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Chapter 153 : Main Headquarters · Oct 12, 2026

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151 Chapter 151 : High Priest 2026-10-12
152 Chapter 152 : Sophisticated Footwork Technique 2026-10-12
153 Chapter 153 : Main Headquarters 2026-10-12
154 Chapter 154 : Variable 2026-10-12
155 Chapter 155 : Variable 2026-10-12
156 Chapter 156 : Variable 2026-10-12
157 Chapter 157 : Variable 2026-10-12
158 Chapter 158 : Blood Lord 2026-10-12
159 Chapter 159 : Blood Lord 2026-10-12
160 Chapter 160 : Independent Sword Technique 2026-10-12
161 Chapter 161 : Ming Cult Leader 2026-10-12
162 Chapter 162 : Battlefield 2026-10-12
163 Chapter 163 : Against the Heavens 2026-10-12
164 Chapter 164 : Return 2026-10-12
165 Chapter 165 : Greetings 2026-10-12
166 Chapter 166 : Settlement 2026-10-12
167 Chapter 167 : Summary 2026-10-12
168 Chapter 168 : Zhuge Cheon-woo 2026-10-12
169 Chapter 169 : Baek Il-gang 2026-10-12
170 Chapter 170 : Baek Il-gang 2026-10-12
171 Chapter 171 : Baek Il-gang 2026-10-12
172 Chapter 172 : Message 2026-10-12
173 Chapter 173 : Message 2026-10-12
174 Chapter 174 : Pursuit 2026-10-12
175 Chapter 175 : Pursuit 2026-10-12
176 Chapter 176 : Passage 2026-10-12
177 Chapter 177 : Passage 2026-10-12
178 Chapter 178 : Hall of Subduing Demons 2026-10-12
179 Chapter 179 : Hall of Subduing Demons 2026-10-12
180 Chapter 180 : Hall of Subduing Demons 2026-10-12
181 Chapter 181 : Hall of Subduing Demons 2026-10-12
182 Chapter 182 : Hall of Subduing Demons 2026-10-12
183 Chapter 183 : Hall of Subduing Demons 2026-10-12
184 Chapter 184 : Hall of Subduing Demons 2026-10-12
185 Chapter 185 : Hall of Subduing Demons 2026-10-12
186 Chapter 186 : Return 2026-10-12
187 Chapter 187 : Report 2026-10-12
188 Chapter 188 : Report 2026-10-12
189 Chapter 189 : Preparation 2026-10-12
190 Chapter 190 : Preparation 2026-10-12
191 Chapter 191 : Xinjiang 2026-10-12
192 Chapter 192 : Xinjiang 2026-10-12
193 Chapter 193 : Xinjiang 2026-10-12
194 Chapter 194 ·Xinjiang 2026-10-12
195 Chapter 195 ·Main Headquarters 2026-10-12
196 Chapter 196 ·Main Headquarters 2026-10-12
197 Chapter 197 ·Main Headquarters 2026-10-12
198 Chapter 198 ·Main Headquarters 2026-10-12
199 Chapter 199 ·Main Headquarters 2026-10-12
200 Chapter 200 ·Unity of Man and Sword 2026-10-12

Main Headquarters

The man’s neck fell to the ground.

The tyrannical figure, who had distorted his surroundings by unleashing ki waves, now seemed a pitiful shadow of himself.

His face, pupils unfocused, was still stained with every emotion.

His torso, as if unable to believe in its own death, shuddered on its knees before slumping heavily to the side.

”......”

Jeong-un gazed steadily down at the head.

To Jeong-un, the duel with this man had not been a light affair.

Facing deadly battles against martial world experts would surely keep honing him endlessly.

Moreover, not every High Priest was on the same level just because they held the same rank.

Jeong-un recalled another High Priest he faced last time—the one his fellows had called Jangwi, the one who’d died with a hole through his brow.

’I did think it was strange.’

That one had mastered a fist-and-palm art that swiftly brought out powerful enhanced energy.

Yet, there had been something clumsy about him.

Though Jeong-un had let it go since the man was already dead, it was only now that he felt he understood the reason.

’That man wasn’t originally a martial artist. Unlike this one.’

He had boasted that he was on par with the leaders of great sects. Of course, it was nonsense.

Jeong-un had sensed even then that he’d only recently become such a peerless expert.

In fact, perhaps he had originally just been an ordinary commoner.

That could explain why, while comparing himself to other High Priests in his own group, he had felt a peculiar inferiority.

Perhaps his excessive overconfidence was born that way.

’There’s a diverse cast among these people, even among themselves.’

By contrast, the one who had just died was definitely someone who knew how to properly wield the blade.

Surely, even before essence-draining flesh and blood, he had possessed the skills of a strong martial artist.

If so, for him to have joined and acted with such a chilling group, perhaps he had sensed a limit to how far his martial skills could progress.

Did he seek a shortcut to advancing his martial arts?

’... Whatever the case.’

Jeong-un lightly shook his head, casting off the momentary thoughts.

The man’s intent no longer mattered. He was dead, and had been one of those who needed killing anyway.

Jeong-un was satisfied simply to have gained another clue about the nature of their group.

More importantly, there was still work left to do.

Tap!

With that, he immediately broke into lightness skill and dashed forward.

He moved toward where the fierce clash of ki waves still raged.

The distance had grown as the battle naturally shifted locations through repeated clashes of swords, but for a martial artist, it was easily covered.

He arrived at the center of the conflict.

CrashKang!

As expected, Yong So-myeong was unable to avoid struggling.

He was clearly not quite enough to face a High Priest on even footing.

His martial garb was sliced in several places, and slender wounds could be glimpsed in the gaps.

”Come on, entertain me some more! We don’t have much time left, you know!”

The man standing opposite him shouted with a laugh, launching himself straight at Yong So-myeong.

Swaaak!

Jeong-un immediately set his foot down again and charged in.

Instantly, he blocked the path of the man charging at Yong So-myeong.

Kaaang!

He received and deflected the sword the man was brandishing.

Just as Yong So-myeong had saved him from a sneak attack. Glancing behind, Jeong-un spoke.

”Thank you.”

It was a belated greeting for the help he’d received. After all, things were too chaotic at the time.

’... A chivalrous hero.’

That was Jeong-un’s impression of him.

After all, weren’t those two truly powerful experts at a glance?

Even his own subordinates hadn’t dared approach the man wielding the blade because of the murderous intent he radiated.

It couldn’t have been an easy decision to rush into such a battlefield and help.

Even had they both belonged to Heavenly Martial Hall, it’d have been no different.

The man had mocked that orthodox martial artists cared most for their own lives, but Jeong-un didn’t see how that was something to be mocked.

If anything, Jeong-un thought it wasn’t a bad thing to value one’s life.

What was truly remarkable was someone who leaped in to help others without hesitation—like Yong So-myeong, who’d jumped in to save him.

”......!”

Yong So-myeong stared at Jeong-un, eyes wide open. He seemed greatly surprised in many ways.

Jeong-un didn’t say anything more and turned his head forward. Yong So-myeong wasn’t the only one who looked surprised.

”You...!”

The High Priest who’d been fighting Yong So-myeong glared at Jeong-un, eyes wide with shock.

Of course—Jeong-un’s appearance meant his comrade was dead.

”Why are you here?”

”That one’s gone with the same face.”

”What?”

”He couldn’t believe the moment of death as it approached.”

”You little brat!”

The man stomped down, filling Jeong-un’s vision as he came in all at once.

He was clearly proficient in proper lightness skills.

Whoosh!

In that instant, Jeong-un fixed his gaze on the blade coming for his neck. It curved in from the side, full of deadly experience.

The man had added stunning speed to his move, like the wind.

He’d reached the point where he could link together the body-strengthening art and sword techniques.

He was a swordsman well versed in battle.

Tang!

Jeong-un raised his sword to block.

The sensation in his palm was anything but light—it was different from the heavy force of the tyrannical blade earlier, but this man’s sword blade, brimming with sword aura, was extremely sharp.

’Not in a bad state.’

With swords locked, Jeong-un checked inside his own body.

He’d just finished fighting an incredible expert. Of course, his true ki had been used up a lot.

But that was all.

Not a single part of his body was injured.

For a battlefield where stray blades could blindside you to death, this was basically perfect.

Then, suddenly—

Saaak!

A gust of wind whooshed in from behind. Along with it came a ki wave as sharp as a drawn sword.

It swept right past Jeong-un, and then—a flash of light.

Chyaaak─!

An arm went flying through the air, scattering the strongest energy it had been holding.

”You crazy—!”

The man howled, shoving Jeong-un’s blade away and retreating with quick footwork.

Then, activating lightness skills, he put considerable distance between them.

His left arm was gone.

Clutching his sword with the other hand, he quickly pressed a meridian to stem the bleeding.

”I won’t accept any thanks. It’s simply what we should do.”

It was Yong So-myeong.

While Jeong-un had been receiving the man’s sword, Yong So-myeong hadn’t been idle—he’d charged in and swung his blade at the man.

Jeong-un recalled the strike Yong So-myeong had just made.

The path of the blade was sharp and unadorned—it had all the force of the famed Wudang Prodigious Sword, like a flash of lightning.

The man had noticed Yong So-myeong’s approach just in time and reacted, raising his energy-wrapped left arm.

But that was all. He failed to block properly—and lost his arm.

He should count himself incredibly lucky. Were it not for raising that arm, it would have been his head that was lopped off.

Jeong-un stared at Yong So-myeong for a moment, then spoke.

”Thank you.”

”... Stubborn, despite appearances.”

Jeong-un couldn’t help but thank him again.

He realized that the owner of that severed arm could have easily been himself.

’If he hadn’t helped to begin with...’

In the martial world, a single expert could overwhelm hundreds of lesser martial artists.

But when the skills were similar, numbers had the advantage.

The sudden intervention of that one made all the difference—just like a moment ago.

The man who’d been handling Yong So-myeong had lost his arm due to Yong So-myeong.

This was all a variable caused by Jeong-un’s intervention.

That’s why he was grateful for Yong So-myeong’s help at the very start.

Even expecting joint attacks, who could predict what would happen when reality struck?

Then, Yong So-myeong spoke.

”You killed that man and came straight here?”

”Yes.”

”Somehow, that calm tone is even more shocking.”

”...?”

When Jeong-un looked at him quizzically, he continued with a strange look.

”The energy I sense from you runs so deep I can’t even gauge it. It feels like when I face the corps leaders. No—perhaps...”

Jeong-un guessed at the meaning behind those unfinished words.

The four corps leaders of Heavenly Martial Hall are renowned peerless experts even in the martial world—each comfortably counted among the hundred top experts.

Yong So-myeong was seeing their aura in him now.

”I don’t know what you mean. Heavenly Martial Hall draws its ranks by grade, not strength, after all.”

Jeong-un averted his gaze and deflected.

He remembered so clearly how he had once looked up at Yong So-myeong on that entrance exam, envy welling in him for such a consummate swordsman.

To hear something like this, from someone he’d once admired, felt awkward—and made him realize again how far he’d come.

”Are you done now?”

The one-armed man spoke again.

The blood dripping from his severed arm had already stopped. He’d skillfully stopped the bleeding.

But there was no composure left on his face—he was so beset by Jeong-un and Yong So-myeong’s combined pressure that he had to let their conversation play out.

Jeong-un subtly scanned his surroundings with ki sense, looking for any other variables.

Beyond here, ki waves from many battles could be felt—but in this immediate area, there was no one.

It was a result of the murderous intent the previous man had unleashed so widely.

Tap!

Silently, Jeong-un lunged in. His sword blade brimming with true ki swept out.

Whoosh!

He could sense Yong So-myeong’s form following closely behind, moving in perfect unison without any verbal cue.

Joint attacks were only natural here.

On this battlefield, where lives were on the line, with the unorthodox faction in front of them, there was no need for appearances.

Kaang!

Despite having only one arm, the man quickly adapted, fixing his tilted stance and blocking Jeong-un’s sword.

The sword in his right hand was packed to the brim with true ki.

Just like the previous one, he had clearly been a swordsman even before he’d joined the Blood Cult.

Moreover, given his nearly middle-aged appearance, he must have had vast experience.

No wonder Yong So-myeong had struggled.

Jjeong! Jjuhng!

But when Yong So-myeong joined in for joint attacks, the man immediately began to be pushed back, busy just blocking their swords as he retreated.

’We could press in further.’

As Jeong-un thought so, he roused more energy and increased the speed of their exchange.

At his side, Yong So-myeong responded, spraying out ki waves in quick succession.

It looked to be the famed Taiji Wisdom Sword.

Even just glancing to the side, Jeong-un could see the path of Yong So-myeong’s sword was masterful.

Perhaps the only reason Yong So-myeong was able to hang on until Jeong-un arrived was that the man hadn’t been slacking—Yong So-myeong was simply stronger than expected.

”I’ll kill you!”

Despite the threat, the man’s eyes were now bloodshot, beginning to reach their limit.

His grip on his sword trembled. Jeong-un twisted his own downward stroke into a diagonal slash.

The man’s pupils dilated in shock.

Pwak!

He sliced through the man’s shoulder. The man reeled, reeling from the blow, and lost his balance.

Yong So-myeong wasted no time, thrusting his sword forward. The speed of his blade was astonishing.

Puk!

Yong So-myeong’s thrust pierced the man right through the solar plexus. It had only taken a moment.

Chyaaak!

He swiftly drew the blade out to the side, slicing open a long wound.

Blood spurted as the man’s body, who had stumbled backward, finally collapsed rolling to the ground.

”It’s over.”

Yong So-myeong looked down at the man’s corpse and spoke. Jeong-un replied as he scanned the area.

”It’s not over.”

”...?”

”That was only three. There were supposed to be eight High Priests. There are still more left. We’ll have to keep moving, so the corps leaders can take out their leader.”

Yong So-myeong shook his head in response.

”If that’s what you mean, I suspect there are fewer now. I saw corps leaders coming up to face them as we fought.”

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