Murim Login - Chapter 362
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Seo Cheon-Ma began to speak with a smile.
“I acknowledge it. You are truly a supernatural force, an anomaly.”
He had crushed my limbs and inflicted severe internal injuries. A cripple? That would have been a fortunate outcome. Such injuries could easily lead to death.
Yet, the young man, Jin Taekyung, had survived.
He stood before Seo Cheon-Ma now, his limbs fully healed and his internal energy even stronger.
‘Even with dozens of sorcerers working together, such a recovery would be impossible.’
This was indeed supernatural, a miracle.
Seo Cheon-Ma trembled with a mix of excitement and awe.
Jin Taekyung tilted his head, mocking him.
“Why, feeling like you need to piss now that you’re about to die? Why are you trembling like that?”
“Do you know how many years I’ve lived?” Seo Cheon-Ma asked.
“No, and I don’t care to.”
Seo Cheon-Ma nodded.
“Of course. To be honest, I don’t really know either.”
“Idiot.”
“As I grew older, counting the years lost its meaning. Had I lived on, I might have chosen death out of sheer boredom.”
“Can’t you just die now? I’m serious, I can even kneel for it.”
“I’m afraid not. I’m enjoying myself more now than ever. Meeting you today is as exciting as meeting the Heavenly Lord in the past.”
Seo Cheon-Ma laughed brightly again.
To him, the past decades had been tedious years of endurance.
He longed for war and bloodshed and sought something he had never experienced.
Neither the Poison King nor Gyeongcheonshinri had fulfilled his need for novelty.
The very thing Seo Cheon-Ma had longed for was found in the young man before him.
“Just one request.”
Seo Cheon-Ma’s lips stretched into a wide grin.
His face, twisted into a grotesque smile, resembled a demon from Buddhist scriptures.
“Hold out as long as you can.”
Rumble!
The ground shook violently.
Dark energy surged from Seo Cheon-Ma’s entire body, suppressing everything around him.
As the Absolute of Heaven drew his darkened sword, the black energy surged forward, erasing space itself.
Swish!
“I have one request too.”
Jin Taekyung grasped his spear.
The blue flames enveloping the spearhead lit up the darkness like a holy fire.
“Die as quickly as possible.”
Boom!
* * *
With a thunderous roar, a massive impact traveled through the spear.
Crack!
I felt exhilaration as the black energy clashed with the White Flame Spear.
‘There’s a good chance of victory.’
This exchange of blows gave me that certainty.
The clash of sword energy and spear energy.
If asked which was superior, ninety-nine out of a hundred would say the sword energy.
The remaining person would scoff at the obvious question.
But…
‘This is doable.’
In my first fight with Seo Cheon-Ma, each blow had inflicted internal injuries, forcing me to retreat.
However, with the immense internal energy transferred to me by the Heavenly Strength Demon, the story was different.
I only retreated a single step.
Seo Cheon-Ma, who had seemed unreachable, was now within arm’s reach.
“Your internal energy is impressive, isn’t it?”
Sizzle.
The massive spear energy showed no signs of dimming against the black sword energy.
Seo Cheon-Ma, peering through the crossed weapons, looked at me with admiration.
“I guarantee, there has never been a martial artist like you in Murim history.”
“That’s true. None of them had the internal energy of three masters.”
I stared directly at him and added.
“And none of them had this ability.”
Before he could respond, I mentally issued a command.
‘Allocate 50 points each to strength and agility.’
The Heavenly Strength Demon had given me more than just internal energy.
I had leveled up ten times, healing all my injuries, and I still had stat points left to allocate.
Whoosh.
A radiant aura enveloped my entire body.
The changes, perceivable only by me, occurred instantly.
Now it was time to confirm those changes visually.
“Brace yourself.”
“Brace myself?”
“Yes, prepare yourself for a real show.”
I clenched my teeth and gripped the spear shaft tightly.
What are my stats now?
I didn’t know the exact numbers, but one thing was certain: my body had far surpassed human limits.
The immense pressure wiped the smile off Seo Cheon-Ma’s face.
“This brute force…”
“You know how to hit where it hurts.”
It was crude but effective.
The spear, which had been gradually pushed back by the sword energy, began to tilt slightly toward Seo Cheon-Ma, indicating the effectiveness of my method.
‘If martial arts are lacking, compensate with physical strength.’
A method only I could use.
At the same time, it meant Seo Cheon-Ma’s martial arts were far superior to mine.
“Yah!”
Crack!
With a short shout, Seo Cheon-Ma’s sword drew a strange line and wrapped around the spearhead.
It was a deflecting technique using the essence of Sa-Ryang-Bal-Cheon-Gun. [1]
As the spear pierced the air, the compressed air exploded. Seo Cheon-Ma reached out to me as I staggered momentarily.
Swish, swish, swish!
Invisible, intangible energy. But I could sense it. When and where it would strike.
With this realization, my body moved fluidly.
I bent back until my back almost touched the ground.
Zip!
Five streaks of invisible energy brushed past my philtrum.
Blood splattered, and the metallic scent filled my nostrils.
As I rose using an ascending technique, the dark sword energy sliced diagonally toward me.
Whoosh! Slash!
The sword energy narrowly missed, tearing through space.
Just that caused a pillar three yards away to collapse, and the bars of the underground prison to split like tofu.
Too close for a spear swing. But I knew exactly what to do.
‘Open inventory. Store.’
The White Flame Spear vanished from my hand, and I lunged at Seo Cheon-Ma’s chest with both hands.
Whoosh!
Hot breath mixed with the expelled air.
My palms, infused with the energy of the Flame God Palm, shot forward. Seo Cheon-Ma’s blurred hands suddenly struck with twin palms as he released his grip on his sword.
Boom!
The moment the two pairs of energy-laden palms collided, a fierce gale swept around us.
The stone ground caved in, and the impact was so powerful that everything nearby burst apart.
But the real battle was yet to come.
‘Hold it in!’
I suppressed the scream that threatened to burst out.
The massive energy waves surging from our locked palms and interlaced fingers made my vision blur momentarily.
‘Seo Cheon-Ma’s energy… it’s…’
The amount of internal energy I possessed was equivalent to three masters.
In terms of energy alone, I could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the heads of the Nine Great Sects and the Five Great Clans.
But Seo Cheon-Ma, this monster before me, was on a different level.
‘This is insane.’
Sizzle.
The heat radiating from my hands slowly subsided, and the darkness began to engulf the flames.
Seo Cheon-Ma’s low voice seeped through his lips.
“Don’t be too upset. Towers built quickly crumble just as quickly.”
“You’re just a strong child. A limit for those who haven’t transcended.”
Limit?
That word made me grit my teeth automatically.
It was a word I had heard far too often. A boy growing up without a father, one from a poor family, a man destined to live as an F-rank hunter forever…
Every sharp word aimed at me had ‘limit’ attached like a tail. Even now, despite all I had achieved.
“You think…”
In my suppressed voice, a question mark appeared on Seo Cheon-Ma’s face.
As I blocked the endless influx of his energy, I muttered like a groan.
“I’ll shut you up permanently.”
The question mark turned into an exclamation mark quickly.
Gritting my teeth, I poured all my strength into moving forward.
I slowly bent Seo Cheon-Ma’s interlocked fingers.
Crack.
The sound of bones dislocating made Seo Cheon-Ma’s face contort in pain.
“Your strength is impressive. But this is the end.”
Crack, pop!
It happened in an instant.
Seo Cheon-Ma, stepping on air, kneed me in the face.
The newly healed bridge of my nose caved in, and several teeth flew into the air. I quickly withdrew my hands and wiped the blood from my eyes.
“Ugh!”
“Your limits are clear.”
Whoosh, bang!
A fierce strike accompanied by a blast of air. I blocked with my arm, but the shockwave ruptured my eardrum. Staggering momentarily, I faced a rain of blows.
Thud, thud, thud!
Chest, abdomen, legs. Relentless attacks pounded my entire body.
But unlike the first fight, I neither easily allowed attacks nor fell.
‘I’ve experienced this before. I won’t be fooled twice.’
I grabbed something firm from the ghostly afterimage. Seo Cheon-Ma’s arm, unprotected by his Black Dragon Armor.
Without hesitation, I twisted and squeezed his arm as if wringing laundry.
Crack!
The flesh tore, and shattered bones jutted out.
No matter how skilled, pain is felt. Seo Cheon-Ma suppressed a groan and threw a punch.
This time, the movements were dull and rough. No reason I shouldn’t dodge it.
Bang!
The compressed air burst just half a foot away from my face.
I reached out like lightning and grabbed his fist.
“Huh?”
I froze for a split second, noticing something familiar. A small gem-encrusted ring emitting a mysterious light. How had I not noticed it before?
‘Why does he have the All-Poison Ring…?’
A thousand thoughts raced through my mind in that brief moment.
And in the split second of realization, Seo Cheon-Ma’s fist landed a powerful blow.
Wham!
I tumbled to the ground, holding my buzzing head as I got up.
Despite the hit, I found myself laughing like a madman.
Seo Cheon-Ma frowned at my laughter.
“Why are you laughing? Have you lost your mind?”
“Lost my mind? No, you have,” I retorted, waving the object in my hand.
“See this? I just took it out of my inventory. A brand-new, very important item.”
“How did you…?”
Countless emotions flickered across Seo Cheon-Ma’s face: shock, disbelief, anger. His eyes darted to his now-empty hand, and he spoke in a heavy voice.
“How?”
“Isn’t it the power of the supernatural you’re so obsessed with?”
A single touch had been enough.
The All-Poison Ring had left Seo Cheon-Ma’s hand and entered my inventory, my secret stash, and now it was on my middle finger.
“It really does look different, doesn’t it?” I taunted.
“…Give it back. You’re not worthy of it.”
I raised my middle finger to him.
“How does it look? Beautiful, isn’t it?”
Seo Cheon-Ma’s body trembled with rage.
Gone was his usual composed demeanor. Seeing this, I felt a surge of confidence.
“The All-Poison Ring. That was your objective from the start.”
The first thought that crossed my mind when I saw the ring on his finger was the Jade Buddha Staff that the Blood Lord had taken from Shaolin during the massacre.
“The Blood Lord… he clung to it desperately even while fleeing. So, are you guys collecting jewels? Maybe a dragon will grant your wish if you gather seven of them?”
Seo Cheon-Ma’s eyes darkened ominously.
“I said, give it back.”
“Fuck off.”
I waved my middle finger adorned with the All-Poison Ring at him.
Simultaneously, I muttered internally.
‘Open inventory. Store.’
The ring vanished as if erased, and Seo Cheon-Ma’s eyes widened in fury.
“You…!”
Rumble.
The energy around Seo Cheon-Ma surged violently. The sword, drawn to him by an unseen force, flew back into his grasp.
Shhhh!
With black sword energy burning more fiercely than ever, Seo Cheon-Ma spoke.
“This is the last chance. Hand it over.”
Having lost the most crucial item, Seo Cheon-Ma was different now.
His mind wavered, and so did his sword. The tide of the battle had shifted in my favor.
“This is my final answer. No.”
The moment Seo Cheon-Ma heard my answer, his eyes sank into a deep darkness.
“You brought this upon yourself.”
With a flat voice, the black sword energy wrapped around the blade shot out like an arrow.
But the destructive force wasn’t aimed at my arms, legs, or neck.
It was aimed at the end of the devastated corridor. The treatment room.
“No!”
I screamed, throwing myself forward.
Every muscle in my body screamed in pain, and the energy I hastily gathered scraped my internal pathways.
But it didn’t matter. As long as I could stop it. As long as I wasn’t too late.
‘Noya!’
Without saying a word, I kicked off the ground.
Boom!
In the slowed-down world, the thunderous roar and blinding flash filled my vision.
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Footnotes:
[1] Sa-Ryang-Bal-Cheon-Gun (사량발천근) is a martial arts principle that involves issuing force or energy equivalent to a thousand jins (approximately 500 kilograms) using four different measures or principles, emphasizing precision and power.