Chapter 251 – Mount Hua Has Fist Demon (1)
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Dam-ho put a Life-Saving Poison Pill in Cho Yeon-woon’s mouth and stood up. The medicinal effects of the Life-Saving Poison Pill, carefully made by the Great Divine Doctor Jong, were truly remarkable, immediately bringing life back to Cho Yeon-woon’s face.
“Brother!”
Bang Jin-bo and Muk Il-gwang, who had quietly followed behind Dam-ho, quickly tended to Cho Yeon-woon’s wounds and stopped the bleeding. But no one in the scene paid attention to them.
Their gazes were all focused on Dam-ho alone. Dam-ho’s presence as a person made it so.
They wanted to look away but couldn’t. An ominous feeling that something terrible would happen the moment they took their eyes off Dam-ho dominated their entire bodies.
Though numerous warriors’ gazes were focused on him, Dam-ho didn’t even give them a glance as he looked around Mount Hua.
The spring Mount Hua he remembered was very beautiful. It was full of greenery, and plum blossoms blooming everywhere made people exclaim in admiration. Though he had been gone for over ten years, that sight was still vivid in his eyes. But the sight before his eyes now was completely different from his memories.
The lush forest had been brutally destroyed, and flames and smoke were rising everywhere. Blood spilled by many had stained Mount Hua red, and the smell of blood was overwhelming the spring plum blossom fragrance.
He had no attachment to Mount Hua. He had almost no good memories here. But his master was different. He had loved Mount Hua more than anyone.
The Mount Hua his master loved was being brutally trampled by the Demon Cult, and his only friend was lying in a sea of blood groaning. That fact made him angry.
Dam-ho’s eyes became desolate. At that moment, people nearby felt a chill and their bodies trembled.
That’s when Sang Han-cheon, who had been just watching Dam-ho until now, stepped forward.
“Are you Fist Demon?”
“…”
“I suppose you are. I heard you didn’t have much affection for Mount Hua, but I guess that’s not true.”
Sang Han-cheon’s eyes shone coldly.
Dam-ho’s entire body was bright red as if bathed in blood. It meant he had killed many to get here.
‘Even after sending Deung Cheon-so and Jin Hye-won, and even the Blood Dark Squad, they were all annihilated?’
Sang Han-cheon finally admitted he had been thinking of Dam-ho too lightly.
‘If they were annihilated even after sending two of the Seven Great Demon Masters and the Blood Dark Squad, this one’s martial power is equal to or greater than the Four Generals…’
Turbulence rose in Sang Han-cheon’s eyes.
The Four Generals were called the strongest warriors even in the Demon Cult. Considering that the Black and White Masters, who could be called the Cult Leader’s wings, rarely engaged in external activities, he essentially possessed martial power equal to the Demon Cult’s actual strongest force.
“I don’t know how Mount Hua produced a warrior like you. You’re too fierce for the Murim Alliance to embrace. So they can’t help but find you burdensome.”
Sang Han-cheon extended his hand. Dam-ho stared at that hand. A smile appeared on Sang Han-cheon’s lips.
“Mount Hua is too narrow for you to stay. As long as he exists, the Murim Alliance will never embrace you. Rather, join our sect. We’ll overlook all damage you’ve caused us until now, so spread your wings wide in our sect.”
His voice was very soft but strangely clear to the ears.
The moment they heard Sang Han-cheon’s voice, many thought Dam-ho would follow his words. There was no reason. They just had such a feeling.
Dam-ho stared at the hand Sang Han-cheon extended.
A smooth white hand without any calluses. Looking at just the hand, it could be mistaken for a lady’s delicate hand.
If he took Sang Han-cheon’s extended hand, all sorts of wealth and glory would follow. Everyone present knew this fact.
Just as everyone was swallowing dry saliva while looking back and forth between Dam-ho and Sang Han-cheon.
Bang!
Suddenly thunder rang out in the clear sky.
“Ugh!”
Sang Han-cheon was staggering backward. His neat hair was disheveled and flying, and blood had drained from his face.
Corpses had appeared before Sang Han-cheon’s eyes. They were Military Department warriors who always guarded him.
They had been carefully watching Dam-ho’s movements by Sang Han-cheon’s side. The moment Dam-ho moved, they had thrown their bodies to block in front of Sang Han-cheon.
Thanks to them, Sang Han-cheon barely saved his life, but the warriors who had thrown their bodies were rolling on the ground in horrible states.
“Madman!”
Sang Han-cheon trembled.
He had heard this was a madman who wouldn’t listen to any dialogue, but even he hadn’t expected an attack without warning.
Dam-ho’s attack didn’t end there.
Pat!
The Charging Step was unleashed.
At the end of the shortest distance between two points was Sang Han-cheon.
Dam-ho’s target was Sang Han-cheon’s head. His Fortress-Breaking Kick was unleashed toward his head.
A flash of fear appeared momentarily on Sang Han-cheon’s face. Other Military Department warriors rushed to save him but couldn’t be faster than Dam-ho.
Clang!
“Kuhk!”
A stifled groan flowed out.
Sang Han-cheon didn’t die. Because a white figure had suddenly blocked in front of him.
White hair, white eyebrows. Even his pupils and skin were white. He was a man who looked surreal because of it.
The man who blocked Dam-ho’s fist in place of Sang Han-cheon was Il-mong. Though he normally never appeared before people, he had broken his rule and revealed himself at Sang Han-cheon’s crisis.
Fresh blood appeared at Il-mong’s mouth. He had suffered internal injury from just one clash.
Screech!
At that moment, Dam-ho’s leg drew a strange arc then fell toward Il-mong’s head.
Bang!
“Kuhk!”
Il-mong flew back while vomiting blood. He had barely avoided his head but his shoulder was caught.
His left shoulder was dislocated and dangling.
“Madman!”
“Stop!”
Only then did the Demon Cult warriors come to their senses and charge at Dam-ho.
Bang!
Explosions continuously rang out. And Demon Cult warriors flew away as bloody pulp. Thanks to this, Il-mong gained a moment to catch his breath.
Il-mong quickly grabbed his dislocated shoulder and retreated to Sang Han-cheon’s side.
“Are you alright?”
“Thanks to you.”
Sang Han-cheon gritted his teeth.
Sang Han-cheon was famous for not showing emotions normally. But now his face clearly showed bewilderment and faint fear. It showed how shocked he was.
His heart was still pounding. Dam-ho’s attack had far exceeded his imagination.
“Dam…ho. We must kill him. No matter what sacrifice it takes.”
Though it was just for a moment, he had seen his death in Dam-ho’s fist.
Though Sang Han-cheon had spent his days in the Demon Cult where death and life intersected daily, he had never experienced such a perilous moment. So the psychological shock he felt was even greater.
Sang Han-cheon’s gaze turned to Hwang Yeol and Dan Ho-sang.
Except for Il-mong, they were the strongest among the warriors who had climbed Mount Hua. One was the Mad Demon Hall Master, and the other was one of the Seven Great Demon Masters.
The two who prided themselves on fearing nothing in the world now showed clear tension. That’s how shocking Dam-ho’s appearance had been.
Sang Han-cheon gave them orders.
“You must kill that one today. No matter what sacrifice it takes.”
The sacrifice he spoke of included Hwang Yeol and Dan Ho-sang. Knowing this fact, the two’s expressions hardened.
“Kuh! I thought it was too easy.”
“Mount Hua was a group of fools. To give up without accepting such a monster.”
The two muttered while walking to the battlefield.
A large empty space had formed around Dam-ho. Numerous corpses were scattered on the ground of the empty space. Over fifty corpses at a glance. They were Demon Cult warriors killed by Dam-ho in that short time.
A deep look of fear appeared on the Demon Cult warriors’ faces. Though they didn’t fear death for the Demon Cult, the sight before their eyes was too horrific.
Not one corpse killed by Dam-ho was intact. Corpses with burst chests or split heads leaking grayish brain matter made viewers’ hearts shudder.
Though death was equal for all, they didn’t want to die like that. Thus fear grew in everyone’s hearts.
On the other hand, Dam-ho was a ray of hope for the Mount Hua Sect warriors who had lost everything. Among them, the emotions felt by Mu-kyung, Mount Hua Sect’s head disciple, were especially profound.
“Cheon…kyung.”
It was Dam-ho whom he had abandoned in the Heavenly Forbidden Demon Prison.
Though he consoled himself that he had only sacrificed one to save other disciples, there was always a heavy stone sitting in his heart.
When Dam-ho was at Mount Hua, the reason Mu-kyung had taken care of Dam-ho better than anyone wasn’t just because he had a big heart. He felt sorry for Dam-ho who delved into martial arts despite being lame, and above all, by taking care of Dam-ho he could establish his dignity as Mount Hua Sect’s great disciple.
“Haha! While Mount Hua Sect’s great disciple is so powerless, that child I abandoned has become Mount Hua’s light.”
Mu-kyung staggered then suddenly vomited blood.
“Senior Brother!”
“Great Senior Brother!”
Woon-kyung who was nearby rushed over.
Woon-kyung quickly supported Mu-kyung and asked.
“Senior Brother, are you alr…”
Woon-kyung’s expression hardened as he checked Mu-kyung’s wounds. There was a hole the size of a child’s fist in Mu-kyung’s abdomen with intestines spilling out.
It was a severe injury that even the Great Taoist Immortal couldn’t heal. It was amazing he had stood until now with such severe injuries.
Mu-kyung looked up at Woon-kyung with difficulty.
“Jun…ior Brother.”
“Don’t speak. Your wounds will open. Just wait a moment. I’ll treat you right away.”
“Hehe! Who could survive with wounds like these?”
“Senior Brother?”
“Don’t try to save me. I know my wounds better than anyone.”
“Kuh!”
Tears welled in Woon-kyung’s eyes.
Though normally more cold-headed than anyone, before the sight of Mount Hua Sect’s horrible fall and Mu-kyung, he couldn’t help but shed tears.
Held in Woon-kyung’s arms, Mu-kyung continued weakly.
“Master has passed away, and most of the elders have lost their lives.”
Above all, the greatest loss was that Sage Hyeon-geom, Mount Hua’s greatest swordsman, had lost his life.
“Mount Hua has lost its core and strength. Even if we drive back the Demon Cult today, only the path of decline remains for Mount Hua. Woon-kyung.”
“Senior Brother?”
Mu-kyung gripped Woon-kyung’s hand tightly.
“Unite around Cheon-kyung. He alone is the one ray of light remaining for Mount Hua.”
“Kuh!”
Woon-kyung shed tears.
“I’m sorry. For placing such a heavy burden on you. Especially sorry to Cheon-kyung. To make such a request now…”
Mu-kyung reached out his hand.
Dam-ho was caught at his fingertips. Though he moved his fingers several times trying to touch him, Dam-ho couldn’t be touched.
“Cheon-kyung… Fist Demon… please… Mount Hua…”
“Senior Brother?”
Mu-kyung’s hand dropped with a thud. His breath had stopped.
Woon-kyung couldn’t fully grieve Mu-kyung’s death. The war wasn’t over yet.
Woon-kyung carefully laid down Mu-kyung’s body and stood up. Then he shouted.
“Disciples of Mount Hua!”
It was a lion’s roar shouted by drawing up even his depleted internal energy.
Mount Hua Sect disciples’ gazes focused on Woon-kyung.
“Great Senior Brother has passed away. The Sect Leader has passed away. And Senior Uncle Hyeon-geom has passed away. And numerous sect members have died. Now nothing remains for us. Nothing…”
“Sob!”
Blood rose in the eyes of the surviving Mount Hua Sect disciples.
“Are you afraid to die?”
“No!”
“Are you ashamed of fallen Mount Hua?”
“No!”
Even in the midst of fighting, Mount Hua Sect warriors answered at the top of their lungs. Their cries echoed across Mount Hua.
“I will fight to the end. Even if I have to give this one life, I will die killing the evil ones who invaded Mount Hua until the end.”
Woon-kyung walked.
Where he headed, Dam-ho was. Mount Hua Sect disciples followed Woon-kyung as if drawn by a magnet.
Woon-kyung stood behind Dam-ho. Mount Hua Sect disciples stood behind him.
Though covered in wounds and battered all over, their appearance with eyes full of venom lit a fire in the hearts of the heroes who had almost given up.
At the center was Dam-ho.