novelraw Chapter 41 : Chapter 41
Chapter 41 : Chapter 41
Chapter 41-Legacy of the Heavenly Demon (7)
“You dog-like old man.”
The Illusion Demon, who had been glaring at Tak Mu-bin with dissatisfied eyes, tried to pull his body back but hesitated and stopped in his tracks.
His body didn't move as he intended because Hyeon-dam’s clear and elegant energy had shaken his insides just a moment ago.
Not missing that brief opening, Tak Mu-bin exploded his energy and began to build a massive wall of Qi around the Illusion Demon.
“Of all things, why is Shaolin here…….”
The Illusion Demon himself knew that his illusion arts had bad compatibility with Shaolin’s martial arts, so he had avoided crossing paths with Shaolin as much as possible until now.
But he hadn't even imagined that Hyeon-dam, who hadn't even shaved his head, would use Shaolin’s martial arts.
‘Is there no choice?’
Realizing that he could no longer escape, the Illusion Demon took out a gleaming dagger from his bosom with a tense expression and glared at Tak Mu-bin.
As Tak Mu-bin slowly raised his sword, the Illusion Demon bit his lips tightly.
Warm light, like sunshine, flowed from around Tak Mu-bin’s body, which had gathered energy to its limit.
“In the next life, and in the life after that. Live while repenting for your sins. Take this. This is the Sun Shooting Sword that drives away darkness and establishes light.”
Finishing his words, Tak Mu-bin’s figure shot out toward the Illusion Demon like a single arrow.
‘……So this is the proper Sun Shooting Sword.’
Seeing Tak Mu-bin’s sword brightening the surroundings, goosebumps rose all over Jaun’s body.
It was on a different level from the sword he had faced directly last time.
Jaun, watching Tak Mu-bin’s sword heat up the surroundings, shouted toward the area with a surprised expression.
“Everyone get down!”
The moment Yeon Seung-il stepped forward to protect the party upon hearing Jaun’s shout, a massive explosion erupted that was hard to believe came from a clash between sword and sword.
─ Kuuuuuung!
“Kueuk.”
Yeon Seung-il’s figure, enduring the shockwave at the front, staggered.
The party raised their hands to cover their eyes from the bright light enveloping the area.
It was a vibration that felt like the earth's axis was shifting.
Amidst the tremendous vibration, the party couldn't regain their senses and kept their heads bowed.
“It isn’t over yet! Everyone get up!”
Jaun, who was the first to pick himself up, shouted toward the party and ran forward.
The face of the Illusion Demon, who had received Tak Mu-bin’s sword, was red and ripe, and blisters formed all over his face were boiling up.
“……Damn old man. I will collect this debt with the lives of the Murim Alliance members you cherish so much.”
Grinding his teeth, the Illusion Demon threw himself into the central area where the battle was taking place.
The Illusion Demon’s right arm was dangling in the air as he flew.
“You bastard!”
Tak Mu-bin, who hurriedly gathered his energy, chased after the Illusion Demon again.
“Everyone stand back!”
At Tak Mu-bin’s shout as he followed the Illusion Demon into the central area, the Murim Alliance members who were confronting the Demonic Cult retreated.
“Only those of Squad Leader rank remain, and all squad members retreat! If he is the opponent, only useless casualties will occur. Rather, go to the rear and request reinforcements!”
At Tak Mu-bin’s words, the Anti-Demon Squad members pulled back to the rear.
Jaun and his party, who arrived shortly after, took their places behind Tak Mu-bin.
As all the squad members withdrew, the Murim Alliance’s camp became empty.
The surviving Squad Leader ranked members were barely ten. Plus Tak Mu-bin and Jaun’s party.
However, in front of them stood nearly one hundred cultists, including three Squad Leader ranked Demonic Cult members, and the Illusion Demon who was filled with venom.
“Huu…….”
Tak Mu-bin let out a frustrated groan.
“Is there any support from the Murim Alliance?”
When the pale-faced Yeon Seung-il asked, Tak Mu-bin nodded.
“The Shaolin Abbot and the Eighteen Arhats.”
“Zen Master Manhae is……?”
Hyeon-dam’s face, who was taking care of the injured Baek-myo from behind, brightened instantly.
“If Master joins us, something like the Illusion Demon is……!”
“However, the distance is quite far. We will have to hold out for a long while.”
Tak Mu-bin gritted his teeth and glared ahead.
“If even Shaolin joins, the Great War between Good and Evil cannot be avoided. It has eventually come to this.”
With a complicated expression, Tak Mu-bin scanned his surroundings.
Yeon Seung-il was already exhausted, and Baek-myo was pouring blood from his waist after taking a hit from the Illusion Demon while entranced by illusions.
Blade Dragon standing unsteadily and Sword Phoenix gasping for breath.
The other Anti-Demon Squad Leaders were also covered in wounds.
“Whose side will the flow of the Heavens take…….”
Tak Mu-bin exhaled and then inhaled deeply.
“Everyone preserve your stamina. For now, this old man will try to block those bastards somehow.”
“Elder!”
Shaking off Yeon Seung-il’s restraint, Tak Mu-bin slowly walked forward.
The Illusion Demon, seeing Tak Mu-bin walking forward with a red face, threw a sneer.
“Old man. What are you going to do alone? If you’re going to die, just die quietly; why struggle and make a fuss until the end? Bullshit.”
The Illusion Demon spat on the ground and walked forward, dangling one arm.
“Diancang’s sword is certainly fierce, but what to do? It’s not a one-on-one situation anymore. How can martial arts focused only on one-on-one combat be considered correct martial arts? Because of your fault for learning narrow-minded martial arts, the brats of the Murim Alliance will lose their precious lives.”
Despite the Illusion Demon’s mockery, Tak Mu-bin calmly walked forward.
“The sword of Diancang certainly focuses on one point .”
Tak Mu-bin continued speaking as he trudged forward.
“What do you think is the reason Diancang has been able to keep its place until now with that narrow-minded sword?”
Tak Mu-bin drew his sword and pointed it at the Demonic Cultists.
“They say the hero called Hou Yi in the past shot down nine suns with a single bow.”
Tak Mu-bin swung his sword once in the air.
“If it doesn’t collapse after stabbing once, I will stab twice.”
Tak Mu-bin pulled the sword behind his head.
“If it doesn’t collapse after stabbing twice.”
─ Ooooooong
Tak Mu-bin’s energy vibrated the surroundings.
“I just have to stab until it collapses.”
Tak Mu-bin’s body, containing massive energy, shot out toward the Demonic Cultists.
The Illusion Demon, sensing that the energy Tak Mu-bin had summoned was unusual, shouted urgently.
“Block my front! You trash!”
The Illusion Demon grabbed the necks of the cultists standing around him and threw them toward the incoming Tak Mu-bin.
─ Puuk!
Tak Mu-bin’s sword, flying like a ray of light, pierced through the cultists floating in the air.
The Illusion Demon quickly stepped back, and cultists swarmed out in front of him.
Watching the cultists rushing toward him, Tak Mu-bin pulled his sword without hesitation.
[Hou Yi Shoots the Sun]
As if multiple arrows were being shot, Tak Mu-bin’s sword split into several images.
“Aaaack!”
“Keoheok!”
“Ueok!”
In the blink of an eye, dozens of thrusts hacked the cultists.
Jumping over the corpses catching on his legs, Tak Mu-bin continued straight forward.
[Sun Transport First Appearance]
─ Peook!
Tak Mu-bin’s sword, shot out strongly, pierced through what looked like four or five cultists.
Pulling his sword out of the cultists' bodies, Tak Mu-bin slowly turned his head toward the Illusion Demon.
“What are the White Light Squad Leader and Black Light Squad Leader doing right now!”
When the Illusion Demon shouted while falling far back, the Squad Leaders waved their hands toward the surroundings.
“Heavenly Cult, Thousand Years! Thousand, Thousand Years!”
Following the Squad Leaders' hand gestures, one hundred cultists began to rush toward Tak Mu-bin.
‘……Today might be the last day of my life.’
Watching the one hundred rushing cultists, Tak Mu-bin let go of everything.
Having cast off his lingering attachment to life, Tak Mu-bin’s body became much lighter.
“Come. You cursed seeds of the Demonic Cult.”
Tak Mu-bin’s body began to bob up and down as if dancing.
Amidst the movements that swayed like a sword dance, dozens of thrusts extended in all directions.
Front, back, left, right, up, down.
Even with one hundred cultists, the number of people who could stand around Tak Mu-bin was at most six.
Even counting the swords extending through the gaps of those six, it was around twenty.
Tak Mu-bin, who had reached the Peak Realm, could sufficiently block them.
However, the depletion of energy was the problem.
The endlessly continuing battle did not match the martial arts of Diancang, which exploded energy toward a single point.
Tak Mu-bin felt the energy in his dantian depleting in an instant and his breath slowly becoming short.
‘Will I be able to hold out until Shaolin’s support arrives?’
Striking away a sword digging into him, Tak Mu-bin smiled.
‘No, what does that matter? It is truly refreshing. When was the last time I swung my sword this freely?’
Tak Mu-bin’s whole body, covered in the cultists' blood, was sticky.
‘Right. Maybe that child Ice Rakshasa’s words were correct. Did she call me a butcher?’
A fountain of blood spurted from the neck of a cultist he pierced once again, soaking Tak Mu-bin’s face.
‘If I weren’t a butcher, there is no way this suffocating scent of blood would feel comfortable.’
Tak Mu-bin laid down even his desire for honor at the last moment.
“Euhahahaha!”
Tak Mu-bin, shooting out his sword like a madman, spat out a loud laugh.
“That, that crazy old man……!”
Watching Tak Mu-bin ravaging the cultists alone from way back, the Illusion Demon shivered.
“Come to think of it, the Righteous Faction bastards seem to be the craziest.”
The Illusion Demon, having roughly recovered his energy, shook his body and reached out his hand toward Tak Mu-bin.
“But it ends now. Persistent old man. Sleep now.”
Thick and dark energy extending from the Illusion Demon’s hand began to wrap around Tak Mu-bin in an instant.
Inside the Illusion Demon’s energy, Tak Mu-bin’s breathing became rougher little by little.
Watching that scene, Yeon Seung-il shouted urgently.
“It won’t do like this. Everyone support Elder Tak!”
At Yeon Seung-il’s shout, the Squad Leaders who were recovering their stamina in the back ran forward.
“Hyeon-dam. Look after Baek-myo.”
Hyeon-dam, who was holding Baek-myo’s waist and flowing his own energy into him, nodded with a pale complexion.
“Let’s go. Mak-nae. Let’s stay together until the end.”
Yeon Seung-il grabbed Jaun’s hand tightly and ran forward. Following behind Yeon Seung-il and Jaun, Sword Phoenix and Blade Dragon also threw themselves forward.
Meanwhile, even within the Illusion Demon’s illusion, Tak Mu-bin was persistently chasing the Illusion Demon’s energy with his eyes closed.
Although Tak Mu-bin was tying down the Illusion Demon, the three Squad Leader ranked members of the Demonic Cult were all still in good condition.
Yeon Seung-il and the Squad Leaders ran out to try and block the cultists, but a distinct difference in power existed between the two sides.
─ Kuung!
─ Kwadeuk!
In a short amount of time, two Squad Leaders fell.
Dozens of swords were stuck into the bodies of the fallen Squad Leaders.
“Slowly to the back!”
Yeon Seung-il tried to command the group, but the offensive of the cultists was too mighty.
Wounds increased one by one on the bodies of the party struggling to block the cultists.
“Aaack! These Demonic Cult bastards!”
Blood soared from Sword Phoenix’s shoulder. Grabbing the hair of the cultist who cut his shoulder, Sword Phoenix swung his sword just like that and took the neck.
Unlike Sword Phoenix who escaped the crisis, the two Squad Leaders standing behind Sword Phoenix helplessly fell to the ground.
Without fail, countless knives of the cultists were embedded in their bodies.
Blade Dragon’s saber energy, which had been fierce, gradually lost its light.
He was somehow blocking the blind swords flying toward Sword Phoenix, but the blood flowing from Blade Dragon’s body had already formed a small puddle.
Eventually, Blade Dragon’s legs gave way and he staggered in his spot.
─ Kwaaaang!
Thud.
Subsequently, a massive collision occurred between the Illusion Demon and Tak Mu-bin.
Tak Mu-bin’s figure, bounced out, rolled next to the party.
“Son of a bitch! Really annoying me.”
The Illusion Demon, bleeding from one eye, spat as he looked at Tak Mu-bin squirming on the ground.
“Elder Tak!”
Yeon Seung-il shouted loudly, but Tak Mu-bin, who had exhausted too much energy, couldn't easily stand up from his spot.
The Illusion Demon wiped away the blood and glared at the party.
“Fucking dregs of the Murim Alliance.”
The Illusion Demon drew a line in the air with his sword.
─ Pishuk
“Ugh……!”
Hyeon-dam turned around and blocked the sword energy flying toward Baek-myo with his body.
Blood soared like a fountain from Hyeon-dam’s lower back area.
Then, the Illusion Demon, looking at Jaun, drew his sword in the air once again.
‘Fast.’
The sword energy shot by the Illusion Demon was shooting toward Jaun.
Jaun’s expression turned pale upon confirming the power contained within the sword energy.
‘I have no choice but to endure it somehow.’
In front of Jaun, who was urgently raising his sword toward the Illusion Demon’s sword energy, a large shadow was cast in an instant.
─ Peook!
The body of Yeon Seung-il, who stood in Jaun’s way, heaved greatly.
─ Kwadang
Yeon Seung-il, who took the sword instead of Jaun, vomited blood and collapsed forward just like that.
On the back of the collapsing Yeon Seung-il, his father’s back was faintly visible.
“S-Squad Leader.”
In Jaun’s mind as he watched Yeon Seung-il collapsing forward, the sound of something snapping was heard.
Seeing Yeon Seung-il, who threw his life to block his front and collapsed, Jaun realized that he had been thinking completely wrongly until now.
Someone was risking their life to protect him, but to hide his identity, he was standing by while their deaths approached right under his nose.
This wasn't it.
It really wasn't it.
Jaun was no longer walking the Gangho alone.
Not only his father, but numerous other lives were entangled in Jaun’s life before he knew it.
Just as his father’s revenge was important, the ties with these people were also precious.
─ Thump thump
Jaun’s heart began to beat madly
. The energy surging up from his chest dizzied his mind.
Sword Phoenix and Blade Dragon sitting on the floor.
Yeon Seung-il collapsed in front of him with a pale complexion.
Baek-myo gasping with a face turned pure white from losing too much blood.
Hyeon-dam pouring his True Origin Energy unsparingly into Baek-myo despite pouring blood from his own back.
Jaun, having looked around the party once, raised his head to look at the sky.
‘Father, I’m sorry. I will take a small, just a very small detour.’
Jaun hardened his heart and walked forward, stepping over the body of the collapsed Yeon Seung-il.