Chapter 228: Teaching Someone Their Place-1
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 228: Teaching Someone Their Place-1
Rumble!
"Aaaagh! You dog-like bastard!"
Bulheo Satae, who had been slammed into the wall, pushed herself up, trembling with rage.
She was beyond furious.
This was an opponent she had considered beneath her. She had believed that no matter how great his talent was, he would be no match for her, someone standing on the very threshold of the Transcendent Realm.
Yet, she had been unilaterally beaten by the very person she had looked down upon.
How could she not be enraged?
"Do you truly intend to see this through to the end?!" she shrieked.
"I wouldn't have drawn my sword if I didn't intend to go all the way," Sun-woo replied, his gaze calm as he spoke.
Grit.
Bulheo Satae ground her teeth at his words. She wanted nothing more than to tear that arrogant face of his to shreds.
She began to circulate the Guanyin Nine-Yin Divine Art to its absolute peak. Her mind was consumed by a single thought: she had to redeem herself from this humiliation.
The murderous aura of the Seven Killing Spear, which she had been keeping under control, began to unleash all at once.
"You brought this on yourself! Do not resent me!"
As she finished speaking, a terrifying murderous aura began to radiate from her.
Tingle.
The aura was so intense it made Sun-woo’s skin prickle.
`What an immense murderous aura.`
Sun-woo fell into thought as he felt the pressure she was emitting.
The Seven Killing Spear was originally known to be unsuitable for mere martial duels. Its murderous intent was far too potent to be considered a Buddhist martial art. Bulheo Satae had likely been holding back her strength, intending only to suppress him with her momentum.
But now, unable to endure the mounting disgrace, she had finally exploded.
`Good.`
Sun-woo thought to himself, slowly lowering his sword. He intended to use this opportunity to make her feel the true difference in their power.
In terms of raw destructive power, the Seven Killing Spear was considered one of the best in the Murim. Bulheo Satae’s pride in the technique likely pierced the heavens.
So, how much would her pride be wounded if that very spear technique was crushed head-on? Especially by Sun-woo, whom she had subtly looked down upon as nothing more than a lecher.
Vroom, vroom.
Sun-woo slowly began to circulate the Yin-Yang Harmony Divine Art. The energy of Yin-Yang Harmony began to shimmer and manifest around him.
He then funneled his poisonous qi into the shimmering energy. The colorless Yin-Yang Harmony Qi began to take on a green tint.
Seeing his sword surging with poison, Sun-woo smiled with satisfaction and looked straight ahead.
Before him, the murderous aura was condensing further and further, eventually coiling around the Seven Killing Spear. Bulheo Satae pulled back the hand holding the spear slightly.
It was a posture clearly meant for a charge.
Boom!
A moment later, Bulheo Satae kicked off the ground with a thunderous roar. At the same time, her figure vanished completely.
She had executed the Wisdom King's Immovable Divine Art to its absolute peak.
Flash!
The vanished nun suddenly reappeared right in front of Sun-woo’s nose. She thrust the Seven Killing Spear, laden with murderous intent, straight at him.
Swoooooosh!
An overwhelming aura that made one’s body tremble just by being near it swept toward Sun-woo.
Sun-woo began to compress his qi. The compressed energies wove together, forming a vivid Astral Qi. He swung the green Sword Astral toward her.
Crash!
Sun-woo’s sword and Bulheo Satae’s spear collided, sending out a massive shockwave along with a deafening explosion.
"Ugh!"
Bulheo Satae, taking the brunt of the shockwave, let out an involuntary groan. She was utterly bewildered.
In terms of pure power, the Seven Killing Spear was second to none. The pure internal energy unique to the Emei Sect, combined with the murderous aura, doubled its lethality.
And yet, the spear had been stopped. By a mere rising star who was still so young.
Grit.
She clenched her teeth and began to pour even more strength into the hand holding the spear. She refused to be blocked like this.
"Aaaaaagh!"
But no matter how much she strained, his sword didn't budge an inch. In fact, her spear was slowly being pushed back.
Tremble, tremble.
The hand holding her spear began to shake violently.
Grip.
Unable to hold out any longer, Bulheo Satae grabbed the spear with her other hand as well. She stood there, both hands trembling, barely managing to hold her ground.
Quiver, quiver.
Seeing this, Sun-woo let out a cold sneer. It was a look of pure ridicule for a woman who had acted so arrogantly with such mediocre skills.
`I’ll make this even more humiliating for you.`
Sun-woo began to put more strength into the hand holding his sword.
Screeeech!
Her spear, which had been locked in a stalemate, began to give way. Bulheo Satae panicked. Her opponent was using only one hand, yet she was being pushed back while using both.
Crrrk.
She gritted her teeth even harder, trying to hold on, but it was futile. Pushed by Sun-woo’s sword, her spear was soon pointed toward the sky, and her hands were forced to the side.
Sun-woo slowly extended his palm toward the defenseless nun. Red energy was densely gathered in his palm—a momentum so fierce that anyone could tell it was extraordinary.
"This will hurt a bit."
Sun-woo spoke in a cold tone before striking her Dantian.
Thud!
"Aaaaaagh!"
The moment Sun-woo’s palm made contact with her Dantian, Bulheo Satae screamed. An indescribable pain surged through her body.
It was poison. And an immense amount of it.
She quickly tried to circulate the Guanyin Nine-Yin Divine Art to expel the poison.
`Aaaaaagh!`
However, the overwhelming poison burrowed into her acupoints and fine meridians, shattering her concentration. As her focus wavered, her Guanyin Nine-Yin qi began to be overwhelmed by the poison.
Soon, a pain so intense that she could no longer circulate her qi began to envelop her entire body.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!"
She finally shrieked at the agonizing pain racking her frame.
Thump.
Thud, thud, thud.
Overcome by the pain, she collapsed to the ground and began to thrash about. She pounded the earth and clawed at the air in a frenzy.
But the pain didn't vanish; it only grew more intense, and her screams grew louder in turn.
"Aaaaaaaaagh!!!!!"
Bulheo Satae screamed. The pain was so great she felt she might go insane if she didn't let it out.
"Aaaaagh!"
She screamed again.
It was the most horrific pain she had ever experienced in her life. Tears began to stream down her face—not just a few, but a torrent.
She was a woman who had never shown a single tear since reaching adulthood. Now, she was weeping, utterly defeated by the pain.
Crack.
Her pride, which had seemed as solid as steel, began to fracture.
Crr-crack.
Shatter.
Before long, her pride crumbled completely.
"Hic... ugh... sob... Please save me... Save me... Aaaaaagh!!!!!!!"
As the thick armor of pride surrounding her shattered, the fragile interior was exposed. She begged and pleaded. She begged for her life, begged to be released from this agony.
But despite her pleas, the pain showed no sign of receding.
"Please... just kill me! Please!!!!! Kill me!!!!!"
Soon, her pleas for life turned into pleas for death. She wanted to die. She felt that death would be better than this horrific pain continuing.
With tears, snot, and saliva streaming down her face, she screamed over and over, begging for liberation from the pain.
Sun-woo watched her with a cold smile. Seeing the once-arrogant Bulheo Satae weeping and begging like that gave him a rush of pure catharsis.
It was satisfying. It was exhilarating.
How much had this damn woman annoyed him until now? It had been as stifling as a dry sweet potato stuck in his throat. But seeing her thrashing in agony from the Scorching Poison, that lump of frustration was instantly cleared.
His mood improved significantly.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!"
Bulheo Satae let out an even louder scream. Looking closely, she was now foaming at the mouth.
Seeing this, Sun-woo fell into thought. He wanted to let her suffer more, but he felt she might actually lose her mind if he left her like this.
What he had injected into her was the same improved Scorching Poison he had used on Joo So-yang. It was several times more potent than what he had used on Lee Ye-seol.
There was no way Bulheo Satae could endure such a poison. Even Joo So-yang, who had reached the Transcendent Realm, had nearly gone insane. Bulheo Satae, who was only a Super-Peak martial artist, really might lose her mind.
Reach.
Sun-woo placed his hand over her Dantian.
"Hup."
He began to draw back the Scorching Poison that was rampaging through her body. The poison spread throughout her frame began to seep back into Sun-woo’s hand.
"Aaaaaagh!"
Even the process of the poison leaving her body seemed painful, as Bulheo Satae screamed once more. But Sun-woo didn't care; he continued regardless of her suffering.
Soon, he had extracted all the poison from her body.
Sun-woo looked down at Bulheo Satae. She was a pathetic sight. Her face was a mess of tears, snot, and saliva, and her body was still trembling from the lingering effects of the poison.
"Tsk, tsk."
Sun-woo clicked his tongue. Some people just had to experience things for themselves to understand. Bulheo Satae seemed to be exactly that kind of person.
Sssssss.
Just then, steam began to rise from Bulheo Satae’s lower body, and her monastic robes were quickly drenched. As her tension snapped, her bladder had given way as well.
"Ugh."
Sun-woo quickly pinched his nose to block out the inevitable smell. He grimaced. It seemed that wetting oneself was an unavoidable side effect of being poisoned by the Scorching Poison.
*
Sun-woo frowned as he confirmed she had soiled herself. He wanted to just leave her there and go to sleep, but he couldn't leave her in such a disgraceful state.
He headed back into the inn. He borrowed a bucket, filled it with cold water, and returned to the clearing where she lay unconscious.
Splash!
He dumped the entire bucket of water over Bulheo Satae.
"Kyaaaak!"
Drenched in cold water, Bulheo Satae shrieked and bolted upright.
"Are you awake now?" Sun-woo asked, looking down at her.
She sat halfway up, looking around in a daze before spotting Sun-woo. The moment their eyes met, her face turned deathly pale.
Tremble, tremble.
Not only that, she began to shake uncontrollably, like a leaf in the wind.
"What are you shaking for? You're the great Bulheo Satae, aren't you?" Sun-woo said mockingly.
"............"
Despite his sarcasm, Bulheo Satae said nothing, only continuing to tremble. Fear had been instinctively branded into her soul.
"Do you realize now how much of a frog in a well you were?"
"..........."
"I hope you won't act so insolently based on your meager martial arts in the future."
"..........."
No matter what Sun-woo said, she just kept her head bowed in silence. Her lack of response began to irritate him.
"When someone asks you a question, you should answer. Are you ignoring the Tang Clan right now?" Sun-woo threw her own words back at her in a feigned angry tone.
Shake, shake.
Terrified by his attitude, Bulheo Satae began to shake her head violently.
"Answer me. Have you forgotten how to speak?"
"...I... I understand."
Bulheo Satae answered in an extremely polite tone. The arrogance she had shown at first was nowhere to be found.
"Now then, apologize."
"...A...pologize...?"
"Yes, an apology. I believe I told you? I said I would get an apology from you," Sun-woo said firmly.
"...I... I am... sorry."
Bulheo Satae managed to squeeze out an apology.
"I can't hear you."
Sun-woo, unsatisfied, cupped his ear with an exaggerated gesture and asked again.
"Sniff... ugh... I'm... I'm sorry!"
At his prompt, she cried out loudly, her voice thick with tears. The sorrow of her current situation overwhelmed her.
"That's not it."
Sun-woo shook his head and continued.
"If you're truly sorry, you should show more sincerity."
"Sin...cerity?"
Bulheo Satae asked, confused. How much more sincere could she be?
"Shouldn't a proper apology involve getting on your knees?"
Sun-woo spoke with a villainous smirk. Upon hearing his words, Bulheo Satae’s face turned a dark, sickly shade.