Rescue the Eldest Senior Brother! (3)
“Huh? What the?”
Hyeon Yucheon unleashed his inner power.
And that inner power was something Ga Jinuk had never seen before—even.
‘Stronger than Master...!’
It surpassed the inner power of his master, Demon Sword Ghost Lord Cheon Baeksang, whom he followed like a religion.
It had to be that way. Not only had Hyeon Yucheon inherited all of Cheon Baeksang's inner power, but he had also recently consumed the Soul Command Pill, adding his own unique inner power on top. It was overwhelming.
“Hmph! As expected of the Black Heaven Tournament champion. Impressive reserves.”
“You think you can take us all by yourself?”
Gong Jinwol and Light Blood Berserker Jeongwon flinched momentarily at Hyeon Yucheon's tremendous inner power, then shouted in unison.
In truth, it was just to avoid losing face in front of Hyeon Yucheon.
They too were stunned by the unbelievable reality, but in large-scale group battles, morale and momentum came first.
They couldn't afford to show weakness with their subordinates watching.
“Everyone, charge!”
“Slaughter the filthy traitor and kill the Demon Sword Sect scum!”
Gong Jinwol and Light Blood Troop Leader Jeongwon shouted as if whipping themselves into a frenzy.
Up to this point, they believed killing Hyeon Yucheon would be tricky but far from impossible.
That was right until this technique was unleashed.
“Eldest Senior Brother, if you still harbor any doubts about me, I'll prove it right before your eyes.”
Hyeon Yucheon declared that he had inherited everything from the Demon Sword Ghost Lord.
Now it was time to demonstrate that power to his eldest senior brother, Brilliant Light Demon Sword Ga Jinuk, who had struggled to believe it.
Waaaaah!
Hyeon Yucheon seized the narrow entrance to the underground prison.
It was an ideal tactic for facing multiple foes alone.
And one more thing.
He exploded countless bundles of sword energy fragments—too many to count with his hands or track with his eyes.
They scattered like shards of jade beads, methodically slicing through the Blood Light Troop's first-rate warriors.
“Kuaaack!”
“My eyes! My eyeeeees!”
“I can't see!”
“Grrr...”
Those screaming were the lucky ones.
The unlucky ones at the front were mangled beyond recognition.
Incredibly, Hyeon Yucheon had sent dozens to the afterlife in an instant, all by himself.
The Entering Divinity realm meant transcending human limits to truly reach the divine. No matter how many first-rate experts there were, they were meaningless to him.
This was possible only because Hyeon Yucheon's inner power had surpassed the Entering Divinity realm.
“Impossible! Swordless, wielding formless sword qi—this swordsmanship can only be...!”
Amid the dying screams, one man was filled with ecstasy.
Hyeon Yucheon's eldest senior brother, Ga Jinuk, along with Gu Jin-ak.
Especially Gu Jin-ak.
‘My god! In just days, he's become a completely different person.’
He had suspected as much at their reunion, but this exceeded imagination.
Ga Jinuk was equally stunned.
‘Master's martial arts are unique—no one can imitate them!’
The Central Plains were vast, teeming with eccentrics, and similar arts might exist, but this was unequivocally the only one: Formless Flash Quick Sword.
And Hyeon Yucheon's onslaught wasn't over yet.
“From now on, anyone who lifts their head or grips a weapon dies.”
With a roar just like the Demon Sword Ghost Lord's, Hyeon Yucheon demonstrated not mere sword qi, but the superior stage: sword force.
To describe Hyeon Yucheon's mood today: an unbridled blaze of furious flames.
This Formless Hot Fire Sword embodied that exactly.
Roarrrrr!
Invisible, yet the sensation of formless flames surging skyward—why did it feel so real?
In an instant, Hyeon Yucheon turned the area into a sea of sword force flames.
“Uwaaaack!”
“Kuhuk, hack!”
The Blood Light Troop members writhed in agony as they burned, some even taking their own lives.
The true terror of this sword force lay in its invisibility.
‘It's Master! Master's martial arts!’
Ga Jinuk, who had believed from the first sight without hesitation.
Seeing the Formless Hot Fire Sword, his conviction solidified.
This wasn't mere inheritance or a brief lesson from Master.
‘Incredibly, my young junior brother's words were true.’
Hyeon Yucheon's skill had perfectly succeeded Master's—and even advanced it further.
How could he not tremble?
Shiver!
Invisible to others, but clear in Ga Jinuk's eyes: formless flames from formless sword force danced madly.
At the same time, a fragment of memory surfaced.
"Jinuk, this master's boasted formless sword isn't just about speed.
With this formless finger sword, you can draw essences faster than a flash, infuse flames, and manifest all things under heaven."
So as my eldest disciple, strive harder to learn my Formless Flash Quick Sword."
Gruff words from his curt master, yet Ga Jinuk had tasted a ray of hope and bliss in them—and his sword.
Even after years, he never forgot.
“Master, so that's what you meant back then...”
Disciples regret and realize only after their master dies.
Ga Jinuk was no different.
“Troop Leader!”
“Save us, Troop Leader!”
As hundreds of subordinates were butchered mercilessly, all they could do was obey Hyeon Yucheon's words to the letter.
Never raise their heads. Never grip their weapons.
It was then, as all will to fight vanished—
“You bastard!”
One man boldly stepped forward before Hyeon Yucheon.
Naturally, it was Light Blood Berserker Jeongwon.
His massive frame and natural bronze skin exuded robust health, and he was quicker with his fists than one might expect.
“Let's see how long you can keep acting tough.”
His innate superhuman strength fueled devastating fist force from his giant body, ranking him third in the Blood Dragon Room.
In one-on-one fights, he was confident against anyone.
Especially against Hyeon Yucheon, who looked barely twenty.
Jeongwon unleashed the Blood Dragon Room's prized Blood Dragon Flying Heaven Sixteen Fists ultimate technique, as if he'd been waiting.
Kwaaaa!
Jeongwon possessed inner power and strength that could tear steel with his bare hands.
Combined with the Blood Dragon Room's renowned fist and palm arts, it synergized explosively.
‘Impressive... Sorry, Gu Jin-ak, but you're not even comparable.’
He had witnessed it briefly against Gu Jin-ak at the Black Heaven Tournament, but this was entirely different.
Gu Jin-ak specialized in swordsmanship; Jeongwon in fists—making the contrast stark.
That terrifying fist force hurtled toward Hyeon Yucheon's skull like it would crush it.
“Watch out!”
Ga Jinuk shouted instinctively at the perilous sight.
Even he would struggle against Jeongwon's full-power fist force—it looked like Hyeon Yucheon was done for.
But what happened next?
Thud!
Incredibly, Hyeon Yucheon grabbed Jeongwon's hand head-on.
“Brutes like you always rely on your natural strength and strut around.”
Hyeon Yucheon gripped Jeongwon's hand, initiating a contest of strength.
Indeed, Light Blood Berserker Jeongwon often broke or twisted lesser foes' arms to flaunt his superiority.
His superhuman strength, paired with inner power unmatched in the Blood Dragon Room, made it possible.
“You wanna go?”
Jeongwon grinned delightedly, expecting Hyeon Yucheon to scamper like a squirrel. A direct power struggle was perfect.
‘I'll make sure those arms never work again.’
Confident in raw power and inner power clashes, he was shocked Hyeon Yucheon blocked his fist force—but believed full power would end it.
Of course, it was mere overconfidence.
“Haaap! Die!”
He roared bravely, trying to snap or rip Hyeon Yucheon's arm to show off—but it wouldn't budge.
And not just that.
Crack!
A chilling sound echoed.
A familiar noise to Jeongwon: ligaments tearing, muscles twisting.
Assuming Hyeon Yucheon's arm had snapped, he was stunned to realize—
Thump!
Absurdly, his own pillar-like arm bent limply sideways.
Like a trampled reed, drooping grotesquely—people rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
“Huh?”
Jeongwon was the most shocked.
Mere moments ago, his arm brimmed with immense inner power and fist force; now it dangled weirdly. Unbelievable.
Only then did he realize.
“H-how... are you stronger than me...?”
Hyeon Yucheon, whom he'd dismissed as a kid, possessed unimaginable inner power. And his body resisted not just inner arts, but external superhuman strength too. Insane.
“No need to waste Demon Sword Sect arts on trash like you.”
Hyeon Yucheon ignored the dumbfounded Jeongwon and squeezed harder.
‘Daring to match inner power with me?’
Ridiculous.
Unleashing full inner power right there—
Crunch!
Jeongwon's massive arms twisted like twigs into grotesque shapes.
Utterly crushed in both inner power and strength.
“Kuaaaack!”
Pain like his arms being torn off made him bellow like a giant ape.
Even a super peak expert would struggle to endure it.
Hyeon Yucheon looked down mercifully.
“I'll end your pain.”
Grabbing the collar of the now powerless man twice his size, he lifted him effortlessly.
Then tossed him away like discarding a book.
Crash!
Jeongwon slammed into the ground, knocked out cold. The inner power clash pushed him into qi deviation's early stages.
Thus, Blood Dragon Room's third-in-command, Light Blood Berserker Jeongwon, was broken in the time to sip tea.
Hyeon Yucheon pressed on relentlessly.
Step, step.
Having crushed their leader, only Gong Jinwol remained.
“S-stay back! I-I-I...”
As Hyeon Yucheon approached, Gong Jinwol panicked, trying to flee the underground prison again—but failed.
“I spared you upstairs because I didn't want needless killing. But you brought men and caused chaos.”
Hyeon Yucheon reached out.
“Give me one reason I should let you live.”
Speechless.
Gong Jinwol could say nothing, just tremble and sob.
“Farewell. This is a message—and challenge—to the current Blood Dragon Room Lord.”
Kwachak!
Formless sword qi pierced Gong Jinwol's heart.