Chapter 183. Eight Years of Hardship and Suffering (4)

Chapter 183. Eight Years of Hardship and Suffering (4)

A Paragon’s resilience was genuinely monstrous.

Even if they didn’t take the time to sit properly and meditate... no, even if they were using qi as they fought, their recovery power was unrivaled. As for when they took their time and relied on someone to guard them while they recovered, even less needed to be said. Before the time it took for a single incense stick to burn, Woo-Moon’s entire body rippled as flesh sprouted and new skin covered it. His wounds healed rapidly, and his internal injuries also quickly improved.

“Whew.”

All of his accumulated impurities were expelled in a single breath.

‘It’s a relief that it all turned out well.’

When Woo-Moon had seen the corpses of Sect Master Na Ban and his companions, he hadn’t just been angry. From the state of their corpses, he could tell that not much time had passed. Moreover, he could tell from the black remnant aura that the enemy was a Paragon.

Sure that the Paragon was one of the two from Martial Heaven and he’d come for Woo-Moon before long, he told Ma-Ra to hide and wait for an opportunity to ambush him.

Of course, Woo-Moon didn’t think that he would lose even if he fought the Great Darkness Palace Master head-on.

The reason he allowed himself to look as though he was getting pushed back before Ma-Ra’s appearance was that he intentionally took a risk, trying to induce the Great Darkness Palace Master to let down his guard, use stronger techniques, and create an opening. This fight was not about winning or losing; he had to kill the Great Darkness Palace Master and he had to do it quickly. Thankfully, his risky maneuver was successful.

Woo-Moon opened his eyes and stood up.

While he still had some internal injuries he had to take care of, at the very least, he no longer looked like he was made of blood. Anything else could wait until later.

He turned to Ma-Ra with a grin.

“Let’s go finish this.”

“Mmm.”

They went hand in hand and ran toward the battlefield.

Then, coincidentally, twelve assassins arrived around her at that moment.

“We’ve arrived late. We apologize.”

Ma-Ra simply nodded and said one single word.

“Attack.”

She let the assassins know who their enemy was by letting out a hint of her bloodlust.

“Understood!”

The twelve Special Rank Assassins used their stealth techniques to hide themselves and infiltrate the battlefield. Soon, screams began to erupt from everywhere.

“Wow, they’re pretty incredible! Are they your men, Ma-Ra?”

As if she felt a little flustered, Ma-Ra deliberately didn’t make eye contact with Woo-Moon or even respond, only maintaining her cold expression.

“You little cutie~”

He was so happy to see Ma-Ra, who seemed to be expressing her emotions in her own way, putting his hand on her head as if she wanted him to stroke her head.

Then Ma-Ra punched him in the chest.

Bang!

“I’ll kill you.”

“Ugh.”

After getting punished, Woo-Moon looked around at the situation in the ravine with a pained expression.

Eun-Ah was engaged in a fierce battle with an Absolute Master from the Cruel Sandstorm Riders. She was doing fine, but overall, they were very much at a disadvantage. Just the number discrepancy was enough to overwhelm them.

Fortunately, as Woo-Moon said from the beginning, those on his side focused on defensive techniques and being careful. So, although there were a few serious injuries, no one had died yet.

“It’s been a while since we worked together.”

“Mmm.”

“Then, let’s go.”

Ma-Ra ran forward at lightning speed.

Clank, clank!

Their hands separated and a long chain began to emerge from her sleeve.

Twang!

The moment Ma-Ra had run as far as she could and was forced to stop due to the tension in the chain, Woo-Moon flicked his end of the chain and pulled, flinging Ma-Ra toward him.

Like a cannonball, Ma-Ra flew backward to where she had started her run. Using the momentum created through Ma-Ra’s rebound, Woo-Moon launched himself into the air, letting go of the chain at the peak of his arc.

As it turned out, at the end of the chain that he was holding was a sickle.

“Is he an Absolute Master? No, not even an Absolute Master can stay standing in the air that long. That’s not possible! How is he doing that?!”

As the murmur among the disciples grew louder, one of the first generation disciples shouted, “Stop panicking, you morons! It’s most likely some heretical art. There’s no need for you to be scared!”

Then, the Great Evil Palace Master's eyes sparkled and shined.

“A heretical art? Hehe, so it seems the musty garbage of the Righteous Faction hasn’t changed much.”

The Great Evil Palace Master stretched out a finger, and a ray of orange lightning flew toward the first generation disciple who had just been comforting his fellow disciples.

‘...!’

The bolt of finger qi was so fast that they could only barely see it. As for the man being targeted, it was as if his body was frozen. The first generation disciple of the Kunlun Sect, Na Woon, could only wait for death to come with his eyes wide open.

“Come to your senses, you dumbass!”

With a roar, an old master with a charming white beard that was not inferior in any way to the Great Evil Palace Master’s rushed forward like a gust of wind and stretched out a palm to block the finger qi.

‘Ugh!’

Jin Won-Myeong blocked the finger qi, but he was forced to take eleven steps backward as a thin stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

“Oho, are you an Absolute Master? Hmm, to think the Kunlun Sect has an Absolute Master now! You’re pretty impressive.”

Wiping the blood with his sleeve, Jin Won-Myeong stood in front of his disciples.

“You psychopath from Martial Heaven! I cannot just sit idly by and let you harm my disciples.”

The Great Evil Palace Master chuckled.

“Is there really anyone in the world who isn’t crazy? Now, let’s see if you’re skilled enough to boast like that in front of me.”

As if he was messing about, the Great Evil Palace Master stretched out his fingers as finger aura simultaneously erupted from all ten fingertips and rushed toward Jin Won-Myeong.

“Of course, I won’t be able to stop you alone!” Jin Won-Myeong shouted, unleashing the Almighty Unrestrained Hand, letting loose a cluster of palm force as big as his body.

At the same time, three figures seemed to stretch out from behind him and land on either side of him, each holding their own weapons: a saber, a greatsword, and a flying sword.

Clang!!!

An explosion erupted with a grating sound as the Great Evil Palace Master once again expressed his admiration.

“Oho, what do you know! The three dogs of the Imperial Palace! Who would’ve thought!”

Aiding Jin Won-Myeong were the Saber Emperor, the Battle Emperor, and Formless Flying Sword.

“The Emperor shall not allow scum like you to undermine the country!” the Saber Emperor yelled.

“Kekeke! Big words for a small man. Whether it’s one piece of trash or four, what difference do you think it makes?”

The moment the Great Evil Palace Master taunted them, an ice spear quickly pierced through the air.

Although the attack was impressive, lacking neither power nor speed in any way, the Frigid Yin Palm that had been transformed into an ice spear evaporated like a mirage when it met the invisible aura in front of the Great Evil Palace Master.

Next, an eye-poppingly beautiful woman stepped on the shoulders of the Kunlun Sect disciples and ran over to stand next to Jin Won-Myeong and the three Absolute Masters of the imperial court.

“How about five, dog of Martial Heaven?”

“Ahahahaha! Alright, so now we have four pieces of trash and one frigid bitch. Well, whatever. Might as well entertain you, since you came all this way.”

The Great Evil Palace Master slowly descended from the air with a confident expression.

The five Absolute Masters opposing him exchanged glances with each other. Then, they spread out, surrounding the Great Evil Palace Master.

As if signaling the start of the battle, the Battle Emperor struck the ground with his greatsword as they all rushed toward their foe.

Normally, people like them, who stood at the very peak of the murim, would have disdained joining hands to face a single opponent. Five Absolute Masters fighting as a team was not a sight that anyone alive in the gangho had ever witnessed.

However, right now, they had no such qualms. They could all sense the strength of the Great Evil Palace Master, an overwhelming force that made them feel as though they were facing a massive mountain.

A variety of auras emitted from various weapons shot toward the Great Evil Palace Master.

In response, the Great Evil Palace Master just spread out all ten of his fingers.

Screech! Screeeeeeech!!!

“Ten Heaven-Fearing Swords.”

A blade of sword aura as large as the Battle Emperor’s greatsword emerged from each of the Great Evil Palace Master’s fingertips.

Each blade wasn’t lacking in any way compared to the auras emitted by the five Absolute Masters. If anything, they were actually more powerful.

The Great Evil Palace Master moved his fingers as if playing a zither, launching the ten swords in all directions.

Clang, clang, clang!