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Chapter 199 : Chapter 199
Chapter 199 - Biyoung-God
Over ten years ago.
Gwangyo had witnessed a similar technique.
It was when the World's Fastest Sword killed Akhwaja, the right-hand man of the Heavenly Demon.
‘It was definitely this feeling back then…!’
Akhwaja was one of the Seven Evils under the Demon, said to be the strongest among the Heavenly Demon's subordinates.
The skills of the Seven Evils under the Demon were on par with the Ten Great Masters of Jianghu that the Murim Alliance boasted of, and countless lives of the orthodox sects had been lost at their hands.
Gwangyo had also been on the verge of death after encountering Akhwaja, but he had escaped harm thanks to the World's Fastest Sword.
KWWAAAAA!
What he witnessed then was Soul-Stealing without Awareness.
No.
The expression ‘witnessed’ is a bit embarrassing.
Because even though his eyes were wide open, he had missed the World's Fastest Sword's blade.
Thud.
It seemed Akhwaja’s situation was no different from Gwangyo’s.
Even as his severed head was rolling on the ground, Akhwaja’s eyes were still looking forward.
He had not perceived the World's Fastest Sword's strike until the moment he died.
Gwangyo felt a sense of fear looking at Akhwaja’s eyes, full of fighting spirit.
The object of his fear was not Akhwaja, but the World's Fastest Sword.
How fast and powerful must a sword technique be for a dead person's expression to be like this?
It was a good thing he was a friend; if he had been an enemy, he would have been as terrifying as the Heavenly Demon.
“To think I would see that insane swordsmanship… here again.”
A hot emotion surged within Gwangyo’s chest.
To think he would see a trace of his dead friend in that young swordsman.
The ultimate secret of the Diancang Sect, which he thought he would never see again after the sect's destruction, had finally been revived here.
“Jin Hwi…!”
“He was hit…”
“……!!!”
It was a rare sight.
The tens of thousands of people gathered at the scene all had their mouths agape and their eyes popping out.
The situation was no different for the sect leaders sitting in the seats of honor.
Although they didn't express it out loud, they all harbored the same thought.
‘The sword of Diancang has returned.’
Soul-Stealing without Awareness.
How could they forget the fame of that technique?
The unparalleled technique of the martial world that had cracked the Heavenly Demon's Body Protecting Aura.
The sect leaders each tried to think of a swordsman in their sect who could face Soul-Stealing without Awareness.
‘Is there… anyone?’
It had now become meaningless to discuss Biyoung's position as a later-generation disciple.
Biyoung's skill was threatening enough in the present to be compared to the peak masters of each sect.
“……”
Jin Hwi stood with a dazed expression, having even forgotten to chant the Buddhist phrase.
But who could throw a stone at Jin Hwi?
The swift quick sword that was invisible to everyone's eyes.
It was like a kind of natural disaster.
“There is one thing… I want to ask.”
After a long time, what came out of Jin Hwi’s mouth was a question for Biyoung.
“Speak.”
“I felt that Young Hero Biyoung seemed to have absorbed the Supreme Grand Divine Energy.”
“You have a good eye.”
At Biyoung’s answer, Jin Hwi’s body trembled slightly.
At the same time, he shook his head as if he couldn't understand it at all.
“The Supreme Divine Art that I have learned is a martial art that can only be used when the purity of one’s internal energy is close to infinite. I could understand if it were the other great masters of Shaolin, but how could a young hero…”
“Sigh.”
Biyoung suddenly sighed while listening to Jin Hwi’s words.
“Hey, monk. Listen carefully. That kind of arrogance is the biggest problem with you Shaolin folks.”
“…Why do you say that?”
“It's all revealed in what you just said. Is pure internal energy only possible in Shaolin? Is it something only your great predecessor monks can cultivate?”
A stir arose in Jin Hwi’s pupils.
“Does purity only come from cultivating internal energy on the beautiful and clear-watered Mount Song? What's important is the martial artist's mindset towards their martial art.”
“A martial artist’s mindset…”
If the descendants of Diancang gathered over there had heard this conversation, they might have exploded with frustration.
A guy who beats his senior brothers like a dog on a hot summer day is talking about a martial artist’s mindset?
But Biyoung’s statement pushed Jin Hwi’s mind into a turbulent state.
‘I see. The idea that only Shaolin's internal energy can pursue purity is nothing but stubbornness.’
Only then could Jin Hwi understand the ‘arrogance’ Biyoung had spoken of.
It was a subconscious assumption that Jin Hwi himself could not have realized.
The arrogance that only Shaolin could learn the purest internal energy cultivation method.
Even in a marketplace where filth flows, one can cultivate clear internal energy if one's heart is upright.
Wasn't that the teaching of the Buddha?
Grin.
Jin Hwi suddenly smiled brightly.
In this situation where Biyoung’s blade was touching his body, Jin Hwi was seized by a feeling as if he had attained enlightenment.
“Instead of taking the victory, the young hero has given me enlightenment.”
After saying that, Jin Hwi turned his back and assumed a half-palm stance.
The Supreme Energy that had been surrounding him had already been broken by Soul-Stealing without Awareness.
Realizing that Jin Hwi no longer had any fighting spirit, the judge shouted loudly with a trembling voice.
“The winner of the martial arts tournament is Young Hero Biyoung of the Diancang Sect!”
“Wooooooooooooooooooooow!”
The crowd, who had been watching the scene as if they were entranced, finally burst into a thunderous roar.
Although they hadn't understood all of the two's exchanges, the situation seemed clear just by seeing the blood flowing from Jin Hwi’s neck and the tip of Biyoung’s sword touching Jin Hwi’s back.
“Hah…”
The abbot of Shaolin.
Deokdam still had a round face.
But if someone had a good eye, they would have been able to detect the slight twitch in his temples.
‘To think he could even use the Supreme Energy…’
Shaolin’s prized Supreme Divine Art was a hellish martial art for evil people, but it had no special effect against good people.
Because it was a martial art designed from the beginning to annihilate impure internal energy.
That was why it was meaningless for the great masters of Shaolin to spar with each other using the Supreme Energy.
However.
That was because it was Shaolin.
For a swordsman from another sect to not only stand against the Supreme Energy but even absorb its energy was a first-time experience even for the abbot, Deokdam.
‘He was definitely unleashing the Shooting Rotation Reversing Shift up to that point…’
Teaching Biyoung’s technique to Jin Hwi had become meaningless.
Hadn't the result been completely different from the Shooting Rotation Reversing Shift he had used to block Siban’s blood?
In the end, Deokdam’s advice had been in vain.
Deokdam’s gaze turns to the winner of the martial arts tournament.
Coincidentally, he was also looking at Deokdam himself.
‘…?’
A cryptic smile is seen on Biyoung’s lips.
It was neither the sense of achievement of a winner, nor the anticipation for the spirit pill he would soon obtain.
It was a provocation.
A provocation against Deokdam himself, who had deliberately not acted until Biyoung used the Shooting Rotation Reversing Shift against Siban.
Deokdam’s pupils trembled violently.
‘Don't tell me… did he deliberately show me the Shooting Rotation Reversing Shift?’
Calculating that he would even tell Jin Hwi about it?
When his thoughts reached that point, a single expression appeared on the face of Great Master Nanbyeol Deokdam.
Deokdam’s dazed expression was clearly visible in Biyoung’s sight.
‘Now his true colors are showing a little. What a cunning old man.’
Seeing Deokdam’s expression, Biyoung savored a thrilling sensation as if he had drunk carbonated water.
The martial arts tournament led by the Nine Sects One Union.
Here, Biyoung had restored the honor of Diancang.
It was an event that happened more than ten years after the sect had been destroyed.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
“He finally did it! Young Hero Biyoung has won!”
“To think a later-generation disciple who could defeat the Supreme Divine Art would appear in the world…!!”
“Soon the name of the Jade Face Quick Sword will spread throughout the entire martial world!”
“Young Hero Biyoung! He is a god!”
“Biyoung-God! Biyoung-God! Biyoung-God! Biyoung-God!”
The crowd chants his name in unison.
Biyoung-God.
Biyoung-God.
Biyoung’s expression, which had been waving his hand with a satisfied face, begins to subtly harden.
Somehow… the nuance… is a little irritating.
“Biyoung-God! Biyoung-God! Biyoung-God!”
“Stop it, you ba…”
Just as Biyoung was about to say something to the crowd, a group of people appeared and threw themselves at him.
“Biyoung, you bastaaaaaaaaaard!”
“I knew you could do it!!”
“Congratulations, junior brother!!”
“That was awesome.”
“You damn brat!! Take it all!! Hehaha!!”
The later-generation disciples of the Diancang Sect mixed with Biyoung and rolled on the floor of the martial arts arena.
Following them, Namgung Chu and Gwangyo also joined in and pressed down on Biyoung’s body.
“You guys are heavy!!”
“Hehahahahaha!!”
The clear blue sky came into the view of Biyoung, who was lying down and scowling.
The clouds floating here and there resembled someone’s beard.
Biyoung drew the faces of people, one by one, using the sky and clouds as a canvas.
Biyoung’s emotions, which had been indifferent even at the declaration of his victory, finally began to grow hot.
‘This should be enough to earn a word of praise, right?’
Biyoung greeted the people he drew on the canvas in his mind.
Tell me I did a good job.
Sect Leader.
And, my senior brothers who died with me.
***
“I thought it was meaningful just to see the Supreme Grand Divine Energy, but to think I would see it being applied.”
The successor of the Sichuan Tang Clan, Tang Gogwi, smiled bitterly.
The final stage had caused quite a stir in Tang Gogwi’s heart.
He could once again realize what kind of monster he had fought in the quarterfinals.
It wasn't just Biyoung who had set his heart on fire.
Jin Hwi of Shaolin, who used the Supreme Divine Art, was also by no means below him.
Since the martial art itself was for exterminating evil, poison skills would not work either.
“I was indeed a frog in a well.”
Tang Gogwi had no choice but to admit what Biyoung had said.
“Haha! Why are you so down, Young Master Tang?”
“Young Master Chu?”
Namgung Chu, who had approached him at some point, whispered in Tang Gogwi’s ear.
“I was thinking of giving a general review of this final match. How about you listen to my story?”
Normally, just looking at this ugly chatterbox’s face would have been torture.
But at the word ‘final’, Tang Gogwi took a step back.
“Speak from over there.”
But Namgung Chu did not move an inch and chattered on.
“The common people know the Shooting Rotation Reversing Shift as a simple counterattack, but the truth is different.”
“Different?”
“You don’t need internal energy to use the Shooting Rotation Reversing Shift. Because you use the opponent's energy.”
Using the opponent's energy.
It was easy to say, but it was an absurdly difficult technique.
Besides, what was the energy that Biyoung had just absorbed?
Wasn't it the Supreme Energy that was said to fade away if the internal energy was even slightly impure?
“So, you’re saying that Jin Hwi was attacked in reverse by the Supreme Grand Divine Energy he himself had launched?”
“That's right. Surprisingly, Young Hero Biyoung not only absorbed the energy of the Supreme Grand Divine Energy but also changed its properties to use it as fuel for Soul-Stealing without Awareness. He's truly a crazy bastard.”
An unwavering Dantian and a profound understanding of internal energy.
It was a technique that one couldn't even dare to attempt without both of those things.
“Soul-Stealing without Awareness. Do you know anything about that technique?”
“Unfortunately, I have no way of explaining that one. I have to see something to talk about it.”
Namgung Chu grinned and put his arm around Tang Gogwi’s shoulder.
“But what's certain is that now that that thing is in Young Hero Biyoung’s hands, he'll become an even crazier bastard.”
Namgung Chu raised his finger and pointed in one direction.
On the stage of the martial arts tournament, which had now turned into an award ceremony, Biyoung held ‘that thing’ that Namgung Chu had mentioned in his hand.
The Great Buddha Gold Pill.
It was a spirit pill made by the Nine Sects One Union by jointly investing a large sum of money.
Gulp.
Tang Gogwi swallowed his saliva without realizing it.
He already felt like a monster, so how much stronger would he become?
The Great Buddha Gold Pill, which would make even the great Hyeokri Chong's name seem pale, was in Biyoung’s hands.