Chapter 252
Chapter 252
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 252
Chapter Title: There's a Fist Demon in Mount Hua (2)
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Damho didn't turn to look back.
Whether the Mount Hua Sect disciples followed him or not, it didn't matter. His gaze was fixed solely on one man: Sang Hancheon. But to reach Sang Hancheon, there was a gateway he had to cross.
Hwaryul and Dan Hosang were the very obstacles blocking Damho's path. They approached with heavy steps.
Damho strode toward them as well.
Tsss!
Red steam rose around his body. The blood coating him was evaporating.
Dan Hosang shook his head at the sight of Damho emitting crimson haze.
"Whew! A mountain beyond every mountain."
His condition after facing Cho Yeonun was far from normal. But he couldn't afford to sit back and rest leisurely.
The man before him was the most dangerous figure in the martial world. He couldn't whine about his poor state against such an opponent.
Dan Hosang gripped his spear with all his might.
On the other hand, one man burned with fighting spirit. He was none other than Mad Demon Hall Leader Hwaryul.
True to form as the master leading the battle-mad Mad Demon Hall, he never let his zeal wane, no matter the circumstances.
He even smiled at Damho.
"Heh heh! So you're the Fist Demon. Not bad at all."
Sweat beaded in his palms, and chills raced down his spine. It had been ages since he'd felt this level of危機. That made it all the more thrilling.
Pat!
In that instant, Damho kicked off the ground.
"Hup!"
Kwaduduk!
Hwaryul channeled his qi to block Damho's attack head-on. His already massive muscles swelled even larger.
Beast Demon Art.
It was the Demonic Cult's secret ultimate technique that had made Hwaryul the Mad Demon Hall Leader. A monstrous art that only those born with innate superhuman strength and sturdy bones could cultivate.
Damho's attack was blocked for the first time. Hwaryul seized Damho's fist with his palm.
"Got you."
Hwaryul bared his yellowed teeth in a grin.
Dan Hosang didn't miss the opening and thrust his spear.
Shweeeek!
The eerie whoosh filled the air, and for a moment, everyone imagined Damho being skewered by Dan Hosang's spear.
At that instant, Damho's body spun around. Simultaneously, Hwaryul's massive frame, which had been gripping Damho's arm, was flung into the air as if by magic before crashing to the ground.
Earth Shaking Strike had been unleashed.
Kaang!
Dan Hosang's spear struck Hwaryul's back. Fortunately, Hwaryul's beastified body was harder than steel and deflected the spear. But the impact that followed dwarfed Dan Hosang's spear strike.
Kwaaaang!
Hwaryul's enormous body slammed into the earth, unleashing an explosion like a thunderbolt cannon across Mount Hua.
"Krgh!"
Hwaryul shook his head.
Despite the tremendous impact, he hadn't suffered major internal injuries or wounds. In his beastified state, his body was invincible.
"You bastard!"
Hwaryul roared as he rose.
Kwajik!
In that moment, Damho's knee smashed into his jaw. Hwaryul's head snapped back like a spring.
No external wounds marred his flesh, but the brain shake left him dazed. Damho's elbow then crashed into Hwaryul's temple.
Kwang!
"Krgh!"
Hwaryul staggered back. His vision doubled and tripled, tinnitus piercing his eardrums, preventing him from regaining his senses.
"Halt!"
Dan Hosang hurled his spear at Hwaryul's peril. But Damho was no longer there. He had already circled behind Hwaryul.
Kwang!
Short Yang Strike landed on the back of Hwaryul's head.
"You sly bastard!"
Dan Hosang trembled with rage.
Damho was using the disoriented Hwaryul as a shield for his attacks.
Dripping water could pierce stone given time. Damho's assault was much the same.
It seemed random at a glance, but he relentlessly targeted only Hwaryul's head.
Kwang! Kwang!
Hwaryul's head bounced like an abacus bead, this way and that.
Dan Hosang tried to rescue Hwaryul from Damho's grasp. But he couldn't instantly deal with Damho hiding behind Hwaryul's massive frame.
"Krgh!"
Then it happened. Hwaryul, who had been taking blows nonstop, snapped out of it. In his moment of crisis, the Beast Demon Art awakened his chaotic mind.
Feeling toyed with, Hwaryul erupted with all his inner energy. He expanded his protective aura to shake Damho off.
Kukukwa!
The protective aura instantly expanded its domain, engulfing Damho.
Any sane person would dodge the protective aura and retreat to wait for another chance. But Damho wasn't one for common sense.
Kuuu!
A single qi current swirled around Damho's body. Explosive Demon Scripture.
Explosive strength clashed with protective aura, triggering a chain explosion.
Kukukwa-kwang!
"Grk!"
The successive blasts were so intense that Dan Hosang, who had been seeking an opening, had no choice but to fall back. The qi explosion obscured his vision.
Kwagak!
Amid the massive explosion came an incongruous sound.
'A strike?'
Dan Hosang's superhuman senses recognized it as the sound of pummeling flesh.
"Damn it!"
Realizing his mistake too late, Dan Hosang thrust his spear repeatedly into the explosion.
One of the Soul-Chasing Spear Technique's ultimate moves, Soul-Chasing Light Annihilation, unfolded.
The spear seemed to split into dozens, stabbing countless spaces at once.
It looked indiscriminate and merciless, but he artfully avoided Hwaryul. He trusted his keen senses.
Spear strikes laced with qi poured down like rain.
Suddenly, Dan Hosang's eyebrows twitched. He felt resistance in his grip on the spear shaft. The sensation of the blade piercing flesh.
'Got him.'
He inwardly cheered and tried to pull back the spear. But it was stuck fast, like wedged in a massive boulder crevice.
"Grk!"
Only then did Dan Hosang realize something was wrong.
Paeang!
The spear shaft he held firmly began spinning at terrifying speed. Unable to withstand the ferocious rotation, Dan Hosang let go.
His palms were skinned raw, exposing red flesh. Shame overshadowed pain on his face.
A spearman who prided himself had lost his weapon. For such a warrior, nothing could be more humiliating. But he couldn't stand there stunned forever.
Dan Hosang hurriedly retreated.
Shweeeek!
In that instant, the spear flew at him with ferocious momentum. It was his own spear. Dan Hosang concentrated qi into both palms to catch it.
Kwang!
"Kuhk!"
The horrifying impact made him vomit blood. His body buzzed from the massive shock. But he had reclaimed his spear.
Then the explosion ended, revealing the scene within.
Dan Hosang's eyes widened in disbelief.
Hwaryul—that massive body—hung limply by his collar in Damho's grasp. His face and body were burst and mangled, too gruesome to behold.
The flesh that had been harder than steel now oozed like an octopus dragged onto land.
No touch was needed to know.
Mad Demon Hall Leader Hwaryul was beaten to death.
With mere punches—not ultimate techniques or supreme moves—he had beaten to death Hwaryul of the world.
"My God!"
"No way!"
Damho displayed the ruthless, horrifying pinnacle of violence. And against Hwaryul of all people.
A massive hole gaped in Damho's side. No verification needed; it was from Dan Hosang's spear strike.
For an ordinary man, it would have been instantly fatal. Yet Damho had beaten Hwaryul to death while bearing it. The sight was enough to crush the Demonic Cult warriors' morale.
Damho's gaze turned to Dan Hosang.
He had faced two of the Seven Great Demon Lords, plus the Blood Name Squad and Hwaryul. His body was covered in wounds too horrific to look at. Standing with such injuries was a miracle. In truth, Damho's internal injuries were severe.
His qi and blood churned, organs shaken. The hidden wounds were worse than the visible ones.
Yet Damho stood.
The sight shook Dan Hosang to his core.
Thud!
Damho released his grip on Hwaryul. The giant's body collapsed limply.
Everyone held their breath at the horrific outcome.
Hwaryul was the Mad Demon Hall Leader. The pinnacle of battle-crazed demons. He killed others by beating, never the one beaten to death.
Yet Hwaryul had died to overwhelming violence.
An impossible event had unfolded before their eyes.
Brrr!
In the Demonic Cult warriors' eyes, Damho was no human. He was violence incarnate, a merciless beast.
Limping like a wounded beast, he stepped forward, leaving Hwaryul's corpse behind.
His arms, wrapped in Hundred Victories Battle Aura, were dyed red. The faintly visible characters glistened with unknown blood.
Blood flowing along the Hundred Victories Battle Aura dripped from Damho's fist.
Drip, drip!
The sound of blood hitting the ground echoed loudly. Mount Hua was shrouded in deathly silence.
As Damho approached, Dan Hosang retreated. His eyes shook uncontrollably.
His hand trembled on the spear.
Only then did Dan Hosang realize he feared Damho. His body reacted before his mind.
"Krk!"
Humiliation flushed Dan Hosang's face.
The seat of the Seven Great Demon Lords wasn't easily won. It was glory seized through countless life-or-death battles. He had fought innumerable foes, staining his hands with their blood.
Emotions had worn thin, humanity shattered. He thought he felt no fear, no human sentiments. But facing Damho made him realize how human he still was.
Damho took a step forward. Dan Hosang took two back. Then his foot caught on something, halting him. An unidentified corpse.
Only then did Dan Hosang face his reality and grit his teeth. Everyone watched him—the Demonic Cult warriors and Mount Hua Sect disciples alike. Retreating further meant the end of his life as a warrior.
'To think this day would come.'
Dan Hosang gripped his spear tightly, steeling himself.
The only thing he could trust was this one spear.
Then it came.
"No need to shrink back, Elder Dan."
A voice pierced Dan Hosang's ears. Turning, he saw Sang Hancheon watching him with cold eyes.
"It's all bravado."
"Bravado?"
"See those wounds? He's struggling just to move under his own power right now."
At Sang Hancheon's words, Dan Hosang examined Damho closely.
The face that seemed coldly impassive was utterly bloodless. His body was plastered with grievous wounds.
Especially the hole in his side still oozed fresh blood. From his own Soul-Chasing Spear.
Damho's body trembled faintly, on the verge of collapse. After battling Heaven's Voice and True Mercy House, then the tenacious Blood Name Squad, and reaching here without rest, Damho hadn't paused once.
No matter his superhuman stamina and willpower, he was human—flesh and blood. Limits would come. And Damho's had now reached theirs.
Only then did Dan Hosang recall that his attack had landed. The fighting spirit that had faded reignited in his eyes.
Sang Hancheon gestured at the sight. Over a hundred Mad Demon Hall warriors surged around Dan Hosang.
They intended a joint assault. Normally, pride would forbid Dan Hosang from accepting, but this time he made an exception.
Dan Hosang and the Mad Demon Hall warriors advanced on Damho, ablaze with zeal. In that moment, Damho silently reached into his robes.
A single pill in his hand: the Life-Reversing Poison Pill. Without hesitation, Damho popped it into his mouth.
Color returned to his pale face. A cold smile curled Damho's lips. The Life-Reversing Poison Pill from Jong Ri-yeon was the real deal.
Vitality surged through his weary body.
"Wh-what?"
As Dan Hosang recoiled in shock, Damho launched himself at him and the Mad Demon Hall warriors.
"Here I come."
"Waaaaah!"
The Mount Hua Sect warriors followed in his wake.