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Episode 115: The Final Battle (1)
Wolbong Crater Watchtower
While a fierce battle was taking place below, on the watchtower, the spirits of two men who had ascended to heaven were intertwined, foreshadowing a change in the world.
“How is it? The believers don’t even care who you are anymore. They just want this situation to end quickly. After all, people don’t follow those they can see from the side, but rather those they dare not look up to.”
Yul-Cheon looked at the stage and smiled with satisfaction.
The appearance of the Black Lion creates a variable, but the result does not change.
“You are good at spouting sophistry. Wasn’t it you who created it? How long do you think a flimsy castle built on lies will last?”
“Are you different? Power does not come down and disappear, but rather moves. You who hide behind the mask of the Black Star and incite the believers, and stand here without qualification, are just as sloppy.”
“gibberish!”
“Is there really a need to hide it even after coming all the way here? I already knew that there were more than one or two racehorses they had set up for today. Did you not know that you were also just a puppet?”
“what?”
Mo Yong-hui tilted his head.
A puppet? Did you realize that I was acting as Ma Cheon So’s proxy? That can’t be right.
I guess it means the Heavenly Palace. But you’re talking about it as if it’s someone else’s business. Wasn’t Yal Yu-cheon in league with them?
As he was lost in his thoughts, Yal-Cheon flapped his robe and spread his hands wide to the left and right.
Shhhhhhhhhh!
A huge amount of energy cleared away my distracting thoughts and woke me up to reality.
“Shouldn’t we start the main stage now? You’ve had a hard time getting here. Now… … please become a sacrifice to the demon.”
“Yalyucheon… …!”
Wow!
Light poured down and a ringing sound rang in my ears. In my blurry vision, I saw Yulcheon flying into the sky.
But for a moment, a huge light emanated from his body as if he had become the sun, and soon, Mo Yong-hui’s eyes were filled with only light.
The highest rank in the Ming school hierarchy is the Gwanghui Shingong (光輝神功), a martial art of Yelütian.
He was also the successor to the martial arts of the Liao imperial family, not just the demonic one.
Mo Yong-hui hurriedly covered the light with his windbreaker and took a step back.
but.
“Will the sun be hidden if I close my eyes? Accept it. Your end.”
It was clearly him, standing far away. But the unfamiliar voice sounded as if it was coming from right next to me.
The light grew stronger, and a massive sword struck Murong Hui’s body.
Kwaaang!
Mo Yong-hui, who had broken the railing and was flying away, had a flash of consciousness. If it weren’t for the Heavenly Demon Sword, there would have been a hole made somewhere.
Papa Pot!
He stepped on the falling corn chips and then flew up to the eastern watchtower again.
Yal-Cheon smiled and waved his hand as if telling them to come up quickly.
“Is that a windbreaker made of Cheonjamsa? It’s quite a useful item.”
Although the watchtower is not that narrow, when you see his presence, it feels so narrow that you can’t even put your feet down.
‘It’s faster than anyone I’ve ever seen. And on top of that… … there’s no way to deal with it without breaking through that light.’
It was Mo Yong-hui’s cool judgment. The radiant light made it difficult to see clearly, and the unimaginable speed left no room for defense or counterattack.
“There’s no need to worry about useless things. You’re going to die here anyway.”
“How can you be so conceited just because you have the upper hand by just one move? You are so shallow.”
“Reckless words and actions only reduce the amount of time you can breathe.”
“I have lived and lived, and there comes a day when I share the same views as a magician like you. I will return your favor as you said.”
Kwaaaaaaah!
As soon as Mo Yong-hui finished speaking, a scream echoed from his chest and dark red flames surrounded his body.
Then, Yul-Cheon also stopped laughing and focused his internal energy.
“Is this an imitation of the Heavenly Demonic Art? It’s quite a feat. However, that too is nothing more than an illusion created by our ancestors.”
As Yul-Cheon spread his hands, a huge light once again filled the watchtower.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
It was different from before. The ray of light was burned into blackness before it even reached Mo Yong-hui’s body.
While Yelütian was surprised, Murong Hui’s counterattack began.
Papa pat! Papa pat!
As Mo Yong-hui passed by, the light that touched the black flame shattered like a burst of fireworks.
“Amazing. A flame that surpasses the Shinhwi Shingong… … . Are you saying that there is no such thing as compatibility? No way… … Did you really learn the Cheonma Shingong?”
Yelütian asked an intriguing question, but Murong Hui was in no position to answer.
Even though he was spreading his wings with great force, he was only pouring them into the air, and the true nature of Yelütian could not be captured.
‘My vision is free, but I can’t find the Yalulcheon that has become assimilated into the light. I have to find a way to destroy it. There must be a way. Until then… … .’
bang!
Mo Yonghui stopped his attack and slammed his fist into the ground. The watchtower shattered and the new figure fell down along with the wooden fragments that were shattered below.
First of all, he chose to escape from his realm, which was enveloped in pure white light.
“Do you think you can get out of it?”
However, Yal Yu-cheon’s movements were much faster and more precise than he expected.
Bang! Although Mo Yong-hui felt no pain, the pressure on his abdomen felt like striking an iron bell with a wooden stick.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Chest, waist, head. Each part felt different. My whole body collapsed, and I crashed down to the bottom, breaking the wooden stairs.
‘It’s strong. It’s not just fast, it’s heavy and strong.’
Mo Yonghui dusted himself off and got up. If it weren’t for Jiangshi, his bones would have crumbled to dust long ago.
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Looking up, I see Yalulcheon walking down the scattered pieces of the river.
“You… … are not a living being. Are you a glider? No. There is no way a mere glider could withstand the Shining Power. Who are you…?”
“It’s the same as before. Everyone just keeps repeating the same thing. I’ll tell you one thing. Today, you will definitely lose.”
“Even after all that, you can still say such things. Whatever they’ve created won’t be played around with as they wish.”
The leisure in Yal Yucheon’s eyes disappeared and was filled with murderous intent. Murong Hui quickly calculated with his mouth tightly shut.
‘The flames of the Heavenly Horse consume the light of the bastard. So if you burn all around and restrict his movements… …then he will definitely show an opening.’
Shh …
Once again, light emanated from Yalulcheon’s body and his figure disappeared.
Mo Yong-hui spun quickly like a top in place, pouring crimson energy at the four pillars supporting the watchtower.
Kwakwakwang! Woorurung!
The watchtower begins to completely crumble. Dust rises and debris rains down.
‘He can’t get out. We have to decide the outcome inside here.’
Murong Hui stopped moving so that Yeluchun could not refuse, and opened a small gap in the heart that was covered by his left hand. Then, he poured all his dark energy towards the watchtower that was falling apart into pieces.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The debris that had been falling like a heavy rain burst into flames, and the lightning of Yelütian’s sword struck Murong Hui’s chest from above his head.
Kwaang!
Mo Yong-hui fell to his knees, and a large hole was carved into his chest.
The aftershocks of the earthquake did not stop, carving patterns into the ground as if an earthquake had struck.
Hwaaaaak!
Soon, dust rose up like a fountain and covered Mo Yong-hui’s new figure. From the left, there was a pop! The sound of light burning down was scattered.
‘There it is!’
Instead of dying, Mo Yong-hui’s eyes flashed fiercely, and he unleashed a storm-like blast toward the source of the sound.
Kwaaaaang!
Thud, thud.
As the remnants of the fireworks scattered like snowflakes and the dust settled, the battle situation was revealed.
On the floor, Mo Yong-hui was lying on the debris, seemingly exhausted from his efforts, and in front of him, Yeol-cheon was looking down at him with indifferent eyes.
“It was a good attempt, but giving up bones for flesh? How reckless.”
Judging from the burn mark on the right side of Yal Yu-cheon’s chest, he also did not look healthy.
But compared to Mo Yong-hui, who had his heart pierced and his legs twisted, it was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
It was a moment when victory or defeat was clearly decided.
“You’re still alive even with your chest pierced? You’ve surprised me many times. How is that possible without a pulse? But even after your head is gone, is that possible?”
Yul-Cheon slowly approached and lifted his foot over Murong Hui’s head. It was a crisis. The reason why Cheonma Jiangshi was alive and breathing was because his spirit was trapped in the upper hall.
Once that foot was off, crossing the underworld was the next step.
But at that moment, the corners of Mo Yong-hui’s mouth went up and a bitter laugh escaped.
“Kuuuuuu… … . Didn’t I tell you? You’re definitely going to lose.”
“You still lie in the face of death.”
“That’s what I’m trying to say. Look over there. Can you be so calm after seeing this?”
At Mo Yonghui’s words, Yelütian stepped forward and turned his head to the side.
And gradually his pupils began to dilate.
His own iron cavalry was collapsing under the weight of a man. A huge, hot flame, incomparable to the black flames in front of him, was scattered throughout the world.
The ridiculous mask burned away and his true form was engraved into his transparent eyes.
“Young cult leader… …?”
The leader of the small sect, Ma Cheon So. An existence that could never exist, should never exist, and was not even calculated for has appeared.
“Could it be… … . The real opponent that Cheongung had prepared for me… … was that him? Then you… … were the ones who made me turn away from Somyeonggung all this time?! This… … bastard… … !”
Yul-Cheon’s anger bursts forth like light.
And then Ma Cheon So approaches him.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The ray of light disappeared in vain before it could even reach within ten paces of the Macheonso.
Thud, thud.
He stopped in his tracks and looked at Mo Yong-hui with the corners of his mouth raised.
“What the heck is that?”
“Ugh. Why didn’t you come sooner? I almost closed my eyes.”
“Just bear with it for a little longer. I’ll give you a physical education class when I get back.”
“It’s not an elixir, and magic is not good for the body.”
“This is a better medicine than Daehwandan for you. Now, rest. I’ll take care of things here.”
“It’s nice to hear that.”
Yul-Cheon silently watched the conversation between the two people in an incomprehensible situation.
A great sense of emptiness caused my thoughts to stop.
Soon, Mo Yong-hui took off his sacred mask. Then, the blood-covered robe that had been covering him disappeared, and in its place was skin as hard as stone.
Whee. The mask, which had been thrown away without any strength, fell into Ma Cheon-so’s hands.
“Hyeolmu Palace Lady Yal-Cheon. Since you attempted to kill me, the leader of the sect, I will skip over respect. Your crimes are too numerous to list, so just… … .”
Ma Cheon-so slowly brought the sacred mask to his face. At the same time, his gaze turned to Yelul-cheon.
“Let’s end it here.”
His irresistible judgment was handed down with the aura of the absolute being engulfed in magic.
Kwaaaaaaah!
The roar of the devil filled the crater lake.