Chapter 789: A Body That Has Lived a Dizzying Life

TL: FoodieMonster007

RRRRIP!

The barrier tore open, and the two men seized the opening and threw themselves inside.

WHOOSH!

The barrier sealed itself the moment they entered. The power maintaining it was extraordinary.

The Drunken Demon marveled at the Demonic Buddha. "That was a brilliant move."

The solution was clever and literally dazzling.

The Demonic Buddha's past self would have been cynical, wondering if he was being mocked for glowing, but the him of today just smiled faintly. If the situation wasn't so urgent, he might have boasted: 'The Young Cult Leader calls me the 'Little Giant' when he sees me.'

The two men shot toward the Ship of Fortune, where an intense aura of darkness emanated.

"This is no ordinary smoke," the Drunken Demon remarked. He didn't know what the smoke was.

However, the Demonic Buddha did. "The Greedy Annihilation Art has been cast on this ship."

He knew the martial arts of the Darkness Palace well, so he reached for the smoke billowing from the ship's surface.

WHOOMPH!

The smoke gently pushed the Demonic Buddha's hand away, but he felt the immense power within it.

"I've never encountered pitch-black demonic qi this powerful."

"It seems the Darkness Palace Lord himself cast this demonic art."

The Demonic Buddha nodded. Both men's expressions hardened. This meant Geom Mugeuk could be in danger on the ship. They were even more worried because he wasn't alone.

"We have to find a way in, no matter what," the Drunken Demon said firmly.

Little brother, just hold on. Your big brother will find a way inside.

As the two examined the ship, he sensed an energy from behind and spun around.

A single drop of water floated in mid-air. Just as he thought something was wrong, it shot forward like a hidden weapon.

He twisted in mid-air to dodge.

WHOOSH!

A water droplet grazed his face.

This was no ordinary droplet. It was powerful enough to tear flesh and break bone!

The Demonic Buddha also stared ahead, his expression hard. Two water droplets floated before him.

WHOOSH! POP!

The fluid projectiles flew at the Demonic Buddha, and he extended his hand to block them.

THWACK! THWACK!

The droplets burst against the qi before his palm with extraordinary force.

The Drunken Demon and the Demonic Buddha exchanged a look.

FWOOSH!

Suddenly, as if the attacks were just a probe, dozens of water droplets shot up from the calm water.

The eyes of the two Demon Supremes glinted.

FWIP-FWIP-FWIP-FWIP-FWIP-FWIP-FWIP!

The droplets shot from the surface toward the Drunken Demon and the Demonic Buddha. In response, the Demonic Buddha's prayer beads flew through the air.

SHUK-SHUK-SHUK-SHUK-SHUK-SHUK-SHUK! THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!

The beads burst every water droplet in mid-air.

The surroundings fell quiet again, as if nothing had happened.

"Someone is using water arts," the Demonic Buddha said.

The Drunken Demon shouted in his drunken voice, "You bloated water ghost, stop your games and get out here!"

An old man then revealed himself from the distant water.

CHWAAAAAK!

He rose straight up, standing erect. His long robes depicted crashing waves, and he stood on the water as if it were solid ground.

He wasn't using martial arts. He was truly standing on the water.

The Demonic Buddha recognized him. Only one old man could appear like this in such attire. "Blue Sea Lord."

The Drunken Demon's eyes widened. Even he knew of the famous Blue Sea Lord. The old man was an absolute master of water arts, once called the King of Water, and had once boasted he was the world's number one when fighting on water.

When he stopped appearing in the murim at some point, various rumors began to circulate. Some said he had died fighting an absolute master, while others rumored he had drowned in the sea while recklessly training his water arts. Still others claimed he had secluded himself alone on some martial artist's island in the middle of the sea.

As it turned out, it seemed he had joined the Darkness Palace.

"To think the fishy-smelling old man is still alive!" the Demonic Buddha mocked.

The Blue Sea Lord laughed coldly. "I've heard about it too. That some unsightly clown is playing the part of a Demon Supreme."

The Demonic Buddha's expression turned cold. This man wouldn't have dared to meet his eyes on land, but here, he had every right to boast. There was only water, and the barrier left nowhere to run.

The Drunken Demon turned to the Demonic Buddha. "I'll take care of him. You find a way into that ship."

If the Blue Sea Lord was the gatekeeper, then a much stronger enemy must be targeting the Young Cult Leader inside. They had to get in as quickly as possible.

"No, why me? I'll fight, you find a way."

"No can do."

"Why?"

"Are you sure you want to entrust a thinking job to a drunkard?"

The Drunken Demon's voice was drunken, but his eyes were clear.

The Demonic Buddha understood his meaning perfectly. He knew more about the Pitch Black Demonic Art due to his martial arts compatibility, which was why he had recognized the Greedy Annihilation Art.

Alright, I'll find a way as fast as I can.

He nodded, then told the Blue Sea Lord, "Don't you die before I find a way!"

After implying he would kill the man himself, he leaped away. He moved to the opposite side of the Ship of Fortune, seemingly unconcerned with the fight.

The dark smoke hadn't been rising for long. If he searched quickly, he might find a spot where it hadn't fully spread.

Left alone, the Drunken Demon approached the Blue Sea Lord with a silly grin and drunken eyes. "Are we the only clowns? An old man cleaning up after the Darkness Palace is a clown too. Alright, let's see the clowns play!"

SWOOSH!

The Drunken Demon rushed the Blue Sea Lord.

THUD!

Something blocked his path again. He looked closer and saw a water barrier in front of the Blue Sea Lord. It was clearly water, yet his hand couldn't pass through.

"Again?"

SWOOSH! POW!

He threw a palm strike but couldn't break the water barrier. To his irritation, the Blue Sea Lord's smiling face also appeared distorted through the shimmering water.

"How did cowards like you come out to fight?"

He plunged into the water, but a barrier was below as well. He tried to leap over it, but there was a ceiling too.

The protective water wall was a manifestation of the Blue Sea Lord's unique martial art. It was the Third Technique of the Blue Sea Divine Art, Oceanic Water Wall.

The Drunken Demon knocked on the water wall like a drunkard at a tavern door.

KNOCK, KNOCK!

"It's one-on-one on your home turf, and you're still acting like a coward? I'm even running low on qi just floating here! So come on out! There's plenty of water here too!"

The Blue Sea Lord didn't even blink at the provocation. "For a demonic practitioner to speak of cowardice is truly shameless." He drew upon his inner qi. "You bastards will become fish food in Dongting Lake today."

He began his full-scale attack.

PLINK! PLINK! PLINK! PLINK-PLINK!

Dozens of circular ripples formed on the water around him, like those from falling raindrops. This was the Fourth Technique of the Blue Sea Divine Art, Turbulent Torrent Crash.

The round ripples began to explode with immense power. Pillars of water shot up from all directions.

BOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!

The Drunken Demon narrowly dodged between the erupting explosions, jumping about in what looked like a drunken dance.

"Aargh! I'm gonna die!"

BOOM! KABOOOM!

Just when an explosion seemed to hit him, though, he would pop out from behind it, wildly flailing his limbs. He was clearly caught in the blast, yet somehow he was already flinging himself away.

Just looking at him, he seemed like a drunkard being chased by a dog, stumbling and running in every direction. They were the movements of a drunkard who looked like he could collapse at any moment.

However, the Drunken Demon's footwork was truly astonishing. The very essence of footwork was imbued in each and every movement.

In this moment, he put into practice the martial will he had contemplated while drinking on his journey.

When the Turbulent Torrent Crash explosions ended, he yelled, "Are you crazy? Do you know how many fish you just killed?"

He acted like he was truly drunk and spouting nonsense, but the Blue Sea Lord wasn't about to fall for that.

He dodged that?

It was possible to dodge, but he hadn't expected the Drunken Demon to do it so ridiculously. He looked so drunk it was impossible to tell if it was skill or just luck.

His next attack followed. The Blue Sea Divine Art, Fifth Technique, Myriad Styles Renaissance.

The water beneath the Drunken Demon's feet began to churn.

RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE-RUMBLE!

A giant whirlpool formed beneath his feet.

"What's this now?"

As he leaped into the air, the whirlpool swirled and shot up like a water pillar.

WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

The whirlpool pursued the Drunken Demon like a living creature trying to devour him.

"It's a snake, a water snake!" the Drunken Demon shrieked, even as he unleashed a palm technique downward from mid-air.

KABOOM!

The waterspout shattered, but the water immediately merged again into an even larger one.

The fleeing Drunken Demon crashed into the Oceanic Water Wall, bounced forward, and was swept into the charging waterspout. Inside the powerful vortex, which could tear a body to shreds, he flailed and spun, looking as helpless as a doll.

"Got him!"

No one caught in the Myriad Styles Renaissance ever escaped alive, but because of his opponent, the Blue Sea Lord increased the vortex's speed even more.

WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

The rotation was so fast the Drunken Demon's figure vanished. His entire body would be torn to shreds, leaving not even a trace.

"Alright, one down." The Blue Sea Lord called out to the Demonic Buddha. "Midget! Now it's your turn!"

The Demonic Buddha leaped up from the other side of the Ship of Fortune, glanced once at the madly spinning vortex and disappeared again.

The Blue Sea Lord scoffed. "Where are you going, midget? There's nowhere to run, even if you hide in fear."

Just then, the vortex's mad spin gradually decreased.

The Blue Sea Lord startled. He hadn't slowed it, yet it was slowing down.

When the vortex stopped completely, his eyes widened.

SPLASH!

The Drunken Demon landed perfectly fine on the water's surface. "Damn, that was dizzying," he groaned, staggering.

"How? How in the world?" The Blue Sea Lord couldn't hide his shock, as if he'd seen a ghost. "You broke through the Myriad Styles Renaissance with your bare body?"

The Drunken Demon met his opponent's disbelieving gaze and took a swig from his gourd. "This body has lived a lifetime dizzy on alcohol. How could that be as dizzying as my life?" He raised his gourd and grinned. "Want to have a drink and listen to my life story?"

He stumbled toward the Blue Sea Lord as he talked, but the old man didn't notice.

The Drunken Demon's movement arts had changed. Before the Blue Sea Lord knew it, he too was walking on water as if it were land, just like himself. The Demon Supreme had come out of the vortex having gained some kind of enlightenment.

"This crazy drunkard!"

The Drunken Demon's drunken eyes were terrifying, especially after surviving something no one should have.

He unleashed his most powerful technique, the Sixth Technique of the Blue Sea Divine Art, Heated Steam Burst.

BUBBLE-BUBBLE BUBBLE-BUBBLE!

The surrounding water instantly began to boil.

"Cook to death!"

SPLAAAAASH!

Water as hot as lava crashed over the Drunken Demon in a wave.

This technique had claimed countless masters' lives, as normal protective enhanced qi couldn't block this special heat.

SPLAAAAASH!

The boiling water crashed over him, but the Drunken Demon didn't dodge.

"Aaaaaargh! It's hot!"

He wailed in pain but continued walking until he reached the Oceanic Water Wall. Alcohol qi, not protective enhanced qi, protected him.

TSSSSSSSSS.

The alcohol qi sizzled in the heat. Hot steam rose from the Drunken Demon's body. His face cooked red, he began to tear at the Oceanic Water Wall with his bare hands.

RRRRIP!

Surprisingly, it tore apart.

"When we're drunk, we don't even feel pain! We see nothing in front of us."

The Blue Sea Lord felt a chill as he saw the Drunken Demon's bloodshot eyes stick through the torn barrier. He had fought countless enemies, but never one like this.

He wouldn't have been so shocked if his opponent had used a unique martial art to block it, but his opponent was simply enduring the attack with his bare body. He hadn't flinched.

Suddenly, he felt a fear as great as the blow to his pride.

A mere Demon Supreme is this strong?

This was not the level of a Demon Supreme as he knew it.

He leaped to the opposite side, outside the Oceanic Water Wall.

The Drunken Demon staggered toward him again, slurring his words. "I'm telling you, I had a breakthrough thanks to you. Here, have a drink on me and spin up another whirlpool!"

"This crazy son of a bitch!"

Overwhelmed by his aura, the Blue Sea Lord stepped back. At that moment, he bumped into something behind him.

THUD!

Startled, he turned around. The Demonic Buddha was standing behind him, emitting a soft glow.

The Demonic Buddha looked at him and said coldly, "The midget is right here, isn't he?"

A hand seal was already formed in his hands.

"Fuck…"

He didn't even have time to finish the curse.

CRAAAAASH!

A golden enhanced qi descended like lightning, striking the Blue Sea Lord's head. His head exploded, and he collapsed, dead on the spot.

The Drunken Demon looked down at the corpse. "I get it. You turn around and forget, turn around and forget again. You forget when you're old, and you forget when you're drunk."

The Demonic Buddha hurried his colleague along, "Let's go. I've found the way in."

"See? You're a hundred times smarter than the drunkard!"

BOOOOOM!

Just then, an explosion erupted from the distant lakeshore. The clash of weapons came from where the Ghost Shadow Squad's subordinates were. In the distance, enemies swarmed in from all directions like bees from a hive.

The Drunken Demon narrowed his eyes. "Now I see. They cast a net to catch us from the very beginning."

The Demonic Buddha took the wine bottle from his hand and chugged it.

Seeing this, the Drunken Demon grinned foolishly. "Looks like these guys are bringing out our Demonic Buddha's old temper."

The Demonic Buddha shot forward wordlessly, and the Drunken Demon followed, leaping toward the rear of the Ship of Fortune. He wasn't worried about the chaos outside.

Just as this place shone with golden light, that place would soon see a pure white smile.