CLS-Chapter 665

Chapter 665:

‘So quickly in one fell swoop!’

Cheong-young looked ahead in shock.

The aspect of the battlefield had changed. Just a moment ago, annihilation seemed unavoidable, but with just a few people jumping into the battlefield, the martial artists of the Central Plains were now pushing back the Demonic Cult in reverse.

If the main force of the Righteous Martial Alliance had reached Mount Hua, it wouldn’t be such a surprising thing. But right now, fewer than a hundred people had joined this Mount Hua battlefield.

Just by adding the strength of those hundred or so people, the Righteous Martial Alliance was stealing the advantage from the Demonic Cult.

‘No, that can’t be right!’

It wasn’t a hundred people.

Looking at it coldly, the current advantage was essentially seized by Wei Yan-ho alone.

The atmosphere changed the moment Wei Yan-ho appeared.

It was embarrassing to use such an expression for an enemy, but those Demonic Cult bastards who surpassed the Central Plains in bravery clearly hesitated the moment Wei Yan-ho showed himself.

An atmosphere where, despite spewing hostility and rage, they couldn’t readily charge forward.

In the midst of that, Wei Yan-ho sending the Mad Demon and Blood Demon flying was the finishing touch. Already at that moment, the momentum of the battlefield had completely shifted to the Righteous Martial Alliance’s side.

‘Just where is that child’s limit?’

From the first time I saw him, I thought he was an incomprehensible child, but I never imagined he would do this much.

There were thoughts that the Four Divine Strategists relied on Wei Yan-ho too heavily, but at this point, there was no choice but to praise the Four Divine Strategists’ foresight.

Look.

“What is there to gain by eating scraps!”

Wei Yan-ho’s sword emitted white light.

“Crawling all the way up here!”

Kwaaaaaaaaang!

“And bothering people, you damn bastards!”

It was quite noisy…

Anyway, Wei Yan-ho’s divine prowess was tremendous. The Demonic Cult members who stood in his way were swept away like autumn leaves before a strong wind.

‘To think I’d see such a sight in my lifetime.’

Cheong-young already had experience participating in past wars. The Demonic Cult members he knew were hateful and terrible beings, but he had no choice but to acknowledge that their power surpassed the Central Plains.

They were strong and also tenacious.

That’s why, despite their small numbers, they could drive the Central Plains back.

But now those incomparably brave Demonic Cult members were becoming docile sheep before Wei Yan-ho. No matter how relative everything in the world might be, he couldn’t help but be flustered by this enormous gap.

“Sect Leader!”

“Mmm!”

At the voice calling him, Cheong-young nodded heavily.

“Let’s go!”

“Yes!”

Drawing his Plum Blossom Sword, Cheong-young charged forward.

Analysis of the situation could be done later. Now wasn’t the time to analyze, but to entrust oneself to this flow.

‘Perhaps we can win!’

Something called hope rose in Cheong-young’s eyes.

“That guy, anyway.”

The Dark King clicked his tongue.

Though he was clicking his tongue, undeniable satisfaction was showing on his face.

‘Right, he should do at least this much.’

For Dang Cheon-gun, the emotions were bound to be fresh. Wasn’t it the Dark King who had elevated Wei Yan-ho, who was evaluated merely as a late-stage expert, to the position of an absolute master worthy of the world?

Of course, the Dark King Dang Cheon-gun hadn’t fought Wei Yan-ho with that intention, but as a result, it was true that Wei Yan-ho had gained recognition from the world using him as a stepping stone.

Wei Yan-ho had to show more.

The more Wei Yan-ho displayed his power, the more justified his defeat to Wei Yan-ho became. If he could also block the Demonic Cult in the process, who could blame him?

“…Are you looking elsewhere while I’m in front of you?”

The Fist Demon twisted his face.

Looking at such a Fist Demon, the Dark King chuckled.

“Even when I look elsewhere, you don’t attack, so where’s the reason not to look elsewhere?”

“This bastard?”

Anger rose in the Fist Demon’s eyes.

No matter how much the atmosphere had changed, there was no change in the gap between him and the Dark King. Yet the Dark King’s attitude had become relaxed, so from the Fist Demon’s perspective, it was infuriating.

“Do you think that one brat can change the tide of battle?”

“My, my. Being so slow. Can’t you feel that the tide has already changed? How dull.”

“How dare!”

“Tsk, tsk.”

The Dark King pushed both hands into his sleeves.

To be honest, he couldn’t handle the Fist Demon. Subduing the Fist Demon alone was impossible for him.

But now there was no need for that.

“Now, let’s play.”

Just holding him here was enough.

He didn’t need to defeat the Fist Demon. The situation was different from when he had to hurriedly subdue the Fist Demon and go help elsewhere. Now it was profitable just to keep the Fist Demon trapped here.

The remaining ones would be taken care of by that Wei Yan-ho.

“I’ll tear you to death.”

“That’s impossible at your speed.”

The Dark King pulled his hands from his sleeves with a sneer.

“Why are there so many!”

“Kyaaaah! Damn it! To think I’d be fighting at the front!”

“Amitabha, it would be good if you shut that mouth since it’s noisy.”

“What? You monk?”

“Shut your trap!”

Mu-san’s fist shot out powerfully.

Wooooooong!

Shaolin’s Heavy Fist extended with golden Buddha Light. The Demonic Cult members who received the Buddha Light spat blood and were pushed back. Not deflecting but pressing down heavily. It was the essence of Shaolin Fist that Shaolin proudly showed the world.

“These young bastards!”

“Damn monk!”

Curses flew at them.

It seemed the Demonic Cult members also felt humiliated being pushed back by those who still hadn’t shed their youthful appearance.

“Your mouths are still alive!”

At that moment, Peng Dao-ji rose above Mu-san’s head.

Paaaaat!

His blade cut through the air.

Simultaneously, over ten streams of red blade energy formed a half-moon and flew at the Demonic Cult members.

“Kheuk!”

“Kreup!”

Even with arms and legs cut off, these were Demonic Cult members who didn’t even scream properly. But regardless of their reaction, the fact that they had seized the advantage didn’t change.

“Beggar!”

“Coming, you bastard!”

Jang-il leaped forward. In his hands was a greenish club. It was the Striking Club he had received from Wang-geoji on the way here.

“Euraaaaaaah!“

The Striking Club swung wildly.

There was no form, no structure.

But the Beggar’s Sect’s Striking Club Technique transcended form and structure, ignoring method. The key was to contain martial arts within it.

Simply put, the Beggar’s Sect’s Striking Club Technique was about containing profound principles within the random club swinging like beating a dog on a hot day.

And the mysteries of that Striking Club Technique were definitely working.

The momentum collapsed before Mu-san’s fist and Peng Dao-ji’s blade, and those injured couldn’t block the flying Striking Club.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The Striking Club joyfully struck the Demonic Cult members.

Having found an opportunity to display his specialty, Jang-il’s eyes gleamed as he brought down the Striking Club. If it came to accumulated resentment against the Demonic Cult, Jang-il’s was no less than those who had experienced war, if not greater.

As if to release all that pent-up resentment today, Jang-il swung the Striking Club without restraint.

“Dieeeeee!“

His momentum was so strong that even in this front line where so many had gathered, he stood out remarkably.

Of course, Peng Dao-ji and Mu-san weren’t just watching idly either.

“Taaaah!“

“Amitabha!“

When it came to resentment against the Demonic Cult, these two were by no means inferior. As if their long-held frustration had exploded, their eyes overflowed with brilliant light.

Watching them slaughter Demonic Cult members at the forefront, it was actually their allies who were flustered.

“What are those guys?”

“Mu-san of Shaolin, Peng Dao-ji of the Peng Family, and the Small Beggar?”

Attention naturally focused on those who stood out remarkably. And when they learned that their identities were late-stage experts who hung around with Wei Yan-ho, hollow laughter flowed out.

“When did they become so strong?”

“We can’t lose to children!”

“Push forward!”

If Wei Yan-ho had boosted others’ morale with his strength, these ones ignited others’ competitive spirit by fighting at the front.

Where could there be martial artists born who could applaud and watch young late-stage experts fighting at the vanguard?

Those who couldn’t shake off their fear of the Demonic Cult despite Wei Yan-ho’s performance began to grit their teeth and charge forward.

“Don’t live in shame! Rather die with honor!”

The heat began to boil over.

“Commander!”

The Four Divine Strategists’ gaze quickly swept the front.

“Tell Shaolin to support the right flank!”

“Yes!”

“Namgung also joins the right flank! Tell the Family Head to take command of the vanguard!”

“Yes!”

‘Not bad.’

The Four Divine Strategists’ eyes sank heavily. Though he had shouted loudly and boosted morale, he was the Four Divine Strategists. He wasn’t someone who would lose his reason just because the situation was urgent.

Rather, his reason was more cold than ever.

Looking at strength alone, they were overwhelmingly outmatched. It was a situation where victory was impossible to determine. The main force of the Righteous Martial Alliance hadn’t arrived yet. Only by combining the Righteous Martial Alliance with the Hundred Sword Castle and even the Imperial Army could they face those enemies.

But!

The Four Divine Strategists knew.

Battle wasn’t fought with strength alone. If there was momentary morale and overwhelming advantage, the inferiority in strength could be overcome sufficiently.

Right now, morale was boiling beyond measure. And they had Wei Yan-ho as a clear advantage.

If this advantage could be utilized accurately, winning this battle wasn’t impossible either. And at minimum, they could buy time until the main force arrived.

‘Certainly advancing on this side…’

At that moment, the Four Divine Strategists’ face hardened like stone.

Advancing?

His eyes shook uneasily here and there.

It wasn’t just where Wei Yan-ho was. Even where Wei Yan-ho wasn’t, they were clearly advancing.

Of course, with high morale, temporarily pushing forward wouldn’t be impossible. But…

‘No.’

No matter what, those were the Demonic Cult.

If they were people who couldn’t display their proper abilities just because their morale was somewhat lowered, the Central Plains wouldn’t have been so wary and fearful of the Demonic Cult.

Then what?

‘Weak?’

Weaker than the past Demonic Cult?

That was nonsense.

The Demonic Cult weren’t fools. They knew exactly what was needed to invade the Central Plains. Those who had once driven the Central Plains back with the Great Demon Emperor at the forefront – would they charge in recklessly without properly assessing their opponent’s and their own strength?

That couldn’t be.

Then what exactly?

The Four Divine Strategists bit his lips tightly.

‘No, the Cult Leaders are definitely here too. It’s not a diversion. A diversion would be meaningless on this mountaintop.’

Moreover, the number of Demonic Cult members who had swarmed here was by no means small. There was no particular difference from the number of the Demonic Cult’s main force that Wei Yan-ho had mentioned.

Then had the Demonic Cult really become weaker than in the past?

Why?

What had the Demonic Cult done while the Central Plains recovered their strength? Why hadn’t those who were obsessed only with doctrine and military power recovered their strength?

‘There’s something.’

He couldn’t simply rejoice. His exceptional mind reached the conclusion that this situation was abnormal.

And it was at that moment.

Kwaaaaaaaaang!

A tremendous explosion sound captured the Four Divine Strategists’ ears. The Four Divine Strategists hastily turned his head.