Monochrome Sovereign [EN]: Chapter 975

Yeon Ho-Jeong boldly declared himself the Four Divine Martial Arts Master.

In the past, he had always introduced himself as a member of a family or the eldest son of the Yeon family.

But now, things were different.

Having inherited everything from his master, he faced a formidable enemy and proudly proclaimed himself the successor of the Four Divine Martial Arts and the Four Divine Martial Arts Master.

As he spoke those words, Yeon Ho-Jeong finally realized.

That he was now truly free from everything.

His father, Gong Gong, Jeagal Mun-Ho, Yang Cheon, Moyong Gun, and Tang Gwan.

No one saw him as young or underestimated him anymore; they considered him a clear martial artist and one of the key figures who could change the fate of the era.

But Yeon Ho-Jeong was certain.

At this moment, when he proudly called himself the Four Divine Martial Arts Master with all his heart.

It was now that he had truly become a martial artist, free from his family, the Black Imperial Castle, and even the past.

His roots were in his family, but Yeon Ho-Jeong, who had not fully understood the teachings of his master that had allowed him to exist, had finally blossomed as a martial artist.

Krrrr!

The soaring golden divine dragon’s majesty was beyond imagination.

He had never shown such a massive manifestation before. The Yellow Dragon energy flowing from his body soared high, creating a giant dragon form over ten yards long. It was so detailed and powerful that even a single strand of the dragon’s whiskers could be seen fluttering, overwhelming everyone.

The Murim Alliance [Martial Arts Alliance] forces and the evil monks of the Small Thunder Sound Temple were all dumbfounded.

The energy emanating from one person’s body had taken the form of a giant dragon, but that was just a simple fact. What everyone present perceived was different.

Whether good or evil, a dragon is a divine beast. It is a mythical creature that does not exist in reality and represents the will of heaven itself.

They were not seeing a form created by a human’s power, but a proxy of heaven summoned by a human.

“Hah!”

Na Gak-Roe’s chilling shout awakened the minds of the evil monks.

“It’s just a wicked trick! Do not let your minds be disturbed by such illusions, you Thunder Monks!”

The eyes of the evil monks flashed.

The Yellow Dragon image created by Yeon Ho-Jeong was the epitome of mystery, but Na Gak-Roe’s voice was full of reality that shattered that mystery.

For a moment, their minds wavered, but they did not forget that this was a battlefield. Under normal circumstances, they would not have been able to recover from the shock, but the fact that they regained their senses with just a shout showed how great Na Gak-Roe was to them.

But Yeon Ho-Jeong had no intention of letting it go.

If the mystery had been brought down to reality, then all he had to do was raise the reality that roamed the earth back to the will of heaven.

Yeon Ho-Jeong kicked off the ground.

Whoooosh.

In response, the giant dragon blurred for a moment, then moved its writhing body to the front.

Whoosh!

As always, Yeon Ho-Jeong’s steps were powerful and fast.

He did not move at the speed of the Blood Wing Sky Dance, but to the eyes of the onlookers, it was like a flash of light. It was the power of the Yellow Dragon itself that disrupted people’s perception.

Yeon Ho-Jeong reached the enemy soldiers in an instant.

His eyes never left Na Gak-Roe from beginning to end.

Na Gak-Roe shouted.

“Fall back!”

Beyond the Light Dragon Axe that was slashing down diagonally, the claws of the Yellow Dragon could be seen.

Beyond Na Gak-Roe’s hand, which was striking upwards diagonally, the black hand of the Evil Buddha was imprinted like an illusion.

Kwaang!

With a powerful explosion, the battle between the supreme masters began.

“All troops.”

Moyong Woo drew his Tangma Divine Sword.

“Advance.”

“Waaaaah!”

The giant dragon had manifested, blessing this battle.

The eyes of the Murim Alliance warriors burned like active volcanoes. Their advancing steps were more powerful than ever, and their shouts were filled with a blind desire and conviction for victory.

Kwakwakwang!

Moyong Woo’s timely command was also amazing, but it was naturally Yeon Ho-Jeong who had created the moment for that command.

Yeon Ho-Jeong, who had pushed Na Gak-Roe away with force, immediately chased after him, but the aftermath of the energy released by the two masters greatly shook the formation of the Small Thunder Sound Temple forces. About a dozen evil monks nearby died, their bodies reduced to unrecognizable lumps of flesh.

Thus, the Murim Alliance began their final battle with the Small Thunder Sound Temple.

Pow pow pow!

Na Gak-Roe’s palm strikes were heavy, yet their speed was like lightning, reminiscent of a series of palm strikes.

But Yeon Ho-Jeong’s response was also swift. He held the heavy Light Dragon Axe in one hand and swung it like a tree branch, instantly disintegrating three powerful palm strikes in mid-air.

‘This bastard!’

He was angry, but at the same time, Na Gak-Roe could not help but acknowledge it.

The opponent was a master.

Moreover, he was a master who could match him. From the initial loss of the first attack to the move that separated him from the main force, and the fact that he had crushed three Red Buddha Palm strikes with one hand, he was no ordinary opponent.

‘Could it be a return to youth?!’

Flash!

Yeon Ho-Jeong, who had been chasing him, suddenly appeared in the air above his head.

He moved in the air and leaped to a higher altitude. For masters of their level, the Sky Walk was not a difficult skill, but Na Gak-Roe had rarely seen such fast and high-level movements.

Yeon Ho-Jeong swung the Light Dragon Axe powerfully.

The first move of the Raging Wind Nine Dragon Kill, Ruthless.

Kwarururung!

The swirling golden energy indiscriminately exploded in a radius of over ten yards.

It was a martial art that changed the terrain with a single strike. Moreover, Na Gak-Roe was certain that even that was not his full power.

Na Gak-Roe, who had flown high into the sky to avoid Yeon Ho-Jeong, emitted a sinister killing intent.

Whoooosh!

The hem of his robe swelled.

He was using his ultimate technique from the start. He could not remember the last time he had fought a real battle with a master of this level, but he knew instinctively that this was not a situation where he could afford to conserve his strength.

He gathered the power of the Blood Buddha Great Mind Force, one of the secret divine arts of the Small Thunder Sound Temple, and unleashed the Blood Hand Seal.

Yeon Ho-Jeong’s eyes deepened.

It felt as if a giant rock engulfed in flames was pouring down from the end of the sky.

The Blood Hand Seal, one of the strongest palm techniques in Tibet, considered to be on par with the legendary Great Hand Seal of the Potala Palace.

The giant crimson palm was falling down with the momentum to grind not only Yeon Ho-Jeong but the entire earth.

Yeon Ho-Jeong unleashed the second move of the Raging Wind Nine Dragon Kill, the Ascending Force.

Kwarururung!

Yeon Ho-Jeong’s ankles dug into the ground.

It felt as if his insides were being shaken by the tremendous pressure. The power of the Blood Hand Seal was truly overwhelming, and if one were to simply consider the force of pushing in, it seemed even stronger than the Great Strength Vajra Palm of the Shaolin Temple.

Na Gak-Roe was not unscathed either.

Although they were able to move somewhat freely in the air, the extremely violent slash of the Ascending Force split the power of the Blood Hand Seal into three or four parts and engulfed his entire body.

Fuhwaaak!

The blood that bloomed like fireworks was the highlight.

Puff!

Na Gak-Roe, who had stepped on the air and landed on the ground, had a face that was as stiff as could be.

Most of the voluminous hem of his robe had become tattered. His body was covered in cuts, and even that was only because he had not pushed the Blood Buddha Great Mind Force to its extreme. If he had, his limbs would have been blown away.

“This bastard…!”

The first surprise attack, and the follow-up blow that pushed him away.

After a fierce but short exchange of blows, from the Red Buddha Palm and Ruthless to the Blood Hand Seal and Ascending Force, Na Gak-Roe realized.

‘If I’m not careful, I’ll die!’

It was a fear of death that he had not felt in a long time.

He never thought that he would feel a threat to his life after just a few exchanges. Na Gak-Roe’s face became serious.

“Just what is this guy’s identity….”

At that moment, a voice echoed in Na Gak-Roe’s head.

‘I am Yeon Ho-Jeong, the twenty-sixth successor of the Four Divine Martial Arts, the current Four Divine Martial Arts Master.’

He thought that he could not understand and did not need to understand the words Four Divine Martial Arts or successor. So he had ignored the other person’s words.

But looking back, the name Yeon Ho-Jeong was not unfamiliar.

“Now that I see… you’re that Yeon Ho-Jeong.”

“Do you know me?”

Na Gak-Roe pursed his lips.

It was a name he could not help but know, even if he did not want to. It was one of the names that his disciple, the current abbot of the Small Thunder Sound Temple, had been repeating until his ears bled.

‘There is a master you must be especially careful of. As you know, Master, the Sword Saint and the Fist God are the pinnacle masters of the Eastern Continent, and their enlightenment has reached the realm of demigods. I do not think you will lose to them, but you should be mindful of them as they are called the strongest in the current era.’

‘Lastly, there is a man named Yeon Ho-Jeong. He is a man that the Three Sects [Three Evil Sects] are grinding their teeth over, and surprisingly, he alone has blocked the Three Sects from advancing into the continent. He is not only skilled in strategy, but he is also said to be a genius blessed by heaven with martial power that has already reached its peak at a young age.’

The Fist God, the Sword Saint.

And the Overlord.

One god, one saint, one king. These three were the most dangerous enemies in the mainland martial world, his disciple had said.

Na Gak-Roe trusted his disciple, who was born with more insight and strategy than martial arts, completely.

But he never thought that one of them would appear here. He especially never imagined that Yeon Ho-Jeong, the youngest of them, would have martial power that was on par with his own.

“So, my disciple was right.”

Thud!

Na Gak-Roe broke a thick, long rosary and held it in his hand.

“You are Yeon Ho-Jeong, you say.”

“It’s an honor. You even know my name.”

“You must have been quite the troublemaker.”

“It’s my job to run around and cause trouble.”

“You bastard!”

Paang!

Na Gak-Roe charged towards Yeon Ho-Jeong.

Yeon Ho-Jeong’s eyes flashed.

‘That’s the footwork from back then.’

The footwork that the Small Thunder Sound Temple master, Blood Monk, had shown him on the way to the Devil’s Forest, the Thunder Sound Heavenly Steps.

But Na Gak-Roe’s Thunder Sound Heavenly Steps had reached a higher level than the Blood Monk’s. It was not a matter of speed, but he was using it much more easily, which was impressive.

He would be able to achieve that speed and stability at any time and in any stance. The opponent was a master who was a level above the Blood Monk.

Thud!

Na Gak-Roe, who had stopped right in front of Yeon Ho-Jeong’s fist, swung his left palm with a stomp.

It was the Blood Hand Seal again. That martial art, also called the Blood Hand Great Palm Technique, had also been used by the Blood Monk, but Na Gak-Roe showed a much richer release of energy.

Kwaang!

As the Blood Hand Seal was released, Yeon Ho-Jeong also gathered his strength with a violent stomp and unleashed the Golden Dragon Crushing Fist.

Kwaaaang!

The two men each retreated about six or seven steps.

Pipipiping!

Even though the shockwave was tremendous, Na Gak-Roe’s follow-up attack was as fast as lightning.

Flying through the rising smoke were thick, large prayer beads.

About sixty prayer beads were fired, covering the front, and their speed was so fast that they could not be followed with the naked eye.

The Coiling Dragon Chain slid out from under Yeon Ho-Jeong’s left wrist.

Chiririring! Kakakakang!!

Na Gak-Roe was not the only one with a unique weapon.

Each prayer bead had the same strength as a divine weapon, but Yeon Ho-Jeong’s Coiling Dragon Chain was a rare weapon whose length could be adjusted according to his inner energy.

He created a temporary shield by circling the iron chain and covering it with Yellow Dragon energy, making it impossible for even the Small Thunder Sound Temple’s divine object, the One Hundred and Eight Blood Power Divine Beads, to penetrate.

Whoooosh!

The deflected Blood Power Divine Beads circled around Na Gak-Roe’s body as if they were alive.

Flash!

Yeon Ho-Jeong, who had retrieved the Coiling Dragon Chain like lightning, threw the Light Dragon Axe.

Na Gak-Roe, who was about to deflect the Light Dragon Axe with the Blood Hand Seal, saw the iron chain that had protruded from under Yeon Ho-Jeong’s left hand piercing into the ground.

Flash! Kwaaang!

The Light Dragon Axe was embedded in the cliff behind Na Gak-Roe, leaving only the handle visible.

Chwarururuk!

At the same time, the Coiling Dragon Chain that had pierced into the ground wrapped around Na Gak-Roe’s ankle.

Yeon Ho-Jeong grabbed the Coiling Dragon Chain with his right hand.

“Come here.”

Chiring!

Na Gak-Roe began to be dragged across the ground by the monstrous power of the Yellow Dragon energy.