Chapter 90: Chapter 90
Azmo of Greed, according to the lore, is an incredibly powerful maglignant spirit.
From the beginning, the powers of plunder and deprivation wielded by Azmo of Greed were, to sorcerers, abilities that could only be described as a disaster.
That story did not apply to Kim Dojun at all.
Bursting up from the basement into the grounds of the Muryu family estate, Azmo's face twisted brutally as he instinctively raised his guard.
Kim Dojun, who had already reached him, grabbed Azmo's hand—which was attempting to guard—and forcibly dragged it down.
Once again, Kim Dojun drove his fist into the maglignant spirit's face.
Azmo let out a moan, full of pain.
Of course, Azmo had no intention of just standing there to take the beating—he immediately raised his fist to strike back at Kim Dojun. But—
As if Kim Dojun had no intention of allowing the maglignant spirit's counterattack—
Crack-! Crack-! Crack-! Crack-!
Still holding onto Azmo's hand, he delivered a flurry of punches to Azmo's face in rapid succession.
With each strike, Azmo's clenched fist, which he'd tried to use for a counterattack, began to loosen. By the time his massive body was lifted into the air—
Kim Dojun, letting go of the maglignant spirit's hand, followed through—
With a sound like the air erupting, Azmo of Greed was sent flying, smashing through countless buildings far into the distance.
He managed to barely steady himself amidst the confusion, thinking,
'How is this possible?!'
As a maglignant spirit, after descending, he'd seen Kim Dojun, who had come to rescue the woman designated as a vessel—and he'd sensed his strength.
He was certain that, as a sorcerer, Kim Dojun could easily be counted among the upper ranks.
However, Azmo of Greed never feared him.
After all, over the past several centuries, he had descended numerous times to face off against humanity.
From the moment he saw Kim Dojun, Azmo of Greed had been able to completely analyze the types of sorcery he used. Above all, his own abilities granted him superiority over any sorcerer.
'That's how it should be—!'
Azmo of Greed, feeling pain and shame, tried to stand.
He could feel a hand grabbing his head.
"Soul cultivator, this is a premium haul, you know."
Kim Dojun slammed Azmo's face into the ground, then started running, grinding Azmo of Greed's head against the earth as he went.
The land of the Muryu clan began to be shredded by Azmo's face.
Crackle-crackle-crackle—!
Grinding through the floors of houses, Kim Dojun rampaged for a while, using Azmo of Greed to absolutely devastate the grounds of the Muryu family.
He brought his leg down hard on the head of Azmo, who was trying to rise with a scrambled mind.
The blow created a crater in the ground like a spiderweb.
Even after all that, Azmo of Greed raged back to his feet, wildly swinging his arms to push Kim Dojun away.
From the previously amused face of Azmo of Greed, Kim Dojun could now see boiling rage.
As if to represent the maglignant spirit's emotions, the blue mist in both his eyes blazed even more fiercely, and in Azmo of Greed's pupil-less right eye, accompanied by blue smoke,
Kim Dojun realized something was coming out and immediately lunged forth, kicking Azmo in the neck.
With another mighty impact, Azmo was sent flying once again.
Even then, Azmo tried to use his hand to pull something out from his eye,
Kim Dojun, appearing in front of Azmo in a flash, immediately struck the eye where something was about to emerge.
With that, Kim Dojun's relentless assault resumed, sending Azmo of Greed's body helplessly flying through the air.
Sometimes in the sky.
Sometimes slammed into the ground, Azmo of Greed was ceaselessly battered back and forth.
He smashed Azmo's floating head down with both fists—
That brought Kim Dojun's long series of attacks to an end.
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Landing on the ground, Kim Dojun exhaled raggedly.
After attacking Azmo of Greed for almost tens of minutes without giving him a single moment to recover, Kim Dojun gasped for breath, his lungs maxed out.
Azmo of Greed, exhaling blue spiritual power, glared at Kim Dojun.
Azmo's condition, after suffering Kim Dojun's nonstop beating, could hardly be considered normal.
The blue carapace that had protected him at first was cracked all over; blue maglignant spirit blood was streaming down his head, which had suffered countless blows; and the carapace on his abdomen was nearly destroyed.
Never before had Azmo of Greed suffered so much at the hands of a single sorcerer, and he was now consumed by rage.
'... As expected, is Azmo of Greed impossible?'
Kim Dojun, on the other hand, recalled the time with Gatur of Salvation.
Back then, when Kim Dojun unleashed relentless attacks, even if most of the damage was reduced since they weren't attacks of sorcery, he was still able to inflict considerable harm.
But Azmo of Greed, known in the Sorcery Killing Technique game for being one of the most defense-oriented maglignant spirits, had indeed taken damage—but not on par with Gatur of Salvation. It was evident he hadn't been dealt devastating harm.
Kim Dojun clicked his tongue regretfully, still catching his breath.
Azmo of Greed leapt up.
To be precise, in the opposite direction from Kim Dojun.
Azmo of Greed, distancing himself, was trying to pull out a divine relic from his eye—the one he couldn't pull out before.
The moment Kim Dojun realized this, although his body hadn't yet recovered, he forced himself to move and tried to stop him.
Azmo of Greed had already pulled the divine relic from his eye.
It was a pillar-shaped object covered in dozens of mouths.
A smile returned to Azmo of Greed's lips as he spoke.
The mouths on the structure opened wide with a chomp, revealing their sharp teeth.
As Kim Dojun finally caught up and readied his fist to strike, the maglignant spirit—
[空手來萬手去 (Empty Hands Come, ten Thousand Hands Return)]
At that moment, the world began to change.
The maglignant spirit's world, tinged blue, began to be consumed by deep blue flames.
The ground, which used to merely reflect the light of the fire, was swallowed by blue flames.
The once-dark sky, and everything nearby, was devoured, paradoxically creating a world devoid of light—one dominated by deep navy blue.
[Come with empty hands.]
[Grasping everything with Greed.]
[... Let me show you what I have achieved.]
Dozens of mouths began to sprout and open across the deep blue world.
Azmo of Greed suddenly appeared in front of Kim Dojun.
At a speed utterly unthinkable compared to his appearance before.
Unaware, Kim Dojun was struck and lifted into the air.
Chains of deep blue erupted and bound his body.
[Ilbaekwol (One White Moon)]
A deep blue moon materialized around Kim Dojun and fired itself at him.
As he watched Kim Dojun, now completely at his mercy, Azmo of Greed regained the smile that had disappeared from his lips and formed a hand seal.
The "One White Moon" struck Kim Dojun, driving him straight into the ground. Kim Dojun tried to recover his stance, but—
[Myeongwang Formation]
Before he could even compose himself, another set of deep blue chains burst forth, binding him again.
From Azmo of Greed's mouth, countless names of sorcery were continuously unleashed.
A countless number of snake heads leapt out, lunging at Kim Dojun—
[Jinguryong (Dust-Clad Dragon)]
A dragon made of dust roared and appeared in the deep blue sky—
[Jongyeon Gyeoksal (Final Execution Kill)]
From the heavens, a gigantic hand descended.
None of these were originally the sorcery of Azmo of Greed.
All the sorcery he was now unleashing, everything raining down on Kim Dojun, was that which he had stolen from the sorcerers who had over the years challenged him during his descents.
When he was just an ordinary maglignant spirit,
Not a single sorcery, not a single spiritual tool—he had nothing but his sturdy body.
But as one who earned the name "Greed," he started with empty hands and stole everything.
He stole the sorcery of sorcerers who challenged him.
He stole the spiritual power of sorcerers who challenged him.
Then, as he drove them to despair, he stole their lives.
Delighting in the despair born of greed, Azmo of Greed grew stronger.
This "Empty Hands Come, ten Thousand Hands Return" was a world in which Azmo could freely use all the sorcery he had ever seized.
With each of his many descents, he attacked Kim Dojun using the very sorcery he'd stolen from the greatest sorcerers of each era—those once hailed as the mightiest.
Only after the first wave of attacks ended did that same, almost painful smile reappear on Azmo's lips.
Kim Dojun was, at a glance, clearly in bad shape.
Before Azmo had unleashed the Divine Construct, Kim Dojun's clothes had been perfectly fine, but now they were completely shredded, and one arm was bleeding profusely.
Kim Dojun kept his head bowed.
Seeing this, Azmo of Greed, beaming brightly, approached and spoke to him.
[Given your mysterious strength, I figured you'd survive even this much, but you really are impressive...!]
[Yes, you can't just die ! You need to show me despair! I want to see that self-assured face twisted in agony.]
[Strangely, I couldn't steal anything from you, but that's fine too. Right now, even without stealing anything from you, I can kill you. Or maybe, see you despair without killing you... Because—]
Standing before the utterly battered Kim Dojun, Azmo of Greed looked down with a sly grin.
Kim Dojun kept his head bowed.
Azmo of Greed reached out, grabbing his hair to check Kim Dojun's expression.
"So fucking noisy, seriously."
At the suddenly calm voice, the smile slipped from Azmo's lips.
"Since you keep blabbering like an idiot, let me tell you something."
"You think I, what, really let you unleash your Divine Construct—"
Kim Dojun lifted his head, revealing a self-assured expression.
"—without thinking it through, even for a moment?"