Chapter 194
Chapter 194
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 194
Chapter Title: Yellow Dragon Calls the Wind
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Tch, too shallow.
I clicked my tongue lightly.
There was no impact from the Fear Wind Fan snagging.
The old man who'd tried to smash his own pottery had come back to life.
Flash!
The Yin Thunder Divine Sword's form blurred.
He reappeared far away.
But the sword lightning hadn't been entirely useless—blood streamed from his forehead, and his neatly tied hair had come undone, whipping in the wind.
"...Tang Clan, how did you...?"
He must've been shocked. He'd tried to hit the back of my head, only to get smacked in his own.
Then the Yin Thunder Divine Sword's face twisted in fury.
"Bi Cheon Ho Ri! You rat bastard, betraying us—"
But the Yin Thunder Divine Sword's words cut off.
Just as I'd appeared behind him, Gong Sonbeom now materialized at his rear.
"It's not betrayal. I was never your dog to begin with. I was the Tang Clan's."
Annihilation Step: Chasing Thunder, Splitting Evil.
It blended his prized Bi Cheon Evil Step with the South Palace Clan's signature technique.
Kya! Look at this guy's character. Attacking a South Palace elder with a South Palace move.
The old saying that a man's personality worsens as he nears baldness held not a shred of falsehood.
"You damned cur—"
Kwarung! Kwarung! Kwarung!
The Yin Thunder Divine Sword barely twisted his body back, drawing his sword like a bolt of lightning.
Unlike blocking my ambush, he judged Gong Sonbeom's strike too late to evade entirely.
But Gong Sonbeom responded with brilliant cunning.
His palm strike consisted of two parts.
The first, his left palm, was meant to block the sword draw.
It intercepted the Yin Thunder Divine Sword's sheathed blade at his waist.
Then, swiftly burrowing deep into the Yin Thunder Divine Sword's guard, he smashed down with his right palm.
A Thunder Seal packed with thunder qi branded darkly onto the left side of the Yin Thunder Divine Sword's chest.
Boom!
Kwaaaaang!
"Guhk—"
The Yin Thunder Divine Sword spewed blood and flew back hard.
I didn't miss the opening either, unleashing Lightning Wind Divine Step to position myself behind him.
The neatly folded Fear Wind Fan unleashed sword lightning once more. In an instant, dozens, hundreds of sword bolts etched a net across the sky.
The sword lightning spectacle that filled the world in the blink of an eye evoked the illusion of a thunderstorm raging.
Kwarung! Kwarung! Kwarung—
Mara Heaven Sword Form: Sword Net
Ten Thousand Divine Demon Style: Force Uprooting Mountains
Sword One Wave Wall: Angry Tide Momentum
Combined Form
Heaven's Net is Vast and Unsparing
One of my greatest gains from training the Reaper Bees was mastering seamless chains of the Three Sword Arts.
To deploy the right sword technique in any situation demanded exceptional proficiency and profound understanding.
But facing the Bees relying solely on the Three Sword Arts without internal energy had ingrained it perfectly into my body.
And eventually, I'd transcended that to forge combined forms.
Heaven's Net is Vast was one such creation.
Merging the Sword Net that rained down dozens of sword bolts in a single breath, Force Uprooting Mountains that maxed out muscle power, and Angry Tide Momentum that spread sword waves—it birthed a rather impressive technique.
It trapped the foe in a frenzy of whirling strikes, leaving no escape.
And that was hardly all.
Crimson Dragon Demon Body braced it solidly to keep me from getting swept up, while Black Dragon Heart Formula added fluidity, making it feel like a single art.
And then.
Today's newest creation, Yellow Dragon Calls the Wind, added even greater depth.
Yellow Dragon Calls the Wind formed the foundational skeleton of the Three Sword Arts.
Each breath, motion, and technique infused with the Yellow Dragon's exhalation amplified the power to its peak.
Thanks to it, the Heaven's Net whirlwind of sword waves created the illusion of a Yellow Dragon manifesting and thrashing about.
The wind became armor shielding me, a spear sharpening my offense, a hidden weapon menacing the enemy.
Yellow Dragon Calls the Wind
Storm
Kwarung! Kwarung! Kwarurung!
Rumble—
Kwarung! Kwarung! Kwarung!!
The Yin Thunder Divine Sword's hands and feet flailed frantically.
"!!!"
Even blocking my pouring sword qi was dizzying enough.
The problem was Gong Sonbeom, attempting a joint assault, going all out too.
Pat, pat, pat, pat—
Four Gong Sonbeoms rocketed through Wall Mountain Manor, each unleashing Instant Step, Dull Heaven, Silver Form, and Annihilation.
These were the techniques that had threatened me, so his skill was exceptional—and bolstered by a month's training, the destructive power defied description.
Puk! Puk! Puk! Puk!
Kwarung! Kwarung! Kwarung—
A chaotic melee erupted.
"You bastard! Youuuu!!"
The Yin Thunder Divine Sword, now beyond disheveled into the look of a condemned criminal, bellowed wildly.
Betrayal by trusted Gong Sonbeom, an unforeseen ambush, and my strength beyond all expectations.
No wonder he was losing his mind.
The problem was his reinforcements, the Dark Soul Troop, were equally disorganized.
Losing their captain and vice-captain at once had thrown their command structure into chaos.
And that led to even greater losses.
We'd struck first and fastest, but the Reaper Bees—arriving a beat later yet still ambushing successfully—had joined the fray.
Shuuuush—
Iron arrows rained from the sky like a downpour.
The Wild Wind Brigade's signature weapon, packed with gunpowder in the arrowheads.
Dark Fire Arrows.
Kwarung!
"Kraaagh!"
"Aaagh!"
The Dark Soul Troop died pierced by blind arrows or swept up in chain explosions even behind sword barriers.
The suddenly spreading Dark Fire Poison Smoke carried vicious toxin that choked their breaths. With Bone-Scorching Powder's effect too, the air reeked of searing flesh.
At that moment, the iron-masked Reaper Bees charged in unison.
Leading were the Execution Trio.
Dang Gyujin, hooded in a blue demon mask, cackled as he sprayed blood.
Yu Sumin calmly sliced through foes, while Sima Seon-ui plunged into the enemy heart, picking off elites.
The Execution Trio shattered the Dark Soul Troop's formation from the center.
Even as the scattered survivors tried regrouping, the encircling Reaper Bees crushed them helplessly.
The Dark Soul Troop was an assassination unit, after all. Chaos like this exposed their weaknesses.
A perfectly executed group battle, encirclement, and annihilation.
"The reverse use of Bi Cheon Ho Ri's intel as a double-agent ploy... It had me in awe the whole time!"
"Indeed! Without Young Commander's foresight, it never could've been deployed as strategy or tactic!"
"Show those foolish South Palace dogs the terror of our Young Commander!!"
Unlike the spirits' fussing, this tactic's true MVP was Gong Sonbeom.
All along, he'd fooled the South Palace fools by pretending to earn my trust for the North Nether Sword while infiltrating the Reaper Bees.
Blinded by North Nether Sword and Hell Arts, they'd had no choice but to dig a trap for me.
I'd turned it against them for a one-sweep victory.
Thus, the Dark Soul Troop fell in. And now the Yin Thunder Divine Sword too.
I'd hoped the Third Battle Line Commander South Palace Hyung-shik might show, but that was greedy even by my standards. Abandon.
Instead, killing South Palace Castle was triumph enough.
Dark Soul Mute Star's fame had reached even my ears as Young Commander.
A figure who warranted caution from Third Battle Line heavyweights. In time, South Palace's peerless talent.
That's why Gong Sonbeom and I targeted him first in the ambush. Next, Vice-Commander South Palace Young.
Some argued for capture and interrogation, but vetoed. These weren't pushovers for gentle handling. Interrogation could wait via spirit-binding arts.
And luckily, the assassinations succeeded.
"Our Reaper Bees' first battle! Anyone who dies won't be forgiven—I'll drag you back from hell by the collar! Fight tooth and nail to survive! Claim victory and revel in joy!! Kick those South Palace asses, you lot—!!"
I roared to the heavens like a lion.
The echo boomed.
The Bees responded with fierce vigor.
"Pahaha! Right! That's how it's done for the thrill!"
"Follow the Bee Lord!"
"Kill 'em allll!!"
Kagagang!
Puk! Puk! Puk! Puk—
In the end, scarcely any Dark Soul Troopers stood properly.
The Yin Thunder Divine Sword's eyes blazed as he retreated.
"You scum, Little Reaper Bees!! Think you'll get away with such vile tricks? As an upright warrior of the jianghu, have you no shame in these schemes?!"
Trying to rile me with a hero's rebuke since force failed? As if.
"What're you yapping, you loser?"
"W-What!?"
"Your tactics are cool and righteous, but ours are sneaky and unfilial bullshit?"
"T-This!"
"So getting that bullshit thrown at you makes you... just idiots?"
"You wenchhh!!"
The Yin Thunder Divine Sword's face flushed crimson.
Red Thunder suited him better than Yin.
Gaaaa—
The Yin Thunder Divine Sword pulled his sword inward.
Aura swirled inward, then thunder qi erupted explosively.
Kwarurung!
Sword waves raged.
Yin Thunder Heaven-Shocking Sword Form
Thunder Tide Whale Wave
Three of the four Gong Sonbeoms cornering him shredded instantly. The last retreated hastily.
Crackle, crackle!
Indeed, among attributes, none matched thunder's raw destruction.
See? Head-on clash, and Gong Sonbeom—weaker in thunder force—gets pushed back.
So I should retreat too, right?
Yellow Dragon Calls the Wind
Yellow Dragon Rides the Wind Home
In that instant, one image filled my mind.
A radiant Yellow Dragon, sun-like and beautiful, surveying the world from the heavens, exhaling long.
That exhalation becomes wind, the wind clouds, raining upon the world.
Rain nurturing crops is the Yellow Dragon's blessing, its grace.
I sought to become that dragon, wrapped in such clouds, summoning propitious winds and rains.
"Haaa......!"
Thus... the Yellow Dragon's breath became wind.
The wind a gale, the gale instantly encircling my body in nine layers like a sturdy wall. Whirling Wind Ninefold.
Kwaaang!
I stomped the ground fiercely, hurling my body into the Thunder Tide Whale Wave via Cheonshin High's method.
Lightning is a force ruled by dragons alongside rain and wind. It could not defy a dragon's will.
In this moment, I was the dragon—thus fearing no lightning. Rather, it empowered me.
Moreover.
I had the Western Heaven White Robe, loaned by the Dark Lord to keep me unscathed.
The invincible armor that enabled Western Flower Rain Companion Dark Lord's legend.
The Yin Thunder Divine Sword's waves?
A mere old vice-commander's strikes held no terror.
Kwaaaaaang!
The Yellow Dragon's gale became a tempest, shredding the thunder waves to bits.
Clothes scorched or torn by debris fragments mended instantly.
Flutter— whoosh!
Instead, the long, trailing white robe filled the sky like a banner.
In the Yin Thunder Divine Sword's shocked pupils, two characters gleamed atop the pristine banner.
"We... stern...?"
Trembling eyes.
A word never expected here appeared.
His paling face matched the shrill scream.
"You, could you be the Dark Lord's successor—"
No time to heed a dying geezer's prattle.
I unleashed a palm. The gale gathered in my palm, laden with Yellow Dragon fury, becoming a howling blast. Howling Blast Palm.
Kwaaaaaang—!!
An earth-shaking boom like cannon fire rocked the area, revealing the Yin Thunder Divine Sword clutching his shattered sword in horror.
His skin blued. Lotus Blossom Blue Poison, force-infiltrated via my weighted hand method, bloomed profusely.
Pity for him: the utter surprise ambush left no chance for full power.
At least Wandering Sword Emperor got to unleash his swordsmanship; this fool hadn't even touched the "Yin" of Yin Thunder Heaven-Shocking Sword Form. Death like a dog's.
That'd been the plan from the start.
"Last one, old timer. Block this."
Shieeeek!
Three-Stage Battle exploded the Three Great Ultimates' power, overheating my nerves in a flash.
Flash!
My eyes gleamed with return-to-nature light.
Crimson Dragon Demon Body: Fire Dragon Demon God.
Ultimate might loaded into my right elbow.
The Yellow Dragon's gale morphed into razor fangs.
Fang Wind. Fang Wind Piercing Sun.
Puuuuk!
Fang Wind shattered sword qi and protective aura, punching through his solar plexus. A gaping wind hole bored through his chest center.
The Yin Thunder Divine Sword's gaping mouth hinted at unspoken words.
But before he could, I twisted and stomped down in retreat step.
Demon Wind Kick.
This time, the Yin Thunder Divine Sword's skull truly shattered.
Crack! Crunch!
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