Chapter 116
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 116
Chapter Title: Blood's Flowing! (2)
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However, I am the Poison King.
The defeat of Tang Sadok meant the defeat of the Tang Clan. Not a single blemish could be tolerated. Thus, he had to face him with everything he had.
Flash!
As the fiercely swirling aura vanished, Tang Sadok's figure stretched out long like pulled taffy before scattering in all directions. Imprints of Tang Sadok's form etched themselves everywhere, all targeting Mujin.
'He's definitely on another level.'
The Chasing Thunder Phantom Shadow Step that Dang Cheon-ho had unleashed was merely the tip of the iceberg. The Poison King's version was the true speed befitting the Tang Clan's supreme lightness skill—a velocity beyond all pursuit.
Boom!
Mujin's thrust fist strike cleanly obliterated the afterimages. The moment he exposed his back, Tang Sadok unleashed his palm force without the slightest hesitation. The extreme yang palm, Three Yang Divine Palm, fused with poison arts, branding black handprints across Mujin's back.
It was a technique comparable to Shaolin's famed Like Buddha Divine Palm.
Sizzle!
A nose-stinging, acrid stench of burning flesh filled the air. The Poison King's poison arts, refined to the extreme with Ghostly Venom Blood, were perfect killing tools in themselves. Even a graze unleashed a handful of viscous Ghostly Venom Blood poison, billowing foul smoke.
"Here?"
Mujin turned unfazed and swung his fist at Tang Sadok. The fist intent carried in the strike tore through space, pulverizing it.
Kaboom!
The gale-force fist wind blasted forward like a storm, reducing a massive boulder to dust. Had it connected, the body would've vanished without a trace.
One step too late.
The fist wind shattered an innocent rock, while Tang Sadok slipped to the side, seizing Mujin's blind spot.
Bam!
Crimson Lotus Divine Palm, drawing a red lotus bloom, smashed into Mujin's shoulder. The perfected energy of Crimson Lotus Divine Palm was razor-sharp and infused with vortex force. The moment it struck, it burrowed inward with shredding rotational power.
"Fast, huh."
Mujin spun toward the impact and unleashed a kick technique.
Whoosh!
One Horn Minute Annihilation.
His thrusting foot painted pressure points like reeds swaying in the wind. The foot shadows formed a barrier and shot forward swiftly, but they failed to achieve their goal.
Whirl!
Easily evading Mujin's attack with his transcendent Chasing Thunder Phantom Shadow Step, Tang Sadok preemptively unleashed the Tang Clan's palm techniques, hand strikes, and ground skills.
Ghostly Venom Blood battered Mujin's entire body, flaunting its might.
Mujin's fist and kick techniques missed every single time, merely slicing, shattering, and dismantling empty air.
Slash!
The more it went on, the more Tang Sadok's dazzling footwork led into hidden weapons techniques. When the Tang Clan's hidden weapons combined with Ghostly Venom Blood, they were invincible under heaven.
Clang!
They struck Mujin's back, shredding his clothes to rags. Even then, Mujin kept swinging wildly at nothing.
'I can't let him take my son.'
To the watching Dang Myeonghu, this was the expected outcome. An impressive fellow, sure, but no one expected him to surpass his father. It was a one-sided beatdown.
'Surviving this long is impressive already... Huh?'
It was utterly one-sided. Yet an unexpected dissonance and incongruity spread. He realized the reason.
'Why is he still holding on? That's Ghostly Venom Blood!'
It didn't make sense from the start. Mujin was still lively after taking palm strikes laced with Ghostly Venom Blood. Despite the barrage of Tang Clan poison arts, supreme techniques, and hidden weapons, Mujin's movements remained consistent.
Just one step behind.
His father increased his speed. Even to Dang Myeonghu, it was blindingly fast. Mujin was striking well away from where he'd appeared. Yet the speed gap stayed razor-thin.
Tang Sadok, unleashing hidden weapons like a downpour, trembled in rage.
"Have you ever seen such a damned freakish body?!"
He'd combined his absolute hidden weapons, Poison Blood Threads and Poison Blood Needles. His intent was to wrap Mujin's body like a spindle and slice it apart.
But instead of slicing, they snapped.
Poison Blood Threads, woven from Dragon Silk Threads and Heavenly Silken Threads in perfect ratio, rivaled steel wires in sharpness. Their ultimate edge should've severed flesh effortlessly on contact.
Sizzle!
The poison haze ignited everywhere, and at its center, Mujin stood with his upper body fully exposed, grinning. The clothes covering his torso had long since melted away.
Thud!
Mujin's bare upper body was the pinnacle of human physique. It was steel-hard—no blood would flow even if pricked with a needle. An uncanny sense that this wasn't a human body spread.
"You bastard, are you mocking me?!"
"I'll let you use Myriad Heavenly Flowers Rain. Go ahead."
Tang Sadok's face flushed crimson and pale with fury at Mujin's repeated taunts of taking hits on purpose. It was a humiliation he'd never felt in his life. But staring at that absurd body, the Tang Clan's secret ultimate technique, Myriad Heavenly Flowers Rain, was his only option.
"Don't regret it!"
"You've already used Poison Blood Threads—what's the big deal? Don't those usually kill everyone?"
Who'd ever seen a guy who wouldn't drop dead even after melting ten thousand poisons into him!
In the poison-filled space, he was lapping up the haze like candy. Yet not only was he unpoisoned, he was fine. Rage and unease surged over him.
"Fine, I'll kill you!"
Once Myriad Heavenly Flowers Rain began, it couldn't be stopped midway. It was the Tang Clan's secret supreme technique that ended only with the opponent's death.
Hummm!
Around Tang Sadok, chains of energy erupted like a volcano, multiplying explosively. In an instant, energy chains filled the ten-zhang radius.
Whoosh!
The concealed hidden weapons.
Every variety of Tang Clan hidden weapons soared into the air, linking with the chains. Thousands of weapons bound to the energy chains compressed the surroundings.
Thrum!
Myriad Heavenly Flowers Rain wasn't merely unleashing hidden weapons from infinite angles. The weapons sealed space like the Heavenly Bodies Golden Chain Formation, radiating terrifying pressure. That was why once activated, it couldn't stop midway—it crushed the target with energy, turning the area into a prison of weapons for chain collisions.
Clang!
Even deflected weapons returned like lodestones. As they multiplied, filling space, they unleashed indiscriminate barrages. Not only that—they preempted directions to complete barriers, spawning illusions.
Flower petals raining from the sky.
That was the illusion from Myriad Heavenly Flowers Rain's barrier. To comprehend it, one needed perfect mastery of the Heavenly Bodies Golden Chain Formation. Fusing martial arts, hidden weapons, poison, and formations into one— that was Myriad Heavenly Flowers Rain.
In Tang Clan history, fewer than the fingers on one hand had fully executed it. It was that absurd a technique. No wonder it was called the supreme hidden weapon art that could slay ten thousand warriors in a day.
Swoosh!
Myriad Heavenly Flowers Rain's finale: Venom Flower Wind Slaughter.
The spectacle of a storm of poison-laced flower petal rain was magnificent. But the result was far from beautiful. The ferocious energy storm peaked, melting all in its path.
Sizzle!
The air grew scorchingly hot—even a brush caused burns. The entire area collapsed. Without the arena's built-in Heavenly Bodies Golden Chain Formation, the destruction would've been uncontainable.
Drip.
Blood trickled from the wound.
Mujin grimaced at the blood staining his shoulder. Impressive hidden weapon art, indeed. It'd been ages since he'd been wounded after perfecting the War King Body.
"Ow, blood's come out. As expected of the Tang Clan's top lethal hidden weapon."
Mujin genuinely admired and gave a thumbs-up, but Tang Sadok looked utterly drained. Myriad Heavenly Flowers Rain consumed vast inner energy—even the Poison King felt the exhaustion. But it wasn't just fatigue this time.
"...What the hell are you?"
"You're mad even when I compliment you?"
Compliment?
Tang Sadok was speechless. All Myriad Heavenly Flowers Rain managed was a minor scratch on the guy's shoulder. And even that was clotting already. The lethal poison haze filling the space hadn't penetrated his body at all.
It was a body so cheat-like it warped reality's perception. To the point one wondered if this was even allowed.
"You have the Myriad Poisons Invulnerable Body?"
"Something like that. So feel proud."
"Have you ever seen such a ridiculous bastard?!"
"You haven't perfected Formless Finger Poison yet, huh."
"Do you think Formless Finger Poison is something you make just 'cause you want to?!"
Tang Sadok had every reason to scream.
In truth, he'd been poisoned himself from overreaching while trying to perfect Formless Finger Poison. It was the ultimate killer poison called Myriad Phases Finger Poison. It could slay any being—even gods.
But perfecting a formless, odorless, colorless poison was near impossible. Even the famed Formless Finger Poison in the world wasn't truly complete. Yet the Tang Clan's poisons were still hailed unrivaled under heaven.
As Tang Sadok stood stunned and dazed, his son and grandson were in a similar state. When Myriad Heavenly Flowers Rain—the Tang Clan's supreme technique—unfolded, they couldn't hide their shock. It was the pinnacle of transcendent hidden weapon arts.
'No way... This doesn't make sense!'
'My lord, are you a god?'
Dang Myeonghu and Dang Yeon-u couldn't see Mujin—who'd endured Myriad Heavenly Flowers Rain with his body—as human. No human should withstand that. That physique was the absolute counter to the Tang Clan.
How do you fight someone no Tang technique could even scratch? If even the Poison King couldn't, no one in the Tang Clan was a match for Mujin.
"Eighty-five thousand two hundred thirty-five projectiles."
"...?"
Tang Sadok blinked in confusion, but Mujin wasn't letting it slide. The perpetrator and victim felt worlds apart. To claim compensation as the victim, he'd count every one.
"You can't just fire that many hidden weapons and play dumb."
"...You're counting?"
"I may not know everything, but I'm quick with numbers."
"...You maniac!"
Who could've imagined he'd count them all!
Mujin called it meticulousness; Tang Sadok saw pettiness.
-You missed some while counting, yet act all smug.
'Don't be like that—we're in this together. If I got hit, so did you.'
Unless the Demon King took a body, the reverse wouldn't happen—so excluded. And if it did, Mujin's dilemma would deepen: help him find a body willingly, or choose otherwise?
-You sneaky bastard!
'So let's do this right.'
Mujin hid nothing from the Demon King. They shared a body by chance coincidence, former enemies allied against a common foe. Once that vanished, who knew what would happen?
"Going fair now."
"What?"
Mujin charged.
And threw a punch. A simple, straightforward attack. But the result was anything but.
Kaboom, rumble!
The barrier rippled like furious waves. A fist wind incomparable to before. Could Shaolin's Seventy-Two Arts, One Hundred Paces Divine Fist, amplified tenfold even match that devastation?
Gasp!
He barely blocked, knowing the position. But it was too fast, too powerful. His inner energy and stamina drained in an instant.
"That's one repaid, at least."
"...?"
One? That was one?
Now remaining: fifty-eight thousand two hundred thirty-four. His body rattled from that single blow. One more, and he might actually die.
"Wait... ugh!"