Martial Arts Ain't That Big of a Deal-Chapter 262: Giant Spring Bee

The Heart Demon is a devil within the heart.

This devil grows by feeding on the worries, conflicts, confusion, shock, and despair of warriors. Just by its taste for only the bad things, one can easily guess that this creature’s nature is far from gentle.

Seo-jun had faced this Heart Demon several times. However, unlike others, Seo-jun didn’t struggle much when confronting it.

Perhaps it was because, as the Master of the Myriad Demon Sect, dealing with demons wasn’t that difficult for him. Or perhaps it was simply because Seo-jun, the strange man he was, lived with an "if it doesn’t matter, then forget it" mindset.

But this time, it was different. He wasn’t even sure if this was really the Heart Demon.

This was not like the devils born from the hearts of others.

Deep within the imagery. The world of Ideal World. The essence of that world. That is, Primordial Chaos.

Seo-jun’s eyes met the enormous eye that dwelled in it. He didn’t know what it was.

It was just that shock. An incomprehensible, higher-dimensional knowledge seemed to be shoved into his mind, causing his soul to soar to a blazing, distant place, as though it were burning up.

In that omnipotence, where even the vast universe was reduced to mere dust, the paradox was realizing that his existence was nothing more than a speck, insignificant beyond measure.

“Tch.”

Seo-jun clicked his tongue, looking at the immense pillar that remained steadfast in the imagery. It was a metaphor of self-confidence. His self-confidence didn’t waver.

Then what, exactly, was this devil running rampant in his heart?

At the moment when he could no longer endure the alien feeling and the blood began to surge up his throat, Gig Chunbong—who had been watching the situation unfold—stepped in.

“Hey, you bastard! Don’t mess with my brother!”

In an instant, Gig Chunbong expanded in size. It grew so large that it surpassed mountains, continents, and even the entire universe, appearing so immense that even space itself seemed to shrink into dust. Gig Chunbong, with its long body, delivered a cute smack to the devil’s head.

BOOOOM—!!

A Big Bang erupted from the impact of Chunbong’s smack. The energy released threatened to reshape the universe, and the devil screamed in agony.

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Then, the devil swung its long tail, slapping Gig Chunbong’s cheek over and over. The bastard? In a fury, Seo-jun struck it.

He grabbed the swinging tail and redirected it, sending it flying toward the realm of the heavens, where it crashed violently. BOOM—! Seo-jun followed up with a strike from within, delivering a blow directly to the devil’s inner core.

But the devil didn’t budge. It ignored Seo-jun and bared its teeth at Gig Chunbong.

CRACK—!

Gig Chunbong quickly ducked as the devil’s jaw snapped shut in midair.

A cold sweat dripped down Gig Chunbong’s soft cheek. It was powerful. Gig Chunbong nodded at Seo-jun.

Even with the two of them attacking together, it wasn’t enough. Then, there was only one solution.

“Sis...! Help!”

As Gig Chunbong shouted, Namgung Sua appeared from a distant, high place. With a faint halo around her head, she wore a compassionate smile.

She gazed at the devil through half-closed eyes. Upon seeing the wounds on Seo-jun and Chunbong, her blue eyes opened wide in anger.

“You guys, tonight’s dinner will be eel soup.”

She immediately gripped her twin swords and charged at the devil.

With a smooth, elegant swing, the twin swords cut into the devil’s long body. Dark blood spurted out, but the blood never touched Namgung Sua. Hiss—! Her halo evaporated the devil’s blood.

Gig Chunbong immediately burrowed deeper. Wham—! An uppercut struck the devil’s head. The devil’s head jerked upward with the force.

Seo-jun created six massive arms of energy behind him and crushed the devil’s entire body. Crunch—! The devil writhed in resistance.

Namgung Sua didn’t miss the opportunity. In a flash, she swinged her twin swords and slashed deeply into the devil’s neck.

Screech—

At her strike, the devil’s long body twisted. Gurgle, the sound of blood boiling and frothing.

Gig Chunbong quickly moved in to suppress the devil. Tightly wrapping its long ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) body, it shouted.

“Sis!”

“Got it!”

With the weight of her maternal force, Namgung Sua relentlessly pummeled the devil’s head with heavy punches.

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The devil screamed. Both Gig Chunbong and Namgung Sua looked at Seo-jun. Now’s the time! Seo-jun nodded.

“You bastard!”

Seo-jun leapt into the air, gathering Primordial Chaos in his hands. Primordial Chaos was the foundation of all things. He crafted the material embodiment of his intense frustration and slammed it deeply into the devil’s massive head.

───────!!

The devil screamed and then fell silent.

Gig Chunbong, Namgung Sua, and Seo-jun exchanged glances, each of them smiling broadly.

“Good job.”

Slap—! The three of them high-fived joyfully. Gig Chunbong planted a kiss on Seo-jun’s cheek, and Namgung Sua pulled him into an embrace, gently patting his head.

The two of them, hand in hand, walked away. Seo-jun waved his hand until their figures disappeared.

“Phew...”

Back in the real world, Seo-jun opened his eyes. At least, he had succeeded in calming the Heart Demon—for now.

‘Can I really call this the Heart Demon?’

He wasn’t sure how to label it. But he knew it wasn’t something born from his heart.

It was something inside him, literally.

‘Primordial Chaos.’

Seo-jun doubted it. Suddenly, a memory flashed in his mind.

The Bi-ik Cheon Shin had once said, “Your Primordial Chaos Divine Art is closer to your abilities than your martial arts.” Seo-jun had nodded in agreement at the time.

It was something his father-in-law had said.

So, could this be a problem with the Primordial Chaos Divine Art that he had used since his alleyway days? Or could there be a secret hidden in the Master of Myriad Demons’s seed?

Or perhaps, even before all of this, there was something within him from the very beginning.

Seo-jun had already decided his answer.

‘Who cares.’

If something in his heart was rampaging, all he had to do was smash it down.

Of course, he knew it wouldn’t be easy. Even now, the wounded Heart Demon in his mind was watching, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Now that it had awoken, it would only grow stronger as time passed. Eventually, he might not be able to stop it.

To prevent that—

‘I need the real deal.’

The original forms of Gig Chunbong and Namgung Sua in his imagery. They were direct counters to the Heart Demon. He needed to return to Namgung Clan quickly.

But before that,

‘Hey.’

Seo-jun called to the very deepest part of his imagery, where Gig Chunbong, Namgung Sua, and Sword Maniac were trapped together.

Aaahhhh...!!Hooahhh...!!Hahaha! What’s going on?!It seemed that the only one still intact was Sword Maniac. That damn bastard.

The Master of Myriad Demons sensed the discomfort and immediately gave a silent command. His lowly subordinates ripped apart Sword Maniac’s soul.

That meant the cute little eyes and mouths had been playing with Sword Maniac’s soul.

Craaack...!Even Sword Maniac couldn’t endure that pain. The pain of the soul was like that.

Inside the imagery, Sword Maniac screamed for what felt like an eternity, though it lasted only an instant in reality, before he gasped for air and raised his head.

Oh...!

He saw it. A giant presence was staring at him. The world in which Sword Maniac was trapped. Outside of it, a huge eye gazed at him.

An indescribable sense of alienation twisted Sword Maniac's soul. He bit his tongue. There was no pain, but his mind returned.

The giant presence, which had been watching Seo-jun, asked.

"What do you wish to know?"‘What is this Heart Demon?’

"It refers to the demon that resides within the heart."‘Isn’t that something that’s created by oneself?’

"It could be, or it could not be."‘Explain it.’

"The Heart Demon mostly originates from the confusion and obsession of a warrior’s heart."‘What if it's not most cases?’

"There are countless possibilities. It could be a side effect of martial arts, a force from outside, or something that had been dormant within oneself from the beginning."At that moment, Sword Maniac, who suddenly shook his head, laughed loudly.

"Your Primordial Chaos! Do you really think a human can bear that?"‘What’s wrong with that?’

"It’s impossible!"‘Then?’

"Give it to me! I will bear it! I will see the end of this sword...!"Seo-jun shoved Sword Maniac into that deep place. It didn’t seem like it would help much.

Instead, Seo-jun peered into the Heart Demon friend inside his heart to see what it was up to.

Their eyes met.

“Ugh...!”

Black blood poured from Seo-jun’s mouth. That cocky bastard. Annoyed, he held an eye battle, spitting blood several times.

“Ptooey...!”

Eventually, the Heart Demon, exhausted from the stare, shifted its gaze. Seo-jun, victorious, spat out the remaining blood in his mouth.

Through that, one thing became clear.

Whenever he used Primordial Chaos or locked eyes with the Heart Demon in his imagery, blood poured out of his mouth.

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It was a simple logic that even a passing cat could understand.

Aside from that, nothing seemed wrong with his mind or spirit. At least, he hoped so.

His thoughts had always bounced around like this.

‘What a hassle.’

Seo-jun patted his chest and stomped the ground. The mountains that had collapsed slowly receded into the distance beneath his feet.

‘If there’s a war between the Heavenly Warriors, that’ll be a real disaster.’

Maybe they would have to redraw the map of the Central Plains?

His mind wandered as he flew through the air.

The moment he thought of war, it suddenly struck him.

The Western technology. With crystal spheres nearly equal to smartphones, what kind of technology did the mainland possess?

If they had games that controlled fighter jets, did they have fighter jets too?

If so, missiles must exist, and maybe even weapons similar to nuclear bombs.

What would happen if a war broke out between the Central Plains and such advanced technology?

In Seo-jun’s mind, tens of thousands of missiles began falling toward the Central Plains.

Then, the Heavenly Demon waved its hand.

Nothing happened.

‘Hmph.’

How much power could Heavenly Warriors really wield? How many masters were there in the Western Region?

For a supreme master, missiles would be no problem. It would be possible to stop them before they even hit.

What if they detonated remotely? Well, supreme warriors wouldn’t die.

If a Heavenly Warrior was involved, they could probably withstand a nuclear explosion right in front of them. Although, if magic was involved, it might be different. Still, at least they would be able to protect their own territory.

A world where technology has advanced. Humans seeking transcendence through martial arts. Technology and humanity.

‘If the Westerners were confident, they would have already attacked, right?’

He didn’t know the exact level of their technology, so it was hard to judge. But as someone who had reached a high level in martial arts, Seo-jun could vaguely guess.

With that level of technology, the overall martial arts level would inevitably fall behind.

Of course, some would rise—like Heavenly Warriors or those in the Western region. But when thinking about the essence of martial arts...

No, maybe magic is something entirely different?

His head was getting complicated. Using his mind like this made him angry all of a sudden.

‘Maybe I should just talk to the Martial Alliance Leader.’

He figured that person might know something—perhaps the reason why the Martial Alliance didn’t adopt Western technology, or the living conditions in the Western region.

“H-Heart Demon...!? Wait a moment!”

At Beak Seol-hyang's shocked exclamation in the North Sea Ice Palace, Seo-jun stopped her from trying to raze the Ice Palace’s storage, and in the meantime, she carefully packed up the elixirs and calming techniques, heading towards the Namgung Clan as she continued thinking.

Spacecraft vs. Heavenly Warriors

Honestly, wouldn’t the Heavenly Warriors win?

A Heavenly Warrior would survive even simple physical damage. Although he had never tried it, falling into the sun probably wouldn’t harm them. (It’s not like a Heavenly Warrior could output that level of power, though.)

If they could somehow control the sun, it might be different.

Anyway, if the Westerners hadn’t achieved transcendence through technology, their weapons wouldn’t mean much to the masters.

If they bombarded the Central Plains with missiles, surely the common folk would die in droves, but the actual fighting force would remain intact.

If the martial artists flooded into the Western region, and the main base was moved, what would happen then?

As Seo-jun continued to ponder, he eventually shook his head.

Thinking about this in the dark wasn’t going to lead anywhere.

If they enchant missiles with magic like Hellfire, it would only make sense to debate it once they actually see it in action.

So, the conclusion?

‘Western trip confirmed!’

Just go and see for himself.

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Gig Chunbong roared angrily.

“No...! This isn’t how you do it!? Just swing it! Straight! Wham! Whoosh! Huh? Is this not working!?”