The RoFan Novel Fan Has Reincarnated Into A Martial Arts Novel-Chapter 33: Thunder God Divine Art

“Ugh!”

A man who had taken Yeon’s flying kick square in the chest rolled pitifully across the floor. Thanks to Tang Soso’s bead, Yeon had taken care of one enemy easily, and now she immediately looked for her next target. Beside her, Sword Captain Jogan was swinging his blade at Cheon Gang.

“Cowardly bastard! You’re mine!”

Clang!

At the very moment their swords clashed, Jogan’s words were rendered meaningless—his sword slipped right out of his hand.

“What?!”

Without hesitation, Cheon Gang thrust his sword, cutting deep into Jogan’s chest. Blood splattered across the air, and a disbelieving gaze lingered as if refusing to accept reality.

Yeon, having witnessed it all, quickly turned her body—an enemy’s sword strike was flying toward her from the side. Infusing her inner energy into her blade, she deflected it and drove her fist into the opponent’s solar plexus. Then, she launched a swift backward heel kick.

Boom!

The man took the powerful back kick and was sent flying with a scream.

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Before she could even regain her footing, a blade came down toward her from the front. Retracting her foot, Yeon tilted her body at a sharp angle, barely dodging the sword. The piercing sound of the air being ripped passed by her ear.

Whoosh!

In that fleeting moment, the sword’s edge flashed before her eyes, reflecting her pupils. A chilling sensation swept through her chest, and Yeon threw out her fist with brutal force. The bullet-like strike shot straight at the man’s jaw.

Crunch!

She felt the jawbone catch against her knuckles, and a strange heat surged up from within. Life-and-death combat came with fear, but it also brought an unprecedented level of focus.

The tension was incomparable to modern combat sports with their rules and referees. It pumped out adrenaline like madness. Yeon’s talent, having shed its limits, was blooming in the martial world.

“Hyaah!”

With a spirited shout, Yeon expelled the remnants of fear and let loose a fierce side kick.

“Urgh!”

The enemy barely managed to block it, but Yeon feinted another kick—then dropped low in a flash, closing the gap. She drove an uppercut into his chin, knocking him unconscious, then spun away from an incoming strike. Immediately after, she launched a bursting high kick!

Thud!

Once she got into the rhythm, no one could stop her. Even the enemies paused in hesitation at her relentless performance—but they didn’t even get the chance to recover. Tang Soso’s beads came flying through the air.

“What the hell are you all doing?!”

It was Eom Gilyeon’s furious roar. But if his shout could’ve changed anything, it would’ve happened long ago. The Red Flower Gate’s martial artists were being swept away like sand before a crashing wave.

“Useless fools!”

Glancing toward the rear exit, Eom Gilyeon ground his teeth as he looked at the Elder. He finally drew his sword and charged into the battlefield. And that was exactly the moment Yeon had been waiting for.

“Eom Gilyeon!”

Shouting his name, Yeon activated the Heavenly King Steps, the footwork of the Hwang Bo Clan, at full force. Dodging and weaving through the falling blades, she was suddenly right in front of Eom Gilyeon.

“No...!”

A sudden one-on-one confrontation. Eom Gilyeon, who had long become more of a merchant than a martial artist, went deathly pale.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”

Returning the earlier greeting with a sharp smile, Yeon unleashed a flurry of punches.

Pow pow pow pow!

His eyelids flipped as he crumpled forward. Yeon grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, yanked him up, took his sword, and pressed it to his throat. Then she shouted at the top of her lungs:

“Everyone, stop right there!”

The Red Flower Gate martial artists froze in place.

“Drop your swords, all of you. Or I’ll kill Eom Gilyeon.”

Mimicking Cheon Gang’s earlier tone as closely as she could, Yeon barked the command with all the intimidation she could muster. Jogan, still alive and barely conscious, screamed.

“Drop your weapons! Have you forgotten who the Gate Master of the Red Flower Gate is?!”

Clatters of swords hitting the ground followed soon after.

Yeon secretly exhaled in relief. She had no intention of actually cutting Eom Gilyeon’s throat. No matter what, that kind of act still crossed a line for her.

At least Jogan turned out to be loyal. I’m honestly grateful.

Feeling like things were more or less under control, Yeon turned her gaze to the martial master from the Hundred Flower Cult. She had deliberately refrained from using her «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» Lightning Qi because of him. But even in this situation, he remained completely indifferent.

Could it be that Eom Gilyeon isn’t that important after all?

Just then, the elder from the Hundred Flower Cult slowly turned his head and looked directly at Yeon.

Now that she was finally facing him, she saw that—contrary to the intimidating title—he looked like a completely ordinary middle-aged man. If she hadn’t known he was from the Hundred Flower Cult, she might not have been this wary of him.

After quietly observing Yeon for a moment, the man began walking toward her at a calm, measured pace.

“To think I entrusted the great work of the cult to scum like this. It was bound to fail eventually.”

The clicking of his tongue was the only thing that matched the aura of an Elder. Yeon wondered for a moment—maybe he was a lot older than he looked.

That brief thought made her lower her guard slightly. The situation seemed to be in their favor now, and something about the Elder’s speech reminded her of Hwang Bo Gyeong.

And then, the Elder spoke softly.

“Everyone, commit suicide.”

“...What?”

Yeon thought she’d misheard him. But he continued.

“If you don’t, you know what happens.”

And then the unbelievable happened. The martial artists of the Red Flower Gate began taking their own lives.

Some drove their palms into their own pressure points. Others picked up dropped swords and slit their bellies. Some screamed names as they wept just before dying. They no longer looked like the people who’d just been fighting with everything they had.

“What the hell...”

Hell itself unfolded before their eyes, and the expressions of Yeon and her group turned grim. Heo Yun had already fainted, and Tang Soso was trembling uncontrollably, like a shaking leaf.

“U-unnie...”

At that moment, Jogan shouted.

“Please, Elder, give me one more chance! It’s not Gate Master’s or my fault—they’re just far stronger than we expected!”

His desperate plea was cut short when the Elder snapped his fingers without a word. Only when Jogan’s chest exploded with a hole could they understand that it had been a Wind Blast.

Splurt!

Blood erupted. Even those trying to run or beg for mercy couldn’t escape the follow-up blasts. Not even the unconscious were spared.

“Stop—!”

The moment Yeon opened her mouth, the Elder sent a Wind Blast her way. She scrambled back, but it hadn’t been aimed at her.

A crimson mark bloomed on Eom Gilyeon’s forehead.

Like a rotting log, he collapsed with his head smashing into the ground.

Silence fell over the square. Only four people had survived—Yeon, Cheon Gang, Tang Soso, and Gongye. Unfortunately, it wasn’t because they were lucky or skilled. It was because the Elder had chosen to let them live. And Yeon knew that.

She bit her lip.

“...Soso, run.”

“Huh?”

“Take Heo Yun and run. Now! Monk, get the two of them—”

“Run?”

The Elder’s form vanished from Yeon’s sight, as if mocking the very word. She’d lost track of his movement.

“No—!”

In the blink of an eye, he was already at Tang Soso’s side. Cheon Gang and Gongye moved at once to intercept him. The Elder’s hands shot out toward each of them at a speed the eye couldn’t follow.

Boom!

Cheon Gang was thrown far back, sword still in hand. Gongye, unable to block the strike, collapsed and didn’t get back up.

With all obstacles swept aside, the Elder now stood face-to-face with Soso. Trembling in fear, she clutched her bead without even having time to throw it. Yeon screamed, her voice cracking with desperation as she charged forward.

“Don’t touch Soso! I swear, if you lay a single finger on her, you—you damn—!”

Before her string of half-curses could finish, the Elder slowly reached out and pressed just beside Soso’s ear. She dropped to the ground, unconscious.

“Don’t worry. Women of Zhongyuan have such soft skin—it’d be a waste to kill one.”

Relief crashed into Yeon like a wave—Soso wasn’t dead. But then her gaze darted to Gongye. Did that mean... the monk was dead?

No. No way. A Shaolin monk wouldn’t go down that easily. His nickname is Iron Arhat.

She wanted to run to him right now, to check, to be sure—but she couldn’t. Provoking the Elder might cost them all. As she stood there, practically praying, Cheon Gang called to her.

“Miss Yeon, let’s strike together!”

Yeon nodded without hesitation. Against this monster, teamwork wouldn’t just be helpful—it was their only chance.

“Let’s go!”

Yeon and Cheon Gang launched off the ground at the same time.

They had trained under Hwang Bo Gyeong. They knew each other better than anyone. What unfolded was a perfectly synchronized joint attack.

“Hoh.”

The Elder let out a short, amused breath, then extended both palms.

With a thunderous roar, their assault was completely nullified. A faint smile played at the corners of the Elder’s lips.

But in that moment—Yeon ignited her Lightning Qi, which she had kept hidden until now. Her fist tore through the lingering shockwaves, crackling blue lightning coiled around her knuckles.

“What...?”

Startled, the Elder raised his right hand. This time, a red inner force surged up from his palm like fire. He had been holding back as well.

BOOM!

Yeon lost that exchange.

Even with the might of Lightning Qi, her inner energy simply couldn’t match his. Her trump card had failed. Gritting her teeth, she curled into herself. Her insides were a mess; blood threatened to rise in her throat.

The Elder, on the other hand, looked genuinely shocked.

“You’re wielding Lightning Qi? Such a martial art exists in Zhongyuan?”

Cheon Gang stepped in front of her, shielding her. His intent was clear—he was buying her time. He immediately revealed his true martial art.

It was the White Cloud Sword Art, the same one he had used when fighting Hwang Bo Gyeong. This time, however, the white mist coiling around him was even thicker, more defined.

“Miss Yeon, I might not be able to hold out for long.”

The Elder, now watching the mist, narrowed his eyes.

“What’s this now...? Wait, could you be—Yi Baek-san? No, the age doesn’t match... Then are you his son?”

“You know of me?”

That’s not how people talk when they truly know someone from the world’s greatest family. The strange tone made Cheon Gang tilt his head, but the Elder just muttered to himself.

“Hmph. I’ve seen all kinds of things today. Coming to Zhongyuan was worth it.”

“Zhongyuan? Then you came from...”

Suddenly, the Elder launched a surprise attack. Cheon Gang had been ready. He swung his sword, and its blade left strange afterimages in the air.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Palm and sword clashed again and again in the span of seconds.

Cheon Gang’s swordsmanship was fierce, but he still couldn’t compete with the Elder’s overwhelming inner energy. And the true essence of the White Cloud Sword Art wasn’t about standing firm and exchanging blows.

Cheon Gang...!

Yeon focused all her strength on recovering.

Jumping in now, in this half-ruined state, would only make things worse. She’d be a burden. And if she did that—if she dragged them down—the worst could happen. The people who had trusted her might die.

That thought chilled her to the bone.

Suddenly, the secret art Hwang Bo Gyeong had passed down to her came to mind—Thunder God Divine Art.

She hadn’t even mastered the first form yet...

The Elder was now fully pressuring Cheon Gang. A low, mocking laugh echoed through the air.

“I heard stories about your father... and you don’t even come close!”

With that, a brutal wave of force exploded toward Cheon Gang. He barely deflected it, but just barely. Even maintaining his defense while shielding Yeon was clearly pushing him to the limit.

Thwack!

At last, one of the Elder’s attacks struck Cheon Gang’s shoulder directly. That was the beginning. Palm energy began slipping past his defenses, penetrating into his body. Blood trickled from Cheon Gang’s lips.

“Urgh!”

“Cheon Gang!”

Yeon, finally steady on her feet, charged forward. The Elder casually diverted her Lightning Qi, then surged toward Cheon Gang again. It was clear—he wanted to end this now, while he held the advantage.

In that moment, Cheon Gang, cornered and reeling, swung a final desperate strike. He fell as he did it, collapsing into the motion. The unexpected move must have caught the Elder off guard—there was a flash of vulnerability in his defense.

Yeon saw it.

She moved to strike.

“I knew you’d try something like this!”

The Elder spun with lightning speed, a cunning smirk on his lips. He’d laid a trap. A swirling storm of inner energy, fiercer than anything before, had been waiting just for her.

“No! Miss Yeon!”

But Yeon didn’t stop. She accelerated, stomping hard on the ground and lunging forward. The sheer force of her step shattered the trap beneath her feet. Stone tiles splintered and shot into the air.

Then it happened.

The martial art thought to be extinct—the Hwang Bo Clan’s secret art—awakened in her mind. Lightning surged in her determined eyes.

Thunder God Divine Art: First Form.

With a twisting lunge, she built momentum off a full-body pivot. Her pulled-back fist was coiled with violently surging electric current.

Thunderclap Shaking Heaven.

The sky split open with a roar so loud it could tear eardrums.