Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast-Chapter 359: The Greatest Strike of All Time
[Story mode]
On the field stained in a red hue.
The ground collapses under the clash of the Guryomyeongma and the Ilshimilro's decisive technique, the cracked earth is crushed as if it were crumpling, and a wave of high heat strikes the ground.
“Ugh!”
“Is this the kind of damage even at this distance?!”
“Hang on!! If we can't block the shockwave with all our strength, we’re dead!!”
The knights of the enemy and the powerful right-hand man, Geukgom Jangsu, along with the Mukwongeomgaek's warriors, desperately exerted their strength to dissipate the shockwave.
Drip.
Blood flows from their mouths, and their hands feel as if they might tear apart.
Merely holding on is reaching its limit.
The harsh clash speaks volumes about their helplessness.
They are nothing compared to that.
Fighting shoulder to shoulder with the Mukwongeomgaek, it's now impossible to do so again.
It was that wide of a gap.
It was that kind of despair.
That awe.
That helplessness.
Inside them, another nightmare was born.
[You’ve realized it now. What you should despair about.]
[Indeed. True despair is not far.]
[An ideal that can never be touched, that alone becomes an insurmountable despair.]
“Ah! What an unbelievable mistake!!”
“No! That feeling of defeat was nothing more than a comparison of primal strength as a warrior!!”
The knights and the powerful right-hand man try to deny it late.
But it was too late.
Even if it was just a fleeting nightmare born from an instant of despair,
To the Queen of the Mongma, they were snacks that could be caught with a mere stretch of her hand.
[Yes. True nightmares are closest to you.]
[Look, and see. The monster you have created.]
[And die. To the nightmare you have created.]
The Queen of the Mongma.
Summoning countless demons and bosses, she spreads the power of nightmares across the field.
Her true aim was here.
A true nightmare that far surpasses the invasion of the Yokidae Army and even the boss rushes of the boss-level monsters.
<Phase 3 - The Embodiment of Nightmares>
<The Form of Mukwongeomgaek>
A battle against the player's doppelganger.
It was a fight with none other than herself.
The Mukwongeomgaek aimed her sword at the doppelganger in front of her.
Was it really this way in the mirror?
From the stance with the sword to the subtle release of the sword energy, every movement was the same as hers.
‘How audacious. Did I appear so easy to imitate by using such tricks?’
She had already proven that the form of the nightmare was inferior to her true self.
But perhaps the Queen of the Mongma was a slow learner, as she was disappointing her until the very end.
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‘There was something similar in Murim. A sword style that fights by mimicking the opponent using the same moves.’
Like a reflection in a lake, the doppelganger follows with the same actions, same rhythm, and same swordsmanship.
There was no understanding of how to develop the technique, nor any comprehension of the distribution of force or the laws of martial arts.
It was just a mindless imitation.
A moth chasing after the result alone.
Such a crude fight was nothing compared to Mark 2.
‘If you can, try to follow. If you can imitate the supreme Mu that cannot be chased.’
A martial art that exerts strong power by applying slight changes to the traditional bloodline.
Martial arts that focus on depth are often called Jeongjongmu, Baekdomu, or Jeongpamoo in Murim.
Deep-rooted martial arts, passed down through generations, bloom as time passes, and even the same techniques can give rise to different effects, showing entirely new appearances.
‘The bloodline’s crude martial arts belong to the opposite category. A reckless operation that devours one’s life and lifespan in exchange for increased power.’
Martial arts that cause strain on the body to accelerate the arrival of power by applying major changes to a special bloodline.
These are often called Oejongmu, Heukdomu, or Sapamoo in Murim.
They burn their life away instead of passing on to future generations, yet their brilliance is unmatched, even if they bloom early and wither just as fast.
‘The genius’s martial arts are beyond that.’
Geniuses do not settle for small changes.
They build, like a magic square, on a larger and more segmented level, stacking them higher and higher.
Samjaegi-gong, which deals with three basic bloodlines.
Cheonghaesimbeop, which deals with nine bloodlines.
All the ascension techniques created by combining the eight main meridians and twelve channels.
The supreme martial arts, passing through the Sangdanjeon, are rapidly swelling the Mukwongeomgaek's energy and sending it to her fingertips.
Gugugeung!
The ultimate of martial energy, reached through the Guryomyeongma’s death grip and the Myeolse-gunrim, reached a different plane than the Yokdae-janggun's special technique.
The martial energy’s blade, sharply embedded in the stronghold, spun faster and its compression rate increased.
The dazzling, colorful light made the surrounding space warp.
Purrong!!
The form of Mukwongeomgaek failed to control the energy due to the complex changes.
She was hit by the blade of her own power that she had created.
Yet, she still managed to mimic the defensive technique she had once used in Banyogok to barely survive.
Her desperate final efforts seemed to reach their peak when a blade four times larger than the doppelganger’s struck her in the abdomen.
Chwaroarok!
The blade of energy bloomed as it tore through the defense, a force so devastating that it couldn't be stopped by even her defensive technique.
<Mukwongeomgaek’s Form Suppressed>
The difference in level was proven in an instant.
[Story mode]
The doppelganger’s form shattered and rapidly reassembled in the air, taking on the form of another demon.
The center of this transformation was the Queen of the Mongma.
[There is no clone superior to the original.]
[Indeed, no matter how much effort is put into imitation, it cannot reach the depth.]
If such a being had protected them,
If they had not chosen to be their enemy,
Perhaps they would have even chosen to be her subordinates.
Maybe ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ the Queen of the Mongma had another path she could have taken.
She squeezed that slim hope, that distant despair, even the remnants of the nightmare that was being born, into her hands.
[But you do not know.]
[What happens if an existence at its peak becomes as strong as you?
How strong can a monster at its peak become?]
She knew how strong Mukwongeomgaek was.
That was why she did not want to use it.
Still, if death was unavoidable, at least she had to put up a fight.
[This is the peak of monsters.]
[The remnants of a monster that has reached its peak.]
[Even with the faintest of forms, the ultimate nightmare can only be defeated by offering countless lives and thoughts as sacrifices.]
The Queen of the Mongma thrust a dagger filled with ominous power into her own chest.
Pwahk!
Blood surged from the dagger, using the demon’s power to complete the summoning ritual.
[Warning. Warning.]
[The fragment of the greatest demon in history is descending upon the city of lights.]
[Pay respects.]
[The ruler of the world and the master of the deepest night has awakened.]
[Heaven-shaking thunder follows.]
[The sky trembles with lightning as the king of the night, the lord of monsters, marches.]
Through the mouths of various NPCs, the existence that was known only through history.
The greatest demon ever, even the Yokdae was chasing after it.
The King of Monsters' form had descended.
[Player mode]
The hairs on the body rise as the sensitivity increases.
The fear of the enormous evil that should not exist is felt on a cellular level.
That presence is dangerous.
It should never be approached.
Now is not too late to run away.
<Hidden Phase> <Form of the Monster King>
The Monster King.
An absolute ruler at the peak of all demons exudes an overwhelming aura.
‘The Monster King. Truly an extraordinary being.’
She knew.
That this was nothing compared to the real Monster King.
Within the limits of her abilities,
Within the limits of what the Queen of the Mongma can understand,
Within the limits of what the offerings can contain,
With extremely limited conditions,
With a brief moment of power granted only once,
That this existence was born.
[The self-induced extreme sensitivity achieves the union of body and soul.]
[Current harmonization rate: 99%]
Still, she wasn’t afraid.
<Guryomyeongma> <Explosive Stronghold>
If she couldn’t block it with one, she would use two.
No need for more than that.
The Queen of the Mongma’s opportunity was just once.
If she blocks the Monster King’s strike, she wins.
If she’s hit by the Monster King’s strike, she dies.
Such danger, Murim warriors pass through daily with a single sword.
<Monster King’s Legacy>
<The Greatest Strike in History>
There was no special technique.
Only the deeds built with her strength and skill.
The power of those deeds is unleashed.
That is the strike that has reached the pinnacle.
It was terrifyingly simple, the strike of the highest level, as Guryomyeongma and Explosive Stronghold combined their effects, forcing an upward spiral.
‘Amazing.’
Even though Mukwongeomgaek thought she could block it, the double-peak combined technique, torn apart by sheer force, was hurled across the city by the Monster King.
The form of the Monster King looked at her with some intrigue before dispersing.
[The offerings that the Queen of the Mongma can handle are all exhausted.]
[The Monster King’s Greatest Strike is forcibly canceled.]
The Queen of the Mongma let out a sigh of relief.
[Aah... I was not even allowed to fully unleash that strike...]
With the final strike that used all the Mongma and cursed powers as mediums now futile,
There were no more means of resistance.
The victory of the human, Mukwongeomgaek, who proved her strength with a nightmare more terrifying than a nightmare itself.
