Chapter 354 Final Battle – 6

Chapter 354: Final Battle – 6

Upon hearing Hae Cheong-yeon’s words, the Blood Demon of that era, Jeon Mu-gwang, his eyes gleaming, asked in return.

“The Sword Spirit? Are you referring to that Sword Spirit from a hundred years ago?”

At that, Sun Woo-jin chuckled and replied.

“Your manner of speaking to your superiors is quite foul. Are you really no better than a beast?”

Furrowing his brow slightly at his reply, Jeon Mookwang turned his gaze toward Hae Cheongyeon this time.

His gaze demanded an explanation.

Hae Cheong-yeon then glared at Seon Woo-jin with a look of hatred and said.

“It’s the sword god’s ghost. That damned bastard seems to have left his memories behind for posterity. Since only his memories remained, not his soul, he didn’t possess the same power as in the past. Still, he was quite a nuisance. I thought killing one last time would be the end of it…”

Jeon Mookwang nodded as if he now understood her words and said to Seon Woo-jin.

“I see. But if that’s the level we’re talking about, is there really any need for me to get involved?”

At that remark, Seon Woo-jin chuckled softly.

Then, in an instant, he vanished from that spot.

Shwaaak!

“Huh?!”

The next moment, Jeon Mookwang was covering his face with one hand.

And from that palm, a trickle of blood dripped down.

Thud!

The reason the blood flowed was because Seon Woo-jin’s Moolang Sword was embedded in his palm.

Just now, Jeon Mookwang had blocked the sword strike he had thrust at extreme speed.

Seon Woo-jin smiled faintly and asked Jeon Moo-kwang.

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t use your hands? I was pleased to hear that.”

Just now, Seon Woo-jin had combined the flickering blade’s point-blade technique with the point-piercing wave’s instantaneous strike to ambush Jeon Moo-kwang.

It was a sword strike of extreme speed, truly a blink of an eye.

The composure had vanished from Jeon Moo-kwang’s expression as he blocked it.

Jeon Moo-kwang narrowed his eyes, attempting to grasp the blade of the Moolang Sword.

But in that instant, Seon Woo-jin had already retreated five paces.

It was the free-flowing Flash Blade.

Then Jeon Mookwang let out a savage laugh and said.

“Indeed, even if it’s just a ghost, a sword spirit is still a sword spirit. Fine, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Jeon Mookwang used his formless energy to lift Hae Cheongyeon, whom he had been holding with one hand, into the air and sent her toward Cheokgang.

“Protect her well.”

“Yes, sir!”

He now clenched both fists until they cracked, grinning savagely as he strode toward Seon Woo-jin.

“Now, let’s have a proper fight. Sword Spirit.”

Seonwoo Jin, the Sword Spirit, watched Jeon Moo-kwang stride toward him with an indifferent gaze.

His gaze was relaxed, as if he couldn’t care less whether Jeon Mookwang came or not.

But deep down, he was far from indifferent.

The sword spirit muttered as if groaning inwardly.

– It’s enormous.

Indeed.

Jeon Mookwang was too immense.

Not his physical form, but his sheer presence.

It was an oppressive feeling, like a giant whose head touched the sky was taking a massive step, placing his foot directly over one’s head.

It felt like facing an overwhelming presence he would never have encountered had he been alive.

Moreover, Jeon Mookwang wasn’t the only one pressing down on him.

– About half an hour left?

He was running out of time.

The time available for manifestation was barely half an hour. If he couldn’t finish the creature within that time, the sword spirit would have to vanish forever, leaving Seon Woo-jin alone.

And Seonwoo Jin, left alone, would likely be no match for that monster.

Amidst all that pressure, the sword spirit’s eyes flashed as it spoke again.

“But!”

At that very moment, his body vanished.

Another flash of light.

In that instant, Seon Woo-jin appeared at Jeon Moo-kwang’s side and swung his sword.

A slash of extreme swiftness, no less than that of a single breath—it was the Haenam Jin Family’s True Dragon Sword Technique.

– I am, after all, one who bears the title of ‘God’!

Swoosh!

His speed was nothing short of terrifying.

It was an astonishing speed, incomparable to what Mayu Gyeom had shown last time. Hae Cheong-yeon also stared at him with astonished eyes.

Unlike Mayu Gyeom, who hadn’t reached the pinnacle, Sunwoo Jin’s martial prowess had ascended to the realm of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Stars.

Yet, even moving Seon Woo-jin’s body, the sword spirit could only be blocked by Jeon Moo-kwang’s palm once again.

Jeon Moo-kwang had reacted to the sword spirit’s movement, thrusting out his palm to parry the blade.

Zzzzzzz!

Even the palm of Jeon Moo-kwang, slashed by the True Dragon Sword Technique, was only slightly cracked.

This was despite not having released his defensive energy.

Seeing this, the Sword Saint could only grit his teeth inwardly.

‘Remarkable durability.’

But the astonishment didn’t end there.

The very next moment, the wound on Zhen Wuguang’s hand healed instantly.

It was a healing power bordering on regeneration.

“Hahahahaha!”

Jeon Moo-kwang burst into laughter as he slashed diagonally downward with his free hand.

Kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa!

The strike was so intense and swift that the space sliced by the sword instantly became a vacuum.

But once again, Seon Woo-jin’s new model had already vanished from there.

Shwaaak!

The moment he vanished, Seon Woo-jin appeared behind Jeon Moo-kwang and thrust his sword into his back.

The sword strike became a beam of light—another instantaneous strike.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

But it was at that very moment.

Jeon Moo-kwang let out a short battle cry.

“Haah!”

Then, a storm-like surge of energy erupted from his body like an explosion.

Even Seonwoo Jin, who had been thrusting his sword forward, was caught in the blast and sent flying backward.

Whoosh!

“Guh!”

Jeon Mookwang spun around instantly, charging fiercely toward Seonwoo Jin as if determined not to miss him.

“Hahahaha! You’re as fast as a mosquito!”

At those words, Seon Woo-jin frowned slightly.

It was an almost painfully accurate assessment.

He was overwhelming in speed, yet he still couldn’t land an effective blow.

Seon Woo-jin planted his feet on the ground to evade once more.

But in that instant, Jeon Moo-kwang’s hand split into hundreds of fragments like a thousand-armed Avalokitesvara.

“Now try dodging this!”

Pabababababak!

In that instant, hundreds of crimson hand shadows began pouring out like hail from Jeon Moo-kwang’s split arms.

It was the Blood Sect’s technique, Heavenly Swords of Chaos.

Instead of landing a single blow, he had scattered his attack across the entire area.

And that was a remarkably precise countermeasure against Seon Woo-jin.

Unlike Jeon Mookwang, who suffered almost no damage from Seon Woo-jin’s attacks, Seon Woo-jin would take fatal damage from even a single light strike from his opponent.

Whoooooosh!

In an instant, a radius of about five zhang was engulfed in a crimson torrent, immobilizing Seon Woo-jin.

His Blink Blade couldn’t move beyond that range.

“Kekekeke!”

Jeon Moo-kwang let out a cold, bitter laugh.

It seemed this was the end.

But then, in that very instant.

Seon Woo-jin’s body suddenly glowed brilliantly, like a pale purple sun.

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Waaaaaah!

Then, the streams of light pouring down like hail began to burst forth.

Hundreds, thousands of pale purple sword lights, stretching out like sunlight, materialized and intercepted the water streams.

Puff-puff-puff-puff-puff-puff-puff!

It was truly an astonishing countermeasure.

But Jeon Mookwang wasn’t just standing there in admiration.

Realizing his attack was about to be nullified, he immediately leaped upward to launch his next assault.

“Haahhah!”

While Seon Woo-jin was still bursting the crimson blood vessels, a massive crimson hand shadow, larger than a sword, fell toward him from the void.

It was the Blood Sect’s ultimate technique, the Blood Thunder Palm.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

It was as immense as seeing the palm of Sakyamuni Buddha crushing Sun Wukong.

It felt like he would be crushed like an ant at any moment.

But at that very moment, Seon Woo-jin’s sword technique also changed.

Southern Cross Sword: Severing

Ten-Slicing Sword Technique

Swoosh!

A crimson palm was marked by a cross-shaped slash of light, glowing a pale purple.

It was the legendary sword strike of the South Sea Sword King, In Jung-ho, said to pierce the sea with a cross, allowing one to see its depths.

Then, the crimson fissure that had seemed to open slightly suddenly split wide open and exploded.

BOOM!

Jeon Mookwang’s expression twisted into a terrifying grimace at the sight.

“You bastard!”

He plummeted downward, firing a palm strike toward Seon Woo-jin.

But Sunwoo Jin’s figure had vanished again, reappearing over fifty feet away.

Jeon Moo-kwang’s fist, having lost its target, only shattered the ground in vain.

CRASH!

Seeing this, Seonwoo Jin smiled faintly and said.

“I thought you were a beast, but you’re just a bug. A maggot.”

Jeon Mookwang was furious.

He found it utterly unpleasant that the fight was dragging on like this, not knowing there was a time limit on the sword spirit’s manifestation.

He wanted to crush the bastard underfoot right now.

He gritted his teeth and said.

“Fine. Let’s see how long you can keep dodging.”

With that, he let out a battle cry.

“GAAAH!”

Then, nine crimson blood dragon-shaped energy streams erupted from his entire body.

It was the Blood Sect’s ultimate technique, the Nine Heavenly Blood Dragon Demon Art.

Kra-ra-ra-ra-ra-rak!

The nine blood dragons extending from his entire body did not charge immediately, but instead lurked menacingly toward Sun Woo-jin.

It was like a venomous snake stalking its prey.

Seeing this, Seon Woo-jin murmured.

“Nine Heavens Blood Dragon Demon Art.”

Thanks to Meng Huiyan, who had witnessed the final battle between the Four Kings and the Rebellious Heavenly Blood Demon up close, he already knew that operating the Nine Heavens Blood Dragon Demon Art in such a manner was possible.

After all, the Sword Saint himself had fought the Rebellious Heaven Blood Demon in the past.

But despite that knowledge, Seon Woo-jin, who had been preparing for the Blood Dragon’s charge, couldn’t help but be startled the next moment.

Unlike the Rebellious Heavenly Blood Demon, who had attacked by sending the Blood Dragon from a distance, Jeon Moo-kwang had personally charged forward first.

“Uwahahahahaha!”

A massive palm surged forward, crushing toward the front.

It was a blood-soaked battlefield.

“Hmph!”

Seon Woo-jin scoffed and shifted his form five paces away.

Swoosh!

At that very moment, a massive blood dragon charged at him from right beside him.

It seemed nine blood dragons had already divided the area and were waiting.

Kraa-kraa-kraa-kraa-ra!

Seon Woo-jin hastily flew his body again to dodge the blood dragon.

“Guh!”

The massive blood dragon grazed past him.

But the attack didn’t end there.

Jeon Mookwang charged straight at him himself.

“Hahahahaha!”

“Damn it!”

Seon Woo-jin tried to dodge him again.

But Jeon Mookwang was faster.

“Die!”

In an instant, his crimson claws shot out.

It was the Blood Sect’s ultimate technique, the Blood Demon Fist.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

The claw-shaped energy, long as a spear, finally succeeded in piercing Sun Woo-jin’s body like a spear tip.

Puuuuk!

It had finally struck true.

Jeon Mookwang let out a triumphant cry.

“Got him!”

But in the next instant, Seon Woo-jin’s figure vanished from that spot.

It was an afterimage.

“Huh?!”

Jeon Mookwang frantically turned his head, searching for Seon Woo-jin’s figure.

‘Rear guard, Oh Jang!’

At the same time, a massive blood dragon pounced on Seonwoojin’s body.

Having already been lurking nearby, the blood dragons left him no opening whatsoever.

Kwaaang!

As the blood dragon’s massive jaws swallowed Seonwoo Jin whole and unleashed a colossal explosion, Jeon Mookwang let out a bitter laugh.

For just a moment, that was the case.

But the next moment, Jeon Moo-kwang could only gasp in horror as he saw Seon Woo-jin’s figure slashing down with a sword from above his head.

“?!

Mukrang Sword Technique: One Second

Gaecheon

A sword strike that tore through space exploded toward Jeon Mookwang.

Gaecheon possessed the ultimate destructive power for a single-strike attack.

Jeon Mookwang hastily raised his arm to shield his head from that unusual sword strike.

But this time, even that was useless.

CRACK!

Jeon Moo-kwang’s steel-like forearm split open about two-thirds of the way.

It was on the verge of being torn off.

“Guh!”

He wrapped his other arm around his forearm and swiftly threw himself backward, directing the remaining Blood Dragons toward Seonwoojin.

Eight blood dragons then charged toward Seonwoo Jin, unleashing a barrage of attacks.

Kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa

But at that very moment, Jeon Moo-kwang had to witness it.

The new form of Seonwoojin, split into several fragments, fluttered lightly as if weightless, evading the blood dragons’ furious assault.

It was the Heavenly Wind and Falling Leaves technique, mastered to perfection.

“You bastard!”

Jeon Moo-kwang felt as if blood was surging backward in his throat.

The sight of that bastard, elusive like a phantom, was infuriating.

He glanced at his forearm, already nearly regenerated, and unleashed another wave of blood dragons.

Waaah!

Then, landing on the ground with an air of ease, Seon Woo-jin chuckled and said to him.

“Blood Sect’s martial arts are rather weak. Is that all you’ve got?”

At those words, Jeon Moo-kwang gritted his teeth.

“You slippery bastard!”

Sun Woo-jin—or rather, the Sword Spirit’s mind—was actually in a state of extreme impatience, despite his calm expression.

Time slipped away helplessly. The sheer durability that allowed him to block ‘Gaecheon’—the single most devastating attack—with nothing but his forearm. And on top of that, the regenerative power that instantly restored even that damage.

He was nothing short of a monster.

And above all, what terrified him most was the thought that if this time ended meaninglessly, Seon Woo-jin would be left alone after he was gone.

The thought alone was horrifying—that his most precious, beloved disciple would be left alone in the world to die at the author’s hands.

He had to eliminate that bastard, no matter what.

But the sword spirit knew well that to do so, he must instead show composure.

The more urgent the situation, the more one must step back; the less time there is, the more one must appear composed.

Seon Woo-jin suddenly yawned and said with a bored expression.

“Haaam, I’m just asking because I’m getting a bit bored, you see. Is there anything else you can show me?”

At that, Jeon Mookwang finally exploded.

“You bastard!”

His body charged forward like a cannonball.

The nine blood dragons lurking in the shadows followed close behind.

A torrent of crimson blood poured down like a downpour.

Swoosh!

Behind him, a massive crimson palm could be seen crushing down.

Whooooooosh!

The massive blood dragons scattered in a semicircle, charging from all directions.

Kra-ra-ra-ra-ra-rak!

The other party members, watching the scene from a distance, could only stare in stunned silence, swallowing hard.

Bisaeng muttered hollowly.

“It’s like watching the world collapse. Are those even human?”

The others silently agreed with his words.

It was a truly horrific sight, an absurd display of futility.

But even as that world crumbled before his eyes, Seon Woo-jin never lost his composed expression.

His eyes slightly closed, his inner vision faithfully reproduced the world within his mind’s eye.

In a space devoid of color, black and white, Seon Woo-jin could observe everything that came crashing down upon him.

His body, split into multiple forms, fluttered like petals, releasing streams of energy.

He dodged the massive palm of the Blood Thunder General and the Blood Dragons by continuously using the Blink Step.

The enraged Jeon Moo-kwang shouted.

“Don’t run away! You slippery eel!”

But Seon Woo-jin kept his eyes closed and didn’t respond to the remark.

He was currently analyzing Jeon Mookwang’s abilities.

– Perhaps because it’s an artificial body, his intangible energy isn’t as strong as one might expect given his physical prowess. In fact, Yeokcheon Hyeolma’s internal energy and manipulation of intangible energy are superior.

It meant that while his overwhelming presence and physical prowess obscured it, the limitless power he could amplify as a Blood Demon clearly had its bounds.

– Then!

Seon Woo-jin finally snapped his eyes open.

He watched Jeon Moo-kwang charging toward him.

He was charging like a meteor, unleashing a palm strike.

“You bastard!”

Jeon Mookwang’s eyes flashed in an instant.

For some reason, Seon Woo-jin had stopped moving.

In that state, he felt certain he could hit him this time.

“Die!”

But it was at that very moment.

A sudden gust of wind blew in, gently pushing his body slightly to the side.

“What!?”

Whoosh!

His fist narrowly missed Seon Woo-jin’s hair.

In that instant, Seon Woo-jin’s sword slashed across Jeon Moo-kwang’s side.

Mukrang Sword Technique, One Second

Gaecheon

Swoosh!

“Kwaaaaah!”

For the first time since arriving here, Jeon Moo-kwang could not help but scream.

His side had been ripped open.

Being a Blood Demon, no blood flowed out, but his red flesh was torn open, exposing his internal organs.

Jeon Mookwang hastily wrapped one arm around his side.

Then, as he looked up at Seon Woo-jin, who was already slashing his sword down from above his head, he tried to retreat hastily.

But it was at that very moment.

His foot, which had pushed off the ground to retreat, suddenly sank deep into the earth.

Puuuuk!

“!”

Jeon Mookwang could only gasp in horror.

The perfectly normal ground had suddenly turned to mud.

And at that very moment.

Seon Woo-jin’s stream erupted.

“Haahhah!”

Swoosh!

“Ugh!”

Jeon Mookwang hurriedly raised his arm, wrapped in protective energy, to block it.

But it was useless.

POW!

“Guh!”

The sword blade had effortlessly sliced through the protective energy, cutting halfway through Jeon Moo-kwang’s forearm as it passed.

Even for Jeon Moo-kwang, a Blood Demon, it was undeniably a threatening sword strike.

Zhen Wuguang was now completely flustered.

The sudden gust of wind and mud, and the sudden ferocity of his opponent’s assault, were all bewildering.

It was a situation he simply couldn’t comprehend.

Unbeknownst to Jeon Moo-kwang, the martial technique Seon Woo-jin had just used was the Mang-a Gong.

The ultimate sword technique, Mangagong, had manifested through Seon Woo-jin’s body.