Reclamation (1)
Sword cry—the resonant wail of a blade.
It was the sound emanating from the sword of a swordsman who had reached the pinnacle realm, a phenomenon only possible for those who had achieved unity of body and sword.
Yet astonishingly, Hyeon Yucheon was drawing forth this sword cry with his bare hands.
‘……!!’
At the sight of Hyeon Yucheon's sword cry and his overwhelming aura, Dohyeonbo, captain of the Flash Light Demon Sword Squad, and all his squad members stood stunned.
It had been so long since they last witnessed such domineering presence that the shock hit them twice as hard.
“Hmph! The mad fool.”
“Impressive skill for a young pup, but he's lost his mind.”
While Cheolgyun, who appeared far from ordinary, was greatly startled by Hyeon Yucheon's formidable sword cry, the belligerent Blood Dragon Twin Freaks licked their lips in anticipation.
They looked more like mild-mannered scholars than warriors, having aged gracefully, but in truth, they were fiendish demons clad in human skin masks.
From the moment they ventured into the martial world, they had massacred innocent civilians without mercy, and even within the unorthodox factions, there had been endless debates on whether they should be branded as public enemies of the murim.
Perhaps that was why.
Unlike the cautious Cheolgyun, the Zuo brothers—the Blood Dragon Twin Freaks—glinted with excitement in their eyes.
The source of their confidence was simple.
“We've roamed the martial world and seen every kind of scum there is.”
“From whelps like you, strong despite your youth, to the clever ones or those whose martial arts surpass ours.”
The Zuo brothers were twins, speaking in calm tones while flashing their sharp fangs.
“Know what happened to all of them?”
“We tore them to shreds with our own hands.”
“Hilarious, the way they begged and screamed for mercy.”
“You'll be walking that same path soon enough.”
The twin brothers conversed in perfect harmony, as if reciting from a script.
Swoosh!
They signaled to Cheolgyun.
It meant they would handle Hyeon Yucheon themselves.
Nod.
Cheolgyun nodded without another word.
In the Blood Dragon Room, only one man could ever control these butcher brothers: Gu Jin-ak, the Blood Dragon Ghost Sword.
“Dohyeonbo, Flash Light Demon Sword Squad. Watch closely. See what kind of man your Demon Sword Sect Lord truly is.”
The Demon Sword Sect side was no different.
Hyeon Yucheon needed this moment to convince the Flash Light Demon Sword Squad, and the enemy wanted to hunt him down—their interests aligned perfectly.
Gulp!
Even Ga Jinuk swallowed hard in tension.
After all, weren't the Blood Dragon Twin Freaks peak masters he himself would yield to?
Regardless of their raw power, their bizarre and sinister martial arts made them incredibly tricky opponents.
“Let's show him.”
“The might of our arts.”
With those emotionless words from the Blood Dragon Twin Freaks, they extended their hands in unison.
The Blood Dragon Room boasted countless fist, leg, and grappling techniques, but theirs was unique—peerless and inimitable.
Utilizing the Blood Dragon Room's secret art, a sinister internal method exclusive to twin brothers of kindred spirits.
Whoosh!
As the Zuo brothers unleashed the Demonic Blood Twin Martial Art, something astonishing occurred.
Normally, emitting internal energy would flutter one's robes or puff out the collar—but not for them.
“No way!”
“Their bodies are expanding... and their faces are darkening!”
The Flash Light Demon Sword Squad cried out in shock at the grotesque sight.
Cheonjung, the second of the Black Wolf Three Swords and the sharpest mind among them, remarked as he watched.
“Undoubtedly an evil art.”
He was right.
Following the demonic arts of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult, the unorthodox paths harbored their own sinister evil arts—and the Demonic Blood Twin Martial Art was the Blood Dragon Room's hallmark.
This evil art was the epitome of the profane, transforming the practitioner's physique and temperament.
“Kuhuhu.”
“Feels good every time.”
The Zuo brothers shed their scholarly guise, morphing into vile villains with blazing eyes.
Killing intent radiated from them in waves, so venomous it could fell the weak-minded.
“Repulsive.”
One might expect awe at such menace, but Hyeon Yucheon merely sneered.
There was reason for his disdain.
Listen well—as an unorthodox martial artist, know the arts you must never touch. What are they?
The sinister demonic and evil arts.
Simple, low-yield techniques of the deviant paths are one thing, but those insidious ones? Never delve deep.
They promise rapid growth and power with minimal sacrifice at first... but no power comes without cost.
Soon enough, they devour you from within.
It was all thanks to Cheon Baeksang's solemn warnings, etched into his soul.
Hyeon Yucheon, inheritor of his master's every memory, could not tolerate those who practiced demonic or evil arts.
“Heh heh heh.”
“We'll kill you!”
The Blood Dragon Twin Freaks responded with savage fury, springing into action.
The true terror of the Demonic Blood Twin Martial Art lay in elevating even basic punches and kicks to transcendent techniques.
Boom!
Without so much as glancing at each other, the freaks lashed out wildly with fists and feet.
It seemed crude at first glance, but nothing could be further from the truth.
These were butchers who had hunted countless martial masters over decades.
They needed no words— a mere glance sufficed for perfect coordination.
Kaboom!
Sure enough, their ferocious assault battered Hyeon Yucheon's protective aura.
“Nngh!”
Some squad members despaired or shook their heads, seeing Hyeon Yucheon on the verge of collapse.
Even the taciturn Dohyeonbo inwardly worried—until that moment!
A unique stance striking two directions in a single attack—ideal against paired foes.
Boom!
Kabang!
Hyeon Yucheon's Formless Two Heavens Sword split its sword qi left and right, targeting both Zuo brothers simultaneously.
But what was this?
Smirk!
The Blood Dragon Twin Freaks emerged unscathed from the Formless Sword Qi.
Their clothes tore, and black smoke rose from the impact sites, but that was all.
“Hahaha!”
“Behold the true power of the Demonic Blood Twin Martial Art!”
The twins, their eyes now blood-red, bellowed.
As they claimed, another effect hardened their bodies to extreme resilience.
Not quite the invincible diamond body of peak protective aura or external arts, but more like donning armor forged from sinister internal energy.
“Your arts won't work on us!”
“Pity the Demon Sword Ghost Old Man died early. Had he met us, he'd have perished sooner!”
They crossed the final line.
“What?”
Hyeon Yucheon's eyes flashed coldly.
Not just him—every Demon Sword Sect member bristled with rage.
Cheon Baeksang remained their spiritual pillar, their everything.
“Fools babbling nonsense. You couldn't even meet his gaze when he lived.”
Inheriting his master's full memories, Hyeon Yucheon found it laughable.
Those memories showed the brothers scurrying to hide whenever Cheon Baeksang visited the Blood Dragon Room.
He despised practitioners of evil arts more than anyone, so they avoided his sight.
Now their bluster was infuriating.
“Don't make me laugh!”
“Our brothers fear no Demon Sword Sect arts!”
Unable to bear their delusions rewriting history, Hyeon Yucheon unleashed his full power.
Whoosh!
As one in the Entering Divinity realm erupted, the aura defied description.
“Huh?!”
“……?!”
The air shifted, the flow reversed—the freaks sensed peril too late.
“I inherited everything from my master. Memories and skill alike. And you dare speak to me?”
Hyeon Yucheon issued his final verdict to the Blood Dragon Twin Freaks.
He had shown mercy since entering the Blood Dragon Room, but these arrogant twins would face no quarter—he fully intended to violate the no-kill order.
The fastest stance in the Formless Flash Quick Sword arsenal—save for the ultimate mysteries—shaking the heavens in a blink.
Flash!
Not even a loud report.
Fools might not have sensed it at all.
Even the freaks, swept by its energy, stood blankly.
They reacted moments later.
“Huh?”
“Ugh...?”
The Blood Dragon Twin Freaks groaned in confusion.
Then came the true shock.
Drip, plop!
The Zuo brothers witnessed their own heads tumbling—vividly, with their own eyes.
Hyeon Yucheon's Formless Dividing Light Extreme Sword had unleashed sword force swift as light, so precise they forgot their necks were severed.
“Gahk!”
“Th-this!”
The cuts were so clean their severed heads spoke briefly.
Only possible because they were super peak monstrosities.
The Demonic Blood Twin Martial Art sustained vital functions even briefly decapitated.
But no strength defied heaven's will.
“A fitting end for your pathetic evil art and your low standards.”
Hyeon Yucheon sneered down at the freaks' heads, rolling like bloated pig bladders.
“This is truly the Demon Sword Ghost Old Man's art...”
“We spent our lives dodging Old Man Cheon... how...?”
The Zuo twins cursed the heavens as chill set in.
They had evaded their greatest fear—Cheon Baeksang, scourge of evil art users.
Believing him gone, they emerged—only to face his reincarnation, the Demon Sword Young Master Hyeon Yucheon.
A cruel twist of fate.
Psssh!
Those steeped in evil met miserable ends.
The grotesque, headless freaks soon crumbled to black dust.
Their heads followed.
They experienced their own demise in agonizing slow motion—the ultimate terror.
“Even in death, you won't meet my master. Vile wretches like you will suffer eternal torment in the Blazing Hell.”