Divine Demonic Path Chapter 111 : I'm Going to Be Very Fierce

Namgung Hwang also recognized Banjeok Myeong.

Not the young Cho Myung whom he had tried to kill along with Dugu Wujung, but the disciple of the Fighting Demon who had mistaken him for the Sword Saint of Huashan.

A killing intent-filled montum towards him.

In Taean, he had let it pass as a misunderstanding, but not this ti.

"Once may be a coincidence, but twice ans there is a reason."

At Namgung Hwang's words, Banjeok Myeong's eyes widened.

'He doesn't recognize and the Immortal Demonic Aura!'

Banjeok Myeong ca to his senses at that fact.

It was the sa in Taean, and it was the sa now.

He was only reacting to his killing intent. Without recognizing the Immortal Demonic Aura.

'It must be because of the Taoist power of the Taoist master Yolyo.'

Banjeok Myeong, who had recognized that fact, glanced behind Namgung Hwang.

A hundred swordsn of the Namgung family were staring at him from their horses with an arrogant posture. They were showing very well what kind of dignity a well-trained elite had.

'There's no need to fight an unfair fight.'

Banjeok Myeong looked at Namgung Hwang again.

"The land of the Demonic Path was bloody at every step."

At the sa ti as those words, he withdrew his killing intent, and Namgung Hwang made a face as if to say, 'Look at this brat!'

"What business did you have in the land of the Demonic Path?"

"I wanted to learn the bloodiness."

"Did you learn it?"

"I think so."

At Banjeok Myeong's answer, a sneer appeared on Namgung Hwang's lips and then disappeared.

'He learned the bloodiness? To think that he would dare to show his killing intent to , if he has acquired the cruel habits of the demons, it is the sa as giving up the path of the absolute realm himself. You foolish brat.'

There were no friends in the Namgung family.

There were only competitors and enemies.

He had been worried that a strong competitor would appear for the rising stars of the Namgung family, but now he could shake off that concern.

"I hear a great demon has appeared in the Heavenly Pavilion, so don't even go near the land of the Demonic Path."

Namgung Hwang left those words and went on his way, spurring his horse.

Banjeok Myeong, who was watching Namgung Hwang go away like that, suddenly rembered one fact.

'He's going to the Heavenly Pavilion!'

***

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

A heavy echo was heard at regular intervals.

Namgung Hwang, who was taking a short rest on the snow-covered roadside, frowned at the echo.

'Does he dare to call ?'

Namgung Hwang got up from his seat.

"Wait here until I return."

"I understand."

When the master of the Blue Sky answered, Namgung Hwang kicked the ground and flew off. A flurry of snow rose behind him, who was incomparably fast.

A mont later.

Namgung Hwang stopped his steps in a snow-covered valley.

"Was it you?"

Namgung Hwang frowned as much as he could.

"I just imitated what I had heard once, but it seems I succeeded anyway."

The one who nodded his head and showed his satisfaction was none other than Banjeok Myeong.

He had rembered the mory of experiencing the soul-calling power that the at Monk had exerted when he was taking Tang Xiulian to Tianlian and had tried to imitate it. Although it was very different from what the at Monk had exerted, he had succeeded in making Namgung Hwang co alone.

Namgung Hwang frowned even more and stared at Banjeok Myeong.

"Don't you know who I am?"

Banjeok Myeong asked.

"Are you not the disciple of the Fighting Demon?"

"That's right."

"......!"

The enraged and yet puzzled Namgung Hwang.

Banjeok Myeong had no intention of saying any more.

"Let's see if the fa of my master, the Fighting Demon, can stand above the fa of the Sword Saint of the Blue Sky."

Banjeok Myeong dared to provoke him.

Namgung Hwang felt so. So he intended to kill him without rcy.

Even if it was a child of the Orthodox Faction, it was a situation that was hard to forgive, and he had no intention of forgiving a disciple of a shabby third-rate like the Fighting Demon.

Soone might say so.

How could he, as a leader of the Orthodox Faction, be so rciless?

He had none. He had never had any, but on the day he killed the Immortal Divine Demon, he had thrown away all the rcy he had.

No, to be precise, it was when he had lost one of his arms to the Immortal Divine Demon. The mont one of his arms was cut off, the rcy he had had also fell off.

So when he killed the Immortal Divine Demon, he could do that to that child without hesitation.

'These brats are the seeds of evil. I have to kill them before they grow bigger!'

Namgung Hwang's eyes were full of killing intent.

Banjeok Myeong read that killing intent. So he could laugh to his heart's content.

"As expected, you are not a good person."

Namgung Hwang did not even need to answer and just drew his sword.

At that, Banjeok Myeong took the stance of the Hundred Strikes Art.

A stance with his two fists clenched and brought to his upper body, and his upper body slightly bent.

It was a sight that anyone who had learned the orthodox martial arts would find pathetic or sneer at. But Namgung Hwang did not.

Because he could feel that a power that seed it would explode at any mont was condensed.

Namgung Hwang, who raised his sword and aid at Banjeok Myeong.

A cold killing intent and a sharp strong qi were waving on the straight sword body with a blue light.

The absolute realm.

The realm of the absolute.

The storytellers who liked to talk said so. That the absolute realm was the profound realm and could exert the sword ring.

What was the sword ring?

It was said to be a bead made by condensing and condensing the strong qi and then throwing it.

That was bullshit. The realm of a martial artist started with the sword qi and ended with the strong qi. There was nothing after that. The absolute realm was no different. It was just that he could exert a stronger strong qi, and a higher realm was not allowed to humans.

But there was one thing to be sure of. That not all strong qi was the sa. A person who had just started to exert the strong qi could break a rock, but the strong qi of the absolute realm could split a small mountain in its entirety.

How could a human body handle such destructive power?

So there was no need to condense and condense the strong qi, and to make it into a bead just to look good and then throw it?

It was a useless thing.

The sword ring or the saber ring, it was just the imagination of the storytellers.

So the strong qi that was waving on Namgung Hwang's sword blade now was one of the most terrifying powers allowed to humans.

Thwack!

Namgung Hwang shot forward and stretched out his sword.

The sword techniques were aningless.

Although it had been decades since he had learned the Emperor's Sword, which was passed down only to the heads of the Namgung family, he had not used any techniques for over a decade. Because there was no need to.

There was no characteristic of the sword that was flashy or complicated.

It was just as fast as a ray of light, and it was so powerful that it could pierce anything in its way. But that alone was enough for the sword power of the absolute realm.

Banjeok Myeong also knew that danger.

Banjeok Myeong, who kicked the ground and shot forward.

He gathered all the power he could exert and put it into his right fist.

The Immortal Demonic Aura, which had regained its powerful dignity by absorbing even the Heavenly Phoenix Vermilion Bird Art!

He intended to send the Sword Saint of the Blue Sky flying with that power.

He intended to smash the nightmare of his childhood with one punch at this mont.

"Go!"

The fist that contained all of Banjeok Myeong's everything stretched out in a straight line.

Towards the single sword strike exerted by the Sword Saint of the Blue Sky.

But.

Stab!

"......!"

The sword of the Sword Saint of the Blue Sky, Namgung Hwang, hotly, very hotly, dug into Banjeok Myeong's chest.

And deeply. The sword blade pierced through his back.

Just before the clash, he had slightly turned the direction and had avoided a head-on clash, piercing Banjeok Myeong's chest.

Banjeok Myeong, who was loading his intense emotions into one punch.

Namgung Hwang saw that and easily found a gap and stabbed him.

Banjeok Myeong, who had hardened like a stone.

"Did you think that the fist art of the Fighting Demon, who could not even receive a single sword strike from the Sword Saint of Huashan, would work on ! You foolish brat!"

The mont Namgung Hwang sneered, bringing up even the Fighting Demon.

Banjeok Myeong's two feet kicked the ground.

Although most of the sword blade had pierced his chest, Banjeok Myeong was able to approach right in front of Namgung Hwang.

A person whose heart had been pierced could not do this.

Even Namgung Hwang, who was an absolute master, was startled. But even while being surprised, his two feet and one hand moved reflexively. He moved away from the rushing Banjeok Myeong and at the sa ti twisted his sword.

Grab!

Banjeok Myeong stretched out his left hand and grabbed Namgung Hwang's arm, which was stretching out the sword. And he pulled with an even stronger force. When Namgung Hwang resisted, Banjeok Myeong was pulled and approached even faster.

Thwack!

Banjeok Myeong's fist, which was soaring, cutting through the air.

Namgung Hwang twisted his upper body and tilted his head back.

But.

Thwack!

What Banjeok Myeong had aid for from the beginning was Namgung Hwang's arm.

The elbow that followed after the fist had cut through the air struck Namgung Hwang's arm, which was stretching out the sword.

Namgung Hwang, who had the bone of his arm broken, let go of his sword and retreated.

He had no choice.

Because Banjeok Myeong was unfolding the second elbow attack, the Mountain Crushing Elbow, in a row without finishing with one blow.

"......!"

Namgung Hwang, who was greatly surprised at the sha of letting go of his sword and retreating, and at the sight of Banjeok Myeong attacking even though his chest had been pierced.

Banjeok Myeong pulled out the sword that was piercing his chest.

Spurt!

Blood spurted out once, but that was all.

The hole in his chest healed and the wound also recovered quickly.

The Immortal Demonic Aura, when it was normal and at its peak, was worthy of being called immortal like this.

"Hehe! To think that you could also be cunning, I'm still far from it."

"You, what on earth are you!"

Namgung Hwang was looking at him with a face that said he could not understand at all.

Banjeok Myeong looked back at that face and twisted his lips.

He must have lived peacefully even after doing such a cruel thing. While he was struggling to live and to shake off his fear, they must have been revered by the people of the Orthodox Faction and had been arrogant to their heart's content. Although it was a mory of fear for him, it must have been just a mory of the past for them.

"The one who was hit writhes in pain, but the one who hit doesn't even rember."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Did I attack your relatives or sothing!"

"Why did you do it?"

"......!"

"What did I do wrong?"

"You brat, I have to understand what you're saying to answer!"

"What on earth did I, a five-year-old, do wrong to deserve such a cruel thing!"

"......!"

When Banjeok Myeong shouted as if he were venting his resentnt, Namgung Hwang's two eyes widened.

"A five-year-old... child...!"

Namgung Hwang's gaze turned to Banjeok Myeong's chest.

A brat who fought normally even though his heart had been pierced.

"The Immortal Demonic Aura...!"

The astonished Namgung Hwang.

To think that he had only realized it now, he must have been too soaked in peace.

"You, you were that child!"

"And you call yourself the sky of the Orthodox Faction even after trying to cruelly kill an innocent child?"

Banjeok Myeong, who had triggered his anger, broke the sword he was holding into two pieces. And he took a fighting stance towards Namgung Hwang.

"Co on, it will be different this ti. To die or to live. I'm going to be very fierce."

What would a swordsman fight with if he lost his sword?

It could not be a serious concern.

But for a swordsman of the absolute realm, it was a useless concern.

Namgung Hwang stretched out his only hand straight.

The hand sword.

The hand was a sword instead. Since a blue strong qi was waving on his bare hand, there was not much difference from when he was holding a sword. If there was a difference, it would be the length.

That the length was different ant that the distance was different. In other words, the distance between the two, who were bare-handed without a weapon, was similar.

"Since you have the Immortal Demonic Aura, you must die!"

Anger was full in the old eyes of the rushing Namgung Hwang. It was an anger towards Dugu Wujung, not Banjeok Myeong. For cutting off his arm.

"I have to die because I have the Immortal Demonic Aura? Then why did I have to die when I was five and didn't have the Immortal Demonic Aura? Why on earth?"

Banjeok Myeong, who was asking, shouting as if he were possessed.

Namgung Hwang could not answer.

He was just full of the thought that he had to kill him on this spot.

Swoosh!

Namgung Hwang's hand, which was waving with a strong qi, stretched out.

Banjeok Myeong put strength into his eyes and stretched out his fist. Just before the clash, Namgung Hwang's hand turned its trajectory. At that mont, Banjeok Myeong took a step closer and lowered his stance. As if he had been waiting, Namgung Hwang's hand, which had once again turned its trajectory, cut Banjeok Myeong's neck. It was as if he could see through how the fist fighters moved when they were close.

But he did not know. That the Hundred Strikes Art was different from the general fist arts. That the fist strike of Banjeok Myeong, in which the Hundred Strikes Art and the Immortal Demonic Aura were combined, was even more different.

Thwack!

Banjeok Myeong's left fist blocked Namgung Hwang's hand sword. He had blocked the hand sword, which was waving with the strong qi of an absolute master, with his bare fist. No. It was not a bare fist. It was a fist in which the Immortal Demonic Aura was fully condensed.

Thwack!

Although Namgung Hwang had only one arm, Banjeok Myeong's two arms were both fine. That had a great influence on the fierce battle between the two. The mont Namgung Hwang's hand sword was blocked, Banjeok Myeong's right fist struck Namgung Hwang's left side.

Namgung Hwang, who took a step back and cut down diagonally with his hand sword.

The Hundred Strikes Art aid for a fierce and aggressive fight.

Before Namgung Hwang could retreat, he began to approach, and the mont Namgung Hwang took a step back, he was already close.

Namgung Hwang's hand sword was in a state of being stretched over Banjeok Myeong's shoulder. At that, the mont Namgung Hwang bent his arm and tried to stab Banjeok Myeong's back. There was an attack that shot up like a thunderbolt in that narrow gap.

The Mountain Crushing Elbow.

An elbow attack that broke down a wall.

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!

The Mountain Crushing Elbow, which was striking Namgung Hwang's upper body indiscriminately.

Since each blow was a shock that struck with a hamr of a thousand pounds, a human body could not be fine.

"......!"

Namgung Hwang, whose eyes were wide as if they would pop out.

Thwack!

Suddenly, a roar that tore apart the eardrums burst out from the narrow gap between the two.

With that fierce explosion, the two were pushed back as if they were repelling each other.

An explosion of strong qi.

Namgung Hwang, who had noticed that it would not be beneficial for him to be in a close state, had exploded his strong qi in an instant.

Although he had barely pushed Banjeok Myeong away, it had also given a great shock to his body.

"You brat! I will surely kill you!"

Namgung Hwang, who raised his hand sword, which was waving with a blue strong qi, above his head.

The sword art of the emperor who ruled the blue sky!

From Namgung Hwang's whole body, the montum of an emperor began to be emitted explosively.

The hegemonic power of an absolute master was so ridiculous that it could split a small mountain in its entirety.

Then what about the Immortal Demonic Aura?

He was going to find out now.

Banjeok Myeong clenched his two fists and fiercely raised his whole body's strength as if he were squeezing it.

In response, the Immortal Demonic Aura ran through his whole body like a storm, wrapped around Banjeok Myeong's whole body, and condensed a powerful energy in his two fists.

Thwack!

The snow that was covering the ground around Banjeok Myeong scattered in all directions, creating a snowstorm. Banjeok Myeong's montum was like that of a ferocious beast that seed it would tear apart the heavens and the earth in all directions. In contrast, Namgung Hwang's montum was like that of an emperor who was arrogantly looking down at the enemy in front of him.

(End of Chapter)