Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 185

Thrum…

In the midst of a tense standoff, a strange breeze caressed the silence.

The stillness felt fragile, as if it could shatter at any moment, but the wait wasn’t long.

Thud.

With that sound, Yoo-jeong’s magical construct began to move first.

Perhaps because it was an incomplete construct, it lacked a head and possessed only a grotesque array of countless arms. The sight of nearly a thousand hands and the bizarre eyeballs embedded in their palms was enough to make anyone’s brow furrow.

Yet, the aura subtly emanating from it was not to be underestimated.

It was then.

Mysterious energy gathered in the hundreds of arms of the magical construct, causing them to glow.

The moment Yuk-gwi’s eyes narrowed.

The construct’s arms moved in perfect unison, reaching out towards Yuk-gwi.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The hundreds of arms extended in an instant, reaching Yuk-gwi’s immediate vicinity.

It was faster than expected.

Startled, Yuk-gwi quickly waved his hand, manipulating the blue petals.

The moment the mist-like petals touched the construct’s arms, an earth-shattering explosion erupted. Bang! Kaboom! KABOOM!

The construct’s arms, upon contact with the blue petals, triggered a chain reaction of explosions. The brief contact generated a massive shockwave, instantly collapsing even the cliff where O-gwi stood.

It was a terrifying divine power.

Just as O-gwi was reeling from the shock.

Suddenly, the blue petals transformed into tens of thousands of swords in an instant.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

“Go!”

Yuk-gwi shouted.

Even with hundreds of arms, it would be impossible for the magical construct to block tens of thousands of swords!

The tens of thousands of swords, spewing blue flames, instantly shot towards the magical construct.

Kaboom!

Explosions rang out in succession, and amidst them, the voices of Yuk-gwi and Yoo-jeong could be heard.

However, it was impossible to watch, as the battle they were creating was so intense that it was difficult even to open one’s eyes. O-gwi frowned at the raging storm, swallowing hard.

And soon, his face darkened.

‘It’s different….’

The level was different.

Even though they were clearly both at the Eternal Calamity stage, the power of their divine abilities was different.

The quality of their treasures was also different.

Nothing was the same.

What was even more surprising was that they were both still holding back!

‘Besides, that guy must have internal injuries….’

Yoo-jeong had suffered internal injuries from the Heavenly Lightning and even coughed up blood.

The fact that he was displaying such divine power with that body was astonishing.

It was a feat he could only dream of.

The reason he had chased Yuk-gwi all the way here was none other than to eliminate his inner demon!

That’s why he had attached Ma-yu [a type of parasitic spirit] to Yuk-gwi and chased him all the way here, wasn’t it?

If Yuk-gwi fought Yoo-jeong, he wouldn’t emerge unscathed, whether he won or lost.

That would create an opportunity to strike a decisive blow.

‘That’s what I thought….’

O-gwi’s eyes trembled violently.

He couldn’t help it.

First, the guy’s divine power was on a different level than his own, and second, there was Yoo-jeong, who was fighting him evenly.

‘If it weren’t for Yuk-gwi, that guy would have killed all the Ghost Kings.’

He had even killed First Gwi, so would it be difficult for him to capture the other Ghost Kings?

Of course not.

First Gwi was said to be the strongest among the Ghost Kings.

What difficulty would Yoo-jeong, who had defeated First Gwi, have in killing the Ghost Kings?

Wasn’t Yuk-gwi the only one who could stand against such a guy?

His head ached.

The easiest way to eliminate an inner demon was to kill the person who had become the inner demon.

If you couldn’t kill the opponent, you couldn’t eliminate the inner demon.

O-gwi’s worries deepened.

* * *

Inside the massive explosion.

San-gun focused his mind, forming a hand seal with one hand and holding a sword hilt with the other.

Swish! Swish!

Sharp wind sounds stirred through the explosion.

‘He’s not easy.’

As expected of Yoo-jeong.

Even with internal injuries, he was not to be trifled with.

What was even more surprising was that he hadn’t shown all his cards yet.

He had revealed most of his divine abilities, but Yoo-jeong had only shown his magical construct so far. Now was the time to be as cautious as possible.

It was then.

Whoosh! Swoosh!

With a sharp tearing sound, San-gun’s figure disappeared.

Whoong!

With the sound of wind, the magical construct’s fierce hand pierced through the explosion. San-gun smirked and hid in the explosion.

Yoo-jeong’s brow furrowed.

San-gun’s caution placed him far above most of the Heavenly Immortals he had met.

A world of difference from those who only trained quietly in the training hall.

He was no pushover.

He seemed to have plenty of combat experience.

Moreover, the number of divine abilities and treasures he possessed was comparable to his own, making it all the more difficult.

Yoo-jeong’s eyes wavered.

“The longer I drag this out, the more disadvantageous it becomes.”

Whether he killed him or ran away, he had to end it quickly.

Yoo-jeong concealed his silver-gleaming eyes and took out a scroll from his chest.

When he unfurled it, it was adorned with an enormous amount of magic circles and drawings, depicting all sorts of grotesque demons.

With a face that looked like he was about to die of regret, Yoo-jeong bit his thumb, drew blood, and smeared it on the scroll.

-Hehehehehehe.

Then, a pungent smoke rose from the scroll, and eerie laughter began to fill the surroundings.

San-gun’s face hardened.

He clicked his tongue and hesitated, taking out a black cocoon from his chest.

“You’ll have to suffer a bit.”

He threw the cocoon, and the thread unwound, releasing Gwi-yul inside.

Gwi-yul’s hair was longer than when he had seen her before, and she had become more mature.

He didn’t know why she had changed like that, but she had transformed into a woman with sharp eyes.

As soon as Gwi-yul opened her eyes, she glared at San-gun, grinding her teeth.

She stared at him with eyes mixed with some kind of complex emotion.

He was puzzled, but it wasn’t the time to solve his questions. San-gun immediately commanded her with his consciousness, and Gwi-yul clicked her tongue and melted into the air.

And a moment later.

Boom!

From within the explosion, Yoo-jeong’s magical construct soared up along with a jet-black dragon.

Kuaaaaa!

The dragon, with its intense roar and massive size, instantly coiled around the magical construct.

San-gun, thinking this was the moment, instantly fired Hwaran, the Myriad Extremes One Sword, and returned to his true form, unfolding the Gakche Yongson [a type of divine artifact] and transforming into a giant tiger.

[Kuaaaaa!]!

He roared bravely and instantly threw the Tanhan Yeosan [another divine artifact], gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on his horn through the Hoecheongakgo [a technique to amplify spiritual energy].

Kiiiiing!

He shot out the spiritual energy gathered on his horn in an instant.

Hoecheongakgo, Heavenly Earthly Sacred Light.

The blue flame that soared high into the sky fell back down like a meteor.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

As Yoo-jeong formed a hand seal, the arms of the magical construct, which were fighting the dragon, reached out towards the Heavenly Earthly Sacred Light.

Kuaaaaang!

A broken arm of the magical construct fell from within the explosion.

Just as San-gun was showing a happy expression.

Suddenly, he felt an eerie sensation and flapped his wings to use Shukuchi [a technique for rapid movement].

Swish!

[Kuk!]

San-gun’s wing membrane was slightly cut.

If he hadn’t instantly covered his wings with the Manyeokpyeon [a protective barrier], they would have been cut off in an instant.

His heart pounded.

But it was too early to rest assured.

Around San-gun, hundreds of small demons holding giant scythes were already watching him intently.

He hadn’t even felt their presence, so he didn’t know how they had appeared. San-gun shrunk his body, transformed into the Talhyeong form [a defensive stance], and drew out the Gyuncheon Ogwang [a powerful sword] to the extreme.

The mandala spun around, and soon all sorts of swords poured out from behind him.

Charrrr!

Swords with different colors and shapes.

The five swords that make up the Gyuncheon Bohwa [a sword technique].

Chajajajajak!

The swords of the Gyuncheon Bohwa, unfolded like blooming flowers, flew towards the demons.

The swords wrapped in Gyuncheon Ogwang instantly sliced the demons, and their remains fell.

However, the corners of San-gun’s lips remained unmoved. He had killed the demons, but their smoke was gathering again.

It seemed they were not easy to kill.

San-gun summoned Goryun to circle around him and slowly surveyed his surroundings.

Gwi-yul was fiercely fighting the magical construct, but strangely, Yoo-jeong was nowhere to be seen.

Caution settled on San-gun’s face.

‘Where is he?’

San-gun’s eyes, using the Dallyeong Geumjeong [a technique for enhanced vision], moved quickly.

But even with the Dallyeong Geumjeong, he couldn’t find him.

An unknown sense of foreboding washed over him.

[Kyaak!]

Suddenly, gray smoke turned into a demon’s scythe and came at San-gun.

“Tsk.”

He raised the Gyuncheon Ogwang and spread both hands, releasing hundreds of five-colored sword energies.

Sasaaa!

But the gray smoke still didn’t subside and let out an eerie laugh.

San-gun’s face darkened, and he hesitated for a moment before summoning the Hangbosain Sword [a sacred sword].

The demons circling around him possessed demonic energy.

In that case, it would be best to take out the Hangbosain Sword and show the Hangbosingi [a display of divine power]!

As he formed a hand seal and took out twelve Hangbosain Swords, there was an immediate reaction. As milky white energy poured out, the demons’ groans could be heard from the gray smoke.

Just as San-gun was showing a happy expression.

Koo-roo-roong! Koo-roo-roong!

Dark clouds had already formed high in the sky, and thunder and lightning raged.

Suddenly, rain and wind lashed out, and a powerful pressure of spiritual energy was applied to the area.

San-gun’s face twisted.

The dark clouds that had appeared for no reason were nothing more than a prelude to a large-scale divine ability.

Kwaroooong!

As if to answer his thoughts, thunder and lightning struck in succession.

San-gun’s Dallyeong Geumjeong flashed and captured a figure in the dark clouds.

“Know it as an honor. I originally saved it to face the Jisun of the Ice Palace, but I’m using it on you!!”

As Yoo-jeong spread his hand, a small statue floated above it.

No, it was a lamp that looked like a statue. It was in the shape of a lamp placed on top of a sturdy and dignified ox statue made of jade.

The ox was acting as a support, but it didn’t look ordinary.

“This is the Heavenly Treasure that First Gwi possessed, the Ancient Mound Heavenly Ox (古丘天牛)!”

Woong!

With a strange pulsation, the lamp of the Ancient Mound Heavenly Ox lit up brightly.

Jjeo-jeo-jeo-jeo-jeok!

At the same time, the space cracked and fractured here and there.

San-gun frowned at the ominous premonition and grabbed the Hyeonhye Hoegom [a powerful sword].

It was then.

Kwacha-chang!

The sound of glass breaking was heard simultaneously.

“Heot!”

San-gun gasped.

From dozens, hundreds of spatial cracks, giant hands tore through space and lunged at San-gun.

They were giant hands with a very ominous-looking dark red aura.

They didn’t seem to be of this world.

“Try to block this!”

Yoo-jeong, who spat out blood, laughed maniacally as if something was so funny.

San-gun gritted his teeth.

The light of the Hyeonhye Hoegom burst out.

The sword made with the last remaining Fire Spirit.

‘This is not enough.’

The Hyeonhye Hoegom was a treasure that created a sword from fate and infused it with great power.

With only one remaining Fire Spirit, it was not enough to face Yoo-jeong’s Heavenly Treasure, the Ancient Mound Heavenly Ox!

Seureung! San-gun drew his sword.

He couldn’t use Shukuchi either.

The space was distorted everywhere.

He couldn’t escape.

But he had no intention of escaping.

He couldn’t just stand there and take it.

The energy of the Gyuncheon Ogwang was overlaid on the sword that San-gun grabbed.

Wiiiiing!

Badeuk, Badeudeudeuk!

The sword screamed, and a bizarre metallic sound began to erupt.

But it was still not enough.

Wharuruk! In addition, the flames of the Bongak Cheonghwa [a powerful flame] also blazed fiercely.

Even this was not enough.

‘A little more!’

He gathered his spiritual power.

He activated the Yungjeon Gadan [a technique to amplify spiritual power].

Thud.

Kuaooo!

Explosive spiritual power created a pillar of light, and a powerful spiritual pressure erupted.

San-gun’s blue spiritual power and the ominous spiritual pressure emanating from Yoo-jeong’s Ancient Mound Heavenly Ox collided in the air.

Kwaga-gak!

Lightning flashed from the colliding energies, and a great storm raged.

‘A little more!’

Not yet.

This was still not enough.

The back of his hand cracked, and purple lightning cried out tearfully.

Kwareureureung!

Unheavenly Unbreakable Wall [a defensive technique].

The ominous purple lightning rose from the back of his hand, creating a violent roar of thunder. As San-gun grabbed the Unheavenly Unbreakable Wall with his left hand and shoved it into one sword, a dazzling light shone on the area.

San-gun immediately raised his sword.

A force like uprooting a mountain flowed through San-gun’s body.

His hair and clothes floated in the explosive momentum.

It was then.

Jjeo-jeo-jeo-jeo-jeok!

Hundreds of hands in front of him lunged at him.

Giant hands reaching for San-gun from all directions, but he could only see one figure in his eyes.

Yoo-jeong.

He would cut him down.

“Heuaaaaaap!!”

Swaaaaaa!

A brilliant light bursts out in all directions.

The generated storm creates a typhoon, and dozens of whirlpools are created.

The ground slowly crumbles, and everything touched by the light of the sword is erased.

The giant hands of the Ancient Mound Heavenly Ox are swallowed by the intense light.

Jjeo-jeo-jeo-jeo-jeo-jeok!

The divine powers of the Ancient Mound Heavenly Ox are torn apart by San-gun’s sword energy and directed towards Yoo-jeong.

The expression on his face, distorted like a fierce god, created unparalleled joy.

Kuaaaaang!

A deafening roar and radiance erupted.

When the light that had erupted in the area subsided for a moment.

The space was distorted as if the sky had been cut, and the ground was split in a straight line to the distant ridge, as if a celestial being in the sky had wielded a giant sword.

Tat.

Such a desolate sight.

In that place, only a silence that hung like darkness spread wide, except for a man holding a severed arm.