Blood Battle Chaos Dance (1)
“……?!!”
The spectators gathered to watch the finals couldn’t help but be stunned.
Some even doubted their own ears.
“What did he just say?”
“Mugeom Sword Young Master versus the Great Dark Valley Lord?”
“Is this for real?”
A few voiced their doubts, but most Sapa martial artists were bold and hot-blooded souls.
“Hell yeah! That’s way better.”
“Now we’re talking.”
“Great Dark Valley’s finally making a gutsy call!”
“If that’s legit, this Black Heaven Tournament is gonna go down in history.”
The crowd would cheer no matter who Hyeon Yucheon faced—as long as it was more thrilling and entertaining. Even if it was one of the Heaven’s Five Venerables, they’d applaud.
“The winner of this special bout claims not only the Black Heaven Tournament championship but also rights to all the prizes. So it’s basically the real finals.”
Bong Il-wol spoke the words, half-wondering if they made sense himself, but the tension was building toward a fever pitch.
Yet a few sharp minds saw the bigger picture.
“I get it. The Mugeom Sword Young Master plans to take over Great Dark Valley with this match.”
“They’ve been eyeing Demon Sword Sect for a while too. Hooking a big fish like him? Not a bad matchup.”
Their insights were spot on.
Both Hyeon Yucheon and Seon Gang-gyun had entered only because they were utterly convinced of their victory.
“Please step up to the sparring arena.”
No matter the crowd’s reaction—like twisting a rooster’s neck wouldn’t stop dawn—Hyeon Yucheon and Seon Gang-gyun ignored it all.
Sapa martial artists fought for their own gain above all, and in that sense, these two embodied the spirit more purely than anyone.
Crack!
Seon Gang-gyun, the Dark Heaven Great Fist, stretched slowly as he spoke.
“Let’s cut the crap. Sadly, I’m just a petty small-timer… Even if you’re my junior by name, I can’t spot you three moves or the first strike. You get it, right?”
Seon Gang-gyun was far more calculating and pragmatic than his reputation suggested.
Most seniors would concede for show, but not him.
“Understood. Better than posturing and eating dirt after ten exchanges.”
Hyeon Yucheon gave no ground.
He wielded his signature sharp tongue, needling the man bit by bit.
“Well, now…”
As the two Super Peak titans faced off, one person watched them with fidgety anxiety.
It was Seon Ye-jin, the Dark Heaven Fist Peak.
Should I cheer for Father… or for Young Master Hyeon…?
For Great Dark Valley’s sake, her father was the obvious choice. Yet strangely, her eyes kept drifting to Hyeon Yucheon.
She just hoped he wouldn’t get too badly hurt, even if he lost.
“Are both of you ready?”
Bong Il-wol addressed them.
He’d never dreamed he’d witness the Great Dark Valley Lord sparring at the Black Heaven Tournament.
Life had a way of zigzagging.
That’s what made it fun.
Nod!
The two stared daggers at each other, utterly focused—no words exchanged.
“Begin the match!”
Bong Il-wol officiated, eyes glued to see where victory would land.
Even so, he believed the Great Dark Valley Lord would prevail, no matter Hyeon Yucheon’s strength.
The crowd thought the same.
They enjoyed seeing a rare young powerhouse challenge one of Sapa’s Ten Great Experts, but no one truly thought Hyeon Yucheon could win.
Formless sword qi erupts forth.
Hyeon Yucheon seized the initiative.
The moment the match began, he unleashed a burst of invisible sword qi.
So stealthy and swift that every fighter in the Black Heaven Tournament—even those who’d faced him—had failed to counter properly.
Most crumpled from a single hit.
But Seon Gang-gyun was different.
Graceful footwork evades the assault.
Seon Gang-gyun grinned, dodging the invisible qi with fluid ease, as if he’d seen it coming.
What?
Hyeon Yucheon had roamed the martial world, but no one had ever read his attack so clearly—let alone evaded it. Not even the Black Wolf Three Swords.
And that was just the start.
Secret art of Great Dark Valley erupts.
The Dark Heaven Great Fist’s specialty shone.
A technique from Dark Heaven Endless Fist—known only to the Valley Lord and his sole daughter, Seon Ye-jin—exploded forth.
Among Sapa’s Five Great Sects, Great Dark Valley specialized in fists and palms. Its ultimate art unleashed massive inner power, engulfing Hyeon Yucheon entirely.
“Nngh!”
For the first time, a groan escaped Hyeon Yucheon’s lips.
But if Seon Gang-gyun had his Dark Abyss Great Step, Hyeon Yucheon had this.
Skyward leap defies the onslaught.
In desperation, Hyeon Yucheon rocketed upward.
Boom!
Seon Gang-gyun’s fist strikes hammered the arena floor where Hyeon Yucheon had stood, shattering it like dozens of thunderbolt bombs.
Even more shocking was Seon Gang-gyun’s follow-up.
I knew you’d go up!
True to his word, he leveraged veteran cunning and experience.
He’d baited a single evasion path, then closed for the kill.
Supreme fist art surges.
Exclusive palm art unleashes.
This was his golden chance, Seon Gang-gyun believed.
He unleashed not just Dark Heaven Endless Fist but also Great Dark Valley’s other signature, Black Spirit Palm Technique.
Whoosh!
A massive palm wind rocked Hyeon Yucheon’s body, followed by the pinnacle strike of Dark Heaven Endless Fist aimed at his head.
Designed to be unavoidable, inflicting fatal damage.
A true Super Peak master!
Hyeon Yucheon was genuinely impressed.
Among countless foes, this was a first.
He’d faced the Black Wolf Three Swords together, but neither side had gone all-out then.
This was real combat—fail to crush the enemy, and you’d be crushed. Life or death.
Invisible sword qi fragments explode outward.
If Hyeon Yucheon were truly a green novice relying on youthful bravado, he’d have lost here.
But he carried the Demon Sword Ghost Lord’s vast experience and knowledge.
Seon Gang-gyun’s fists and palms are overwhelming. But… they’re hypersensitive, detonating at the slightest friction.
Hyeon Yucheon pierced the weakness instantly.
And sure enough?
Boom! Boom! KABOOM!
His barrage of invisible sword qi fragments detonated Seon Gang-gyun’s attacks before they touched, bursting harmlessly.
“Wha—no, how…?!”
Seon Gang-gyun gaped, too shocked to react.
Hyeon Yucheon’s counter was flawless.
It had to be.
Great Dark Valley of Sapa’s Five Great Sects—their arts are brutally powerful and domineering.
But no art is perfect. Their fatal flaw: over-sensitivity to minor motion or contact, causing instant explosion.
Hyeon Yucheon remembered the Demon Sword Ghost Lord’s every memory and insight.
He was like a scholar acing an exam with the perfect answer key.
Not just any key—the world’s greatest master’s.
Our Great Dark Valley arts do pack explosive power, but they detonate on slight contact. How does he know?
Seon Gang-gyun puzzled, unaware of the truth—but that wasn’t the priority.
How to counter the Formless Flash Quick Sword? That was all.
Lightning thrust reclaims momentum.
Regaining the edge, Hyeon Yucheon pressed relentlessly.
The technique that felled Quick Sword Pavilion’s prodigy, Jade Spear Heaven Ok Jang-cheon.
Shing!
Dazzling invisible sword gang blazed anew.
Invisible to most spectators.
“……That’s definitely!”
But crystal clear to Seon Gang-gyun.
A colossal sword gang—vastly larger than before—barreled toward him.
Super Peak upper realm, no doubt.
Seon Gang-gyun couldn’t believe it.
Not just realm—his inner power dwarfed Seon Gang-gyun’s.
“No!”
As he watched, Seon Gang-gyun’s vision clouded.
He stared at Hyeon Yucheon, yet behind him loomed Cheon Baeksang, the Demon Sword Ghost Lord who’d haunted his life.
Slash!
He couldn’t fully evade; his shoulder bled. But a wounded beast was terrifying.
“Raaagh!”
Seon Gang-gyun was half-mad.
Unlike Blood Dragon Ghost Sword Gu Jin-ak, who’d held back his frenzy, Seon Gang-gyun unleashed raw emotion.
BOOM!
Matching Hyeon Yucheon’s sword gang, he summoned fist gang.
Hero tales treated gang bursts as omnipotent, but in real fights, their qi drain limited them to decisive moments.
Seon Gang-gyun unleashed it sensing mortal peril.
“Urk!”
A wounded Super Peak was fearsome.
Answer key or not, combat was unpredictable. Hyeon Yucheon’s upper body tore open, blood flowing.
Lucky not fatal.
“Oh no!”
Seeing her cherished father and Hyeon Yucheon bleeding, even brave Sapa heroine Seon Ye-jin turned away in sorrow.
Their clash evoked a blood war—sword and fist gangs dancing in chaos.
Who would claim victory?
Whoaaa!
The rare mad duel’s biggest winners? The crowd.
They cheered before the outcome.
Their focus: Hyeon Yucheon, naturally.
“He’s… holding his own against one of Sapa’s Ten Great Experts?”
“Holding? He’s about to dominate!”
“Look at his age. Not even twenty.”
“Sapa’s martial world… has birthed an absolute sovereign!”
They were already enthralled by Hyeon Yucheon and Demon Sword Sect.
This reaction was exactly what he’d orchestrated—and aimed for.
Grin.
Cheonu, eldest of the Black Wolf Three Swords, smiled at the shift.
Sect Leader, the people are finally reacting like they used to.
Chest swelling with pride.
His “Sect Leader” meant Cheon Baeksang, not Hyeon Yucheon.
This adoration was the Demon Sword Sect he knew—the one all revered.
The Black Wolf Three Swords had wandered in pity for its fall.
No more.
Everyone welcomed Hyeon Yucheon and Demon Sword Sect anew.
As if repaying them, Hyeon Yucheon’s fight peaked.
“Hoo… I admit it. Great Dark Valley Lord Seon Gang-gyun, Dark Heaven Great Fist. You’re a true powerhouse.”
Hyeon Yucheon readied his final gambit.
Speaking first honored—and acknowledged—the foe.
“Today, I’ll prove the might of Demon Sword Sect, myself, and the Mugeom Sword Young Master by toppling you.”
With those words, blinding light poured from his hands.
Prismatic blades converge to extremes.