Monochrome Sovereign [EN]: Chapter 1275

“I was going to observe, but I can’t anymore.”

Seven Evil King, Hang Mu, said to Ten Evil King, Hyeol Lin.

“How much is the Mad Jade?”

Hyeol Lin silently looked down at the bead.

The bead, which must have been a murky jade color, was now half-dyed red.

It was as if blood had filled the bead. It actually showed a sloshing shape, but no matter how you looked at it, it wasn’t just simple blood.

It was a gruesome object where a strange evil energy and death energy coexisted, as if it were made by mixing real blood with the vengeful spirits of people.

Hang Mu grinned.

“Good. It’s much faster than I thought.”

Hyeol Lin only stared at the Mad Jade without answering.

It was a strange expression. He himself was clearly a master who had reached the extreme, but he looked as if he were fascinated by the Mad Jade itself.

“When the Mad Jade is completed, the fighting will stop. Inform me immediately.”

Leaving Hyeol Lin, who nodded silently, behind, Hang Mu turned his gaze to the right. There was a middle-aged man with a short, white beard.

Hang Mu spoke carefully.

“Senior. It’s about time we moved too.”

The middle-aged man, Myeong Hwal, opened his mouth.

“Now that we’ve tested the waters, we need to deploy properly.”

“I think so too.”

“Other masters are approaching. There are three who have reached the extreme [a level of martial arts mastery]. If we’re not careful, Hyeol Lin might have to step in.”

Hang Mu smiled.

“That won’t happen. With Senior’s martial arts, you can handle two of them.”

“There’s nothing absolute in a fight.”

“Besides, our goal isn’t to kill them all, is it?”

“Still, it’s better to crush those who will become a threat later.”

“The Lord’s orders come first.”

Myeong Hwal nodded.

“Alright, let’s go! The Wild Wind Unit, load your cannons! We’re going on the attack!”

The flag fluttered.

The thousand-strong Wild Wind Unit followed Hang Mu to the enemy’s flank.

Myeong Hwal, who had been watching them quietly, also drew the greatsword he carried on his back.

“Poison Wind Unit, advance.”

“Understood!”

Thus, two of the Four Evil Kings, Myeong Hwal and Hang Mu, who were said to be the best masters of the Demonic Sound, led their troops into battle.

* * *

Clang!

The spears clashed, creating a fierce roar.

Hang Cheon’s eyes turned red.

‘He’s strong.’

Although he was the fourth lowest ranked among the Evil Kings, he had strong confidence in his martial arts.

There was a reason why he, whose specialty was fists and palms, came to wield a spear. He had learned the secret arts of the Demonic Sound and reached the extreme, but he still felt a strong thirst for power.

Then, by chance, he met So Hyun-rip.

After meeting So Hyun-rip, he realized that his true talent lay in the spear. His martial arts, which had been skilled in distance fighting with extreme fist and palm techniques, were merely a stepping stone to becoming a master of spear techniques.

It had been five years. In just five years, he had become more accustomed to the spear than to fists and palms, mastered the Dragon Emperor Spear, and become more than two stages stronger with great enlightenment.

There were many Evil Kings stronger than him. But he was confident that he was among the top three in terms of weapon techniques.

But now, there was an opponent in front of him who was shattering that confidence.

Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh!

It was like a flower blooming.

It was clear that the spear, a divine weapon, was forged with steel even on the shaft. Yet, the pure white shaft, centered on the hand holding the middle, bent and created dozens of afterimages.

They weren’t just simple illusions. They were real afterimages left behind because it was too fast.

He couldn’t use the destructive techniques of the Dragon Emperor Spear because he was busy blocking the rapid spear attacks.

Clang!

Mok Won, who was now showing his true skills, had the divine weapon, White Lightning Spear, respond to his talent and grant him immense power.

The spear shaft he swung carried the force of ten thousand pounds. He couldn’t avoid it and blocked it, but Hang Cheon was pushed sideways in the blocking stance.

‘Unbelievable power. His raw strength is different.’

Hang Cheon couldn’t believe it.

‘Was he not using his full power until now?’

That wasn’t the case.

Mok Won had entered this battle as a general of the battlefield. As a general, he considered not only the safety of his allies but also how to efficiently annihilate the enemy.

The problem was that this was an unfamiliar act for him.

He was just a martial artist, not a general-type warrior who led people and fought against the enemy. He always did his best, but there was bound to be a difference in his concentration depending on the situation.

Now it was different.

He realized that powerful reinforcements were approaching from the rear. Moreover, among those reinforcements were three super masters who had reached the Limitless Realm [a realm of martial arts beyond the extreme].

The role of the general could be left to them. Now, he could return to being a proud martial artist.

That one mindset revealed Mok Won’s true abilities.

Flash!

A clear white light flashed on Mok Won’s White Lightning Spear, which had been pushing Hang Cheon with the Dragon Water Spear Technique and the One Red Spear Technique.

In that instant, Hang Cheon felt the hair on his entire body stand on end.

‘Danger!’

He twisted his upper body and held the White Lightning Spear with only his right hand. From his left hand, which was extended forward, formless energy was unraveling, binding Hang Cheon’s body.

He intended to seal the opponent’s movements with a net of true energy and finish him off with a single blow.

Whoosh!

Hang Cheon, who had drawn his inner energy to the limit, extended the Dragon Emperor Spear first. Since it was difficult to avoid, he intended to break the opponent’s vital points with a preemptive strike.

Thud!

Mok Won’s upper body rotated with tremendous elasticity along with the footwork.

Flash!!

The power of the Falling Thunder Spear, a spear technique of the Martial Sect [a martial arts school], was contained in the White Lightning Spear that shot forward like a streak of lightning.

‘…!’

Hang Cheon’s eyes widened.

The trajectory and power of the Dragon Flash of the Dragon Emperor Spear, which he had stabbed preemptively, were shaking and shattering madly. The power of the Falling Thunder Spear was stronger than the Dragon Flash.

‘The difference is this great…!’

In an instant, Hang Cheon could see it.

The aura emanating from Mok Won’s body was surging dangerously like flames.

It was an extremely fierce aura. For a moment, it felt as if the bones in his entire body were dislocating, as if he were facing a higher-ranked Evil King.

It was the Heavenly Martial Divine Weapon Technique, the Heavenly Martial Weapon General Technique. He was using the weapon technique, which he could only open for a moment in a simplified form and could not stop until his power was exhausted, as much as he wanted.

His heightened enlightenment, he was beginning to perfectly control the martial art that he had created himself but had not properly trained.

This was the current Mok Won.

A seeker of martial arts. Although his nature was not suited for battle, his life, which had pursued complete martial arts, had made him a master of combat.

Kwaaaang!!

With an explosion, Hang Cheon’s body flew back about twenty yards.

“Cough!”

It was fortunate that he had opened a path to the left and right; if he had been swept away, at least ten cavalrymen would have been turned into mincemeat.

Watching Hang Cheon, who was spitting blood but still managed to get up and assume a stance, Mok Won also caught his breath.

‘He’s strong after all.’

The high-level spear techniques of the Martial Sect were all top-notch martial arts.

However, the opponent’s spear technique had taken only the advantages of such high-level spear techniques and boldly discarded the disadvantages, making it a martial art that could compete for the best in the world.

The trajectory and power of the technique would protect its master in any situation. That was why the opponent had not died even with this blow, which was meant to decide the outcome.

‘It’s not just because of his martial arts. That guy’s inner energy is as solid as an iron wall. Even if he hadn’t trained in that spear technique, he wouldn’t have died from this blow.’

It was an extremely cold judgment.

But he wasn’t disappointed. Rather than lamenting the existence of an enemy he couldn’t kill, it was better to think about how to attack the enemy even in that fleeting moment.

Mok Won’s choice was simple.

Kwaaaang!

He shot forward like a white lightning bolt and immediately unleashed the One Red Spear Technique.

Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh!

It was a linear and fast spear technique, but it was vulnerable to changes in direction.

But for some reason, it was difficult for Hang Cheon to avoid the spear.

Clang, clang, clang!!

He couldn’t avoid it or counterattack, so he blocked it, but every time he blocked, his upper body was subjected to tremendous shock.

‘It’s gotten heavier.’

The reason why he couldn’t avoid it even though he could just dodge was because the opponent’s true energy had completely taken control of the area.

That control caused psychological intimidation. Hang Cheon gritted his teeth.

‘The Dragon Emperor Spear is the best spear technique of the Demonic Sound Cult [a martial arts sect]. As the first successor of the Dragon Emperor Spear, I can’t lose to this guy.’

Boom! Boom, boom!

Everything external at the end of the extended White Lightning Spear was destroyed. If the target was the ground, the surface of the ground would be overturned, and if it was a cavalryman, the bodies of the cavalry and soldiers would be torn apart and blown away.

The iron-clad Heavenly Martial Divine Weapon Technique did not allow the evil energy of the Demonic Sound to penetrate even a little, and thanks to that, Mok Won was able to push Hang Cheon while maintaining a cold rationality.

How much time had passed like that?

“Senior!”

Mok Won’s eyes flashed.

In the distance behind him, he heard Cheon Hyo-rak’s urgent voice.

“Retreat!”

Was it because he was so engrossed in pushing Hang Cheon that he didn’t notice?

By now, a master with a strong evil energy was moving to the flank with troops carrying cannons.

And behind Hang Cheon, another master emitting a much more dangerous aura than Hang Cheon was advancing with another elite force of the Demonic Sound.

‘Finally.’

The total mobilization of the Demonic Sound forces.

“Kaaah!”

Hang Cheon, covered in blood, swung his spear wildly.

Clang!

The White Lightning Spear, which had blocked Hang Cheon’s spear, vibrated strongly.

Just like Mok Won, who had let go of everything after feeling the presence of his allies in the rear.

Hang Cheon’s mind, which had been pushed back relentlessly, had also changed. The simple fact that his seniors had entered the battle had raised his morale fiercely.

“I’ll kill you!”

Mok Won’s eyes turned cold.

‘He hasn’t suffered any fatal injuries even while being pushed back. Even if I push him harder, it will be difficult to kill him before that master arrives.’

He understood why Cheon Hyo-rak had called him. Mok Won gave up his lingering attachment.

Fwaaaang!

Hang Cheon shouted at Mok Won, who was retreating to the rear.

“You! Where do you think you’re running off to!”

It was then.

Whirring.

Even in the noisy battlefield, that small sound was clearly audible.

Hang Cheon turned his head to the side. It was instinct.

At that moment, Fourth Evil King, Myeong Hwal, widened his eyes and shouted.

“Dodge, you idiot!”

Hang Cheon lowered his head without realizing it.

Something brushed past his hair.

Fwoooom!

A small throwing knife that flew in an arc collided with the body of a cavalryman and exploded.

But the power of that explosion was truly enormous. The pieces of the throwing knife, which had scattered into dozens, quickly spread around and tore apart about ten cavalrymen, and if he hadn’t instinctively swung his spear to block it, Hang Cheon’s arm would have been shredded.

Hang Cheon, who was gaping at the terrifying sight, turned his head.

Fwaaaah!!

It was like a ghost flying in the dark sky.

A middle-aged man flew in, scattering a reddish aura behind him, and by now, cheap throwing knives that he had just thrown were sticking out between his fingers.

‘A super master!’

Myeong Hwal flew like lightning behind the flustered Hang Cheon.

Tang Gwan’s left hand was swung softly.

Fling, fling, fling!

Four throwing knives flew in an arc towards Hang Cheon. It was the secret technique of the Tang family, the Soul-Chasing Flying Butterfly [a deadly throwing knife technique].

“Don’t block it! Get out of the way!”

Fwoooom!

Myeong Hwal, who had blown Hang Cheon away with his power, swung his greatsword.

Boom, boom, boom!!

The throwing knives were reduced to dust with the explosion.

A cold smile appeared on Tang Gwan’s face.

“Not bad.”

“You brat, how dare you!”

Bang, bang, bang!

The two masters rushed towards each other.