Chapter 87
Chapter 87
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: Heavenly Demon Vajra Body
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Martial God (87)
Heavenly Demon Vajra Body
Ak Muyoo lifted Geopma.
Chaaang!
“Ugh!”
A sharp metallic sound rang out, followed by immense pressure slamming into his entire body.
Ak Muyoo rolled again. As soon as he stopped rolling, he sprang right back up.
Pukeok!
This time, a dull thud erupted from his side. Adalta had closed in and struck his flank.
“Keuk!”
This time, he rolled sideways.
Blood trickled from beneath the sand-proof mask. But Ak Muyoo paid it no mind. He shot to his feet.
Chaeng!
He raised Geopma in front of his throat, blocking Adalta’s Red Wolf Demon Sword. Immense pressure battered him, and he rolled away once more.
“Why is he doing that?”
Water Demon Neongok gazed at Ak Muyoo with a puzzled expression. Up until now, Ak Muyoo had been fierce and ruthless. No one had been able to block the weapon he swung.
Yet now, he was completely overwhelmed.
It was a situation that didn’t make immediate sense.
“That’s...”
Gold Demon Seokdae tilted his head.
“Why?”
Fire Demon Jeokun asked.
“The technique that bastard’s using seems like blade aura to me. What do you think?”
“Of course it’s blade aura. Would the leader of an organization swing around a mere club?”
“Then why is that ridiculous guy completely fine?”
Seokdae pointed at Ak Muyoo.
“Well... you’re right.”
Jeokun’s eyes widened.
Blade aura could slice through iron like tofu. Of course, a warrior who had just grasped blade aura would have a weak version. But the one unleashing it now was the head of an organization. He was probably around the same level as the Hundred Radiant Demons, maybe. Blade aura from such a warrior truly cut iron like tofu.
Yet he was taking it with his bare body.
“Euuk!”
This time, Ak Muyoo, struck in the back, rolled forward.
“Is that even possible?”
Jeokun asked.
“It is if you combine those four things.”
Gold Demon Seokdae said.
The group turned to Seokdae.
“Beast sense, Black Demon Vajra Body, six senses enlightenment, and that sand-proof robe.”
“What does that even do?”
Jeokun asked.
“First, complete the Black Demon Vajra Body to achieve the Vajra Indestructible Divine Body. Of course, even completing the Black Demon Vajra Body doesn’t mean you can withstand a blade aura-infused sword. But put on the sand-proof robe, and it changes.”
“The robe filters it once, and the Black Demon Vajra Body filters it again?”
Neongok asked.
“You also need beast sense for dynamic vision and six senses enlightenment to maximize bodily sensations.”
“What’s that for?”
“To slightly dodge or deflect your body the instant the blade aura hits, reducing the impact from the aura.”
“That’s possible?”
“I thought it was absolutely impossible until I saw this guy.”
“Keuk!”
Ak Muyoo kept rolling around. Judging by the situation, he seemed on the verge of defeat.
About an incense stick’s time passed like that.
That’s when question marks began popping up in people’s heads. How could he endure a full incense stick’s worth of blade aura strikes unscathed?
The onlookers gazed at Ak Muyoo with awe.
“No way...”
Seokdae’s eyes widened.
“Does something come to mind?”
“No way. That’s impossible.”
Seokdae shook his head.
“What is it!”
“Heuk!”
Seokdae let out a groan.
Neongok was glaring at him with fierce eyes.
“Spit it out properly, you punk.”
Jeokun bellowed. Urgency was plain on his face.
He was this agitated because Neongok was on the verge of snapping. Her telltale sign was switching to polite speech. Once Neongok got annoyed, she’d clam up for days, so caution was needed. It was a decades-old habit he couldn’t fix.
And just now, Neongok had used polite speech.
“It’s the Heavenly Demon Vajra Body. You could call it the next stage after the Black Demon Vajra Body, but it requires one prerequisite condition to complete.”
“What’s that?”
Neongok asked.
“You have to use the bone marrow replanting method to completely transform your bones and muscles into a true warrior’s constitution.”
“Change your constitution with bone marrow replanting... You’re saying that’s not a torture technique?”
Neongok asked.
“No. It was originally invented as a way to alter someone into a warrior’s constitution. But it was abandoned because the method was too cruel. Then someone started using it as a torture technique.”
“I’ve seen plenty who endured bone marrow replanting. Why didn’t their constitutions change?”
Neongok asked.
“Because it has to be done when they’re young.”
“How young?”
“Before age three.”
“That makes sense?”
Neongok bellowed.
“That’s why I said it’s impossible.”
“So you’re saying that kid changed his constitution with bone marrow replanting?”
Neongok said, looking at Ak Muyoo. He was still getting hit, rolling, getting up, and getting hit again.
“That’s the most likely explanation. And that guy’s focusing his defense on his face, hands, and feet—his exposed parts. That means he’s deliberately taking the hits.”
“He’s deliberately letting the blade aura hit him?”
Neongok asked in shock.
“Seems like it.”
“Why...”
“To complete the Heavenly Demon Vajra Body.”
“...”
Neongok and the other three stared at Ak Muyoo with bewildered faces. The Vajra Indestructible Divine Body came naturally with heightened internal energy.
Of course, it required accumulating ten jiazi worth of energy—a tough feat.
You had to exert every ounce of effort and stumble upon countless fortuitous encounters. That’s how hard it was to attain. Yet no warrior risked their life like this just to gain a Vajra Indestructible Divine Body.
Because it was merely a defensive measure—a tough body, nothing more or less. Plus, it couldn’t eliminate foes or block blade aura. And if you had perfect defensive arts, you didn’t need it anyway. That’s how nearly every warrior lived.
Risk your life for a sturdy body? That was pure foolishness.
Yet here was a fool doing exactly that.
And he’d already mastered the Black Demon Vajra Body, no less.
Chaaang!
“He blocked it!”
Jeokun shouted involuntarily.
For the first half incense stick, Ak Muyoo had been battered by blade aura, but now he’d blocked a strike aimed at his torso for the first time. And instead of tumbling backward, he merely retreated steadily.
His right foot was pulled back, left hand braced forward, body crouched low as he glared at Adalta.
“He didn’t roll.”
Neongok said.
“Kraaaaaah!”
He sprang up with a roar.
Kyaaauuu!
The nearby Zabujong threw its head back and bellowed in response.
Paat!
Ak Muyoo charged at Adalta.
His speed was unbelievable for someone who’d taken countless hits over half an incense stick. As he dashed with Mad Thousand Blood Steps, Zabujong kept pace beside him.
“Not a chance, you bastard!”
Adalta gripped his Red Wolf Demon Sword and charged back.
As the distance closed, Ak Muyoo swung his right arm.
Kaaang!
There was a vast difference between a blade swung by someone with several jiazi of internal energy and one swung purely with raw power. Ak Muyoo’s Geopma flew like a hurled projectile.
But Ak Muyoo had two Geopma.
As his right arm swung around, his body twisted with it, transferring the momentum to his left arm.
Ak Muyoo’s left arm powerfully cleaved the air.
‘Ugh!’
Adalta flinched in surprise. He hurriedly shifted his Red Wolf Demon Sword to the right to block.
Kaaang!
“Euk!”
A groan escaped him. Unlike before, tremendous power rode Ak Muyoo’s strike. Before he could recover from blocking the first Geopma, the second came flying. He shifted his blade again to block.
Kaaang!
Another dull clang rang out.
Adalta’s hands trembled.
The shock traveled through his muscles to his entire body.
Swaaaek!
Yet another Geopma flew at him. It moved so fast it left afterimages.
Kakaang! Kaaaang! Kang! Kangkang!
“Hah!”
Jeokun let out a hollow laugh. Adalta, who had been advancing relentlessly, retreated for the first time.
Once he started backpedaling, he couldn’t advance again. He kept retreating as the Geopma grew faster and fiercer. Ak Muyoo’s movements grew larger, his footwork more dazzling. The attack points varied wildly: right hand at the legs, left at the head, right at the side, left at the throat.
Geopma targeted Adalta’s entire body, impossible to predict.
Adalta kept getting pushed back.
‘I need to sever it.’
Adalta found a way to neutralize Geopma: cut the chain connecting it.
‘Good.’
He concentrated all his internal energy into the Red Wolf Demon Sword.
Instead of generating blade aura outside the blade, he contained it within. Intense radiance poured from his sword.
“Chaha!”
With a shout, he swung.
Chachang!
His blade struck the chain linking Geopma.
“Heuk!”
But the one screaming was Adalta.
The chain didn’t break. It bent inward, and Geopma’s tip swept horizontally toward his throat. He jerked his head back urgently.
Swaak!
A chilling sensation grazed his neck, followed by blood trickling down. But Adalta had no time to check the wound. Another Geopma shot toward his left thigh. He rolled to the right.
Swaak!
He barely avoided having his leg severed but took a gash.
Pukeok!
Adalta slapped the ground with his hand, retreating over ten jang. He was about to start anew from this distance.
Swaaaek! Shwaaaek!
Ak Muyoo dashed after him with Mad Thousand Blood Steps.
“Why does watching this make my heart race?”
Hundred Radiant Demon’s War Demon Baekjan said, his face flushed.
“You too?”
Black Demon Gonok, standing beside him, asked.
“You feel it too, huh.”
Baekjan said.
“I don’t know if it’s his fighting style or that weapon, but my heart’s been pounding since earlier.”
“What if that’s it?”
Baekjan asked.
“The shape doesn’t match the legends.”
Baekjan shook his head.
“True. They say it looks like a pufferfish with a bloated belly. But this form...”
“It resembles Mad Dance?”
Baekjan asked again.
“I don’t know if it’s Mad Dance, but I’ve never felt such insane ferocity from any technique in my life.”
“If that technique was Mad Dance, don’t you think Adalta would’ve died ages ago?”
Neobaek said.
“...Yeah. It doesn’t make sense that our Hidden Demon Heaven’s strongest technique can’t take down a guy like that.”
Gonok chuckled wryly.
“Feels like you’re mocking us...”
“Must be your imagination.”
Gonok cut off Neobaek.
He turned his gaze back to the battlefield. As Adalta regrouped and charged, Ak Muyoo was pushed back again.
‘It’s not internal energy.’
The energy swirling around Ak Muyoo had seemed like internal energy at first. Internal energy should appear when gathering it and vanish when releasing. But this energy didn’t fade even at rest.
Which meant it wasn’t internal energy.
‘Then what is it?’
Kaaang!
Hwiiik!
In that instant, something shot from Ak Muyoo’s back into the air. It was the Heavenly God Solar Bow he’d used at the start. The Heavenly God Solar Bow soared a full ten jang high.
‘What’s he planning...’
“Kraaaaaah!”
A beastly roar erupted from Ak Muyoo’s mouth. The two Geopma moved at incredible speed, targeting Adalta’s lower body.
“Chaha!”
Adalta shouted and leaped into the air. At that moment, Ak Muyoo kicked off the ground too.
“It’s the showdown!”
Gonok shouted involuntarily.