Chapter 309 – Blood Demon (3)

“Ah!”

With a triumphant cry, Pungsoso swung her weapon and cut down Togwi, who was holding his spear awkwardly with a posture that was half-collapsed.

Togwi used to be a fairly well-known martial artist, but now that he had died once and been forcibly resurrected, he couldn’t fully exert his strength.

On the other hand, Pungsoso boasted the highest level of physical ability at the same level of martial arts due to her innate divine power and the bone improvement effect of the Sun and Moon Divine Circulation Technique.

It was natural that her posture collapsed easily and her weapon swung weakly. It was all an expected result.

But Pungsoso didn’t have time to enjoy her victory and swung her arm again.

“Whoosh!”

A powerful blow that tore through the air with a blue flame.

She felt the presence of Togwi, who was now approaching in his yellow robe and bald head, and took the initiative to attack.

Perhaps Togwi, who was undefeated in Shorim, had stretched out his spear to respond to Pungsoso’s attack.

The strange light of golden inner strength and blood-red energy mixed together and bloomed.

Despite its ominous energy, the move was simply an outstretched palm, but its power was by no means negligible.

Daeryeok Geumgangsu, one of the seventy-two secret techniques of Shorim, was characterized by its powerful inner strength, and was a well-known martial art even in the vast world of martial arts.

Even if Togwi had become weaker and Pungsoso had confidence in her strength, it was difficult to directly overwhelm such martial arts.

Although the principles were different, Shorim’s martial arts also boasted an unstoppable power.

Nevertheless, Pungsoso did not let go of her grip on her weapon. On the contrary, she accelerated and stubbornly insisted on a head-on confrontation.

No, she deliberately made it look like that.

“Thump!”

The sound of the collision between the sword and the spear was so intense that it was almost breathtaking.

Just before the collision, she withdrew her strength and turned her body half a turn to avoid the spear technique.

Even if it was a skilled martial artist, changing direction suddenly like this would inevitably cause damage to the body…

But Pungsoso was different.

Her sturdy yet flexible body, unique to the Pung family, smoothly dispersed all the impact throughout her body.

Her blood, which had been expanded through the trials of the movie and tempered through the Sun and Moon Divine Circulation Technique, could barely withstand such injuries.

Pungsoso relaxed her whole body naturally and blinked her eyes.

She looked like a beautiful but threatening beast that could jump out of the bushes at any moment, and Togwi flinched for a moment as if he was enchanted.

Of course, in reality, it was just an attack that missed with full force and revealed a gap.

What would happen next was clear enough for a three-year-old child to see.

“Squish! Squeak!”

Her elongated arm twisted and slashed diagonally through Togwi’s body.

In truth, any competent martial artist at the peak of their abilities would not fall for such a shallow trick.

“Idiot.”

But they were just Togwi. Mere clay dolls that were only able to reproduce their memories from their past lives thanks to the White Soul that forcibly held them together.

At best, they had the intelligence of a beast and couldn’t even see through such a simple feint.

Pungsoso, who focused on honing her innate strength and using it even better, was the easiest prey there could be.

Although she had easily taken down another peak Togwi, her face was still dark.

“Ugh…there’s no end to this.”

After knocking down two Togwis in a row, Pungsoso had a brief moment of respite.

She took advantage of the opportunity to quickly assess the situation.

***

The first thing that caught her eye was the busy movement of the Samama.

Zap. Zipping.

As a martial art, the Samama was already fast enough that no one could match its speed, but recently it had become so fast that even Pungsoso had trouble keeping up with it.

Like a bolt of lightning, the Samama moved quickly between the Togwis and struck them accurately.

Only in that moment could one see its complete and unbroken form.

Sometimes with fists, sometimes with weapons, sometimes with grappling.

The method of attack changed every moment, but the only commonality was…most of them couldn’t withstand a single blow and were shattered.

It was a martial art designed solely to take down opponents. The Togwis couldn’t even resist it and fell without any real resistance.

Of course, if they had fought properly face-to-face, it would have taken a little longer.

But the Samama was targeting only the Togwis who were strictly enemies or those who had not yet fully recognized it.

A fighting style that was more reminiscent of a killer than a martial artist.

This was the ultimate thrill.

***

Next, Pungsoso’s gaze turned towards Samayeryeong.

She was using similar fast and precise techniques as the Samama.

It was natural since they had both learned the same martial art.

However, they were not exactly the same.

If the Samama was trying to strike the Togwis’ backs like a killer, Samayeryeong was facing them head-on and taking on multiple opponents at once.

The reason for choosing such a method was…because Samayeryeong had something that the Samama did not.

Jingling.

Oddly enough, every time she moved her arm, the sound of bells echoed from her sleeve.

Even though there were no bells attached.

The Togwis, who heard the sound, rushed towards Samayeryeong like wild boars that had been hit by a pre-emptive strike.

But despite their increased aggression, their momentum was clearly diminishing.

As if they were poisoned.

Of course, there was no way that the Togwis, who were made of dirt and imbued with a bloodthirsty energy more deadly than any poison, could be poisoned.

But if there was something that could act like a poison to the Togwis…it would not be an ordinary method.

Most of the martial arts sects and schools that were passed down from generation to generation had long lost the transmission of techniques such as the Jingling or the Sowonbu.

However, the orthodox schools such as Mosanpa or Gonryun still held onto them, and that ancient knowledge had now been passed down to Samayeryeong.

At this moment, Samayeryeong was combining the Jingling, which could release the grudges of the dead, with her martial arts in her own unique way.

Of course, it was not something that could be created on the spot, but rather the result of long research.

But when Samayeryeong’s innate strength and the Sangcheongbigeul, which was closest to the source, met, something unbelievable was happening.

Ding.

When the bell rang again, the Togwis, who were now weakened to a level that could hardly be called peak, were hit by Samayeryeong’s full-body strike.

Amidst the falling Togwis like autumn leaves, Samayeryeong was seen busily moving her hands and feet.

The fast and powerful movements unique to the Cheonryeomyeolhonsingong.

However, unlike Samama, Samayeryeong’s movements were not completely linear.

Sometimes her arms covered in grudges drew meaningless curves, and sometimes she stepped on unexpected places.

As a result, from a distance, it looked like a dance.

In fact, she had mixed martial arts with dance. Not an ordinary dance, of course.

The purple glow that slowly covered Samayeryeong.

As the glow became darker with each Togwi she took down, it reached its peak when she took down all the Togwis.

Ding.

The familiar sound of the bell echoed as it scattered into the air.

And the Togwis rushed towards Samayeryeong again, struggling to move.

Samayeryeong’s Jin Honmu was not over yet.

***

Samama and Samayeryeong, as well as the leaders of the Shin-gyo, were each facing the rushing Togwis in their own way.

Despite being outnumbered, they were able to fight so well thanks to someone’s help.

Pungsoso’s gaze finally fell on the back of Myeongwoljin, who was alone in the deepest enemy territory, dominating the surroundings.

Various talismans fluttered in the air.

Peach blossom petals bloomed from her sword, filling the surroundings.

Myeongwoljin, with her advanced Ju Busul and the Dan Hon Do Hwa Geom she received from Hong Yeonhwa, was relentlessly attacking the newly emerged Hwagyeong-class Togwi.

If Samayeryeong’s martial arts were focused on exorcism, Myeongwoljin’s martial arts were closer to exorcism than anything else.

It wasn’t just weakening, but the blood energy was being shaved off in clumps.

Taking advantage of the Hwagyeong-class Togwi’s moments of agony, the peach blossom sword raised by the Dan Hon Do Hwa Geom covered the creature’s body.

The purple waves that rose high inside the peach-colored waves tried to tear apart the surrounding flowers, but even if the Dan Hon Do Hwa Geom’s flowers were broken, the petals did not scatter.

The seasonal festival, which was created by generously revealing the visions of the Hwasa and Mosanpa, had returned the body of someone who was once a plum blossom swordsmaster to the earth instead of Hong Yeonhwa, its original purpose.

“Hoo….”

Myeongwoljin, who had pulled out all her firepower in an instant, quickly breathed out a sigh as she dealt with the Hwagyeong-class Togwi without a break.

Myeongwoljin had only one role.

To prevent the Hwagyeong-class Togwi, which could become an asymmetric force, from reaching anyone else.

For this purpose, she left the other Togwi around her and saved her strength by looking around.

Myeongwoljin, who had taken a seat right next to Pungsoso, looked at her with a puzzled expression as she saw that Pungsoso had been strangely unable to concentrate on the battle.

“Why? Did the blood energy penetrate your body?”

“No, that’s not it. It’s just…”

“Just?”

Pungsoso hesitated for a moment and then glanced forward.

Far away.

Where the giant of the Samduyukbi and the demon that covered even the sky were fighting each other.

More precisely, in the gap between them, where the demon’s body was jumping around, cutting the chains and heading towards the Jin So Chan.

“Is Jin Gag…okay?”

Pungsoso’s concern was valid.

They were able to fight more easily than they had expected, thanks to Myeongwoljin’s exclusive handling of the Hwagyeong-class and Samayeryeong’s further weakening of the Togwi, but on the other hand, they were fighting harder over there.

The chains that bound Hong Yeonhwa’s body were quite powerful, and she couldn’t use her full strength.

As a result, the suppression of the Hemma towards Jin So Chan, who was cutting the chains, had become stronger.

Thorny vines on the ground, eerie trajectories chasing their targets in mid-air, even a semi-transparent blood-red beast that jumped around on the demon’s body, and a blood spear that shot from the ceiling whenever there was a gap.

At first, there were clearly not many, but as more and more new techniques were added, they found themselves in the current situation.

It was hard not to worry about such a situation.

Seeing Pungsoso like that, Myeongwoljin looked at Jin So Chan’s location for a moment, then burst out laughing.

“Hehe. No need to worry. Jin Sohyup is much stronger than we think. Look over there.”

“What?”

Pungsoso, who was tilting her head, stopped moving for a moment.

It was because Jin So Chan was flipping his body in the air and swinging his sword in all directions, cutting off all the surrounding spells.

It may seem easy to say, but even for Pungsoso, who has recently become much more powerful, it was a movement that she didn’t even dare to attempt.

A fierce sword that is fast, intense, and above all, unparalleled in sophistication.

Pungsoso nodded her head as she watched the sparkling starlight left by its trajectory.

“We should catch at least one more Togwi instead of worrying about Jin Gaga!”

“That’s a good attitude. There are plenty of them behind us, so feel free to rampage.”

***

“Fuck! This is not it!”

As soon as he broke through the Hemma’s pattern, curses involuntarily burst out.