Chapter 384: A Tiger and a Lion Are Different (4)
Bu Seon’s eyes shook as if an earthquake had occurred.
‘How could this be.’
Jjeojeojeojeojeok! Jjeojeojeojeok!
It was not enough to retreat ten zhang away; her internal energy was shaken by the gradually amplifying air pressure, so she had to retreat five more zhang.
Despite retreating a distance reaching a total of fifteen zhang, she was at the point where her stomach felt nauseous from the ruthless air pressure. Even though she was raising the peak martial art she learned from her master, the Blood Lion Qi, to the extreme, her limbs trembled.
The majesty of an absolute master that far transcended imagination. As a master of the Saintly Heaven Realm made up his mind and drew out his full power, all living creatures existing in the surroundings were terrified regardless of the high or low of their martial arts.
‘I cannot even dare to fight back. Let alone fighting, I cannot even face him in front of my eyes! By the way…….’
Bu Seon looked at Yeon Ho-jeong with trembling eyes.
‘How is that person?!’
Rattle!
Yeon Ho-jeong, who was emitting a blue jade-colored true qi like a cloudless sky, was looking at Yang Cheon with unwavering eyes.
A red and white firestorm raged from the giant axe grasped in his hand. His posture was low, his left hand touched the ground, and his thighs, which swelled as if they would burst, contained a terrifying power.
It was the posture of a fierce beast that looked like it would lunge toward its prey at any moment. The term Tiger General generally refers to a courageous general like a tiger, but the current Yeon Ho-jeong was emitting bloody eyes as if he had actually become a giant tiger.
And on Yang Cheon’s face looking at such Yeon Ho-jeong, unbelievably, a faint smile was lingering.
‘That person’s martial arts can never be compared to Master. He might be stronger than me, but he only resides in a similar realm to me and has not even reached the extreme! Yet how is he so perfectly fine? Besides…….’
Bu Seon’s eyes moved from Yeon Ho-jeong back to Yang Cheon.
Kureureureureureung!
The dark red energy creeping up repeated combining and scattering, creating the shape of a giant beast.
‘That is not the Blood Lion Qi.’
Bu Seon gulped her saliva.
‘It is similar to the Blood Lion Qi, but much more advanced than that……!’
At that time, Yang Cheon opened his mouth.
“After exchanging blows with that person, the Cult Leader of Evil Lust, I looked back on my martial arts.”
“…….”
“I had no choice but to do so. I roamed the world and sharpened my fangs, thinking I would someday surpass the strongholds of the Fist God and the Sword Immortal, but who would have known that I would fall half a move behind an expert from beyond the borders whom the world did not know.”
Bu Seon was completely surprised.
She also knew about the Cult Leader of Evil Lust. However, until now, she thought her master and the person called the Cult Leader of Evil Lust had ended it by lightly exchanging blows.
The reason was that to her, her master Yang Cheon was an absolute invincible expert who would not lose no matter who he fought in the world.
“The internal injuries suffered from him were fixed in less than half a month. However, my torn pride did not heal its wounds even after a year passed. Rather, it was festering and rotting inside.”
“…….”
“Although I established the Black Dragon Manor by borrowing the financial power of the Evil Lust Cult, I have never bowed my head to them because of that. I cannot do that. I am inherently an arrogant person. I have lived my whole life thinking that I am the best, so should I immediately tuck my tail between my legs just because I was defeated once?”
Huk!
The dark red energy that brought about immense pressure as if it would cause an earthquake was all sucked into Yang Cheon’s body in an instant.
“Therefore, I shed blood and sweat to complete one martial art, which is the weakest among the three divine arts I learned, but has the most prospects because it is incomplete. And…….”
Yang Cheon raised his right hand.
A subtle tension surfaced in Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes, which had been endlessly sharp. He felt that a formless flame invisible to the naked eye was blazing from Yang Cheon’s right hand.
“Now it is leaving completion right before my eyes. This martial art is precisely the Black Lion Qi.”
Seuseuseuseu.
The formless flame slowly took on the color of darkness.
It was not the previous dark red color, but a blackish-gray energy overflowing with murderous intent. That swaying blackish-gray flame reminded one of a lion’s mane.
“Disciple.”
Yang Cheon said without even turning his head.
Bu Seon bowed her head.
“Yes, Master.”
“Your enlightenment regarding the Blood Lion Qi is truly commendable. Sooner or later, I will pass this power down to you as well.”
“Th-thank you!”
The corners of Yang Cheon’s mouth went up.
“Let’s slowly begin. I hope you will withstand even one exchange by all means.”
Yeon Ho-jeong smiled.
“Do not worry.”
“I am going.”
Kung!
Yang Cheon took one step forward.
In an instant, Yeon Ho-jeong received the illusion that the world was turning dark. It was merely one step, but it also meant that Yang Cheon’s will had been properly manifested.
‘Three.’
Jiiiiiiing!
Since cultivating the Yeon Family Divine Elixir, it had never rotated this fast.
It was not like this even when fighting the experts of the Divine Fire Cult. The fight with them was the realm of fate, but the fight with Yang Cheon was the realm of death.
Even Yeon Ho-jeong, the incarnation of battle, had no choice but to feel extreme tension. All the true qi in his entire body was activated beyond its limits, and a heaven-gifted talent dwelled in Yeon Ho-jeong’s two eyes looking at Yang Cheon.
‘Two.’
Sweat permeated the hand holding the Crazy Dragon Axe.
Without realizing it himself, he was looking for Yang Cheon’s weaknesses. In the time that split a moment of a moment, he scanned the opponent’s posture dozens of times, but no notable weakness was seen yet.
No, perhaps he might not be able to see it for his entire life.
‘One.’
If there was no weakness, he just had to make one. The problem was whether this side could respond to the opponent’s strength and speed.
If so?
In an instant, the light in Yeon Ho-jeong’s eyes spewed out a pure white flame.
‘He is coming!’
Flash!
Even before Yang Cheon moved, Yeon Ho-jeong’s foot moved three and a half cun to the left front.
Boom!
Yang Cheon’s fist, which had come right in front of his nose before he knew it, pierced through the empty air. At the same time an immense shockwave exploded from his fist that pierced the empty air, four or five trees that were ten zhang away fell down in droves.
‘……!!’
It was not the strength of a human.
That was never a strength that could be contained in a human body. Setting aside the speed, merely with the fist pressure, he knocked down the trees ten zhang away like sorghum stalks.
‘The realm of a Martial God. And this realm is…….’
Yang Cheon’s mouth opened.
“You read the attack line and moved in advance to prevent your upper body from flying away. It is truly amazing, but…….”
He glanced down at Yeon Ho-jeong.
The distance between the two people was not even four chi.
“You dodged without receiving it? Do you intend not to keep the rules?”
In an instant, Yeon Ho-jeong’s Crazy Dragon Axe was swung while raising a ruthless storm.
Kwaaang!
Yang Cheon’s body heaved.
It was a truly immense sight. Yang Cheon leisurely blocked the internal energy of the Crazy Dragon Axe’s single slash, which tore apart the bodies of three or four peak experts with one swing, with one hand.
Even from the palm that blocked the axe blade, not a single drop of blood oozed out. It was a sight that could not be believed even after seeing it.
Nevertheless, leisure was lingering on Yeon Ho-jeong’s face.
“Thinking about it, it is a little strange, you see.”
“Strange?”
“I know the rules of the Black Path well. To you, I might look like a turncoat.”
“Of course.”
“However, I am not a turncoat. I merely deceived you.”
“Do you want to play word games?”
“I want to speak of fairness. I am sorry, but I am not a Black Path person.”
He was not a Black Path person.
As Yeon Ho-jeong spat out those words, he peeled off his past as the Dark Emperor layer by layer.
“I am the eldest son of the Orthodox White Path, the Green Mountain Yeon Clan of Jiangdong. Though the rule of the Black Path is three moves, there is no such thing in my rules.”
“……?”
“Three moves or whatever, let’s quit such worthless acts. Since you too must have unresolved feelings remaining, let’s fight properly befitting that moniker of yours.”
Absurdity surfaced on Yang Cheon’s face.
“Not to withstand but to fight? With this me?”
“Yes.”
Hwaaaaak!
A flame-like murderous intent exploded from Yeon Ho-jeong’s body.
“You are fighting with this me.”
Kwaang!
The momentum of a White Tiger lingered in his forceful stomp.
“Euaaaap!”
It was Yeon Ho-jeong’s uncommon spirit yell. Yeon Ho-jeong, who squeezed out strength from all the muscles in his entire body, twisted his upper body with immense force.
Kureureureureung!
Yang Cheon’s face was gradually dyed with surprise.
His hand grabbing the Crazy Dragon Axe’s blade was the same as before. He was pushed back by five chi in that exact movement and posture.
‘Look at this guy?’
There was nothing particularly surprising. If the opponent had entered the Ultimate Polarity Realm.
The problem was that it was surprising because of that.
Because the young genius, who let alone entering the Ultimate Polarity Realm, had not even peeked at the extreme in the Super Peak realm, had pushed him away with strength.
That was not all.
Chiiiiiik!
The Crazy Dragon Axe was becoming bright red hot.
It was fire qi and murderous intent. By amplifying all the power of the Yeon Family Divine Elixir and putting strength into the Vermilion Bird Qi, a temperature that was burdensome even for Yang Cheon surged.
Of course, with that level, he could not pierce Yang Cheon’s internal energy shield. He was just surprised for a moment by the capability that transcended imagination.
‘This guy…….’
Yang Cheon’s eyes deepened.
‘Was he hiding his capabilities back then too? It was not to this extent.’
No, it was funny to even say it was to this extent.
Right now, Yeon Ho-jeong was showing a strength that far surpassed his own capabilities.
He did not know how on earth such a thing was possible. However, one thing was certain: whether it was mental power or whatever, this guy rejected common sense for people.
And surprisingly, in front of that murderous intent and fighting spirit shown by Yeon Ho-jeong.
The chest of Yang Cheon, the king of fighting and the absolute expert of Murim, began to throb.
Paaaaak!
Yeon Ho-jeong, who let go of the Crazy Dragon Axe, unfolded the Blood Wing Sweeping Heavens.
It was not enough that he let go of his weapon, but he unfolded a super-high-speed footwork from a distance of less than one zhang.
No matter how much it was Yang Cheon, this level of distance and this level of speed had no choice but to be burdensome.
Yeon Ho-jeong’s fist was swung like a thunderbolt.
Flash!
Yang Cheon, who had set up a perfect protective shield with his internal energy shield, was surprised once again.
Yeon Ho-jeong’s fist, which had been swung aiming for his solar plexus, sharply bent, and before he knew it, it aimed for the reverse joint of his right arm’s elbow.
Snap!
Yang Cheon’s arm lightly bounced upwards.
Of course, it was not because Yeon Ho-jeong’s strength was strong. Yang Cheon purposefully stood his arm up and protected the joint.
Pabak!
Yeon Ho-jeong entered Yang Cheon’s embrace with two short steps.
That movement was another surprise. Anyone could not easily think of digging into the embrace of a person vastly stronger than themselves.
Soon Yeon Ho-jeong’s two fists were swung at an immense speed.
Thwack! Papapang!
His fists were not even visible to the eyes.
It was not simply fast. A strength no less than that was also loaded, and even though he swung at that level of speed, the smoothness of the linked techniques was certainly alive.
Boom!
As he knocked away the exploding fist strikes, a tremendous explosive sound erupted.
There was full of leisure on Yang Cheon’s face reacting to those fast attacks. With a gentle and supple hand gesture, he was completely dismantling Yeon Ho-jeong’s fist arts, which he was seeing for the first time in his life.
‘He is fast and strong. His understanding of linked techniques is truly high. Was there another junior who showed this level of capability in close quarters combat?’
However, that was all.
A determination settled in Yang Cheon’s eyes.
‘He is definitely amazing, but he does not yet have the capability to pick a fight with me.’
Yang Cheon’s foot moved like a thunderbolt.
Kwang!
“Keuk!”
Yeon Ho-jeong lightly flew three zhang and landed on the floor.
Yang Cheon’s eyes deepened.
“You are strong as expected. However, carelessness is forbidden.”
Jureureuk.
Yang Cheon looked down at his leg.
The clothing near his shin was cut neatly. And blood oozed out spottedly on the cut clothing.
Yeon Ho-jeong lifted the Black and White Twin Dragon Axes with a cold face.
“Would it be okay to go again, Combat King?”