Chapter 776: Where Are You Going in Such a Hurry?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 776: Where Are You Going in Such a Hurry?
"I'll kill you!"
The man erupted with a sinister, turbulent Demonic Energy, lunging straight at Tang Seo-yoon.
Demonic Energy?!
Tang Seo-yoon’s expression tightened in shock. Demonic Energy was proof of practicing demonic arts—a clear sign that one had turned their back on the Orthodox Faction.
She couldn't help but be bewildered. How could a mere subordinate of Tang Jin-seol unleash such energy?
Screeeech!
The sword, stained black with Demonic Energy, tore through the air toward Tang Seo-yoon, aiming straight for her throat.
Vrooooom!
Tang Seo-yoon quickly began to circulate the Ten Thousand Streams Return to the Source Divine Art.
Shhh.
Soon, her slender, delicate hands began to take on a deep green hue.
Whoosh!
She thrust her green-tinted palm forward without hesitation.
Boom!
The ink-black sword and her emerald palm collided, locked in a fierce struggle for dominance.
After a tense moment of confrontation...
Slide.
Tang Seo-yoon’s figure began to be pushed back. She was unable to withstand the sheer pressure of the sword imbued with Demonic Energy.
"Die!"
The man glared at her with eyes full of murderous intent, his voice rising. His gaze was fixed with a singular, unwavering will to kill.
The pressure from his blade grew even more immense. Tang Seo-yoon continued to be forced backward, completely overwhelmed by his raw strength.
This is dangerous, she thought.
If she continued this contest of strength, she would undoubtedly be crushed. The Demonic Energy was completely overpowering her poisonous Qi.
Whoosh!
Tang Seo-yoon suddenly snapped her leg upward, aiming directly for his chin.
Thwack!
The man’s head snapped back. The kick had landed cleanly on his jaw.
I have to keep the pressure on.
Tang Seo-yoon’s eyes sharpened. She intended to press her advantage. She moved to retract her leg quickly to follow up with another strike.
Grab!
However, her plan was thwarted. The man had caught her extended ankle in a vice-like grip.
Grip!
"I didn't know you were so skilled in kicking techniques," the man said, his face twisting into a hideous sneer.
Whoosh!
He swung her body with terrifying force, slamming her toward the floor.
Crash!
Tang Seo-yoon’s body collided with the ground, the floorboards shattering beneath the impact.
"Ugh..."
A faint groan escaped her lips. The shock transmitted through her body was substantial.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Ignoring her pain, the man continued to slam her against the floor. Again and again.
Crack!
He slammed her until the entire floor was webbed with deep cracks. After several more swings, he lifted her up by the ankle. Tang Seo-yoon’s bloodied face came into his view.
The man smirked, satisfied. He felt he had finally taught this arrogant woman a lesson.
"Didn't I tell you it was my turn?" he asked, looking down at the blood-soaked Seo-yoon with mocking amusement.
"Huff... huff..."
Tang Seo-yoon gasped for air. Having been slammed into the ground without a moment to breathe, she was struggling to catch her wind.
"Why so quiet? Say something."
The man watched her, findng her struggle entertaining.
Slurp.
Suddenly, Tang Seo-yoon flicked her tongue out, curling it slightly.
"Huh?"
The man looked at her, confused. What on earth was she doing?
Has she lost her mind?
He even began to suspect she had finally snapped under the pressure.
Fwip!
In that instant, a sharp sound of cutting wind pierced his ears. Simultaneously, his right field of vision went pitch black. He could see nothing on that side.
Wh-what?!
Thinking his eye had simply closed, he tried desperately to open it, but it was useless. He felt no sensation there at all.
The man’s face filled with panic. What had happened?
Drip.
Something began to flow down his cheek from his right eye. He reached up and wiped it, then looked at his hand.
A deep, crimson liquid met his gaze.
Ah...
He realized it then. The fluid flowing from his eye was his own blood.
"Aaaaaaaagh!"
The moment the realization hit, a staggering pain erupted from his right eye. An agony so horrific it could only be described as ghastly spread through his entire body.
Thud!
Then, a sharp pain struck the crown of his head. Tang Seo-yoon had brought her other foot down hard on his skull.
"Kuaaaagh!"
Screaming from the double onslaught of pain, the man threw Tang Seo-yoon into a corner.
Whoosh!
Swoosh!
As her body flew through the air, Tang Seo-yoon immediately activated the Thousand-Catty Press.
Thump!
Her mid-air figure plummeted and landed firmly on the floor.
"How does it feel to lose your sight?" Tang Seo-yoon asked, staring at the man.
"Aaaaagh! Tang Seo-yoon! You cowardly bitch! My eye! My eye!"
The man let out a roar of pure rage. An uncontrollable, massive fury surged within him. In a single moment of carelessness, he had been blinded. He was now a cripple.
To lose an eye was to lose half the light of the world. He had lost half of everything he had ever seen. How could he not be consumed by rage?
"Did you think the Tang Clan only dealt in poison?"
Tang Seo-yoon stared at him with cold eyes. Poison was not the only foundation of the Tang Clan. Hidden weapons, which could appear at any moment, were equally fundamental.
The man had failed to recognize that fact, and he had paid the price. A heavy price—his eye.
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
The man radiated a dense, suffocating murderous aura. At the same time, he began to pour out an immense amount of Demonic Energy.
The mixture of Demonic Energy and killing intent filled the teahouse. The air became thick, oily, and utterly repulsive.
"I have no intention of letting you live either," Tang Seo-yoon replied calmly.
To an Orthodox martial artist, one who practiced demonic arts was an enemy that had to be eradicated. No matter their original nature, Demonic Energy that had seeped into their very marrow would eventually turn them into a vicious murderer.
Vroooooom!
Tang Seo-yoon began to push the Ten Thousand Streams Return to the Source Divine Art to its absolute limit. She intended to give her all to slay the demon before her.
Swoooooosh!
A massive torrent of green energy began to swirl around her. She was unleashing the power of the Ten Thousand Streams Return to the Source at its peak.
This is dangerous.
The man felt it instinctively. He couldn't let her continue. He didn't know exactly what she was planning, but his instincts were screaming at him.
He had to kill her now. If he didn't, he would be the one to die.
The man quickly raised his sword and unleashed his Soul Demonic Qi. A heavy, sluggish energy began to coat his blade.
Die!
The man prepared to lung forward, intending to take Tang Seo-yoon’s head.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, something pierced through the air at incredible speed.
The right!
Whoosh!
The man swung his sword reflexively.
Bang!
A small explosion occurred, pushing him back slightly.
Clang!
The object that had struck his sword fell to the ground.
A hidden weapon?!
Looking at the object, the man realized Tang Seo-yoon had thrown a hidden weapon at him.
"Do you think a mere hidden weapon can stop me, the Unit Leader?!"
The man roared at Tang Seo-yoon and charged forward like an arrow.
Swoosh!
Another hidden weapon flew toward him.
Dammit!
He swung his sword again.
Boom!
With another small explosion, he was pushed back once more.
"Grrr!"
A groan escaped him. Though the impact was light, it was definitely felt.
"This kind of thing won't work—!"
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Before he could finish his sentence, two more hidden weapons were airborne. The man swung his sword even faster.
Boom!
Boom!
Ugh!
A numbing shock traveled up his arm.
"It's useless! These petty tricks won't work!"
He blustered, feigning composure. He couldn't afford to show any weakness.
It was then.
Swoooooosh!
A massive sound, like a gale-force wind, tore through the air. Then, the man saw it.
Countless hidden weapons, like a blooming garden of death, were flying toward him all at once.
"Wh-what is... that?!"
The man stood dazed, his mouth agape. The sight was so surreal he couldn't process it.
Just blocking one or two had been exhausting. But now, there were hundreds, thousands of them. How could such a thing be possible?
Shit!
The man cursed and immediately deployed his Protective Qi. There was a limit to how many he could deflect with his sword. He had to protect his body first if he wanted to survive.
The first hidden weapon struck his Protective Qi.
Boom!
Ugh!
The collision sent a light shock through his internal organs.
I can endure this...
He thought he could handle it. But that thought didn't last long.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As hundreds and thousands of hidden weapons struck, the "light" shocks began to accumulate and grow in magnitude. They were stacking.
CRA-BOOM!
"Aaaaaaaaagh!"
A thunderous explosion erupted, and the man screamed. The accumulated impact had turned his insides to mush.
Thwack!
"Gwaaaaagh!"
A hidden weapon finally pierced through his weakened Protective Qi and buried itself in his flesh. The internal damage had compromised his defense.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Thwack!
The agony of being pierced further shattered his concentration. Soon, hidden weapons were raining down, embedding themselves all over his body.
His forehead, eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks, neck, arms, chest, stomach, torso, groin, legs—every part of him was struck.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Without exception, they struck and struck again.
Kill... just kill me...
The man prayed. He begged for death, for this agonizing time to end.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Unfortunately, his prayer went unanswered. His powerful Demonic Energy refused to let his life slip away so easily. The very demonic arts he had practiced to become strong had become the source of his prolonged suffering.
"AAAAAAAAGH!"
His wretched screams echoed through the teahouse. After an eternity of throwing...
Fwip.
Tang Seo-yoon threw the final hidden weapon.
Thwack!
It pierced precisely through the man’s skull. A finishing blow.
Thump.
The man, now looking like a human pincushion, collapsed. His life was finally extinguished.
Tang Seo-yoon looked down at him with a hollow gaze, then turned away. She intended to interrogate Tang Jin-seol—to find out why she had a practitioner of demonic arts as a subordinate.
Frown.
Tang Seo-yoon’s brow furrowed deeply. Tang Jin-seol was nowhere to be found. She had fled in the chaos.
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"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!"
Tang Jin-seol was moving at full speed, utilizing her movement techniques. She knew that if she slowed down for even a second, her capture would be only a matter of time.
I can't believe she mastered the Rain of Ten Thousand Flowers!
The Rain of Ten Thousand Flowers was a secret technique among secret techniques, permitted only to the Clan Head. She had never imagined Tang Seo-yoon would have mastered such a thing.
Dammit! The Soul Demon Squad! The Soul Master!
Her scowl deepened as she hurried along. The more she thought about it, the more her rage boiled. The amount of money spent to create the Soul Demon Squad was astronomical—a fortune that wouldn't be an exaggeration to call celestial.
And yet, that expensive squad had evaporated in an instant. How could she not be furious?
Just you wait!
Tang Jin-seol vowed revenge. For now, escaping was the priority. Now that her connection to a demonic arts practitioner had been exposed, she wouldn't be able to avoid interrogation. She had to avoid being caught at all costs.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Her pace quickened even more. After traveling a considerable distance...
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Tang Jin-seol finally paused to catch her breath. She felt she had put enough distance between them. Not only had she increased her speed, but she had also woven through mountain paths to confuse any pursuers. They wouldn't be able to follow her easily.
Just a little... I'll rest just a little.
She began to steady her breathing. She planned to move again once she had stabilized her energy.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?"
Chills.
A very familiar voice whispered in her ear. A voice that was both deeply unpleasant and etched into her mind as a terrifying memory.
Whirl!
Tang Jin-seol spun around instantly. And there she saw her. A woman of dazzling beauty.
"...Head of... the Jaegyeong Pavilion..."
Tang Jin-seol stammered.
"I'm asking you. Where are you going in such a hurry?"
Yorang, the Head of the Jaegyeong Pavilion, wore a playful smile. And as Tang Jin-seol met that smile, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.