Chapter 254: The Giants of the Martial World
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PAAAAAAAAAAA-!
A wave of sound that swept across the front.
OONGOONGOONG- DEUDEUDEUDEUDEU-!
Simultaneously, as the atmosphere and ground shook terrifyingly, fresh blood burst forth.
PEOK, PEOPEOK, PEOPEOK, PEOK…!
Demon practitioners fell in a row as their heads were shattered.
No less than several dozen died instantly.
To the skill called Lion’s Roar, which belongs to the ultimate realm of sound techniques – which displayed tremendous power.
Six Directional Transmitted Voice and Thousand Li Sound Transmission couldn’t even compare to this outstanding sound art.
The trembling echoes spread and became faint.
Meanwhile, terror spread among the Sun Moon Demon Cult members.
It is said that Lion’s Roar is extremely difficult to learn from the start, and depending on the martial level of the master who has comprehended it, a maximum-power roar could burst the heads of hundreds of people.
However.
Dharma Master Won-gong’s Lion’s Roar was a wondrous function of a different dimension.
He didn’t just release a single burst of exclamation, but also clearly delivered words.
In the midst of that, the original power of Lion’s Roar was preserved.
He even meticulously controlled the sound waves so that nearby allies wouldn’t be affected.
It was truly a great achievement.
A skill that bestowed feelings of reverence.
The enemy once again keenly felt it.
The formidable presence of the Abbot who shouldered the tremendous weight of Shaolin Temple’s thousand-year history and tradition.
Due to Dharma Master Won-gong’s overwhelming majesty, the orthodox-unorthodox camp’s morale was boosted.
“WAAAAA!”
“Strike!”
“Here we go again!”
“Here, this way!”
“CHAHAAAAT!”
Thus the brave and fierce shouts and spirit cries of the gathered heroes erupted at once, and the current of victory surged fiercely.
A fight unfolding with ever fiercer momentum.
Weapons clashing without rest, screams that wouldn’t cease, and fresh blood scattering chaotically while spreading its smell… This place couldn’t simply be summarized by the expression ‘scene of carnage.’
Is there even a word that can accurately describe the atmosphere of this endlessly fierce battlefield?
The bloody struggle at the crossroads of death and life was heavy and hot.
Each person’s fighting spirit, tenacity, and battle spirit combined and swirled, charging toward the destination of victory.
For each person, there was no going back.
Also.
They didn’t look back.
They simply moved forward without thinking about such things at all.
You and I alike, trying to decorate the end of this fight with victory while discarding precious blood and lives.
There were no spectators here.
Only survivors and the fallen would exist.
The tide of battle had already turned.
Like a rushing tide, the orthodox-unorthodox camp fiercely pressed forward while the Sun Moon Demon Cult retreated like an ebbing tide, back and back.
Within the broken balance of power, cracks were forming.
Deep and large, and fast.
On one side of the chaotic battlefield.
PUUUUUUWOONG!
A piercing sound arose as if a typhoon had been compressed and swept through.
An enormous blade had rapidly traversed the space.
Massive blade energy released by the blade swept over the demon practitioner ahead.
It was a majestic energy.
As if a giant rock-like fish was swimming forward with its mouth wide open.
KWAKWAKWANG-!
Befitting the blade force, heavy explosive sound knocked on the ears.
“EUUK!”
The demon practitioner who uttered a single cry retreated, his body swaying.
HUDUDUDUK…
Blood dripped and stained the ground.
He had been cut near the left shoulder.
The demon practitioner’s identity was Third Elite, the third rank among the Sun Moon Eighteen Elite.
At that moment, the person who had executed the blade technique laughed while releasing a murderous look.
“HUHUT! Did I look easy?”
A man in his fifties wearing gray martial attire.
CHEOCHEOK!
Third Elite quickly steadied his body’s balance and stood, glaring sharply at the opponent.
The clothes embroidered with the legendary giant fish called Kun and the blade boasting an enormous size, plus the fierce impression resembling a fierce tiger.
A figure that took one’s breath away just from simply looking.
‘Damn it! Even the rear ambush failed…! The reputation is not empty!’
The fiftyish man who had just executed the blade technique was none other than Tai Saber Kun Yuk Geum-gang, one of the Six Extreme of Hubei and the Sect Leader of the Giant Roc Saber Gate.
KWANG!
Having advanced by shattering the ground, Yuk Geum-gang drew his giant blade straight down.
The wind sound and pressure shooting out were terrifying.
Startled, Third Elite gave up responding and moved his form to the side.
PAPAK-
Just as he evaded the blade force with nimble movement.
SHWUUUUUUUK-!
Suddenly a fierce wind arose from behind.
OH NO!
Just as his heart sank, a rapidly approaching spear pierced through his torso.
KKWADEUDEUK- PUHAAK!
With a chilling sound, Third Elite burst a fountain of blood.
THUMP.
He lay face down on the ground like paper soaked in water.
The owner of the surprise spear attack was Jade Qilin Yeo Yong-jeo, the current Fortress Master of Golden Spear Fortress and one of the Six Extreme Stars of Hubei.
Yuk Geum-gang, looking at him, twisted his expression slightly.
“Why do you butt in? I was about to handle it.”
“HOOT, what are you saying? Isn’t this a battlefield?”
No sooner had Yeo Yong-jeo finished speaking than he fluttered his blue robe and moved to another place.
At that, Yuk Geum-gang shouted as he followed.
“Impudent fellow! I’ll show you I can achieve greater merit than you!”
In a place not far from him.
PEOPEONG…!
In the space where a smoke bomb had exploded, yellowish lightning flashed.
UREURUNG- KWAKWANG!
Sword energy accompanied by lightning.
It was the Lightning God Thunder Cry Sword technique, executed by Thunder Cloud Sword Duke, one of the Five Supreme Martial Experts of Hunan Province.
Immediately after, over ten Sun Moon Demon Cult members died, their entire bodies blackened, uttering their final screams.
UEURUNG, UREURUNG, URUNG- KKWAAANG, KKWANG, KKWAANG-!
Before the sword technique that Wei Ji-am unleashed in succession, another enemy died.
“EUU…!”
“B-back!”
Groups with deathly pale complexions hurriedly distanced themselves backward.
At that moment, Wei Ji-am shouted.
“Cut off their retreat!”
Simultaneously, countless presences rushed in from beyond the black smoke.
It was the Lightning Elite Sword Squad, the pride of the Thunder Lightning Sect.
The Sun Moon Demon Cult group that had been pulling out in fear ultimately spewed blood at their sword strikes.
“KKEUK!”
“AAAAAK!”
In another corner, Wudang Sect’s Sect Leader Ten Ultimate Martial Saint Immortal Muhyeon and the Mount Heng Sect’s Sect Leader White Cloud Sword Duke Taoist Cheon Mu were battling the Sun Moon Demon Cult leadership.
The Fifth Apostle and Sixth Apostle of the Eight Great Apostles.
Taoist Muhyeon’s swordsmanship appeared to move sluggishly, but contained infinite variations.
The Fifth Apostle’s hand movements became disordered due to that flow.
‘This is the Wudang Sect’s sword essence… How troublesome!’
What Taoist Muhyeon was currently deploying was the Wudang Sect’s supreme sword art.
Supreme Ultimate Wisdom Sword.
A skill that has forms but moves as if formless.
Perfect defense was impossible unless one was a powerhouse of equal level.
The profound path of the sword drawing various lines and circles.
In the end.
CHWAHAAT!
A cut was carved into the Fifth Apostle’s left arm.
“EUUK!”
A burning pain that aggravated his nerves.
But befitting a powerful master of the cult’s leadership, the Fifth Apostle retreated while evading follow-up sword techniques.
SASAS.
Having stepped into position, Taoist Muhyeon compressed the gap again, swinging his right-hand sword.
The trajectory was slow but the energy was fast.
The true value of the Supreme Ultimate Wisdom Sword.
Such intangible changes disrupted energy sensing.
JJEOJEONG-!
The Fifth Apostle’s form shook greatly as he barely blocked.
His internal energy and blood vibrated.
Power that approached extremely softly then suddenly struck fiercely.
Admiration arose amid the agony.
‘Truly impressive!’
The martial prowess of a supreme Master who competed for the top of the Six Extreme of Hubei.
The Supreme Ultimate Wisdom Sword was a continuously flowing river.
A continuous harmony of lines and circles.
He couldn’t tell at what point the forms transitioned.
Taoist Muhyeon’s sword tip approached softly again.
Just as the Fifth Apostle read the path with difficulty and evaded.
‘Could it be a feint?’
The sword technique was a deception.
He had detected that the grazing power was weaker than before.
Sure enough.
Taoist Muhyeon’s left palm moved cunningly, pressing close to the center of his chest.
That was the real aim.
TAK- PEOBEOBEONG!
As the palm touched, a dull explosive sound erupted and the Fifth Apostle’s form flew fiercely backward.
Wudang Cotton Palm.
It was the Wudang Sect’s greatest palm technique, famous for displaying destructive power contrary to its drifting palm force.
KUNG!
The Fifth Apostle, who had slammed into the ground, spewed fresh blood profusely.
From just a single palm attack, he had suffered serious internal injury.
It’s as if he had been struck by a powerful technique of the Supreme Ultimate Wisdom Sword.
It couldn’t be helped.
Wasn’t Taoist Muhyeon’s alias Ten Ultimate Martial Saint?
That meant he had completely mastered ten types of ultimate techniques including sword arts, palm arts, fist arts, finger arts, body arts, footwork arts, leg arts, and mystical arts at the supreme level.
In other words, his achievement in the Wudang Cotton Palm was no less than his mastery of the Supreme Ultimate Wisdom Sword.
Empowered by the Sect Leader’s performance, the Wudang Sect party also each displayed their martial prowess, toppling enemies one after another.
Of course, there were casualties, but the Sun Moon Demon Cult’s damage was greater.
Above all, the performance of the Supreme Ultimate Sword Formation, the elite swordsman Squad, stood out.
Meanwhile,
“KKEUHAAK!”
The Sixth Apostle, having uttered a scream, died from a death point in the middle dantian as it was pierced.
It was precisely the outstanding skill of White Cloud Sword Duke Taoist Cheon Mu.
To be precise, it was an ultimate technique of Red Sunset Sword Art, the sword essence representing the Mount Heng Sect.
Taoist Cheon Mu’s sword moved again.
CHEUT, CHYUCHEUT, CHEUT!
Sword energy like the red sunset extended along the trajectory.
“UGH!”
“KEOHHEOK!”
“KKEUKKEUK!”
With screams, the Sun Moon Demon Cult members fell here and there.
Taoist Cheon Mu’s sword, having raised momentum, showed no mercy.
Other places were the same.
Black Silken Sword Sovereign Wei Ta-gong, the Hubei region’s supreme unorthodox master and the Heaven-Shaking Sword Palace Master, and Blue Robe Sword Noble Do Yun, one of the Five Supreme Martial Experts of Hunan Province and the Manor Master of the Broken Mountain Sword Manor, displayed fierce performances, and the Beggar Sect, led by senior elder Northern Dipper Beggar Woo Yong, was also annihilating enemies.
Yet, in another place.
PEOPEOPEOPONG!
The forms of over ten Sun Moon Demon Cult members who had been fiercely attacking someone exploded and tore apart.
It was because they had collided with the intangible barrier surrounding the target’s body.
Protective Force Qi Technique.
Not just protecting the body, but a truly lofty method that even manifests the wondrous function of fully deflecting the opponent’s power.
The executor was Ju Yu-gang, the current Country Magistrate of Wuyang, concealed with a mask to hide his identity.
Enemies rushed in again.
Movement targeting both the front and back of Ju Yu-gang simultaneously.
At that moment.
KWANG!
As Ju Yu-gang stomped forward, a vast intangible force was released.
KKWAKWAKWANG…!
Enemies swept away by it vanished without a trace.
Before he knew it, having spun his form around, he thrust out his right hand and a flying sword shot out.
PING-!
It was the Sword-Controlling Technique.
Thus the enemies who had been targeting from behind were pierced through and fell one by one.
It was an offense accomplished in an instant.
Having retrieved his sword, Ju Yu-gang utilized even stronger internal power.
KKUDEUDEUDEUK… KKWAJIJIJIK…!
The ground he stood on split and burst like a giant spider web.
It demonstrated the formidable internal power he possesses.
Soon several dozen people charged fiercely toward his front.
‘With your blood, I shall comfort the souls of the sacrificed common people!’
Having shouted inwardly, Ju Yu-gang extended his hand.
PIIIIING-!
The sword that left his hand flew like a ray of light, emitting grand whirlwind energy as it erased everything.
KKWAKWAKWAKWAKWAKWAKWANG!
Not even powder remained.
Only crimson blood was scattered.
The orthodox-unorthodox martial artists who happened to see it momentarily wore dazed looks.
Astounding.
Martial power rivaling the Five Supreme Martial Experts of Hunan Province and Six Extreme Stars of Hubei.
No, perhaps even more…
Who on earth are you?