Chapter 37
Jeok I-geon’s ruthless actions left not only me but also Jeok Wi-baek and Jeok Hui-gyeom frozen in place.
Even though they knew his temperament better than anyone else, the sheer visual impact was overwhelming.
The once pristine and elegant space had been transformed into a bloody scene, with countless corpses piled everywhere.
Jeok Wi-baek, who had been merely watching up until now, suddenly erupted in anger, yelling at Jeok I-geon.
“You think you can walk away quietly after creating this chaos? If Father finds out about this, he will punish you!”
“And what? Are you going to tattle on me?”
“I am destined to become the Young Master of the cult. You dared to invade my residence and kill my innocent subordinates. I will officially report this to the Homa Bureau!”
The Homa Bureau was essentially an internal inspection body of the Demonic Cult.
It investigated unlawful activities within the cult and had the authority to deliver punishments.
“You struck first, Brother. I assumed you were prepared for the consequences. Was I mistaken?”
“Don’t you dare lie to my face! When did I ever touch you?”
What? Did he already forget about kidnapping me?
He specifically said it was to provoke Jeok I-geon.
Jeok Wi-baek pointed at me and declared, “I simply instructed Jongsan to bring this wench here for questioning. Did you expect me to send a ceremonial procession to fetch a mere servant?”
Wow. The nerve of this guy.
His abysmal character was no secret, but this was outrageous.
“As I mentioned before, your mouth is the real problem, Brother.”
Jeok I-geon delivered his sharp retort, seemingly on my behalf.
“Perhaps we should pluck out your tongue? It might prove beneficial for the remainder of your life.”
“What did you just say? You insolent brat!”
Jeok Wi-baek, humiliated in front of Jeok Hui-gyeom, lashed out, swinging his sword in a surprise attack.
Slash!
A crescent-shaped crimson blade aura flew toward Jeok I-geon.
As if expecting it, Jeok I-geon elegantly spun in place and deflected the aura.
Clang!
The motion was so graceful that it resembled an art form.
This was The Moonlit Dance of Lost Souls, a technique from Jeok I-geon’s unique martial art, the Demon Sword of the Ten Soul Severings.
Wow, seeing this in real life was awe-inspiring.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
“You bastard! How dare you!”
Unlike my admiration, Jeok Wi-baek’s anger seemed to intensify.
He closed the distance in an instant, aiming directly for Jeok I-geon’s vital points.
Swoosh!
The sharp sound of Jeok Wi-baek’s blade cutting through the air was chilling.
However, Jeok I-geon remained calm.
He effortlessly dodged the attack and countered with a palm strike.
Bang!
Jeok Wi-baek’s shoulder trembled, throwing off his balance.
Taking advantage of the opening, Jeok I-geon flicked his fingers.
It was his signature move, the Pa-ok Danja Technique, which had once saved me from the Martial Alliance spies.
A transparent orb of energy shot forward like lightning, striking the blade of Jeok Wi-baek’s sword.
Tang!
The impact caused the sword to ripple violently, forcing Jeok Wi-baek to stagger backward.
“You brat!”
Jeok Wi-baek seethed with rage, his body radiating a blood-red aura of killing intent.
“Die!”
With a thunderous roar, Jeok Wi-baek swung his sword with all his might.
Flash!
The sharp blade aura resembled the fangs of a venomous serpent, flying straight at Jeok I-geon.
Boom!
Explosions erupted one after another where Jeok I-geon had been standing.
Jeok Wi-baek continued his relentless assault, his killing intent so intense that even I felt its weight.
“How pathetic.”
As the dust settled, Jeok I-geon stood completely unharmed, radiating an aura of elegance and composure.
“That’s enough playtime.”
Though his tone was arrogant, I was certain Jeok I-geon meant every word.
Even to a martial novice like me, it was clear Jeok Wi-baek was no match for him.
Jeok I-geon’s malicious nature was the reason he let his opponents go all out before crushing them.
He derived immense satisfaction from such humiliation.
No wonder he was labeled a psychopath.
Rumble!
Jeok I-geon’s aura erupted like a volcano, enveloping the area in a suffocating white energy.
Jeok Wi-baek hesitated momentarily at the sudden shift in Jeok I-geon’s demeanor but didn’t stay idle for long.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
In an instant, the two clashed, exchanging blows for what felt like endless seconds.
Though the room was spacious, it wasn’t an open field.
Furniture and decorations shattered, crumbled, and turned to dust under their strikes.
As the battle dragged on, Jeok Wi-baek’s breathing grew labored.
Meanwhile, Jeok I-geon remained as calm as ever, unchanged from when the fight began.
“Argh!”
Unable to keep up in internal energy or techniques, Jeok Wi-baek’s face flushed with humiliation, his eyes burning with murderous intent.
He looked so enraged that it seemed he might choose mutual destruction as his last resort.
Panting heavily, Jeok Wi-baek suddenly adjusted his stance.
He gripped his sword in a way that suggested he had made up his mind about something.
Crack!
A peculiar sound caught my ear.
What was that?
Before I could even wonder, Jeok Wi-baek’s blade fractured into dozens of sharp fragments.
Each fragment shot toward Jeok I-geon at breakneck speed.
This was ‘Carnage Unleashed’, a merciless technique that left nothing behind—not even a corpse.
It was a killing move born of malice, its name meaning “Blood and Flesh Scattered Chaotically.”
He had crossed a line, far beyond redemption.
Jeok I-geon would never forgive him for this.
No matter how composed Jeok I-geon appeared, he was not someone to spare an enemy who used a killing move against him.
“…Hmph.”
As expected, Jeok I-geon smirked.
He leapt into the air, watching the incoming fragments with an air of detachment.
Hovering in midair, Jeok I-geon looked almost ghostly, as if mocking Jeok Wi-baek’s desperate efforts.
“Brother.”
Jeok I-geon’s tone shifted, his voice colder and sharper.
The blade in his hand seemed to come alive, extending outward in every direction.
What started as a single point turned into lines, which overlapped to form a plane.
Whooooom!
A translucent white barrier made of condensed sword energy emerged with a thunderous roar.
What the…?
That was a Sword Barrier!
I couldn’t believe Jeok I-geon had already reached the level where he could deploy a Sword Barrier.
The shards of Jeok Wi-baek’s blade bounced off the barrier harmlessly, clattering to the ground.
“H-how…?”
I wasn’t the only one shocked.
Breaking through the confines of ordinary sword techniques meant Jeok I-geon had already transcended to the Extreme Demonic Realm.
This was a level equivalent to the Ten Masters of Martial Arts, the strongest martial artists in the world.
Had he really attained this level already?
Though I knew Jeok I-geon was a monster, this realization still left me breathless.
“This is impossible…”
Jeok Wi-baek collapsed to the ground, his spirit utterly crushed.
It was clear to anyone watching that he was incapable of fighting back.
But Jeok I-geon was not someone who showed mercy.
From his left hand, five streaks of concentrated energy shot out.
The targets were Jeok Wi-baek’s arms, legs, and abdomen.
It was a deliberate move to disable him permanently, ensuring he could never wield martial arts again.
“Stop!”
A familiar voice cut through the tension just in time.
Cheon Gang leapt between Jeok I-geon and Jeok Wi-baek.
Clang!
The energy streaks split into two, then three, four, and five streams, each deflected by Cheon Gang’s blade.
With each clash, Cheon Gang’s figure wavered, making it seem like five of him were moving simultaneously.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
After five deafening explosions, Cheon Gang finally came into view, his breathing ragged.
“Please… stop this…”
Having overexerted himself to block Jeok I-geon’s attack, Cheon Gang fell to one knee, coughing up blood.
“What is the meaning of this?!”
The furious voice of Jeok Yeo-gwang, the Heavenly Demon, echoed through the room.
I didn’t know how he had arrived, but his rage was palpable as he appeared before us.
Behind him stood Gong Pae-cheon, the Master of the Ghostly Soul Pavilion, along with other key figures of the Demonic Cult.
They loomed in the background like ominous shadows.
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