Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!
The stone gate of the Heavenly Middle Demonic Cave closed.
An even darker shadow pressed down on the surroundings.
Banjeok Myeong stopped his steps. And he turned around.
About twenty people, led by Tie Paigang and Sima Long, were glaring at him like a pack of angry dogs.
"Well, there's no need to go far."
The mont Banjeok Myeong muttered, Tie Paigang and Sima Long approached with a swagger.
Tie Paigang was empty-handed.
He was empty-handed like Banjeok Myeong. That ant that he had learned not a weapon but the art of fists and feet, in other words, close combat.
The Big Dipper Iron Horse Art!
It was the demonic art of the Big Dipper Iron Horse Family, which was one of the three great demonic arts of the Demonic Path.
Sima Long was also the sa.
His two hands were red with blood.
The Asura Blood Demon Art!
That was also one of the three great demonic arts of the Demonic Path.
When the two stepped forward, the rest kept their places.
Although they coveted the Vermilion Bird's Flying Ring, they could not step forward, pushing aside Tie Paigang and Sima Long.
'There will surely be a chance!'
'Since those two have to fight anyway, I'll wait until only one of them is left!'
While everyone was making their own calculations, Banjeok Myeong also took his stance.
The basic stance of the Hundred Strikes Art, which was clearly different from that of ordinary martial artists.
To those who had their own firm views on martial arts, it would look clumsy rather than unique.
Tie Paigang approached without caring.
Sima Long sneered.
Both of them were looking down on Banjeok Myeong.
Well, the martial arts they had learned were too strong to be wary of an opponent of the sa age. They had that qualification.
But they did not know. That the Immortal Demonic Aura overwheld even what was too strong, that it was the only thing that stood tall above the three great demonic arts of the Demonic Path, and that the Hundred Strikes Art was the most faithful way to exert the power of such an Immortal Demonic Aura.
The price for not knowing such a fact had to be paid with their bodies.
Thwack!
Tie Paigang, who had confidently stepped forward, trusting only in the Big Dipper Iron Horse Art, was sent flying by Banjeok Myeong's one punch.
Not only that, but Sima Long, who had been arrogant because he had learned the Asura Blood Demon Art, was also sent flying by one punch.
"This isn't all, is it? Do it properly."
Banjeok Myeong said.
At that mont, a ferocious energy exploded.
The Big Dipper Iron Horse Art.
The body of Tie Paigang, who was slowly getting up, began to change.
His muscles swelled as if they would burst, and a ferocious energy exploded.
"Hmph!"
With a loud snort, a crushing force that would trample everything pressed down on the surroundings.
It was not just Tie Paigang who had changed.
Sima Long had also changed.
His body floated up.
From his body, which had turned red, the Asura Blood Demon Art poured out a chilling energy.
A red energy that seed to tear apart the heavens and the earth in all directions, like a synonym for cruelty.
With his hair waving in all directions like a lion's mane, his pupils, which were full of blood, stared at Banjeok Myeong.
"Hehehe! Such a satisfying killing intent! It's been a while! Thanks to you, I can enjoy slaughter to my heart's content!"
Sima Long, who had learned the Asura Blood Demon Art, shot forward first.
Sima Long, who was rushing in, shortening the distance of about ten feet in an instant.
Banjeok Myeong willingly stretched out his fist towards such a Sima Long.
The absolute fist strike in which the Immortal Demonic Aura was fiercely swirling!
***
Before leaving the Hua Family Clinic, Banjeok Myeong had been anxious that he was not getting stronger. But that was a wrong thought. It was an anxiety that ca from not knowing the Immortal Demonic Aura well.
What Banjeok Myeong needed was just ti.
The ti it took for the Immortal Demonic Aura to transform his body into an even more perfect one and to be completely assimilated.
Although his body had beco incomparably hard through several transformations and bone cleansings, the path for the Immortal Demonic Aura to freely co and go, to beco a huge wave and sweep in at once, was not completely open.
That path had to be completely opened up to the whole body's veins.
That ti was needed.
The Heavenly Phoenix Vermilion Bird Art of the Heavenly Pavilion Master had made him skip that ti at once.
Unlike the general divine and demonic arts that strengthened the eight extraordinary ridians and the twelve main ridians to exert a strong internal energy at once, the Heavenly Phoenix Vermilion Bird Art was a divine art that handled even the whole body's veins delicately. It was not a hegemonic art that swept with a strong destructive power, but a harmonious art that delicately controlled and coordinated the internal energy.
The Immortal Demonic Aura, which had absorbed such a Heavenly Phoenix Vermilion Bird Art, had opened the path to the whole body's veins at once and had regained its original powerful strength.
The absolute hegemonic power that the Immortal Divine Demon, who was the master of the nine great lands of the Demonic Path and the ruler of all things, had shown off!
Now, what Banjeok Myeong needed was a practical battle to unfold that hegemonic power to his heart's content. He just needed to refine his ability to control it at will through practical battles.
The Hidden Demon's Grand Festival was an incomparably excellent place for practical battles.
***
Thwack!
Tie Paigang, who had exerted the Big Dipper Iron Horse Art, was stuck in the ice wall.
"Die!"
Sima Long, who was rushing in, tearing apart the space.
It was a very tily mont, as he had aid for the mont Tie Paigang had just been sent flying.
But.
Grab!
Banjeok Myeong's left hand grabbed Sima Long's arm.
The mont Sima Long flinched.
His right hand, which had shot up like a thunderbolt, grabbed Sima Long's chin.
Heaven's Collapse!
Thud!
Sima Long was slamd headfirst into the hard bedrock.
This was the third ti.
The number of tis the two had been sent sprawling.
Banjeok Myeong swept his gaze over the other participants. They all had faces of astonishnt.
"When you wake up, co at all at once."
It was a word of ignoring and looking down. The faces of the other participants were filled with anger.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
A sudden roar.
Tie Paigang, who had co to his senses, could not hold back his anger and was frantically hitting the ice wall. At that noise, Sima Long's eyes flashed open and he got up.
"Aaargh! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Tie Paigang, who had shouted until his throat was torn, turned around.
And he rushed in recklessly.
Thwack!
A fist strike ard with the Big Dipper Iron Horse Art hit Banjeok Myeong's face.
Banjeok Myeong, who was sent sprawling like a split log.
Joy filled Tie Paigang's face. The other participants also widened their eyes and were happy. They had finally landed a blow on the brat. As they had just seen, the fist strike ard with the Big Dipper Iron Horse Art even broke the ice wall. So the shock the brat had received must be truly enormous.
But Banjeok Myeong got up.
Even though he had been hit squarely by a powerful blow, he got up as if nothing had happened and grinned.
"Was that all?"
"......!"
"Do you think you can have the Vermilion Bird's Flying Ring with just that?"
It was a taunt.
Tie Paigang's eyes turned.
"Aaargh!"
Tie Paigang, who was rushing in, screaming.
Swoosh!
A fist that stretched fiercely, bursting the air.
But it only burst the air until the end.
The mont Tie Paigang's fist reached right in front of him, he lowered his stance and then rose like a thunderbolt and stretched out his fist.
Thwack!
A powerful blow struck Tie Paigang's side.
"Ugh?"
It was a shock so powerful that it took his breath away.
Thwack!
This ti, it was the opposite side.
That was not the end.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Banjeok Myeong's stormy fists, which were hitting indiscriminately from left and right.
The pain of his ribs being crushed, his organs being ruptured, and his breath being cut off shook Tie Paigang's mind.
Swoosh!
A sound of tearing through the air.
Banjeok Myeong let go of Tie Paigang and turned around. Sima Long's reddish left palm was approaching right in front of him. He clenched his fist and took a step forward.
It was at this ti.
Grab!
Tie Paigang wrapped his two arms around Banjeok Myeong's body.
In the anti, Sima Long's left palm reached Banjeok Myeong's lower abdon.
Thwack!
The exploding Asura Blood Demon Art!
It was a powerful blow that made Tie Paigang and Banjeok Myeong beco one and get stuck in the ice wall.
'It went in properly!'
A smile of satisfaction appeared on Sima Long's lips.
But!
"Was that all you had? You acted like you were the grim reaper of hell with just that?"
Banjeok Myeong said.
He was even sneering.
Sima Long's eyes also turned.
"I'll tear your mouth!"
Sima Long ca shooting in, enraged.
Even until now, Tie Paigang was wrapping his two arms around him.
Banjeok Myeong's upper body tilted slightly to the left, and at the sa ti, his right elbow shot up fiercely.
Thwack!
Tie Paigang's head, which had been hit squarely on the lower jaw, turned.
And in line with that, Banjeok Myeong's upper body tilted to the opposite side, and his left elbow shot up.
Thwack!
The Mountain Crushing Elbow!
At that powerful blow, Tie Paigang's arms loosened.
Banjeok Myeong, who was turning around.
Thwack!
Sima Long's right palm struck Banjeok Myeong's back.
Banjeok Myeong and Tie Paigang did not fall because they were stuck in the ice wall.
Thwack!
It was the sound of Banjeok Myeong's right elbow striking Tie Paigang's left shoulder.
"Die!"
Sima Long, who was enraged at the sight of Banjeok Myeong ignoring his attack, struck Banjeok Myeong's back once more, but Banjeok Myeong did not care and struck Tie Paigang's right shoulder with his left elbow.
"Die! Die!"
Thwack! Thwack!
Sima Long, who was frantically hitting Banjeok Myeong's back.
Banjeok Myeong and Tie Paigang shook as one. But that was all.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Banjeok Myeong alternately struck Tie Paigang's both shoulders fiercely with his two elbows.
Behind him, Sima Long was raising the Asura Blood Demon Art as much as he could and was fiercely attacking Banjeok Myeong's back with all his might.
Who would fall first?
The rising stars of the Demonic Path, who were watching from a distance, watched without even blinking.
When about twenty fierce attacks had passed in an instant, Tie Paigang's two arms drooped.
Thwack!
Sima Long, who was hitting Banjeok Myeong's back.
"......!"
Sima Long also saw it.
That Tie Paigang's two arms were drooping.
Banjeok Myeong, who was slowly turning around.
"Twenty-three tis."
"......!"
Thwack!
Banjeok Myeong's fist, which hit Sima Long's face squarely.
He could not avoid it. No, he could not avoid it.
Because the mont he felt Banjeok Myeong move, the fist was already coming at him.
Sima Long, whose upper body was staggering as if it would fall back.
Thwack!
When Banjeok Myeong's fist hit his lower abdon, his upper body bent forward sharply.
Swoosh!
A roar that tore apart the wind.
The startled Sima Long.
In his eyes, he saw Banjeok Myeong's fist, which was shooting up fiercely from below.
Thwack!
His head was thrown back, and his upper body followed, and his whole body floated up about half a foot into the air.
Swoosh!
A fist that stretched out in a straight line like an awl, cutting through the air.
Thwack!
Sima Long was sent flying about ten feet and rolled at the feet of the rising stars of the Demonic Path who were watching.
"I told you to co at all at once since two of you are not enough!"
***
There was a feeling.
When you face an opponent, you feel that you can handle them or that it's better to avoid them.
When you fight, you sotis get another feeling.
That you shouldn't even be grazed by that attack, that you can handle it.
Banjeok Myeong had been hit just as he had felt.
To know himself.
How much he could endure.
To gauge the strength of the masters of the Big Dipper Iron Horse Family and the Asura Blood Demon Family.
So he had just been hit by the Big Dipper Iron Horse Art and the Asura Blood Demon Art without avoiding them.
A shock that broke his spine and crushed all the bones in his body.
If that was the Big Dipper Iron Horse Art, then the shock of the Asura Blood Demon Art was that it tore his flesh and crushed his five viscera and six bowels.
But it was just a shock.
If he just endured the pain of that shock, it was nothing.
***
As soon as the stone gate of the Heavenly Middle Demonic Cave closed, a heavy impact sound was heard one after another.
Since the huge stone gate blocked a lot, it was not visible at all, and since only a strong collision sound and a heavy vibration could be felt, it was impossible to know who was attacking and who was being attacked.
The thousands of demonic path martial artists gathered in the plaza were at the peak of their curiosity, and the master of the Big Dipper Iron Horse Family, Tie Gundo, and the master of the Sun Demon Family, Sima Deokjo, looked at each other and smiled.
"It seems those brats are doing it properly."
"If we join hands as you and I did, there's nothing to be afraid of."
"I know. But it's better to distinguish between up and down. Otherwise, they will be divided into two factions and will constantly clash. Just as you and I did."
Both of them nodded their heads.
They had understood each other's words.
While they were talking, ti continued to flow.
Sima Deokjo looked up at the sky and said.
"It's getting long."
"If the children are not playing around, I think it might really be the Immortal Demonic Aura."
"You didn't believe it?"
"I thought it might be a trick by that brat Elder Tian to draw us in."
"Hmm, that could be."
"Did you believe it from the beginning?"
"Because if he had lied to us, he would not have been able to handle the aftermath."
"That's also true, but you acted so calmly even while thinking it might be the Immortal Demonic Aura?"
"Dugu Wujung was not that strong from the beginning."
"......!"
"We fought in the Demonic Sect's Grand Festival ten years ago. Of course, none of us were his match. But he was not strong enough to overwhelm all of us."
"Co to think of it, it seems so."
"Dugu Wujung beca so ridiculously strong after the Demonic Sect's Grand Festival. To be precise, it was after he beca close to the Heavenly Pavilion Master."
"......?"
"The two of them were together whenever they had ti. And after about a year, Dugu Wujung looked different."
"Are you saying she helped him sohow with the Heavenly Phoenix Vermilion Bird Art?"
"It's just my guess."
"Hmm... so that's why you ordered to kill the Heavenly Pavilion Master in the canyon."
"That's right."
Tie Gundo stared at Sima Deokjo with slightly surprised eyes and then nodded his head.
Co to think of it, it was Sima Deokjo who had always looked one step further ahead than him. His judgnt would probably not be so wrong.
"You did well."
"If that brat had obtained the Immortal Demonic Aura and walked out of there unhard..."
"I would have killed him myself."
"I can't let you take all the bla. I'll do it with you."
The two nodded their heads at each other once more.
In the anti, a fierce impact sound was constantly bursting out from inside the Heavenly Middle Demonic Cave.
(End of Chapter)
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