On Hiatus: God's Personal Reasons-Chapter 256: #Bastard Young Master An Absolute Martial God? (3)

“Demon Lord’s... Punch?” Namgoong Xiaoxiao trembled. “As in, that Demon Lord? The greatest martial artist of all time?”

Everyone gasped in shock.

“D-Demon Lord’s martial arts?”

“How could the young master of a righteous clan learn the arts of the exiled Demon Lord?!”

Namgoong Xiaoxiao raised her hand, stopping the murmurs. “Let’s listen to what Brother Yang has to say. I didn’t feel any Demon Sect’s evil energy from him. Isn’t that right?”

Then, she grabbed Yang Il-Shin’s stubby hand. “Brother Yang, please tell us. Are your skills related to the Demon Sect?”

Yang Il-Shin slapped Namgoong Xiaoxiao’s hand away. “Demon Sect? I invented this martial art! It’s unique!”

Namgoong Xiaoxiao clutched her red hand, her face contorting in anger.

This pig! How dare he!

She had planned to make a fuss and leave right away, but Yang Il-Shin’s martial arts were the real deal! Not only did he defeat Mount Hua Sect’s famous prodigy, but his physique was also sturdier than Shaolin Temple’s Indestructible Body! She was tempted...

Reigning in her anger, Namgoong Xiaoxiao said in a honeyed tone, “Wow! You developed a unique martial art at such a young age?! The Yang Clan truly is remarkable! As expected of Yang Gua’s grandson, who was once hailed as the greatest master in the world. You definitely have the potential to become a true master yourself! Still, did you really have to choose such an ominous name for it?”

Yang Il-Shin tilted and scratched his head. “What's with you acting all friendly out of nowhere? Didn’t you come here to break off the engagement?”

“Brother Yang, that was all a misunderstanding...” Namgoong Xiaoxiao took off her veil.

“Ooh! What a beauty...”

“Truly, one of the World’s Five Beauties!”

Exclamations of admiration were heard from all directions, accompanied by some gulps.

Hoho, men are all the same!

Inwardly, Namgoong Xiaoxiao chuckled. She then turned to Yang Il-Shin, whom she assumed would also be captivated.

“Mount Hua Sect and Sword Gentleman pressured me... Um, Brother Yang?”

To her surprise, the pig was picking his nose with his thumb.

“Ah, that feels so good. These nostrils are so big that the thumb works better.”

Namgoong Xiaoxiao frowned with disgust. “Brother Yang. Do you not feel anything when you see me?”

“What am I supposed to feel?”

“Am I not beautiful?”

Yang Il-Shin reacted like a dumb pig. “Well, Mi-Ri and Mi-Na noona are prettier than you. Anty is also much cuter. Plus, your makeup looks so old-fashioned.”

Who are those bitches?!

That day, Yang Il-Shin shattered the pride of Namgoong Xiaoxiao—one of the famous World’s Five Beauties. However, she couldn’t back down now!

“You must be deeply disappointed in me.” The downcast Namgoong Xiaoxiao gazed at him with tearful eyes—a look that no man could resist. “Though I was forced, the feelings I harbor for you were not. Won’t you believe me?”

Secretly, Namgoong Xiaoxiao activated the Happy Illusionary skill. It was a skill by Savage Demon Empress, an empress who dominated the martial arts world three hundred years ago.

Sss—

Namgoong Xiaoxiao’s eyes glowed golden along with the skill activation.

“Huh?” Yang Il-Shin stared at her with a dazed expression.

Fufu, he’s fallen for it.

As she had expected, no man could ever resist this skill. Yang Il-Shin would become her loyal slave, hanging on her every command, just like Sword Gentleman.

Unbeknownst to her, he was looking at her appraisal window.

Ding!

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[Namgoong Xiaoxiao]

A female human. Around for 25 years.

Special note: Harbors an ambition to conquer and dominate the martial arts world with the Happy Illusionary skill. Wants to add you to her collection of slave martial artists.

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“Pfttt!” Yang Il-shin’s face contorted as he breathed in deeply, his chest swelling like a balloon. He then roared thunderously. “Kwaaaaaa!”

A whirlwind followed, sweeping through the hall. Martial artists clutched their ears in agony and stared at Yang Il-Shin in terror.

“Ugh! What terrifying qi!”

“He’s so young yet so powerful!”

Namgoong Xiaoxiao was the most shocked. “W-why did my skill not wo—hyii!” frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Yang Il-Shin raised his thick fist and aimed it at her.

"B-Brother Yang? How can you raise your hand against me, a feeble woman?”

“Demon Lord's Punch doesn’t discriminate between genders!”

Pow!

He punched her squarely in the stomach.

“Kyaaaa!”

Baaam!

She flew like a paper plane and hit a nearby wall, knocking her out cold.

“H-how dare you treat the Namgoong Clan’s treasure in such a way!”

“Get into the Azure Heaven Boundless Sword Formation! We mustn’t let him off!”

“Yes, sir!”

Claaaang!

The people of the Namgoong Clan drew their swords and charged at Yang Il-Shin all at once.

Swooooosh!

Yang Il-Shin’s brows twitched fiercely as swords came crashing down on him.

“Hyaaa! Demon Lord’s Punch! Demon Lord’s Kick!”

Like a drowning pig, he flailed his limbs wildly.

Bam bam bam!

A few moments later, Yang Il-Shin was left standing alone amid broken swords and bloodied people.

“Uuugh...!”

“Keugh...”

“I declare myself the true Demon Lord!” Yang Il-Shin yelled arrogantly, his belly jiggling from the impact. “There can only be one Demon Lord in this world! Tell my impostor that I demand a duel! I will show the world who the real one is!”

So Hyang clenched her fists tightly as she stared at Yang Il-Shin. “Y-Young Master, you’re so cool!”

The declaration of the Yang Clan’s young master sparked a major upheaval in the martial arts world.

***

No one knew the ever-elusive Demon Lord’s location. Hence, I proclaimed myself to be him, hoping to provoke him into looking for me. Unfortunately, it also brought about some unintended consequences.

“I am Plum Blossom Divine Sword Gu Wenjin, elder of Mount Hua Sect! I have come to repay Sword Gentleman’s debt!”

“Get lost! Demon Lord’s Extermination Punch!”

“Keuuugh!”

“Amitabha. I am Yijue from Shaolin. Is the man who calls himself 'Demon Lord’ here? I have come to enlighten him with the ways of Buddhism.”

“Shut up, Monk! Demon Lord’s Enlightenment Kick!”

“Aaaaargh! B-Buddha!”

“Ugh! I am Luo Hanyi, leader of the Heavenly Demon Lord Cult! How dare you insult my mentor, you pig! I’ll rip you to shreds!”

“I might look like a pig, but I can’t stand others calling me that! Demon Lord’s Fat Belly Punch!”

“Uuooorgh! H-how powerful!”

Waves of challengers swarmed in like ants swarming for sugar, eventually leading to this situation.

“Throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one! Demon Lord’s Descent, admiration from all demons!”

“Long live the greatest martial artist and new Demon Lord, Hero Yang Il-Shin!”

Thousands of martial artists knelt before me, revering me with all their heart and soul. They would gladly give their lives at my command. Honestly, they looked more like fanatics than anything else.

Aigoo, what a headache...

Becoming a fanatic seemed like a common trait among the masters. It wasn’t intentional, but gaining their Faith did boost my divine power, which was a nice bonus. I clutched my head.

So Hyang, who’d been fanning me, stared at me with concern. “Young Master, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to bring up the divine artifact?”

“Oh, we still have more?”

“Yes. Wudang Sect has recently offered the Horsetail Whisk.”

“Okay, bring it over.”

One advantage of being a martial artist was easily obtaining the divine artifacts that the Three Pure Ones had left. Each time I absorbed divine power from the artifacts, I grew stronger and even lost weight as a side effect. I had lost a whopping fifty kilograms so far; I was now a skinny pig that weighed only a hundred fifty kilograms.

While absorbing the Horsetail Whisk’s divine power, I pondered, Maybe I should just head over to the imperial palace myself?

According to my previous life’s memories, the emperor of the Eunju Empire would become God of Destroyer’s apostle. However, according to the information from the Beggar Sect and Hao Clan, there didn’t seem to be anything unusual with the emperor so far. Unlike her tyrannical predecessor, she was said to be a virtuous ruler. She generously distributed relief to victims of natural disasters and even limited the number of dishes served at imperial banquets to three.

Considering the situation, it seems like there’s still some time left. I’m worried that my intervention might create other variables, though.

Had I chosen to act prematurely, I would’ve had to consider the possibility that God of Destroyer had made someone other than the emperor its apostle.

The best option is still to work with Demon Lord himself.

Just then, a middle-aged man approached me. It was Luo Hanyi, Demon Lord’s first disciple and leader of the Heavenly Demon Lord Cult.

He bowed respectfully to me. “New Demon Lord, there is something important I have to tell you.”

Enough with the New Demon Lord title already.

I instinctively sighed. My fanatics—especially those from the Heavenly Demon Lord Cult—addressed me in that way, presumably to distinguish me from Demon Lord. I couldn’t get used to it at all.

“What is it, Sect Leader?”

“My mentor has sent me a letter for you.”

I jumped up from my seat.

He’s finally here!

***

At the bottomless cliff of Shiwan Dashan, the Heavenly Demon Lord Cult’s symbol pierced the sky, and the new moon shone eerily in the night.

“Huff puff!” I sweated buckets as I climbed the cliff.

Whoosh!

The wind grew colder the higher I went, chilling me to the bones. Why did they always choose to meet at such dangerous places in martial arts novels and movies?! Why not inns or taverns?!

Unfortunately, I was on the shorter end of the stick, so I had no other choice.

After some more climbing, I finally reached the top of the cliff. The first thing I saw was a black-robed figure standing arrogantly with his back to me and gazing at the sky.

“A fine wind for killing and being killed,” muttered the old man, whose hair swayed wildly with the strong wind. “Eight parts of what raised me was the wind.”

Ah, I see. Is that why the trial is called Trial of Wind? I’m about to throw hands.

I sighed as I stared at the back of the hero of the wind—no, the Demon Lord of the wind.

“Haa... It’s been a while, Teacher.”

He shot his head back, his straight eyebrows twitching menacingly. “What did you just say?”