Chapter 563:
‘What the hell is this guy?’
He felt as if his heart were about to burst out of his throat. He’s so shocked that his hands are trembling.
‘He was definitely hit by my poison energy, wasn’t he?’
Not everyone dies from being poisoned by his venom. The stronger someone is, the more powerful their internal energy tends to be, and there are limits to inflicting fatal wounds on such people with poison alone.
The poison must be layered again and again to capture those called masters.
But this is something different.
‘Why isn’t he getting poisoned?’
Wei Yan-ho showed no signs of poisoning whatsoever. He wasn’t even pretending to be composed.
How many years had he spent learning poison arts? He’s not someone who would miss the symptoms that can be seen in a poisoned person. Even if internal energy is used to suppress the poison, at least minimal signs should show.
But Wei Yan-ho showed none of that. He wasn’t poisoned at all.
‘Does he have immunity to all poisons?’
That can’t be.
What kind of dog’s name is immunity to all poisons?
Immunity to all poisons stands shoulder to shoulder with the legendary realm called Diamond Indestructibility. But Wei Yan-ho has reached that ridiculous level?
‘This monster-like bastard.’
It’s too intense to simply deny as nonsense, what he witnessed in that moment.
Who is Sa-ma?
Among those bishops, Sa-ma is someone no one can ignore. There may be those who dislike or hate him because of his personality, but there’s no one who denies his strength.
Didn’t he see with his own eyes what state that Sa-ma is in now?
The Dok-ma’s gaze slipped down slightly.
He can clearly see it with his eyes.
Someone’s fingers are scattered on the ground. Those dark, grimy hands with black nails protruding are the fingers of someone he’s been looking at for far too long.
‘He cut off Sa-ma’s fingers with a single sword strike?’
These are Sa-ma’s hands, trained in Black Demon Claws and harder than ten-thousand-year-old cold iron. Such hands were cut like paper.
Who else could accomplish such a feat?
Though there are countless bishops in the Demonic Cult, he can’t readily think of anyone who could cut off Sa-ma’s fingers in a single blow.
‘Wasn’t this the guy who was defeated by the Mad Demon just a while ago?’
This guy was defeated by the Mad Demon?
This guy?
Dok-ma’s mind became tangled. Common sense and the extraordinary, fact and falsehood mix together carelessly.
“What are you thinking so hard about?”
“……”
“Nothing’s going to change anyway.”
The Dok-ma let out a hollow laugh.
Wei Yan-ho was right.
What would change by thinking about it? Nothing would change anyway. So what if Wei Yan-ho has immunity to all poisons, and so what if he doesn’t?
Only the result changes. The process isn’t different at all. Even if he can’t defeat Wei Yan-ho, he must fight Wei Yan-ho.
“It seems the day to die has come. To think I’d hear such advice from a youngster.”
“Would it feel bad to die at the hands of a youngster?”
“What can I do when that’s the truth?”
The Dok-ma raised both hands.
Green poison energy gathered in his hands. Looking at the poison energy that had grown as large as a person’s head, Wei Yan-ho clicked his tongue.
“How can a person survive carrying that much poison in their body normally?”
“You speak as if it’s fascinating, you do. Would the people of the world find me more fascinating, or you?”
“Well, it would be me.”
“How fortunate.”
Wei Yan-ho nodded.
“Old man, you’re a bit strange. You don’t seem like a Demonic Cult person.”
“What are Demonic Cult people like?”
“That Mad Demon fellow, and those gentlemen lying over there—they all have twisted personalities. But old man, you still seem somewhat human.”
The Dok-ma chuckled.
“Ask the children living in the cult.”
“What?”
“Those children would know Gwok Geuk and Gwesu-shin as the worst demons in the world. People see different things depending on where they stand. Those guys might seem like evil spirits to you, but to the cult’s children, they become the most gentle and trustworthy adults.”
“……It’s difficult.”
“That’s the world.”
Wei Yan-ho nodded.
“I feel like I’ve learned something, but I’m still not going to go easy on you.”
“I don’t expect you to. I should be grateful just for the time you’ve given me so far. Surprisingly, that bastard is sturdy.”
“Huh?”
At that moment, terrifying demonic energy exploded from behind Wei Yan-ho.
“Aaaaaahhhhh! You bastaaaaaaard!”
“Damn.”
Wei Yan-ho swallowed his breath as he saw Sa-ma getting up.
“He gets up even after taking that.”
He thought Sa-ma wouldn’t regain consciousness for a while even if he didn’t die, but surprisingly he got up quickly.
Sa-ma emitted black demonic energy from his entire body in streams. Sa-ma, who shot out claw energy reaching one zhang from both hands, rushed toward Wei Yan-ho at a terrifying speed.
“His fingers are gone but claw energy still comes out?”
Well, Wei Yan-ho can also create sword energy without a sword.
The Dok-ma, who had been observing Sa-ma’s movements, also hardened his face and began mercilessly spraying poison energy toward Wei Yan-ho. It seems he found the timing for a joint attack.
“Tsk.”
Sa-ma and the Dok-ma.
Two bishops commanding the Demonic Cult were simultaneously targeting and rushing at him, but Wei Yan-ho’s face still held composure.
‘It’s useless, I tell you.’
Everything can be felt.
How close the poison energy flying through the air has approached, which direction it’s targeting and how, and that Sa-ma, who seems to be raging having lost his reason, is actually watching for opportunities with very cold eyes.
Every breath, every movement enters his sight.
As if Wei Yan-ho himself dominates this space.
Could one who has seized control of space be defeated?
This isn’t confidence.
For someone crossing stepping stones, there’s always the risk of falling into water. But someone crossing a huge stone bridge cannot fall into water unless they deliberately try to.
How can one call it arrogance to not think about the risk of falling into water while crossing a stone bridge?
It’s simply doing the natural thing naturally.
“Hup.”
With a quiet breathing sound, Wei Yan-ho’s hand extends straight out. Wei Yan-ho, who reached out toward the flying poison energy, doesn’t push it away but instead pulls it in.
The flying poison energy added to its momentum and struck Wei Yan-ho’s entire body.
Thump thump thump thump thump!
With sounds like beating a leather drum, Wei Yan-ho’s body shakes. Wei Yan-ho didn’t resist that force. If you try to endure, that much more strength goes into it. Whether you push it away or let it push you away is fine.
Wei Yan-ho’s body, struck by the poison energy, bounces away. At the same time, Sa-ma’s offensive naturally cuts through empty air.
“Hup-cha!“
He extends his foot to step on the ground.
The moment his foot touches the ground, he feels it through his toes.
Everything in the world contains energy. Not just air. Earth, water, trees…… all of these were masses of energy.
What Wei Yan-ho needs to do is simply use that energy. What’s absorbed into the body isn’t the only energy. Just lightly touching the energy that’s simply there is sufficient.
Press.
His toes step on the ground. Considering the speed and impact of being bounced away, the ground should have been unable to endure and shattered, but the energies held Wei Yan-ho’s feet like glue.
‘Like this.’
Wei Yan-ho shoots forward even faster than the speed at which he was bounced away, reversing direction.
Movement as if there were no inertia.
It was a movement so strange that the word bizarre would naturally come out.
Sa-ma’s face turned pale seeing Wei Yan-ho returning.
He cannot understand.
There’s no way to understand.
For a human to change direction, they must go through a series of processes. Reduce speed, stop, and increase speed in the opposite direction.
No matter how much of a master someone is, they can only go through this process quickly; the process itself cannot be omitted. But Wei Yan-ho’s movement has no such process.
Someone who was pushed in one direction skips all processes and moves even faster in the opposite direction. It was a moment when all laws of the world collapsed.
Someone at Sa-ma’s level can know how terrifying this is. It’s not something that can be done by simply being strong or fast. It’s something that could only be attempted if one could seize the laws of the world in one’s hands and manipulate them at will.
In an instant, Wei Yan-ho’s face, which had seemed to be tinged with green, instantly regained its color. That too was bizarre beyond measure.
A young man holding a brilliantly shining white sword was rushing toward him like a hero from a story.
Though he doesn’t like the fact that he himself is the villain, he could certainly evaluate the spectacle itself as heroic.
If only those eyes weren’t there.
Unlike his heroic appearance, Wei Yan-ho’s eyes were utterly emotionless. No heat, no fighting spirit, no sense of justice…… none of those things could be felt. Even the excitement of being in combat couldn’t be felt.
Eyes that excluded even hostility and hatred—literally emotionless eyes.
It gives him chills.
He’s fought countless battles. Among those he’s fought, most were cruel and wicked enough to be unable to live in the human world. But none of them had such eyes.
Can someone who sees humans as humans have such eyes?
‘What the hell is this guy……’
There’s no more time to think. Wei Yan-ho’s sword is coming to slice his throat.
“Chaaaap!“
Sa-ma shouted and unleashed his claw energy.
Black Demon Claws.
His lifelong signature technique was drawing out energy more fiercely than ever before. His nails turned black as ink. The darkness of the unleashed claw energy is deep and deep. As if one would be sucked in.
Claw energy created with all his might.
It was claw energy filled with Sa-ma’s will not to see his Black Demon Claws cut away again this time.
But his intention was futile.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Black Demon Claws endured Wei Yan-ho’s sword.
It’s true that they weren’t cut away like before. But it wasn’t the Black Demon Claws that couldn’t endure Wei Yan-ho’s swinging sword—it was Sa-ma instead.
Crack.
His wrist cracks.
Though he received the swinging sword…… the bone that couldn’t endure that reverse force broke, and muscles tore away strand by strand.
Strength.
Yes, it’s simply strength.
Unimaginable internal power, the technique to perfectly operate internal power, and swordsmanship that swings the sword to transmit force most perfectly.
It’s a sword where all of these achieve unity.
Clank!
With the sound of metal clashing with metal, the Black Demon Claws that bounced away slightly sliced Sa-ma’s throat. Who could possibly guess the feelings of Sa-ma, whose throat was cut by the claw energy he himself unleashed?
“You bastaaaaaaard!”
The moment Sa-ma tried to swing his claws while spewing blood from his throat and mouth, Wei Yan-ho’s sword moved faster than light.
Crack.
The sword pierces Sa-ma’s shoulder. And before he could even feel that pain, Wei Yan-ho’s right foot precisely kicked Sa-ma’s solar plexus.
Boom!
An explosive sound burst from his belly and Sa-ma’s body bounced away like a cannonball.
“Ugh!“
The Dok-ma rushed toward the bouncing Sa-ma and caught his body. But the Dok-ma, unable to handle that reverse force, also bounced away as one mass with Sa-ma.
Their bodies penetrated through the main building of the Righteous Martial Alliance and crashed inside.
Boooooom!
With an explosive sound, the main building began to slowly tilt.
