novelraw Chapter 22 : Ambush (1)
Chapter 22 : Ambush (1)
Chapter 22: Ambush (1)
Biiiiii—
Amid the ringing in his ears, Gal Sopyeong collapsed to the ground.
“Ghk!”
Though his mind was spinning, Gal Sopyeong desperately drew up his internal energy to survive.
Yin Wind Fist.
Spiral Pursuit Step.
Whirl—
Spinning his entire body like a vortex, he shot upright from the ground.
Then he charged straight at Cheon Bigang.
The eerie afterimages created by Yin Wind Fist surrounded his rotating body, leaving snake-skin-like traces in the air.
An offensive and defensive technique combined.
As he unleashed the highest level technique he had reached, Gal Sopyeong regained confidence.
“You bastard! Let’s see if you can take this too!”
Whirl!
A suffocating pressure filled the air.
From within the swirling afterimages, fists shot out along unpredictable trajectories.
There were five in total.
Two were real, the other three illusions.
“Hahaha! You won’t have enough hands to block them all!”
“Is that so?”
Cheon Bigang opened his palm, then straightened his fingers like a blade and thrust into the vortex.
It was the form of a piercing hand strike.
Puk!
With the sound of tearing fabric, the afterimages containing the illusions melted away.
As the vortex vanished, Gal Sopyeong, struck in the solar plexus, spat blood.
“Puh!”
Drip.
The internal energy he had pushed to the limit turned against him.
As his energy channels shrank from the blow, the wandering energy rampaged through his body, damaging his organs.
Gal Sopyeong couldn’t believe his technique had been broken so easily.
With shocked eyes, he asked,
“H-how?”
“I heard it.”
“Heard it?”
“Between the afterimages, I heard you chattering excitedly. So I aimed there.”
“…Impossible!”
Is this bastard a genius?
Putting a hand into that storm of fists wouldn’t just end with a broken arm.
It would be crushed entirely.
And he did it without hesitation?
What was he trusting?
As Gal Sopyeong’s thoughts shook, Cheon Bigang raised his fingers.
“Now, three.”
“What?”
“With that, I’ve matched the number of Red Monkey Sect bastards lying there. Now what remains is…”
A dreadful smile spread across Cheon Bigang’s lips.
“Twenty-one. The number you killed in the last exam. Today, I’ll settle that grudge.”
“U-uaaaah!”
I… I can’t win.
This guy is a monster.
Unable to move properly due to his disrupted energy, Gal Sopyeong crawled toward the edge of the circle.
Consumed by fear, he forgot everything about the exam and crawled desperately to survive.
If he could just get outside the circle—
“Spare… me…!”
“Four.”
Crack!
Cheon Bigang stepped on his knee, crushing it.
“Aaaagh!”
“Five.”
Crack!
This time, his elbow.
From there, it became one-sided violence.
Amid desperate screams, Cheon Bigang asked quietly,
“How did it feel when the others screamed?”
“Did you feel omnipotent?”
“How about now?”
“When you killed 24 people, what did you feel?”
Crack!
Two ribs broke.
“Spare me…!”
Gal Sopyeong turned toward his last hope—
Yang Woomin.
But what he saw was a madman, trembling in ecstasy, having wet himself.
Urine dripped from Yang Woomin’s trousers as his whole body shook with excitement.
“That’s it…! That expression! That’s the face I wanted to see! Ahh! Supreme! Ahhh! I can’t hold it back!”
The one crushing evil, the evil struggling to live, and the one losing his sanity in ecstasy watching despair.
After violence that stopped just short of killing, Cheon Bigang struck Gal Sopyeong’s heart with the final blow.
Thud!
His pulse stopped.
Feeling death seep coldly through his veins, Gal Sopyeong spoke into the air.
“…De, mon.”
“I’ve heard that compliment enough. Now go.”
His breath ceased.
His face, filled with emptiness and fear, showed his final emotion.
As everyone fell silent at the horrific sight, Yang Woomin ran barefoot from the VIP seats.
“Uheeeh!”
Forgetting even his shame, he ran toward the corpse.
“Don’t go! More! Live longer! That’s an order! Wake up! Shout for your life! I’m not satisfied yet!”
But the dead gave no answer.
“Useless!”
Wiping his tears, Yang Woomin’s expression changed completely.
Gone was sorrow and anger—only boundless anticipation remained as he looked at Cheon Bigang.
“What is your name?”
“Cheon Bigang.”
“Cheon Bigang? A ruthless Martial World. A good name. I like your skills. Do you need certification? I’ll grant you the highest rank. Money? Women? Whatever you want. I ask only one thing—serve me as your master.”
His voice held no deceit.
The examinees and onlookers were shocked.
“That’s real…”
“A golden rope just dropped.”
“He’s replacing his dog already?”
“No one would refuse that.”
Yang Woomin held immense power.
Anything could be granted.
Cheon Bigang asked,
“Really?”
“Yes. Will you serve me?”
“If you bring me what I want, I’ll consider it.”
“What is it?!”
Cheon Bigang leaned in and whispered,
“The Emperor. That is what I want.”
“…W-what?!”
Treason.
Yang Woomin trembled.
“Bring me the Emperor.”
“Madman!”
“Can’t do it?”
“How could I—!”
“How long will you be satisfied with trivial spectacles? Bring me the Emperor. I’ll show you something unimaginable.”
“…!”
His mind exploded.
The Absolute Monarch.
The Ten Thousand Sword Emperor.
‘The sun falling to the ground…?’
His lips trembled.
“I… I…”
A red aura flickered in Cheon Bigang’s eyes.
Heavenly Demon Art.
A sinister voice awakened the demon within.
Yang Woomin covered his mouth, trembling.
“Th-the Emperor… hah… insane…!”
The red glow faded.
Cheon Bigang spoke,
“I serve no one. If you want to see it, follow me.”
“…Good! Yes! I’ll see it!”
Yang Woomin laughed madly.
The planted demonic influence would guide him.
“Now then…”
Cheon Bigang straightened.
The supervisor was dead.
The staff would decide what to do next.
At that moment—
Bwoooong!
A broadcast drone dropped something.
A cylindrical object.
Then—
Fwoooosh!
A missile.
The target—
Cheon Bigang and Yang Woomin.
“Aaagh!”
“Annoying!”
Cheon Bigang shoved Yang Woomin away.
Thud!
He grabbed Gal Sopyeong’s corpse as a shield.
Boom!
The explosion erupted.
Fragments scattered.
Cheon Bigang rolled but remained unharmed.
“Was it me?”
But—
Bwoooong!
The drones targeted Yang Woomin.
“…You dare?!”
Cheon Bigang moved.
He threw a spear—
Boom!
Chain explosions followed.
“Protect him!”
Guards evacuated Yang Woomin.
‘They were watching nearby.’
Cheon Bigang leapt onto a pillar.
Scanning—
A van sped away.
A disguised staff member inside.
“Found you.”
He gathered power—
Whoosh!
The axe flew—
Boom!
The tire burst.
The van flipped violently.
Crash! Crash!