Ravished Refinement: Yongho 32-Strong Showdown
Coming to her senses, Yeon Muk found herself in an unfamiliar house. She retraced her memories, and they surfaced quickly.
"You filthy lust demon! Where are you!?"
The sensation of his massive dual cocks pounding relentlessly against her pussy still left it tingling. She hadn't even realized it, but her teeth ground together with a crunch.
Looking around, she saw the bedsheets soaked and stained with semen, love juices, and urine.
In the corner of the room, a man who appeared to be the homeowner lay tightly bound with ropes, unconscious.
"This must be that lust demon's doing too."
She checked her own condition. Aside from the heavy foreign sensation intermittently pulsing in her lower body, nothing seemed amiss. Her mind felt refreshingly clear, as if she'd slept deeply and soundly. The only discomfort came from her body being sticky with dried semen and fluids.
In front of her lay a plain martial robe and a single letter. She read the letter.
Thanks for the meal.
Twin Black Lust Demon
Crunch!
Her teeth ground again. Instinctively, she circulated the Samadhi True Fire and incinerated the letter.
"You filthy lust demon! Someday, I'll strip the flesh from your bones!"
If the homeowner had been awake, he would have pissed himself at the killing intent radiating from Yeon Muk. The wrathful grimace twisting her face made her hatred for the lust demon all too clear.
"This isn't the time to dawdle! Today was the day of the main tournament!"
She had no intention of reporting her violation to her sect or the authorities. That would only drag her own honor through the mud.
Her revenge against the lust demon would come at the edge of her sword, not the Huashan Sect's. The demon must have known that, which was why he'd acted so boldly.
She found water the homeowner had drawn from the well in the kitchen and hastily washed her body with the cold liquid.
How much semen had he pumped into her pussy and ass? Even scooping it out with her fingers, it seemed endless. No wonder the heavy fullness lingered in her lower body.
"I hope I'm not pregnant..."
She mentally calculated her last menstrual cycle. If she was pregnant... she'd need to find a good physician in advance.
After cleaning herself thoroughly, she changed into the martial robe the lust demon had left behind. She dug a hole in the ground and buried her urine-soaked Huashan robe.
"My body feels much lighter than usual."
She noticed the change in her body while digging. Despite the brutal ordeal at the lust demon's hands, her condition was strangely refreshed, as if she'd slept well, circulated her qi, and meditated.
The homeowner wouldn't wake from his stupor anytime soon, and there were no dangerous figures nearby. Just to be safe, she sat cross-legged, circulated her inner energy, and examined her body.
Wooong!
Her qi flowed through the Microcosmic Orbit, inspecting her body's state bit by bit. As an observer, Yeon Muk could sense the changes within herself.
The Huashan Sect's exquisite, pure cultivation method shone even in meditation. She completed her self-examination in just two full cycles.
'My qi is far purer now. My meridians have even expanded. Overall condition is at its peak. It's like I've undergone Marrow Cleansing.'
Marrow Cleansing
A procedure that washes the bones and marrow, refines the qi, balances its flow, and enhances vitality. It helps martial artists maximize their potential and purifies qi to boost martial prowess. But like all such procedures, it's not easy to perform.
For those with undeveloped pores or mere novices, major sects can perform it internally. But once bones grow and the dantian accumulates substantial qi, only a few sects with exceptional medical knowledge can do it themselves.
Thus, sects specializing in such treatments like the Medicine Valley hold immense value.
Right now, Yeon Muk felt as if she'd undergone Marrow Cleansing.
'No, it's more than that. Marrow Cleansing can't expand meridians like this. This is a change that comes from repeatedly tempering one's qi.'
A transformation requiring bone-grinding training had occurred in her body. It felt like stumbling upon a qi fortune.
'There's only one thing I went through: being violated by that lust demon. And last time with him, something similar happened.'
Back then, she hadn't dreamed it could be due to him. She'd dismissed it as breaking through her limits in fierce combat against a vile foe.
It had to be that way. Who would believe martial prowess rose from being raped?
But with it happening twice in a row, Yeon Muk had no choice but to revise her thinking. Her improvement was somehow linked to the lust demon.
'Now I have even more reason to meet that bastard again!'
Before revenge, she'd uncover his secret. And if she could exploit it, she'd wring every drop of benefit from it.
The lust demon had taken her chastity. In return, she'd take something equally fitting from him.
'And I'll drive my sword straight through his throat!'
Vowing reunion and vengeance, Yeon Muk steeled her resolve.
Yongho Contest 32-Strong
My opponent was Namgung Ho. I'd had no particular thoughts about him before, but after beating down those Kangmokjang thugs, my opinion changed.
'They said the force backing Kangmokjang was definitely the Namgung family. And that pill Gibosak had—the kind the Demonic Cult would use. If the Namgung got it from them...'
Namgung Ho might resort to the same tactics. It was just a hunch.
"Thank you for waiting! The Yongho Contest is now heading into its final stages!"
Today's matches were at the Shaolin Temple. Mine against Namgung Ho was the first bout.
"Oho! What a matchup we've all been waiting for! Jongchil and Namgung Ho! Who will prevail?"
"Normally, you'd say Namgung Ho without question... but after Jongchil so casually crushed Senior Woo of the Jongnam Sect, it's hard to call."
"Aw, come on! You can't compare Jongnam to the Namgung family, right? Especially since the Namgung seem fired up this time—Ho should still have the edge."
"Comparing sect prestige this far in is pointless. Individual achievement and drive will decide it."
"So where'd you put your money?"
"On Ho, naturally..."
The stands were packed tight with spectators.
The upper seats were the only ones with space, spaced out for comfortable viewing. Familiar faces occupied them.
'Over there, Shaolin's Hansu Daesa. And Wudang's Jangryong Jin-in. Namgung's here too—Namgung Jigon and Namgung Cheolsan.'
Namgung Jigon's glare at me was fierce. It showed how much he'd staked on this Yongho Contest.
'With both Namgung Ho and Namgung Hyeok reaching the 32-strong, victory must seem within grasp.'
But half that dream shatters here today. Namgung Ho would be my stepping stone to victory.
"Contestants! Are you prepared!?"
The referee and announcer was the Beggar Clan's elite disciple, Chwigulgae Bokgojon. With his silver tongue, he whipped the arena into a frenzy, boiling the crowd's excitement to the brim.
"We are prepared."
Namgung Ho's short, grave voice rang out. Like his younger brother Namgung Hyeok, he seemed forged from solemnity. A humorless bore even the protagonist Gong Wuseon found incompatible.
That's how he was portrayed in the original story too.
"Ready."
"Excellent! Both heroes are set! Let the first match of the Yongho Contest 32-strong begin! Who will claim the first throne among the 16!? The nameless fist fighter? Or the roaring azure dragon!? Witness the result! Match... staaart~!"
At Bokgojon's badger-like shout, Namgung Ho drew his sword. Exactly the same type as his brother Namgung Hyeok's.
Without doubt, forged by a Namgung master smith. Matching his brother's down to the gram.
"Jongchil. I rate your skills highly."
Instead of striking first, Namgung Ho met my gaze with clear eyes and spoke.
"But I'll go all out from the start. To win against you as if claiming the championship."
Krzzzzt!
Blue lightning surged around Namgung Ho's body. The air's writhing was surely a phenomenon from condensing qi. The Namgung's pride—their lightning qi—cloaked his blade.
"Oho! Ho charges in with supreme Emperor Swordsmanship from the get-go! Jong has proven his worth crushing countless juniors. Even Ho acknowledges it!"
"Emperor Swordsmanship. Chapter 3, Form 1: Cloud Dragon Wind Slash."
Namgung Ho's sword began to waver. More accurately, the air around the sword wavered than the sword slicing empty space.
His blade, ceaselessly emitting blue lightning, spewed razor-sharp winds that churned the arena.
I couldn't meet that half-heartedly. Lightning qi's terror was its penetration. Charging in relying on external arts would leave me skewered.
'Position Shift.'
When the blade winds attacked, become the wind yourself and evade swiftly. First, close the distance with Namgung Ho.
In a sword-versus-fist fight, the instant the swordsman enters the fist fighter's range, the odds flip dramatically.
"As expected, a charge."
Namgung Ho seemed to have anticipated my response. It matched patterns from his prior matches, so predicting it was simple.
"Emperor Swordsmanship. Chapter 3, Form 5: Earth-Shattering Cloud Sweep."
His lightning-clad sword slashed the ground in a straight line. The rippling lightning touched the earth's veins, amplifying the qi shockwave.
With a deafening roar assaulting the ears, the arena floor erupted in jagged bursts. Flat ground favored footwork, but cracked terrain hindered it. He'd sealed the fist fighter's relative advantage in lower-body mobility.
That wasn't all. Blue lightning flowing from his sword poured toward my charge. I'd seen remote sword qi countless times in matches, but Namgung Ho's was top-tier perfection.
'No choice but to smack it down.'
Protecting my arm with the Holy Gauntlet, I punched through the lightning. Lingering currents sparked across my body, but I expelled them with my qi.
I closed to within half a jang (1.5m). But this distance favored him instead. It was perfect sword range.
To gain the edge, I needed to press closer. Namgung Ho's Emperor Swordsmanship wouldn't let me, of course.