Monochrome Sovereign [EN]: Chapter 1209

Yaryul Dae-geuk’s eyes widened.

Whoooosh!

The palm force of the Evil Multitude Palm, which had been unleashed, was shattered by a massive storm of divine energy.

Although it wasn’t Yaryul Dae-geuk’s strongest martial art, the Evil Multitude Palm was a technique that only those who had mastered the basics of the Evil Yin Sect could learn. In other words, it was the true beginning of the Evil Yin martial arts, a signature move.

Such a martial art, unleashed by a master who had reached the pinnacle, was capable of creating earth-shattering power.

Yet, that palm force was easily broken. None of the Four Kings of the sect could have scattered the Evil Multitude Palm so easily.

Zzzing! Zzzzzing!

Strange vibrations emanated from the hands of the five Taoist masters of Wudang.

It wasn’t a simple sword formation. A sword formation was a combined technique used by swordsmen to efficiently deal with opponents they couldn’t handle alone. To shatter an opponent’s martial art with such abundant true energy, and even to pressure them, was beyond what could be called a mere sword formation.

However.

‘Sharp.’

Although it was filled with sinister power, Yaryul Dae-geuk, whose upper dantian [an energy center in the body] was open, allowing him to perceive what ordinary people could not, sensed an extreme sharpness in the energy emanating from the old masters of the Wudang Sect.

Continuous streams of milky white pure light. Yet, there were no swords anywhere. An intangible giant sword was aimed at Yaryul Dae-geuk from above the heads of the five Taoist masters.

It was a qi formation [a formation using internal energy] that transcended the limits of a sword formation. Moreover, it was an astonishing power that couldn’t be explained simply as a qi formation.

If they fought one-on-five, he would never lose. Within a few exchanges, he could end one life, and by the time they reached ten exchanges, he could take another. That was the picture he envisioned.

However, the situation would be different if he, as a martial artist, fought against the one, as a sublime formation unfolded by the divine energy of Wudang Mountain.

‘They say they rival Shaolin as the two great pillars of the martial world.’

He had heard that there was no one except the Sword Immortal Tak Mu-ja. There was also talk of Tak Mu-ja’s most cherished disciple, who was said to become a monster no less than his master in the future, but that disciple had also joined the Martial Alliance.

In other words, there was no one in the Wudang Sect who could stop him. That’s what Yaryul Dae-geuk thought.

He was wrong.

Shaolin and Wudang, the two sects with the pride of the Northern and Southern peaks, were different from the other nine sects. [The nine sects are a common trope in martial arts stories, referring to other prominent martial arts schools.]

Even after peeling away layer after layer, people and martial arts beyond imagination kept popping up. The pinnacle of them was the Seven Stars Divine Sword Formation, a formation created by Tak Mu-ja himself, which was the best formation of Wudang, having been used to fight the creator himself for over three hundred exchanges.

Two people were missing from the sword formation, but the formation could still be deployed even with fewer members. Moreover, since the divine energy of Wudang Mountain was filling the empty spaces, Yaryul Dae-geuk, who was called the pinnacle of the Demonic Way, couldn’t easily react.

Zzzzzzzzzing.

The ominous sound resonating from Jo Yang-jin’s sword grew more intense with each passing moment.

Thud! Thud!

Small explosions erupted on either side of Yaryul Dae-geuk’s head.

The powerful vibrations, empowered by the divine energy of the Wudang Sect, tried to steal Yaryul Dae-geuk’s hearing, but they were ineffective against Yaryul Dae-geuk, who had erected a barrier of internal energy around himself.

Jo Yang-jin could no longer smile.

‘There’s nothing wrong with the Breaking Army Start either. Even though we amplified the power by drawing in divine energy.’

With the divine energy of Wudang Mountain helping them, the absence of two people couldn’t be considered a significant loss. Yet, Yaryul Dae-geuk was withstanding this power.

‘I was trying to break him down slowly, piece by piece.’

If they attacked aggressively right away, there could be casualties. That’s why they were trying to peel him away layer by layer.

Jo Yang-jin’s eyes narrowed.

It would take some time to revive that bizarre old demon. Yaryul Dae-geuk was also not rushing in because he didn’t know much about his opponents, and because he had someone to protect.

A heavy voice flowed from Jo Yang-jin’s mouth.

“Breaking Army Formation.”

Whoosh!

The milky white divine energy slowly rotated, gradually making the calm energy of the sword formation fierce.

Krrrrrr!

The sky roared.

The rotating divine energy had transformed into a massive whirlwind.

It seemed like a slow movement, but he didn’t know when it had changed so much. The hazy whirlwind of true energy was a spectacle that would elicit admiration just by looking at it.

At that moment, Yaryul Dae-geuk sensed it. The opponent had awakened their will to kill.

If so, he also had to move on the offensive without worrying about the rear.

Thud!

With a powerful stomp, Yaryul Dae-geuk’s palm faced forward.

It was a gentle motion. It was a beautiful motion, unbelievable considering the ominous energy.

However.

The dark power emanating from his palm was by no means beautiful.

Kwarururung!

The explosive force that poured out through his palm instantly grew massive, transforming into a dark blue, grotesque palm force.

Jo Yang-jin shouted.

“Step forward!”

Paah!

The movement of Un Geom-jin was dazzling.

Puh-uh-uh-uhng!

He swung a rusty scythe, splitting the dark blue palm force diagonally, and its sharpness was truly remarkable.

Yaryul Dae-geuk’s eyes gleamed.

‘Can they block it again?’

Showing the power of the Evil Yin Sect was just the beginning.

Stepping forward once more, Yaryul Dae-geuk extended his other hand. It was as gentle as before, but it seemed a little faster.

Kwarururung!

As the movement became faster, the power of the palm force that erupted also became stronger.

Whoooosh!

A powerful energy gathered on the rusty scythe. Un Geom-jin’s scythe swept through the surroundings in an instant.

Puh-puh-puh-puh-puhng!

The strong palm force was shattered by dozens of scythe strikes. He had blocked a concentrated force that could never be blocked with a single blow with a lightning-fast series of continuous strikes.

It was the Wudang Sect’s signature move that Un Geom-jin had mastered, the Heavenly Net Sword.

Flash!

Un Geom-jin, who had shattered Yaryul Dae-geuk’s palm force, swung his scythe again. He had unleashed the Heavenly Net Sword once more.

Truly befitting its name of a net of the heavens, dozens of sword energies filled the air, covering Yaryul Dae-geuk’s vision.

‘Beautiful.’

Whether one walks the righteous path or the evil path, it is only natural to admire beauty.

‘This is the true power of this sword formation.’

It was a powerful sword net that Un Geom-jin’s skills could never have unleashed on their own.

And what made it possible was that very formation.

Whoooosh!

The whirlwind, now spread wide enough to cover even the sky, created an even larger roof.

Beneath that roof, the divine energy, rotating and increasing in density, was pouring into Un Geom-jin. It was as if a downpour that should have covered all directions was passing through a narrow pipe, soaking only Un Geom-jin.

Jo Yang-jin, who had already planted his sword in the ground and was muttering something, Un Heum-jin, who had closed his eyes while holding a liquor bottle, Hyun Eum-jin, who had planted a tree branch in the ground like Jo Yang-jin and placed his hand on it, and Geum To-jin, who was rotating his large hands in different directions.

In addition to the true energy of the four of them, Jo Yang-jin, who was chanting a spell, was awakening the peaceful souls sleeping in various parts of Wudang Mountain.

Those souls were the spirits of the former Taoist masters who had remained without ascending to heaven to protect Wudang at any time, and their spiritual energy was channeling the heavenly energy of the sky, the divine energy of the earth, and the true energy of humans flowing in the center to the chosen one.

‘Divine Descent!’

By now, the Seven Stars Divine Sword Formation was building a massive wall around Yaryul Dae-geuk and the Evil Ghost Disciples. It was like a fighting arena from which they could never escape unless they broke the sword formation.

And Un Geom-jin was the representative of that arena.

The qi wave of Un Geom-jin, who had received the energy of heaven, earth, and man, was surprisingly not that great.

Yet, it was strong. Since what was visible was not everything, Yaryul Dae-geuk couldn’t help but admire the skills of the former old Taoist masters who had forcibly dragged their opponents into the arena without giving them a chance to refuse.

“Haaap!”

Soon, Un Geom-jin’s attack began.

He kicked off the ground and advanced, but there was no sound of a powerful stomp, nor the sound of the earth being dug up.

However, he had already entered Yaryul Dae-geuk’s striking range. There was a presence, but it was a ghostly, sudden movement.

Following that, the rusty scythe that Un Geom-jin wielded, containing the illusion of the Wudang Pine Pattern Ancient Sword, unleashed the incantations of the Heavenly Net Sword.

Puh-puh-puhng!

Yaryul Dae-geuk’s twin palms moved at a terrifying speed, tearing apart the Heavenly Net Sword’s power.

‘Strong!’

The rebound was beyond imagination.

In the Evil Yin Sect, as well as in the Blood Demon and Divine Transformation, there were methods to forcibly make a master who had not reached the extreme strong.

However, that was only a temporary ability, and those who used that method would lose their power and become disabled, or at best, fall into a state of combat incapacity. Even then, it was difficult to withstand the power of a true master.

‘These guys are different!’

Pa pa pa pa pa.

The fists that were swung, creating shockwaves, were filled with the mysteries of the Wudang Seven Stars Fist, and the scythe strikes that gently pierced the space between his eyebrows, middle dantian, and lower dantian were imbued with the noble essence of the Three Absolute Wild Sword.

There was no seam visible in the way they deployed the two martial arts. The momentum of the sword-fist, which surged like an endless, majestic river, was truly remarkable.

Puh-puh-puhng! Kwaang!

Yaryul Dae-geuk, who was roughly deflecting the sword-fist, felt a surge of competitive spirit.

With the Blood Demon Grand Master not knowing when he would accept the Four Hundred Old Ones, and even Yoo Cheon-ju appearing, it was not the time to ignite his competitive spirit.

However, the martial arts of Un Geom-jin, who was receiving the power of the four giant swords, displayed a smooth yet exhilarating attack. They were attacks that anyone who had devoted themselves to martial arts would want to engage with.

‘I’ll go all out.’

Yaryul Dae-geuk suppressed his exploding competitive spirit and decided to quickly settle the match.

Kugugugung!

Thanks to the terrifying divine energy flowing around the arena, even movement itself was uncomfortable, but the powerful demonic energy emanating from within momentarily granted Yaryul Dae-geuk’s body freedom.

Now revealing Yaryul Dae-geuk’s true martial art, the Yin Soul Great Demonic Power, was encroaching upon the Breaking Army Formation, the arena of the Seven Stars Divine Sword Formation, like ink being splattered on fine rice paper.

Jo Yang-jin’s chanting became faster. The power of demonic arts pushing back the divine energy! Even drawing on the sacred energy of Wudang Mountain, it was not easy to withstand.

Paah!

A single fist imbued with the power of the Yin Soul Great Demonic Power swept over Un Geom-jin in an instant.

It was a destructive martial art, a linear fist technique that shattered everything it faced. The Soul Shaking Demonic Fist had been unleashed.

Kwarururung!

It was a force that would blow away everything in sight. Un Geom-jin, with a desperate look, swung his scythe and hands. It was the Heavenly Net Sword and the Seven Stars Divine Palm.

Kwang! Kwakwang!

Even though he was receiving the energy of heaven, earth, and man, it was difficult to block a single fist. Un Geom-jin, staggering backward, turned pale.

Whoosh!

Yaryul Dae-geuk’s left hand moved like lightning.

Following the Soul Shaking Demonic Fist was the Death Spirit Divine Palm. As if to sweep away even the souls of Wudang that had been awakened by the Divine Descent, the sinister power that erupted covered all directions like a downpour.

That was when it happened.

Kwa kwa kwa kwa kwang!

There was someone who appeared, completely repelling the power of the Death Spirit Divine Palm.

It was the one who had switched positions with Un Geom-jin and unleashed the Wudang’s legendary Ten-Section Brocade. [A martial art using the palms and fists.]

It was Geum To-jin, who had earned the reputation of the Wudang’s First Fist with a pair of flesh palms.

“I’m the fist expert, you demonic lackey.”