Murim Login - Chapter 365
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‘So this is what it feels like.’
Transcendence. The realm of the greatest warriors chosen by the heavens.
I took a step towards the place that had never been allowed to me until now, and felt an endless sense of freedom.
How could I describe this feeling…?
‘It’s incredible.’
A faint smile formed on my lips before I realized it.
[Ding. Ding. Ding.]
– The proficiency of [Fire God Technique] has risen to 8 stars.
– The proficiency of [Fire Dragon Spear] has risen to 8 stars!
– The proficiency of [Flame Path] has…!
The system notifications announcing the increase in various martial arts skills, as well as the level-ups and achievement completions, rang out incessantly.
A force like molten lava surged from deep within me. The darkness closing in on me and Jeok Cheon-Gang did not scare me at all.
“Die!”
A scream that sounded like a cry. A face distorted like that of a demon.
The middle-aged man who had worn a friendly smile was nowhere to be found.
There was only a monster consumed by the desire to kill.
Swoosh!
A black sword engulfed in murderous intent fell like a thunderbolt. Just looking at it, one could feel the destructive force contained within it.
But…
‘In the end, you’re still human.’
The Western Heavenly Demon was already exhausted from injuries and fatigue, and his excessive anger had scattered his focus.
When the mind is shaken, so is the energy. You can’t pierce a rock with a needle, but passing through grains of sand isn’t hard.
Swish.
With just one step, the space seemed to disappear as my foot pushed off the ground.
Before I knew it, I was blocking Jeok Cheon-Gang with my back, and he cried out urgently.
“You, step back…!”
Jeok Cheon-Gang’s voice was cut off by the blue and white energy that surged up the transparent blade of my spear.
It carried the extreme heat of the sun, intertwining and merging together like tangled threads until it finally formed a shape.
A beautiful yet destructive gathering of energy. The exclusive property of the greatest warriors.
‘Ganggi (Qi of Steel).’
I had finally reached this point.
Shaking with joy, I extended my arm towards the encroaching darkness.
Shing-!
A line was drawn in the air. A blue and white flame shot out like an arrow, touching the darkness.
Heavenly Slash.
The dragon’s claws tore through the black energy.
Boom!
Amid the deafening roar, I could clearly see it. The dispersing darkness. And the face of the Western Heavenly Demon, twisted with anger and astonishment.
Blood and a scream spilled from his mouth as the backlash of the broken energy inflicted internal injuries on him.
“You, you dare-!”
“What, you bastard.”
You’re done for.
I smiled brightly and pushed off the ground. But before I could move, someone else shot towards the Western Heavenly Demon.
A small figure. It was Jeok Cheon-Gang, who had regained his composure.
– I’ll hear what happened later.
A short telepathic message followed.
– First, let’s finish off this old bastard.
It was a message that made me want to hit the like button.
The Western Heavenly Demon was horrified.
‘How, how could this be!’
Over a hundred years. All the efforts he had accumulated were crumbling. Being denied.
By a mere youngster in his twenties!
‘Is this even possible?’
In this moment, what crossed the Western Heavenly Demon’s mind was something beyond doubt.
‘Supernatural.’
A young man, just past his twenties, had manifested Ganggi. Not only that, he possessed the strength of a giant and the speed of the wind.
It was something that could only be explained by the help of supernatural forces. However…
‘You will be the one to die.’
Gritting his teeth, the Western Heavenly Demon’s foot touched the ground. At the same time, a massive wave of energy erupted from his body.
“Come!”
The Western Heavenly Demon roared like a wounded tiger.
No, he was indeed a wounded tiger. Accumulated fatigue from long battles, depleted energy. One wrist was torn off, and an ankle was broken. He had to endure internal injuries due to a momentary misjudgment against a mere youngster.
But despite that, one fact remained unchanged.
“I am the loyal servant of the Heavenly Lord. As long as He is with me, even death shall not claim me!”
Following the Western Heavenly Demon’s heroic shout, two voices, one old and one young, chimed in.
“What nonsense is he spouting now?”
“It sounds more like an underworld deity, not the Lord of Heaven. Hey, try calling him a son of a bitch.”
Jeok Cheon-Gang and Jin Taekyung.
The master and disciple, who stormed in like the wind, simultaneously extended their arms.
Boom!
In an instant, a formidable energy wave swept through, and blood dripped from one person’s mouth.
“Cough.”
The Western Heavenly Demon, who had taken the full brunt of the attack, staggered slightly.
On a normal day, it wouldn’t have mattered, but in his current state of serious injury, the combined attack of two transcendent masters was truly threatening. However, the Western Heavenly Demon did not give up.
‘I’ll take down at least one.’
The young disciple brimming with supernatural power and the old master suffering from the aftermath of injuries.
The Western Heavenly Demon chose the latter, as expected.
“Die!”
The Western Heavenly Demon’s leg swung like a whip.
Bang!
Jeok Cheon-Gang, who blocked the terrifying kick with his hand, let out a low groan.
“How dare you touch him.”
Thwack! Crack!
The tip of a spear struck the Western Heavenly Demon’s chin like lightning. The tremendous force, which even his defensive Qi couldn’t fully absorb, broke his jaw and cut off his tongue.
As he was lifted by the pain and shock, flaming hands awaited the Western Heavenly Demon.
“I am the Fire King, you bastard!”
Jeok Cheon-Gang hurled a flaming punch with a vulgar curse.
Bang!
The already unstable defensive Qi shattered. The extreme heat penetrated the cracks in his black dragon armor.
A burning pain surged up his throat along with something hot.
“Kuahhhh!”
Black blood, mixed with pieces of his intestines, spurted out. And before the blood could hit the ground, a short energy wave pierced the Western Heavenly Demon’s ear.
Shhh!
Dozens of spear shadows reflected in his bloodshot eyes.
The blue and white flames flew through the air, crisscrossing. The Western Heavenly Demon mustered all his strength.
Clang!
The black energy that climbed up the sword collided with the spear shadows. Every clash shook the underground dungeon with a tremendous boom and shockwave, shaking the Western Heavenly Demon’s insides.
“Gah…!”
But it wasn’t over.
“Do you have time to look away?”
At the moment a chilling voice reached his ears, Jeok Cheon-Gang’s Flaming God Fist dug into the Western Heavenly Demon’s side.
Crack, crunch!
The Black Dragon Armor, unable to withstand the enormous impact, shattered along with his defensive Qi. Flesh burned, and bones crumbled.
“Arrrgh!”
A horrifying scream echoed like a bell.
Even as the Western Heavenly Demon writhed in pain, he gathered all his remaining energy and unleashed it in all directions.
Boom! Boom boom boom!
Ground, ceiling, pillars, and rocks. The black energy, in tangible form, targeted everything without discrimination. Anything touched by the energy turned to powder and was sliced like tofu.
However, the two people who should have been the target of the energy had already reached the Western Heavenly Demon through the net of energy.
Slash!
The energy condensed on the transparent blade slashed through the Western Heavenly Demon’s upper body diagonally, and the flaming hands struck his chest.
Boom! Crash!
With pain and an unfamiliar sense of despair, the Western Heavenly Demon’s body flew like a cannonball, shattering solid rocks and embedding deeply into the wall.
“Guh, guh.”
With a strange groan, the Western Heavenly Demon blinked. He saw the two figures approaching through his hazy vision.
‘Is this how I die?’
He thought dazedly.
He had reigned as a powerful force for a long time. He enjoyed trampling on the weak and taking what was precious to them.
While every martial artist thought about death at least once, the Western Heavenly Demon did not.
He believed that only he himself or the sole and revered Heavenly Lord could claim his life.
But now…
“How dare you try to kill my servant.”
A dry voice, like the sands of the desert, came out from between blood-soaked lips.
There was no pain or reason in the Western Heavenly Demon’s voice.
His completely blood-red eyes were no longer human, nor did they belong to the Western Heavenly Demon.
“When this body descends from the heavens, kneel from the lowest to the highest.”
At that moment, Jeok Cheon-Gang and Jin Taekyung shouted like thunder.
“No way…!”
“The Heavenly Lord!”
Rumble!
A tremendous energy extended from the Western Heavenly Demon—no, from the one who had borrowed his body—shaking the ground and ceiling.
Dark energy, like tentacles, writhed from the torn-off arm, gradually healing the wounds that were gushing blood like a waterfall.
“Serve me. Submit to the almighty power.”
Crunch, thud.
The Western Heavenly Demon’s body slowly rose.
With each step, his energy materialized into wings behind him.
And in the next moment.
Everything stopped. The vibration, the wind, the scattering dust, and even the flow of air. In this world where everything had come to a halt, a streak of darkness shot out.
Saaah!
The darkness approached without a sound, swallowing the two figures.
Or it would have, if not for the blade that cut through the flow of time itself.
Whirrr-
Wind and energy condensed around the blade, then exploded outward. The blade, imbued with blue and white flames, erased everything in its path.
One Strike Annihilation.
A blinding flash burst forth.
* * *
As time began to flow again, what returned was an all-encompassing pain and a sense of exhaustion that threatened to shatter my entire body.
‘I just want to collapse right here.’
Every part of my body, from my arms and legs to my fingers and even a single muscle, felt like it could snap at any moment.
But I held on with superhuman strength.
Not yet, not yet. At least, not before he goes down.
“So, just die already, you bastard.”
I lifted my head and stared at the Western Heavenly Demon, or rather, the entity that had borrowed his body.
Seeing the charred remains of his body and the gaping hole in his chest, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
“Interesting. Very interesting.”
Fwoosh.
As he finished speaking, his fingers turned to ash and scattered. His body slowly disintegrated in a breeze from somewhere.
Yet the entity within him felt no pain. Instead, it threw out a laughing remark.
“Let’s meet again.”
Barely, I raised my middle finger.
“Screw you.”
No response came.
Beyond the scattering ashes, system notifications signaling quest completion and level-ups rang out.
But the mental fatigue from the battle was not recovered.
I just wanted to collapse. No, I was already falling.
Grab.
Someone’s wrinkled hand caught my shoulder.
It was the Fire King, Jeok Cheon-Gang. As I faced his welcoming face, a thought popped into my head.
“How was it?”
“What?”
“One Strike. It was amazing, right?”
Jeok Cheon-Gang’s worry-filled face gradually relaxed. Soon, a gentle smile appeared.
“Yes, it was amazing.”
That’s enough for me.
With an unspoken answer, I closed my eyes. The sound of the underground dungeon collapsing echoed faintly around me.