Chapter 342: Formless Shadow Stealth Technique
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 342: Formless Shadow Stealth Technique
"Sigh."
Do-gyu, a member of the Demon Troop, let out a deep sigh. No matter how much he thought about it, the situation felt utterly unfair.
"What’s with the sigh? You’re killing the mood," Go-gwak, who was standing beside him, asked.
"This is fucking bullshit."
"What is?"
"Why the hell do I have to be the one guarding the damn door!" Do-gyu barked, his face contorted in a fierce scowl.
"It can’t be helped, can it? Just blame your shitty luck."
"How do I know those bastards didn't rig the whole thing?"
"You think thirty guys teamed up just to screw the two of us over?"
"You never know. How can you trust any of these demon bastards?" Do-gyu raised his voice, his expression full of resentment.
Stubborn prick, Go-gwak thought, shaking his head. He realized that no matter what he said right now, it wouldn't get through to him.
The Demon Troop had used a dice game with bone tiles to decide who would be stationed at the main gate. The selection was made by drawing lots, and they were simply the unlucky ones. But Do-gyu had been spewing curses the entire time they were on watch, convinced it was a scam.
Typical demon bastard, suspicious of everything, Go-gwak mused.
"We’re rotating every shijin, so just suck it up."
"Fuck this. Those assholes are probably rubbing their hands all over some virgin pussy right now, aren't they?"
"The Evil Demon told us—touch them and you die."
"Shit, as long as we don't shove our dicks in, it's fine, right?"
"I suppose that’s true," Go-gwak nodded, conceding the point.
The Evil Demon had indeed given the order: do not take their virginity. That was essentially a free pass to do anything else as long as that one line wasn't crossed.
Throb. Throb.
Go-gwak felt his dick suddenly stiffen. The thought of getting in there and toy with those nuns as soon as possible consumed him.
"There’s only half a shijin left. Let’s just hang in there a bit longer," Go-gwak said, trying to soothe Do-gyu.
"Goddammit."
Whether he was convinced or just tired of talking, Do-gyu spat out one last curse and fell silent. He knew nothing good would come out of his mouth if he kept going.
But before long, Do-gyu felt his anger boiling over again. No matter how he looked at it, that draw was too suspicious. How could he, the very first one to draw, pull the highest number immediately?
Do-gyu turned his head sharply toward Go-gwak to vent his frustrations once more.
"............"
But the words died in his throat. Go-gwak’s head, which should have been wearing an irritable expression, was gone.
"A-Ah... Uh... Ough..."
Stunned beyond belief, Do-gyu’s mouth began to flap uselessly. He wanted to scream, but the sight was so surreal he had lost his voice. What on earth was happening?
Slice.
A crisp cutting sound rang out right next to his ear. Hearing it, Do-gyu looked down.
There, he saw it—a thin red line running across his own neck. Do-gyu grabbed the top of his head, trying to keep his neck from separating.
Slip.
Perhaps he had applied too much pressure. His head slipped, and Do-gyu’s skull tumbled straight to the ground.
Thud.
Even as his head fell away, Do-gyu stared forward. And just before his consciousness flickered out completely, he saw him.
A man holding a strange sword.
Do-gyu’s consciousness finally cut to black, the image of the man with the blood-stained blade burned into his dying eyes.
*
Rub. Rub.
"Hehehehe. You really are a beauty."
Heukam spoke as he rubbed his dick against the fair cheek of the nun before him.
"How can your skin be this soft?" Heukam marveled again and again.
The nun, her acupoints struck, could only squeeze her eyes shut and endure the filthy, loathsome sensation.
"I think I’ll have to ask for you once this job is over. Hehehe."
Heukam rubbed even faster against her dough-like cheek. He was in high spirits. The sense of superiority he felt from humiliating a disciple of the Emei Sect—a so-called prestigious sect—was intoxicating.
"What are you doing? Open your eyes. You should take a good look at your husband’s dick, shouldn't you? Hehehe."
Heukam let out a disgusting laugh. Because of the Evil Demon’s strict orders, he couldn't take her virginity, but he found this kind of play wasn't bad at all.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Suddenly, the sound of wet impacts began to echo from somewhere. Heukam glanced over his shoulder.
"Aaaagh!"
"Scream louder! You sow!"
Another member of the Demon Troop had stripped a nun’s lower garments and was mercilessly slapping her buttocks.
"Kyaaaaak! No! Please, no!"
"Why not? I’m just playing with your anus, aren't I?"
Another man was shoving his fingers into a nun’s anus, mocking her as she cried out in pain.
"Aaaaaagh!"
"Please stop! Noooo!"
The screams of the Emei disciples filled the air. They were being relentlessly violated in every way possible, save for their virgin pussies.
One particularly bold member of the Demon Troop had even approached Bulsok Satae.
"Hehehe. So you’re Bulsok Satae? You’re at a good age, and your body is quite thick and juicy."
"Get away from me!" Bulsok Satae glared at the man with eyes full of contempt.
"I like that stiffness. A woman tastes best when she’s feisty."
The man lowered his pants and pulled out his erect dick.
"It’s a shame. If you weren't a virgin, I’d fuck you until I was satisfied."
The man gripped his dick.
"But well, I suppose I’ll just have to settle for some service from your mouth pussy."
With a sinister smile, the man slowly approached Bulsok.
"Back off! If that filthy thing enters my mouth, I will bite it off!"
"Now, that would be a problem."
The man quickly struck her pressure point. Immediately, Bulsok’s mouth, which had been spewing curses, froze in place.
"Hehehehe. Now, let’s see how that mouth pussy tastes."
The man grabbed Bulsok Satae by the hair and forced her head down. He thrust his dick toward her fine lips. Her paralyzed mouth opened weakly and took him in.
"Khehehe. So this is the mouth pussy of a noble Emei Elder? This is incredible!"
As he thrust into Bulsok Satae’s mouth, the man felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure. Even though he couldn't feel any tightening because her pressure points were struck, the sheer sense of conquest from violating the mouth pussy of an Emei Elder was immense.
Thrust.
Thrust.
The man began to move his hips even faster, desperate to savor every bit of Bulsok Satae’s mouth pussy.
"Kuuuuh... I’m cumming!"
Splurt!
Soon, a viscous liquid began to spread inside Bulsok’s mouth. Bulsok felt a wave of fury as she endured the foul sensation. The shame and humiliation of being defiled by such a wicked beast were unbearable.
"Khehehe. Your mouth pussy really is an exquisite vessel. To make me blow my load that fast."
The man looked down at Bulsok and spoke.
"But it’s not enough. I want to shove my dick in more, more, more."
Despite having just finished, the man shook his still-erect dick, eager to taste her mouth pussy again. His face was flushed with hedonistic delight.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Suddenly, light tapping sounds reached his ears.
Crunch.
Ptu.
A moment later, a very strange sound followed—the sound of something being torn off and spat out. The man slowly lowered his gaze toward the source of the sound.
There, he saw it. His own phallus, torn off and lying on the floor.
"Kuaaaaaaaaagh!"
Simultaneously, an agonizing pain exploded from his crotch. It hurt. It hurt so much he couldn't breathe. Blood sprayed everywhere, and the pain only intensified. The man wept. He cried and cried, praying that this was all a nightmare.
"You filthy animal!"
Bulsok Satae’s voice, dripping with contempt, reached his ears.
"Kuh... ugh!"
Thud.
He felt something pierce his throat. The man looked up. There, he saw Bulsok Satae, her eyes bloodshot, her hand having plunged straight through his neck.
That was the last thing the man saw before his life was snuffed out.
*
"............"
"............"
The members of the Demon Troop, who had been relentlessly violating the Emei disciples, all fell silent. They couldn't comprehend the sudden turn of events. Their eyes turned toward the demon who had died so gruesomely.
He was dead, his manhood severed and his throat pierced. They couldn't understand it. How could someone who had been paralyzed by acupoint striking kill their captor?
They turned their gaze toward Bulsok Satae. She was spitting out the blood and semen in her mouth as if it were filth. She didn't look like someone under the effects of acupoint striking at all.
A question burned in their minds: Who could have possibly released the nun’s acupoints?
Slash.
Thud.
Roll.
Suddenly, the head of Heukam, who had been at the very edge of the group, fell off. The demons' eyes widened in shock. It was an impossible sight.
Heukam’s head had simply fallen. Without any warning. There was no one around him except for the nun he had been violating, and she was still paralyzed and unable to move.
Then who had taken his head?
It made no sense. No one had attacked him. It had just... fallen off.
In an instant, a wave of primal fear washed over the demons. The realization that they could die just like Heukam gripped them.
Slash.
Thud.
Roll.
Next, the head of the demon who had been slapping the nun’s buttocks fell off. Just like Heukam, there was no warning and no visible attacker.
"...A ghost..." one of the terrified demons stammered.
Slash.
As soon as the words left his mouth, that demon’s head also fell.
Slash.
Another demon’s head was claimed. Realizing the gravity of the situation, the remaining members of the Demon Troop began to scramble away, intending to flee.
But in the end, their heads were taken as well. Without a single sign of an attacker.
Slash.
Inside the great hall, the blood of the demons sprayed, staining everything in sight. After a few moments, the heads of every single demon were rolling on the floor.
Not a single one was left alive.
*
"............"
"............"
Though the demons were dead and the Emei disciples were freed from their torment, they couldn't let down their guard. They had no idea what force had caused the demons' heads to fall.
They were terrified that the same power that had annihilated the Demon Troop might turn on them. They scanned their surroundings with tense, wary eyes.
Shimmer.
Suddenly, a man materialized out of thin air. Startled, the Emei disciples reflexively grabbed their swords, ready to strike if he proved to be an enemy.
But they were forced to lower their blades almost immediately. The man who appeared was someone very familiar.
"Hero Jang!"
Un-hye called out his name in shock.
"Are you all alright?" Sun-woo asked, looking at her.
"Was it you, Hero Jang, who killed them?" Un-hye asked, her expression one of pure disbelief.
"It was," Sun-woo nodded.
Un-hye’s jaw dropped. She had known he was extraordinary when he easily defeated Un-jeok-ja, but she never imagined he possessed such ghostly abilities.
"How... how did you do it?" Un-hye stammered, utterly bewildered. She couldn't wrap her head around it.
"It’s a type of stealth technique," Sun-woo replied calmly.
"Stealth... a stealth technique?"
"Yes."
"That’s impossible! How can there be a stealth technique like this in the world?!" Un-hye cried out, finding it hard to believe.
Normally, stealth techniques were used by spies or assassins to hide their presence. But even then, it wasn't anything miraculous. It usually involved using internal energy to refract light or blending into shadows and dark places. If there were no shadows or if the area wasn't dark, the technique was useless.
Yet, the man before her had completely vanished inside a brightly lit hall with no shadows to speak of. He had been so invisible that he could take heads without anyone noticing. How was she supposed to understand this?
"The martial arts I practice are a bit unique," Sun-woo said with a slight smile.
He could see that the effectiveness of the Formless Shadow Stealth Technique had come as a shock to them.
Well, it is basically a true invisibility technique, Sun-woo thought, understanding their disbelief. He reminded himself that the Formless Shadow Stealth Technique he had used was on an entirely different level from ordinary stealth arts.