Chapter 372
The roar of a beast could be heard.
No, that roar was too large and ferocious to be called that of a beast. It sounded like something from legend was crying out in rage.
However, it was too sinister to compare to a dragon or qilin. This sound contained ferocity and madness.
Wei Yan-ho also didn't seem to think that Mad Blood Demon would fall from an attack of this degree. Even as the ear-splitting roar erupted, he didn't even furrow his brow as he flew toward the cluster of light he had created at terrifying speed.
"Uaaaaaaaaah!"
Mad Blood Demon, unable to contain his own rage, stretched out his fist while screaming until his throat burst.
The fist, darkened black with full demonic qi, created dozens and hundreds of afterimages as it swept toward Wei Yan-ho's flying body. It was a sight like a massive black wave crashing down.
Overwhelming.
Anyone standing before it would have no choice but to be overwhelmed.
But Wei Yan-ho's eyes remained cold.
"Huwup."
After finishing a short deep breath, Wei Yan-ho let the sword in his right hand drop to his side.
Then came a single strike.
Wei Yan-ho's sword traced a trajectory that seemed to flutter endlessly from right to left.
Chwaaaaak.
With a sound like tearing silk, the wave of fist shadows flying toward Wei Yan-ho split greatly up and down. Then, through that gap, the lava-like burning eyes of Mad Blood Demon met Wei Yan-ho's ice-cold sunken eyes.
"Wei Yan-hoooooooo!"
Mad Blood Demon let out a howl and bounced toward Wei Yan-ho like a rubber ball.
Paang! Paang! Paaang!
Wei Yan-ho's sword, surrounded by pure white light, struck the approaching Mad Blood Demon. Sparks flew where flesh and sword collided, creating sharp metallic sounds.
Wei San-ho unconsciously bit his lips hard.
'Damn it, just what kind of body is that!'
The fact that Wei Yan-ho's sword was sharp was known throughout the world. Yet that Wei Yan-ho's sword couldn't even leave a scratch.
No matter how much one strengthened their body with internal power, wasn't having that degree of hardness too much?
Mad Blood Demon swung his elbow to deflect Wei Yan-ho's sword, then thrust his fist straight at Wei Yan-ho's abdomen.
Seureureuk.
Wei Yan-ho's body was pushed back softly like a feather. At the same time, the deflected sword drew an arc and settled on Mad Blood Demon's shoulder like a falling leaf.
The moment Wei Yan-ho's sword touched Mad Blood Demon's body, strangely, both their bodies bounced backward as if they had collided.
The two who had quietly descended to the ground faced each other.
"This…"
Mad Blood Demon looked at Wei Yan-ho with an expression of disbelief.
"Kulleok!"
Then, unable to maintain that expression for long, dark red blood gushed out of Mad Blood Demon's mouth like a waterfall.
'What, what was that?'
Jang-il's eyes wavered.
'Where did they collide?'
He had clearly seen it with both eyes.
If Mad Blood Demon and Wei Yan-ho had decided to increase their speed, a battle would unfold that would be hard for his eyes to follow, but the current match wasn't such a speed battle. Thanks to that, Jang-il could see every scene from beginning to end with his eyes.
Even so, he couldn't figure out where Mad Blood Demon had been injured.
'Damn it, the more I look, the more fucking crazy it gets.'
Whether knowing his feelings or not, a deflated voice leaked from Wei San-ho's mouth.
"Distance Strike and Rebound Force."
"What?"
"…Yan-ho judged that he couldn't pierce through that strong body, so he mixed Soft Sword with Distance Strike to strike the body and directly shake the insides. And Yan-ho was also injured by the Rebound Force emitted by Mad Blood Demon's body when it was attacked."
"Injury?"
Hearing those words, Jang-il enhanced his eyesight to examine Wei Yan-ho's condition.
Indeed, Wei Yan-ho's face had turned pale.
"But, but he did deal damage, right?"
"That's right."
Though the damage this side received would be several times greater.
Wei San-ho didn't bother explaining that fact. There was no need to explain. Even knowing it, there was nothing they could do.
Mad Blood Demon wiped his blood-soaked face and glared at Wei Yan-ho with bloodshot eyes.
'This bastard is really… '
Even mobilizing all the common sense he knew, he couldn't explain the existence called Wei Yan-ho.
If it had been a simple Distance Air Strike, it could never have turned his insides upside down. But Wei Yan-ho had mixed the mysteries of Soft Sword with Distance Air Strike to cleverly mock his defenses.
If it had been an ordinary internal heavy method, it couldn't have penetrated his demonic qi that filled even his insides. But Wei Yan-ho had torn apart his insides with incredibly soft energy before his Rebound Force could even rise.
Though he had taken damage from the belated Rebound Force, he had certainly dealt a blow to his body.
'How could he think of such a method?'
Most of those who faced his vajra-like body tried to somehow strike hard to break his body. Then they inevitably failed to achieve that attempt and ended up kneeling before him.
But Wei Yan-ho didn't obsess over cutting his body, leaving the outside as it was and attacking the insides that couldn't be perfectly trained.
Up to that point, one could say it was possible.
But how should one interpret that young bastard mixing the mysteries of Distance Strike and Soft Sword to attack in that brief moment?
The level where he could mix two mysteries was amazing, and the judgment to instantaneously choose and mix those two was even more amazing.
"Ten Thousand Swords…"
Mad Blood Demon's voice was close to a groan.
'How terrifying.'
It was a feeling that sent chills down his spine.
The technique Wei Yan-ho had just shown was certainly amazing. But it wasn't enough to make Mad Blood Demon afraid. What made him afraid now was the mystery of Ten Thousand Swords hidden behind this single strike.
What would happen if Strong Sword and Soft Sword coexisted, and Fast Sword and Crushing Sword coexisted?
If martial mysteries that were thought to never be able to exist together could be combined…
Wouldn't there be nothing in the world that couldn't be done?
Right now, Wei Yan-ho's Ten Thousand Swords was literally at a crawling level. But just being able to vaguely guess what lay at the end of that crawling was enough to make his palms sweat.
It seemed he could understand why Ten Thousand Swords received the jealousy of the world, and why no one dared to think of opposing Ten Thousand Swords.
'The reputation of the Greatest Family of All Time was not in vain.'
If the legend of the Hundred Families of Ten Thousand Swords was true, didn't it mean that swordsmen like Wei Yan-ho were crawling around? With that level of power, even the current Divine Cult couldn't dare to oppose them.
It was truly worthy of the name Greatest of All Time.
'Perhaps… '
Mad Blood Demon hurriedly shook off the thought that arose in his head.
Such a thing couldn't happen.
That person's martial arts were invincible. No martial art could dare compare to that person's martial arts.
However…
"It's certain that it will become a threat."
Mad Blood Demon gritted his teeth.
If that Wei Yan-ho's sword became more complete, even if not that person, it would certainly be a threat to the other bishops.
But before that…
"Ten Thousand Swords?"
Confirmation was needed.
Why Wei Yan-ho was using Ten Thousand Swords.
Wei Yan-ho quietly shook his head.
"No."
Wei Yan-ho said with a somewhat bitter expression.
"It's not Ten Thousand Swords. This is my sword."
"Not Ten Thousand Swords?"
Wei Yan-ho quietly nodded. But from that brief word and expression, Mad Blood Demon could get most of his answers.
'It is Ten Thousand Swords, but something different from the original Ten Thousand Swords. Something was lost, or else it was modified.'
It sounded like he had inherited Ten Thousand Swords but hadn't inherited it perfectly.
'If it could be recovered?'
Though Mad Blood Demon detested impurities mixing into the Divine Cult's great martial arts, he couldn't help but acknowledge Wei Yan-ho's current martial arts. It was just not yet ripe, but if that martial art was completed, it wouldn't be inferior to any existing martial art of the Divine Cult.
"One more reason has been added."
Eudeuddeuk.
Mad Blood Demon quietly clenched his fist.
"Wei Yan-ho."
Mad Blood Demon glared at Wei Yan-ho with bloodshot eyes.
"You are strong. I acknowledge it. This Mad Blood Demon acknowledges it. You are strong. Even with just your current skills, there wouldn't be many who could oppose you."
The incredibly arrogant and extremely violent Mad Blood Demon, who earned the alias 'Gwanghyeol (Mad Blood)', was acknowledging Wei Yan-ho. It was an honor that even Gwon-geuk hadn't received.
"If I see an unripe great vessel, giving guidance would be a senior's duty."
"A Demonic Cult member calling himself a senior?"
"Whether I'm a senior or not isn't important. What's important is that I have something to teach you."
"Something to teach?"
"Your weakness."
Wei Yan-ho's eyes sank slightly.
"Child, you are strong. Yes, you are stronger than anyone. You would be ten times stronger than I was at the same age. Yet you have a weakness that is far too fatal."
Wei Yan-ho glared at Mad Blood Demon with a hardened face.
Unlike his usual self who maintained composure, it was a face filled with anger. Not because he himself was being ignored. Even if Mad Blood Demon had spent half a day hurling insults, Wei Yan-ho would have just picked his ears and rolled around. But the current statement was different.
To ignore Wei Yan-ho's martial arts was to ignore Baek Mu-han. For Mad Blood Demon to notice Wei Yan-ho's weakness that even Baek Mu-han, who had taught Wei Yan-ho for five years, didn't know was an insult to Baek Mu-han.
"I'll shut that mouth of yours."
"No need to get excited."
Mad Blood Demon slowly stretched his fist backward.
"I'll let you experience it with that body."
Wind began to blow.
Everything around seemed to be sucked toward Mad Blood Demon, who had stretched his fist fully backward.
The gentle breeze instantly became a strong wind, and soon became a storm. Both qi and wind were explosively sucked toward Mad Blood Demon.
"Heup!"
Mad Blood Demon let out a short battle cry and thrust his fist forward.
"Mad Demon Manifestation!"
Demonic qi explosively swelled from Mad Blood Demon's right hand. The demonic qi, which had started the size of a fist, instantly swelled to the size of a small mountain and flew toward Wei Yan-ho.
'Demon Face?'
Wei Yan-ho's face was momentarily colored with bewilderment.
A ghostly face appeared above the massive lump of demonic qi, looking like a demon screaming in anguish.
What first bewildered him was the form of the demonic qi. Anyone would be flustered seeing fist energy in the shape of an evil spirit howling.
But that soon turned to shock.
Wei Yan-ho, sensing the tremendous internal power contained in the flying fist energy, unconsciously stepped back.
Gwon-geuk's attacks weren't even this much.
No, the single strike Gwon-geuk had launched at him couldn't even be compared to the current strike. Mad Blood Demon's fist energy flew toward him with tremendous internal power that seemed like it would vaporize Wei Yan-ho and his surroundings, howling as it came.
"Yan-hooooooo!"
Wei San-ho, realizing the power of the fist energy, screamed with bloodshot eyes until his throat tore.