WeTried Translations

Translator: ZERO_SUGAR

Editor: Abstract

Discord: https://dsc.gg/wetried

Episode 48: Invincible (3)

──────

Only a gak[1] earlier.

[If I read their lips correctly, it's a place called Bosan.]

Bosan.

It was a mountain region full of deep valleys in western Yunnan. Since the Chief of Heavenly Kill Valley had desperately tried to reveal it before dying, it was the most likely place for Grand Guardian Seo Yong-chu, the Towering Giant, to be living in seclusion.

[Seeing how that bastard planted all sorts of vessels and such everywhere, he might make another move. We should leave at once.]

Mumu responded to Kang Mu-i's opinion.

[We should. I have quite a few things to ask. But there's somewhere I need to stop first.]

[There's somewhere you need to stop first? We're already short on time. Where could you possibly...]

[I think it'd be better to deal with these “people,” vessels or whatever, before meeting the Grand Guardian.]

[What?]

Kang Mu-i could not hide his confusion at Mumu's words.

They were searching for the Grand Guardian to find clues about the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter.

Yet Mumu intended to deal with the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter first?

The order was backwards.

[When you say you'll deal with that damned bastard, do you mean you know where he is?]

[I saw him earlier.]

[You saw him?]

[No. I suppose I should say I felt him.]

[What do you mean?]

[When that person tried to take over my body...]

Because of the spell of the Crimson Profound Soul-Shifting Art, Mumu's spiritual energy had been awakened through his Baihui acupoint.

It had opened a gateway to forcibly impose another soul upon him.

But something unexpected happened.

As his spiritual energy awakened, Mumu inadvertently reached the Heavenly Gate, one of the final stages of the True Heavenly Martial Scripture. Rather than allowing another soul to possess him, it became the catalyst that further evolved Mumu's own soul.

During that process, the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter's soul had tried to impose itself on Mumu. In that fleeting instant, Mumu came into contact with the Overlord's soul and temporarily assimilated with it.

* * *

Extreme, standing before the stone throne, stared sharply at Mumu.

This was a completely unexpected situation.

Finding them was one thing, but how had Mumu arrived here so quickly?

Those connected through the same soul could cross space, but even at full speed with a movement skill, it would take four or five days to travel from Guizhou to Wudu, the southernmost region of Gansu.

‘If he can ignore distance to that extent, did he fly here?’

That was possible.

If Mumu were a vessel like Extreme or One, he too could travel much faster through Soaring Through the Void or Sword Flight Art.

But at such speed, that body had completely surpassed its limits.

‘The finest.’

The ideal body.

The vessel they had desired so desperately.

The corners of Extreme's mouth, along with those of One and the more than two hundred others, rose in satisfaction.

“You came to us on your own feet. You've spared us the trouble. That boldness of yours has made this much easier.”

Mumu was overconfident.

Coming here had been a mistake.

Surpassing the limits of the body was impressive, but it was still a grave miscalculation if Mumu believed that was enough.

Mumu could not overcome One, who possessed limitless internal energy, or Extreme, who possessed limitless internal energy, the finest body, the greatest martial talent, and stature that surpassed even Mui.

-Swish!

“Secure the vessel.”

“I agree!!!!”

The moment Extreme finished speaking, more than two hundred selves answered at once and transformed their bodies.

-Crack! Crack! Crack!

The muscles across their bodies swelled grotesquely before condensing.

Yet the changes did not end there.

-Whoooooosh!

Their skin took on red, gray, and even black hues. White vapor poured from their entire bodies.

A strange light appeared in Mumu's eyes at the sight.

Extreme smiled.

“By condensing the muscles and accelerating the circulation of blood, one can unleash explosive power. Thanks to you, I learned something useful.”

Unlike Mumu, they could not maintain it for long.

For blood to circulate that quickly, one needed a powerful heart and blood vessels.

That was the bloodline martial talent of the Ha Family, Mumu's maternal family.

‘But fifteen minutes to half an hour will pose no problem.’

The more than two hundred selves might not have been complete, but their bodies possessed martial talent that easily surpassed that of ordinary martial artists.

“It will be less painful if you join us willingly.”

“Join you... I'm really tired of hearing that.”

“You are stubborn. Then let us see just how far your abilities go.”

-Boom! Boom! Boom!

Before those words had even finished, more than two hundred mutated figures rushed toward Mumu at once.

It looked as though more than two hundred Mumus were charging at him.

“Huuuuuuup!”

At that moment, the muscles around Mumu's chest expanded greatly.

After drawing in a deep breath, Mumu began to blow toward the more than two hundred figures charging at him.

“Whooooooo!”

-Baaaaaang!

The breath that left Mumu's mouth was truly like a gale.

A white, frosty gale instantly swept over the charging figures.

“Hmph!”

More than two hundred of them drew up their life energy and forced blazing Yang ki out of their bodies, trying to push through it.

But then,

-Crack-crack-crack!

-Crack-crack!

The cold ki within the gale surpassed their expectations.

The vessels with weaker blazing Yang ki could not endure it, and their bodies froze solid.

Nearly half of them were affected.

Frozen in an instant, their bodies shattered under the force of the gale.

-Clang! Crack! Crunch!

‘What is this?’

Extreme and One, watching from nearby, frowned at the same time.

It was only breath, yet it carried power close to an icy gale.

One shouted at the others.

“Scatter!”

-Papapapapap!

Startled, the vessels scattered in every direction to escape the gale.

Deciding it was dangerous to remain grouped together, they tried to surround Mumu from all sides.

Mumu slightly bent his knees.

-Creak! Creak!

His sartorius muscles, rectus femoris, and calves began to bulge.

Then Mumu lowered his right hand and kicked off the ground.

-Kwaaaaaang!

As the ground caved in, the earth surged upward like a reverse waterfall.

It was vast enough to sweep away the charging vessels, and Mumu moved through it at tremendous speed.

One's and Extreme's pupils quivered.

-Swish! Crunch!

“Urk!”

-Pak! Thud! Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-bang!

-Pak! Crunch!

“Ghk!”

Within the rising torrent of earth, Mumu destroyed each vessel swept up by the surging ground with a single strike.

One punch or kick burst their heads and shattered their bodies.

Some of the stronger vessels resisted with waves of force and formless fists and swords, but they were helpless against him.

It was nothing short of a massacre.

-Swish!

Though they occupied the same space, it seemed as if Mumu and the others existed on different axes of time.

They could not respond to Mumu's speed or strength at all.

There was a difference between the vessels' bodies, but no one had expected it to be this great.

One spoke to Extreme with a grave expression.

“This is beyond what ordinary vessels can handle. Unless you or I step in, they cannot contain him.”

At this rate, they might lose every ordinary vessel.

Extreme nodded.

One, who had been standing beside the stone throne, shot toward Mumu, who was slaughtering the vessels.

‘I've failed to measure your strength properly. I'll face you seriously now.’

-Hummmm!

As One extended both hands, two enormous spheres of crimson life energy formed nearby.

The ninth technique of the Tyrant Blood Demonic Art, Demon-Infused Orb Barrage.

Created by One's limitless internal energy, the two enormous crimson spheres of life energy, each roughly twelve meters across, rushed toward Mumu.

-Papapapapapang!

The two spheres tore through layers of air as they flew.

They bore down on Mumu with enough force to sweep him away in an instant.

-Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-bang!

Their power was so intense that anything they grazed would be annihilated.

But then,

-Swish!

Mumu glanced at the Demon-Infused Orb Barrage, then casually flicked a finger at the spheres.

-Bang! Bang!

As though something had blocked them, the spheres of life energy exploded.

One's expression hardened.

Mumu had stopped a Demon-Infused Orb Barrage containing enough life energy to easily blow away a small mountain, simply by flicking his finger.

‘Is this nothing to him?’

It was astonishing.

No wonder the Four Immortal Masters, who had rivaled the Overlord of Blood and Slaughter at his strength of seventeen years ago, were no match for Mumu.

There was no other choice.

One had intended to hold back enough to avoid damaging the vessel at all, but if One did not defeat Mumu with everything available, the damage would only grow worse.

‘Without considering whether the vessel will be damaged...’

That was when it happened.

“I'll do it!”

Hearing the voice, One looked toward the source.

Extreme, who had been standing before the stone throne, had already moved.

Since they shared the same soul, Extreme had reached the same conclusion.

-Pak!

Extreme flew above Mumu, who was practically massacring the vessels. When Extreme raised both hands, each bearing a sword-finger seal, an astonishing sight unfolded.

-Whooooooo!

Twelve red, shimmering Formless Swords appeared around Extreme.

Each Formless Sword was enormous, measuring roughly six meters long.

Even Mumu stopped killing the vessels and looked up at the twelve crimson Formless Swords filling the space beneath the ceiling.

Extreme spoke to Mumu.

“I will show you what overwhelming power truly is.”

With those words, Extreme thrust out both sword-finger seals toward Mumu.

-Swish-swish-swish-swish-swish!

The twelve enormous crimson Formless Swords that filled the space beneath the ceiling rained down on Mumu without restraint.

Even the Eastern River Sword Sage's incomplete Formless Sword had possessed enough power to cleave a mountain.

The power of these fully realized Formless Swords, pushed to their utmost, was beyond comparison.

-Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-bang!

The twelve Formless Swords devastated the floor of the cavern.

The entire cavern shook and split apart as though an earthquake had struck.

The aftershock was so powerful that even the other vessels sharing the same soul, along with One, were awestruck.

‘As expected of Extreme.’

Extreme.

It was the perfect body they had barely obtained through countless wombs.

The Heavenly Martial Body, internal energy close to infinity from the Nine Yin Severed Meridians, and a peerless intellect that comprehended all things were the three qualities that had created Extreme.

It was supreme power, enough for Extreme alone to crush the entire force of justice in the martial world.

-Whoooooosh!

As the dust settled, the floor of the cavern was revealed.

Its depth was impossible to measure.

It was no exaggeration to say that Extreme's power had already surpassed human limits.

Extreme muttered in a satisfied voice.

“I meant to use him as a vessel, but at this rate, not even a corpse will remain...”

Before Extreme could finish speaking,

-Bang!

Someone shot out of the enormous hole in the cavern floor.

It was Mumu.

‘!?’

Extreme frowned.

That strike had possessed enough power to blow away even a massive mountain.

Yet Mumu, despite having no regenerative ability, was completely unharmed.

“You bastard...”

“Are you done?”

“What?”

“You said you'd show me overwhelming power.”

Extreme's eyes turned serious at those words.

Extreme had never imagined Mumu could withstand twelve Formless Swords packed with the destructive life energy of the Tyrant Blood Demonic Art.

‘He endured power at level eight.’

If that was the case, Extreme might truly need to use full strength.

“You are impressive. Since the combined attack of the Four Immortal Masters, I never thought I would have to use my full strength against my other self. Fine. I will show you. True power!”

Extreme acted in earnest and unleashed all their power.

Until now, it had only been level eight. Now came the Tyrant Blood Demonic Art at level twelve.

-Whooooooo!

As Extreme properly released their power, the surrounding air grew heavy.

Even all the vessels that shared the same soul with Extreme felt pressured by the overwhelming life energy being unleashed.

One was awestruck at the sight.

With Extreme's current strength, One was certain that even if the Four Immortal Masters, who had grown stronger over the past seventeen years, no, even the Ten Great Masters of the Force of Justice, launched a combined attack, victory or defeat would be decided within three techniques.

One looked at Mumu and sneered.

‘What a foolish choice. Had you joined us quietly, you would never have felt such fear.’

Then Mumu opened his mouth.

“Is that all?”

“What?”

At Mumu's words, not only One but even Extreme frowned in disbelief.

Could Mumu still say something like that under the overwhelming pressure of this life energy?

‘Insolent bastard.’

Even rage began to rise within them.

Then it happened.

-Swaaaaaa!

-Rumble-rumble-rumble!

An unimaginable pressure and energy erupted from Mumu.

The entire cavern, from the ground up, began to shake as though it might collapse at any moment.

‘W-what in the...’

-Shiver!

The pressure was so intense that it seemed to draw fear from the depths of their souls.

It went beyond the sensation of being suppressed by energy. The impossible pressure assaulted all five senses, and even Extreme, who had unleashed all their power, was left speechless.

Mumu lightly clenched a fist and spoke.

“I've been holding back as much as I can because I was afraid I might be forced to ascend, but I think it'd be better to finish this quickly.”

[1] Gak: A traditional Korean time unit equal to fifteen minutes.

Footnotes:

Join our discord at https://dsc.gg/wetried