Sweat, no longer just beading on my forehead, began to stream down.
"That reaction! You... you were the real one."
Inside my body, the yang qi was clumping together, scattering, going here and there, creating a complete ss. If I were to open my mouth, the acupoint I had barely blocked would surely be pierced, and the yang qi would imdiately shoot up to my Baekhoe.
If that happened, I would be a confird idiot.
I shook my head from side to side.
I didn't know if I was the real one or the fake one, but what was certain was that I was neither the real nor the fake that Yang So-pyeong was talking about.
"A strong denial is an affirmation, they say."
I couldn't understand why he had even asked in the first place.
* * *
Yang So-pyeong had thought he was the protagonist of this world.
A body different from others and the intelligence to utilize it.
So, he thought it was natural to stand out from other children of his age and receive various benefits.
Envy and jealousy were always for him.
Yang So-pyeong also accepted that as a matter of course.
But reality was not like that.
He was just a well-made substitute.
In this world, there were a very small number of real ones.
They were dazzling and shone alone.
Unlike him, you could tell they were the real ones at a glance.
On that day, he realized that this world was run by countless fakes who were sacrificed for a very small number of real ones.
The role he was assigned was that of a substitute for the real one.
The Six Yang Divine ridian, which he had thought he was chosen for, was just a misunderstanding.
-You are lucky. You would have been a life that just ended as a fake like the others, but you were born with sothing that is just right to use. The Six Yang Divine ridian, I an.
One day, a figure wearing a demon mask resembling a rabbit appeared.
-But it's a pity. It would have been better if it were the Fire Dragon Saintly Bones, but you were born with a half-asure. Choose. Whether you will live as a fake or beco the real one. Because fate is on the side of those who choose for themselves.
On that day, Yang So-pyeong chose to beco the real one.
The rabbit mask told him how he could beco the real one.
And so, he beca the real one... or so he believed.
And now, only one step remained to beco the real one.
"I will beco the real one!"
Yang So-pyeong combined the seventh great ridian, the thod the rabbit mask had told him.
Originally, up to the sixth great ridian was the limit given to him by the heavens. And now that he had surpassed that limit, Yang So-pyeong had finally beco the real one from a fake, from a substitute.
He was feeling a fullness in his body that he had never felt before.
And the maid who was watching that was smiling brightly.
"Burn more! To the point where you even swallow yourself!"
Unfortunately, although he had used it well so far, it seed that its use was up to here.
This is why fakes were no good. If you're a fake, you should live as a fake, but fakes, not knowing their place, always wanted to beco the real one.
Well, all the plans had gone up in smoke, but it didn't really matter.
Because there were plenty of things in this world to replace the fake.
It was just a little regrettable that among the fakes, he was a rather useful fake.
And the rabbit had already found a new substitute. A fake that was closer to the real one than the previous substitute! The place the rabbit's eyes were heading was where Yoo Jae-ha was.
"If that child survives this duel, I can use him as a new substitute."
Usually, all fakes want to beco the real one.
If you just praise their enthusiastic part a little, they will co over right away, just like before.
And he had a good feeling that this substitute would be more real than any other substitute so far.
* * *
If there is a real and a fake, I would just give it to you and tell you to be the real one.
Living the life of a real one was comfortable and good, but this life now was also not bad.
No! It could be said to be a honey deal itself.
The problem was the major premise that I had to get out of here alive.
Suddenly, the guy, on his own, starts to get all worked up, saying, 'I will beco the real one,' and starts to raise his montum. His muscles were undulating, his hair was shooting up, and his eyeballs were slightly bulging out scarily. It was certain that he was doing sothing he shouldn't be doing.
Even though there was quite a distance, my skin was burning. It's a ss inside, and it's a complete ss outside. It's a truly shitty world.
I can guarantee that if anyone other than had been in this place right now, they would have died with their whole body on fire.
It was a truly divine move that my hyung-nim was eliminated in the round of 16. I had never imagined that Yang So-pyeong was hiding this much power.
Fortunately, thanks to the guy's chattering, I was able to buy so ti to calm down the fire in my body.
And so, the one chance I got.
I had given up on winning in the first place.
Because in the current situation, my survival cos before winning.
It's a struggle to live, to live a better life, but if you die, it's all aningless, isn't it?
I have lived a life where the urine that has not stained my pants is still less than the urine that has.
At the very least, shouldn't I see my stream of urine stretching out coolly more often before I die!
Right! The martial prowess Yang So-pyeong is showing now has far surpassed that of a rising star. If that guy wins, everyone will understand. They will comfort , saying that I fought well even though I lost. And if they were to throw stones at , I was confident that I could retort, 'If you're so unhappy, why don't you fight him yourself?'
What was certain was that the Six Yang Divine ridian was definitely the real deal. To say you'll beco the real one when you're obviously the real one. That guy was definitely a deceiver. I vowed that I would never fight guys who are called by so-and-so constitution in the future.
'Let's perform the Twin Poles, the Three-Legged Crow, and then get thrown out of bounds by the rebound!'
The plan was perfect.
"Die."
With one word, Yang So-pyeong kicked off his foot. The mont I realized that, Yang So-pyeong had already reached in front of .
The saber is swung. The saber, which held a trendous heat, was glowing red. The illusion of the space distorting arises. And at the end of that saber, I could see sothing like a liquid dripping. It seed to be molten iron.
It's a high heat that can even lt iron, but a human body is enduring it. The Six Yang Divine ridian, truly a heaven beyond heaven! As expected, you win! Without even ti to admire it anymore, I extended both my hands.
And I released all the energy I had been suppressing in my body at once.
The second technique of the Reversal of Heaven.
The Twin Poles, the Three-Legged Crow.
The great saber Yang So-pyeong had swung and my Twin Poles t. There was no sound at all.
A red circle was visible.
With the feeling of the space being compressed into a circle, my body was sucked in. A trendous heat was felt from the circle. I knew that if my body were to be sucked in there, I would die without even leaving ashes. I was able to stop by imdiately planting my feet into the tournant stage.
At that mont, the circle began to expand. After that, a loud noise was heard.
Crash, crash, crash, crash!
A shockwave ca over my whole body. My arms and legs shook as if they would fall off.
And my body was flying in the air. I looked at the tournant stage that was getting farther away, let out a sigh of relief, and closed my eyes.
'Finally, I'm free from this hell.'
Thud.
My body finally fell to the ground. But the feeling was strange. I should have fallen on the dirt floor, but it was as hard as if I had fallen on a stone plate.
When I looked down, I had fallen on the edge of the tournant stage.
Even with that much of a shockwave, I had only flown this far? For a mont, I rembered that I had planted my feet up to my ankles in the tournant stage just before.
Swish.
And the sound of soone kicking off the ground is heard.
When I raised my head, Yang So-pyeong was running towards . Yang So-pyeong had endured the shockwave without even planting his feet. The good thing was that Yang So-pyeong was also not normal. He had clashed head-on with the Twin Poles, the Three-Legged Crow. The saber he had always been carrying was nowhere to be seen.
His clothes, except for his lower garnts, had been burned away, and there were scorched wounds on his revealed body.
"I will beco the real one!"
Yang So-pyeong kicks up his foot.
Thwack!
It accurately hits my chin. My face contorts rcilessly. My body shoots up. As my body is about to fall due to gravity, Yang So-pyeong starts to throw punches. My body, in response to Yang So-pyeong's punches, seed to be about to fall, but then stood up again, repeating the process.
And I didn't even have the strength to lift a finger now.
The yang energy of the Six Yang Divine ridian was continuously entering my body.
From the outside, the impact was ringing to my bones.
I could continuously taste blood in my mouth.
A burning sll was coming up from inside. That was being repeated.
'I-if this continues, I'll really die.'
Either I'll be beaten to death, or my insides will burn up with yang energy.
"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"
Yang So-pyeong's attacks beca more and more fierce. And the higher-ups seed to have no intention of stopping this duel.
A duel that would only end when one of the two died.
Ah...
I didn't want to go this far.
Because the mont I cross the line I'm standing on now, I will surely die.
But if I'm going to die even if I stay still, what I have to choose is all too clear.
* * *
The Grand Elder had been watching with so interest at first.
Because the level of exchanging blows with the guy nad Yang So-pyeong was better than he thought.
A movent that surpassed the Peak.
But it wasn't that he had entered the Transcendent Peak.
However, he was imitating the movents of the Transcendent Peak to so extent. And both of them were.
Those two had already surpassed the level of a rising star.
But after Yang So-pyeong's first blow succeeded on Yoo Jae-ha, the situation began to tilt rapidly.
That's right. The opponent is the owner of the Six Yang Divine ridian. Yang energy must have penetrated at the sa ti as the attack.
Yoo Jae-ha's movents beca dull.
He was being swayed by the penetrated yang energy.
And he could see that this was the limit of the child nad Yoo Jae-ha.
The Lord will also co to his senses when he sees that.
Expecting that, he glanced at the Lord, but the Lord was looking at the duel with the sa expressionless face as before.
To maintain his composure even in this situation, the Lord seed to be completely bewitched by that young brat.
But when that young brat becos a bloody ss and all his internal organs burn up into a handful of ashes, the Lord will also admit that he was wrong.
And a surprising thing happened. The guy who was thought to be finished soon had endured once more with a rather strange technique.
As expected, the Lord was not bewitched for no reason.
He has a trick up his sleeve.
To be honest, if he hadn't known about that guy in advance, he himself would have almost been bewitched by that one move just now.
Anyone would think he was a thousand-year-old fox wearing a human mask.
And this ti, the Grand Elder thought it was really the end.
Because unlike Yoo Jae-ha, who was faltering, Yang So-pyeong was continuously surpassing his own limits. To be precise, it wasn't that he had really surpassed them.
That was a kind of technique used with one's life as collateral. A technique that a martial artist would never use, unless it was a once-in-a-lifeti important mont or with the determination of a desperate struggle.
But the child nad Yang So-pyeong was doing it without hesitation. Considering Yang So-pyeong's remaining period as a martial artist, it could be said to be the worst move, but it also showed how important this Divine Demon Tournant was to that child.
The spirit that that child was showing.
'Compared to that brat nad Yoo Jae-ha, that child is at least worth looking at.'
The Grand Elder was genuinely impressed.
Now, as if to really finish it, Yang So-pyeong closes the distance in an instant. Yoo Jae-ha, as if he had not yet fully recovered from the shock just now, was standing with his body limp and without any movent. Yang So-pyeong's one-sided attack continued. Yoo Jae-ha just let his body be swayed by Yang So-pyeong's swings.
His face was stained with blood, and his arms and legs were dangling limply. The fact that he was vomiting blood every ti he was hit in the abdon showed that he had suffered quite a significant internal injury.
The Grand Elder looked at the Lord once again.
The Lord was still looking at the duel calmly. At this, the Grand Elder clicked his tongue inwardly.
'Even at this point, you still haven't given up?'
The Grand Elder looked at the tournant stage.
He thought it was rather for the better.
There was no need for him to step in.
At this rate, that child will die.
'Just die there!'
The external injuries were one thing, but the bigger problem was the enormous amount of yang energy that had penetrated from the Six Yang Divine ridian.
By now, a burning sll would be coming up from his internal organs.
As if to finish it slowly, he could see the child of the Six Yang Divine ridian raising his energy.
'This is the end.'
The mont that one blow reaches, Yoo Jae-ha will not be able to be saved even if a great immortal cos.
The child of the Six Yang Divine ridian swung his fist.
"Hey! Shit!"
It was just then that the curse was heard.
Has he lost his mind and finally gone crazy as death approaches?
But the Grand Elder's eyes, who was watching that, were wide open as if they would pop out.
The Grand Elder, Deung Un-hwi, slowly turns his head again.
Smirk. The Heavenly Demon, Hyeok Sa-wol, was wearing a darker smile than ever before. It was an expression that Deung Un-hwi had never seen before since he had served Hyeok Sa-wol.
And Deung Un-hwi turned his head back to the tournant stage.
"This can't be."
He had opened his mouth and made a sound without realizing it. It would probably be the sa for the others who were watching this scene now.
The Sura Cult Lord's pupils were trembling continuously. The Blood Demon was not much different. The Divine Monk seed surprisingly calm, but he was chanting the Buddhist prayer twice as fast as before.
The elders were even more of a spectacle.
They were shedding tears among themselves and repeating the words, 'I believed! I did not doubt!'
What was certain was that the Lord had not told them.
Because he hadn't even told the Young Lord yet.
No! In general, it wasn't sothing that could be learned just by being told.
The Heavenly Demon Divine Art.
Only the Heavenly Demon can learn it, and it is the strongest among the existing yang-attribute martial arts.
What Yoo Jae-ha was performing now was clearly the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, no matter how you looked at it.
In other words, this ant only one thing.
That he had been taught the Heavenly Demon Divine Art by soone other than the Lord.
And looking at the previous situations, it was safe to say that the foundation for learning the Heavenly Demon Divine Art had been laid. Because he had endured the yang energy of the Six Yang Divine ridian.
Who on earth had taught that child the Heavenly Demon Divine Art?
The answer to this could be known without even having to think about it.
Because in this world, there was only one person who could do such a thing. The deceased previous Lord.
The superhuman who had driven out the wicked Orthodox Faction and laid the foundation for the era of the Great Demonic Path.
The Radiant Heavenly Demon, Yoo Jin-seong.
Now that it has co to this. How can one deny it?
The Grand Elder, Deung Un-hwi, had no choice but to admit it.
It wasn't there, but it appeared!
It was attached from the beginning!
The old midwife was senile!
Deung Un-hwi, without realizing it, opened his mouth with a reverent heart as he looked at the tournant stage.
"Ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years..."
(End of Chapter)
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