My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven [Novel] Chapter 148

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[Chapter 148] The Most Miserable Death

Thanks to the furious Ma Seak charging at Sama Ryang, Yeo Woonhwi was able to step back for a moment and observe the situation.

Of course, there was a good reason he stepped back so readily.

First of all, this was an internal affair of the Heretic Alliance, taking place right within its walls.

Therefore, Yeo Woonhwi, a member of the Orthodox faction, had neither the obligation nor the justification to actively intervene.

Secondly, even if Yeo Woonhwi was the one who had uncovered Sama Ryang’s true identity, he couldn’t simply dispose of Sama Ryang as he pleased.

For matters like this, the process was important.

If he ignored that, there was a risk that Yeo Woonhwi, essentially a third party from the Heretic Alliance’s perspective, would face unnecessary misunderstandings.

That was why he had taken a step back and observed the situation until now.

It would have been best if the situation could be resolved by the Black Martial Emperor, but as expected of the Dark Calamity, they had made thorough preparations.

‘Not bad.’

However, through this incident, he had learned how the Dark Calamity plotted and prepared their schemes.

From Yeo Woonhwi’s perspective, it was a worthwhile harvest.

And finally, the time for Yeo Woonhwi to step forward had come.

No matter if he was from the Unorthodox faction, he had no intention of letting Dokgo Yeong die like this.

If he did, he’d have restless dreams.

‘He’s a uselessly upright and proper gentleman. Makes me care about him.’

It made him wonder if it was really okay for the leader of the Heretic Alliance to act like that.

Seeing Yeo Woonhwi step forward, Sama Ryang smirked.

“Right. You were here.”

Sama Ryang’s eyes, fixed on Yeo Woonhwi, gleamed with unbridled malice.

“I was planning on giving you the most agonizing death in the end anyway. You’re the one who completely ruined all my plans.”

Naturally, just the sight of Yeo Woonhwi made him grind his teeth in rage.

Perhaps the person he truly needed to vent his anger on was none other than Yeo Woonhwi.

But before that, there was something he was more curious about than anything else.

“You bastard. Just how did you find out my identity, and how do you know about the Dark Calamity? Does it have something to do with those golden glowing eyes of yours? Tell me what kind of ability that is, right now. If you do, I’ll kill you a little less painfully.”

“Sorry, but I have no intention of telling you. And I definitely have no intention of dying, either.”

Despite Sama Ryang’s threats, spat out alongside a fierce surge of energy, Yeo Woonhwi merely offered a very relaxed smile.

“But I am more than willing to beat you to death right here, right now.”

“What? You arrogant, crazy bastard!”

He was a guy who just wouldn’t listen to reason.

He seemed to possess some strange ability from somewhere, and Sama Ryang found that incredibly displeasing.

There was nothing more to see.

Whoosh!

Soon, Sama Ryang cracked his whip fiercely.

“Fine, let’s go. Let’s see if you still talk the same way after one of your arms is cut off!”

His whip lashed out ferociously at Yeo Woonhwi, looking ready to tear him to shreds at any moment.

However,

Swish.

In an instant, Yeo Woonhwi’s figure completely vanished from his sight.

Having lost its target, Sama Ryang’s whip cleaved through the empty air.

“Huh? Where do you think you’re…”

“Right here.”

At that moment, Yeo Woonhwi’s voice came from behind Sama Ryang.

Startled, Sama Ryang hurriedly tried to step back, but,

Slice.

Something fell to the ground with a thud.

It was Sama Ryang’s left arm.

Wearing a blank expression for a brief moment, a horrifying shriek erupted from Sima Liang’s lips.

“Keuuugh! Aaaaaargh!”

This can’t be happening.

Even amidst the agonizing pain of having his arm severed, Sama Ryang wore a look of utter shock.

He hadn’t seen it at all.

Not even the motion of drawing the saber.

Just what on earth was this…

Clutching his severed arm and quickly putting distance between them, Sama Ryang looked at Yeo Woonhwi with trembling eyes.

“Hoh. I was aiming for your neck, but you dodged it. I’ll give you credit for that.”

Yeo Woonhwi’s eyes curved into gentle crescents.

The moment he saw that smile, Sama Riang felt the hair on his entire body stand on end.

He wasn’t just a guy who used some strange witchcraft?

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

The others watching were also astonished.

Above all, the Black Martial Emperor, Dokgo Yeong, was the most surprised.

Even he hadn’t seen it.

Forget the movement of the blade, he hadn’t seen a single thing.

Just who in the world was that man.

The Captain of the White Wolf Troop, whom he had conversed with every evening at the banquets up until now, looked like a completely different person.

Meanwhile, Yeo Woonhwi smirked as he looked at Sama Ryang.

“Looks like you’re the one who lost an arm, not me.”

“Y-you bastard…”

Just as he was about to spit out a curse, Yeo Woonhwi’s two eyes began to dye golden once more.

Seeing that, Sama Ryang involuntarily shut his mouth.

His pupils were shaking as if an earthquake had struck.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Again.

The moment he saw those eyes, Sama Ryang felt incredibly nauseous.

It felt as though he was facing something he absolutely should never have laid eyes on.

An inexplicable, immense fear began to suffocate him.

Right, it wasn’t a misunderstanding.

He thought it was simply due to the situation, but that wasn’t the case.

The source of the inexplicable unease he had felt this entire time was none other than Yeo Woonhwi.

He’s dangerous.

Not just regarding the current situation, but a thought…no, a firm conviction, took root in his mind that this man before him might become a massive stumbling block to the Dark Calamity’s grand enterprise in the future.

If that’s the case…

‘I will eliminate him right here. No matter what it takes.’

Sama Ryang made up his mind.

Then, his aura completely shifted.

A black energy with a depth distinctly different from before began to undulate and pour out of Sama Ryang’s body.

He had finally unleashed all the power he possessed.

Soon, in place of his severed arm, black energy surged up in the shape of a sharp blade.

In the case of the puppets created by the Seed of Ruin, while their power was formidable enough to face the Ten Great Masters, they had the fatal flaw of the host being destroyed not long after.

Of course, the story would be different if they passed the blooming stage and reached full bloom.

In contrast, the executives of the Dark Calamity, including himself, were at a level where they could vie for supremacy even with the Twelve Venerables of the World.

However, that didn’t mean there was any reason to recklessly choose a frontal confrontation with the Murim.

There was no need to waste their forces pointlessly.

Of course, even if they were to wage a proper war against the absolute supreme masters representing the Murim, Sama Ryang was confident of victory.

Even at this moment, when He had not yet awakened.

Because within the Dark Calamity, above the nine executives including himself, there were six absolute masters.

However, the Dark Calamity chose a method to overthrow the Murim and achieve their will step by step, more securely and perfectly.

Why did they do that when they seemed perfectly capable of achieving what they wanted right this instant?

It was because of what happened long ago, when the Dark Calamity had accumulated the greatest power in history and invaded the Murim.

A single man had risen against the Dark Calamity as they rapidly swallowed the entire Murim without any hindrance.

The Martial God, Hyuk Jonghu. Because of that single man, the Dark Calamity was defeated.

However, the man with that cursed name was already dead, and the Heavenly Ghost Troop, who claimed to be his successors, had in reality failed to properly inherit the Martial God’s martial arts.

And now.

In the present era, with the return of Him not far off, Sama Ryang did not doubt that the Dark Calamity would achieve its will this time.

He had lived solely for that day.

Yet he never imagined he would be hindered in a place like this.

And he certainly never imagined a situation would arise where he’d have to reveal all his hidden power.

But since things had come to this.

Sama Ryang resolved that he would kill Yeo Woonhwi with his own hands, no matter what.

Rumble.

The aura overflowing from Sama Riang began to press down even upon the surrounding bystanders.

Seeing their faces turn pale and even struggling to breathe, Yeo Woonhwi stepped forward and lightly waved his hand.

Instantly, the pressure Sama Ryang was exerting on the bystanders vanished as if washed away.

Sama Ryang’s face twitched once more at the sight.

As expected, the more he looked at him, the more he felt he had to kill him right here and now.

“What are you doing?”

Looking at Sama Ryang, Yeo Woonhwi slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

Then, he lifted a finger and beckoned him to come quickly.

“Since we’ve come this far, there probably isn’t much left to say, so let’s end this without wasting any more time. Come on.”

“Arrogant bastard. Fine. I, too, refuse to look at your face any longer. Right now! I’ll kill you!”

“Acting tough.”

Sama Ryang’s eyes flashed instantly.

Then, he charged at Yeo Woonhwi at an incredible speed.

Crack! Bang! Ba-bang!

First, Sama Ryang’s whip flew from all directions, creating a sound that seemed to tear through the air.

Along with the irregularly flying whip, dozens of black slashes generated from Sama Ryang’s left arm flew toward Yeo Woonhwi.

Swish! Swiiiiish!

Even a single attack looked difficult to deal with, but with the whip on one side and slashes on the other flying at him relentlessly, it seemed impossible for Yeo Woonhwi to completely dodge all those attacks.

However,

Tap.

Yeo Woonhwi’s figure flickered.

Soon, his figure multiplied into dozens, perfectly dodging all the attacks Sama Ryang unleashed.

“Hmph!”

Despite that, Sama Ryang’s barrage did not easily stop.

Immense attacks closed in on Yeo Woonhwi from all directions without a moment’s rest.

Even in a situation where a momentary lapse in concentration would result in his neck being slashed or severed, Yeo Woonhwi remained calm, dodging every single attack without his breathing faltering even once.

This was his first proper battle against the Dark Calamity.

Yeo Woonhwi was carefully observing and watching everything Sama Ryang did.

Eventually, Sama Ryang briefly paused his attacks.

“Why aren’t you attacking?”

It wasn’t that he couldn’t attack. It was clear that he was choosing not to.

“Well, I wonder why?”

“So confident. Right. You certainly have the skills to back it up. But such carelessness is what always brings about an unexpected death.”

With chilling eyes, Sama Ryang unleashed his power once more.

Soon, black energy began to condense above his head.

It took the shape of a massive sphere.

Shortly after, Sama Ryang’s whip coiled around that sphere, merging into one.

“Let’s see how long you can keep up that relaxed attitude!”

Sama Ryang’s eyes glowed red.

[Annihilation Divine Wild Dance (滅絶神亂舞)]

As Sama Ryang’s secret technique revealed itself, everything in all directions began to be destroyed.

Boom! Kaboom!

The black sphere, bound by the whip, was swung wildly, obliterating everything in its path.

It was an immense amount of destructive power.

It went far beyond simply destroying the surrounding landscape, it was actively erasing existence itself.

“Uwaaaaaagh!”

“R-run away!”

The people who had been watching their fight from a relatively close distance until then hurriedly fled.

‘Damn.’

Yeo Woonhwi slightly furrowed his brow. If he dragged this out any longer, the damage would only increase.

If that’s the case.

The observation ends here.

Instantly, Yeo Woonhwi’s eyes sharpened.

Rumble.

He kicked off the ground, rapidly closing the distance at an incredible speed and digging into Sama Ryang’s opening.

“This is going to hurt a bit.”

[Demon Annihilation Palm (滅魔掌)]

At that moment, a golden energy erupted from Yeo Woonhwi’s hand.

“Keuheuuuugh!”

Taking a direct hit, Sama Ryang vomited a mouthful of blood.

His entire body trembled as if paralyzed.

However,

“Not… enough!”

Although he had taken a massive blow, Sama Ryang bit his lip even harder, drawing blood, and gathered all the Internal Energy he had left.

His eyes flashed with the intent to pour everything he had into this next strike.

Soon, the black energy caught at the end of his whip shot up into the sky and swelled to an enormous size.

“This is the strongest ultimate technique I possess. Try and withstand it if you can!”

[Annihilation Divine Violent Thunder (滅絶神暴雷)]

Darkness that looked as though night had fallen.

A black shadow was cast over everyone’s heads.

The black sphere, which had grown massive enough to obscure the sky, soon began to plummet toward Yeo Woonhwi’s head with a momentum that seemed capable of crushing the entire world.

The power Sama Ryang revealed at the very end was greater than Yeo Woonhwi had anticipated.

Yeo Woonhwi quickly scanned his surroundings.

Dodging was not an option.

There were still too many people within the attack’s range.

However, even during this horrific moment when most people were out of their minds with fear, only the White Wolf Troop and the Black Martial Emperor, Dokgo Yeong, were looking at Yeo Woonhwi with calm eyes.

‘Good grief. Don’t look at me with those eyes. It’s too much pressure.’

Having made up his mind, Yeo Woonhwi took a light breath in and out, then sheathed the saber in his hand once more.

He lowered his stance, steadied his breathing, and closed his eyes.

The massive black energy Sama Ryang unleashed was already closing in.

The corners of Sama Ryang’s mouth curled up.

He wouldn’t be able to do anything about this one.

He didn’t doubt it for a second.

But at that moment,

Flash.

Yeo Woonhwi opened his eyes.

And his saber swung at an invisible speed.

[One Saber to Annihilate Demons (滅魔一刀)]

A single slash.

That slash severed sound, severed space, and severed time.

And then, it severed everything Sama Ryang had.

Crackle, crack.

Kaaaaboom!

The massive black energy that had been plummeting with terrifying momentum over everyone’s heads shattered into thousands, tens of thousands of pieces, and vanished completely.

Thud, thud, thud.

Sama Ryang’s whip was sliced into pieces and fell to the ground.

And Sama Ryang was no exception.

A faint red line was drawn across his face, and the black blade that had sprouted in place of his severed arm crumbled into dust.

“…What is this? How could this happen? What… exactly are you?”

“Me? You already know perfectly well. I am the Captain of the White Wolf Troop.”

“Crazy… Tsk tsk. You expect me to believe that…?”

“That’s entirely up to you.”

The red line on Sama Ryang’s body, as he let out a hollow laugh, gradually darkened.

Yet, Sama Ryang didn’t seem to recognize the Martial God’s martial arts at all.

It was strange, but perhaps it was to be expected.

Because there was likely no one alive who had ever witnessed the Martial God’s martial arts and survived.

He had no intention of explaining it to him, though.

Because dying at the hands of some unknown nobody would likely be the most horrific and agonizing death, a true punishment for people like him.

Sure enough, Sama Ryang wore an incredibly bitter and resentful expression.

“To think this could happen. For me to die like this, in a place like this… My Lord… Ahhh…”

Sama Ryang slumped to his knees and reached out toward the sky.

At that moment, blood burst forth from the glaringly distinct red line, and Sama Ryang’s body split perfectly in half.

He died right there, still reaching out toward the distant sky.

The Chief Tactician whom the Heretic Alliance had been so proud of, the genius Sama Ryang.

He met a miserable, pathetic end as an unprecedented traitor to the Unorthodox faction.