Chapter 247: The Time of Resurrection (3)
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“……Keureureuk.”
Blood foam boiled from Azure Tiger’s mouth.
His appearance, having suffered bruises, stab wounds, lacerations, as well as burns all over his body, was too terrible to bear looking at. It was almost to the point where standing with his two feet on the ground itself looked like a miracle.
It was an amazing fighting spirit, but unfortunately, the opponent had no compassion to highly regard that fighting spirit.
“Die now.”
Murong Jun swung his sleeve randomly.
Peeeeeeong!
Azure Tiger vomited blood once again and rolled on the ground.
A formless palm force, it was a move of the Distant Strike Palm. With this strike, Azure Tiger’s insides would have been ruined to an irreversible extent.
“You’re a persistent guy.”
Murong Jun turned his head.
There was Mad Dog kneeling there. He was looking up at Murong Jun with clenched teeth, but it seemed hard for him to stand up no matter what.
“D- Dog bas…….”
Slash.
Mad Dog’s neck fell off as it was.
Murong Jun’s cheeks twitched.
“Bug-like bastards.”
They were owners of quite impressive martial arts. No, in the Unorthodox, this level could truly be said to be amazing.
But even so, they are trash of the Unorthodox. To think he consumed this much time on such guys, his pride was hurt.
‘I still have a long way to go too.’
After cultivating the Thunder God Art and the Heartless Heaven Thunder Style, it was the first proper real combat he fought.
As expected, the learning of the Thunder God was strong. His enlightenment realizing that destructive martial art also seemed to have no particular lack.
However, there was a certain difference between enlightenment and actually realizing martial arts.
Even if one has much knowledge, if one cannot utilize it, it’s just useless. That was the same for martial arts as well.
‘It’s actually good. I also found parts to supplement.’
At that time, Azure Tiger wriggled once again.
Annoyance arose on Murong Jun’s face.
“Collapse now.”
“Cough! Ugh!”
“It’s not a sword blade raised to cut the bodies of mongrels like you. I wish no more dirty blood would stain my precious sword.”
Kwaang!
Azure Tiger, who struck the ground with his fist, roared fiercely.
“Murong Jun!!”
Puuuuuck!
Azure Tiger’s eyes opened wide as if they would tear.
Murong Jun, who approached as if folding space, had driven his sword into his neck at some point.
“Who are you calling carelessly with your lowly snout.”
“Keuk!”
Azure Tiger, who had been trembling, hung down limply. He finally died.
But Murong Jun’s anger was still the same. Rather, as the blood flowing down the sword blade stained the back of his hand, his vicious nature increased exponentially.
“Dirty.”
Pabababababak!
A terrifying fast sword split Azure Tiger’s body dozens of times.
Jureureureureuk.
The finely chopped pieces of Azure Tiger’s corpse scattered here and there on the ground.
“Hmph!”
Murong Jun, who shook off his sword, snorted.
“Consider it an honor. The glory of being chopped into pieces by my sword is a special privilege not anyone can enjoy.”
It was an extremely arrogant remark.
Murong Jun, who sheathed his sword, looked to the west.
Waaaaaa.
The fight over there hadn’t ended yet. Furthermore, as if they were moving further west while fighting, the sound was much farther away than a moment ago.
“……Useless bastards.”
They can’t even finish off a few combat units of an organization that hasn’t even been established for long.
Really, it’s full of guys he doesn’t like. Even the clan’s troops deployed in the west were warriors selected to block the retreat route. It means they were people with skills in their own right.
“When this matter is over, I will completely overturn the family.”
Even so, he couldn’t leave the remaining combat power as it is.
Murong Jun clicked his tongue and kicked the ground. No, he tried to kick it.
‘……?!’
Murong Jun’s expression changed abruptly.
‘……What is it?’
Pajijik.
It felt like the Thunder Qi that rose from his dantian soared to his head in a single breath.
Oooong! Ooooooong!
He didn’t even emit the energy voluntarily, but it flowed out on its own.
It was as if the Thunder God Art itself got scared. At the same time, it seemed like it was trying to surround his whole body somehow to protect its master.
‘What on earth……?’
An incredibly ominous aura was approaching from the far south.
The problem was the size of that aura.
‘How can this be.’
Murong Jun’s eyes widened.
‘Such power?!’
Hwaaaaak.
There was a hot wind pushing away the cold air of late autumn.
It was truly like lava itself. Even though he was so far away that he couldn’t be seen in sight, the pressure exuding was truly tremendous.
Furthermore, it wasn’t that countless masters were moving together. Because the energy wasn’t scattering wildly, nor was it clumping together into one to form a military spirit.
It’s one person.
This absolute energy, the overwhelming energy to the point where even the Murong Jun of the world couldn’t dare to take a step, was being exuded by just one person.
And in Hunan Province, there was only one person who could emit such a massive power in all directions.
“……Yang Cheon?”
Huk!
The hot wind that had heated up fully soon cooled down chillingly.
‘…….’
A streak of cold sweat flowed down the back of Murong Jun’s neck.
A moment later.
Buaaaaaang!
It felt like the atmosphere was tearing apart.
Finally, that massive energy was moving.
But its speed was as fast as lightning. It moved so fast that even at this far distance, one could hear the air screaming.
It was the sprint of an absolute ruler who finally set foot in the world.
Run away? Such a thing had no meaning. If they were a hundred li away, maybe, but since the opponent had already caught the energy of this side, running away from this distance had no meaning.
He was such a person.
The power of the masters belonging to the Saintly Heaven Thirteen Seats boasting the strongest reputation in the Jianghu, those called the absolute rulers of the Murim, was that great.
Kwakwakwakwang!
What kind of movement technique, with how great a power, and in what way was he operating and unfolding it.
The abandoned houses leaving only planks were smashed recklessly. The sprint of the monster that even broke through the speed of sound was emitting formless shockwaves and shaking the heaven and earth.
And finally.
Pajijijijijik!
The Thunder Qi protecting Murong Jun’s body was pushed back as if crumbling due to the intense shockwave.
Crack.
Murong Jun was the same. His two feet created furrows over a zhang long on the ground.
‘Damn it!’
His joints ached.
If he hadn’t raised the Thunder God Art to the maximum, if any part was going to break, it would have definitely broken.
‘He didn’t even launch an attack, and just by moving with all his might, he produced this much power…….’
Murong Jun, who calmed his tension with a deep breath, kept his eyes on the front.
‘He’ was there.
“Are you the Murong Clan Head?”
Hearing the low-pitched tone, it felt like his auditory nerves were twisting wildly.
Just listening to the voice made it hard to keep his balance. Faced with the power of an absolute ruler burning with anger, the maximum power emitted by the strongest invincible person of the Unorthodox, Murong Jun desperately drew up his internal energy.
“As expected.”
Yang Cheon looked around with an expressionless face.
His gaze lingered in turn on the pieces of Azure Tiger’s corpse scattered into dozens of pieces, the corpse of Mad Dog with its neck blown off, and the corpse of Water Dragon whose entire upper body had flown off.
A faint smile lingered around Yang Cheon’s mouth.
“I didn’t think you would have obtained that level of martial power. You are truly amazing. Instead of sending three of the Twelve Earthly Branches, it would have been better if I sent Rat or Ox, one of the two.”
It probably meant that the martial arts of those two people were on a different dimension even among the Twelve Earthly Branches.
This too was high-class information if it could be called high-class information. Since he willingly threw such information, it was a truly thankful thing for the opponent.
However, Murong Jun couldn’t pay attention to Yang Cheon’s words.
‘Really.’
He felt like laughter would come out for some reason.
‘They said every single one of the Saintly Heaven masters was no different from an immortal, but this makes the word monster pale in comparison.’
Murong Jun smiled.
Yang Cheon’s eyes flashed.
“……Right, I see that you have amazing guts. I have never seen anyone smile like that in front of me.”
Murong Jun, who was looking at Yang Cheon with a smile, took a restrained fist-and-palm salute.
“I am Murong Jun, the head of the Murong Clan. I greet Senior Combat King Yang.”
Smiling wasn’t everything.
Brrrrr.
Murong Jun’s body was trembling faintly.
It wasn’t because he was scared. He was genuinely moved by the opponent’s power, by the power of the Saintly Heaven Thirteen Seats.
‘Hmm.’
The corners of Yang Cheon’s mouth rose.
‘This is a more interesting guy than I thought.’
Murong Jun lifted his head.
A smile still lingered on his face.
Yang Cheon shook his head.
“I know you are not an ordinary person, but do not smile anymore. My mood is not very good.”
“Is that so?”
“The reason I haven’t used my hands without asking questions is because my reason is still soothing my anger. However, it wouldn’t be a loss for me even if I started by peeling off your face skin.”
Unmanageable violence was felt in the calm voice.
He was sincere. If he made a slight mistake, Yang Cheon would genuinely try to peel off Murong Jun’s face skin.
Naturally, that action would take place in a split second. Murong Jun wouldn’t be able to block or dodge that hand.
Murong Jun stopped smiling.
“I excuse my rudeness. I did not intend to anger you, Senior.”
“You come out quite submissively.”
“I am not a stupid guy to put forward my pride in front of the Combat King.”
Yang Cheon’s eyes shone.
‘What a strange guy.’
He is confident.
That confidence, in a sense, was similar to that of the Department Head of Information.
However, the difference was that the Department Head of Information rather scolded and taught him, while Murong Jun confidently bowed his head.
‘Department Head of Information.’
Yang Cheon lifted his head.
The dark night sky, his two eyes stung at the brightly shining full moon.
Yang Cheon closed his eyes.
“Explain.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why did you bomb the entrance of the headquarters, whether the meaning is to seek a decisive battle or the mistake of a childish moron begging for some attention, and…….”
Flash!
Yang Cheon’s eyes opened again.
Even though they weren’t facing each other, Murong Jun felt a chill in his chest. The two eyes of Yang Cheon looking up at the sky were fiercer and more vicious than the eyes of any beast in the world.
“Why did you kill the Department Head of Information.”
The endlessly spreading anger seemed to swallow even the darkness.
Pssssssh.
The piece of Azure Tiger’s flesh located not far from Yang Cheon turned into powder and scattered as it was. The corpse of Mad Dog and the corpse of Water Dragon were the same.
He didn’t emit internal energy deliberately, but merely revealing his vicious nature turned external objects into powder.
‘A real monster.’
Murong Jun inwardly clicked his tongue at Yang Cheon’s disaster-like power.
‘Is this really a power that a human can handle.’
Cultivating the Thunder God Art and the Heartless Heaven Thunder Style, he was confident that he could soon reach the realm of the Saintly Heaven Thirteen Seats.
He was wrong. If he was wrong, he was completely wrong.
The Saintly Heaven Thirteen Seats was not a realm one could reach just by learning stronger and more mysterious martial arts. Those who were fundamentally different from other martial artists were the Saintly Heaven Thirteen Seats.
‘That’s why I want to reach it even more.’
At that time, Yang Cheon opened his mouth again.
“Let me say this clearly, you had better fold any thoughts of telling clumsy lies or playing tricks early on. Although it feels like my chest will burst with anger, I am not foolish enough to be unable to distinguish truth from lies.”
Yang Cheon lowered his head and made eye contact with Murong Jun.
Flash! Flash!
Eye light several times more threatening than the Thunder Qi of Murong Jun, who had learned the Thunder God Art, poured down like a waterfall.
“Tell me. Why did you kill my subordinate?”
“Before that, let me also ask one thing.”
“……?”
“Why did the Combat King of the world ask to see me? Tell me that first.”