Chapter 290: Chapter 290
The momentary strike occurred like lightning.
Hwawol contained an intense momentum as if to split the world in half, and was drawn down from the sky.
Hwawol’s unique red light flickered.
A high speed that seemed to have its intermediate process cut off.
The sword aura of internal energy quietly sprouting within it was forged to an indescribable sharpness.
The moment the straightly drawn down Hwawol touched Nong-jil’s crown, the Baihui acupoint.
Whoosh!
Something pale moved.
It was a smoking pipe.
As soon as Nong-jil felt the sharpness right behind her back, she reacted reflexively.
An action carried out unconsciously.
Her slender fingers holding the smoking pipe moved, drawing a curve.
It was an elegant and soft hand gesture like silk fluttering in the wind.
It was like the dance movements of a dancer.
Evil Heaven Absolute Art, Heaven Shattering Dark Soul.
It was a suddenly executed strike.
A mere martial artist would have collapsed without even being able to properly load their internal energy.
However.
Nong-jil was on a different trajectory from the general martial artists spread throughout Jianghu.
Having reached the supreme realm known as the Heavenly Martial Realm, she naturally loaded her movements with internal force and unleashed its momentum.
Her thoughts had turned into martial arts.
A dull dark aura permeated the smoking pipe swimming in the air, solidifying it.
It was evil, and death.
The shockwave of energy that only the Evil Heaven Absolute Art could contain fluttered in the air.
Soon after, the smoking pipe tightly wrapped in evil energy met Hwawol, and.
Claaang!
A tremendous shockwave stretched out in all directions.
Nong-jil let out a groan.
The sense of weight felt from the hand holding the smoking pipe was indescribable.
It meant that the opponent’s internal energy was that outstanding.
As the confrontation lengthened, the soles of her feet gradually dug into the ground.
Rrrk!
Eventually, due to the clash of the two internal forces, the dirt floor around three zhang where she stood caved in.
‘… A battle of internal force is tricky.’
Her pupils slit vertically.
Momentarily revealing pupils like a sinister snake, she relaxed her strength on the smoking pipe confronting Hwawol, then leaned her upper body largely backward.
It was a shape as if lying backward as it was.
Following that, Nong-jil stretched her two hands above her head, touched the ground, and rotated her body once.
It was a flexible and fast bodily movement.
She immediately escaped from the area, and because of that, Hwawol, losing its target, directly struck the ground.
Booo-oom!
Dust rose along with an explosion sound.
‘Oh, look at this?’
Cheon-hwi’s eyes narrowed.
Hwawol was embedded in the caved-in ground.
It was while leaving a deep sword mark.
It was then.
“It’s different from what I knew.”
A voice was heard beyond the dust.
Confusion and killing intent, madness, wariness.
It was a voice mixed with all kinds of intertwined emotions to the point it couldn’t be explained with words.
“Was there such a strong Supreme Sword in Mount Hua? I heard from the past that Mount Hua’s sword arts were centered on Illusion Swords and Transformation Swords…”
At the same time as those words ended, a wind whipped up and completely cleared the dust.
Nong-jil was standing ten zhang away.
The leisure that had been there until just before had disappeared from her face holding the smoking pipe.
There was only a stiffly hardened expression.
Hwiii…
A wave of energy surged from her entire body.
It seemed that what drove away the dust just now was her energy.
A semi-transparent black energy swayed violently as if a raging wave was surging, and raised a fierce wind around it.
Her ashen hair, seemingly completely burned, floated softly in the air, and her palace dress, torn to the point its shape could no longer be recognized, fluttered in the surging wave of energy.
Within it, she half-opened her eyes.
Her vertically slit pupils contained Cheon-hwi lifting Hwawol.
It was an attitude of being wary and preparing to counterattack.
So that she could strike with all her might at any time, in any situation.
“Hmm, so it’s a martial art deployed in that way?”
At that moment, Cheon-hwi stepped forward.
It was an unhesitating step.
It was the area Nong-jil had spread out while opening a distance of ten zhang.
However, he stepped into it as if it was nothing special.
‘He’s just entering this?’
Nong-jil’s brow narrowed slightly.
It was inside the area where she could directly reach him if she extended her strike right now.
However, she could not move hastily.
It was because Cheon-hwi’s presence and momentum, seemingly walking over defenselessly, were overwhelming.
Step, step.
Every time he took a step, a formless energy blazed from his entire body, rising like a haze and distorting the space.
How long had he walked like that.
Tap.
Suddenly, Cheon-hwi stopped his steps.
Now, the distance between the two was three zhang.
But that distance was useless.
To the two who had reached the peerless realm, a distance of three zhang was no different from a close range where they could take a life at any time.
Looking at each other in that state, the two did not move.
They just quietly stared at each other.
The gazes of the two intertwined as if coiling up.
Cheon-hwi was calm as if it was nothing even when facing Nong-jil’s long torn snake-like pupils.
Then at some point.
Swiish!
He suddenly swung Hwawol.
The sword strike unleashed without even a starting stance shot to Nong-jil’s chest in a single breath.
But Nong-jil, who was already raising her entire nerves to the extreme and preparing, took off her left foot straight away as soon as the sword was swung.
At the same time, she rotated with her right foot as the center.
Along with that, she rapidly swung the smoking pipe embracing the energy of the Evil Heaven Absolute Art.
It was a counterattack adding rotational force.
Clang!
The sword strike, struck hard on its side, bounced and flew sideways, and shattered the mountain gate of the Subduing Tiger Temple which was precariously standing.
Although his sword strike bounced off, Cheon-hwi showed no sign of being surprised or flustered.
He was merely staring at Nong-jil calmly as before.
As if it was nothing.
‘What are you going to do from now on?’
A ray of light burst from Cheon-hwi’s eyes.
Having done this much, she should have also realized.
That if she didn’t unleash her martial arts to the extreme right now, she had no chance of winning.
As if proving Cheon-hwi’s thoughts right, she heavily stomped the ground while loading internal energy just as she was rotating.
Thud!
It was the first time she had moved first.
The internal force exploded beneath her feet, and a fierce strong wind surged in all directions.
And.
Whoosh!
Her upper body enlarged in a single moment.
Nong-jil had closed the distance and stuck close.
Her face completely filled Cheon-hwi’s field of vision.
A dense veil over her mouth fluttered beneath her bewitchingly flashing pupils.
Wooooong…
And the sound of the air vibrating was heard beneath it.
An intense evil energy was surging in her right hand, which had made a fist at some point.
That fist was shot out while crushing the surrounding atmosphere.
It was a fiercely swung fist.
The single fist containing a terrifying suction force reached Cheon-hwi’s close range at once.
At that moment.
Swoosh…
Cheon-hwi abruptly raised his left hand.
Internal force surged from the center of his palm.
A heavy formless energy stayed in the center of Cheon-hwi’s palm, causing a ripple.
It was a calm yet fierce wave.
Soon, the formless energy causing the ripple clustered one by one on the five fingers.
And immediately after.
Fwoosh!
The hand spread out five flower petals.
Plum Blossom Clear Heart Palm.
The second form of the Plum Blossom Palm Art was deployed.
Claaang!
A heavy shockwave surged.
As the shockwave arose from the palm that deployed the Plum Blossom Clear Heart Palm, the sleeve hem swelled largely momentarily.
His hair fluttered in its aftermath.
Cheon-hwi saw Nong-jil bursting with a sinister eye light through her ashen hair.
‘It’s an interesting reaction.’
For a moment, Cheon-hwi’s mouth twisted.
Due to the shock of clashing, her eyes were bloodshot, but her eye shape was largely curved.
It was an eye smile completely filled with joy.
At the same time, her figure blurred and distorted, appearing at Cheon-hwi’s flank.
Evil Illusion Footwork.
Among the many footwork arts of the Evil Emperor Palace, it was one that could be counted on one hand in terms of speed.
Whoosh…
Standing at Cheon-hwi’s flank, she roughly swung the smoking pipe held in her hand.
A fierce strike loaded with evil energy.
But Cheon-hwi stared at it with indifferent eyes, then immediately cast the Divine Movement Hundred Transformations.
Unfolding the bizarre and profound footwork that sought tens and hundreds of changes, he easily dodged the smoking pipe swung in front of his eyes.
After that, he struck Hwawol upwards.
It was a counterattack made a beat faster.
Nong-jil tilted her head backward.
She succeeded in narrowly dodging the swung Hwawol, but instead, the veil she was wearing over her mouth ended up cut in half.
Cheon-hwi, who was watching her, narrowed his eyes.
‘Did she wear the veil because of that?’
The lower half of the face hidden inside the veil was gruesome.
The lips and cheeks were crushed into an ugly state as if they had been subjected to strong pressure.
Even in the midst of that, Nong-jil moved.
She deployed the Evil Illusion Footwork and pressured Cheon-hwi using all kinds of absolute techniques of the Evil Heaven Absolute Art.
Sword arts and blade arts using the smoking pipe.
Fist and palm arts and kicking arts using hands and feet.
Each and every one of them was an outstanding martial art.
Such forms were unleashed in connection from all directions as if to capture Cheon-hwi.
Clang! Booom! Slash!
Cheon-hwi swung Hwawol while looking at her martial arts rushing in like crazy.
Hwawol, which occupied up, down, left, right, the four directions, and even the eight directions, was swung, tenaciously aiming at Nong-jil every time she moved.
Around thirty exchanges occurred in a split second.
The dirt in a radius of over forty zhang was overturned, and several holes were created in between.
Meanwhile, bloodstains increased on Nong-jil’s body.
The wounds starting from her arms had bloodstains horizontally engraved up to her legs and facial cheeks.
Every moment divided life and death.
Shockwaves continuously exploded and sharp attacks followed, drawing blood.
By the time they surpassed around fifty exchanges like that.
“Hahahahat!”
Suddenly, Nong-jil laughed loudly like crazy.
Her distorted mouth twisted, becoming a more ugly sight, but she did not stop bursting out with mad laughter.
‘Hm?’
Cheon-hwi narrowed his eyes.
Right now, Nong-jil was attempting some change.
‘Her disposition has changed.’
The atmosphere had definitely changed.
Her sinister pupils became turbid.
They were eyes harboring a dense whirlpool of madness.
Was that all?
Soon, the dull dark energy that was wrapping her gradually lightened, and then turned into an opaque ashen energy.
It was a profound internal force.
Cheon-hwi twitched his eyebrows.
He had recalled something from her appearance.
‘Qi deviation…?’
Tangled qi and blood and turbid eyes.
In addition to that, she was currently completely unable to control the internal force swaying around her. It perfectly matched the appearance of a martial artist who had just fallen into qi deviation.
At that moment, Nong-jil’s right hand opened.
Because of that, the smoking pipe held in her hand fell to the floor, making a ‘thud’ sound.
Fwoosh!
An opaque and somber energy was contained in the pure white and slender fingers, and then soared with a supreme momentum.
An astral qi of about one zhang soared on the five fingers spread wide open like a hawk’s claws.
‘Wait.’
Seeing that, Cheon-hwi narrowed his eyes.
Something was familiar.
The internal energy operation contained in the starting stance, the momentum.
At that moment.
Hwiii…
A faint wind arose.
At the moment when the wave of internal force emitted from her entire body turned into hundreds of streams of wind.
Thud!
She leaped.
Following the heavily stomped sole of her foot, the ground split open like a spiderweb with a crack.
Her ashen hair fluttered backward, and her eyes loaded with madness drew a long trajectory along the direction she moved.
It was a dash of tremendous speed.
At the same time, she raised her right hand.
The opaque energy soaring from each finger like a hawk’s claw slowly began to be dyed in astral qi, and then.
Slaaash!
Five astral qis shot out at once, completely tearing apart the air in an instant.
Shattered Soul Bloody Claw.
The absolute technique of the Unorthodox Faction and one of the Three Great Techniques of the Demonic Path.
The exclusive absolute technique of the Evil Blood Emperor, who had made Jianghu tremble in fear in the past, had appeared.