novelraw Chapter 195 : Chapter 195
Chapter 195 : Chapter 195
Chapter 195 - It's Unconditionally Mine
WHOOSH!
A black shadow shot out of the quarters like a bullet.
Biyoung followed the shadow without delay.
“Well now.”
Biyoung let out a disbelieving chuckle.
He thought he was going quite fast, but he couldn't seem to catch up to the shadow.
“Alright. Let's see about that.”
Biyoung drew upon the internal energy of the Profound Heaven's Remnant Art and unleashed the Vast Sky Eagle Body Method.
FWIP FWIP FWIP FWIP!
Biyoung's Vast Sky Eagle Body Method, having cleared his Conception and Governor Vessels, had risen to the level of treading on air.
Soon, the distance between the shadow and Biyoung rapidly decreased.
Just as Biyoung was about to reach out for the shadow!
SWISH!
From the side, another figure was approaching the shadow and Biyoung.
‘Who is it? An accomplice?’
It was just as Biyoung was about to unleash a palm strike towards the other figure.
“Huh?”
He hastily withdrew his hand and changed direction.
It was such an unexpected person that Biyoung’s eyes turned owl-like.
“Abbot?”
“Young Hero Biyoung?”
An old monk with a round face and physique came into Biyoung's view.
Great Master Nanbyeol Deokdam.
He was none other than the abbot of Shaolin.
Deokdam also seemed quite flustered, as if he hadn't expected to see Biyoung here.
“Amitabha. I did not expect to see you in a place like this.”
“Me neither.”
“Perhaps, did you have a similar thought to what this old monk had in mind?”
At Deokdam’s words, Biyoung gave a wry smile.
He thought they were all just rotten fish eyes.
So this is what it means to be the abbot.
“Maybe?”
Biyoung said so and then rotated his body.
He then thrust his palm towards the shadow.
VROOOM!
The palm energy, imbued with the rotational force of his body, spiraled and closed in on the shadow.
The shadow flinched and tried to twist its body in mid-air, but the palm energy was so fast that it couldn't be completely avoided.
“Keuk!”
The shadow, pierced through the side, soon plummets downwards.
Without a word, Biyoung and Deokdam descended towards the shadow.
‘This old man. He's more spry than I thought.’
Biyoung examined Deokdam’s form with newfound appreciation.
He had thought his martial arts were completely useless since he always just sat in the seats of honor with a Buddha's smile.
He had thought he was of a different caliber from the previous abbot who was one of the Ten Great Masters of Jianghu.
But seeing the movement technique he was currently displaying, it seemed he was no ordinary person.
“You’re still spry, aren't you? In the Diancang Sect, there isn’t a single senior brother who can run with me.”
“Amitabha. If one is not observant, one must at least be quick on their feet.”
Deokdam chanted the Buddhist phrase with the same expression he had in the seats of honor.
At that sight, Biyoung gave a wry smile.
You damn old man.
Is that something the man called Great Master Nanbyeol because his inner thoughts are unreadable should be saying?
“In any case, it’s a relief we caught him before it was too late. I was just wondering what kind of mischief he was up to.”
Biyoung and Deokdam’s gazes simultaneously turned to one side.
There stood the person who had received tremendous cheers today.
“Why are you all… chasing me like this?”
Siban.
He asked with his usual innocent face.
Blood was dripping from his side, but he didn't have a particularly pained expression.
Both in the martial arts tournament and now, he gave off a bizarre feeling every time he was seen.
“Then why did you run away?”
“You entered a room where there was no sign of anyone without permission, so I thought your intentions couldn't be good.”
At those words, Deokdam glanced at Biyoung.
It was a look that was clearly filled with reproach.
Ahem.
Why.
What.
Do you think that guy would have shown his true colors if I hadn't done this?
“Amitabha. This old monk is the abbot of Shaolin, Deokdam.”
Deokdam stepped forward and took the lead in the conversation.
“As this old monk sees it, Young Hero Siban suffered considerable damage in today's martial arts tournament. Not just today, but considering all the past matches, it's a marvel that you are walking around unharmed. However, I heard that Young Hero Siban only received very basic treatment at the medical pavilion. I even heard that you didn't visit the medical pavilion at all today. However…”
Great Master Nanbyeol’s indifferent eyes turn towards Siban.
“It seems your right arm has already healed completely.”
“………….”
The abbot was right.
The arm that had been shattered by Solbo’s sword was attached as if nothing had happened.
“Is having a good healing ability a problem?”
Siban asked with an innocent smile.
It was the same modest appearance he always showed.
But Biyoung felt a sense of dissonance for some reason.
He felt a different emotion that he had not shown until now.
In Siban’s voice, there was clearly a mix of annoyance.
“I'm just an ordinary participant. Luck has followed me several times, but it’s not like I used any special sorcery, right?”
At that moment.
Biyoung, who had been silent, suddenly answered.
“I wasn't going to say you used sorcery. It seems the thief is flinching.”
“You stay out of this conversation.”
Siban glared at Biyoung and ground his teeth.
Was it a trick of the light?
It seemed like the whites of Siban’s eyes had turned pink for a moment.
“Amitabha. This old monk does not think so either. However, I thought the prognosis of the young hero's injury was severe, so I wanted to examine your body myself.”
At the mention of examining his body, Siban's facial muscles visibly tensed.
“Examine my body? Even when I say I'm fine, you insist?”
“I am the one in charge of this martial arts tournament. The semifinals that will unfold from now on will be as fierce as the duels of adult masters. I must prevent any unfortunate incidents from occurring in the tournament. If Young Hero Siban's body is normal, you shall, of course, continue in the tournament.”
That's it.
Well done, well done.
Biyoung felt like dancing at Deokdam's words, which flowed like clear water.
On the other hand, Siban’s reaction was the complete opposite of Biyoung’s.
Grind.
Siban quietly ground his teeth.
He had instinctively realized that he couldn't win against this old man with words.
Biyoung and Deokdam.
It was impossible to escape from these two monsters.
But he couldn't just meekly hand over this body to Deokdam either.
Siban’s body was already,
collapsing.
“Haha. I guess I have no choice.”
Siban smiled a cool smile like a gentle breeze.
In the moonlight, his pupils were already dyed as red as blood.
“!”
“My goal was to spoil the best moment, but if it's you two, that's not too bad either.”
“What are you…”
Just as Deokdam was about to say something, Siban’s face swelled up like a balloon.
“!!!”
Biyoung instinctively drew his sword from its scabbard.
Siban’s swollen body was no longer a form that could exist in this world.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his body had become deformed.
The pure face that had been so popular had now turned into that of a demon.
Creak.
With that characteristic sound, Siban’s entire body soon exploded like a firecracker.
BOOM!
The chunks of flesh and blood that had made up Siban’s body scattered in all directions.
At the horrifying scene, even the abbot of Shaolin's face turned pale.
“Get back!”
Biyoung shouted urgently and quickly spun his body.
The sword path that rotated along with his torso sucked in the surrounding objects.
The ultimate technique of the Sun-Shooting Sword Art, which absorbs all existing attacks and counters them.
It was the Shooting Rotation Reversing Shift.
WHOOOOSH!
Just getting close to that blood and flesh was dangerous.
Biyoung quickly sucked in the things that had been Siban’s body and launched them towards a patch of bushes on one side.
CRASH!
Sizzle…
Around the area where the Shooting Rotation Reversing Shift hit, the flowers, grass, and trees began to lose their natural color.
They had died instantly from the toxicity of the blood.
“Damn it…”
A rough word escaped Biyoung’s mouth.
Bloodshot eyes and a transformed body.
Blood with extremely toxic components.
Even the ruthless method of using a subordinate as a disposable pawn.
All of it pointed to one thing.
“The Blood Cult…”
***
“Is-is that true?”
The Diancang Sect party, who heard Biyoung’s words, had expressions of utter disbelief.
That the pure, hot-blooded young man who had captured the hearts of the crowd was actually a subordinate of the Blood Cult.
The more shocking fact was the crime that the Blood Cult had planned.
“If Siban’s body had exploded during the final match of the tournament when the most people were gathered…”
“That would be a disaster of disasters.”
The later generation disciples each swallowed their saliva and imagined a scene.
The scene of Siban’s body exploding like a firecracker and filling the entire martial arts arena.
At least hundreds, no, perhaps thousands of lives might have been lost.
At a tournament of the Murim Alliance, led by Shaolin.
It could have been a bloody event that would be remembered forever in the history of the martial world.
“You’ve done a great thing. A celebration could have turned into a funeral.”
Eung Gajin patted Biyoung’s shoulder firmly.
“That’s right, Young Hero Biyoung. That bastard would have undoubtedly tried to scatter that cursed blood everywhere during the semifinals or the finals with you.”
As Namgung Chu added to Eung Gajin’s words, Solbo carefully asked.
“But… why is Young Master Chu here?”
“Hmm? What kind of sad words are those, Young Hero Solbo? Have I come somewhere I'm not supposed to?”
“N-no, that’s not it…”
“I knew that fellow named Siban was suspicious from the beginning. I had already spoken with Young Hero Biyoung about Siban a few days ago. Do you think Biyoung would have called me here for no reason?”
Namgung Chu nodded along and made a serious face as if he were a member of the Diancang Sect.
Whether he was warm-hearted or just nosy.
In any case, for this matter, everyone needed to put their heads together and broaden their thinking.
“So, Young Hero Biyoung. What does the Abbot plan to do now?”
“It seems he didn't want to spoil things when the tournament is heading towards its climax. They're going to announce that Siban has declared his withdrawal due to accumulated injuries and fatigue and has returned home.”
“Hmm. Truly…”
Namgung Chu, lost in thought for a moment, expressed his honest opinion.
“A very Shaolin-like response.”
Perhaps he liked Namgung Chu’s expression.
Biyoung gave a satisfied smile.
“That's how they always handle things. Ignorance is bliss for the common folk. We'll take care of everything. That ridiculous sense of elitism never changes, even with time.”
Uma bared his teeth and asked.
“The Blood Cult’s infiltration of the martial arts tournament is a clear provocation. You’re saying they’ll cover it up even knowing this?”
“Well, in the end, there were no casualties, and the only witnesses were me and the abbot.”
Biyoung briefly recalled Siban’s final moments.
Deokdam had taken no action until he used the Shooting Rotation Reversing Shift.
If Biyoung had also stood still, he would have been covered in that terrible blood without a doubt.
Was he unable to move?
Or did he choose not to move?
‘Cunning old man.’
After recalling Deokdam’s round physique for a moment, Biyoung spoke again.
“Actually, it's not that hard to understand. To them, the coronation is more important than anything else.”
“Coronation?”
“It’s about Jin Hwi, Shaolin's greatest rising star, ascending to the position of the number one of the later generation. It's the best move to solidify their position within the Murim Alliance.”
“Ah…”
Jin Hwi, who had defeated Jeong-i of the Diancang Sect and advanced to the semifinals.
As far as Biyoung could guess, he still hadn't shown his true abilities.
“It seems they plan to have him eat the Great Buddha Gold Pill in front of everyone, but that's not happening.”
At the words Great Buddha Gold Pill, not only the Diancang Sect members but also Namgung Chu’s ears perked up.
The divine object given to the number one later generation martial artist in the world.
The Great Buddha Gold Pill was the prize given to the winner of the martial arts tournament.
A treasure-like spirit pill created by Shaolin with contributions from the entire Murim Alliance.
It was a rumored item that a single pill contained thirty years of internal energy.
“The Great Buddha Gold Pill is unconditionally mine.”
As if in response to Biyoung’s words, the Dantian inside him trembled lightly.