Soon the fierce battle between the two experts occurred. Then not long after the fight started, Jang-hunsu felt a chill forming in his spine, because he was surprised.
“That..that is impossible. It has been only 10 years since the b.a.s.t.a.r.d has escaped form the Shaolin temple. During that period of time, he was able to learn such a domineering mugong….”
At a glance, he could tell that the battle was becoming disadvantageous for him. His opponent was using a short weapon, Hojo. Not many warriors used it, because of its short range. Still his opponent was able to push against him with overwhelming force.
Especially, his sword that was coated with sword qi lost its light, and he had no choice but to confront the truth. To say it again, the opponent’s nae-gong exceeded his own. There was no doubt about it. He was flabbergasted since Jang-hunsu had trained his qigong for 40 years.
“I..I can’t believe this.”
Beside the gap between their naegong, the Hojo technique that the opponent displayed was a very domineering mugong. Once he gained an advantage, his opponent didn’t give him time to breathe. Jang-hunsu couldn’t keep it together when the storm-like attack came towards him.
Chang.
In middle of the life and death road, the Hojo was coming at him in a straight line and Jang-hunsu barely blocked it. However, his sword was stuck between the Hojo’s nails. Jang-hunsu turned pale from fear and he hurriedly tried to take the sword out. However, the opponent had a smile of satisfaction floating on his face…
Amongst the short-ranged weapons, the Hojo is known to be the most antagonistic against swords. Hojo was considered to be a type of foreign weapon with 5 blades that could be mounted on the hand. The best point about the weapon was that it could be wielded smoothly.
The Hojo could break a sword if it was trapped and twisted between the nails. This was why the swordsman was cautious against someone who used this weapon since the olden days.
The problem was, after a certain level, a warrior can raise sword-qi or sword-gang to nullify the advantages of wielding a Hojo. In most cases, the sword infused with a strong qi ruins the Hojo. None of the experts in the Murim used a Hojo, because of this problem. However, an expert that could raise the strong qi into a Hojo had appeared.
Pah-aht.
Out of nowhere the sword was thrown into the air. While having a b.l.o.o.d.y palm, Jang-hunsu mindlessly retreated with a stunned expression. He had pushed in an extreme amount of strong qi into the blade the moment the sword was stuck between the Hojo’s nails. As he had predicted, the opponent strongly twisted his Hojo. Thanks to the strong qi, the sword did not break.
However, the force twisting the sword was above his estimation, so he couldn’t resist against it. His palms were torn, and Jang-hunsu lost his grip on the sword. Jang-hunsu desperately moved his body as he felt his opponent approach him. However, his memory ended there…
Puh-puh-puk.
Accompanying a dull sensation, the flesh around his neck fell away, and Jang-hunsu immediately lost consciousness. His eyes were open wide as if he couldn’t believe what had happened.
“Hoo.”
After exhaling a long breath, Dok-gosong observed Jang-hunsu’s corpse for a moment before he let his body fly. His destination was towards the vicinity where the main key figures of the Moyong family was cl.u.s.tered together.
Accompanying fierce sounds of swords clashing, many warriors lost their lives and their body was strewn everywhere. Of course, most of the body belonged to the Moyong family. The family was besieged by warriors who were attacking them while wearing black clothes with Asura mark on their chest. Most of them were young warriors in the mid to late 20s.
“We, we aren’t enough.”
The head of Moyong family gave out a bone chilling cry. He couldn’t believe that they were pressed this much by the Bae-sect’s warriors. Also, the opponents were green noobs…
The Bae-sect’s Suho-maw.a.n.g-goon(TLN: name of troop under Dok-gosong) came to the Moyong family, so he had no choice to be taken aback by this fact. The Suho-maw.a.n.g-goon was composed of Bae-sect’s geniuses, and they were a power that was worthy enough to be called Bae-sect’s most elite troop. However, it wasn’t a situation where they could just run away, so he evacuated the family’s women and children. Then he sent a message requesting rescue from the Murim-mang.
After a brief time, the battle erupted. There were only 300 Su-ho-maw.a.n.g-goon, but the 700 warriors of the Moyong family wasn’t able to match up against them.
It could be called a one-sided ma.s.sacre. They were barely able to survive as time pa.s.sed on. The hope for victory rose when the Fire Mountain sect arrived as reinforcements. However even with the reinforcements, the situation did not improve…
New Bae-sect warriors were constantly charging through the front gate, so Mo-yongjin guessed that not even the reinforcement from the Fire Mountain sect were able to last.
The standard procedure to grooming a warrior differed greatly between the White Peach sect and Demon sect. The White Peach sect gradually progressed their mugong using sequential methods, and the Demon sect used short-cuts to raise their mu-gong in a short period of time. This was generally the case.
Each path was established via a long verification process by each sect, and the difference was shown clearly by the skill of the warriors.
Generally, the Righteous sect’s lower disciples were noticeably behind in mugong achievements compared to the Demon sect. If they train for the same amount of time, the demon sect warrior’s achievement was significantly better. However, after one reaches a certain level, the situation flips.
Even if the shortcut allows a demon sect warrior to improve by leaps and bound, after a certain level they cannot progress in their mugong. This was the Wall of the Devil or in other words, the limit.
However, the Righteous sect’s disciples were different. Although, their achievement isn’t eye catching, they diligently train for a long time. The Righteous sect’s disciples were able to pa.s.s these walls without much difficulty. To say it again, the Righteous sect had a much higher chance to reach the zenith stage than the Demon sect’s disciples.
The Sa-pa(TLN: evil sect) had superior number of warriors, but after a certain point, the Righteous sect had a considerable edge in the number of Gosu(TLN:it’s a general term for experts). These points were the main reason why a balance was able to be maintained between the White Peach sect and the Demon sect.
The head of the Moyong family was someone who was able to pa.s.s into the peak level. He wasn’t a super expert(TLN:Cho-jul-jung 초절정(超絶頂)), but he was a prominent Gosu, who was close to being a peak expert(TLN:Chue-jul-jung 최절정(最絶頂)). However, he couldn’t deal with 10 Suho-maw.a.n.g-goon even if he was very skilled. It meant the people blocking him had mastered the art of group formation.
“You b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.”
The head of the Moyong family watched countless warriors die in front of him. His eyes burned with fire, and he started swingubg his sword. Strong qi was flowing out of his longsword as he swung at his surrounding. However, the warriors in black, who was surrounding him, blocked the strong qi attacks, and they returned to their original position.
Since he was surrounded, he couldn’t focus his attack on one side so the head of the Moyong family was in a bind. His opponent had come fully prepared to face an expert of his caliber.
“What are their plans?”
Of course, he couldn’t break the siege ring, but at the same time, they also couldn’t attack him. If he were to fight the warriors one on one then the head of the Moyong family had the skills to cut their throats in 5 seconds. However, the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds had no intention of attacking him, and they just maintained their siege formation. While the head of the Moyong family’s ankle was grabbed, the Suho-maw.a.n.g-goon was ruthlessly ma.s.sacring the less talented warriors of the family. This caused the family of the Moyong family to feel urgency in is heart.
“Ku-oo-ook.”
He suddenly heard a familiar scream. When he turned his head, he saw the scene of his nephew Moyong-hyundo losing his life. He almost lost his cool, but he forced his heart to calm. It was inevitable that lives would be lost in a battle. He couldn’t lose his heart’s composure. The Moyong family head knew it would become more dangerous for them if he did.
He turned his head again. The Moyong family head had some s.p.a.ce to relax, but he didn’t dare attack any of the Suho-maw.a.n.g-goon, who was surrounding him. He looked across to his son, Moyong-jin, fighting desperately. Moyong-jin was in a precarious situation, but he was doing well just by hanging on.
“He trained at the Shaolin temple, so he wouldn’t go down easily.”
The head of the Moyong family had to somehow break through the encircling net and retreat. Although he had lost many warriors, the rebuild of the Moyong family was a matter of time if only his son Moyong-jin was safe. For a moment, water brushed by the eyes of the Moyong family head. (TLN: tear welled up for a brief second)
“Son. Please grow up to be an absolute expert and surpa.s.s your father.”
In his eyes, he was endlessly proud of his son. He was someone who had pa.s.sed the difficult Shaolin temple’s inner disciple test without any difficulty. Amongst the disciples with 10 years of training, he was within the top ten, and many envied him. He was a proud of his son who had combined the Hochun-suho-dan(TLN:fict.i.tious martial art name. he combined this martial arts with the one he learned from Shaolin temple) without much difficulty.
He came over to help when he learned that the Suho-maw.a.n.g-goon(TLN: I’ll just shorten it to SWG ) mounted an attack. He was someone who had the ability to look after himself in battle. If he was able to survive then the head of the Moyong family would have no regret.
At that moment, a sudden change happened unexpectedly. Suddenly, the SWG dissolved the encirclement like flowing water.
‘Did these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds lose their minds?’
Before he had the chance to express his surprise, they rushed toward where his son was. They had already sailed across the water. (TLN: it’s an expression, like spilled milk) Right now he wanted to escape after taking a rain check for later.(TLN: flee and fight later.) However, an undersized figure was blocking his path…. (TLN: group broke formation and went toward son. father tried to follow and someone blocked his path)
“Where are you going? Head of the Moyong family.”
“Huh? Who are you?”
The head of the Moyong family was surprised when he saw the small black figure equipped with a dark Hojo. Of course, the Moyong family head knew who his opponent was. He had such a unique appearance that he was able to guess who he was at first glance.
“Dok-gosong. You evil b.a.s.t.a.r.d. You dare attack our family?”
“If you have time to swear then why don’t you take your own life?”
The world’s most depraved person, Dok-gosong, attacked him while grasping his hojo.
He(TLN:Dok-gosong) ran in while emitting a dense fog of murderous intent. It could be seen in one glance that he was a Majin(TLN: Ma-in/devil person/evil person) with fiendishness soaked up to his head.
The head of the Moyong family threw away the thought of settling this on another day, and he threw himself into battle. He somewhat looked down on his opponent, but he also decided that this was a golden opportunity to raise their family’s reputation.
However, the head of the Moyong family understood why the SWG didn’t attack him and only held onto his ankles. He touted himself as having reached the peak stage, but his opponent was able to destroy his attack too easily. Also, he counter attacked and it was like a storm.
The head of the Moyong family was amazed since he couldn’t understand the opponent’s skills. In 10 years, Dok-gosong, who didn’t know the mu character of mu-gong, matured into a supreme expert. Before he knew it, Dok-gosong had already surpa.s.sed him…
“How, how can this be….”
The head of the Moyong family could never dream that the reason why Dok-gosong had this rapid growth in mu-gong was caused by the Emperor’s Blood Demon Art, which was reputed to be the most notorious technique under the heavens.
Emperor’s Blood Demon Art. The Bae-sect sect leader Dong-bang-ryun made this mugong 200 years ago, and only he was the only who had learned this mu-gong until now.
At that time, they were in a b.l.o.o.d.y battle with the Demon sect, who walked the path of demonic cultivation. It was Bae-sect’s darkest and most dangerous moment in history. They had to face off against the Demon sect’s experts, who had formed an especially terrifying Demon art, and they were at the brink of annihilation. The sect leader at the time, Blood Demon Dong-bangryun, made a difficult decision to avert his sect from ruin. He decided to practice a peerless mugong that was pa.s.sed down only in theory.
Although it was theoretically possible, the only downside to this method was it took time to form this mugong. Dong-bangryun finally decided to sacrifice himself to save his sect from ruination. This was how the Emperor’s Blood Demon Art was born.
He secretly kidnapped and sacrificed one thousand virgin boys and girls. He was able to complete the Emperor’s Blood Demon Art in just 1000 days. Each day he would absorb the life blood of the one virgin boy or girl. This was how the cursed mugong was born. This resulted in him using the Emperor’s Blood Demon Art as foundation to save the endangered Bae-sect.
The Bae-sect warriors joined together with Dong-bangryun as the central figure, and they were able to kill all the Demon sect’s elite troop in one breath. At the time, Dong-bangryun was able to kill 10 Demon sect elders by himself. He showed an unbelievable amount of power. Of course, this was the oppressive power of the Emperor’s Blood Demon Art. However, the true danger came afterwards….
After defeating the Demon sect, the Bae-sect was able pave the way to a.s.sert themselves as a powerful sect. However in this process, the busy Dong-bangryun suddenly lost his mind. The reason being the Emperor’s Blood Demon Art’s demonic energy invaded his head.
Afterwards, Dong-bangryun became a Salgi(TLN:mindless killer), who was completely crazy for blood. He could not even recognize his family or his underlings. Dong-bangryun started slaughtering everyone. Numerous Bae-sect warriors ran in to stop him, but no one was able to beat him. Dong-Bangryun, who had converted into a blood demon, killed many warriors and escaped the headquarters. He killed so many men that one couldn’t count the bodies of the dead. In the end, the Bae-sect had no choice but to blink away their tears and reveal the secret regarding Dong-bangryun.
The news spread that Dong-bangryun had sacrificed one thousand girls and boys to grow stronger, and the whole Murim grinded their teeth. Moreover, the escaped Dong-bangryun was continuing to slaughter, and it was inevitable that the kill order was spread all over the Murim.
Whether it was right or wrong, a kill squad was formed. Dong-bangryun met his end while being attacked by countless warriors. However, the cost wasn’t light. Amongst the warriors who had partic.i.p.ated in the kill squad, about half of their numbers were killed by Dong-bangryun’s hands.
After the situation was barely settled, the Bae-sect spread the news that they will destroy the Emperor’s Blood Demon Art, and even if a sect leader learns this mu-gong, there would be no forgiveness. This barely calmed down the Murim… However, there was a tangled secret history regarding the cursed demonic art, Emperor’s Blood Demon Art.
Right now someone who had learned the Emperor’s Blood Demon Art showed up again…
“Ooh-ah-ah-ahk.”
The Moyong family head was barely hanging on. Eventually, he couldn’t take the might of the Emperor’s Blood Demon Art, and he screamed his death throes. The left of his chest, which contained his heart, was completely pierced and blood was fountaining out from the wound. The Moyong family head fell to the floor without any strength as his life was extinguished. At the same time , a despairing sound rang out from the other side.
“Father.”
Moyong-jin was looking for an opportunity to escape, but his eyes started to fill with beams of light. How could a son do nothing when he had witnessed the death of his father? He broke through the encircling net using all his will. The moment the Bae-sect warriors started retreating slowly he didn’t hesitate to let his body fly. The target was the small black figure, who killed his father.
“Die, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d!”
The longsword neared the enemy, while drawing a fancy sword skill. The sword had a bluish light of sword qi soaked into it.
However, the opponent blocked his attack too easily, and he spun his body. Moyongjin’s eyes became large as lamps after he confirmed the man’s face.
“You, you are?”
“It has been a while.”
Dok-gosong stood in place while putting on a cold smile. Moyong-jin couldn’t set his mind straight. Of course, he was one of the person, who knew better than others the ident.i.ty of Dok-gosong.
“How, how can this be?”
“Why? You can’t believe the fact that I’ve become so strong?”
In their minds, each of them thought about the events that happened in their childhood. For Dok-gosong, these events brought up feeling of revenge. Of course, Moyong-jin still couldn’t believe the situation. While Moyong-jin was focused on training in the Shaolin temple, Dok-gosong was a mere laborer who did odd jobs. He was an ugly b.a.s.t.a.r.d who didn’t even know the basics of mu-gong. So how did this guy grow up to become a super expert, who could kill his father in one-on-one battle…
The murderous intent in Dok-gosong’s eyes started to deepen. After forming the Emperor’s Blood Demon Art, he was able to perfectly overcome the Seven Sect’s Beating Gold Technique placed on him by the Shaolin high monk. Nothing happened when he raised his murderous intent. Soon he spoke in an icy tone.
“Should we settle our debt from before?” (TLN: he was one of the boys attacking MC during childhood)
“You dare! I won’t let you get away with it.”
The fuming Moyong-jin attacked without caring about the consequence. He didn’t even measure the opponent’s skill level. The reason being Moyong-jin was profoundly shocked by his father’s death.
Even though, he was an inner disciple of a successful righteous sect, he didn’t reach the level of his father, who had risen to the peak ranks.
The opponent was a super expert, who had overwhelmingly won against the head of the Moyong family. Even if he was filled with rage, he wasn’t a match for Dok-gosong.
Not long after the fight started, Moyong-jin’s life was extinguished and his cold body was lying on the floor.
Su-rook. (TLN: sound of blade coming out of flesh)
Dok-gosong took his hojo out from the b.l.o.o.d.y and drooping body of Moyong-jin. An expression that could be only seen as madness floated on Dok-gosong’s face. He felt an electrifying feeling at the moment of his revenge.
After succeeding in his revenge, Dok-gosong swiveled his head to look around.
The situation had completely settled. He succeeded in wiping out the Moyong family without taking much loss to the SWG he brought. They deserved to be called the elite experts of the Bae-sect.
Everyone standing on the grounds was the members of the SWG. Every Moyong family warrior lost their lives or they were on the ground with a critical wound. One warrior approached Dok-gosong and he bowed his head in respect.
“What should we do with the surviors?”
Dok-gosong started walking without speaking a word and his eyes seemed to say, “Do you even have to ask?” The embarra.s.sed man in black gathered his nae-gong and shouted.
“Kill all the survivors. Get rid of everyone even if it a corpse. Cut them for a sure kill.”
“Your will.” (TLN: yes sir. its what subordinates used to say way back in the day)
This was how the famous Moyong family stepped on to the road of extinction.