Now people realized the sounds they heard weren’t imagination or hallucination.
Thud! Swish!
The completely mismatched off-beat sounds continued to ring out. And grew louder and louder.
As the sounds grew louder, people’s hearts beat more violently. Even then, people didn’t know why their hearts were beating so wildly.
Thud! Swish! Thud! Swish!
The sounds grew even louder, and people’s gazes focused on the direction the sounds came from.
The fierce fighting that had been occurring stopped, and silence fell. What broke the silence were the ominously ringing off-beat sounds.
People’s eyes widened. The ominous sounds forced them to focus.
Not just those with low martial arts, but even warriors who prided themselves on reaching mastery couldn’t take their eyes off where the sounds were coming from. The owner of the sounds was forcing everyone to focus on him.
‘What is this?’
This was true even for Sang Han-cheon.
He was clenching his fist. His nails dug into his palm drawing blood, but he was so focused on the ominously ringing sounds that he couldn’t feel it.
Just as he gritted his teeth.
Thud!
With an especially strong vibration, he finally revealed himself.
He was red.
Red head, red body, red arms and legs.
He took a step.
Thud! Swish!
He walked, strongly stamping the ground with his right foot and dragging his left foot. With each step, the red covering his body flowed down.
Drip! Drip!
Red blood drops falling to the ground one by one.
Only then did people realize that the red covering his body was fresh blood.
With his steps came the pungent smell of blood that rushed into their noses.
“Ugh!”
“Kuh!”
Warriors trained enough to have strong stomachs retched. It wasn’t just because of the blood smell. Their bodies were reacting involuntarily the moment they sensed him as a person.
He walked like that, fixing everyone’s gaze on himself. His unbalanced shoulders showed he was lame.
There were many warriors in the world, but only one warrior had such striking characteristics.
“It’s Fist Demon.”
“It’s Senior Uncle.”
The surviving heroes and Mount Hua Sect warriors began to stir.
One drop of water was enough to create ripples on still water. Similarly, many words weren’t needed to move people’s hearts.
The word “Fist Demon” was enough.
Fist Demon Dam-ho was walking.
His gaze was fixed on only one place.
Where the Banner of Hundred Battles had been cut. Right where Cho Yeon-woon had fallen.
Hot steam rose from his body. The sweat and blood soaking his entire body were evaporating from his body heat.
He had run from Hell Gorge to here without resting for a moment. The red blood soaking his body was from the Blood Dark Squad.
The Blood Dark Squad had persistently clung to Dam-ho’s ankles. They had thrown their bodies to attack Dam-ho, and troubled him until the very last one.
He had broken through all that resistance and interference to come here. Dam-ho just hoped he wasn’t too late.
“Stop, Fist Demon!”
Someone blocked Dam-ho’s path.
He was a Demon Cult master named Mo Yong Sang-mun. He pointed his precious weapon, the Square Heaven Flower Halberd, at Dam-ho.
“This is as far as you go. How dare you to our sect…”
Bang!
At that moment, Mo Yong Sang-mun flew away as bloody pulp.
Thud!
Mo Yong Sang-mun fell to the ground, crushed beyond recognition.
Everyone’s eyes widened.
Though many were watching, no one could clearly see how Mo Yong Sang-mun had died. They just saw a flash of white, then with a boom Mo Yong Sang-mun’s breath was cut off.
Dam-ho was still walking. His calm appearance didn’t look at all like someone who had just taken Mo Yong Sang-mun’s life.
The Demon Cult masters became enraged.
“How dare you!”
“Stop!”
Two masters jumped out. They were among the strongest of the Demon Cult masters who had climbed Mount Hua today.
Bang!
But with a boom they flew back without saying a word.
Their chests and faces were caved in beyond recognition. It was a horrific sight like they had been crushed by a giant battering ram.
“Kuh!”
They trembled then died.
The scene was quiet.
Though many people were watching, no one could open their mouths. Dam-ho’s overwhelming presence made it so.
Everyone could only swallow dry saliva and couldn’t move easily.
Moving meant death.
Dam-ho had shown that fact with actions.
“Yeon-woon.”
Finally, Dam-ho arrived before Cho Yeon-woon.
Cho Yeon-woon’s upper body was hidden by the split Banner of Hundred Battles. When Dam-ho knelt on one knee and lightly lifted the banner, Cho Yeon-woon’s blood-covered face was revealed.
Unfocused eyes, slightly parted lips, complexion without any blood, and two swords piercing his chest and abdomen and his left leg brutally cut off.
“Yeon…woon.”
Dam-ho called Cho Yeon-woon again. But Cho Yeon-woon didn’t answer.
A suffocating silence continued. Everyone watched holding their breath.
Dam-ho looked down at Cho Yeon-woon.
Even in that state, Cho Yeon-woon was still gripping the Banner of Hundred Battles.
What he had tried so hard to protect.
The will he had tried so hard to protect.
Dam-ho grabbed the torn Banner of Hundred Battles. The banner slipped from Cho Yeon-woon’s hand.
At that moment, as if by magic, Cho Yeon-woon’s eyes blinked.
Focus slowly returned to his eyes. Dam-ho silently watched this sight.
“Dam…ho?”
Recognizing Dam-ho, Cho Yeon-woon struggled to raise his body. But he couldn’t get up because of the sword piercing his abdomen and his left leg cut off below the knee. Only then did Cho Yeon-woon realize his leg had been cut off.
Cho Yeon-woon looked up at Dam-ho.
Tears were flowing down his face.
“The Banner… of Hundred Battles is broken. I couldn’t protect it.”
He paid no mind to the pain of losing his leg. The value contained in the Banner of Hundred Battles was more precious than his own body.
That was the kind of man Cho Yeon-woon was.
Dam-ho shook his head.
“You did not break,”
Rip!
Dam-ho tore the Banner of Hundred Battles stained with Cho Yeon-woon’s blood lengthwise. Then wrapped it around his arms and fists.
“I will carry on your will with you, friend.”