Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 184



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Episode 184. The Final Battle (3)

We have to win.

But how?

I stayed up all night for several days, worrying about it. Plum Blossom Sword and Daegwangmyeongsa were worried that the worship of Cheonma would become stronger, so even after repelling her, they did not tell the public anything about Cheonma.

There was no time to contact them now. He needed to fight in the battlefield he had prepared, with the flow he was leading. However, his opponent was Cheonma.

What do I have an advantage over? The conclusion I came to was twofold.

Information, and the body. Cheonma Shingong. The secret recipe that Cheonma had created, containing most of the magic he had created, was in Yongun’s hands.

This was her martial art, given to her by Cheonma himself. She went into battle knowing her enemy’s martial arts perfectly, but she couldn’t come up with a winning strategy, so she couldn’t help but laugh.

Yongwoon had only mastered a few Heavenly Demonic Arts. Along with the basic mind method, there were the Heavenly Demonic Army’s Rimbo and the Mysterious Demonic Three Swords. There were also a few other basic techniques that applied demonic energy, but he could not master them all.

Although he had focused on learning the magic that suited him, analyzing its weaknesses was a different matter. That was why Yongwoon read the Heavenly Demonic Art in detail for the first time in a long while.

Because he started making martial arts without even understanding the basics of bloodletting, it was extremely difficult and hard to accept. It literally looked like magic to Yongwoon.

But once again, I felt that as time passed in the Cheonma Shingong, the use of energy gradually became more sophisticated and my understanding of the body increased, so I was once again amazed by Cheonma’s monstrous talent.

The thing that you had to be most wary of was the Heavenly Demon Lord’s Rimbo. Of course, you couldn’t stop it just by being wary. It was basically a method of utilizing the waves of energy created through the secret method.

The overwhelming presence in the realm he creates and the power to suppress his opponents. The crazy qigong that erupts from the body the endless acquisition of qi originating from the mind is a method but does not require steps.

‘still.’

The most powerful thing is, of course, footsteps. That’s the fundamental thing.

The second advantage that Yongwoon gave after analyzing other magicians like him.

Body. Of course, Cheonma didn’t properly train in martial arts in her second life. To be exact, physical training. The unity of the mind, body, and spirit, and even before that, it meant that she was an ordinary court lady who had not even walked on horseback.

This means that he is absolutely dependent on energy (氣) more than anyone else for all his strength and speed.

I had to use it.

…if you can.

**

thud!

A giant fist made of magic shattered the ground, but there was already no one there.

A giant demon created on top of Cheonma’s body. The black demon, as big as a house, stretched out its huge hand again.

I should have avoided it. But I saw the horse’s feet moving.

Yongwoon’s hand waved the air once more. Immediately, the soil beneath Cheonma’s feet turned into water and his feet were sucked in.

Pungdeng- Cheonma let out a laugh. Her senses were telling her that this water was real water.

‘Is it a hallucination or real magic?’

The devil’s eyes carefully examined my wet ankles.

Kwakjik! The devil on the heavenly horse ran wild and made Cheongungok into chaos. Yongun, who was moving nimbly with his Gwiryeongbo, kept a close eye on the heavenly horse’s feet.

“You seem like a pervert.”

The devil who threw a joke that was not worth doing to me cut open my chest with his hand. What came out of it was a huge sword.

If Gangho called that devil a demon, Cheonma called it a soul.

What I’ve been waiting for.

The strangely strong energy of the Heavenly Demon from which most attacks, including the Myeolhonmasamjeon, originate.

The magic sword that seemed to reach the sky swung down towards Yongwoon’s crown. It was almost like a club. Yongwoon’s body was covered in purple flames.

“after.”

He gritted his teeth and filled his body with energy. At the same time, rocks rose from the cliffs on both sides of Cheongungok and blocked Mado’s path.

The rocks turned to dust and disappeared like a piece of tofu being cut, but there was meaning.

Kwaaaaang! Dust rose up with an explosive noise.

‘I didn’t avoid it.’

There was definitely a feeling in the magic of the soul. The Heavenly Horse, who was assessing the moment of avoidance and preparing the next move, stopped for a moment to check the result.

I felt fragments of the energy colliding in the dust flying in all directions. An extremely ordinary result of the conflict between the devil and the Buddha.

Yongwoon was holding the sword. His body, which was holding the blade as big as his head with both hands, was still burning with purple flames.

Why? If things continued like this, I would have been caught. The moment the spirit of the Heavenly Demon tried to give more power to its magic.

Yongun’s two hands, which were supporting the blade, dug their fingers hard into the blade. At the same time, Yongun’s purple flames began to extend towards the magic path.

The purple cracks quickly spread across the black magic. The purple energy that had consumed the magic as if it was being eaten away at the end of the magic did not stop there and began to spread to the soul.

Woohoo- The soul’s magic was integrated with it, and the soul itself was the energy of the Heavenly Demon. The purple flames consumed the soul in an instant and began to affect the Heavenly Demon.

Cheonma opened his eyes wide. The unpleasant energy he felt in his senses was instantly eating away at his strength and destroying it.

The familiar world of medicine forcibly cut off the flow of energy within and greedily tried to tear apart Cheonma’s body.

When that energy enters the body, it does not end with simple internal injuries. Judgment and movement occur simultaneously.

Crack! The soul’s body split horizontally. It was torn. Before the purple energy could reach the Heavenly Demon’s body, the Heavenly Demon tore off the soul itself and prevented its expansion.

Her eyebrows furrowed. She had blocked it right away, but an unpleasant force was already flowing through her body. It was a very slight but burning ember that burned the blood vessels in her body.

“Is it karma?”

Yongun kicked the ground.

The operation of the Heavenly Energy was blocked through the formation. If it had been another unmanned force, the supply of energy from the original energy obtained from the Ogijowon would have also been blocked.

But the latter meant nothing to Cheonma. It was a constant bet from the desires of the heart. He couldn’t whine about it because it was an impossible divine skill. Yongwoon also received help from that ridiculous divine skill.

However, no matter how great the Heavenly Demon Art was, the only path through which the energy circulated was through the blood vessels.

Dealing with that bloodline was Yongwoon’s specialty.

Yongwoon’s hands were covered in energy. An absolute master who absolutely relies on energy. However, his body is that of an ordinary princess.

The blood vessels are also a part of the body that must be trained through training and elixirs. Just now, Yongwoon was certain that his bet was contained in Cheonma’s blood vessels.

Push hard.

Armillary Heaven. A fist filled with purple energy was launched at the Heavenly Horse.

“That again.”

Cheonma took a stance, stretching both hands forward. In her hands, facing thousands of purple ki, she only had a pair of black ki.

It hit. And then it flowed.

By deploying the law of protection, the attacks pouring in simultaneously are forcibly changed in order.

The armillary sphere followed along as if possessed, following the softly moving feet that pushed the dirt little by little, and the flow in the strong energy contained in the Cheonma’s hand was ruined and disappeared.

‘The grafting of the non-partisan faction-‘

Did he get this from dealing with the Sword Master, or did he already know similar tricks?

Dudududududu! It didn’t reach. Yongwoon gritted his teeth and poured out his energy, but there was no impact.

The celestial sphere that was approaching and pouring out its energy. It came completely in front of his nose and concentrated all of its energy into his fists. It was not an attack made up of thousands of ki, but the power was contained in just two fists.

Whoosh! The fist that extended between the armillary spheres was blocked by Cheonma’s two arms. The hazy afterimages in the clear energy disappeared, and all that remained was Yongwoon’s captured left arm. If Yongwoon tried to move his arm like this, his joints would twist.

“What if I write something I’ve already seen several times?”

Cheonma’s smile was still full of leisure.

I’ve seen it a few times. From the Honcheon that Yongun used a little while ago to the Kwonjon’s Kyocheon that is its essence. I saw it twice, and on the third time, I figured out the flow of the fist and destroyed the martial arts.

Cheonma laughed, but Yongun also laughed.

A talent that the heavens would envy? I already knew. Even when I was learning the Heavenly Demonic Skill.

Even when dealing with the Gwangmyeonma, that absurd learning was already expected.

It’s something I can learn too.

Crunch- Yongwoon’s arm twisted bizarrely. His joints snapped, his bones twisted, and blood gushed out.

The devil’s eyes widened.

“What-”

Yongwoon’s right hand covered her face.

Kwaaaaang!

He gave bones and took flesh. There was a heavenly horse wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth while dust flew.

“…under!”

She laughed. Yongwoon laughed too.

He grabbed his left arm, which he had twisted and forced to secure space and composure, with his right arm.

Crunch- Crunch-

Twist. In the right direction.

Visible recovery has begun.

Take advantage of everything.

The true energy that had become one with the betting circulated continuously within Yongwoon’s body. The magical energy in his mind surged up and became the betting energy, and then the true energy.

The vital energy of Cheongungok also flowed into Yongun’s body and became a part of him, so even though his true energy was consumed, its amount never decreased.

“Is this immortality?”

“You know best what isn’t true.”

Minor injuries are meaningless. They were just minor things.

Yongun’s new form disappeared. Cheonma flinched as he tried to take out his soul again.

The karma of Yongun, who had been forcibly locked in the blood vessel, ran wild and disrupted her fortune.

“this!”

It’s a moment. But even that moment can be fatal.

Yongwoon’s hand, which had taken over from behind, aimed at Cheonma’s back. Cheonma, who had given up his soul, immediately turned his back and slashed his hand horizontally.

But the blade cut the air in vain.

ah.

From the beginning, the illusion of the existing formation. The power that brought false information as small as a speck of dust to the remaining five senses, to the sense of distance, shone through.

For the first time, Cheonma made a mistake in his judgment. That was why Yongun’s blow struck for the first time.

Phew! Blood spurted out. A black hole appeared on Yongwoon’s shoulder and blood flowed out.

As soon as the hand that had been moving horizontally realized its mistake, it stopped moving and changed its shape to a black sword.

The best choice based on a momentary judgment. However, Cheonma was not in good shape either.

She looked at her feet. There was a foot larger than hers resting on the shoes her father had given her. It was Yongwoon’s.

“Did you plan on doing this from the beginning?”

“That’s right. The most annoying thing is the Heavenly Demon Lord.”

It is the spirit of the overlord and the demon that can come from anywhere in the body. However, as its name suggests and its essence suggests, its source is the feet, the law of protection.

The fist aimed for the head was empty. I knew that Cheonma would deal with it somehow, so I chose the second option.

With each gentle step, a pressure as heavy as a thousand pounds is poured out. In many ways, it was the most dangerous qigong to be on guard against.

Yongwoon quickly stepped back and poked his shoulder. He was eroded by magic. It was the same Heavenly Demonic Spirit, but Yongwoon’s purple energy could withstand dyeing others’, but that was enough.

Cheonma looked at his feet quietly.

“I underestimated you.”

Those were my favorite pair of shoes.

Cheonma took off his shoes. His bare feet were exposed. The top of his right foot was red and swollen. It was clear that the bone was broken.

“I won’t do that anymore.”

The clothes of the Heavenly Horse, no, the Princess, were burned by the magic fire and disappeared.

Yongwoon’s tension soared. What was contained within the soft silk clothes was truly the black martial arts uniform of the Heavenly Demon.

The prayer of the Heavenly Horse was sharply refined.

Her eyes, however, did not look at Yongwoon.

“He analyzed my martial arts, my power, and my soul, and dragged me into his battlefield. In the end, he succeeded in stealing my technique.”

Her head was turned towards the cliff.

“Then I guess I should take one from you too.”

Hwaak! The spirit of Cheonma occupied the entire Cheongungok Valley. And,

“Found it.”

Kwaang! It kicked the ground and flew up.