Monochrome Sovereign (Novel) - Chapter 145 - Evil-Annihilating Army (5)
Chapter 145 – Evil-Annihilating Army (5)
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Translated by Heavenly Cat
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Puh-eok!
Yeon Ho-jeong, who killed the last Yin Death Room follower at close range with an axe strike chopped down like splitting firewood, turned his head.
Clank! Clank!
The iron chains surrounding the burly upper body broke into pieces and fell to the ground.
Hee-hee-hing!
The horse let out a rough cry as if anxious. It was terrified by the ominous aura flowing out from the body of the human it was carrying.
It was then.
The man swung his large fist.
Puh-eok!
The horse with its head smashed folded its legs as if slumping down. The man stepped down to the ground with a natural movement.
“Hwook.”
The man, who let out a rough breath once, blankly stared forward. When killing the horse he had no hesitation, but now he looked like a doll without ego again.
He was a bizarre person.
While exuding an ominous momentum that could not be described in words, the light in his eyes was dim. At first glance, he even looked like an idiot.
Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes deepened.
‘What is that bastard?’
Until he moved, his presence was extremely insignificant. However, after breaking the iron chains, he is exuding a powerful momentum that yields to no expert.
‘He’s strong.’
After returning, the strongest person among the enemies he had faced was precisely Myeong Cheon.
However, Myeong Cheon was learning a deformed Vermilion Bird Art. His realm could easily be compared to his father, but in front of Yeon Ho-jeong’s martial arts, which was the ultimate counter of counters, he had no choice but to suffer helplessly.
Moreover, in the first place, the Vermilion Bird Qi had ruined his Upper Dantian, so he was not in a condition to show his true skills. It was the reason Myeong Cheon lost to Yeon Ho-jeong.
Excluding Myeong Cheon, Mong Ui could be cited as the most memorable expert. Although he caught him in an instant through a joint attack with Muk Bi, with his skills at the time, Mong Ui was an expert whose victory or defeat could not be guaranteed in a one-on-one frontal match.
That man, at least judging only from the aura felt, was a stronger person than even Mong Ui.
‘At least one move higher.’
At that time, Ah-gwang shouted.
“Pyeong-san! As your master, I command you! Kill all those bastards!”
Hwook!
As soon as the words ended, the giant man called Pyeong-san appeared in front of Yeon Ho-jeong.
Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes flashed.
‘Tremendous speed!’
Boom!
Pyeong-san’s fist smashed the ground.
Lightning-like movement, ignorant fist arts. If Yeon Ho-jeong had not retreated three steps in time, his left shoulder would have been shattered into pieces.
Ah-gwang’s eyes widened.
“Take care of that bastard later! Kill those dregs of the Nine Sects first!”
Paaang!
Pyeong-san charged at Yeon Ho-jeong again.
Surprisingly, he did not follow Ah-gwang’s command. His dim two eyes were only chasing Yeon Ho-jeong.
“T-That bastard!”
A flustered Ah-gwang.
On the other hand, Yeon Ho-jeong was inwardly relieved.
‘It’s rather better.’
If an expert of this level deliberately aimed for the rising stars, it would be troublesome for this side as well. He wouldn’t let anyone die, but he might accidentally lose the leader of this group.
That meant.
‘One on one. I just need to break down this bastard.’
The derived answer instantly led Yeon Ho-jeong’s body.
Flash! Puh-eok!
Pyeong-san’s body shook roughly.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who pushed him away with a High-Air Kick, charged like a squall and struck out with the Reverse Dragon Palm.
Du-wu-ung!
It was the flow of ‘Push’ pushing away, not a strike. Pyeong-san’s giant body floated up and flew backward.
‘Good.’
The fighting zone that had reached even the rising stars became further away. Now he could probably use all his strength.
Boom!
A white gust of wind blew in along with a powerful stomping step as if shaking Mount Tai.
Finally taking out the Four Gods Martial Arts, the Sovereign Tiger’s Nine Thunderclaps of the White Tiger Art was deployed.
Bwoooong!
The Crazy Dragon Axe splitting the air aimed for Pyeong-san’s upper body like a tiger’s front paw.
Madness lingered in Pyeong-san’s two eyes.
Jjeo-jeo-jeo-jeo-jeong!
He faced the terrifying seven consecutive strikes with both fists.
Paaaaak!
Faint bloodstains spread on Pyeong-san’s two fists. He could not deflect all of the Crazy Dragon Axe’s radical offensive.
However, just that was sufficiently surprising.
Yeon Ho-jeong’s internal energy, skills, plus the Crazy Dragon Axe which had no lack in hearing the sound of a Divine Weapon.
To strike away attacks that would blow away an ordinary expert within five exchanges with bare fists was no ordinary feat. An internal power transcending imagination was concentrated in those two fists.
The martial arts of the two people clashed head-on.
Jjeo-jeo-jeong! Kwa-reu-reu-reung!
Over the resonant sound bursting out when iron and iron clatter, a roar close to the sound of thunder was added.
It was an extremely combat-oriented fight that allowed no evasion or counterattack whatsoever. It was a life-and-death struggle of strength versus strength strictly focused on smashing the opponent.
Pu-hwaak!
Pyeong-san’s forearms cracked open and were dyed with blood. His skin could not withstand the fierce pressure of the White Tiger Qi.
Chwaaaak!
Both sleeves of Yeon Ho-jeong were also torn to shreds. His both arms revealed outside the torn sleeves were also covered in blood like Pyeong-san.
It was a collision between monstrous strengths where it was hard to distinguish superiority and inferiority. It was difficult to decide the match with a contest of strength.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was constantly pouring out fierce attacks riding the momentum of the Sovereign Tiger, soon whirled his body.
Pa-ba-ba-bak!
He switches from martial arts of strength to martial arts of speed. At the kick techniques that whipped his thighs, flanks, forearms, and shoulders, Pyeong-san’s attacks faltered.
‘An opening!’
It was an opening created by exquisite linked techniques. Yeon Ho-jeong did not miss that opening.
Hwook!
Yeon Ho-jeong digging into Pyeong-san’s bosom in an instant.
Even though it was a position difficult to swing the axe, the fighting spirit he exuded was the same. Pyeong-san instinctively raised his knee and struck.
It was then.
The white wind transformed into the tortoise shell of black and blue.
Kwang!
At the tremendous repulsive force, Pyeong-san’s posture collapsed so easily it felt futile. Absolute defense, the North Heaven Twelve Walls of the Black Tortoise Qi.
Is it an immediate transition from offense to defense?
It was not so.
Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!
The shape of the tortoise shell gradually became clear over the upper body of Yeon Ho-jeong, who was advancing while taking the terrifying stomping steps of the White Tiger’s Sovereign Step.
Surprisingly, he pulls up the Black Tortoise Qi to the extreme and advances. He is executing an attack not with the White Tiger Art or Vermilion Bird Art, but with the defensive Black Tortoise Art.
Pyeong-san’s face became darkly dyed with the black and blue light.
Kwaaang!
Pyeong-san’s body flew lightly and smashed into the ground.
“Pu-hwaak!”
He vomited a large amount of fresh blood from his nose and mouth. He suffered severe internal injuries from the tremendous repulsive force of the North Heaven Twelve Walls.
‘Good.’
Perfect defense can soon become an invincible attack.
Since it is excessively heavy, it cannot be executed easily, but if used opportunely, it can exert this level of power.
‘This is a sufficient result.’
As time passes, the speed of martial arts transition becomes faster, and his body becomes trained enough to handle that speed.
His martial prowess, having refined his martial arts for two months before coming to the Murim Alliance, had grown to this level at some point.
That was not the end.
Hwa-reu-reu-reuk!
From Yeon Ho-jeong’s two eyes, which had been dyed with the darkness of the North Black, a sun-like killing intent poured out.
“Keu-aaaak!”
Pyeong-san, who got up vomiting blood, rushed at Yeon Ho-jeong again. He was executing the martial arts of strength and fist arts of destruction once again.
Hwook!
A bewildered look appeared in Pyeong-san’s eyes. It was because Yeon Ho-jeong, who had been right in front of his eyes, disappeared.
Where did he go?
Flash!
Yeon Ho-jeong, who took Pyeong-san’s rear with Blood Wing Sweeping Heavens, the fastest footwork of the Four Gods Martial Arts.
A red internal energy as hot as a flame spewed out from the swung Crazy Dragon Axe.
Puh-buh-buh-buh-beok!
A speed invisible to the eye.
The appearance of Yeon Ho-jeong, who had lowered his posture and raised the Crazy Dragon Axe high at some point, was the posture of a Vermilion Bird with folded wings itself.
Ju-reu-reuk.
Red fine lines were drawn here and there on Pyeong-san’s body.
After a while.
Pu-hwaaak!
Pyeong-san, whose entire body was separated into twelve pieces, met his death.
Seu-reuk.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who corrected his posture, took a deep breath.
‘It went in properly.’
The ruler of the South Heaven, the absolute killing art of the Vermilion Bird.
It was the moment the Red Flame Six Killing Arts of the Vermilion Bird following the White Tiger’s Sovereign Tiger’s Nine Thunderclaps and the Black Tortoise’s North Heaven Twelve Walls was implemented in a perfect form.
‘However.’
A strange look lingered on Yeon Ho-jeong’s face looking down at Pyeong-san’s fragmented corpse.
‘This bastard, did he receive teachings from that person?’
One of the Saintly Heaven Thirteen Seats.
The martial arts routine of the Combat King Yang Cheon, the only one among the immortal emperors who belonged to the Black Path Unorthodox factions, was briefly seen.
‘…It shouldn’t matter right now.’
The person he clashed with until the end when creating Dark Emperor Castle in the past was precisely Yang Cheon.
The moment he killed Yang Cheon and established Dark Emperor Castle, Yeon Ho-jeong was acknowledged by all people as the Grandmaster of the Unorthodox Path.
‘He is a person I will inevitably clash with in the process of rallying the Unorthodox Path anyway. Now is not the time to pay attention to him.’
Yeon Ho-jeong looked back at Ah-gwang.
Ah-gwang’s two eyes were dyed with terrible fear.
“M-Monster-like bastard!”
He was already a bastard who overwhelmed him even before fighting Pyeong-san. But looking at it now, it seemed he hadn’t even revealed all of his true skills back then.
Yeon Ho-jeong’s martial arts, who pulled out his true body and true strength, had no lack even if he received the evaluation that he had already achieved a family of his own.
Yeon Ho-jeong pointed the Crazy Dragon Axe at Ah-gwang.
Startled, Ah-gwang retreated a couple of steps backward.
“I should slowly bring this to an end.”
Paaak!
Ah-gwang rushed toward the entrance of the valley without even looking back. It was hard to get over because numerous rocks were piled up, but more than that, fighting against Yeon Ho-jeong was even harder.
Sang-yo also followed Ah-gwang’s back. Continuing the engagement any further was meaningless. He had to preserve his life at least.
Yeon Ho-jeong spoke in a calm voice.
“Muk Bi.”
Tiiiiing! Puh-peok!
Two arrows that flew grazing past the left and right of Yeon Ho-jeong’s face accurately pierced the backs of Ah-gwang’s and Sang-yo’s heads.
The battle was over.
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“Phew, it’s exhausting.”
Yeon Ho-jeong, who put down the Crazy Dragon Axe and sat on the bare ground, looked at the rising stars.
Their faces were stained with indescribable shock.
It was understandable. They were those who had trained in martial arts for a long time as members of the Nine Great Sects, the pillars of the Orthodox Path Murim. Since they couldn’t even use three tenths of their proud martial studies in actual combat, the shock was understandable.
Moreover, the nearly fifty of them were protected by only two people, Yeon Ho-jeong and Muk Bi.
The wounds they received in their hearts were greater than the wounds they received from the enemy.
“It’s quite brutal, right? This thing called real combat.”
It wasn’t just at the level of being brutal. The swords of the enemy followers rushing at them regardless of the reason were fear itself. It was to the extent that it was difficult to properly pull out even a single martial arts move ingrained in their bodies.
“I am sorry for not telling you beforehand. However, I want you to know this one thing. I didn’t think you guys would suffer so helplessly to that extent.”
It was a remark that stimulated their pride.
However, why was it? They couldn’t even get angry at those words. That much, the shock and heartbreak they suffered were great.
Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes became cold.
“Shall I tell you one surprising fact?”
“…”
“This archer, my friend called Muk Bi, also hasn’t experienced real combat for that long. However, this girl used more than eight tenths of her skills in real combat.”
Muk Bi’s martial arts were definitely strong.
However, they realized that in real combat, one’s mindset is more important than the level of martial arts.
Even if one reached the realm of Number One Under Heaven, they could die if they were flustered. Sword fights in the Jianghu do not yield three moves or stop the sword in front of one’s neck.
That is precisely real combat. Only by killing the opponent before I die can I live.
In other words, they owed Yeon Ho-jeong a debt of life. Even if it was a life-and-death struggle Yeon Ho-jeong had forcefully created.
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was looking at the rising stars with distinct black and white eyes, opened his mouth.
“If you are with me, things like this will happen countless times. Because from now on, I plan to pick out and hit only the vicious bastards among the Unorthodox Path groups.”
“…!”
“As I said, I have the authority of life and death over you to cook you as I please. And my authority of life and death is protected by the Alliance Law of the Murim Alliance.”
“…”
“In other words, from the moment you followed me, you are my subordinates. However…”
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.
“It is quite troublesome if you are a riffraff who can’t even properly swing a sword against greenhorns like that. So I will give you a final opportunity.”
“…”
“I will count to ten. Those who do not leave before then will clean up the Unorthodox Path Murim with me after this time.”
An evil smile appeared on Yeon Ho-jeong’s face.
“One, two, ten.”
“…?”
“Oho? There’s no one? Because you are definitely from the Nine Sects, you all have firmness.”
Yun-ho said as if it was absurd.
“N-No, you said you would count to ten? Do you go straight to ten from two?”
“It’s my mind, you punk. Don’t talk back.”
“T-This.”
A flustered Yun-ho. Yeon Ho-jeong with a mischievous face.
The rising stars chuckled without realizing it. Perhaps because the atmosphere was so serious, the air softened even at a small joke.
As the serious atmosphere softened somewhat, Yeon Ho-jeong said in a serious voice.
“Since you’ve come anyway, throw away the reasons and let’s fight properly. As the captain, I will at least make sure you don’t die embarrassingly.”
Song Yeon-gyeong smiled and asked.
“You’re not guaranteeing our survival?”
“It is a life walking on the edge of a blade. How can I know when and what will happen? I don’t want to make a promise I can’t keep.”
Yeon Ho-jeong got up from his seat.
In the eyes of the rising stars, Yeon Ho-jeong no longer looked like the eldest son of the Yeon Clan.
Yeo-guk asked as if tossing it out.
“What is the name?”
“What name?”
“I mean our mobile unit.”
A tone more polite than before, and the expression ‘our’.
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled and said.
“Evil-Annihilating Army. We are the Evil-Annihilating Army.”