Chronicles of the Heavenly Demon - chapter 22

Chapter 22

Blood burst into the air. Mae Hong-sung quickly bowed over. As he looked down, he saw a spear in between his legs. He had been attacked, his legs cut right off under his knees. The upper body, having lost its momentum, was slowly leaning forward. It was a situation where it would have been acceptable to curse the heavens. But he didn’t. Immediately afterwards, suffering so great that it could not be expressed in words racked his body.

“Oahhhhh!”

Pain that came from being cut underneath the knee, ran through the whole body. It was as if a fire ant was gnawing through his bones. It was a rough and crude pain that could not be expressed as anything but searing. Mae Hong-sung wanted to get and protest. But his two legs were cut off, so he could only scream and roll around.

Looking at him, Woon-seong laughed, revealing his white teeth. Of course, his smile was cold.

“supreme-ruler, you brat! How dare you!” Mae Hong-sung screamed like the devil.

Woon-seong was indifferent. “What do you mean?” The boy slowly approached him, spear grasped in one hand.

Mae Hong-sung seemed to hear his heart pounding with each step that the boy took. It was even more unbelievable that the sound of him approaching was louder than the thump of his heart. Mae Hong-sung knew better than anyone else that the reason was because of the fear of his bones. Why did it feel like a tiger was standing in front of you? He was trembling. “Damn you!”

Mae Hong-sung tried to crawl forward with his arms, but the boy was faster. Woon-seong lifted his feet and stepped on the shoulders of the Sword of Men without a fuss.

“We fought and I won. Isn’t one arm and one leg usually cut off in fights like these in the martial world? Did you think we were going to just laugh and shrug it off after a fight to the death?” From the body of the boy, a dark qi was flowing out. Thanks to it, Mae Hong-sung seemed to return to his dread. “I am the winner, and you are the loser. And from now on, I will exercise my rights as the winner.” Woon-seong turned the man’s body over and planted his feet on his chest. “There is no way, between you and me, that we could ever just laugh it off.”

Mae Hong-sung once again questioned how he knew this boy. From the first moment, the boy had talked as if they had known each other. He could not erase the feeling of déjà vu. And Woon-seong waited for the other to recognize him, he had already thrown the bait.

“You, are you…Are you the successor of the Spear Master Sect?!”

“Yes, I am the successor of the Spear Master Sect!” Woon-seong chuckled darkly.

“That’s impossible! The Spear Master Sect should be a sole apprentice sect!”

Woon-seong laughed at his cry. “If that’s what you think, that’s good. As I said before, I intend to exercise my rights as the victor.”

The man trembled at the coldness of the iron felt under his chin. He could not think properly because of induced fear from the ‘intimidation qi’ and the presence of death. There was only fear of what was happening. Thanks to that, the pain was reduced. It was funny how true fear can beat the sense of pain.

“I will ask, why did you attack the Spear Master Sect at that time?”

“What are you talking about? They practiced a vile demonic art that even the lowest and filthiest of the demonic people refuse to touch!”

At that Woon-seong cut off his arm from the elbow, this was not what he wanted to hear. The severed arm was thrown into the air, tumbled several times and fell to the floor.

The boy stood above with a sinister smile. “Do not lie. I know we were framed. Tell me what you know.”

The ‘intimidation qi’ stimulated fear. And fear stimulated the brain. Even if you didn’t think, you could throw out the facts just by being horrified.

“If you tell the trust, I will at least kill you without pain.” With his eyes flashing like a gold mine, the boy faced him once again.

With his legs cut off and arms cut off, Mae Hong-sung feared this pain more than his inevitable death. In the end, he had no choice but to spit out all that he knew. “I don’t know, I don’t know anything! That’s all I heard!” He shouted as if he was warding off evil spirits. “I just followed my master’s orders! Our only order that day was to surround the mountain so the master and apprentice of the Spear Master Sect, who learned the ‘Silent Ten Skills of the Demon’, could not run away!”

Woon-seong stared at his eyes and judged. There were no lies in his eyes. This was a man who knew he was already dead, but was afraid of suffering before his death. These eyes could not lie. Thus, the boy judged his words as the truth and continued to the next question. “Then let me ask something else, why are you here?” Woon-seong increased the pressure of his foot on Mae Hong-sung’s chest, who choked for air. “Why are you screwing around here with thieves and even teaching them martial arts?”

“Fuck if I know!” Mae Hong-sung shook his limbs, as if in exasperation. Except for one arm, the only things left were up to his elbows and knees, it was a funny sight. Except, Woon-seong did not laugh. “I just did as my master told me. I was only told to go and raise them as guerilla forces.”

At that, Woon-seong gave a colder look.

What are you thinking about? What kind of work was he planning on such a remote place? The boy really could not understand. In the end, he had obtained no useful information. He had only got revenge on one of his enemies. Am I allowed to be satisfied with this?

As Woon-seong stared up at Heaven, the sky with as many stars as there were sand in the desert, Mae Hong-sung grasped his leg.

“Oh please, if the questions are over, kill me as promised!”

“Why should I?”

“What? You promised! You promised a merciful death!”

Woon-seong nodded, he certainly had. However, “You aren’t a man worthy of a death like that.” The boy extended his hand in place of a spear and poked some points of the man’s body.

“Ohhhh!” The man screamed, freakishly twisting his whole body.

Woon-seong then pressed some other points, forcefully shutting the man up.

Silent screams continued to pour from the mouth of Mae Hong-sung.

‘Crushed Bones and Squeezed Muscles’. It was a bizarre and quite awful sort of torture that had been collected by the Spear Master Sect. The victim would feel pain up until their death, wishing that they would die already. The one that Woon-seong used at this point was a bit more special. The victim would continuously feel pain and be unable to faint for at least two hours before dying.

Suitable for the death of an enemy.

Woon-seong watched the scene of Mae Hong-sung silently screaming, then turned his back and descended down the hill. He brought out a blank book and a brush with ink. He closed his eyes, it was frustrating even though his revenge had just begun. If he had been a bit less determined he would have died in the Cave of Latent Demons, or even worse, the grudge would have melted away over the years.

What a useless guy. He had failed to get any information about the others from Mae Hong-sung.

Woon-seong wrote the names of all his enemies one by one on this empty book. No, it was not just a book anymore. He would never forget these names and not miss a single one. He would move forward with firm steps. If anything stood between him and his revenge, it would be removed.

With such a pledge written into the book, Woon-seong lifted the brush and drew a line across a name. This one was dead already. The boy was now, officially, a murderer. At some point in time, he would draw a line over every single name in his book. His revenge was just beginning.