Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 164



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Episode 164. Gwangcheonma (3)

It was a set procedure. The affection between a master and a disciple. As a martial artist reaches a higher level and strengthens his own wall, the cracks and weaknesses created in that wall also become fatal.

It was a natural logic. Just as bad habits when learning martial arts can later lead to fatal death, even the current existence, which had been strictly building walls and trying to weigh things, had humans in the cave for decades.

The only sword that lost its strength due to the slight shaking was the first of the Shinjogu swords. However, the flesh of the Gwangcheonma that had squeezed through the gap eventually pierced Hyunjeon’s shoulder.

[Keeeeeeeeeek!]

Laughing madly. At the same time, the red area exploded again, destroying the remaining eight swords, and the green waves were completely disorganized.

Yongwoon stepped forward immediately. There was no need to hesitate. As he opened his eyes, a blue area visible only to him swallowed up the Gwangcheonma in front of him.

Gwangcheonma’s eyes immediately turned to Yongun, and a thick murderous aura tightened around Yongun’s neck. Ignoring him, he forcibly drew a purple line around Gwangcheonma’s neck and waved his hand.

The flames of karma burned more intensely than ever. As the energy of the river filled with the energy of the Parma was blocked by the Heavenly Demon Lord of the Gwangcheonma, Yongun also filled the energy of the Heavenly Demon within the river.

The two Heavenly Demon Lords spread out one with a roar and the other with a hand blade. Kwung! Realms collided. Realms that had been spread out through blood and realms that had been honed through martial arts.

[Kyaaaaah!]

The one who was pushed away was Gwangcheonma. The freed hand immediately touched Gwangcheonma’s neck and cut it.

A splitting headache struck Yongwoon’s head. It was a headache comparable to the one he had when he had destroyed the Red-Eyed Demon’s Samrajonbul. However, it was clear that Yongwoon’s hand had completely cut through his cervical vertebrae, cutting off all of Gwangcheonma’s energy.

It was a wound that had to be fatal. Even though the neck wasn’t completely cut off, if it was a monster, it should have died.

For a moment, the life in Gwangcheonma’s eyes disappeared. However, the pupils in the whites of his eyes began to shake again and he glared at Yongun.

The sight of the eyes on the dangling neck glaring at him was not an easy experience even for Yongwoon.

[Kyaaaaaaaah!]

I braced myself for an explosion of flesh. Or an explosion of beastly intangibles, or a magical energy, or the relentless attacks of the Heavenly Demon Lord.

What came out was a fist.

A fist that sounds like the fist of a child, not a fingernail-grabbing or an outburst of ignorant energy.

The child’s fist contained enough power to shatter mountains. It was only natural.

But the point where the fist was aimed was the knee, which was preparing to jump high, assuming some kind of wide-ranging explosion.

If he had bounced back and jumped up, his knees would have touched the fist and his lower body would have been blown away. Yongwoon, who was trying to dodge, stopped. Gwangcheonma was the same.

The fist was short. The reason was that the feet moved forward first and could not make way. Anyone who had learned even the third-rate, low-level martial arts of a human would know this, but Gwangcheonma did not know.

Even though the fist didn’t touch, the huge energy contained within it was poured out onto Yongwoon.

Only then did Yong-un, who had jumped high and avoided the strong wind, try to kick the neck of the still dangling Gwangcheonma, but its neck moved on its own and avoided it.

Gwangcheonma was the first to step back. Although his severed neck had not completely healed, it was visible to the naked eye that it was slowly healing.

Others were amazed at Yongwoon’s resilience and thought it was beyond human ability, but a true human being was different.

I shouldn’t have given it time. The reason I felt that way was because of the wound on my neck, and the aftereffects of the Baecheon Shingong that were still there.

It was because Gwangcheonma was trying to make a jockey’s form. Yongwoon couldn’t help but notice the progress he was making as he tilted his head and stepped forward here and there.

The invention of martial arts. Unhakseon is a swordsman who has reached the level of Cheonyeongi Gyeong.

Cheonma was a man-made disaster who created divine powers and magical energy that no one could surpass, even at a young age.

Strength surged from Yong-un’s entire body. Heavenly energy flowed into his head through Yong-un’s upper abdomen, and his prayers became clearer than anything else in the heavenly mountains.

The Gwangcheonma, who had been rolling his feet here and there, was startled and glared at Yongun. It was a warning from his instincts.

After performing the Sippal Sounsaenggong twice and receiving new energy from Cheonma, Yongun gained new abilities.

When the innate energy is triggered, it can be opened and closed at any time without stimulating the eight gates.

Now, the power of the Sounsaenggong that Yongun can unleash without consumption is Gu Hal.

The idea was that I could use my true powers whenever I wanted.

Kwaang! Only after Yongwoon burst the chest of Gwangcheonma did the sound follow. The powerful fist that pierced through Gwangcheonma’s body and completely erased the peak behind it was filled with the invisible energy of karma.

Sizzle – The horrible sound and smell of burning flesh emanated at the same time. Only then did Gwangcheonma’s eyes widen and he swung his arms wildly.

Another roar. Yongwoon pulled out his arm and grabbed the rider’s helmet, ripping Gwangcheonma’s chest to the side.

With Shaolin’s help, it was the best posture to display my martial arts. I was about to unleash my fist while displaying a technique that could flow through anything, whether it was the golden thread or the sword. The moment I did that, Gwangcheonma imitated the posture.

Same foot spacing, same fist placement. Similar beastly momentum.

Without any time to be surprised, the fists of both sides met. Kkwarung! With the sound of lightning striking, a huge explosion of energy occurred within.

The light flashed and Yongun’s new form was buried in the ground, and so was Gwangcheonma. It looked similar, but it wasn’t.

Blood flowed from Yongwoon’s hand. When Yongwoon, whose bones were slightly visible and whose reddened hand was covered in blood, got up, he saw the Gwangcheonma devouring the minions next to him.

At the last moment, the bastard intentionally twisted his fist to avoid full contact. The force was concentrated in one place, and the damage to each other’s bodies became more severe, but

In that twisted path, there were already two demons who had fainted from the Heavenly Demon Lords. And the Gwangcheonma was not a human who cared about the damage to his body.

The Gwangmyeongma’s right hand burst open, exposing the bones in his wrist, but the moment he ate the mine, a new hand was created from the bones.

He waved it around as if to show off. It seemed like it was meant to be provocative.

Yongwoon narrowed his eyes. He couldn’t use magic. Cheonma Gunrimbo was originally a martial art and a divine skill that showed the pressure of the heavenly demon, so it seemed like he could use it, but the other techniques of Cheonma Shingong didn’t come out of him.

It seemed like Yongwoon would personally use his magical powers, including the Demonic Spirit Three Swords, at that monstrous growth rate and would be offered up as such.

Time was running out, and it was difficult to read the muscles with Yong-un’s unique eyes. The red area in the medical world was a path derived by checking the movement of the muscles and bones along with the enemy’s life force and energy flow.

However, even if you only look at the outside of the bastard’s body, it is in an inhuman state. After checking it with my hands several times, I found that the inside of the body, including the blood flow and muscle fibers, seemed to be different from those of a normal human.

The purple area also didn’t get much use, perhaps because of the blood of the Heavenly Horse. The headache from the first use still hasn’t gone away.

But he couldn’t give them time. Even while maintaining this standoff, the bastard’s eyes were rolling around, learning Yongwoon’s gestures.

That’s why I tried to continue the offensive. As Yongwoon took a step forward,

The Gwangmyeong horse has retreated. Retreating?

The beast that had been rushing at me in a frenzy until now stepped back for the first time. It wasn’t running away. There was still a strong hostility and murderous intent in its eyes.

If so, then analyze it. Why? Because Yongwoon’s spirit and strength suddenly increased several times.

The moment he read it, a strategy was formed in Yongwoon’s head.

He kicked the ground. As expected, the bastard didn’t run away. As if trying to read Yongwoon’s speed, strength, and tactics, Gwangcheonma took a slight step back and put both hands forward to take a defensive stance.

It was to the point where I could almost laugh out loud. If I had extended my fist, I could clearly see that the power of my fist would have flowed into the air like a martial arts master.

But it wasn’t a fist. As Yongwoon approached me in an instant with ghostly steps, Gwangcheonma extended his fist.

Yongun’s stance was strong, and it could extend its fist while also containing another throwing technique.

The moment Gwangcheonma reflexively extended his arm to Yongun who was approaching,

Sa (巳).

Yongwoon’s two arms swung like snakes. Both hands opened their mouths. Gwangcheonma’s hands reached inside. Smoothly, like a sword being put into a scabbard – both hands slid and swallowed the arms.

The left hand grasps the lower arm. The five bent fingers of the left hand grasp all the veins and acupoints, and the index and middle fingers of the right hand are bent like snake fangs, and occupy the Cheoncheon (天泉) and Jungbu (中府) points.

No, I should have done it. But I could see it. There were more than fifteen acupuncture points on Gwangcheonma’s arm alone. The acupuncture points were also strange and bizarre, so there was no point in doing acupuncture.

So, he broke the arm and tore it off. Once again, the Gwangcheonma screamed and swung his remaining arm. Yongwoon narrowly avoided it and continued to rush at the Gwangcheonma.

He continued to spread the golden thread. He broke and tore at the joints. Then, two joints sprouted, and sometimes the joints disappeared completely. He broke and pulled out the arms, and broke and cut off the fingers repeatedly, and the Gwangcheonma retreated.

Every time he made a big leap, there was a mine behind him. While retreating, he searched for mines and consumed them as nutrients, and continued to extend new arms.

I didn’t know why the limbs became five and not six. It could be because both Cheonma and Unhakseon were human, or it could be a last resort.

However, Yongwoon continued to advance like a madman, destroying every part of Gwangcheonma’s body with his hands. He mixed his blood with the gold and silver.

Just blocking a few acupuncture points like a proper acupuncture point wouldn’t cause necrosis of the area or harden the entire body, but since the energy flowed through the acupuncture points, the bastard would struggle for a few moments because the energy flow was blocked.

Then, of course, the bastard counterattacked.

A golden thread like a dragon’s tail. Their hands were interlocked, but both hands were shaking back and forth, aiming for their enemy’s arms.

Thump, thump, thump – the small sound of the impact contained enough force to shatter even a skull, and as the impact continued, Yongwoon’s hands swelled and turned red.

It was an offensive that had its limits. Direct physical contact was disadvantageous for Yongwoon. As if he had just realized that, Yongwoon wrapped his hands in thick energy,

On purpose, Yongwoon mixed his true energy into it. It was a crazy act. The reason why he couldn’t use Sowoonsaenggong was because the true energy couldn’t leak out of his body.

However, Yongun, who was able to open and close the eight gates at will, mixed exactly one month’s worth of true energy into his strong energy.

Just that alone caused the karma’s energy to vibrate violently and gain twice the strength. Feeling the power, Gwangcheonma’s eyes widened.

[Keeeek!]

His eyes were filled with excitement and joy. His eyes were filled with confidence in victory, as if he knew why Yongwoon had suddenly become so strong.

The salt fields stretched out, and a huge plume of smoke rose with a loud noise.

It would have been correct to call it a blood mist. The burst blood mixed with the magic energy and turned into smoke, and the energy contained within blocked the exploration of the spirit realm.

As I cleared away the blood mist with the formless machine, I saw Gwangcheonma in the distance. His entire body, standing in one place and glaring at Yongun, his skin rippled like waves.

Thump, thump- thump. A terrible sound. I felt the bones in my body twisting and deforming, the explosion of yin and yang, the blood vessels that had been in disarray due to unconscious regeneration being organized.

Just as Yongun spread the Great Law and reorganized his blood vessels, he also reconstructed the inside of his body.

And. Kuuuuung!

Just by opening it, invisible waves were created and the surrounding space was distorted. The true energy of the Gwangcheon Demon. That terrifying true energy, which had taken countless lives and was dozens of times stronger than an ordinary human’s, was only then beginning to mix with the strong energy.

Yongwoon chuckled.

“So I’ve become the monster’s master?”

The energy awakened by Yongwoon could be the starting point for killing everyone if Gwangcheonma could survive here.

If you survive. Yongwoon kicked the ground. Gwiryeongbo. Once again, the ghost’s footsteps began, and Gwangcheonma read his footsteps.

Time must seem slow. Because it was the same for me. Yongwoon extended his right hand. Not a fist, but only the index finger, a point for acupuncture.

Chin! That wrist was caught. Like a master fighting a lowly person, the tip of Yongwoon’s index finger stopped right in front of Gwangcheonma’s chest.

As time passed slowly for Yongwoon, Gwangcheonma’s smile seemed to grow deeper. However, Yongwoon was also smiling.

Boom! The index finger couldn’t reach it. However, the chest of the Gwangcheonma was sunken as if it had been stabbed by a skewer.

Gwangmyeonma’s eyes widened. For a moment, he seemed unable to understand why this was happening.

He swung his fists with both formless and strong energy, as if showing off. However, he did not mix any of it with gold and blood.

As with assassins, the masters maintain a certain distance between themselves in a one-on-one life-or-death situation, and at the last moment, they increase the distance to the size of a little finger and, as if taking the enemy’s life, mix in the invisible technique on their index finger for the first time to score a point.

If you have experience, it is a trick that everyone in the Yihamcheonkyung martial arts world knows, unless you let your guard down. However, it has not even been a day since Gwangcheonma unleashed his power.

K, kruk – I see a panicked guy. The moment my hand touched the Gwangcheonma’s body began to tremble, and another massive convulsion began to occur.

Originally, it was a pointless acupuncture. However, the moment Gwangcheonma grabbed Yongun’s wrist, Yongun also ‘read’ all of Gwangcheonma’s acupuncture points in that short moment.

It was an amazing bloodline. He probably had no information or knowledge about bloodlines, but it was an extremely efficient bloodline that was optimized for the release of energy for martial arts, and it was a bloodline that focused solely on efficiency.

It was as expected. It was very similar to the bloodline that Yongun, or rather Ma-ui, had envisioned a long time ago.

But it was a bloodline that had been abandoned. Because it had been prepared for exactly this situation.

The blood vessels that were created only for power were no different from a pile of eggs.

“Goodbye.”

Just one acupuncture point.

The giant innate energy of the Gwangmyeong Demon began to swirl inside his body like a dam had broken.

[Keeeeeek!]

The energy that was originally about to explode like a wall bomb became even more frenzied inside the body along with the chaos of true energy.

Feeling it, Yongwoon tried to step back, but bang! For the first time, an awl extended from Gwangcheonma’s knee and pierced Yongwoon’s thigh.

“this…!”

I was startled, but Yongwoon’s body froze. I realized right away. That bastard had learned some kind of acupuncture technique that even Yongwoon couldn’t figure out.

As Yong-un’s body froze at the point where the blood in his thigh was pierced, Gwang-cheon-ma raised his hand and aimed for Yong-un’s neck even though his own body was on the verge of bursting.

That’s when darkness came.

[I’m sorry, but please hold on a little longer.]

Hyun-Jun whispered to Yong-Un.