Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Like Hitting a Stim Pack
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Han Ibi tried to deploy the Eight Trigrams Step in the blink of an eye, but the opponent's speed was so blinding that all he could do was thrust up his Mysterious Frost Blade to meet it.
Clang!
With a resounding clash of metal, the 'Y'-shaped end of the metal rod hooked onto the Mysterious Frost Blade.
Before Han Ibi could even react, Gu Cheon-se spun it around with a flourish and flung it three zhang away.
Han Ibi froze solid.
It felt just like the blade's 'stun' property had been unleashed directly on him.
But there was no time to catch his breath.
Gu Cheon-se was charging in ferociously, riding the momentum.
Having swallowed the 'Sima Pill,' Gu Cheon-se now feared no poison in the world.
He thrust his signature 'Y'-shaped iron rod toward Han Ibi's legs.
Han Ibi, who already had five holes punched into him and was about to get two more in his legs, recoiled in horror and instinctively leaped into the air.
But that turned out to be a grave mistake.
Or perhaps Gu Cheon-se had baited him into it.
The old man was squandering his exquisite Golden Claw technique—one as swift as lightning and peerless in finesse—on such a crude purpose.
That's right.
With his left hand crooked like a hook, he had seized Han Ibi's groin.
"Argh!"
Han Ibi cried out before he could stop himself.
'Mommy!'
Hellish agony would soon assault him.
That was when it happened.
"Heh heh heh heh."
Gu Cheon-se burst into loud laughter, as if greatly amused.
"Little brat. The moment you've been dreading has finally arrived. This old man has never once broken a promise in his entire life."
With one hand, he clamped down viciously on Han Ibi's balls while simultaneously driving the pallet jack's base through the outside of Han Ibi's left ankle into the ground.
He was pinning him down to prevent any escape.
They say the body is ruled by the mind, but the body can also bind the mind...
Han Ibi now understood that truth a hundred, a thousand times over.
Ah... So 'that thing' held such monumental importance.
He was truly, utterly immobilized, drenched in cold sweat.
Gu Cheon-se spoke.
"Hahaha. How does it feel, little brat?"
Han Ibi replied desperately.
"Please, Elder! Grandpa! Great hero! Sp... spare me!"
"Of course I'll spare you."
Stunned by the unexpected response, Han Ibi found himself locking eyes with Gu Cheon-se.
Gu Cheon-se continued.
"What would be the point in crushing your balls and killing you right away? Eh? No, after that, I'll shatter your arms and legs, turn you into a cripple. Then we'll have our fun—real fun. The three of us. Heh heh heh."
'Guh... Wh-what kind of fun...?'
Han Ibi desperately repeated to himself that the vivid, twisted imaginations flashing through his mind like a projector had to be wrong.
Gu Cheon-se went on.
"Only then can it be proper revenge. Don't you agree, little brat?"
Shudder!
Han Ibi felt the hairs on his entire body stand on end.
His legs nearly buckled at the mere thought...
"Urgh!"
A gut-wrenching scream that shook the bushes echoed out.
Gu Cheon-se had tightened his grip even further.
Ah... A humiliating, excruciating moment of imminent doom!
If there was any silver lining, it was that Soeun-ri had passed out from the aphrodisiac.
Then Gu Cheon-se spoke.
"You little shit."
He narrowed his eyes and glared.
Wondering what was happening, Han Ibi swallowed hard and met his gaze.
"You... tougher than you look, eh? Bet the girls couldn't handle you. A shame to break something this fine, but..."
Han Ibi pleaded frantically.
"R-right? It'd be such a waste to ruin something like th—"
"Don't be ridiculous. For a monster like this, one is more than enough in all the Central Plains."
Ha...
This... son of a bitch...
"Last time at the mountain lodge, I saw you lot love counting numbers. Heh heh heh. Better say goodbye to your prized possession now."
"Ah! No, that was the Sichuan Tang Clan who—"
"Five."
Han Ibi shuddered anew.
This lunatic clearly had some obsession with paying back exactly what he'd received.
A 'cheat character' with both perversion and top-tier martial arts...
'Come to think of it, there are plenty of guys like this in the real world too...'
"Four."
"E-Elder, please reconsider..."
Han Ibi was going mad.
Maybe it would be better to let himself rampage and escape this somehow.
But the Crimson Dream Great Law, which had been writhing like it was about to explode, had gone eerily quiet as if it had never stirred.
"Three."
"You're really going to—"
"Two."
It was desperate, utterly desperate.
The crisis of a lifetime.
Combining both his old world and this one!
That was when Han Ibi felt a sharp pain in his solar plexus.
The energy of the Crimson Dream Great Law was surging wildly, like a karaoke mic gauge shaking violently.
As if screaming in agony.
Y-yes... At least it's happening now.
Even if it takes over my body for a while, it's better than losing my precious nuts!
Crimson Dream Great Law! You're my last hope.
'Awaken! Crimson Dream Great Law!'
That was when it happened.
The energy, which had been raging like it would burst, vanished in an instant as if teleporting away.
'Gah.'
"One!"
The death countdown halted.
Thump thump thump thump!
Blood surged reverse through his veins!
Thump thump thump thump thump thump!
His vision went white.
And then—
Splat!
Something burst.
Indescribable agony enveloped his body.
Han Ibi despaired, wrestling with the tearing pain.
'Owww! My... my... solar plexus... W-wait... Huh? My solar plexus?'
Yes.
Not his junk.
The excruciating pain was at the tip of his solar plexus, not down there.
Gu Cheon-se's expression twisted strangely.
"You... what the hell are you doing?"
With utter bewilderment, he forgot his task of crushing the groin and stared at Han Ibi's right arm.
A stark black mark had appeared there.
A geometric pattern resembling a black lotus!
Boom!
With a massive explosion, Gu Cheon-se and his pallet jack were hurled three zhang away.
As the crisis to its host approached, the Crimson Dream Great Law seed overpowered the Zhongli Pure Heart Method and took center stage.
Han Ibi stealthily checked his vital area to ensure the enemy hadn't noticed.
It was intact.
A bit sore, but...
He was overjoyed to the point of tears.
Gu Cheon-se sat dazed on the ground, inspecting his body.
Suspecting it might be some other kind of poison technique.
Meanwhile, Han Ibi felt like he was dreaming.
Power overflowed through his entire body.
It was just like...
'Getting hit with a stim pack. Energy... energy overflowing. And it's some seriously dark power...'
That was when it happened.
'Huh? Duration? What duration?'
'Wh-what does that mean?'
That was when it happened.
"Keurk!"
A vicious pain, like needles scraping his skin, erupted from the back of his right hand.
Han Ibi looked down at his arm.
Black veins bulged prominently across his skin.
It was like needles piercing through his veins...
No, more precisely, like hydrochloric acid coursing through his bloodstream instead of blood—an infernal torment.
The pain spread, expanding its domain.
Creeping up his right arm.
Han Ibi screamed piercingly for a moment, but the agony didn't subside.
The situation only worsened.
Unable to endure, Han Ibi bit his lip hard.
Blood trickled from the burst skin down his chin.
Yet it didn't stop.
The thing gnawed at his already weakened mind, tearing it apart.
And finally...
The screams ceased.
Han Ibi's body went limp.
After a quick circulation of qi to confirm his body was unharmed, Gu Cheon-se eyed the slumped Han Ibi warily.
Soon, Han Ibi raised his head.
His face marred by bulging black veins here and there.
His eyes, pitch black without a trace of white.
"You... what the hell are you?"
There was no reply.
Just a menacing glare from those ominous black eyes.
Sensing something gravely wrong, Gu Cheon-se stepped back—and Han Ibi rose as well.
Gu Cheon-se's instincts screamed.
The moment he turned, Han Ibi would attack.
"Damn it... No wonder my sleep's been so restless..."
That was when Han Ibi lunged like a bolt of lightning.
Gu Cheon-se swung his rod to strike him down.
But it was a speed no human could match.
Bam!
With an explosion, Gu Cheon-se's body sprayed blood as it soared into the sky.
Even as he flew, his face showed utter incomprehension of the situation.
He crashed into a massive tree with a 'thud' and fell.
But no respite was given.
The black-eyed madman couldn't wait and charged in.
Gu Cheon-se bent his upper body with all his might.
Boom!
Crack crack crack!
A tremendous noise—and the giant tree snapped, toppling backward.
From just a brush of Han Ibi's palm...
Gu Cheon-se's eyes bulged as Han Ibi was suddenly beside him.
He seized Gu Cheon-se's throat and hurled him into the air.
Gu Cheon-se muttered.
"Th-this is... what..."
Thud!
Immense pain.
A death rattle.
Han Ibi, now atop him mid-air, was stomping down with his knee on Gu Cheon-se's spine.
In that hellish agony, for the first time, Gu Cheon-se thought he might not live to see tomorrow's sun.
If he fell like this, he'd surely be crushed under that monster's leg.
Gu Cheon-se twisted his body desperately just before hitting the ground, changing his posture.
Gathering all his strength, he unleashed a palm strike to break free from Han Ibi.
Crash.
Gu Cheon-se wanted nothing more than to sprawl out on the ground right then—but that would mean staying down forever.
He hastily gathered himself and sprang up.
The black-eyed monster, face and arms etched with dark marks, was advancing on him once more.