CHAPTER 478: THE POWER OF CUSTOMISATION (2)

Clang.Boom!Crash!

The fight was dragging on longer than expected.

At first, Goo Jong-myung didn’t consider the opponent a significant threat when he blocked the surprise attack.

This was because having a similar appearance didn’t mean possessing martial prowess.

However, after several exchanges, his thoughts completely changed.

The opponent’s skills were beyond imagination.

He was so fast and strong that it was puzzling where such a master had appeared from.

More than anything.

“This guy, what the hell!”

The opponent could perform the Mount Hua’s Sect’s Zen Sword Technique.

It wasn’t just the face that was similar, but he was also mimicking martial arts.

Even his martial prowess was not to be underestimated.

Boom!Clang!Crash!

Another clash of qi.

When the absurd situation of blocking Zen Sword Technique with Zen Sword Technique ended, they exchanged sword energies this time.

Interestingly, the opponent created sword energy with just a dagger.

Sss—

After pouring out attacks like a reckless fight, a brief silence followed.

Goo Jong-myung caught his breath and thought.

‘I need to use the Purple Cloud Divine Arts.’

Realizing the opponent wasn’t beneath him, he felt the need to conclude the battle quickly.

This was because he couldn’t predict what other tricks the opponent, who had mastered both his face and martial arts, might use.

“Here, try this one too.”

As Goo Jong-myung infused his inner power, the qi of the Purple Cloud lingered at the tip of his sword.

The opponent’s demeanor suddenly changed upon seeing that.

“This should be enough.”

He turned his head back.

Emerging from the still settling dust.

But it wasn’t just one or two people.

Twenty… Thirty.

Dozens of figures gradually revealed themselves.

“You guys, how did you get here…?”

For a moment, Goo Jong-myung’s eyes widened in shock.

They were people who couldn’t not know.

Mount Hua Sect.

Elders who had faced each other for a long time. Not only them, but even the first-class disciples who received teachings from him were all here.

“That’s the guy. He’s pretending to be the owner with my face as a mask.”

“Please give us a chance to win, sahyung.”

A person stepped forward next to him.

It was someone Goo Jong-myung couldn’t possibly not know.

Two Plums—It was Koo Jong-woon, who was one of the Two Plums of the Mount Hua Sect, along with him. He was a fellow disciple he had been with for a long time. S̈

“What on earth are you doing here?”

Goo Jong-myung was confused.

Why were the people of the Mount Hua Sect here, and why were they accompanying that imposter?

No matter how similar the appearance, they shouldn’t be unable to distinguish between the real and the fake…

“I’ve been waiting for this opportunity. To brazenly use sahyung’s face and mock Mount Hua, our Mount Hua Sect will punish you. Is everyone ready?”

“Of course!”

“Indeed!”

The elders of the Mount Hua Sect answered decisively.

At the same time, they drew their swords, ready to charge at Goo Jong-myung at any moment.

‘What a bolt from the blue…’

Goo Jong-myung was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the absurdity.

He had definitely told the people of the Mount Hua Sect to be prepared because a divine being could disturb the martial world.

Yet, how did those who should be at the main mountain come here?

‘What kind of trick did he pull?’

Goo Jong-myung turned his gaze to the one who resembled him.

Their eyes met, and the imposter curled his lips into a smile.

In that moment, Goo Jong-myung realized.

Even if he imitated perfectly, there was a sinister qi in his eyes.

“Go!”

The cry of Koo Jong-woon, along with the elders and disciples of the Mount Hua Sect rushing from all directions.

Goo Jong-myung still wore a dazed expression as he faced those approaching with murderous intent.

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Drip, drip.

Jin Mu, the head of Training Hall Leader, stared at the blood flowing down his arm from his shoulder.

Fortunately, it was a minor wound.

Yet, he couldn’t believe he had been injured by such a clumsy ambush.

“Unbelievable.”

And for good reason, the person in front of Jin Mu was Hye Woo, the head of the Wudang Sect.

Jin Mu had spent his morning meditating in the mountains.

Since reaching the Transcendent State, his training focused primarily on calming the mind.

At that time, Hye Woo appeared, claiming there was urgent news.

He approached eagerly, pleased to see a familiar face, little realizing the true intentions behind it.

In hindsight, he should have been suspicious when the head of the Wudang Sect visited this place.

“…As expected, you’re stronger than I thought. Kuack!”

Hye Woo spat blood and staggered.

Although he attempted a surprise attack, he not only failed to inflict a proper wound but ended up severely injured himself.

Yet, he did not fall.

He withstood the inner strength of his opponent’s five strikes.

“Come out.”

Jin Mu already knew.

The hidden presences surrounding him.

At his words, they gradually revealed themselves.

“Huh…”

Jin Mu’s eyes wavered as he saw them.

Starting with the sahyungs and sasuks of his sect, even the disciples.

All the elders of the Wudang Sect had gathered here.

Moreover, what widened his eyes was.

“Everyone, step back. I will face this monster.”

“…Understood.”

“I entrust it to you.”

It was because of the one who resembled him.

The one with the same appearance, wearing a martial arts uniform, looked even more genuine.

“Are you the so-called Creator?”

Even the voice was identical to his own.

“Creator?”

“Don’t feign ignorance! Your time for judgment has come.”

“Ha…”

Seol-Hwi surveyed his surroundings with a bewildered expression.

And within a short time, he understood their existence.

‘These guys… aren’t real.’

No matter how much they mimic, the window to the heart cannot be fabricated.

It’s because they can’t perfectly recreate the person’s delicate thoughts.

Seol-Hwi knew from their eyes that they were not the mentors and disciples he knew.

‘Then, are they characters created by the Creator?’

Considering the Creator has such mysterious powers, he thought it was possible for them to create such beings.

Moreover, what he felt when facing the master was that their bodies were made of indestructible material.

They weren’t opponents to be countered with simple internal energy; one needed a force beyond sword energy to behead them.

Swoosh. Swooosh.

The fake man extended his hand with familiar movements.

Seeing this, Seol-Hwi shook his head in disbelief.

‘Even martial arts.’

“Come at me.”

“Yes. This will confirm it.”

In response to the opponent’s hand movements, Seol-Hwi naturally assumed the posture of the Taiji form.

He wondered if the opponent could mimic not just martial arts but enlightenment as well.

He wanted to test it.

“Let’s give it a try.”

Seol-Hwi was the first to start.

Closing the distance in an instant with his footwork, he launched an attack with formidable internal qi reaching six star level.

It was a straight punch.

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Not only in the mountains and at the village entrance, but even within the village, massive explosions were occurring.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The intense yang qi exploded, blowing away three surrounding buildings.

Sizzle.

Corpses lay sprawled in the ruins where the embers had not yet died.

These were the sect leader’s bodyguards.

Somehow, they had all been killed by a fire attack.

“How on earth are you still alive?”

End Demon, standing amidst the ruins, spoke in a voice filled with anger.

To his amazement, someone he thought was certainly dead was standing there.

Cheon Wol-seong.

He replied to End Demon’s words with a lazy expression, as if it were a bother.

“After finishing my closed-door training, I returned to find my home gone and you pretending to be the Cult Leader.”

“……?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ll set things right again. Starting today, when I kill you, who has been mimicking the sect leader. Is everyone listening!”

Hundreds of voices echoed in response to his shout.

“At your command!”

Hundreds of demons filled this place.

All elites, completely surrounding the village.

‘It seems it was that guy’s doing.’

End Demon thought Cheon Wol-seong’s survival was the work of the Creator.

Otherwise, there was no reason to find the hidden demons and lead them all here.

“No matter how strong you are, you cannot win against our demonic sect. Isn’t that right!”

“Yes, indeed!”

“Just give the order!”

Boom.

Figures visible behind Cheon Wol-seong. Even at a glance, there were numerous top martial artists.

All the warriors of the demonic sect had been brought here.

“Well then, shall we test just how strong you are?”

As Cheon Wol-seong gave instructions, the Eight Major Warriors began to stand at the front.

Behind them were elder-level masters.

And supporting them was the Hidden Troops.

“Whether it’s infinite stamina or not! Go!”

“Haaap!”

“Hot!”

At his command, dozens of masters charged simultaneously.

Their rush, with black robes fluttering, was reminiscent of a massive tidal wave, exuding an overwhelming presence.

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“It’s started.”

As the commotion began, Seol-Hwi, who had stepped out to briefly look around, entered the room and spoke.

Earth Demon, who had been waiting quietly, asked.

“What on earth is happening?”

“He’s made his move.”

“The Creator?”

“Yes.”

“Is it through equipment again this time?”

“No. This time it’s a different method.”

Seol-Hwi continued speaking to the inquisitive Earth Demon.

“Character creation.”

“…Character creation?”

“Yes, I didn’t expect he would use that method…”

Boom!Crash!Boom!

At that moment, with the ground shaking, explosions erupted from all directions.

As the roaring noise subsided a bit, Seol-Hwi spoke again.

“He has the ability to create people at will.”

“Then all of them are…”

“Yes. They must be the Creator’s work.”

“…!”

Earth Demon seemed quite shocked.

He knew that certain equipment made by him had bizarre abilities.

But the ability to create people was a discussion of another dimension.

“Then they are all…”

“They can be fake, or they can be real.”

“…?”

“By fake, I mean those he created. But it’s impossible to distinguish them with ordinary eyes. He must have replicated thoughts and consciousness as well.”

Characters made based on those who originally existed.

Naturally, their thoughts would be based on that.

In other words, distinguishing between real and fake became extremely difficult.

It was impossible for an ordinary person to discern.

“Then, should we just stay still like this?”

“That guy won’t leave us alone.”

“What do you mean by that?”

At Earth Demon’s question, Seol-Hwi paused for a moment.

He hoped it wouldn’t happen, but in this situation, there was no reason it wouldn’t.

Seol-Hwi, who was briefly looking at the door.

He spoke again.

“It will appear to us as well.”

“…To us too?”

“Yes. The same ones.”

Even after speaking, Seol-Hwi had one puzzling thought.

Could it be that he created something with abilities similar to Earth Demon?

If he could create Earth Demon in the first place, it would mean he wouldn’t need to fear Earth Demon.

‘If he could really create something on the same level as Earth Demon…’

Why did he try to kill Earth Demon before himself?

Boom!

It was then.

As expected, with the door breaking, a presence was felt outside.

Step, step.

And figures entering the room.

“Unbelievable…”

Seol-Hwi showed a dumbfounded expression.

“You were hiding here.”

The ones who appeared were two.

Not only Earth Demon, but also a man who looked exactly like himself.