The Miraculous Divorce Technique

Chapter 33

It wasn't a guess, but a certainty.

The target of the Twelve Spirits was clearly Baili Huang, no, Geumgae.

Since Geumgae was the most important figure among the righteous faction martial artists in Luoyang, there was no other reason for the Twelve Spirits to personally carry out an assassination.

"Baili brat, close the book and come here."

At Cheok Sagyeol's call, Baili Huang put down the secret manual and trotted over.

"What is it? You don't look well."

"It seems we have a guest."

"What? A guest?"

"Can't you feel the atmosphere outside?"

At Cheok Sagyeol's words, Baili Huang finally noticed that something was wrong.

"It's quiet..."

"Everyone except you and this one is already dead. To be precise, it should be seen that only this space has been excluded."

"How can that be? Is that possible?"

Although the three halls were absent on a mission, this was the Luoyang branch, which was teeming with beggars.

Baili Huang couldn't believe that they had all been killed so secretly that they hadn't noticed.

"It must be poison."

Cheok Sagyeol resolved Baili Huang's curiosity with a confident answer.

"Whether it's in the food, water, or even a type that's sprayed in the air, it's possible if it's a guy with deep knowledge of poison arts."

"Poison..."

Baili Huang nodded his head.

Poison was the type of thing that one had to be most wary of in the martial world.

The reason why the Sichuan Tang family, the rulers of Sichuan, were not fully treated as a righteous faction and were classified as between righteous and demonic, despite their fair and just actions, was because they used poison.

It was not recognized because it was not the path of a martial artist who trains and perfects oneself.

After all, another word for the martial world was the martial forest.

"There are two opponents. One of them smells of poison, and the other smells of metal. This one will take the poison user, so you take the sword user."

Cheok Sagyeol said, staring at the ceiling.

He could hear the heartbeats of two people, and he could guess the specialty of their assassination through his sense of smell.

"If you've heard everything, why don't you come out? Instead of hiding in the ceiling like a rat."

Immediately, two men in black slid down from the ceiling.

They were Geumryeong and Nokryeong of the Twelve Spirits.

"Quite impressive. Are you Geumgae's direct guard?"

At Geumryeong's question, Cheok Sagyeol sneered and answered.

"You're acting like the fucking bitches you are. Why would this one guard this guy?"

"..."

'Fucking bitches?'

Geumryeong suddenly thought of one person.

The sky of the demonic path, who called the Eui-cheon Alliance 'dumbasses' and their own Four Alliances 'fucking bitches.'

The person who came to Geumryeong's mind was the Blood Fiend, Cheok Sagyeol.

"Hey, poison-using brat. Follow me out. This one will personally smash your stinking hands."

Cheok Sagyeol, without even listening to the answer, shot his figure out the window.

Geumryeong said softly to Nokryeong.

"We must capture him."

"As expected, right? 'Fucking bitches'... it's been a while since I've heard that."

Nokryeong, just like Geumryeong, knew about Cheok Sagyeol's way of speaking.

In their minds, they thought that the man from just now was related to the Demonic Cult.

"I'll be back."

Nokryeong moved in the direction Cheok Sagyeol had gone.

Geumryeong, left alone, took out two daggers from his sleeves.

"I am Geumryeong, one of the Twelve Spirits. Geumgae, I will take your life."

Baili Huang took a deep breath and watched Geumryeong's every move.

The more nervous he got, the harder it was to properly perform the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork.

Although it was a real battle he was having right after finishing his first training, Baili Huang was confident within this space.

***

SWISH. TAP.

Cheok Sagyeol, who had found a suitable place in the mountains, stopped his figure.

Since this was a place with few people, there was no worry of others getting involved.

Since the opponent used poison arts, Cheok Sagyeol was being cautious.

"Is this the place you've chosen to die?"

Nokryeong slowly approached, his hands hanging down.

A faint poisonous smoke flowed from his green fingernails.

"This is your grave, so take a good last look. From now on, you'll have to rot here."

At Cheok Sagyeol's provocation, Nokryeong smirked.

The more he looked, the more he seemed to be looking at the Lord of the Demonic Cult.

"Are you by any chance the Lord's hidden son?"

From what the Four Alliances had gathered, he had no blood relatives.

He was a person who had joined as an orphan and had risen from a common member to the Lord, and even after becoming the Lord, he had not made a family.

But every single word he said reminded him of him.

The problem was...

"Or not? You don't look alike..."

There was no resemblance in their appearance at all.

No matter how much the maternal bloodline was stronger.

"Your eyes are properly set."

Cheok Sagyeol smirked.

As expected, if his own appearance was the sun, Muheo's face was the moon, no, a firefly.

CRACK. CREAK.

Cheok Sagyeol said, relaxing his hands as if performing a cupped fist salute.

"Let's begin. I'll give you the first move, so show me your tricks."

Nokryeong's face contorted, and his figure stretched out and rushed in.

Five green streaks clawed at the spot where Cheok Sagyeol had been.

The tree, the size of an adult's torso, in the path of Nokryeong's fingernails, which had formed a strong qi, broke with a rustle.

THUD. RUMBLE.

When the broken part of the tree was revealed, a trace of being blackened, scorched, and melted could be seen.

"It's not even a poison art, but it's quite impressive. To be able to handle this much poison so freely with just poison-using techniques."

Originally, the only one in the world with poison arts was the Sichuan Tang family.

Because they had a unique constitution.

Cheok Sagyeol touched the poison-covered part of the broken tree with his fingertip and rubbed it.

He had only touched a little, but the skin on his fingertip stung and throbbed.

'To handle such a strong acidic poison...'

"Among the Twelve Spirits, the one with a specialty in poison would be Nokryeong. Right?"

At Cheok Sagyeol's question, Nokryeong swung his hand without a word.

SWOOSH.

The unique martial art, the Green Water Soul-Snatching Claw, was re-executed, but Cheok Sagyeol was not there again.

When Nokryeong raised his head, he saw him landing on a tree behind him.

"You know this spirit? Are you really a spy from the Demonic Cult?"

Although the name of the Twelve Spirits was widely known in the martial world, the personal information of each individual was confidential.

The fact that he knew that much was proof that he was not an ordinary person.

"Hmph, what's so great about Baek Cheonak's hunting dog?"

GRIND.

Nokryeong gritted his teeth and exuded a ferocious aura.

He had been provoked by the taunts as if his clothes were getting wet in a drizzle, and his lid had blown off with a powerful blow.

WHOOSH. SWOOSH.

Five streaks of strong qi shot up vertically.

The giant tree he was standing on split, and a shockwave rushed towards Cheok Sagyeol.

The moment he dodged the strong qi.

Nokryeong, who had approached at some point, swung his right hand.

SWOOSH.

'Gah. He's really pissed off.'

He had twisted his upper body and dodged, but the strong qi had grazed his left shoulder.

'As expected of a peak master.'

He had sublimated his shaken heart from the provocation into aggression.

His skin quickly discolored, and blackened, dead blood flowed.

"Hooooo."

If it were his original body, he would have used internal energy.

But since he had a fatal weakness, he had to save the internal energy of the Bodhi Lotus Art until a decisive moment.

"Hehe. What are you going to do? This poison is a mixture of the venom of the green-eyed green snake and the three-eyed toad. Only I in the whole world can detoxify it."

Nokryeong raised the corners of his mouth, showing his fingernails from which poisonous smoke was flowing.

"If you want to live, press your own vital points. If you don't detoxify it within a moment, you will surely die."

Cheok Sagyeol let out a laugh.

"A moment? Hehehe. In that much time, I could kill you more than twelve times."

The path of hegemony was to not beg for one's life even if it meant death.

Moreover, Cheok Sagyeol had experienced such adversity countless times.

"Even at death's door, your mouth is still alive. The poison will gradually paralyze your nerves and take away your reason. Quietly...!"

In front of Nokryeong, who was urging him to surrender, Cheok Sagyeol's right foot flew in.

It was a blow that aimed for the gap in his mind that had been created by his certainty of victory.

BAM.

'Gah.'

He had hurriedly raised his arm to block it, but his wrist throbbed as if it would fall off.

That much force was loaded into it with only external force, without internal energy.

WHIRL.

This time, his left foot flew in.

Nokryeong raised his fingernails and went to stab the top of his foot with his strong qi.

It was at that moment.

SWISH.

The trajectory of the footwork twisted, and like that of a mollusk, it wrapped around Nokryeong's arm.

CRUNCH.

Nokryeong's arm broke just like that.

Because he had concentrated his strong qi at his fingertips, there was no protective aura on his arm.

But Nokryeong calmly dug into Cheok Sagyeol's thigh with his other hand.

"Do you still think you can win just by injecting poison?"

Cheok Sagyeol's head was thrown back and then brought down.

BAM. CRACK.

A headbutt like that of a street ruffian crushed Nokryeong's face.

BAM. CRUNCH.

With the second headbutt, Nokryeong's forehead caved in.

"Because you rely on things like poison, your skills are that pathetic."

A golden strong qi writhed from Cheok Sagyeol's right arm, which was bent far back behind him.

It was the Hegemon Dragon Heaven-Breaking Fist he had used while training Baili Huang.

ROAR.

At the roar of the Hegemon Dragon unleashed at close range, Nokryeong could only turn into a handful of blood.

And again.

"Uweeeeeeek."

As a reaction to using internal energy, vomit poured out, and among it, black clotted blood was mixed.

It was proof that he had been completely poisoned by Nokryeong's poison.

"Phew..."

Cheok Sagyeol, who had caught his breath, concentrated his will.

He was trying to forcibly expel the poison by controlling the inside of his body.

When qi art reaches its peak, it is a method that is possible by borrowing the power of internal energy through energy circulation.

But Cheok Sagyeol was directly drawing out the poison with the Indian Yoga Divine Art.

It was the function of the Indian Yoga Divine Art to place even a single drop of blood under one's will.

TRICKLE. TRICKLE. SIZZLE.

As the dead blood began to come out through his left shoulder and right thigh, bright red blood gradually seeped out.

Nevertheless, the remaining poison was removed by increasing the body's natural detoxification ability.

It was a terribly potent poison.

When the removal of the poison was finished, this time he tensed his muscles to stop the bleeding and concentrated his will on the wounded area.

When the achievement of the divine art had reached the fifth stage, Cheok Sagyeol had regenerated his hair follicles and escaped from baldness.

This time, he was trying to recover by regenerating the cells of the torn wound.

GRIND. GRIND.

As if time had been accelerated only in the wounded area, a scab formed, and new flesh began to grow.

In less than half a moment, he had recovered from the wounds he had received in battle.

"At this rate, even if it's not a poison-immune body, has my body become one where poison is useless? Moreover, such regenerative power! Hahahaha."

Cheok Sagyeol felt that he had to put more effort into the training of the Indian Yoga Divine Art, which he had neglected for a while.

Moreover, even if his achievement deepened, since it was a martial art that was expressed with will, not the body, it would not be a good thing for Muheo even if he regained his original body in the future, which he liked even more.

"By the way, I wonder if Baili brat is holding up well."

Another of the Twelve Spirits left at the Luoyang branch.

Baili Huang might be able to run away, but he could not win.

Cheok Sagyeol's figure moved quickly.

***

"Gasp. Gasp. Hah."

Baili Huang was panting, but he was grinning.

He felt a thrill that the terrifying assassin could not even touch a single corner of his clothes.

'The training with Mr. Jeokun is effective.'

If his footwork until now had been a river, now that he had gone through a real battle and the operation of the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork had reached its peak, Baili Huang's footwork had become a great sea.

Did he say that if you add a fist to this, it becomes the Drunken Eight Immortals Fist?

A strong desire to extend his fist arose in Baili Huang's heart.

It was often said that footwork is the foundation of martial arts.

The most ideal way to fight is to dodge the opponent's offensive with footwork and hit the opponent's opening that is created in the meantime.

Baili Huang, who had dodged Geumryeong's attack with the Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork, saw that opening.

'Should I hit him? I think I can hit him.'

The conflicted Baili Huang shook his head.

'No. Let's just do what I've learned. I'm a third-rate nobody. A third-rate nobody.'

As Baili Huang's heart, which was bringing up a sense of self-deprecation, a voice whispered like a devil.

'You just have to extend your hand! Freely! The Drunken Eight Immortals Footwork is to move your feet as your heart goes! You inflexible blockhead!'

'Right, I'll use this as an opportunity to change my temperament!'

'To master the family martial art, the Heavenly Wind Sword Art, I have to change my temperament first!'

Baili Huang, who was muttering as if brainwashing himself, squeezed his eyes shut and swung his fist.

It was the First Glimpse of the Drunken Path of the Drunken Eight Immortals Fist.

WHOOSH.

When Baili Huang opened his eyes, time seemed to have slowed down, and his clenched fist was almost touching Geumryeong's temple.

But it was at that moment.

WHOOSH.

Baili Huang's fist passed through Geumryeong's face as if it were passing through a ghost.

Geumryeong, who had left an afterimage, was positioned behind Baili Huang.

"Body-Shifting Illusion!"

'I'm fucked.'

(End of Chapter)