Chapter 362: The Authority of the Strong (4)
First Martial General Beon Jak.
The head of the Divine Cult’s Eighteen Martial Generals and the strongest Martial General in both name and reality, and because he possessed martial arts on a different dimension from other Martial Generals, he was called the Divine General by the Martial Generals.
In fact, even though he was over sixty years old, the realm he achieved was so high that he only looked to be in his mid-forties. Although he hadn’t reached the realm of No-Polarity, he was a strong person who couldn’t be said to be walking the same realm just by breaking through the Wall of the Martial Arts´ End.
Furthermore, as the leader of the Eighteen Martial Generals, experts who took the vanguard of the Divine Cult, he lacked nothing to be called a Great General of a nation. In other words, Beon Jak was the best vanguard general the Divine Fire Cult could confidently put forward in any war.
In such Beon Jak’s eyes, the face of a young expert swinging a giant axe was seen.
Coldly sunken eyes, an expert of the Central Plains conveying terrible anger and goosebump-inducing intimidation despite an expressionless face.
“Annoying.”
Towards the falling axe blade, Beon Jak thrust his fist.
Kwa-ang!
Yeon Ho-jeong vomited blood and flew backward.
He blew away the strength of the Tiger General of Green Mountain, the weight of the Crazy Dragon Axe, and the offensive power of the White Tiger Art with a single fist. Even after doing so, his face was full of composure as if he received no impact.
However, his eyes harbored a peculiar light.
‘It didn’t properly go in?’
The fist power did not properly penetrate the opponent. It meant that while bouncing off, he had shed almost all the power that was like an active volcano.
‘Even though I struck down with all my strength, he dispersed the fist power at the moment of impact?’
He was an interesting guy.
Even though the capability he possessed was far below his own, he played such a trick. Beyond actual combat experience, his sense regarding martial arts itself was amazing.
It was then.
“Ho-jeong!”
Pa-ah-ah-ak!
Yeon Wi, Tang Kwan, and Muk Bi ran to Yeon Ho-jeong’s side.
A moment ago, everyone was pushed back by the immense internal force release Beon Jak burst out. Immediately, Beon Jak moved a long distance and struck Murong Jun away, and at the same time, Yeon Ho-jeong chased Beon Jak to feed him a strike.
“Are you alright?”
“Twae! I am fine.”
Yeon Ho-jeong, who wiped the blood on his mouth and stood up, glared at Beon Jak.
Beon Jak spoke as if he found it interesting.
“You are outstanding experts. It seems it has been quite a long time since I’ve seen a sight where such strong people are gathered together.”
Puseuseuseuseu!
The flames soaring from all directions had somewhat quieted down before they knew it.
Hihihihihing!
The crying sounds of countless horses.
The allied Demon Sweeping and Evil Destroying forces, who finished off all the Divine Fire Cult soldiers, were slowly forming formations and gathering here.
It was finally the start of the last battle. Those qualified to end this fight had all gathered.
On the Divine Fire Cult’s side, Beon Jak and Heavenly Dipper.
On the Murim Alliance’s side, the three Clan Heads of the Six Families, the commanders of the mobile units, and over five hundred and fifty experts.
They glared at each other and their will to battle burned fiercely. It was a moment where the end of the long fight was not far away.
Beon Jak said to the Heavenly Dipper.
“You couldn’t handle the work properly.”
“I-I apologize.”
“Tsk, it was my misjudgment thinking someone of your level would be enough. I won’t question your sin separately.”
“…Thank you.”
Beon Jak looked around again.
“This place was breached this much… Interesting. Could it be that all the Martial Generals scattered in Henan were done in?”
At that time, Tang Kwan opened his mouth.
“Then did you think we arrived here while leaving them alive.”
Beon Jak looked back at Tang Kwan.
The blue eyes unique to Westerners deepened like a bottomless pit.
“It’s poison qi. I know that the only ones harboring such poison qi in the Central Plains are experts of the Sichuan Tang Clan.”
“You saw well. I am precisely Tang Kwan, the master of the Sichuan Tang Clan.”
He spoke confidently, but Tang Kwan was internally surprised.
The Guiding Reversing Triple Yang Returning to Origin Formula perfectly hid the poison qi within the body. Didn’t Yo-roe also not know he was a figure from the Tang Clan until he emitted the poison qi?
Yet Beon Jak saw through it at once. Although his pride was hurt, he couldn’t help but acknowledge that he was an expert on a different level.
Beon Jak smiled.
His two eyes were incredibly cold but only the corners of his mouth went up. It was an eerie smile.
“Not bad. Truly not bad. Looking at the faces, it seems everyone came from the Murim Alliance, but were you already aware of our existence?”
Yeon Wi opened his mouth.
“Surrender.”
“Um?”
“We fully recognize your strength. However, there is nowhere left to escape.”
Beon Jak chuckled.
“If we surrender? You’ll spare our lives?”
“That is right.”
“A fascinating recommendation. Do you have such authority?”
“I do not. However, I think I can at least guarantee your lives right now.”
“It means even if we don’t die right now, we could die if dragged away.”
“That is right.”
“You are honest.”
“I do not like lies. Even if I spout lies, I don’t think you would believe them.”
Beon Jak, who had been quietly looking at Yeon Wi, asked as if throwing out a word.
“I want to know your name.”
“I am Yeon Wi, the Clan Head of the Green Mountain Yeon Clan of Jiangdong.”
“Judge Sword Yeon Wi! Indeed, your character is as fine as the reputation heard. You show minimal courtesy even to an enemy… A great hero I’d like to share a cup of wine with despite being an enemy.”
“So, your answer?”
Beon Jak shook his head.
“I will not surrender.”
“That is regrettable.”
“I too find it regrettable. To think you could catch me with this level of military force, I was looked down upon quite a bit.”
It was words where fearsome confidence could be felt.
Tang Kwan’s lips twitched.
“Shall we test it out then?”
“There’s nothing to test. Since you gathered to catch us in the first place, shouldn’t sword strikes naturally go back and forth?”
“Arrogant bastard!”
It was then.
Flash! Kwa-ang!
A streak of lightning-like sword qi struck Beon Jak.
Puseuseuseuseu.
Grayish smoke rose thickly.
Everyone looked at the origin of the lightning.
The one who abruptly scattered sword qi was Murong Jun.
Murong Jun spoke coldly.
“Let’s catch him quickly without blabbering pointlessly.”
Pa-ah-ah-ak!
Yeon Ho-jeong, who jumped toward the smoke, spoke shortly.
“Agreed.”
Bwoooong!
Flame-like murderous intent heavily gathered on the Crazy Dragon Axe. The Red Flame Six Kills Arts was cast.
Boom!
Along with an explosion sound, Yeon Ho-jeong’s upper body was sharply bent backward.
“Tsk tsk.”
Huuuuung.
Beon Jak, who appeared after clearing the smoke, seemed to have no damage despite taking Murong Jun’s sword qi and even receiving Yeon Ho-jeong’s attack.
“A surprise attack even after gathering this level of military force, you are bastards who don’t know propriety.”
At that time, Muk Bi released her bowstring.
Piyuuuung! Ta-ak!
The arrow that flew like lightning was caught in Beon Jak’s hand. It was surprising reflexes. Immense composure seeped out from the hand movement that lightly snatched it as if there was no need to dodge.
Tang Kwan shouted.
“Kill him!”
Papapapapang!
The pouring Linked Five Palms, the Tang Clan Heavenly Poison Hand shook the atmosphere.
Yeon Wi, who jumped in as if waiting, unfolded the sword technique of Iron Sword Great Extension, and Muk Bi’s arrow fired again aimed at Beon Jak’s head and chest avoiding the two people like a ghost.
Beon Jak’s eyes deepened.
No matter how much he was called the Divine General, it was not an attack he could take easily.
Hwareureureureuk!
Invisible flames gathered in his two hands and formed a giant Dragon Head Blade.
It was the Divine Cult’s supreme technique, the Fire Dragon Demonic Blade. However, it was on a different dimension from the Fire Dragon Demonic Blade unfolded by other Martial Generals.
It was much more violent, and emitted much stronger fire qi. Just with that fire qi, half of the pouring attacks lost their power.
Beon Jak swung his twin hands.
Boom! Crack!
Beon Jak’s Fire Dragon Demonic Blade wasn’t simply strong. Not only the sharp cutting power, but he disrupted the experts’ attacks just with the hard waves of the fire blade. Fearsome strength, outstanding internal energy operation.
Rumble!
There was something else surprising.
Beon Jak’s martial arts were strong, but in terms of speed, there was no difference from the Heavenly Dipper.
Flash!
Tang Kwan’s eyes opened wide. Before he knew it, Beon Jak’s momentum was felt from his rear flank.
“If we keep clashing, it seems your poison will find it hard to endure. You go first.”
Kwa-ang!
Tang Kwan vomited blood and flew to the side.
Beon Jak’s eyes narrowed.
‘It didn’t properly go in.’
He instantaneously changed the Heavenly Poison Hand into the Vajra Five Poisons Palm. Although it couldn’t follow the Heavenly Poison Hand which had reached great success in terms of poison qi, the Vajra Five Poisons Palm was several moves above in terms of the rigidity and elasticity of the martial art itself.
An expert who responds by changing the type of martial art according to instinct.
‘It’s not just this guy.’
Beon Jak turned his head to the side.
Flash!
Sword energy that flew like an arrow brushed past his cheek.
It was Yeon Wi. The sword technique he swung with a cold momentum, wondering when he had reached here, was like an iron wall.
Beon Jak swung the Fire Dragon Demonic Blade again.
Crack!
The blade and sword clashed over ten times, causing immense sparks.
Yeon Wi staggered and retreated backward. Although he was someone who implemented a martial path close to perfection, he had no choice but to be pushed back by Beon Jak in strength.
However, Beon Jak was surprised.
Jureureuk.
A streak of sword wound was carved on his shoulder. It was a wound created by Yeon Wi’s Iron Sword Great Extension.
‘He pierced through that?’
He pierced through the double barrier of the Fire Dragon Demonic Blade and the Golden Emperor Pure Fire Arts and inflicted a wound. Although it was a sword strike that only cut flesh, what was important was the fact itself that he pierced through such an internal energy shield.
Pababak!
Yeon Wi grabbed Beon Jak’s flank with elastic footwork uncharacteristic of him.
Rumble!
A thundering sound rang from Beon Jak’s hand.
It wasn’t the Fire Dragon Demonic Blade. It was the Blazing Fire Divine Palm.
But just by gathering the strength of the Blazing Fire Divine Palm, an immense explosion sound burst out. It was a roaring sound that made the opponent predict that the power of a single strike would be comparable to a fire bomb.
‘Let’s see if you can take this too.’
Beon Jak swung the Blazing Fire Divine Palm.
Hu-wu-uk!
It was a terrifying flame.
He only swung it once, but a golden pillar of fire poured out.
At this level, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to consider the Blazing Fire Divine Palm unfolded by other Martial Generals as child’s play. The moment the flames spewed out, it was to the extent that wood materials five zhangs away caught fire.
Pa-ak!
The experts nearby unknowingly retreated over ten zhangs away. Because it was hard to endure the ultra-high temperature firepower.
Then what about Yeon Wi?
Boom!
Palm power like the bombardment of a cannon continuously made explosion sounds as it crashed into the sword curtain Yeon Wi drew.
Boom! Hwareureureureuk!
The palm power that was gradually shrinking along with continuous explosions soared high into the sky at some point.
‘…!’
Beon Jak’s face hardened.
“Huu.”
In front of him was Yeon Wi lowering his posture and standing his sword. His clothes were burnt here and there, but his expression remained cold.
“He blocked that?”
He didn’t simply block it. Repeating blocking and bouncing off, when the strength of the palm power was chipped away to some extent, he pulled it as it was and blew it high into the sky.
It was truly a divine sword skill. Not only Tang Kwan but even Murong Jun couldn’t help but admire that perfect neutralization.
“Indeed you are strong. However, I can somehow receive it.”
Yeon Wi, who unraveled his posture, took a starting stance again.
It was an aggressive posture uncharacteristic of him. As if to take the neck with a single sword, a sharper sharpness than before filled his entire body.
The Clan Head of the Green Mountain Yeon Clan, Judge Sword Yeon Wi.
The person who unfolded the most perfect sword technique among the swordsmen in the current martial world.
Regardless of the strength or weakness of internal energy, his enlightenment regarding the sword has reached a supreme realm. The overwhelming ability to neutralize a stronger power with simple stances came precisely from that enlightenment.
The edges of Beon Jak’s eyes trembled slightly.
‘Clan Head Yeon was this strong? For a leader of a sword clan who has only made his name known in the martial world for fifty years?’
It was then.
Thwack!
Along with an eerie sound of tearing flesh, the Heavenly Dipper’s scream was heard.
Beon Jak reflexively turned his head.
“Heokhuk! Ah, that son of a bitch is dirty quick.”
Beon Jak’s face distorted.
A blood-covered Yeon Ho-jeong was pulling up the Heavenly Dipper’s collar. The Heavenly Dipper must have been hit properly by the axe, as a giant stab wound was on his upper body.
Yeon Ho-jeong repeatedly gasped for rough breaths and glared at Beon Jak.
“Now it’s really just you left.”