Monochrome Sovereign [EN]: Chapter 1212

Thwack! With a single strike of his leg technique, which twisted like an axe cleaving through wood, the force of the Demonic Dragon Divine Palm was deflected to the sides. Thud! He was impacted, but he recovered instantly. Or rather, it was impossible to tell if he was truly recovering or just pretending to. Yeon Ho-jeong moved as always, following the instinct that had always protected him and brought ruin to his opponents, while the Golden Dragon Divine King Art made his heart as hard as steel. Flash! Surprise flickered in Cheon Wi-ryong’s eyes. He had been charging straight ahead, but in an instant, he soared into the air. The moment he seemed to have risen, he dove back in diagonally, throwing a punch. It was that strange movement from their first fight. But it was fast. Moreover, unlike before when his movements were disjointed, all of his actions now flowed together. It was so fast and fluid that it was the only way to describe it. Whap! Whap! Whap! Cheon Wi-ryong retreated from the three consecutive strikes of the Sky-Turning Palm, and the moment Yeon Ho-jeong landed on the ground, he spun and swung his leg. Flash! A gust of leg technique was unleashed. It wasn’t the Golden Dragon Art. He didn’t possess such a leg technique. ‘An axe?!’ In Cheon Wi-ryong’s eyes, Yeon Ho-jeong’s leg technique appeared like an axe spinning and flying towards him. Whoosh! He soared into the sky to avoid it, and the unleashed gust of force cleaved a boulder in two in an instant. Thud! As if it were natural, the Golden Dragon Footwork followed. It was as if he had completely mastered it in just those few exchanges. It was the talent of an absolute master, embodying enlightenment the moment it was gained. And finally. Yeon Ho-jeong’s martial arts underwent another transformation. Wham! Wham! Wham! He approached, spinning with both hands outstretched, towards Cheon Wi-ryong, who was unleashing the Demonic Emperor Seal and the Demonic Emperor Divine Fist in the air. Flash! Flash! The powerful attacks of the demon god were all sliced apart and sent flying. ‘What kind of martial art is this?’ It had terrifying cutting power, but it wasn’t sharp. It was more like seeing a blunt axe; the destructive power was more noticeable than its edge. Swoosh! Boom! The explosive Lightning Fire Energy. Cheon Wi-ryong, having landed on the ground, swung both palms towards the sky, simultaneously deploying the Dark Dragon Cannon and the Lightning Dragon Formation. He had manifested two martial arts that he was certain could not be withstood even with opposing forces. It was a disaster-level martial art that no one in the world could counter. Boom! Surprisingly, with a single, wide swing of Yeon Ho-jeong’s hand blade, the two forces shattered and scattered. ‘This can’t be!’ Cheon Wi-ryong’s eyes wavered. It wasn’t a complete annihilation. The power of the exploded Dark Dragon Cannon and Lightning Dragon Formation had burned Yeon Ho-jeong’s body in various places. Even the power of the Golden Dragon could not block it. Flash! Yet, he pressed forward. As always, the vanguard of the martial world, charging to bring ruin to his enemy. The hand blade he swung again contained the power of the second move of the Golden Dragon Art, the Mountain Crushing Stance, and for a moment, Cheon Wi-ryong saw a giant’s palm falling upon a mountain range. ‘I can’t block it!’ Boom! Cheon Wi-ryong narrowly evaded, and a massive gash, over ten yards long, was carved into the spot where he had been. A chilling power that transcended and surpassed his own abilities, it was the true power of the Black and White Martial Emperor, the divine weapon. Wham! Even with such power, he charged again. It was as if his body was built in such a way that there was no strain on his joints or muscles. In an instant, Yeon Ho-jeong approached Cheon Wi-ryong, unleashing the Merciless Strike, the Ascending Force, and the Raging Wind Slash of the Golden Dragon Art in quick succession. Weeeeng! Weeeeng! Internal forces collided, creating small vibrations rather than explosions. ‘Ah!’ Yeon Ho-jeong exclaimed inwardly. The Golden Dragon Art was a martial art that seemed absolutely impossible to change, or rather, it was designed from its inception to be unchangeable beyond its basic form. The Divine Martial Arts were different from combat martial arts. The Golden Dragon Art was a martial art that only revealed its true value when wielding an axe. The type of axe didn’t matter, but it had to be an axe. However, no martial art in the world is without change. The reason the Golden Dragon Art was limited to an axe was because it was a martial art of the upper dantian [energy center in the body], used with imagination based on the Golden Dragon Divine King Art. But now, Yeon Ho-jeong realized. The Golden Dragon Art could also change. No, any martial art he had learned and mastered could be changed as much as he desired. That was the true power of Yeon Ho-jeong, the War God. When he first learned the Divine Martial Arts, he struggled with its overly free form, but after completely mastering it, he finally understood that the form of the Divine Martial Arts was the best of all time. Then, when he ascended to the Golden Dragon, he tried to create his own martial art that could best receive the power of the upper dantian’s Divine King Energy, and he did create it, and it was the right path. But what was right then was not necessarily right now. Just as Cheon Wi-ryong had abandoned the Gwangse Demonic Art and was now using another teaching of the cult, the Heavenly Demon Blood Art. Seeing that even a demon god did not limit the martial arts he used, Yeon Ho-jeong’s subconscious also focused on pouring out everything he possessed. The path of martial arts, on that vast and boundless road, there were countless methods and enlightenments. ‘Finally…’ It was the apex. His level, which had broken free from the past where his imagination was limited and now employed a constantly changing martial art style, was truly dazzling. ‘In the past, now, and in the future.’ In the air, dozens of hand blades appeared. The ancient enlightenment that had bloomed while facing an insurmountable demon god finally drew out the fifth move of the Golden Dragon Art, the Raining Dragon Descent. ‘He is a warrior who will use any means necessary to win.’ Swoosh! Dozens of hand blades poured down on Cheon Wi-ryong. Wham! Wham! Wham! It was an unparalleled technique that slashed, or rather, struck down. Yet, they fell like meteors. A martial art that devastated everything in front of it, it was like seeing Tang Gwan’s Myriad Falling Flowers [a famous martial arts technique]. Faced with that absolute power, Cheon Wi-ryong also used the Lightning Dragon Formation and the Demonic Dragon Divine Palm, but surprisingly, Yeon Ho-jeong’s attack shattered the Lightning Dragon Formation and broke through the barrier of the Demonic Dragon Divine Palm. Thud! Thud! Thud! Blood spurted from Cheon Wi-ryong’s nose and mouth. There were no cuts anywhere on his body. That was why it was more serious. The power of the Raining Dragon Descent had penetrated his skin, and the terrible explosive force was trying to devour his insides. “Gah!” With a surge of demonic energy, he activated the Heavenly Demon Blood Art, and in an instant, the internal force was dispelled and expelled outwards. However, Yeon Ho-jeong’s attack was just beginning. Boom! He shot forward with a tremendous explosion. He wasn’t just swinging his hand blades. His entire body was moving. The Dragon Form Seven Technique Steps, which he had created with the Golden Dragon Divine Dance but had rarely used in actual combat, had also melted into the Golden Dragon Footwork, completing the sixth move of the Golden Dragon Art, the Raging Dragon Sprint. Kaaaang! Cheon Wi-ryong was indeed Cheon Wi-ryong. With a fist shrouded in the flames of hell, he neutralized the power of the Raging Dragon Sprint with a single, cannon-like blow. However, he had to pay the price for blocking that strike that was faster than the speed of sound. Thud. Blood flowed from his fist, or rather, what was once called a fist. It was a strike that contained the will of the Golden Dragon itself. Although not as powerful as the Gwangse Demonic Art, the Blood Demonic Art was also just a tasty prey for the Golden Dragon, and even with its powerful demonic energy, it could not protect his hand. Chiiiik! Did he not feel pain? His mangled hand caught fire, and surprisingly, his bones were instantly set, and the torn flesh was filled in. The extreme of the demonic was said to be immortality. Although he had not truly reached immortality, he had healed his crippled hand with the power of pure demonic energy alone. It was not the power of a human. However, a vast amount of true energy had to be consumed to repair the destroyed body. Finally, Cheon Wi-ryong’s face turned pale. The face of the demon god, who had been vying for the realm of the Blood God, finally began to show human features. Boom! Another sprint. The incarnation of combat would not miss the gap created by the depletion of true energy. He passed by Cheon Wi-ryong again with the Raging Dragon Sprint, leaving a savage wound on the demon god’s back as if it had been struck by an axe. Fwoosh! Cheon Wi-ryong was not just taking it. Even in that situation, he managed to unleash the Demonic Emperor Seal, slicing off a chunk of flesh from Yeon Ho-jeong’s side. Chiiiik! As if he possessed the same immortality as Cheon Wi-ryong in the face of demonic energy. He instantly dispelled the penetrating demonic energy, burned the remaining demonic energy in the wound, and closed the gash on his side. Like Cheon Wi-ryong, Yeon Ho-jeong also consumed a vast amount of true energy in repairing his body. It was inevitable. It was the natural order of things. However. Whoosh! What made him different from Cheon Wi-ryong was that he had mastered a divine art that was the opposite of the opponent’s demonic art. Even after consuming a vast amount of true energy, his internal energy began to fill up at a terrifying speed. The higher Cheon Wi-ryong’s level, the denser the demonic energy he emitted, and the Golden Dragon Divine King Art was constantly increasing the density of its power, leading its master’s body into the realm of a demigod. The harmony of energy at its peak, it transcended both divine and demonic arts. Even if he could never cause such a miraculous event again, at this moment, Yeon Ho-jeong was showing a more demonic appearance than any demon. And finally. Wham! Boom! Amidst the two people exchanging blows with madly swinging fists and kicks. The final move of the Golden Dragon Art, which he had only used once in his immature days and was now confident he could unleash its true power, revealed itself. Clang! This time, it was not a hand blade. Even with the protection of the Golden Dragon, he could not handle it with his bare hands. Whoosh! One of the Black and White Twin Dragons was drawn out, the Black Dragon Axe imbued with the power of darkness, was enveloped in a golden, brilliant true energy, losing its original color. Perhaps he had realized that it was an unstoppable strike. For the first time, a sense of urgency flickered across Cheon Wi-ryong’s face. Whap! Whap! Whap! He created distance with the Divine Demon Light and Shadow, then retreated over ten yards using the power of the Lightning Dragon Descent, transforming into the Heavenly Lightning Demon Body. Flash! Yeon Ho-jeong, who had instantly caught up to Cheon Wi-ryong, swung the Black Dragon Axe diagonally. At that moment, Cheon Wi-ryong could see it. Behind the massive diagonal slash, the illusion of a golden dragon descending with its mouth wide open. The antlers of a deer, the teeth of a tiger, and the white whiskers around its nose and chin made it look like a divine being. The Golden Dragon True Form. It was the will of the Golden Dragon itself. ‘Manifested Illusion…’ The very power of the soul that those who had mastered the Hell Art could unleash. His vision darkened. Even before the slash reached him, his entire body creaked, and demonic energy surged. The opposing force that even forced his movements, he had skipped several levels, consuming his internal energy to the bottom to kill the strongest demon god. Now, he was finally unleashing the power to truly capture the demon god. Faced with that power, Cheon Wi-ryong, fearing that he would be destroyed by the opposing force, had no choice but to unleash the final move of the Gwangse Demonic Art. Kugugugung! The manifested illusion, which had sprung out like lightning, was engulfed in black flames, creating a massive demon figure. A grotesque demon figure resembling an imaginary devil, weeping tears of blood. It was the secret technique of the Gwangse Demonic Art, the Blood Demon Sky Burning Stance, which was confronting the final move of the Golden Dragon Art, the Soul Slaying Raging Dragon. “Uwaaaaa!” “Haaap!” With the two men’s intense shouts, the two martial arts collided head-on. Clang! The shockwave that surpassed the distorted and shattered barrier shook the entire mountain. Chiriring! The Black Dragon Axe, reduced to dust with only its handle remaining, cried out mournfully, bidding its master a final farewell. Fwoosh! Yeon Ho-jeong’s right arm, unable to withstand the immense power, was covered in blood. And. Thud! Cheon Wi-ryong’s knee, the demon god’s knee, finally fell to the ground.