Chronicles of the Reincarnated Demon God Chapter 20
Evil Spirit Battle Cannon
Tang Woon-hwi had to abruptly stop pressing Tang Gyujin and, startled, roll desperately on the ground.
"What on earth is going on…!"
The guy who had been listening perfectly just moments ago suddenly bared his teeth at him, so of course he was shocked.
And this was a creature that had been cherished in the Black Bone Valley, making it even more so.
Demonic Binding Sword Technique
He swung his sword strikes desperately to push Gujo back.
However, there was not a trace of murderous intent in them.
Since Gujo’s value was what it was, it seemed like he was trying at least to restrain him… but the problem was that guy was in a real hurry too, right?
Gujo recklessly charged with his body, trampling every sword gust.
Then, in one motion, he bit down on Tang Woon-hwi’s left shoulder.
"Arghhhh! You insane beast!!"
Tang Woon-hwi, in pain as his entire left arm was torn, finally put genuine murderous intent into his sword strike.
The slicing wind whipped violently, slashing Gujo.
Shraaak! Shraaak! Shraaaak!
But Gujo, completely unfazed by the pain of his torn wings, once again succeeded in ramming his forehead into Tang Woon-hwi’s chest.
It was a complete mud fight.
「This is a total mess!」
「Gujo must be just as desperate. What good would it do to fall out of the Demon King’s favor?」
In the end, Tang Woon-hwi’s flurries of sword strikes and Gujo’s ferocious body assault turned into a chaotic brawl where it wouldn’t have been surprising if either of them died on the spot.
"I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but if it’s like this, I have to get involved too!"
Tang Gyujin, having regained his focus, charged in again, sweeping Tang Woon-hwi’s lower body.
Heaven and Earth One Chronicle Technique
Exorcising Wave of Turbulence
As if the waves never ceased, the sword energy filled the air, sweeping away all of the Demon Mist.
From the start, the Heaven and Earth One Chronicle Technique that Tang Gyujin had mastered had the power to repel special forces—it was the exact counter to the Demon Mist.
"This crazy woman, seriously!!"
"Heeheehee! Crazy woman, you say! In this world, where else would a woman like me hear such words? That’s a wonderful compliment!"
"So let’s quietly finish the conversation we were having just now. My mother sent me, you know? Then I’m on our side, right? It’s fine if a limb or two gets cut off, isn’t it?"
"Which should I cut? Arm? Leg? Or… the neck?"
And there she was, covered in blood, smiling proudly!
「It seems the young lady of the sect has quite the… fierce nature.」
「We should be extra careful not to get caught ourselves.」
「How on earth… did she manage to handle the duel?」
Ugh, this won’t do. From now on, I’ll have to make a very good impression on our young lady. Otherwise, I’d likely end up torn apart piece by piece.
Even I, being on our side, felt this way—so how must Tang Woon-hwi, busy fending off Gujo, feel?
"Don’t, don’t come! I said don’t come, you crazy woman!!"
Naturally, as Tang Gyujin’s Cheonggang Sword steadily approached, he was turning pale by the second.
Even if he tried to use the Demon Mist or ghosts to create distance, such provocations only seemed to amuse her more.
"This humiliation… I will, I will repay it no matter what!!”
In the end, Tang Woon-hwi could no longer withstand the pressure from Gujo and Tang Gyujin, and pulled out a strange crystal sphere from his robes.
「That… is a Return Orb?」
「So they had prepared this thoroughly, huh!」
The Return Orb is a one-time magical tool that distorts space to send someone outside the Living Gate of a formation.
It can’t travel very far, but it is still a means to preserve one’s life in a dangerous situation.
Now was the moment. For me, intending to send him out of the manor, it was an opportunity I couldn’t miss.
Tang Woon-hwi, his eyes bloodshot red, smashed the Return Orb.
Tang Gyujin swung his sword in alarm, but Tang Woon-hwi had already vanished along with a blur of light.
Tang Gyujin struck at empty air and bit his teeth tightly.
I needed to interrogate her to find out her true identity and exactly what her relationship with my mother was, but I had missed the clues.
Still, thinking that I had somehow saved my younger sibling, I let out a relieved sigh. Then, as I turned my head backward, I was startled.
「Of course, she wouldn’t be here.」
「Is the real hunt finally beginning now?」
I, who was supposed to be there, had vanished without a trace.
A forest edge not far from the Nine Dragon Branch Manor.
Tang Woon-hwi, Mok Ga-il, was panting heavily as he ran.
Gujo, who had been their means of transport, had been taken by the enemy, and the Brilliant Demon Mist Formation had failed.
And having just used the Return Orb, all he had left were a couple of magical tools.
The problem was that he didn’t know when Tang Gyujin would come looking for him with Gujo in tow.
He had to hurry back to the ancestral hall before this matter became public at the Nine Dragon Branch Manor.
Only then could he silence Woon-hwi and Tang Gyujin.
And he could retrieve Gujo as well.
"Why! Why in the world did it end up like this—"
Snatching Gujo was by no means a simple feat.
It required the skill of someone like the old young sect leader of legend, the Demon King, the eighty-one Holy Law Masters, or someone of equivalent caliber.
Having such a being in the White Battlefield was fatal for the Black Bone Valley, which intended to advance into the Central Plains using Namgung Sanyeong.
"Perhaps another group of defectors intervened. I should inform my master and prepare a counter—"
Mok Ga-il moved a few steps, then came to an abrupt halt.
Beyond the forest edge shrouded in thick darkness, a pair of violet will-o’-the-wisps drifted calmly.
They were gradually taking on the form of an evil spirit.
Although the shape was faint and not fully defined, Mok Ga-il instinctively recognized what it was.
No, it was impossible not to know.
Any member of Black Bone Valley’s Gokwon would grind their teeth at such a being!
"Ah, an Evil Spirit…? But the young sect leader surely died six years ago—"
The Evil Spirit was the original spirit used by the young sect leader, Yeon Woon-hwi, whenever he went into battle.
It was a type of doppelgänger and served as the leader commanding countless lost souls and original spirits!
Today, it remained as a symbol representing the young sect leader within the Divine Sect.
But after Yeon Woon-hwi met his death in the Cheonma Divine Sect, the Evil Spirit was said to have disappeared along with him.
And now it had returned?
There was only one meaning.
—The young sect leader has come back!
A chill ran down the spine.
At that moment, someone slowly walked out from beneath the Evil Spirit.
A face Mok Ga-il also recognized.
"Don’t you think we have a lot to discuss between us?"
Tang Woon-hwi twisted the corner of his lip.
At that moment, Mok Ga-il felt as if Yeon Woon-hwi’s face overlapped with Tang Woon-hwi’s expression from when the young sect leader had smiled.
…The young sect leader is Tang Woon-hwi?
Had he been pretending to be dead all this time?
Was this the legendary revival of the deceased? Or a possession by the dead?
Nothing made any sense at all.
"You seem to recognize who I am. That will make our conversation much easier and better, won’t it? So—"
Woon-hwi stretched his hand toward the sky.
Then the Evil Spirit descended perfectly onto his hand, taking the shape of a very long robe.
Evil Spirit Battle Robe.
A spiritual magical tool materialized by weaving together the threads of resentment that leaked from the Evil Spirit.
The moment it was draped over the body, it not only boasted armor-like protection but also amplified both internal energy and magical power simultaneously.
Woon-hwi wrapped the Evil Spirit Battle Robe over his upper body.
On the long back of the robe, flowing like a blood wind cloak, was a grotesque and terrifying bust of an evil spirit.
The moment the dark blue robe clung to his body, it created the illusion as if darkness itself had wrapped around him.
A chillingly brutal wail echoed.
Demonic energy and malevolent aura swirled like a storm, and poisonous energy coiled around his body like armor.
After six years, the Cheonma appeared in the Central Plains once again.
In this moment, Woon-hwi wanted to face Mok Ga-il not as Tang Woon-hwi, but as the young sect leader of the Cheonma Divine Sect, Yeon Woon-hwi.
If the enemy was indeed connected to Hwa as expected, this place would become the tribunal to judge the guilty!
"Ah, Evil Spirit and the Battle Robe too!? Just who… are you! A young sect leader! There’s no way he could be alive!!"
"First, die, and then we’ll have a leisurely chat. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to come out alone?"
Woon-hwi didn’t bother listening to Mok Ga-il’s reply.
He simply stomped the ground fiercely.
Charging forward, wrapped in malevolent aura and poisonous energy, he looked like a battering ram trying to breach the city gates.
Mok Ga-il hastily raised his last remaining arm to grip his sword.
The leftover Demon Mist gathered on the blade, sharply radiating demonic energy.
The Demon Mist shattered like glass the moment it collided with Woon-hwi.
Woon-hwi had already reached Mok Ga-il’s face, raising his leg in a martial strike.
Demonic Wind Slash Kick
"He’s different from the young sect leader!"
Fighting with martial arts instead of sorcery?
Mok Ga-il swung his sword with all his strength, pushing back Woon-hwi’s strike.
Blood vessels burst, and his eyes were bloodshot red.
"…I was almost fooled. You’re not the young sect leader. Hoo! Right. Of course. There’s no way a dead person could come back to life like that."
Mok Ga-il narrowed his eyes.
The purple glare flowing from Woon-hwi’s eyes was unbearably eerie.
He never imagined Woon-hwi would even imitate the Purple Demon Eyes.
"I don’t know how you got hold of the Evil Spirit Battle Robe… but if you were truly the young sect leader, there’s no way you’d face me with martial arts! You could’ve torn me apart with just a finger!"
Mok Ga-il assumed a riding stance.
"So you wanted to gain glory alone, leaving Tang Gyujin behind… well, it works out! If I catch you here, everything will go smoothly—"
"Ah, blabbering endlessly. Hey! Do you fight with your mouth instead of your fists?”
That fake guy’s skill at getting under someone’s skin seemed almost on par with the real young sect leader.
Mok Ga-il unleashed his internal energy, drawing fully on his innate life force.
Reverse Vein Technique.
A technique that burned one’s life force entirely to elevate their original realm several times over.
With this, he believed he could easily subdue Woon-hwi, no matter what secret trump card he had hidden.
The ghost positioned behind him swelled to its full size, lending him its strength.
Black Bone Twelve Battles
The martial arts of Black Bone Valley had the characteristic of mixing sorcery to enhance their attributes.
Bone Thunder carried destructive lightning energy, capable of shattering Woon-hwi’s martial arts in a single strike.
But Woon-hwi laughed.
If Mok Ga-il had decided to run, he might have been hard to catch, but since he was charging head-on, it was very convenient.
From the start, Woon-hwi had calculated that if he appeared alone, Mok Ga-il wouldn’t run but would try to subdue him anyway.
He extended the edge of his hand.
Mixed with demonic energy and poisonous aura, the Frostwind Slash Form became far tougher and sharper than when he had fought Tang Gyujin.
By itself, it was no different from a finely forged divine sword.
Bone Thunder was severed midway.
Woon-hwi stepped forward decisively, moving inside the radius of the sword.
A perilous situation.
But Woon-hwi didn’t care at all and deployed the Twelve Strikes of the Fierce Tiger.
He relied solely on the destructive power of Gwangpungmu and the defense of the Evil Spirit Battle Robe.
With such a perfect combination of spear and shield, what was there to fear?
Twelve afterimages infused with the wind’s power struck Mok Ga-il’s entire body.
Martial arts and sorcery.
Hundred Strikes and Original Spirit.
Two opposing forces, rarely mixed, interlocked for the first time in a spectacular display.
Twelve Strikes of the Fierce Tiger
Mok Ga-il’s wrist holding the sword snapped, his jaw was shattered, and his head whipped backward.
The poisonous lost soul that pierced the strike point surged through his meridians, consuming his internal energy and finally crushing even his lower dantian.
In the end, along with the last Chapsin Strike Woon-hwi unleashed, Mok Ga-il was violently flung, his heart completely destroyed.
A large hole blew open in his left chest.
Mok Ga-il rolled painfully on the ground for a long time.
He had no strength in his body.
His consciousness kept sinking downward.
He could no longer tell whether the being in front of him was Tang Woon-hwi or Yeon Woon-hwi.
Judging by the spirit that subdued Gujo with a single word and the genuine Evil Spirit Battle Robe, it was definitely Yeon Woon-hwi—but seeing him use martial arts so naturally, it seemed like Tang Woon-hwi.
The Yeon Woon-hwi he knew could never use martial arts.
Yet judging by the poisonous lost souls interspersed within the martial arts and all the various sorcery, it was also consistent with Yeon Woon-hwi.
Yeon Woon-hwi, Tang Woon-hwi, Yeon Woon-hwi, Tang Woon-hwi, Yeon Woon-hwi, Tang Woon-hwi…
As the two names jumbled together, spinning his mind into confusion, Woon-hwi’s shadow gradually loomed above Mok Ga-il’s head.
"You don’t have to overthink it. Yeon Woon-hwi or Tang Woon-hwi, in the end, they’re the same."
Had he somehow read Mok Ga-il’s mind?
His voice was icy to the extreme.
Mok Ga-il forced himself to lift his head.
Beyond the blood-soaked vision, Woon-hwi was looking down at him, laughing like a demon.
In that moment, he realized.
Ah, this person was indeed the young sect leader who died six years ago.
But he was also the Tang Woon-hwi they had been targeting.
The Gok Valley, Namgung—they had touched someone they should never have provoked—
"The thought of tearing all of you apart."
Woon-hwi slammed down on the crown of Mok Ga-il’s head with full force.
Flesh flew in all directions.
Mok Ga-il’s consciousness snapped.
Chronicles of the Reincarnated Demon God