Chapter 102
Yeo Un-hwi’s answer was delivered with a single broken and rusted sword. His unbelievable martial prowess sent a wave of silence through the underground arena.
The perverted degenerates who had been invited as distinguished guests,
The people watching below from the underground prison
And Doil, Myeonghyeon, and Jongpal.
All of them were equally at a loss for words.
When a person witnesses something so utterly unbelievable, they are often rendered speechless.
And how could they not be? Before their very eyes, the Phantom Divine Monarch, one of the Ten Great Masters who held sway over the Murim, was being overwhelmingly crushed.
By a young man who looked far younger than him.
Did this even make sense?
But the one who found the current reality most impossible to accept was none other than the Phantom Divine Monarch himself.
His own Signature Technique had been nullified by a single old, rusted sword.
What’s more, this man was someone he had never even heard of before.
For a moment, he even wondered if one of the Twelve Venerables of the World had put on a Human Skin Mask and come to find him.
But that couldn't be.
Among them, the only one who had coveted the Guardian Mirror was the Spear Ghost.
He had even failed, lost face, and never appeared before him again.
The others considered using the Guardian Mirror a disgrace.
To the Phantom Divine Monarch, their way of thinking was laughable, even if they were the Twelve Venerables.
In any case, there was no way this man could be one of the Twelve Venerables for that reason.
Besides, if it were the Spear Ghost, he wouldn't have made things so complicated.
He was the type of person who hated bothersome things.
If that was the case, then a truly unknown master had appeared before him.
As if he had fallen from the sky.
And of all places, right in front of him.
The emergence of a new master was an interesting event.
But the story changed if you were the opponent who heralded that master’s emergence.
It meant you had become the stepping stone.
Now, the Phantom Divine Monarch decided he would no longer act with arrogance before Yeo Un-hwi.
The plan had changed.
He had to survive, no matter what.
No matter what dirty humiliation he had to endure, as long as he was alive, he could always climb back up.
Therefore, the most urgent task was now to escape this situation by any means necessary.
The Phantom Divine Monarch’s eyes gleamed.
If it were anyone else, there would have been no other way.
It was impossible to escape from a master stronger than oneself.
Unless one’s light-body technique was exceptionally superior.
But unfortunately, this man was skilled enough to read and see through his Phantom Step, so it was better to give up on that cleanly.
If he tried to test it, his head might just fly off.
In that case, there was only one thing left.
As long as I have this, I will not die! Heh heh!
There was still one divine move left to the Phantom Divine Monarch.
As if he had quickly forgotten the shock of defeat, he laughed heartily to himself.
Because he believed that the survivor is the victor in the end.
*Swish.*
He slowly brought his hand to his chest.
“Alright. I admit that you are stronger than I. But!”
He soon pulled something out from his robes.
In that instant, Yeo Un-hwi’s eyes flashed.
“You can never kill me! Never!”
Pushed to the very end by Yeo Un-hwi, he finally drew out the Guardian Mirror.
And then,
“Guardian!”
The moment he chanted the command to activate the Guardian Mirror, a round barrier formed around the Phantom Divine Monarch.
He felt a sense of relief.
It’s done now.
But then,
“*Guheo... keoheok?*”
Just as he was about to burst into laughter, his voice wouldn't come out properly.
He soon felt a void in his neck.
And when he touched it, he realized that blood was gushing out.
He had been struck.
He had definitely deployed the barrier... so when on earth?
It was an attack of unimaginably tremendous speed.
The Phantom Divine Monarch hadn't even noticed when or how he had been hit.
“*Gurgle... grrrk...*”
He hurriedly tried to block the hole in his neck with both hands, but it was already too late.
The Phantom Divine Monarch stared at Yeo Un-hwi with eyes of disbelief.
With eyes that asked, *What in the world are you?*
The Phantom Divine Monarch had been struck by the Extreme Evil Laughing Demon’s “Striking Kill Finger.”
Now, in this world, the only one who can use it was Yeo Un-hwi.
But its power was on a different level from when the Extreme Evil Laughing Demon had used it.
It had become faster, more precise, and more destructive.
To the point where it could be called a different martial art altogether.
Looking at the disbelieving Phantom Divine Monarch, Yeo Un-hwi gave a smirk.
“My apologies. I’m in a hurry, you see. This has already taken up too much time, so I have to get going.”
Yeo Un-hwi had been waiting the entire time to see where the Phantom Divine Monarch kept the Guardian Mirror and when he would take it out.
If he hadn't had it on him, he would have run to where the Guardian Mirror was, and Yeo Un-hwi had planned to follow him. If he had had it, he would have used it, so he had planned to wait for that moment.
That was why he had dragged out a fight he could have ended in an instant.
Well, fortunately, it seemed he had it in his robes.
*That crazy bastard...*
Looking at Yeo Un-hwi, who treated him like a third-rate martial artist until the very end, the Phantom Divine Monarch wanted to spit out a torrent of curses.
But,
“*Gurgle... grrrk...*”
Unable to utter a single curse, the Phantom Divine Monarch’s eyes rolled back, and he planted his face into the ground.
*Swoooosh.*
With his body limp, the barrier-like wall that had surrounded him lost its light.
Yeo Un-hwi strode over and took the Guardian Mirror that was held in the Phantom Divine Monarch’s hand.
He was holding it so tightly that Yeo Un-hwi had to break his fingers.
It seemed his possessiveness over the Guardian Mirror was just that great.
In any case, he had finally obtained the Guardian Mirror.
So it’s the type that stops its activation when the user dies? Interesting.
Though he said it so easily, it was by no means an easy feat.
Even the Phantom Divine Monarch would never have imagined it in his wildest dreams.
In the fleeting moment between chanting the command and the barrier forming, his opponent would pierce his neck.
If it weren't Yeo Un-hwi, it was impossible to know how many people could have accomplished such a thing in the entire Murim.
“Wh-what in the world!”
“The Phantom Divine Monarch is dead?”
“If this is the case, aren’t we in danger too? We have to get out of here...!”
They had believed without a doubt that the Phantom Divine Monarch would win, but the distinguished guests who had been invited to this place were in an uproar at his completely unexpected death.
They hurriedly rose from their seats and moved about frantically to escape.
However,
*KUUUNG.*
When Yeo Un-hwi-hwi-hwi stomped his foot with a True Stomp, a tremendous energy spread out and dominated the entire arena.
“*Heok!*”
“*Hup!*”
At that energy, the bodies of the perverted degenerates, invited here under the name of “distinguished guests,” froze solid.
“Who said you could leave?”
His quiet murmur was heard clearly in the ears of everyone in the arena.
“From now on, anyone who moves dies instantly.”
“P-please spare me! I’m innocent!”
One of the distinguished guests, the Eldest Young Master of the Myriad Ears Clan, opened his mouth.
“Innocent?”
“That’s right. Our only crime was watching. We didn’t kill anyone!”
“That’s right. We’re innocent! We just came because we were invited and told there was a good spectacle to see!”
After being silent in fear, the others chimed in once one person spoke up.
They pleaded their innocence with shameless faces until the end.
“The Phantom Divine Monarch and the Joy Palace were the ones who kidnapped and killed people. We know nothing!”
A bitter sneer formed on Yeo Un-hwi’s lips.
“Ah. Is that so? You all know nothing?”
“Th-that’s right!”
“Then how is it that you know the Phantom Divine Monarch kidnapped people? And who were those bastards who were enjoying themselves and cackling while watching innocent, ordinary people die at the hands of beasts and the Joy Palace disciples in this underground arena?”
“Th-that’s.”
This man knew everything.
Without missing a single detail.
In that moment, the degenerates invited as distinguished guests were at a loss for words.
Their act had come to an end.
“What do you think, you three?”
As if there were no more excuses to be heard, Yeo Un-hwi’s gaze soon turned to Doil, Myeonghyeon, and Jongpal.
At Yeo Un-hwi-hwi-hwi’s question, the three men bit their lips hard.
If it had been in the past.
Perhaps they might have given a different answer.
But now it was different.
Through this incident, they had clearly seen just how cruel and brutal humans could be.
And the most horrifying thing was that even though these terrible events were carried out for their entertainment, they claimed they had done nothing wrong.
*Grind.*
You are pieces of trash. How many innocent people have died because of you!
Today, if it hadn't been their turn first, it wouldn't have mattered. No, if Yeo Un-hwi hadn't been there, everyone in the prison would have been killed.
Among them were children, a pregnant woman, and the elderly.
And yet they intended to enjoy the sight of such people being thrown as food to beasts and dying horribly! They had enjoyed it until then!
And what? They were innocent?
Blood vessels stood out in the eyes of Doil, Myeonghyeon, and Jongpal.
“I will do as you wish. Do they deserve to die? Or are they innocent?”
“They deserve to die.”
At Yeo Un-hwi-hwi-hwi’s question, the three answered simultaneously without a moment’s hesitation.
Doil, too, thought that these were beings less than insects, whom even the Buddha would never forgive.
Any hesitation in his heart had long since vanished.
“Good. Then it’s decided.”
Yeo Un-hwi slowly turned his body to face the degenerates, who were no less evil than the Phantom Divine Monarch.
And he said, with cold eyes shining.
“All of you, die.”
“N-no...”
It was no different from a death sentence.
Soon, their bodies, scattered throughout the arena, began to explode.
For some, it was their hands and arms, for some, their groins, for some, their chests.
None of them died at once.
To die instantly would be a discourtesy to the innocent people who had died for their pleasure.
“*Kuaaaaargh!*”
“S-save me! N-no! Kill meee!”
Their horrific screams echoed through the arena.
Thus, those who had made the deaths of others their entertainment were all killed on the spot.
Whoever they were, it happened in the most painful and horrific way in the world.
That day, the Phantom Divine Monarch, one of the Ten Great Masters, and the Joy Palace, of which he was the lord, and the degenerates who had come to watch the arena, all vanished from this world.
After the situation was completely settled, Doil, who had been hesitating for a moment, spoke to Yeo Un-hwi, who was straightening his clothes as if to leave.
“Excuse me, may I ask for your esteemed name?”
His attitude was one of utmost respect.
“Me?”
“Yes. You saved us, so we must at least know your name to repay you.”
“We will meet someday. Then you will naturally come to know.”
Yeo Un-hwi had no intention of revealing his identity right away.
And in his mind, they were people he might meet once.
He thought it would be fine for them to find out then.
Yeo Un-hwi gave a faint smile and bid them farewell.
“I’ll leave it to you to release those in the prison. Well then, I’ll be on my way,”
“Ah, w-wait a moment!”
Jongpal hurriedly tried to stop him, but Yeo Un-hwi had already vanished.
It was an incredible Footwork Technique.
He still had so much to ask, but it was hard to think he would leave just like that.
Everyone felt a sense of disappointment.
Doil opened his mouth.
“He is truly an astonishing person.”
“Indeed, he is.”
At his words, Myeonghyeon and Jongpal nodded their heads.
His incredible martial prowess, which had toyed with one of the Ten Great Masters as if he were a child, and his elusiveness were notable.
How could such a person’s name not yet be known?
*By the way, what did he mean by that?*
*That they would meet someday?*
*Who on earth was he?*
Doil, Myeonghyeon, and Jongpal were simply left with a sense of wonder.