Chapter 45: Annihilation
Hoooooooooooooooooooooom—!
Son Yuhan was surprised by the spiritual power flowing through his entire body.
"Don't tell me......"
He vaguely deduced the source of the spiritual power.
Son Yuhan looked behind him.
The specters of two men stood behind his back.
"Haha, hahaha!"
The amount of his spiritual power had exactly doubled.
He could feel it.
His "self" from the dwarf world, his "self" from the Hyundoo continent, and his "self" from Earth were all connected!
At that moment, the monster gritted its teeth—and rushed towards Son Yuhan.
[What kind of trick did you pull! Don't tell me, you received a grace too?]
The black claws approached.
Son Yuhan poured a huge amount of spiritual power into his spiritual tools.
Krrrrrrraaaaaaaang!
The monster's attack was barely deflected.
Son Yuhan took two steps back and said:
"Grace? What grace? I earned this myself."
[Don't make me laugh!]
The monster's shoulders blurred.
Countless black streaks rained down on Son Yuhan.
As he was deflecting the monster's barrage of blows, Son Yuhan thought:
The amount of spiritual power has increased, but its purity is still lacking.
Having a lot of spiritual power wasn't everything.
From the foundation-building stage onwards, the purity of one's energy was also crucial.
I haven't reached the mid-foundation-building stage yet.
Son Yuhan's eyes glinted as he scanned the monster's entire body.
I must aim for the reverse scale.
Unless one was a fool, it was easy to tell what kind of race the cultivator the monster served belonged to.
Deer horns, black scales, sharp teeth, a swaying tail.
It must be from the black dragon clan.
The dragon clan!
They were known to be the strongest among the monster races in the cultivation world.
Most of them were extremely powerful, but they had one weakness.
The scale that grows in reverse. I'll aim for that.
Near the monster's solar plexus.
Son Yuhan glanced at the spot, steeling his resolve.
He formed a hand seal.
"Thousand-Pound Water Prison."
A much denser water prison than before trapped the monster.
The monster escaped easily, but it took longer than before.
Son Yuhan used that opening to flee far away.
[Where do you think you're going!]
The monster's tail twitched.
Its movement art still overwhelmed Son Yuhan's.
As soon as the monster broke the water prison, Son Yuhan quickly scanned his storage pouch.
"Come out."
Eight flying swords floated in the air.
Drip, drip. He could smell the metallic scent of blood.
He felt like his brain would explode from operating the spiritual tools beyond his limit.
His life force was also greatly damaged.
He formed a hand seal, blood flowing from his nose.
"Blade of Red Flame."
As he pointed his finger at the monster, the flying swords erupted in red flames and shot forward.
Perhaps he had overexerted himself, as two flying swords flew off in strange directions.
[Kuhahahaha! How amusing!]
The monster laughed maniacally and swung its claws where it stood.
The attack was very strong, but in the end, only six flying swords actually reached it.
Klang klang klang klang!
The monster endured the attack, receiving only minor injuries.
The flying swords deflected in all directions, embedding themselves in the ground.
However, that wasn't the end.
"Please, I hope this gives me a lot of karma."
Because it looks like I'm going to spend more than my fill today.
Son Yuhan swallowed the rest of his thought and scanned his storage pouch.
A double-bladed axe, a dagger, a longsword, a single-edged sword, an awl, a hammer.
Six offensive spiritual tools floated in the air.
"Go."
Fwooooooosh—!
The crimson-burning weapons rushed towards the monster.
He didn't attempt any fine control.
Just operating six of them was hard enough.
[Throw whatever you want! I'm curious! Just how many holy relics do you have!]
The monster's fighting spirit ignited as it spun its entire body.
The weapons were flung away helplessly.
Son Yuhan didn't despair.
"I'm curious too. Just how many did I make."
New spiritual tools floated up—majestically.
"Go."
He had obtained many ownerless spiritual tools from the hunting competition.
Including the low-grade ones, he had more than enough.
What mattered was the amount of karma.
Sooooooosh—!
Blocked.
He launched it again.
Kaboom!!
Blocked again.
He launched it again.
Klang klang klang!!
"Hah, haah, haaah......"
How much time had passed? Around the monster, countless weapons were embedded in the ground like tombstones in a graveyard.
"Hah, haah, haaah......"
[Th-this crazy monkey....... are you even human? Hah, haah.]
Very slightly, the monster began to fear Son Yuhan.
Son Yuhan possessed a madness that couldn't be expressed in words.
Blood dripped—from the monster's body.
"It's, it's not over yet......."
Son Yuhan smiled weakly and scanned his storage pouch.
A cloth wrapper, a net, a flying sword.
Only three spiritual tools floated up.
[Ha, hahaha! It looks like you're running out of holy relics too!]
"......"
He didn't answer.
His head hurt so much that his tongue wouldn't move properly.
He simply waved his hand.
Sooooooosh—!
The flying sword flew first, followed by the net and the cloth wrapper.
[Stop this now!]
The monster grabbed the flying sword and slammed it into the ground.
Shunk!
The next moment.
Fwush, the cloth wrapper and the net landed on it.
The monster's vision was obscured for a moment.
Son Yuhan's eyes opened wide.
Now!
Two talismans were in his hand.
Light Movement Art.
Fwoaaaaaa—!
Right after, Son Yuhan, enveloped in light, flew towards the monster.
The monster, which had just torn off the cloth and the net, was startled.
[...Hup!]
In an instant, the distance between them was only four steps.
"Self-Destruction."
The crimson-stained sword aimed for the monster's reverse scale.
At the same time, he attached the remaining talisman to the sword.
Slap—!
The Four Absolute Arts technique. Foundation-building art function.
"Spirit Injection. Instant Strike."
Fwoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—!
A brilliant red light enveloped the sword.
The sword lodged itself in the reverse scale with incredible speed.
Shooooooonk!
[Kwaaaaaaargh!]
The reverse scale split hideously.
[You bastard!]
The black claws rushed forward.
Son Yuhan paid them no heed and swung his sword.
Krrrrrrraaaaaaaang!
Slaaaaaice—!
The sword made a long gash across the monster's chest, and the monster's attack was intercepted by the flying swords that flew up in an instant.
The monster, completely shocked, quickly scanned its surroundings.
Countless weapons were embedded in the nearby ground.
[You were aiming for this from the beginning!]
A chill ran down the monster's spine from Son Yuhan's scheme.
"You should have realized that sooner."
Shatter. The sword he was holding broke into small pieces.
Son Yuhan picked up a random weapon from the nearby ground.
There was an abundance of weapons.
"Self-Destruction."
The new weapons turned crimson.
Shred-shred-shred-shred-shred—!!
[Kwaaaaaaargh!]
The monster's body was also completely stained red.
Son Yuhan used Self-Destruction continuously, tearing apart the monster's body.
The number of weapons in the vicinity gradually decreased.
[Spare me, spare me....... I'll pass on the technique of the Lord Dragon God to you, so please.......]
His hand—suddenly stopped.
"Forget the technique. The moment you try anything funny, I'll cut you down. Where did you learn about this Dragon God entity?"
[Y-you'll spare me? Then I'll answer.]
Son Yuhan placed the side of his hand on his forehead.
He spoke with feigned seriousness.
"I swear to the god I serve. If you tell the truth, I'll let you live."
Seeing that, the monster hesitated for a moment, then opened its mouth as if giving up.
[A-alright. The truth is, I was an S-class hunter in America, but I entered a certain rift and.......]
Son Yuhan deliberately didn't ask for information about the Dragon God.
It was obvious he wouldn't be able to answer due to the restriction anyway.
Fortunately, the monster spat out some very useful information.
"So....... besides the Dragon God, there are other gods targeting Earth?"
[Th-that's right. You yourself are a follower of another god, aren't you?]
Son Yuhan stroked his chin.
There might be more of these fellows on Earth.
He couldn't be sure, as there was no way to be certain that everything the monster said was true.
At that moment.
Just as the monster, which had been stealthily looking for an opening, was about to open its mouth wide—
Son Yuhan grinned brutally and raised a broadsword.
"I was waiting to see when you would try to ambush me."
Slap—!
Fwoaaaaaa—
The Light Movement Art talisman and the broadsword met, scattering a brilliant light.
Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaice—!
The monster's head flew into the air.
"Hooooo......"
A huge amount of karma seeped into his being.
"This makes up for the loss and more; it's overflowing."
The karma he gained now was far greater than the karma he had used to take out the many spiritual tools.
Son Yuhan placed the headless corpse in his storage pouch.
It was a miserable end for a monster that had ruled the African continent.
He looked down.
"This is......"
A single gourd had fallen to the ground.
It was the spiritual tool that had been tucked into the monster's waist.
Before picking it up, Son Yuhan suddenly looked up at the sky.
—Caaaaaaaaw!
A giant crow was screaming as it fled.
Son Yuhan grabbed a Light Movement Art talisman in his hand.
Fwoaaaaaaaaa—!!
—Caw?!
In an instant, Son Yuhan appeared in front of the crow.
"No loose ends can be left."
He swung the broadsword upwards.
Slaaaaice!
—Caw......!
The crow's body was cleanly split in half.
He placed the crow's corpse in his storage pouch and descended to the ground.
"This can't be an ordinary spiritual tool."
Son Yuhan opened his mouth slightly and spewed spiritual fire.
It was to erase the owner's imprint.
Fwooooooosh—!
"Ugh......!"
A fierce repulsion emanated from the gourd.
Son Yuhan, sweating profusely, closed his mouth.
"...It's going to be very difficult to do this now."
His life force had been greatly depleted from fighting the monster.
In his current state, it would be difficult to refine someone else's spiritual tool.
Son Yuhan took out a wooden box covered in seal-type talismans.
The gourd slid right into the box.
Wooooooom!
"Kyuk......!"
The gourd began to glow violently, as if trying to escape the box.
Son Yuhan quickly released his spiritual energy to stabilize the restriction.
Wooooooom!
However, the more he did so, the stronger the gourd's resistance became.
Son Yuhan even consumed his life force to suppress the gourd's rampage.
He wiped the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and muttered:
"It's nothing compared to the demon from the pyramid."
Then, he took out his phone.
"The Guild Master's number is...... ah, there's no signal."
He scratched his chin, having tried to call the Guild Master.
Africa was a notorious demon world, overrun with monsters.
Of course there was no signal.
"I'll have to find the transmission formation."
He threw his phone into his storage pouch.
The exceptional cultivator's memory clearly recalled the location of the transmission formation.
Son Yuhan took out a carpet and lay down on it.
Float—
He shot across the sky, releasing his ferocious aura.
The nearby flying monsters sensed his aura, panicked, and fled.
It wasn't long before Son Yuhan reached the transmission formation.
"Hoh......."
─────!
───!
In front of the transmission formation were countless toothed demons.
They were staring at the transmission formation, chattering among themselves.
Son Yuhan gauged the amount of his remaining spiritual power.
"It's barely enough."
But that wasn't a problem.
Yellow talismans poured out of his storage pouch.
Float—
The words fire bomb were written in the middle of each sheet.
"Go."
The next moment, countless fireballs rained down towards the ground.
"────Above!!"
"──What?"
As one of the demons shouted, their gazes turned upwards.
""─────!!!!!""
Booooooooooooooooooooom!!!!!
A mushroom cloud rose over the plains.
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