Monochrome Sovereign [EN]: Chapter 1183

Even with the Ten Thousand Directions, Ten Thousand Walls erected, Tang Yu-Gwang silently continued his work.

After inserting all the needles from the first cylinder, he opened another, taking out a long needle that was thicker and longer than the previous ones. It was so substantial it could easily be used as a throwing weapon.

He calmly walked around the Ten Thousand Walls, inserting the needles.

Gyu Hong, who had been holding his breath due to the overwhelming poison, suddenly looked at Tang Yu-Gwang.

‘Now is my chance.’

A murderous intent flickered in Gyu Hong’s eyes.

Was he still poisoned? He couldn’t be sure. He hadn’t even realized he was poisoned in the first place.

But even so, it was clear that an opportunity had arisen to take down Tang Yu-Gwang, who was repeating this strange act. Poisoned or not, if two people were fighting, the other two had to fight as well.

‘I apologize. Please forgive my disloyalty.’

The Sect Leader had called this a game, but from a servant’s perspective, not a single element of danger could be ignored. Though unlikely, if his tricks were so malicious as to harm the Divine Body, he, as a follower, could not stand idly by.

Whoosh!

Gyu Hong kicked off the ground.

As Gyu Hong tried to approach Tang Yu-Gwang, circling around the Ten Thousand Walls, he suddenly felt nauseous.

‘How potent!’

Even though he was circling three lengths away from the poison wall, the poison was making his head spin.

Even though demonic energy was no less potent than poison, the poison was penetrating without hesitation. It was still a small amount, and he could somehow expel it with his demonic energy, but if he got any closer, even the Blood Dragon Demonic Suppression Art wouldn’t be able to stop the poisoning.

‘If it’s this bad even from a distance, the moment I touch the poison wall, my body will….’

Chiiiik!

There was no time for useless thoughts. After creating more distance to expel the poison, he circled back again to approach Tang Yu-Gwang.

Tang Yu-Gwang was still crouched down, his back turned, inserting needles. He looked like a farmer harvesting crops.

A murderous intent flickered in Gyu Hong’s eyes.

‘Die!’

Kwarurung!

The fist he threw out released a gust of wind that transformed into a massive dragon shape.

It was the Blood Dragon Demonic Suppression Art, the Blood Dragon Demonic Destruction Fist. It was one of the most powerful martial arts of the Blood Demon Sect, a supreme technique that had few equals, except for the Sect Leader’s teachings.

However.

Kwaaaang!

With a deafening roar, the dragon-shaped fist energy shattered into pieces.

‘……?!’

Gyu Hong’s eyes widened.

‘What is this?’

Even with his demonic eyes, he couldn’t see how the Blood Dragon Fist energy had been destroyed.

It hadn’t been scattered by a barrier of true energy, nor had it been smashed by a stronger attack. Yet, the fist energy had simply vanished.

‘How?!’

Tang Yu-Gwang hadn’t even turned around, despite surely feeling the force of the fist energy. He simply continued with his work.

He even stood up, dusting off his waist, and then walked a few steps forward to insert another long needle.

Buruur.

Gyu Hong’s hair stood on end. He was extremely enraged.

“You bastard!”

Kwakwang!

The Blood Dragon Demonic Destruction Fist was unleashed three times in a row.

Three red dragons opened their jaws, aiming for Tang Yu-Gwang’s back. It was a fist technique unleashed with all the power of a master who had reached the Demonic Saint level.

Kwarurung! Kwakwang!

With tremendous explosions, the red fist energy was torn apart and scattered in all directions.

At that moment, Gyu Hong could see it. The three streams of fist energy were melting into something and scattering.

He had caught a glimpse of it in a fleeting moment. But even seeing it didn’t mean he understood what was happening.

“Oh, that guy.”

Tang Yu-Gwang, who had seemed to sway to the side from the pressure, dusted the dirt off his knees.

“Stop it already. I might misplace a needle.”

“You bastard! What kind of trickery are you using!”

“Why would I tell you that?”

“……!!”

“Well, even if I told you, there’s nothing you could do about it.”

He didn’t even make eye contact. It was a complete disregard.

Gyu Hong roared and unleashed a barrage of fist energy. He used the Blood Dragon Demonic Destruction Fist as well as the Blood Dragon Three Fingers, which had great penetrating power.

But it was all in vain. As if protected by an invisible force, the moment Gyu Hong’s attacks entered within half a length of Tang Yu-Gwang’s body, they all became useless.

“Still don’t understand?”

For the first time, Tang Yu-Gwang turned his head to look at Gyu Hong.

A murderous gaze that made even Gyu Hong, who had reached the Demonic Saint level, flinch.

“We are people who use poison. To use poison, you need to be able to use your head. Using your head doesn’t mean calculating complex things. It means anticipating and preparing for what might happen.”

“……!”

“Did you think I wouldn’t anticipate that you would target me if those two went inside the Ten Thousand Walls? Anyone could have predicted that, not just a poison user. So, do you think we, as poison users, would leave a disloyal bastard like you alone without any precautions?”

Tang Yu-Gwang smiled coldly.

“Try as you might, as long as this Ten Thousand Walls doesn’t collapse, you will never be able to harm me.”

* * *

‘Impressive.’

Kwarurung!!

Tang Hyeong’s fist energy and palm strikes raged within the Ten Thousand Walls.

‘Amazing martial arts. It’s not just about knowing how to use poison.’

Cheon Wi-Ryong couldn’t help but be impressed by the diverse martial arts that Tang Hyeong was using, attacking from all directions.

Each technique was imbued with extreme poison, making every move dangerous, but the martial arts themselves were outstanding.

It was at a level that could be believed to be the protective martial arts of the Three Sects. The true energy he released was concise and fast, and the explosive power at the point of impact distorted the fundamental principles of martial arts, disrupting the sense of rhythm and scattering the range of the explosion.

The explosive power, which could erupt at any moment and in any place, was difficult to deal with in itself. Moreover, the opponent was a master of poison.

The fear of not knowing when and where poison would strike. The explosive power that could erupt anywhere and in any amount.

Thus, the Tang family’s martial arts aimed to shake the opponent’s psychology before their power. The Tang family’s hidden weapons were similar, often rising from below when you thought they were above, or wrapping around from behind when you thought they were on the left.

Even if you read the killing intent and reacted, the martial arts were difficult to block. Moreover, the person using these martial arts was Tang Hyeong, the master of all Tang family martial arts.

Even the leader of the Blood Demon Sect could not let his guard down.

Flash!

Behind the fierce, tiger-like fist energy, cunning hidden weapons flew like snakes.

Curved daggers, feather needles spinning like they were caught in a vortex, and steel needles pouring down like a sudden rainstorm—dangerous hidden weapons were appearing from unimaginable directions.

‘The level of cultivation doesn’t matter. This is the true power of poison and hidden weapons.’

The poison of the Ten Thousand Walls could not be completely blocked even by Cheon Wi-Ryong’s demonic energy. As a result, he was responding while sealing three-tenths of his power. That three-tenths of demonic energy was constantly expelling the poison of the Ten Thousand Walls.

In other words, he was fighting with seven-tenths of his power. But even that seven-tenths of his power could not be fully unleashed. If he tried to use his martial arts, hidden weapons and poison-laced palm strikes would fly at him.

‘Truly amazing!’

He wouldn’t have been this impressed if his opponent had been stronger than him in martial arts.

The existence of Tang Hyeong, who attacked with all sorts of bizarre techniques he had never seen before, was like an artistic master to Cheon Wi-Ryong.

Chiiiik!

The hazy poison emanating from the Ten Thousand Walls met Tang Hyeong’s poison, melting the edge of Cheon Wi-Ryong’s sleeve.

Cheon Wi-Ryong’s eyes deepened.

‘How long has it been?’

Even before he had completed his martial arts, he had rarely been injured by anyone. Especially after he turned sixty, the gap in martial arts between him and his disciples had become so extreme that no one dared to touch even the hem of his clothes.

A master from the Sichuan martial world had accomplished this great feat.

‘It’s a shame. If we had met earlier, we could have shared drinks for days while comparing our martial arts.’

His techniques were amazing, but his inner energy was also impressive.

‘To form such a massive poison formation, a large amount of inner energy must be consumed every moment. In other words, this person is showing such amazing movements even while his inner energy is constantly being depleted.’

Could he, even with his abilities, fixate on one martial art while using another to drive his opponent? He thought he could. But he didn’t think he could use it so flexibly.

‘Seeing this, the difference in cultivation is a joke.’

Cheon Wi-Ryong knew that his level of martial arts was superior to Tang Hyeong’s. If you only considered pure martial arts, there would be no one in the world who could match him except for the Sa clan and the Sword God.

But he was being pushed back by a person who possessed such great martial arts, using only poison, inner energy, and unique technical skills.

Cheon Wi-Ryong felt a sense of bitterness.

‘I’m still far from it. If I could take just one more step, I could see the descent of the Blood God, but it seems I’m not yet worthy of being called a god.’

As long as he was wearing a human body, there were clear limits, and compatibility could not be ignored.

That’s why you have to fight to know. Of course, it wasn’t that he thought he would lose. He had simply seen the reality that he could be defeated despite the difference in cultivation. If he had truly felt a crisis of death, he wouldn’t have been able to have such leisurely thoughts.

And now, having seen his sleeve burn, Cheon Wi-Ryong had no choice but to get serious.

Flash!

Five black steel needles were shot from Tang Hyeong’s fingertips.

Surprisingly, they weren’t real steel needles. They were steel needles made entirely of poison, formed by poison essence.

It was the level of creating the shape of an external object with poison energy and shooting it like a hidden weapon. Even Tang Gwan, who had built his own martial path with hidden weapons, would not be able to create such a natural form.

That was when it happened.

Thud!

Tang Hyeong’s eyes wavered.

Cheon Wi-Ryong, who had been focused on defense and evasion, swung his hand for the first time, shattering the hidden weapons.

And those were hidden weapons of poison essence imbued with the Emperor’s Poison.

‘He shouldn’t be unscathed?’

Indeed, Cheon Wi-Ryong’s left hand was stained black. It was an extreme poison that penetrated just by touching the skin.

However.

Chiiiiiiik!

Soon, black smoke rose from Cheon Wi-Ryong’s left hand.

In that short moment, all the poison was expelled. It was faster than Tang Hyeong had anticipated.

“Your martial arts are truly amazing. Considering that your inner energy is being consumed even at this moment, I truly want to give you my praise.”

“Hearing that from someone who is completely unscathed doesn’t make me happy at all.”

“There has been no one else who has given me such surprise.”

In an instant, Cheon Wi-Ryong’s pupils dilated.

“You are qualified to face the teachings of the Blood Demon Sect Leader.”

Tss tss tss.

Black smoke rose from beneath Cheon Wi-Ryong’s feet.

It wasn’t poison smoke. It was like smoke dancing at the end of hell’s sulfur fire.

“If the madman had not betrayed me, I might have completed this demonic art back then.”

Whirrrrr!

Black flames blazed from Cheon Wi-Ryong’s right hand.

Crackling!

Meanwhile, on his left hand, a brilliant light, almost impossible to see with the naked eye, flickered.

Fire and lightning, lightning and fire.

The orthodox demonic art of the Blood Sect, drawing the power of hell itself, had revealed its form.

“Now, let’s go.”