Chapter 527

“Je-gal Lee-hyun’s job is to protect Tang Nan-ah.”

And he’s not complaining.

True, he lacks the skill to face the Supremes head-on.

Besides, the Je-gal bloodline traditionally excels at overseeing battles from a distance, strategically adjusting the formation to their advantage.

(At least, that’s what Je-gal Lee-hyun thinks.)

So, naturally, he figures he should step back, coordinate the overall formation, and seek a more advantageous and perfect victory.

But with that thought, Je-gal Lee-hyun was currently committing a serious dereliction of duty.

Coordination my foot; he was just standing there like a stunned deer.

Je-gal Lee-hyun, with arms as thick as Tang Nan-ah’s waist, was imposing merely by being there as her human shield.

Tang Nan-ah was flitting around like a squirrel in the bushes, bustling about.

So why was Je-gal Lee-hyun dazed?

Well, how could he possibly keep his cool witnessing those valiant moves of the Crescent Moon Sword!

A Moon Sword is basically the most difficult of the difficult.

It can’t function as a weapon if one can’t channel inner strength to support its weight.

What practicality does a weapon that gets exhausted after swinging a couple of times even have?

Thus, only the crème de la crème soldiers, who spend their lives honing martial skills, can wield such a weapon.

And there’s that stunning Iron Hammer!

As an expert in weights, Je-gal Lee-hyun could tell just by the shine that it was made of solid steel—not some cheap plating. With that mass, it must weigh around ten jin!

And judging by the length of that iron pole and blade, it must add up to twenty-five jin—a weapon never before seen in this world.

And here was a woman effortlessly swinging that massive hunk of metal like a twig.

It might say twenty-five jin, but with the weight shifting towards the ends, swinging it would feel much heavier.

The sharp edges of Cheon’s Crescent Moon Sword deflected the opposing blades with a sharp angle.

The overwhelming mass difference of that weapon forced the enemies out of their guarded stances.

Meanwhile, the Iron Hammer split into three parts, leaving the startled foes unable to challenge her, tumbling over in fright.

Could one really show the intricacies of martial arts using that weapon?

Once you pick up that much weight, you can’t help but let the weapon control you.

The reason a big weapon’s movement traces a circle is that you add force by drawing it in a curve, compensating for a lack of strength.

But what about that finesse?

Using a blade means the Iron Hammer is close to your fist, so your body won’t lean; wielding the Hammer makes the blade nearby, preventing instability.

How to perfectly handle such a heavy weapon with pure force is common knowledge but nearly impossible to execute!

This is truly the quintessence of human strength that transcends all limits! How much force does that take?

She even leaps with it!

With a graceful swoop, Cheon used the Crescent Moon Sword to smack down on a martial artist’s shoulder.

The shoulder exploded under the hit, sending the arm rolling on the ground.

How can one achieve such results with a blunt strike? Amazing! Sister, you’re magnificent! I’m truly moved; today I saw a new world.

You can’t explain that using inner strength.

That’s pure, unmitigated human power!

No, that’s strength no human should possess.

How could anyone have such muscles?

Yet, maybe, every person has a different limitation.

Like how Xiang Yu became a legendary figure, perhaps every single person in the world—no, she is surely the most beautiful possessor of power throughout history!

A scene flashed in Je-gal Lee-hyun’s mind.

Back at the training ground.

Someone lifting that two-hundred-fifty-jin weight.

Watching it drop, a pit formed in the ground.

And his sister had hurt her shoulder.

Just like someone overexerting themselves while lifting something heavy.

Je-gal Lee-hyun’s eyes followed Cheon, totally floored.

This was strength that disregarded the laws of man!

This was undoubtedly the most beautiful scene he’d ever witness in his not-so-long life.

Meanwhile, in the Martial World, the martial artist using poison arts received a slight elevation in rank.

In truth, poison is a dangerous yet ambiguous technique in the Martial World.

In Qing’s hometown, if someone gets poisoned, you rush to the hospital and lie in the emergency room. If you take the exact poison or the dead source of the toxin (when it dies, don’t say kill it) with you, then knowing the type of poison significantly increases your survival chances. It’s good to keep that in mind.

Either way, in Qing’s hometown, poison is a terrifying weapon one must endure without medical help, and even the best medicine can’t save you from deadly toxins like the deer antler mushroom or nuclear infrared tea.

That’s why you have to be careful of those deer antlers!

But in this mysterious, pseudo-spiritual world where people float about, what about here?

Once the inner strength level rises a bit, you can guide the poison in your body and delay its effects.

If you wait long enough, you might even be able to fully eliminate it.

A low-level martial artist might gather poison at their fingertips and squeeze it out, while a master seems to burn it away like it’s trash!

As for the amateurs? They’re just as good as dead.

Or they’ll humbly bow, asking, “Uh, excuse me, teacher, do you have an antidote?”

Even a mere martial artist in the realm of transformation can burn away infiltrating poison and be fine, while others can suppress the poison while fighting.

Moreover, poison has a maximum toxicity level.

Just because your level rises doesn’t mean it becomes a stronger poison or a special unique one; it simply doesn’t work that way.

For this reason, the more skilled a martial artist using poison arts becomes, the more their power diminishes.

Nevertheless, the Martial World acknowledges these sneaky poisonists by granting them a bit of respect.

The reason? In battles of numbers, a skilled poison artist can make significant impacts.

Seven revenge-seekers are left, two have already fled, and the rest are nearing death.

The poison is spreading, and to survive, they must quickly eliminate the enemies and sit cross-legged to expel the toxins. That pesky poison girl is retreating slyly, attempting to launch surprise attacks on those busy dealing with the poison.

And it’s not just any poison; it creeps through, stiffening muscles and making it hard to breathe. It’s the kind of poison that’s pain-free, so it’s tough to focus and push that poison out!

That’s why the enemies one by one are collapsing to the ground.

Eventually, only two remain.

The treacherous Cheonhwa-geom and the mysterious Handsome Guy are slowly closing in on them, and the two revenge-seekers exchange glances.

Determined gazes filled with resolve.

As if to say, “Even if we die, we should leave a mark,” the two warriors nod at each other.

And just like that, they prepare their final move together—

In that instant, their thoughts aligned.

Let’s throw that guy and run!

“Get out of the way!” “Can’t you move?”

In an instant, they turned their backs and sprinted away.

Side by side, the two warriors exchanged dumbfounded looks.

‘Wait, you too?’

‘If you run, who’s going to hold those guys back?’

Of course, neither had anyone to hold them back.

But both had the same trust in their minds.

With an audience watching, if they stepped away, the enemies wouldn’t hurl attacks recklessly.

That poison girl, with a bit of distance, would likely aim for the legs; if she misses, she wouldn’t hit the spectators—they’d end up getting buried in the ground.

So first they increased the distance, and once near the crowd, they feared that stray attacks would hit someone.

And it worked!

“Huh?”

Seeing Cheon sprinting away with his back to them.

Ah, wait, if I give up my dignity, I could have fled,

Why didn’t I think of that?

Cheon raised his inner strength, hesitated, and then stepped back to the ground.

With the crowd close, if he threw out a Buddha’s Physical Body and one person dodged, it could lead to civilian casualties.

But since he was poisoned, he wouldn’t get far. Chasing after Cheon seemed like a good excuse to abandon the duel.

Step by step—

“You dare to give commands to the pet, louse of a beast, lover of dogs! Infinite mercy from the Buddha!”

With a bright yell, the left warrior collapsed.

Crimson marks stamped all over his crushed figure.

Truly, the Hand of the kind Buddha— it seems Westland’s Buddha was a bit aggressive.

The right warrior spun in the air, shifted his direction, flying towards the sky.

As Cheon faced the top of his head, he instinctively reached out, and his long fingers halted abruptly on the warrior’s head.

Je-gal Lee-hyun glared, but Cheon’s spatial awareness wasn’t that great, and whether close or not, it was a level so subtle that even Cheon or Cheon Yu-hak wouldn’t have pinpointed it.

Even if he understood, well, probably Je-gal’s pride as a Muscular Man was hurt.

Oblivious, Cheon glanced back, and there was that waddling figure, Pobidon, huffing and puffing.

In fact, squeezing through the crowd to snag the front-row seats meant you weren’t an ordinary person.

Even among martial artists, they were elites, so fleeing was not the wisest of choices.

Two fled, six died, and one was taken down by an onlooker.

But the audience’s reaction was a bit… unusual.

Um. A great show was on display.

“Is it right to cheer?”

“But it’s four to one? And even the Supremes just had an additional one join him?”

“But they used poison, and, um. Fact is, even if all nine attacked as one, over half would have hit, right? So what does that mean?”

“Um…”

If the audience felt this way, how would the enemies feel?

One against nine, even if Cheonhwa-geom is finished,

No, it’s even better. The time to step up had finally come.

Suddenly, the friend, Representative Ho, jumped in and made a mess of things.

Grimacing, the enemies thought, those guys wouldn’t get away easily.

No, first, they’d take care of Representative Ho!

Then what would Cheonhwa-geom think if her loyal friends died because of her?

“Hey, what’s this? We won, why the gloomy atmosphere? Haha! I knew this would happen. So, what? You used poison, right? If you have a problem, then come at me! The Tang Family does not back down from a challenge!”

—It’s a sad twist of fate, but alas, it had to be that venomous Tang Family girl, how unfortunate.

Enemies shifted their focus back to the Handsome Guy.

“That’s Pang Dae-san from the Pang Family.”

In an instant, the air filled with a chorus of screams from women.

“Oki-rin!” “The Most Beautiful in the World!” “I love you!” “Oki-rin, brother!”

Suddenly, the world pulsed with noise.

“Show us your face!” “Oh my, even hidden, he’s still handsome!” “Ah, I feel faint…”

Yet the chaos showed no signs of stopping.

The enemies frowned at the crowd’s frantic cries, directing their intense gazes at the last remaining giant.

Surely you’re not going to join them, right?

It couldn’t be, could it? If you trained that much and weren’t even a monk, it would mean you’re from a noble family— and they shouldn’t be, should they?

Then, the giant humbly bowed to claim his stance.

“Ah, cough, I realize we haven’t introduced ourselves before this Life and Death Match. I am Je-gal Lee-hyun from the Je-gal Family.”

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