Chapter 1058: Your Voice Won't Reach Him (Part 3)

Baek Cheon unconsciously clenched his teeth tightly.

His eyes, wide open, couldn't tear away from the intense battle between Chung Myung and Jang Ilso, who were fiercely engaging in a clash of Danjagang.

"I...."

Truly a spectacular sight. Even with his eyes, honed through rigorous training and extreme cultivation, he could only catch fleeting traces of this tremendous high-speed martial arts exchange.

Even if he couldn't see everything in detail, the intensity of the martial arts exchange within this battle was clearly understood. It was felt not with the eyes but with the skin. Sensations reverberated before the mind could register.

"Those crazy bastards..."

To seize every opportunity in this fierce battle, that guy engaged in a desperate struggle, seemingly anticipating the unconventional attacks of the enemy, blocking them as if he knew them in advance.

The rapid exchange of attack and defense, whirling like a gear, resembled not a battle but a well-scripted drama.

"Sasuk…."

"Yes."

The voice coming from behind, Baek Cheon nodded heavily.

"He's pushing back."

Whenever Chung Myung's sword, like a venomous snake, lunged forward, the enemy...the bishop of the Demonic Sect, was stepping back.

Paaaat!

With every sweep of Chung Myung's sword through the air, a fierce cutting sound echoed. Baek Cheon tightened his fist until his knuckles turned pale.

"That bastard..."

One look at the current Chung Myung was enough to reveal the truth. Whether it was his performance in the duel with them or in the fight against the Black Dragon King, none of those displayed the true extent of Chung Myung's power.

'No, that's not it.'

Chung Myung didn't particularly hide his abilities. It's just that neither they nor the Black Dragon King could fully extract all of Chung Myung's power. And that, in other words, meant that the bishop was formidable enough to draw out all of Chung Myung's strength and still remain standing.

But what caught Baek Cheon's attention the most at the moment wasn't Chung Myung unfolding his amazing sword or Danjagang.

'Jang Ilso....'

It wasn't about determining which side was more formidable.

It's just that Baek Cheon was quite perplexed. It wasn't anyone else but Jang Ilso, who was rushing forward without looking back, perfectly synchronizing with Chung Myung.

'Does this even make any sense?'

Baek Cheon's understanding of Jang Ilso was that he was certainly not the type to surrender control to others while playing a supporting role. Wasn't he someone who manipulated everything in the world according to his own will, using them as tools?

Anyone who knew Jang Ilso would likely give the same answer. The answer wouldn't change much even if you were to grab anyone from the Evil Sect and ask.

But here, Jang Ilso, without a word, took the initiative against Chung Myung. He focused on blocking the retaliatory strikes of Danjagang and seized opportunities, all while not losing sight of the constantly erupting counterattacks.

It was unbelievable that Paegun Jang Ilso would make such a choice.

But what was even more surprising was how well their movements aligned. As the martial arts exchange continued, the feeling that the two were fitting together more and more grew.

'How is this possible?'

Baek Cheon knew. Among them, he was the one who had supported the crazy guy's back the most. He knew better than anyone else how challenging it was to have Chung Myung's back.

Chung Myung's sword was like a capricious divine dragon or, to put it bluntly, it was no different from a loach sprinkled with salt. You couldn't predict what mischief it would cause, and it was impossible to anticipate where it would suddenly dart off to.

Even Baek Cheon, who had become familiar with Chung Myung's sword, needed to sharpen his senses like a razor blade just to barely keep up with Chung Myung's movements. It consumed a frightening amount of mental energy.

But now, on first try, Jang Ilso had successfully coordinated his movements with Chung Myung. Like someone who had endlessly practiced coordinated movements and mastered joint attacks.

'That damn guy!'

Setting aside the awe for Jang Ilso, there was no denying his exceptional skill.

Kwaaaang!

As Chung Myung leaped forward, bracelets from Jang Ilso's hands were released with formidable force. Ten golden lines preemptively marked the range where the bishop could move, clearing the path for Chung Myung's sword.

It was a perfectly coordinated movement against Chung Myung. At the same time, Jang Ilso stuck close to Chung Myung, prepared for any sudden counterattack.

'Both of them are crazy.'

Jang Ilso, who dominated half of the Central Plains as the leader of the Evil Tyrant Alliance, choosing to support Chung Myung's back at least for that moment, and Chung Myung, who casually entrusted his back to the very Evil Sect he so despised — both of them did things unimaginable from a normal perspective. They were crazy individuals who committed unthinkable acts without any hesitation.

But the absurd harmony of these crazy individuals had now produced a result where they were unilaterally overwhelming the formidable bishop.

Unexpectedly, Baek Cheon bit his lip.

The situation itself was extraordinary, leaving only admiration. However, even with that, Baek Cheon couldn't simply watch with a positive mindset.

The spot where Jang Ilso took the initiative should have been filled by the disciples of Mount Hua.

'We're still not enough.'

Baek Cheon stared at Jang Ilso with fierce determination.

'Anyway... win this time!'

Regardless of the method, it was crucial to defeat the bishop and block the Evil Sect's reinforcements.

He suddenly looked back. The moment he felt a faint assurance about the outcome, he finally had the luxury to glance backward. The situation after the bishop's demise and how the Demonic Sect members would react were unknown. So, he needed to check their movements in advance.

But as Baek Cheon turned to look at the Demonic Sect members, he stiffened in place.

'What's going on?'

It wasn't because there was a noticeable reaction. On the contrary, the lack of any discernible response puzzled Baek Cheon. The Demonic Sect members were still lying in the same positions as when the bishop first appeared, reciting incantations without any change.

Now that he thought about it, that chanting had not stopped even once since the battle began, even after Danjagang clearly started to be pushed back.

Maybe it was just one aspect of fanaticism. Faith, by nature, didn't consider the situation. Even if they originally showed faith without a plan against their superiors, it wasn't strange for them to exhibit unwavering belief.

But...

'No. Something's different!'

They seemed to know something. Something that indicated this battle wouldn't end like this.

'Chung Myung!'

Baek Cheon's gaze sharply turned forward.

Chung Myung was rushing at Danjagang with a lightning-fast sword energy.

Kwagak!

Chung Myung's sword swept past Danjagang's neck. A sinister wound oozed blood. The robe that Danjagang wore was now stained with dark patches where blood had seeped through.

Paaaat!

Without giving Danjagang a moment to catch his breath, Chung Myung relentlessly pressed on. Transforming bizarrely, sometimes chasing fiercely, sometimes engaging in reckless gambling-like moves.

And in this relentless assault by Chung Myung, Jang Ilso constantly applied pressure from the side, behind, and above. Sometimes rushing in to deal with attacks that seemed difficult for Chung Myung to handle with his own skills.

'This is...'

A subtle aura of determination flashed in Danjagang's eyes.

Kwoong!

Danjagang strongly stomped the ground as he closely observed Chung Myung's sword flying above him. Simultaneously, a massive aura spread in all directions as if exploding from his entire body.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

Caught in the aftermath, Chung Myung's body was thrown backward like a leaf swept away in a hurricane. After flying backward for a while, Chung Myung lowered his body and landed, completing a full circle in mid-air.

"Huk! Heoak! Huk!"

Rough breaths, terrifyingly resembling the expulsion of lungs, escaped from Chung Myung's mouth as he touched the ground. Sweat streamed down his entire body, saturating even his hair.

Continuously striking while restricting his breath, he had no choice but to wear down his mental and physical strength.

However, Chung Myung's eyes, as blue and full of vitality as ever, were fixed on Danjagang, who hid behind the demonic energy, ready to unleash his attack.

After a while, as the aftermath of the demonic energy subsided, Danjagang revealed himself.

"Perhaps... I may have underestimated you too much."

Covered in wounds, anyone looking at Danjagang now would probably think of those words first. However, Chung Myung knew. Among the scars etched on that body, there were hardly any that could be considered fatal. Considering Danjagang had mastered the Bone Demon Art, which allowed abnormal recovery, this was even more apparent.

"But... I still can't understand."

Danjagang spoke quietly.

"Is this really all you've got?"

He stomped the earth decisively.

"If the level of the Central Plains is only this much... why did the sects retreat and get driven into these barren lands by you?"

Countless questions twisted through Danjagang's mind.

Why did the Heavenly Demon allow himself to be pierced by such people?

Of course, in the wilderness, sometimes a tiger dies from a snakebite. But could there be a tiger in the world that dies from an ant's bite?

"This can't be all, right?"

As anger surged, bloodlust once again emanated from Danjagang's eyes.

"Tell me, savages of the Central Plains. If this is not all you've got, then show me everything you have. If not..."

Black magic hovered around Danjagang like malevolent spirits. An immense pressure began to crush the surroundings.

"You will die here!"

Kwaaaaang!

Danjagang charged forward at an incredible speed.

The action resembled more of a contraction of space than a movement. As if forcibly twisting and piercing through the existing space, Danjagang's physical form reached Chung Myung's side in an instant. Perhaps the expression "appeared" would be more appropriate.

Chung Myung's eyes widened.

In that moment, Danjagang's hand mercilessly plunged into Chung Myung's side.

Chung Myung momentarily raised his sword to block the attacking hand. However, the force with which Danjagang swung pushed not only the blocked sword but also pierced through Chung Myung's side entirely.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

Udddeudduk!

The explosive clash of energy and the sound of bones twisting intertwined. Chung Myung's body was sent flying like a cobblestone kicked away with all his might.

Kwaaang!

Danjagang kicked the ground, ruthlessly catching up with Chung Myung. In an instant, Danjagang, who caught up, raised one hand towards the sky.

A black aura emanating from his entire body whirled and rose along with his body. Soon, it gathered in his fingertips.

At first, the magic that only resembled a human head suddenly swelled to a size larger than a thatched roof. The magic, so dark that it seemed to suck everything in, appeared like a burning black sun.

Just as Danjagang was about to bring his hand down, shapes of blue flame-like tension urgently and abundantly poured towards him, countless in number. Each of them carried a tremendous power, enough to crush even strong spirits.

However, without a hint of hesitation, Danjagang lowered his hand.

"Ooooooh!"

The burning black sun engulfed the blue flames, contorting and devouring Chung Myung's body as it soared.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The black sun blazed on the ground, shaking the entire world. Even the well-prepared practitioners could not resist the aftermath of the massive explosion, being thrown here and there.

"Ch...!"

Baek Cheon's eyes widened as if about to tear apart.

"Chung Myungaaaaaaaa!"

The desperate scream was completely buried under the successive explosions.