## Chapter 1822 – 1822. Ascending To The Light
They charged from all sides at once. Some even leaped from the air. Even for Sung Yu-jin, this was unavoidable. There was no gap to escape through.
‘If there’s no gap to escape, I’ll have to make one.’
Sung Yu-jin gripped his sword and walked forward. As he moved, the warriors who were charging from the front flinched. Just slightly, their coordination began to falter.
Sung Yu-jin swung his sword. It wasn’t the Thunder Sky Style, nor the Demonic Divine Art. It was a sword swung carelessly, without any force. Yet, the sword was precisely striking their weak points. A perfect strike that was impossible to avoid or block because they were already in motion.
‘That red sword is no ordinary blade! If I don’t block it, my body will be cut! I’ll die!’
The warrior didn’t want to die. A meaningless death was even more undesirable. His legs stopped, and he forcefully turned the sword that was extending forward to the side, deflecting the Crimson Lotus Flying Blade.
A crack appeared in what seemed like a perfect assault. Sung Yu-jin twisted the corner of his lips.
Thunder Sky Style (雷天流), Flying Thunder God (飛雷神).
Starting with the crack that had formed, he moved his body. He dodged the sword that was thrusting from the side and deflected the blade that was falling from the sky. He repeated the process of dodging and deflecting the 20 swords and blades that were pouring down.
Even when attacked in places that were impossible to avoid by common sense, he evaded them with the movements of the Flying Thunder God.
30 seconds passed.
The warriors’ coordinated movements had vanished. Each of them swung their swords and blades as they pleased. They were still somewhat coordinated, but to Sung Yu-jin, it was laughable.
3 minutes passed. The warriors were breathing heavily and lowered their weapons. They were covered in wounds. Wounds inflicted not by Sung Yu-jin’s Crimson Lotus Flying Blade, but by their own comrades’ swords and blades.
Sung Yu-jin stood in the center of them, showing no signs of fatigue. One hand was behind his back. He was the very picture of ease, not even a single drop of sweat on his brow.
“Unbelievable…”
“To dodge all those attacks…”
“Even if he’s an Overgod… this much of a difference…”
The warriors realized the difference between Sung Yu-jin and themselves. A difference like heaven and earth. A difference that seemed impossible to narrow, no matter how hard they tried.
They wanted to run away from this place immediately. They wanted to throw away their weapons and bow their heads. But all of those things were only possible if Sung Yu-jin allowed it.
“The experiment is over. At this level, I can use the Flying Thunder God in actual combat.”
Sung Yu-jin gripped the Crimson Lotus Flying Blade again. A wave of murderous intent emanated from him, sweeping through the surroundings.
“If we don’t kill him, we’ll die!”
“Raise your swords! Even if he’s an Overgod, he’s not invincible! We just killed an Overgod’s monster!”
From Sung Yu-jin’s red sword, an ominous red lightning flashed.
A line.
The red line split the two sect leaders’ bodies.
The sect leaders died with their faces still contorted in anger, their bodies split in half. They hadn’t even noticed the movement of the sword until the moment they died.
The lightning flashed once more.
Three warriors died.
The light was a line, and the line was light.
Crack.
Lightning appeared on the hand gripping the sword hilt, coiling like a snake before disappearing.
The red lightning continued to flash.
It was literally lightning. As red lightning struck from the sky, the powerless humans could only die.
“Ah.”
The only woman who survived, Sang-jeo, sat down on the floor. She belatedly smelled the rising scent of blood and looked up at him. His eyes, gleaming with lust, scanned her body.
Sang-jeo felt fear and hope at the same time.
“P-please, spare me. I-I can do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, yes!”
Sung Yu-jin smiled and crouched down in front of Sang-jeo. He reached out and stroked her dark hair. Sang-jeo felt goosebumps but didn’t show it. She didn’t want to die. Her trembling eyes forced a smile.
Sung Yu-jin’s hand touched Sang-jeo’s cheek.
“Soft.”
His hand moved down. It was chilling as it passed her neck. She wondered if that hand would strangle her. Fortunately, the hand went further down. It skillfully untied her clothes.
Her plump breasts were revealed. Sung Yu-jin was slightly impressed. They were B-cups in size. Small by his standards, but they were beautifully shaped. Perhaps because she practiced martial arts, her skin was white and vibrant. At the tips of her breasts were smooth, pink areolas, and at their centers were dainty nipples.
He touched her breasts. Small but soft. They were elastic and firm at the center.
“Hnnk!”
“It’s not that you don’t like me touching you, is it?”
“N-no. I was just a little surprised by the sudden touch. Please, keep touching me!”
“Since you asked so nicely, I guess I should touch you well.”
Sung Yu-jin fondled Sang-jeo’s breasts for a while. Perhaps because he hadn’t released his lust recently, his cock quickly swelled. His hand moved down.
Below her lower abdomen, a dark, inverted triangle of pubic hair was visible. Sung Yu-jin first inserted his hand.
“……!!”
Sang-jeo bit her lip. A strange man’s hand had touched her genitals. She wanted to push that hand away immediately, but… if she did, his sword might pierce her heart.
His hand, which seemed so rough, was surprisingly gentle. It felt like heat was rising from her genitals. Her heart was racing. She was gradually feeling a primal pleasure.
“Ugh, haa, hnn.”
Squelch.
The sound of water came from her genitals. She lowered her head. Her face flushed red with embarrassment. It was shocking that her genitals had become wet so soon after a strange man had touched her private parts.
“Hmm. What’s this?”
Sung Yu-jin’s gaze turned to Sang-jeo’s waist. Next to her slender waist, a folded iron fan was visible through her loosened clothes.
Sang-jeo jumped up from her spot. She had forgotten her identity, overwhelmed by him. Naked, she clasped her hands in front of Sung Yu-jin.
“G-great hero. I am Sang-jeo of the Peach Blossom Gate (桃花門)! If you unfold that iron fan, you will see a peach blossom drawn on it! It is proof that I am a disciple of the Peach Blossom Gate!”
The Peach Blossom Gate was one of the mysterious sects of the martial world. A sect made up only of women, they dispatched disciples to various places to gather information.
“So?”
Sung Yu-jin had heard of the Peach Blossom Gate. But what did that matter now? What was important to Sung Yu-jin was the pussy in front of him.
“If you let me go, I can report to the Peach Blossom Gate Master so you can receive compensation… Aaaack?!”
Sung Yu-jin’s finger plunged deep into her narrow pussy. Sang-jeo’s legs trembled as she was shocked by the first time a man’s finger had entered her.
She couldn’t fall. If she fell, that finger would go even deeper.
“Ah, ah… ah, ah!”
A sweet voice came out on its own. She couldn’t help it. No matter what he did, her mood was being forced to improve. The unpleasantness of being touched by a complete stranger was overlaid by the rising excitement and pleasure.
Drip.
A drop of fluid fell to the floor.
“Hiss…!”
Sang-jeo’s eyes widened as she gasped. Pleasure crashed down like lightning. Her mind went blank for a moment. She unknowingly stuck her tongue out and trembled.
Thud.
When she barely regained her senses after the onslaught of pleasure, she was on the floor. Sung Yu-jin was between her legs, pressing his angry member against her pussy. The hard thing was rubbing against her pussy.
“Ah, ah, no…! Please… please, have mercy. I have a lover I love!”
Sang-jeo blurted out whatever came to mind, feeling the danger. She mentioned a lover even though she didn’t have one, hoping to gain sympathy. It only backfired. Sung Yu-jin laughed as if he liked it even more.
“Oh, really? Then your lover will never taste this virgin pussy. Heh heh. I’ll show you heaven.”
The force of his cock pressing against her pussy increased. The pressure made her unconsciously draw up her energy. Not the pathetic martial art she learned at the Dark Sword Gate, but the noble martial art of the Peach Blossom Gate. A peach-colored aura bloomed from her body.
Crack.
Sung Yu-jin’s aura dominated the surroundings in an instant. Overwhelmed in an instant, Sang-jeo once again grasped the situation. Her life was in his hands. If he changed his mind, her head would fly off.
Sang-jeo’s arms and legs fell limply.
Plop.
His member broke through her hymen and entered her. She felt a hot pleasure along with the pain. It was strange that impossible things were coexisting. But she couldn’t resist. All she could do was hope that his rape wouldn’t turn into murder.
Thwack! Thud! Thwack!
Sang-jeo looked up at the sky. She couldn’t bear to look at his face as he devoured her body because of fear. Unlike her miserable situation, the sky was dazzlingly clear and clean.
It was three hours later that Sang-jeo was released from Sung Yu-jin. The sun had already set. She was sprawled on the floor like a doll. White semen was leaking from her crotch.
“…I’m alive.”
The monster had disappeared with the Water Spirit Jade without killing her. Sang-jeo felt a sense of relief and humiliation at the same time.
• • •
I was running through the sky like flying thunder with the Flying Thunder God, when I discovered a large cliff and fell straight down.
Freefalling from the sky to the ground was thrilling, but I didn’t want to die, so I bounced my body before landing on the ground.
At the bottom of the large cliff was a small mountain. It was cleverly hidden by the cliff, making it difficult to spot from afar. Even if there wasn’t a cliff, it would have been difficult to see because of the thick fog.
‘It’s dark and cold.’
Even though it was daytime, the sunlight didn’t penetrate well because of the cliff. The cold was due to the yin energy. The yin energy was stagnant and not flowing. If an ordinary person entered this place, they wouldn’t last an hour before freezing to death.
‘Is this the Demonic Tomb?’
An extreme region where it wouldn’t be strange for ghosts to appear.
‘Right. Somewhere here, the Demonic Divine Art is hidden.’
This was the tomb of the first Demonic Master, and the tombs of the successive Demonic Masters. Except for cases where the Demonic Cult couldn’t recover the bodies, all Demonic Masters were buried here.
I took out the map that Baekran had drawn from my pocket and unfolded it. I stared at the crude drawing for a while before moving my feet.
‘Wait for me, Demonic Divine Art! I’m coming!’
