I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 160

’T-This can’t be...!’

Geum-jang could not believe the current situation.

A blood-soaked palm, and the single finger casually blocking it.

A delicate finger that looked like it would snap at a single squeeze had easily blocked his palm strike.

Unless there was an overwhelming gap in martial arts ability, this was completely impossible.

Which meant the difference in martial prowess between that woman and himself was as vast as heaven and earth.

"...Haa!"

However, Geum-jang did not give up. Denying reality, he attacked once more.

There was a saying that true masters could gauge the gap between each other without even clashing blades.

Yet right now, he felt nothing from the woman. She felt like an ordinary civilian.

Geum-jang’s realm was the Transcendent Realm. And not just at the initial stage, but at the mid stage.

Having undergone Body Metamorphosis, he was capable of perfectly controlling internal energy that once raged like a wild horse.

Furthermore, what was the state of the current Murim’s strength? Hadn’t it been leveled down across the board due to the Blood Demon’s bloody rampage?

His battle with the martial artists just moments ago had confirmed that it wasn’t a rumor, but the absolute truth.

Therefore, emotionally and rationally, Geum-jang had no choice but to deny this absurd situation.

Because if he didn’t, he would have to admit that the woman in front of him was stronger than him.

Ssssweeeeeeek!

The blood-stained palm thrust toward the woman’s face once more.

It moved so quickly that the sound of ripping air echoed clearly.

Yet the woman maintained her smile beneath her bamboo hat as she moved her hand.

Tuk-

Just like before, touching her index finger against his blood-soaked palm was identical.

However, she didn’t stop there; she lightly shifted her finger to the side.

To emphasize once more, it was a light shift. Strictly speaking, by her standards.

Chwaang!

Geum-jang’s hand grazed past the side of the woman’s face. That wasn’t all.

Whether he was unable to control his own momentum or the woman had done something—

Kudangtang!

Geum-jang collapsed. In an exceedingly unsightly manner.

Beyond merely falling to his knees, Geum-jang ended up with both hands pressed against the ground.

While Geum-jang fell into confusion over this utterly unbelievable reality, the woman quietly looked down at him and spoke.

"This seat told thee to kneel, not to crawl like a dog."

"...."

"Rise again. And offer thy knees to the heavens with respect...."

Hwoong!

The woman’s command was cut short. For Geum-jang had executed a spinning back kick right from his face-down position.

He didn’t scream with rage like before. On the contrary, his expression was cold and calculated.

Perhaps even the woman hadn’t anticipated the surprise attack, as she tilted her head back slightly to barely dodge it.

In the meantime, Geum-jang forcefully bounded back, putting distance between himself and the woman.

"Arrogant fool. Though I see you have a reason for that arrogance."

Geum-jang spoke to the woman in a voice far calmer than before. At his response, the woman tilted her head slightly, as if surprised.

Because she wore a bamboo hat, her full expression couldn’t be seen, but her lips curled slightly to the side.

"There are those who believe the depth of martial arts is all there is to combat. That will be your downfall."

Geum-jang was a survivor of the Orthodox-Demonic War, where countless absolute masters had perished.

The sole reason he managed to survive the Orthodox-Demonic War was one thing: objectivity.

If the opponent’s martial prowess surpassed his own? He admitted it instantly.

With a monster like the Blood Demon lording over everyone back then, swallowing his pride was nothing to him.

Based on this exceptional objectivity, finding a way to bring down an opponent by any means necessary was Geum-jang’s specialty.

Since ancient times, it was not the strong who survived, but those who survived who were strong.

Geum-jang, a survivor of the Orthodox-Demonic War, was the very embodiment of that principle.

"Thou talkest too much. First...."

Sshhk-

The woman raised her slender hand. At that action, tension gripped Geum-jang’s face.

Then, the woman took a single step forward.

It was literally just one step, but—

Hwoong!

"...!!!"

Geum-jang’s eyes widened. Even though she had moved only a single step, the woman had closed in right before his eyes.

An overwhelming martial prowess that seemed to utterly disregard the constraints of space.

’Sh-Shrinking Ground?!’

While he froze in shock, the woman slowly thrust her raised hand forward.

"I shall have to pull that tongue out by its root."

Snapping back to his senses at those words, Geum-jang reacted.

Cornered mice were known to bite cats to death.

Geum-jang didn’t even realize he was viewing himself as a cornered mouse as he swept his leg like a whip.

His plan was to throw the woman off balance first and look for an opening.

Chwaaaaak!

His leg swung toward the woman’s ankle with lightning speed.

Up until right before impact, the woman hadn’t made a single move.

The moment Geum-jang cheered inwardly, believing he had caught her—

Teok-

Before he knew it, the woman lifted her foot slightly and lightly blocked it.

Simultaneously, she thrust her raised hand directly toward Geum-jang’s mouth.

Geum-jang hadn’t completely failed to account for such a possibility, so he leaped backward.

Chwaak!

The moment he backed away, he swept his leg upward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The thick cloud of dust obscured the line of sight.

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Just as there was honor in battle, there was also honor in deceit.

Because it wasn’t the strong who survived, but the ones who survived who were strong.

Kwaaaaah!!!

Taking advantage of the blocked vision, Geum-jang launched a palm strike. This time, instead of a direct physical hit, he unleashed his internal energy.

A giant palm-shaped blast of energy surged toward the spot where the woman had been standing.

Befitting the name ’Blood Hand,’ even the palm projection was dyed blood-red.

Kwadeudeudeek!

The palm imbued with powerful force tore past the woman’s location, destroying all the structures behind her.

Just like the gorilla suspected of being the Blood Demon’s successor had done, it cleared out a brand new path.

However, for Geum-jang, confirming the woman’s survival was paramount. While he kept a sharp eye on the destroyed area—

"Art thou finished?"

"!!!"

The woman’s voice came from behind him. Startled out of his wits, he instinctively launched an attack toward his rear.

Ssuuk!

"Keuhup?!"

Yet it was too late. Before Geum-jang could even strike, something wedged itself into his mouth.

At the same time, his tongue was firmly seized. With a bewildered expression, Geum-jang stared forward.

Perhaps due to the aftermath of that recent attack, her bamboo hat had blown away, leaving her appearance fully revealed.

Although he had guessed her beauty from just her jawline, her fully revealed radiance surpassed all expectations by far.

A peerless beauty. A gorgeous flower blooming in the highest realm of heaven.

Though Geum-jang was briefly spellbound by her beauty and nobility, he realized his body’s condition a moment too late.

’M-My internal energy...!’

His blood points hadn’t been sealed, yet he could not use his internal qi.

His tongue was merely held fast. Geum-jang was filled with utter dismay.

"Thou seemest surprised. Well, ’tis natural, as thou canst not channel thy internal energy."

"Eugeugeuk..."

"Now, I shall reveal to thee the only path by which thou mayest live."

The woman—the Heavenly Demon—commanded once more.

"Kneel."

"...."

"If thou kneelest, I shall at least spare thy life."

Geum-jang’s answer was already set. The inability to use internal energy was not an issue.

Because his dantian was still intact. This secret technique was something he intended to save until the absolute last resort.

Even if his acupoints were sealed, it wouldn’t matter. This secret technique operated separately from that.

"Kehehehe..."

"Hmm. It seems thou hast something to say."

Hearing Geum-jang’s laughter, the Heavenly Demon lightly released his tongue.

With his tongue freed, Geum-jang wore a despicable smile and spoke.

"Arrogant to the end. This is why the cat gets bitten to death by the mouse."

"...."

"Blood Cult! Remember this day! For I shall spill my very lifeblood upon this soil!"

Geum-jang shouted heroically, concentrating all his energy into his dantian.

Using all his internal energy as gunpowder, he was treating his dantian like a detonator.

Normally, more than half of Shaanxi Province would have been swept up in a massive explosion.

Yes, if everything had gone normally, that is.

"...?"

Geum-jang was bewildered. Why wasn’t the secret technique activating?

He had clearly gathered energy in his dantian for this very purpose, yet now he felt nothing there.

"Is this thy dantian? Red as blood. Ah, or is it simply because ’tis actual blood?"

"...Ah?"

Instead, a tremendous, agonizing pain tore through his lower abdomen.

Geum-jang stared at her left hand with a desolation-filled expression.

Even Geum-jang had never seen a human dantian with his own eyes before.

To begin with, a dantian was not tangible matter, but a cluster of formless qi.

Yet in the Heavenly Demon’s hand rested a mass of energy dyed vibrant crimson.

And what of his own lower abdomen? Glancing down through the excruciating pain, he saw a gaping hole carved into him.

Kwajik!

The Heavenly Demon clenched her hand, effortlessly crushing the dantian.

The moment Geum-jang witnessed that sight, he was struck dumb with horror.

His greatest strength and weakness was objectivity. Thus, he fully accepted the current reality.

He knew it then. No attack, no defense, no desperate struggle would work. She was truly a heaven above heavens.

"Didst thou call thyself a mouse? It seemeth not so to this seat."

The Heavenly Demon offered a serene smile. To Geum-jang, that smile looked remarkably like that of the Grim Reaper.

Then she grabbed Geum-jang by the neck and spoke.

"Thou art merely an unsightly bug."

"...."

"This seat has no interest in bugs that bite people."

The Heavenly Demon, Yoo So-wol, declared.

"Only extermination."

Udeudeok!

Geum-jang’s neck snapped sideways into an L-shape.

Yoo So-wol casually tossed aside Geum-jang’s corpse, dead after having been played like a toy.

With a wet Cheolpeok!, Geum-jang’s corpse tumbled onto the blood-soaked earth.

She surveyed her surroundings. Sensing that the situation had concluded, the people who had been hiding slowly slunk out.

Their eyes held various emotions—terror, fear, awe, and more.

"...."

Yoo So-wol said nothing and simply turned her back.

And as if nothing had happened, she vanished from the spot in an instant.Read the latest chapters at novelping . com.

Leaving behind only the single bamboo hat that had fallen to the ground.

Once even Yoo So-wol was gone, the remaining people spoke in trembling voices.

"What... what on earth did I just witness...?"

"I-I don’t know either."

The situation had been so chaotic that everyone was busy asking each other what had just occurred.

Normally, they would have exchanged thoughts, but...

"A-A post was just uploaded to the Gallery! It seems someone recorded a video!"

"I-Is that true?"

"It is! Look quickly!"

This was a world where the Gallery existed.

Everyone busied themselves logging into the Gallery to check out the Heavenly Demon’s martial prowess.

"My goodness...! Such martial power...!"

"Is that beauty truly the one known as the Heavenly Demon?"

"The static user Heavenly Demon was the real Heavenly Demon?!"

"Talk sense! She obviously came to catch the imposter!"

A colossal topic had been thrown into the Gallery.

Yoo So-wol had taken Seol-ak’s advice for this real-life PK. The advice was roughly as follows:

Yoo So-wol goes not as the static user Heavenly Demon, but as the real Heavenly Demon.

Go there to find the person tarnishing the Heavenly Demon’s name.

If the imposter doesn’t show up, good; if they do, also good.

Whether the opponent arrives or not doesn’t matter. There is already the justification of punishing the fool who besmirched the Heavenly Demon’s name.

Still, Seol-ak advised that if an opponent—especially an actual remnant of the Blood Cult—showed up, things would be even easier.

She could personally dispatch the Blood Cult remnant and proudly declare her divine mandate.

Then what happens to the static user Heavenly Demon?

Seol-ak hadn’t addressed this part. It was unavoidable.

Since that person dared to tarnish the Heavenly Demon’s name, whether they lived or died was none of his concern.

Since Yoo So-wol acknowledged this point as well, she didn’t press the matter.

’It seems he didn’t even suspect they were the same person.’

Contrary to Yoo So-wol’s assumptions, the quick-witted Seol-ak knew everything.

And because he knew everything, he hadn’t offered any further advice.

After mulling it over, Yoo So-wol devised her own solution.

Therefore, this situation was akin to a staged play produced by Yoo So-wol and Seol-ak.

The problem was that the opponent wasn’t an actor in that play...

’It doesn’t matter.’

Especially a fool who treated human life like an insect’s.

Though she referred to herself as the Heavenly Demon and possessed an arrogant disposition, she was at least a sovereign who valued life.

Even when mocked in the Gallery for her martial-boomer remarks, she generously brushed it off.

As someone might say, she was just a bit hungry for ’attention,’ but her innate nature was closer to good.

Title) Is the static user Heavenly Demon the real Heavenly Demon?

(Video of Yoo So-wol playing with Geum-jang)

Is the static user Heavenly Demon and the real Heavenly Demon the same person? For real?

Re: Don’t lie. As if it’s real.

Re: If the real Heavenly Demon browsed the Gallery, the Demonic Cult members’ hearts would collapse;;

Re: Wow, but she’s seriously pretty lol

Re: Being pretty is one thing, but she’s fucking strong;; Look at her playing with him like a dog.

Re: Won’t this get deleted? It’s a bit violent.

Re: It gets deleted, but anonymous users keep reuploading it.

Re: Kyahhh lol Blood Cult bastards get solo-cleared by Heavenly Demon!

Re: Is Heavenly Demon a god? Is Heavenly Demon a god?

Title) The static user Heavenly Demon isn’t the real Heavenly Demon.

I heard what that Heavenly Demon said. She said she came to catch the guy muddying the Heavenly Demon’s name.

Re: Are you close with that Heavenly Demon?

Re: Not close, but I’m from Demonic Cult so I heard rumors. She said she’d catch the guy tarnishing the Heavenly Demon’s name.

Re: Well, it makes sense for Demonic Cult members. They probably never expected her to make an actual appearance lol

Re: Is Heavenly Demon’s public opinion good in the Demonic Cult?

Re: Pretty good. She doesn’t mess with people needlessly, so it’s quite comfortable to live.

Title) Deputy Mod, explain yourself.

What were you doing while the real Heavenly Demon arrived? Just standing behind quietly?

Re: Called Heavenly Demon and did nothing at all hahahaha

Re: Heavenly Demon Summoning Jutsu shudder

Re: Heavenly Demon Summoning Jutsu fuck hahahaha

Re: Isn’t that actually more impressive? Hahahaha

Above all, this attention. Look at the firestorm of discussion topics consuming the Gallery.

Both as Heavenly Demon Yoo So-wol and human Yoo So-wol, she was immensely satisfied.

Normally, she would have to clarify things, but... why bother?

Sitting back and watching was enough. And she could delete posts while she was at it.

She could simply claim that her clarification was delayed because she was fulfilling her duties as a Deputy Mod.

Re: Wild Grylls) That person isn’t Heavenly Demon. She isn’t even using the sword I gave her.

Re: Is that sword particularly eye-catching?

Re: Wild Grylls) Yeah, eye-catching as fuck.

Re: She beat him up barehanded, why would she need a sword?

Re: Wild Grylls) Is that so? Still, she’s a swordsman, so I just noticed she didn’t have anything.

Plus, the unexpected cover fire from Grylls.

Yoo So-wol liked every bit of this.

’Truly satisfying.’

Of course.

"Isn’t this person actually the real Heavenly Demon? Is she that bored? She’s surprisingly young, too. Is that also because of her realm?"

Grylls, having experienced a far more advanced internet culture, had already largely figured it out.