Pamyeong was reading all of Bu Eunseol's movements in advance with an intuition close to precognition.
But the one who deployed the sword form just now was not Bu Eunseol, but…… his other personality, Baekri Geomha.
'Even if the same form is drawn from the same body, if the personality changes, its essence changes as well.'
―Depending on the personality, will, experience, and emotion.
The way qi is operated changes, doesn't it?
Depending on which personality holds the initiative, even if it is the same form.
Everything from the way muscles are used to reaction speed and power distribution can change completely…….
Bu Eunseol, who recalled the words Baekri Geomha said in their childhood, had obtained the decisive clue to crumble Pamyeong's power.
The power that destroys fate was actually, with a super-sense close to precognition.
Grasping the enemy's movements, the operation of true energy, habits, personality, etc. to predict and break them.
Though deployed through Bu Eunseol's physical body, it was Baekri Geomha's sword to the end.
Pamyeong thoroughly calculated and prepared for Bu Eunseol's sword forms, but since the being swinging the sword was different, all those predictions had become meaningless.
'Normally, we wouldn't have been able to take turns attacking like this with Baekri Geomha.'
Pamyeong, fearing Bu Eunseol's Transcendental Unity, immediately deployed the Beginning Path Mind Sword and forcibly split their personalities.
As a result, even without separately deploying Illusion Upon Illusion.
They could control the physical body according to their will, and became able to deploy sword forms using Baekri Geomha's personality.
Ultimately, what broke Pamyeong's super-senses was.
Not a superiority in strength, but the unpredictability itself born from the boundary where two personalities tangled.
Swish-sh-sh-sh!
Meanwhile, at extreme close range, the Silent Tiger Soul Sword danced once again.
It was a third-rate sword art said to not even be taught in neighborhood martial arts halls, the Three Forms of Sky-Leveling.
Pat-pat!
Surprisingly, Pamyeong couldn't block the Three Forms of Sky-Leveling, and red streaks of blood were created across his entire body.
Pamyeong, who had until now through his transcendental senses.
Grasped all of the enemy's movements and returned them to seize victory.
When he faced a sword form with a completely different sword intent and rhythm than before.
Couldn't respond properly, his hands and feet became dizzy, and the moderation of his moves all disappeared.
"How!"
Pamyeong shouted as if he couldn't understand.
Through generations, the majesty of the Three Attendants had not been broken even once in the martial world, and there had been no such thing as defeat.
Even if it wasn't the true body's flesh, even if he couldn't use proper Soul Demon Dharma Energy.
For that greenhorn to overwhelm him?
It was an incomprehensible and unacceptable situation.
Pat-pat-pat!
Meanwhile, sharp sword aura brushed past, and streaks of blood were drawn on his flank and cheek.
The third form of the Three Forms of Sky-Leveling, Great Peace of the Eight Extremes.
He had suffered wounds again from a sword technique simply swung in eight directions.
"Huuuugh."
A minute rupture occurred in Pamyeong's spirit. That crack soon caused his super-senses to twist.
"Khaaaah!"
Matching a bizarre shriek, his skin split once again, and pitch-black radiance shot up from every crevice.
At that, a massive demon-god idol filled the sky once again.
Drawing out the Soul Demon Dharma Energy sleeping in his primordial spirit once more, he intended to cut off Bu Eunseol's breath this time for sure.
'I've waited for this.'
But that was a fatal blunder by Pamyeong, who lost his composure due to anger and humiliation.
He might have done so because he was confident that any counterattack would be useless once he activated the Soul Demon Dharma Energy.
But against an expert like Bu Eunseol.
He should not have allowed such a long opening.
"This is the end. Pamyeong."
Sa-a-a-a.
That moment, yellowish-green radiance began to bloom on the earth where Bu Eunseol stood.
The dry dirt held moisture and softly swelled up, and crevices were slowly filled as if wounds were healing.
Silent Tiger Soul Eclipse.
As a peerlessly absolute secret art containing the qi of nature, yearning for life even amidst death, was deployed.
Even the landscape of nature was changing.
Sa-a-a-a.
That moment, small specks of light began to stick to Pamyeong's body.
One, two, ten, a hundred…… soon tens of thousands of blue specks covered his body.
Crackle, sizzle.
As the specks of light covered him, blue stems began to slowly shoot up around the burned reed field where he stood.
When the land dominated by ash gray and black instantly began to be dyed with a clear green light that dazzled the eyes.
[Uuuuu―!]
A bizarre scream was heard from the demon-god idol floating in the sky.
[This Venerable Lord's Soul Demon Dharma Energy accumulated while recovering the body for decades is――!]
The desperate shout did not continue to the end.
Fwoosh.
In no time, the massive demon-god idol vanished without a trace.
Thud.
Simultaneously, Pamyeong, no, Wi Cheongun's towering body collapsed as if crumbling.
The True Demon's secret art that had been encroaching upon his body had vanished in an instant.
Swoosh.
Though a person had fallen.
The Silent Tiger Soul Eclipse did not bring death, and still evoked the energy of life.
Weeds grew in the dry rocky terrain, and.
The murky sky without a single ray of sunlight soon cleared the clouds and poured out a bright light.
Millions of light specks created by the Silent Tiger Soul Eclipse became a dazzling silver carpet and scattered in the wind.
"Where is this."
The fallen Pamyeong, no, Wi Cheongun slowly opened his eyes.
He continuously looked around as if he couldn't remember the events up to now.
"Why am I here……."
Wi Cheongun blinked his eyes for a long while.
"I was dying?"
He had suffered from a strange disease since childhood.
Fortunately, as he continuously gained promotions in the Myriad Gold Merchant Guild, he intermittently obtained spiritual medicines to prolong his life, but.
Ultimately, the medicines didn't work, and he was dying in his quarters while vomiting blood.
Yet to suddenly open his eyes in a desolate desert?
"Is this hell?"
Sweeping his two cheeks, he looked down at his palm when it became damp.
"Uwaaah!"
He let out a scream.
Only then did he realize that one of his ears was gone and blood was dripping.
"Uuuugh."
Picking up the ear that fell at his feet, he looked around and then began to run frantically.
Thinking he had been kidnapped, it seemed he quickly fled the area.
'As expected, the secret art only works on those who are dying.'
Meanwhile, while floating in the distant void.
Bu Eunseol's eyes narrowed as he looked down at the muttering Wi Cheongun.
Unlike Sa Woo, he had not recovered his memories from the intervening time. That might be because he hadn't learned martial arts.
'There is no time.'
Bu Eunseol soon deployed a movement technique like thunder.
Since he had defeated Pamyeong.
He now had to go rescue the martial artists of the Death Shadow Corps who had fallen into crisis.
* * *
The Mind's Eye was created to survive the attacks of mighty strong enemies transcending martial arts.
But a mental world has no limits, and can exert mysterious functions as much as desired according to the caster's will.
Therefore, for the worst-case scenario, Yoo Unryong.
Had prepared a method in advance to fight a do-or-die battle with the enemy within the Mind's Eye.
The Mind's Eye Four-Shadow Formation.
It was an attack formation where functions continuing in four stages overlapped, each stage exerting unique power, and.
It was an annihilation formation capable of destroying the enemy in a single breath.
The first of those functions was exactly Lurking Shadow.
Swoosh, clang.
In no time, numerous mirrors appeared before the Blood-Demon War Host.
"……?"
The martial artists of the Blood-Demon War Host were briefly flustered, but soon looked at the mirrors drawing their gazes as if bewitched.
Pat!
That moment, the martial artists of the Death Shadow Corps swam between mirror and mirror like shadows, and cut off their necks in an instant.
And vanished like phantoms once again.
Pssh-ssh-ssh.
As the martial artists' necks were cut helplessly,
"Shatter all the mirrors!"
The Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows issued an order in a loud voice.
Crash!
The martial artists of the Blood-Demon War Host began to continuously shatter the mirrors using their internal power.
As numerous mirrors smashed with loud noises, the figures of the Death Shadow Corps martial artists hiding inside were revealed.
At that, an even more surprising thing happened.
Weren't the number of Death Shadow Corps martial artists hiding in the mirrors over thousands?
Lingering Shadow.
The second function of the Mind's Eye Four-Shadow Formation.
Lingering Shadow had been deployed.
Swoosh-swoosh-swoosh!
Thanks to the effect of Lingering Shadow.
The Death Shadow Corps martial artists were alone creating dozens of afterimages, dazzling the enemies' vision.
The Blood-Demon War Host maintained an overwhelmingly superior force, but they couldn't tell which shadows were the real Death Shadow Corps martial artists, and.
Ultimately, they were continuing a disadvantageous battle.
Rather, the Death Shadow Corps martial artists poured out a preemptive attack toward the Blood-Demon War Host.
Swoosh-swoosh-swoosh!
Even if they deployed simple sword arts, thousands of sharp sword aura poured out due to the effect of Lingering Shadow.
In this kind of chaos, the martial artists of the Blood-Demon War Host were falling like sheaves of straw.
"Those are all illusions!"
"Do not fear, advance!"
The Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows shouted loudly.
Having figured out that the majority of the pouring sword aura were afterimages.
―Uwaaah!
But that was the Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows' misjudgment.
A portion of the sword aura thought to be entirely illusions were actually emitted, and.
Cut down the Blood-Demon War Host martial artists in a single breath.
―Khuuuugh!
The Blood-Demon War Host were entirely those who had learned evil secret arts, and always seized victory by pouring out only overwhelming attacks.
Therefore, they couldn't even respond to an attack like this and were rushing about in confusion.
"Do not think of picking out the afterimages, crash into them with all your might!"
"Do not spare your lives, charge straight ahead!"
As the Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows' stern commands fell.
The Blood-Demon War Host risked death and threw their bodies into the recklessly pouring whirlpool of sword aura.
Pa-pa-pa-pat!
Numerous sword aura poured down, but.
Because not everything was real, the damage was not as great as thought.
This time, the Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows' command hit the mark properly.
"Now!"
Seizing the opportunity, the Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows cornered the Death Shadow Corps in a single breath.
Sa-sa-sa-sa.
But the behavior of the Blood-Demon War Host rushing in madly gradually changed strangely.
"Uuuuuh!"
"Aaaagh!"
Weren't they suddenly rolling around grabbing their heads, or committing suicide by cutting their own hearts or necks?
Phantom.
When the world of Lingering Shadow broke.
Infiltrating directly into the enemies' minds to show the most terrible fears, the third function of the Mind's Eye Four-Shadow Formation.
The Phantom formation had been deployed.
"Save me!"
"I was wrong!"
The cultists of the Blood-Demon War Host.
Were vividly seeing illusions of comrades betraying them, phantoms of loved ones dying before their eyes.
Or nightmares of falling into an endless abyss.
The Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows tried to break the phantoms by deploying the Blood Cult's magic arts, but to the end, this was the Mind's Eye.
Even if their magic arts were incredible, the power of the Mind's Eye was more powerful here, inevitably.
"These bastards, until the end!"
When over half of the Blood-Demon War Host cultists died, the Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows' eyes turned upside down.
Mumble mumble.
As the two people joined forces to form hand seals and deploy magic arts,
Swooosh.
The blood flowing from the corpses of the Blood-Demon War Host evaporated, and soon black fog bloomed.
They began to break the phantoms using the dead martial artists of the War Host.
Crack. Sizzle.
The corpses' limbs twisted and bones began to pop out.
Craaack.
Even as the corpses continuously twisted and broke, the Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows deployed their magic arts endlessly without caring.
Pa-ah! Pa-a-a-ah!
When the phantoms were ultimately broken by their magic arts,
Crack. Swooosh.
Finally, the landscape of the Mind's Eye slowly broke.
At that, the figures of the real Death Shadow Corps martial artists who had been hiding in the darkness were perfectly revealed.
"The rats have finally revealed themselves."
Pitch-black radiance bloomed in the pupils of the Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows.
"You bastards will not die comfortably."
The Blood-Demon War Host still had fifteen hundred forces remaining, and above all, the Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows were in good health.
It was absolutely impossible to win with only the three hundred Death Shadow Corps martial artists.
"From now on……!"
The moment Pung Jilseong was about to give the order for a total attack.
Tss-tss-tss-tss.
It was then.
Suddenly, the figures of the Death Shadow Corps martial artists began to sway blurrily like heat haze.
Their bodies slowly spread sideways like ink smudging in water, and soon another 'self' walked out from the main body.
One became two, and two became four.
In the blink of an eye, the ranks of martial artists, which were merely dozens, instantly swelled to hundreds as if unfolding an army of shadows behind their backs.
The newly appeared martial artists were so exquisite that one couldn't distinguish whether they were real entities or illusions.
All had the exact same posture and solemn eyes without the slightest error from the main body.
Heart Shadow.
As the last function of the Mind's Eye Four-Shadow Formation.
Gathering the mental power of all the Death Shadow Corps martial artists.
They had deployed a mental world that shook the enemies' spirits once again.
"Is everyone ready!"
At Yoo Unryong's shout,
Thump!
The Death Shadow Corps martial artists stomped their feet and took attack stances.
Clatter.
Yoo Unryong newly unfastened a ten-section staff he had tied around his waist, besides the ten-section staff he was holding.
Vwooong.
As he injected internal power, radiant light spread out from the two ten-section staffs standing upright like spear shafts.
"Annihilate (滅)!"
At Yoo Unryong's shout,
Rumble. Swoosh-swoosh-swoosh!
The Death Shadow Corps martial artists' attack began.
They had continued harsh training up until now, and polished the method of restraining their emotions.
Even in this desperate battle.
They were pouring out attacks while maintaining an exquisite formation without an inch of error.
"Khaaaagh!"
"Uwaaagh!"
Due to the effect of Heart Shadow, not only did the Death Shadow Corps martial artists each create dozens of afterimages.
The power of their martial arts became extremely profound.
The number of enemies was over five times as many, but rather, the Death Shadow Corps martial artists were overwhelming the cultists of the Blood-Demon War Host.
Pat-pat.
At that time, Yoo Unryong and Myo Cheonwoo, who deployed their movement techniques, blocked the front of the Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows.
"You guys will play with us."
Pung Jilseong looked at Yoo Unryong and Myo Cheonwoo standing before them, bearing a sneer.
"Perhaps because you're subordinates of that Martial Soul Command Lord, you have no fear."
He looked at Gubira standing next to him and spoke coldly.
"Even if the Blood-Demon War Host falls, there are no forces capable of defeating this Protector…… ultimately, the victory belongs to our Cult."
That wasn't simple confidence.
The Ghost-Slaying Spirit, Pung Jilseong.
The Red-Handed, Gubira.
The Blood Cult's Protectors, the Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows, were.
Incredible experts whose victory couldn't be guaranteed even if the war host forces of any alliance rushed them all at once.
No matter how much this was inside the Mind's Eye.
It was close to impossible to defeat those two with only Yoo Unryong and Myo Cheonwoo.
"It has always been so."
Yoo Unryong said lowly.
"This Hall has fought harsh and disadvantageous battles where we never once expected an easy victory."
At that, Myo Cheonwoo, standing side by side, grinned and said.
"That's right. Among the enemies we defeated, there was no one weaker than those guys."
Though they received Bu Eunseol's help.
In the past, the two people had already competed against the Spearman, who was an expert of the Limitless Realm, in the Mind's Eye.
Much less now when their martial arts realization had risen incomparably to back then, it was worth risking a do-or-die battle against the two Protectors.
"Quite useful, these specimens."
Gubira, looking back and forth between Yoo Unryong and Myo Cheonwoo, darted her tongue.
Not only were they both rare handsome men, they possessed unbending righteous vigor and unique personalities.
To the witch who had constantly made the handsome men of the world her playthings.
They were truly like eye-opening treasures.
"Give it up. Because they aren't guys useful for amusement."
Pung Jilseong, who saw through Gubira's mind, clicked his tongue.
"Looking at their momentum, it seems we won't be able to kill them easily even if we join forces."
"Is that so."
Gubira let out a sigh as if it was a shame.
It was a shame, but she would have to swallow her tears and just beat them to death.
"I can't help it, I'll have to be satisfied with cutting off those handsome skulls and displaying them."
Gubira, pulling out a sharp dagger from her bosom, darted her tongue on the blade.
* * *
The Mind's Eye was completely broken.
And among the three hundred martial artists of the Death Shadow Corps.
Those standing on their own two feet were less than a third.
Every single one of them had become drenched in blood, and there were also those whose bones were visible or whose fingers or arms were cut off.
The majority were collapsed while curled up in pools of blood, or gasping for breath with their weapons stuck in the ground.
Yoo Unryong and Myo Cheonwoo were collapsed spread-eagle with their heads entirely slammed into the floor.
"Are you…… alive?"
At Myo Cheonwoo's mutter while collapsed, Yoo Unryong barely opened his mouth with a heavily swollen face.
"I (我)…… Live (活)."
The two people had also suffered fatal wounds, but they kept their lives.
Whether they were collapsed in hideous postures, or couldn't move a single finger having fallen into a state of collapse.
That was not important.
Live (活).
The important thing was that they were alive.
In contrast, the Blood-Drunk Twin Shadows were standing tall in a majestic posture.
Pung Jilseong was frozen like a stone statue with his two eyes glaring wide open without a single scratch.
All his internal organs had melted away due to Myo Cheonwoo's Silver Flame Palm.
Gubira was holding her body perfectly straight like a line.
Because a ten-section staff had dug in from the crown of her head and was stuck down to her mouth.
Like a fish skewered on a branch, she met a painful death with her mouth wide open.
"Huuu, huuu."
Won Semun, Wi Cheongyeong, Jo Namcheon, etc., who commanded the Death Shadow Corps martial artists, were also all lying face down on the floor with their bodies torn like rags.
Because they had struggled desperately so that not a single one of their subordinate martial artists would get hurt.
A proud sense of self-esteem surfaced in their eyes.
They accomplished what no war host in the martial world could accomplish.
The Blood Cult's two Protectors and the Blood-Demon War Host, one of the Blood Cult's main war hosts…….
Were defeated with the three-hundred-strong Death Shadow War Host.
"When the Lord comes……."
At that time, Wi Cheongyeong, who was lying down, looked at the sky and said.
"We'll save face."
At that, Won Semun and Jo Namcheon also grinned with swollen faces.
"Will he…… praise us."
Their training up until now had not been in vain.
The Death Shadow Corps martial artists all reached a martial arts realm exceeding expectations, and.
The Mind's Eye was proven to be the strongest formation art harmonizing attack and defense fused as one.
The Death Shadow Corps was proven to be the most powerful elite group in Majeon's history, no……
In the history of the martial world.
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