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◈ The Martial Genius who Remembers Everything ◈
Chapter 575: Dragon Hunting (3)
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Moyong Seol knit her delicate brows.
Roars loud enough to tear eardrums apart, clashing weapons, and screams of agony filled the battlefield.
Standing at the heart of it all, she felt overwhelmed.
‘There are too many...’
Allies and enemies were tangled together, locked in a chaotic melee on every side.
Some fought desperate battles where a single strike would decide life or death. Others rolled across the ground, brawling like dogs.
Everyone was fiercely entangled in battle, regardless of their level of skill.
Moyong Gang, one of the greatest masters in the martial world, had acknowledged that her progress was the fastest within the Moyong Clan. Even so, this kind of chaotic battle was more than she could handle.
She had experienced a large-scale battle at the Sword Tomb before, but back then, they had a clear objective and strategy: break through and escape.
Jin Sowoon, who had led their group, had opened a clear path for them as well.
This situation was far worse.
Among the Green Forest warriors were vicious fiends who wielded demonic qi. They used warriors from both the Southern and Northern Forest Alliances as tools, caring little which side they belonged to as they blocked her sword.
And this time, she had someone to protect.
“Are you all right?”
Dongryong answered her question.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
He was younger than Jaehwa, her younger brother, yet he remained remarkably calm.
He inspired the trust one would expect from a Taeul Sect disciple.
Geumpyo, Dongryong’s older brother, whom she had met at the Sword Tomb, had rarely been shaken no matter how dire the situation became.
At the same time, she could vaguely sense how difficult the path they had walked must have been.
To remain calm in a situation like this meant they had overcome far worse countless times before...
Swish-
Had she let her thoughts wander for only an instant?
A saber blade barely grazed her, leaving a shallow cut.
Strangely, the small wound hurt far more than usual.
The Flashing Light Cloud-Parting Sword flashed from her hand like a ray of light.
But then...
“Ugh, aaagh!”
A demonic being used a Green Forest warrior as a shield.
Slash-
Moyong Seol desperately shifted her sword path at the last moment, allowing the Green Forest warrior to survive. Yet, as if it had been waiting for that moment, the demonic being thrust its sword into the opening in her defense.
As she used the Twin Dragon Whirlwind Sword to redirect its sword path, another demonic being appeared and aimed for her waist.
Moyong Seol was appalled by their viciousness.
The attacks were not fatal, but they were impossible to avoid.
They had accepted the difference in strength and were willing to become sacrifices if it meant wounding their opponent.
She could not avoid being injured.
Then she had to cut down at least one demonic being.
With that thought, she poured all her energy into her sword.
A demonic being in red martial robes lost its head to her blade, and another in black martial robes thrust its sword toward her waist.
Slash-
The black-robed demonic being’s head flew off as well.
“...Huh?”
“Are you all right?”
A man approached as she stood there in a daze.
The one who had saved Moyong Seol was none other than Dongryong.
‘How...?’
Dongryong had clearly been struggling among the demonic beings, yet somehow he had appeared beside her.
He was not even breathing hard.
When Moyong Seol quickly turned her head, all three demonic beings who had been holding Dongryong back had been beheaded.
‘What was that?’
The energy sense she felt from Dongryong did not even surpass Jaehwa’s.
She could not believe that Dongryong had dealt with three demonic beings so easily.
“Um...”
Dongryong hesitated before speaking.
“Since you’re Brother Jaehwa’s older sister, may I call you Sister too?”
“...What?”
It was such an unexpected thing to say in the middle of a war.
Yet Dongryong fidgeted anxiously as if it were a matter of grave importance.
“Y-Yes. Call me whatever makes you comfortable.”
“Ah, that’s a relief. Whew.”
A child who had just killed three people was nervous over a form of address.
The contrast felt strangely unreal.
Then...
“Sister, may I go help First Senior Brother?”
“Hmm?”
His eyes hardened once more.
“I think I need to go.”
“...”
Jin Sowoon was fighting an extraordinary opponent.
Would Dongryong truly be able to help in such a situation...?
After a moment of hesitation, Moyong Seol nodded.
There seemed to be a strange bond among the Taeul Sect disciples that outsiders could not understand.
“All right. Leave this place to me.”
“Then I’ll leave it to you.”
For some reason, she also felt that Dongryong might be able to help Jin Sowoon.
#
‘Fuck, what the hell is going on?’
Whenever I glanced over during my fight with Gan Se-ung, Bang Duchil was being pushed back.
“Gah! Jin Sowoon, you bastard... I’ll kill you!!”
When I cast another quick look in that direction, Bang Duchil was being driven back again.
I had not seen it wrong.
Bang Duchil was losing ground.
‘Could it be...?’
Anxiety flashed through my mind.
Had something that never happened in my previous life occurred, bringing about an even greater disaster?
Boom-
When I met his fist guards with the Black King Divine Fist, a deafening blast rang out in every direction.
His strength had grown even greater than before.
Boom! Boom!
After blocking only two attacks, it felt as though my fists would shatter.
For the third attack, I pretended to meet it head-on, slipped into his guard, and cut his calf.
Slash-
He immediately leaped high into the air.
‘Damn it.’
That bear-sized bastard must have caught on.
‘I don’t have time for this...’
Originally, the Yuseong Hall and Gale Unit were supposed to hold back the demonic beings while Bang Duchil killed the enemy and turned the tide.
But instead of killing his opponent, he was being pushed back. If Bang Duchil died like this...
‘This entire war could be over.’
At the very least, I needed to find out who had come with Gan Se-ung.
But that bear bastard would never tell me willingly.
“Die!”
Boom!
His descending fist exploded like a Thunderclap Bomb, sending rocks flying everywhere.
Dozens of Green Forest warriors died helplessly in the sudden barrage of stones.
I spoke to the bastard, who was filled with hostility and rage.
“Do you think this will let you take the Green Forest Alliance? The Corpse Lord and Fist Lord alone cannot overcome the walls of the martial world!”
“...!?”
I caught it.
The momentary look of surprise as he tilted his head slightly.
‘It’s not Jang Ogeuk... and he isn’t a woman, so is it Cold Jade Bangle?’
“Ah, I was mistaken. You brought that idiot Cold Jade Bangle? Didn’t he tell you what I did to him?”
Gan Se-ung bared his yellow teeth.
“The more I see you, the more fascinating you become. You even know that we are Demon Lords.”
“...”
“But as for why we came...”
His foul smile deepened.
“You cannot even guess.”
The smug look on his face made my unease grow stronger.
‘Fuck, it’s not Cold Jade Bangle either?’
My head hurt.
The Fiend Lord, Je Geumhak, was dead. If it was neither Cold Jade Bangle nor the Corpse Lord, Jang Ogeuk...
That left only the Mad Lord, Gu Do-cheong, and the Sword Lord, Go Jungbyeok.
“This is the punishment handed down because you killed Cold Jade Bangle.”
“What bullshit. That crazy bitch Binghwasa left some ominous words behind when she took Cold Jade Bangle away.”
“Hehehe. So even after meeting him at the Sword Tomb, you still did not realize it.”
Met him at the Sword Tomb?
Could he mean the Black King’s Wraith?
If it was not Cold Jade Bangle...
“Is it the Mad Lord, Gu Do-cheong?”
“You know of him?”
“Answer the question, you bastard!”
Screech!
A streak of light barely missed his neck by an inch, but he strode toward me as if nothing had happened.
“Seeing how impatient you have become, it seems you finally understand the situation.”
If the one Bang Duchil was fighting truly was the Mad Lord, Gu Do-cheong...
‘I have to stop him.’
No, I had to save him.
Their matchup was every bit as unfavorable as mine against Gan Se-ung.
‘What do I do...?’
Dang Seohui, whom I had kept out of the battle for a moment like this, had gone to capture a Baeksong Sect member named Hwa Jeongsan. Moyong Seol was too busy holding off the demonic beings.
And I could not kill Gan Se-ung quickly.
He was the kind of opponent whose life had to be chipped away slowly over time.
As I stood there, unable to do either...
“First Senior Brother.”
A young voice called out to me.
I turned toward the voice.
Dongryong stood there with his sword held against his chest.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“What?”
- Would it be enough if I kept him occupied?
What was this now?
- Did I make a mistake? I thought First Senior Brother would use a strategy where someone strikes the back of the opponent’s head at a time like this.
I did not know how he had figured it out, but what I needed right now was time.
Still, I could not leave Gan Se-ung to Dongryong.
He was not an opponent I could leave even to the current Moyong Seol, who had not yet become the Sword Empress.
- If you’re worried about me, it’s all right. I might not be able to kill him, but...
Then...
- I’m confident I won’t die either.
Dongryong showed a strange confidence.
He had gone to the Alliance Leader’s Hall, but he had told me nothing about what happened there.
Still, I could tell that the confidence he showed now was related to whatever had happened at the Alliance Leader’s Hall.
Either way, I had no time to think for long.
- Are you really sure?
- Yes.
- If it becomes dangerous, run away no matter what.
Fortunately, Dongryong had learned the Peerless Wanderer Divine Art as well.
If he ran with all his strength, even Gan Se-ung would not be able to catch him easily.
- Don’t worry.
I immediately used the Taeul Eighty Thousand Divine Steps to widen the distance between us.
Dongryong stepped in front of Gan Se-ung as he rushed toward me.
“Who are you?”
“Hello. I’m Dongryong of the Taeul Sect.”
“What?”
With the utmost politeness, Dongryong said, “I’ll be your opponent from now on.”
...Our Dongryong really could not hold back his manners, could he...
“Does the Taeul Sect only accept madmen?”
Look at that rootless Demonic Cult bastard talking. How dare he speak to our Dongryong like that...!
Gan Se-ung kicked off the ground and tried to crush Dongryong like a cannonball.
I could not help but freeze.
But then, at that moment, Dongryong kicked off the ground.
Flutterrr-
He spun twice through the air and put the full weight of his body behind his sword.
Whoosh-
He brought it down on Gan Se-ung’s neck.
Thud!
Gan Se-ung, who had intended to ignore Dongryong’s attack, touched his neck with a massive fist guard.
The fist guard was stained with vivid blood.
“Ah! I’m sorry. Had we not started yet?”
“...”
Gan Se-ung’s face was filled with disbelief.
Dongryong stood before him with innocent eyes, holding his sword.
Seeing that, I felt a little more at ease.
I sprinted toward Bang Duchil.
#
Bang Duchil had waited for this day.
The day he would meet the Demonic Cult bastards again.
The day he would beat that mysterious giant to death.
He had waited for it desperately.
But the one who appeared today was not the giant.
Bang Duchil found himself facing an unexpected crisis.
He gritted his teeth.
‘How...?’
He gathered his internal energy and launched a fist force, but when his Gale Mad Demon Fist met the man’s fist, it did not produce a thunderous explosion.
Ssssss-
The fist force itself crumbled apart.
Yet only the space occupied by the man remained completely untouched.
Huff. Huff. Huff.
The last time they met, he had never imagined his opponent was this strong.
Back then, he had been too busy fighting the giant, and this man had not even joined the battle.
Unlike the giant, Bang Duchil had assumed the man used transformation techniques or swift sword techniques. Yet the bizarre martial art he employed left Bang Duchil bewildered.
Rumble.
The energy gathered in his palm swallowed the surrounding space as it shot forward.
His unique martial art, the Gale Divine Palm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Its tremendous destructive force seemed ready to erase space itself.
Yet when the Gale Divine Palm passed, only the space occupied by the man remained unharmed.
It made no sense.
Dazed, Bang Duchil punched himself in the cheek.
The blow struck one of the wounds the man had given him, snapping him back to his senses.
Nothing had changed.
“It isn’t even dark arts...?”
“I do not know what misunderstanding you are under.”
The man calmly tilted his head.
“Can you not accept that you are simply weak?”
“...I’m weak?”
It had been like this from the beginning.
Since they exchanged their first move, Bang Duchil’s injuries had continued to pile up, while the man gave off even greater energy than before.
It was like pouring water into a bottomless jar.
That did not matter.
“Then I’ll keep pouring until it overflows!”
“What strange nonsense are you saying now?”
The energy Bang Duchil released spun fiercely, changing into a violent gale.
The Gale Mad Demon Fist’s Absorption Formula pulled the man toward him.
At the last moment...
Boom!
His fist force shot toward the man’s solar plexus as though it would pierce through it.
Bang Duchil did not stop there.
He drew upon the Gale Art and unleashed the Gale Mad Demon Fist again and again.
Boom! Boom!
Three strikes followed in the blink of an eye.
The attacks were so fast that the man, unable to defend in time, had his head thrown back.
A fierce wind swept toward the man for an instant.
Then...
Bang Duchil drove the man back, leaving footprints in the ground, and immediately unleashed the Gale Linked-Exchange Kick.
“No!!!”
A thin thread suddenly caught his arm and pulled him backward.
Startled, Bang Duchil turned to see who had dragged him away.
“Brother... what are you doing?”
It was Jin Sowoon.
“You cannot approach him right now.”
“What do you mean...!”
He was about to get angry at having missed the chance to land the finishing blow.
Crack.
The man’s head, which had been thrown back, slowly turned forward.
“Hmm.”
The man ran his tongue over the blood at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes curved into a smile.
“What a shame. I had a chance to take the Green Dragon’s head.”
“...”
Even after taking the Gale Mad Demon Fist three times head-on, the bastard did not seem to have suffered even a minor internal injury.
Instead...
“It is good to see a familiar face.”
As if nothing had happened...
“Black Flame Dragon.”
He greeted Jin Sowoon.
Bang Duchil asked Jin Sowoon, “Do you know him?”
“No.”
“He speaks as though he knows you.”
“I’m rather popular.”
“...Lucky you.”
The man approached with a faint smile as he rolled his neck from side to side.
His steps were light, as if he had come out for a leisurely walk.
“Is this the time for jokes?”
“You made the joke first. More importantly, that bastard uses a strange martial art.”
“It is not a martial art. What he uses is...”
“Then what is it?”
“Something closer to sorcery.”
“Sorcery?”
Whoosh-
At that moment, Jin Sowoon’s sword split into dozens of blades and spread in every direction.
The sight of sword forms spreading across an area three zhang wide in every direction was spectacular.
But none of them could harm the man.
Instead, the Green Forest warriors fighting nearby only staggered back in alarm.
“Brother, attacks like that are not effective against him.”
“It is not that they are ineffective.”
“Hm?”
“It only looks that way.”
“What does that...”
Jin Sowoon, still focused, nodded.
“I will show you. Attack on three.”
“No, explain it first...”
The man who had been watching Jin Sowoon and Bang Duchil stopped walking.
At that moment, Jin Sowoon kicked off the ground.
“Three!”
“Brother!?”
A golden energy, bright as the sun, shot from his sword like a beam of light.
Bang Duchil’s Gale Mad Demon Fist followed after the golden light a moment later.
Then something astonishing happened.
For the first time, the man used footwork to evade.
Whoosh-
But Jin Sowoon’s sword moved first.
The dozens, perhaps hundreds, of sword forms spread across the space three zhang wide in every direction...
Whoooooosh-
Became a storm of swords that swallowed the man whole.
At the same time, dozens of palm forces shot from the man’s hands and met the storm of swords.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosion of energy burst the air, and a fierce wind swept away dust and people alike.
The terrifying destructive force passed over the man, but Bang Duchil did not expect anything.
Had he not experienced it himself?
That chilling man always emerged unharmed, as though nothing had happened.
But then...
“...Huh?”
As the dust settled, the man who emerged from the site of destruction covered his face as though he had been seriously wounded.
At the same time...
“Ha...!”
A bizarre sight unfolded before them.
“That is his true nature.”
Countless Green Forest warriors had spilled blood during the fierce battle.
All that blood flowed toward the man like streams running back to their source.
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