Chapter 63: Eat This.

Jin Cheon’s provocation was a shock in itself and was enough to cause a stir in the venue.

“He’s completely lost his mind.”

“It seems he’s become blind to everything after becoming the Cult Leader’s disciple.”

No matter that Jin Cheon had become the seventh disciple of the Iron-Blooded Demonic God, it was impossible for him to beat down So U-bin.

How on earth could Jin Cheon, who had just graduated from the Blood Wolf Corps, defeat So U-bin, who had been a disciple of the Iron-Blooded Demonic God for over ten years?

Yeom Bi, seeming to think the same, approached Jin Cheon and said.

“You’ve gone too far. Stop.”

“I cannot back down like this.”

“You’ll die if you do.”

“Then I’ll just die.”

Despite Yeom Bi’s attempt to stop him, Jin Cheon seemed to have not the slightest intention of backing down.

“What are you doing? Not stopping him?”

“Why should I? The most entertaining thing in the world is watching a fight.”

At Yeom Bi’s question, Blood Qilin retorted as if it were a ridiculous thing to say.

“What if the youngest dies?”

“Nah.”

Blood Qilin shrugged as if there was no way that would happen.

“He won’t kill him, will he? If it gets really dangerous, we can step in then.”

“Hmm. I see.”

“Anyway, our cute youngest has nothing to lose. Huhuhu.”

“Nothing to lose?”

“Even if he gets beaten, he breaks even. If he manages to land a few hits, it’s a gain, isn’t it?”

“That’s true.”

As Blood Qilin said, as long as Jin Cheon put up a good fight against So U-bin, it would by no means be a loss even if he got beaten.

“Go, our youngest! You can do it, youngest! Aja aja! You can do it! Beat up that mean Senior Brother So!”

“……”

Blood Qilin went beyond just watching and openly cheered for Jin Cheon.

“What should I do? It doesn’t look like your senior brothers are going to help you.”

“I never asked for their help.”

“Yes, that’s how it should be.”

So U-bin nodded as if pleased.

“It would have been no fun if you had backed down. This is good. As a senior brother, I get to discipline the youngest.”

“Whether it will be a discipline or a disgrace, we won’t know until we see, will we?”

“A rootless fellow who also lacks manners…… Come. I’ll make you understand your place.”

So U-bin gestured at Jin Cheon with the hand holding his fan.

“Yes, here I come.”

Jin Cheon launched himself toward So U-bin.

***

As the incident took place in the middle of the market, the confrontation between Jin Cheon and So U-bin was enough to draw the attention of countless people.

It had been a long time since the disciples of the Iron-Blooded Demonic God had fought amongst themselves, and since the matter involved Jin Cheon, who had been the most talked-about person recently, the interest was bound to be even higher.

Whatever the outcome, the events of today would surely spread throughout the cult until there was no one who didn’t know.

Tak, tatak!

Jin Cheon’s fists and feet rained down on So U-bin like a fierce downpour.

“Talent should be displayed in moderation.”

So U-bin, as if to prove he was not a disciple of the Iron-Blooded Demonic God for nothing, casually parried Jin Cheon’s fists and feet with his fan.

“Did you really think you could challenge me with just this? How dare you?”

“It’s only the beginning, what are you talking about?”

Although he said that, Jin Cheon’s inner thoughts were not so relaxed.

‘To imbue a mere fan with such destructive power.’

The fan wielded by So U-bin contained a truly powerful destructive force, making it feel nothing like a fan.

It felt like facing a heavy club, to the point that the arms and legs he was swinging were tingling.

“You see.”

So U-bin wiped the smile from his face and fiercely pressed Jin Cheon.

“A rootless fellow like you. Being my junior brother. I just can’t. Accept it.”

Shwaaaek!

So U-bin’s fan flew toward the side of Jin Cheon’s head.

‘I can’t block this.’

Jin Cheon instinctively threw himself to the side to avoid the fan.

He was swinging the unopened fan like a club; if he had been hit properly, his bones wouldn’t just have been broken but would have been shattered into pieces.

‘Let’s see, let’s just try to die.’

Jin Cheon grit his teeth and drew up his demonic qi.

To be honest, Jin Cheon knew better than anyone that he could not defeat So U-bin.

It was impossible for Jin Cheon, who was just beginning to learn martial arts in earnest, to defeat So U-bin, who had received teachings from the Iron-Blooded Demonic God for over ten years.

Nevertheless, the reason he did not back down was that if he tucked his tail here, it would be the end.

This was the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult.

One way or another, it went without saying that the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak reigned supreme.

If you keep retreating just because the opponent is strong, you will eventually reach the edge of a cliff and fall into the thousand-fathom abyss.

He had to show them.

Even if he were to be broken, he needed to clearly show that even a worm will turn when stepped on.

Why?

So that they wouldn’t carelessly poke and pick fights with him.

Hwaaaaaak!

Jin Cheon, having drawn up his demonic qi, charged at So U-bin with full intent.

“Struggling in desperation.”

So U-bin also drew up his demonic qi and met Jin Cheon’s assault.

Pabak, pababak!

In the blink of an eye, dozens of exchanges took place.

However, the one who suffered a loss each time was Jin Cheon.

‘The difference in internal energy is too great.’

The perceived difference in internal energy with So U-bin was at least five times.

It was fortunate that So U-bin was holding back with the intention of toying with him; if they had fought with all their strength, he would have been knocked down in a single exchange.

“I’ll have to give you a special, good experience.”

“……?”

“I’ll gift you a nightmare.”

Chwararak!

As So U-bin opened his fan, a fog-like demonic qi enveloped Jin Cheon.

It was a fan wind, created by waving the fan, just as a swordsman emits a sword wind.

‘……This is.’

For a moment, Jin Cheon shuddered at an encroaching memory.

– Ugh, uwaaaaaaaaak!

Why?

Why were the memories of that terrible torture he had suffered in the Demonic Prison coming to mind…….

– You sons of bitches! Stop it, I said stop iiiit!

Jin Cheon, with the suddenly resurfaced memories, could hardly concentrate on the fight.

Even when he tried to shake them off, the events of that time kept coming back, again and again, confusing his mind.

Terrible and gruesome memories that no one who hadn’t experienced them could even imagine…….

Pow!

So U-bin’s fan struck Jin Cheon’s side, shaking his lungs.

It was the price for losing focus during a fight.

“Heooooook!”

Jin Cheon let out a long breath, in agony.

So U-bin did not stop there.

Pak, pabak!

So U-bin’s fan continuously struck Jin Cheon’s arms, legs, shoulders, and waist.

“I’m always curious. What kind of nightmares others recall.”

“Euk!”

“What is the most terrible memory you have? Tell me. You’re seeing it now, aren’t you.”

So U-bin looked down at the fallen Jin Cheon with an eerie smile.

***

Meanwhile, Blood Qilin, who was watching, frowned as if he thought this was a bit much.

“Senior Brother So, isn’t that too harsh? No matter how much you like our cute youngest, that’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

Yeom Bi also opened his mouth as if he agreed with Blood Qilin’s opinion.

“That’s not beating him up, that’s torture.”

The reason Blood Qilin and Jin Cheon had said something was because of the martial art So U-bin had just used.

So U-bin’s family.

The family martial arts of the Puppet So Clan were notorious for being difficult to deal with.

Among them, the Puppet Black Demonic Qi that So U-bin had learned was particularly tricky to face, because it shook the opponent’s upper dantian by emitting demonic qi.

When hit by the Puppet Black Demonic Qi, one would endlessly recall their most terrible and painful memories, and as a result, would be bound to reveal an opening during a fight.

The reason Jin Cheon had allowed a blow to land was also the effect of the Puppet Black Demonic Qi.

By sending the Puppet Black Demonic Qi with the fan wind, he had made Jin Cheon recall his most painful and agonizing memories.

“I was wondering why a fellow who I don’t know where he rolled in from was acting so arrogant, but it was because everyone was spoiling him.”

So U-bin didn’t bat an eye, no matter what Blood Qilin and Yeom Bi said.

Instead, he emitted the Puppet Black Demonic Qi even more strongly, inflicting even greater pain on Jin Cheon.

It was not a physical pain but a mental one, and in severe cases, a person could become an idiot.

It wasn’t for nothing that Yeom Bi had called it torture.

“You, and you too, Senior Brother.”

So U-bin said as if his teeth were chattering.

“How can you accept a fellow like this as a junior brother? A fellow who you don’t even know where he rolled in from?”

“That’s because it was His Holiness’ choice.”

Blood Qilin retorted as if asking if that even needed to be said.

“Are you telling me to accept a fellow like this out of respect for His Holiness?”

“What are you going to do if you don’t want to accept him? If you really don’t like it, go and complain to His Holiness directly. Ah, didn’t you have the guts for that?”

“This fellow and you are both the same in your lack of manners.”

“Then why don’t you try teaching me too.”

Blood Qilin grinned and approached So U-bin.

“Shall we see how much stronger our Senior Brother So has become? Huhu.”

“Do I need to fix your manners as well?”

Just as So U-bin was about to fight Blood Qilin after Jin Cheon.

“I’m so grateful, what should I do.”

Jin Cheon said, slowly getting to his feet.

“I had forgotten for a while, but thanks to you, I remembered. Those dog-like memories.”

“It seems you liked my gift?”

“I more than liked it.”

Jin Cheon approached So U-bin with a chilling smile.

“I liked it so much, I have no idea how to repay you.”

There was no doubt that the events he had experienced in the Demonic Prison were the most painful and terrible memories for Jin Cheon.

However, it was true that his anger and desire for revenge were greater than his pain and fear.

He had endured for twenty years with the sole intention of getting revenge; Jin Cheon was not one to tremble just because the memories of that time resurfaced.

“You will bitterly regret ever touching me.”

“Keuk!”

So U-bin scoffed.

“It seems you don’t understand your place because I played with you moderately. You should have just stayed flat on the ground. I don’t know why you’re getting up for no reason and asking for a beating……”

So U-bin stopped what he was saying and frowned.

Seueueu!

Before he knew it, Jin Cheon’s two eyes had turned purple like the Iron-Blooded Demonic God’s, emitting a ghastly blue ghost fire.

“Why……?”

So U-bin wore an expression of complete disbelief.

To think that the Purple Eyes, the physical characteristic of the Heavenly Demon, would appear in the eyes of Jin Cheon, whom he despised so much…….

But that was not the only surprising thing.

Seueueueu!

Jin Cheon began to absorb the demonic qi of the people around him.

“W-what is this!”

“Euk!”

The onlookers who were watching the fight could not hide their astonishment at seeing Jin Cheon absorb their demonic qi.

To absorb demonic qi without even touching them, was this even possible?

Regardless, Jin Cheon was busy absorbing the demonic qi of the people around him.

“Some cheap trick!”

So U-bin launched himself like lightning.

It was a judgment that if he let Jin Cheon continue to absorb the demonic qi of the people around him, an unmanageable situation might arise.

Chwararak!

Shwaeeeeek!

So U-bin swung his fan as if it were a saber.

Wind Blade Fan Wing Edge.

A family martial art of the Puppet So Clan, a fan art in which the killing intent was so thick that all its forms were lethal techniques.

Tak!

Jin Cheon’s hand snatched So U-bin’s right hand holding the fan.

“……!”

At the very moment that surprise appeared on So U-bin’s face.

“Eat this.”

Kwajik!

Jin Cheon’s headbutt exploded on So U-bin’s face.

Iron Head Art.

One of the Seventy-Two Supreme Arts of Shaolin.

It was a martial art that Jin Cheon had learned from his fellow inmate in the Demonic Prison, Great Monk Gongheo.

Thud!

So U-bin was sent flying and slammed into the ground far away.

The power contained in Jin Cheon’s headbutt was so strong that he had been sent flying.

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