Guangmuliang frowned as he watched Wei Yanho approach at an incredible speed.
'Fast.'
It wasn't an exaggeration.
He could assess an opponent's level just by observing their movements. Wei Yanho's speed was so fast that even he couldn't match it.
Incomprehensible.
"Khat!"
Guangmuliang's hands clawed at the air.
Ten powerful attacks headed towards Wei Yanho.
Wei Yanho brandished his sword against the attacks.
*Kaaaaang!*
Wei Yanho's sword, with a brilliant white glow, deflected the attacks.
'So easily?'
Guangmuliang's eyes widened.
His level of martial skill might be high. There are geniuses who surpass the limitations of age.
Wei Yanho was exceptionally powerful, but there was no rule that said a genius could only be so powerful at that age.
But his internal energy was different.
Even a genius with exceptional talent needs time to accumulate internal energy. Even if he had trained from his mother's womb, he was only twenty years old, how could he have so much internal energy?
'I'll think about that later.'
For the first time, Guangmuliang felt tension.
With that martial skill and that internal energy, he couldn't underestimate Wei Yanho. Guangmuliang, who had been courteous even to the Sword Saint of the Plum Blossom, recognized Wei Yanho as his opponent.
'The Asura Path method has limits.'
Guangmuliang's hands began to darken.
Demon Emperor Hand.
As Guangmuliang began to concentrate his energy, a vortex of energy began to form around him. Although he wasn't moving, the air was swirling, creating a great storm.
But Wei Yanho's eyes followed Guangmuliang.
*Woo woo woo wooong!*
With a sound like the buzzing of thousands of bees, Guangmuliang's hands reached out towards Wei Yanho.
Wei Yanho exclaimed.
A dark aura came out of Guangmuliang's hands. The aura, which was initially the size of a hand, grew as it approached Wei Yanho, until it reached the size of a person, trapping him.
"Huh?"
It was an unknown technique.
The aura moved like a living hand.
'Interesting.'
Wei Yanho shuddered slightly.
'What should I do?'
His master had taught him how to deal with all the martial arts he would encounter, so…
"Crap! You have to trust people!"
Wei Yanho raised his sword.
If there is no counterattack, there is only one option.
Suddenly, Wei Yanho's sword began to glow intensely. A blinding light appeared on his sword.
"Eeeea!"
When the sword, which had been pulled back, moved downwards, a mass of light in the shape of a crescent moon came out at an incredible speed.
A blinding light, which was not known whether it was a technique or a sword glow, cut Guangmuliang's Demon Emperor Hand in half and flew towards him.
"Suction!"
Guangmuliang moved quickly to dodge it.
*Kakakakakak!*
The power of Wei Yanho's sword hit the ground, creating a rough sound.
"...What?"
Guangmuliang looked at the place where he had been with dazed eyes.
The power of the sword had penetrated the ground so much that it could no longer be seen. He couldn't see the end even with his best vision.
Guangmuliang felt chills.
Would he have been able to block it if he had received it head-on?
"Where did you come from?"
"Huh?"
Wei Yanho asked as if he didn't understand.
"You said you were going to wipe out my family, what are you saying now? Do you have memory loss? I am my father's son!"
"K…"
Guangmuliang glared at Wei Yanho with fury.
'What technique is that?'
He had never heard of such a sword in the Central Plains. If such a powerful sword technique existed, he would be known.
*Creak*.
Guangmuliang clenched his fists.
'If I relax, I'll die.'
For the first time, he felt danger. And that danger was growing.
'He has this ability at this age. How powerful will he be in the future?'
He was perhaps seeing a great master in his youth. If Wei Yanho were a member of the New Cult, it would be wonderful, but unfortunately, he was his enemy.
He had to kill him before he became more powerful.
"…What a pity."
"Aren't you going to praise me? I was waiting."
Guangmuliang showed his teeth when he saw Wei Yanho smiling.
Guangmuliang's hands began to be covered with a dark aura.
Wei Yanho's face hardened slightly.
Although it looked similar, it was different. His body moved back slightly, taking a defensive stance. His body reacted before his mind could process the danger.
"Something powerful is coming?"
"Didn't I say I didn't need to talk?"
Guangmuliang shouted as he moved his hands.
"Then feel it. This is the true power of the Demon Emperor Hand."
Wei Yanho sighed as he felt the dark aura covering everything.
"Why am I so unlucky?"
***
"Behind! Go back! Now!"
Jangil was running through the crowd.
"Block the front!"
Someone had to stop the members of the Demon Cult to give the spectators time to escape.
"Easy to say!"
Eon Hyo was annoyed.
"Brother!"
"Yes! I'm going!"
Peng Dohyeong unsheathed his great axe and launched projectiles towards the members of the Demon Cult. Seeing the members of the Demon Cult deflect the projectiles like flies, he groaned.
The members of the Demon Cult, with red eyes, were terrifying.
"Aaaaaah! Dragon-Shaped Cannon!"
Eon Hyo's power, in the shape of a dragon, stopped the members of the Demon Cult. But the members of the Demon Cult deflected it with one blow.
They couldn't stop them.
"B… brother! Escape!"
"Dohyeong!"
Eon Hyo shouted in horror as he watched Peng Dohyeong run towards the members of the Demon Cult with his axe.
They couldn't stop them. Someone had to distract them. But it wasn't Peng Dohyeong's job.
A member of the Demon Cult smiled when he saw Peng Dohyeong attack. With one hand, he blocked Peng Dohyeong's axe.
*Kaang!*
A metallic sound resounded when the axe hit the arm.
The axe bounced back.
An open chest.
The result was obvious.
"Dohyeongggggg!"
Peng Dohyeong looked at the hand of a member of the Demon Cult approaching his chest with a deathly expression.
When that hand pierced him, he would die.
He couldn't avoid it or stop it. His heart burned when he saw his inevitable death.
'Here…'
Just as the hand of the member of the Demon Cult was about to pierce him…
*Shwaeaeaek!*
With a sound that tore through the air, several red projectiles flew towards the member of the Demon Cult.
"Kuh."
Although the member of the Demon Cult had broken Peng Dohyeong's axe with his hands, it seemed that these projectiles were different, so he backed away.
"Hmm…"
The member of the Demon Cult licked the blood from his hand after slightly injuring Peng Dohyeong.
"Dohyeong!"
"You…"
Peng Dohyeong's face contorted.
Peng Dogeuk arrived quickly and blocked the attack.
"Go back."
"Help…"
"Go back!"
Peng Dohyeong clenched his teeth.
Peng Dogeuk was different. With a great axe in one hand, he looked like a different warrior.
'Shit.'
Peng Dogeuk, who had achieved good results in the tournament in which he did not participate.
He didn't want to admit it, but the difference between him and Peng Dogeuk was great.
"Get out of the way! I'll let…"
At that moment, Peng Dogeuk looked at Peng Dohyeong.
"..."
"I understand your impulse, but don't be foolish."
Peng Dohyeong lowered his head without saying anything.
"Are you talking while I'm here? The people of the Central Plains are braver than I thought."
"Amitabha, courage is important."
"Hmm?"
A monk approached and stood next to Peng Dogeuk, causing the member of the Demon Cult to frown.
"Shaolin?"
"I am Musan."
"Kukuk, Shaolin and the Peng family… this will be fun."
"Be careful. My fists are powerful."
"Seeing the power of Shaolin is one of my wishes."
The member of the Demon Cult attacked the two without saying more.
"Be careful."
"You too."
Musan and Peng Dogeuk concentrated their internal energy and faced the member of the Demon Cult.
"Just a little more! Just a little more!"
"Ugh…"
The man's face was pale. He had lost a lot of blood and was almost unconscious.
"Don't lose consciousness!"
"M… miss, this place is dangerous. Move people and then…"
"This man will die!"
Jin Yeran shouted desperately as she bandaged the man's wound.
'I must stop the bleeding.'
There was no time to sew the wound. If he continued to bleed, he would not be able to survive.
"Ugh…"
The man raised his trembling hand and grabbed Jin Yeran's hand.
Jin Yeran looked at the man with trembling eyes.
"Hold on a little…"
"Gra…"
Every time the man spoke, blood came out of his mouth.
"Grac…"
The man's head fell.
Jin Yeran looked at the man's face and closed his eyes.
Jin Yeran slowly stood up and looked around her.
Screams and the sound of weapons were heard. Everyone was fighting to kill each other.
For her, who had dedicated her life to saving lives, the people who were fighting to kill each other were incomprehensible.
"Everyone is crazy…"
Someone grabbed her arm as she muttered.
It was a familiar face.
"What are you doing here?!"
"…Miss."
Seomun Dayeon pulled her arm with a serious face.
"You will die here. Come here."
"I…"
"We'll talk later, come here! If you stay here!"
At that moment, a loud sound resounded.
*Kwaaaaaang!*
It was a sound so loud that it seemed to have lost its hearing.
Those who were about to fight backed away and looked towards where the sound had come from.