The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend
Mu-jin crushed the head of the Magyo disciple blocking his path and then charged towards the man emitting black wind.
“Stop the one using lightning!”
In the midst of this, he issued telepathic instructions to Mu-gung and Mu-yul.
Facing one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Magyo was no easy task, but he calculated that with Mu-gung and Mu-yul together, they could buy some time.
Utilizing Fast Ascent Step and Golden Turtle Technique to the extreme, Mu-jin smashed through the Magyo disciples obstructing his way, finally closing in on Heukpung-wang.
Whir!
At that moment, a black wind shot out from Heukpung-wang’s sword, flying towards Mu-jin.
When Mu-jin swung his right arm, covered in Golden Turtle Technique, to deflect the wind, an unpleasant sound like being ground by a saw burst out.
This was due to the characteristic of Heuksa Pungma Sword used by Heukpung-wang.Unlike a typical sword energy that cuts cleanly, his sword energy, made of wind, shredded like a saw blade.
Moreover, the demonic energy inherent in the demonic arts meant that if one was cut by this wind, the energy spread like poison, often hindering internal energy manipulation.
However, seeing Mu-jin unaffected after deflecting the black wind with his bare hands, Heukpung-wang’s expression turned peculiar.
“Heh. Judging by that golden aura and the Shaolin robes, you must be the famous Shaolin Dragon.”
“And you, who spews creepy wind, must be the fool Heukpung-wang.”
Heukpung-wang’s forehead veins bulged at Mu-jin’s provocation, despite his attempt to remain composed.
“You… you brat! The fear of the Jianghu…”
Heukpung-wang, flustered, began to speak, but Mu-jin had no intention of leisurely chatting with him.
Boom!
Mu-jin abruptly charged, breaking the ground, and Heukpung-wang quickly shut his mouth, wildly swinging his sword.
Ka-rar-rar-rak!
The sound of saw blades clashing rang out as Heukpung-wang’s wind met Mu-jin’s Golden Turtle Technique, but Mu-jin pressed forward undeterred.
“This madman!?”
Seeing Mu-jin rapidly closing the distance, Heukpung-wang, in a panic, tried to use his lightness skill to gain distance.
“Move aside!”
In a battlefield where hundreds clashed, moving freely wasn’t easy.
Unless one was like Mu-jin, who could smash everything with brute strength and defensive techniques.
* * *
Cheong Nae-wang, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Magyo, split a disciple of the orthodox sect blocking his way and sighed inwardly.
He hadn’t become one of the Four Heavenly Kings to deal with trembling rookies, who, besides lacking skill, were paralyzed with fear in real combat.
However, it wasn’t just anger at facing rookies that irked him as a martial artist who revered martial prowess.
From the start, this mission felt odd.
Disguising as demons in the Chaidamu Basin to draw attention and leave traces of demonic arts, but not directly attacking the Kunlun Sect, instead preparing an ambush on the path to Kunlun?
Strategically, it seemed like a ludicrous directive.
How could they predict when reinforcements from the orthodox sects would arrive, and what guarantee was there that they would head to Kunlun instead of the Chaidamu Basin?
Nevertheless, as a warrior of the Heavenly Demon Cult, he adhered to the orders from his superiors without question.
Surprisingly, disciples from the orthodox sects did show up.
Although their concealment was compromised right before the ambush, Cheong Nae-wang didn’t mind.
Neither did his subordinates, who fought valiantly, as if they were not afraid to die today.
Cheong Nae-wang felt regretful.
His well-trained subordinates were not meant to ambush mere rookies.
They were talents meant to fight at the forefront of war against the orthodox sects.
“Tsk.”
Cheong Nae-wang clicked his tongue, cutting down another disciple, then looked towards the rear.
“Still so despicable.”
There, his fellow mission leader, Heukpung-wang, wielded his sword.
Unlike him, Heukpung-wang was in a safe position at the rear, protected by his subordinates.
Though their skills were comparable, Heukpung-wang’s personality and fighting style were not fit for the Magyo’s law.
As Cheong Nae-wang swallowed his resentment towards Heukpung-wang, a massive flame shot towards him.
Boom!
Unperturbed, Cheong Nae-wang swung his sword, easily slicing through the fiery energy.
“!!”
From behind the dissipated flames emerged a young monk and a monkey.
The large fiery energy had been a cover to conceal their approach.
Quickly retreating, Cheong Nae-wang raised his sword energy, creating a barrier of blue lightning.
Bang!!
The young monk and the monkey, who struck Cheong Nae-wang’s lightning barrier, grimaced.
“Ugh! It’s too tingly, Mu-gung Sa-hyung!”
“Ooh-ooh! Ooh-ooh-ooh!!”
At their cries, the stern-looking monk who had initially shot the fiery energy spoke.
“Direct contact with lightning is dangerous, Mu-yul Sa-jae! Fight while dodging!”
“Got it!!”
From their names and martial arts, Cheong Nae-wang discerned their identities.
“You must be Mu-gung and Mu-yul of the Shaolin.”
A smile inexplicably crept across Cheong Nae-wang’s lips as he spoke.
After facing only weak opponents, he finally had worthy challengers.
The skills of the two famous disciples were impressive.
Mu-gung’s Buddhahood Palm Technique matched his Qinggang Lightning Demon Blade without being overwhelmed.
“Hyaah!”
“Ooh-ooh!”
The peculiar movements of Mu-yul and the monkey, which sneaked in with surprise attacks whenever the Buddhahood Palm Technique clashed, were quite intricate.
During the combined attack of these three, Cheong Nae-wang easily grasped their intent.
‘They intend to deal with the leader first.’
In warfare, targeting the enemy commander first was basic strategy.
“Good!”
Cheong Nae-wang, thrilled to face strong opponents, let out a spirited shout, swinging his sword wildly, causing a thunderous lightning to spread.
Momentarily pushing back Mu-gung, Mu-yul, and the monkey, Cheong Nae-wang scanned the battlefield.
‘As expected.’
Just as he thought, Heukpung-wang, who had been there moments before, was also being pursued by a Shaolin monk wrapped in golden energy.
‘That must be the famous Shaolin Dragon.’
It seemed the Shaolin monks had stepped forward to deal with the commanders.
Despite realizing the enemy’s intent, Cheong Nae-wang remained indifferent.
The Shaolin monks had miscalculated.
Believing that beheading the commanders would easily sway the battle? Such a notion did not apply to the Magyo disciples.
The disciples of the Demonic Sect did not retreat or lose morale just because a commander had died.
Of course, the reduction in the number of masters could pose quite a problem.
‘Serves you right.’
The Cheong Nae-wang had no intention of helping the Heukpung-wang.
It wasn’t just due to his hatred for the Heukpung-wang.
“Take this!”
“Eek!”
The Cheong Nae-wang had no time to assist the Heukpung-wang as he was preoccupied with fighting Mu-gung, Mu-yul, and a monkey charging at him once again.
‘You’re making obvious and pathetic moves, Heukpung-wang.’
He knew that the Heukpung-wang being chased by the Shaolin Dragon was a trap.
* * *
After several attempts of breaking through the surrounding subordinates, Mu-jin finally succeeded in reducing the distance to within one jang of the Heukpung-wang.
Although the Heukpung-wang seemed startled by Mu-jin who had finally approached him.
He smirked.
The startled expression quickly turned into a sneer, and he abruptly stabbed his sword into the ground.
He was feigning retreat while gathering his internal energy.
To unleash the final move of the Black Death Wind Sword, the Black Dragon Ascension.
And at this close range, there was no way his opponent could avoid it.
The moment the Heukpung-wang stabbed his sword into the ground, the immense internal energy he had gathered erupted through the sword tip.
The immense energy spread out, bursting through the ground around the Heukpung-wang.
The Black Death Wind Sword’s unique technique, the dragon-shaped wind of black energy, engulfed the area.
Naturally, the disciples of the Demonic Sect around the Heukpung-wang were also caught in the technique, their bodies being torn to shreds.
“Hehehehe.”
Mu-jin, who had been charging at the Heukpung-wang, was also swept up in the fierce wind.
“Why the hell are you laughing?”
“!?”
The Heukpung-wang, who had been confident Mu-jin was defeated, was left speechless when Mu-jin tore through the black dragon-shaped wind and appeared before him.
Snap.
Before the Heukpung-wang could react, Mu-jin’s arm, which had pierced through the wind, grabbed his neck.
Crack.
A horrid noise, one that should not come from a human body, started emanating from the Heukpung-wang’s neck held by Mu-jin.
The Heukpung-wang tried to resist by channeling all his remaining internal energy to his core, but it was impossible to break free from Mu-jin’s grip.
Snap.
Mu-jin twisted the Heukpung-wang’s neck at an unnatural angle, throwing his corpse to the ground and spitting phlegm.
“Damn it.”
Rushing through the dragon-shaped wind had left him in a sorry state.
Even though he had employed the Golden Turtle Technique, it was impossible to block all of the massive whirlwind’s energy.
His clothes were tattered, barely covering him, and blood oozed from various parts of his body.
“It hurts like hell.”
However, the injuries were merely scratches. It felt like his body had scraped along the ground after falling.
Mu-jin could have dealt with the Heukpung-wang slowly and carefully, but he had chosen to rush through the dragon-shaped wind knowing full well the consequences.
Zzzzt.
Mu-jin tore apart his now ragged robe, using it to cover only the essential areas, and leaped forward.
The reason for killing the Heukpung-wang in such a hurry was not solely because he was the leader.
Mu-jin knew that to the fanatics of the Demonic Sect, the presence or absence of a commander didn’t matter much.
From a strategic standpoint, lacking a commander could be problematic, but it was meaningless in terms of morale.
“Kill them all!”
“The world will bow before the Heavenly Demon!”
Even with the Heukpung-wang dead, the Demonic Sect disciples continued to charge with frenzied eyes.
While strategic movements would slow, this didn’t help the Four Divine Units much.
The Four Divine Units were a group assembled from various sects and had been formed less than ten days ago, so their collective fighting ability was disorganized at best.
“Block them!”
“We can’t die here!”
Some of the latter-stage disciples of the Four Divine Units were shouting in terror at the relentless attacks of the Demonic Sect disciples, but Mu-jin ignored them and headed towards where Mu-gung and Mu-yul were fighting.
Finding them in the chaos was not difficult.
Boom!
He just had to follow the sound of continuous thunderous blows.
Mu-jin found the Cheong Nae-wang fighting Mu-gung and Mu-yul, and charged towards him.
“Cheong Nae-wang!!”
The Cheong Nae-wang blocked Mu-jin’s fist with a large sword enveloped in blue lightning.
Bang!!
After forcing the Cheong Nae-wang back with their initial clash, Mu-jin turned to Mu-gung and Mu-yul.
“I’ll handle this one now. You two go help the others!”
It was a strange command.
The three of them working together would make it easier to defeat the Cheong Nae-wang.
However, killing the leader wouldn’t stop the fanatics.
The only way to stop the fanatics was through superior orders.
– Isn’t it time for you to retreat?
But the Cheong Nae-wang didn’t respond to Mu-jin’s internal voice transmission and continued to swing his sword at Mu-jin.
Boom!
The blue lightning from his sword created a thunderous sound, but Mu-jin neutralized it with his own fist.
– You know that if you and your subordinates die here, it will be exactly what the Left and Right Envoys want, right?
Finally, the Cheong Nae-wang responded to Mu-jin’s internal voice transmission.
– Are you really planning to play into the hands of the Left and Right Envoys?
– How do you know about that?
Mu-jin had a simple reason for sending these internal messages to the Cheong Nae-wang.
In the latter part of the first volume of ‘The Return of the Heavenly Demon,’ the Cheong Nae-wang cooperates with Ou-yang Pae’s rebellion.
But he couldn’t use the novel as an excuse. There was no way that such a story would work against an enemy.
– I met Ou-yang Pae in the Southern Barbarians.
Mu-jin had no qualms about selling out Ou-yang Pae.
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