891 - I Am This Murim’s Crazy B*tch

The Mongol barbarians underestimated Qing. It was an unavoidable fate for their people. In Zhongyuan, people had become accustomed to the legendary martial artists who "hid their strength." They had learned through experience within the martial world that they should be cautious of the Four Hidden Strengths, which advised vigilance around children, the elderly, women, and monks. Thus, for the people of Zhongyuan, encountering a combination of a beggar, a sick person, a woman, and a prospective young beggar was almost a guaranteed symbol of a formidable force! However, the Mongol barbarians adhered to the solemn teachings of their Great Khan. "Kill anyone larger than a wheel!" According to this, leave out the children and women (as they are considered spoils), because they are not intimidating! This was a precious teaching of Genghis Khan, the ruler closest to achieving world domination, the man who occupied the largest territory in human history. In contrast to Zhongyuan's martial proverbs, it's evident why Qing seemed so easy to them. They might as well decorate their yurts with Qing’s head, claiming it to be the scalp of the 'Heavenly Flower(天華)' for its collectible value. Two Mongol warriors kicked the flanks of their horses. Neigh! The well-trained warhorses charged straight towards Qing with vigorous roars. From Qing's side, Moyong Jun cried out in a youthful voice! “Come!” “Master Nok! (녹 무사님)” “Wait, let me... umph!” Master Nok grabbed Moyong Jun and leaped away. Qing stood alone, calmly watching the charging riders. Hmm, I left the Moonlight Sword buried, so I'm unarmed for now, but luckily, a weapon is charging towards me! One with a halberd, the other with a Hell Demon Slaying Blade; Qing favored the latter. As the distance closed in an instant, the bold riders aimed their heads at Qing. Although horses are inherently fearful creatures, a well-trained warhorse develops a ferocious temperament capable of ramming people and even biting. For such a daring beast to charge at an expert in the Transformation Realm, Qing could effortlessly shatter its head. Qing sidestepped to the left, easily avoiding the horse's head. “Alwâlä’ilal’iläl’illâ...” A distinctive and strange, guttural battle cry that resounded, typical of Mongol barbarians. Seriously, what kind of battle cry is that? As the horse’s head passed Qing, the rider’s body barely missed her chest. Then came the blade. A guā (戈), a weapon with a long blade hooked perpendicular to a spearhead. As the rider leaned back while advancing, the blade swung towards Qing’s neck with a fierce curve. Qing bent her knees. Lying horizontally almost touching the ground, Qing dodged. In that moment, the gleaming blade streaked past. Where her neck was, a lingering trail and void left in the air. Qing’s eyes widened reflexively. What? Sword Qi? No, Halberd Qi? Guā-Qi due to the guā? Wait, since when do barbarians use martial techniques? Even if I underestimated them as wandering nomadic barbarians... However, so what? Given the aura, it seemed somewhere between the late-stage First Tier and early Pinnacle Realm, basically no different from the Third Tier? Just before falling, Qing’s backhand struck the ground forcefully. She sprang up into a squat, clinging to the surface as closely as possible. “Ulrâ!” The second rider, wielding the Hell Demon Slaying Blade, raised his weapon, brimming with an aura unmistakably infused with sword energy. At that moment, Qing’s knee extended, launching her diagonally. Her previously crouched hand surged past her ear and over her head, with a fierce current traveling from her dantian through her meridians towards her palm. Qing’s palm slammed into the barbarian’s chin, her long and elegant fingers gripping his jaw firmly. Qing lifted the barbarian with one hand, soaring upward. The writhing rider with his Hell Demon Slaying Blade. Despite holding the reins, the two figures soared up to 2.5 Zhang (approximately 8.3 meters, or equivalent to the height of a two-story building), reaching the peak. For everything that crashes to the ground, there are wings first. You must fly before you fall. Qing’s right arm painted a large arc. The barbarian’s jaw, trapped in her grasp, also drew an arc, flipping the body towards the sky as the head faced the earth. Qing’s soot-covered hand, blackened as if dyed with charcoal, revealed a gleaming jet-black finish underneath. Heaven–Qi Realm Technique! Black Slaughter Demon Formation! Qing smashed the captive jaw into the ground with force. Boom! With a thunderous sound, the ground split into a circular fissure with a deep pit in the center. “Hoo.” In the pit’s center, Qing gracefully rose from one knee, slowly standing up. At her feet lay the warrior’s body, completely crushed beneath his helmet, twitching in final spasms. Qing brushed off her knee with casual flicks, bending down to naturally snatch the Hell Demon Slaying Blade from the corpse’s grip. Ah, such a heavy and chilling sensation in the hand. The blade itself was shorter than the Moonlight Sword, but with a wider and heavier form, it should provide a different thrill when slicing through. Qing straightened her back, casting an arrogant glance over the barbarians, still stunned by the shock. And with a single word. “Next.” “[Odoksaiyin!! How dare you!!!]” One of the barbarians shouted out, spurring his horse forward. However, Qing remained composed. She had the leisure to entertain idle thoughts. Apparently, the name of the friend who just gifted me the Hell Demon Slaying Blade was Odoksaiyin, an odd name called Ojusureng or something like that. How can a person’s name be Ojusureng? It sounds like it could prevent a fever for some reason? Qing exuded confidence. Because she had read their weakness. In martial arts, there is no special technique for specific footwork or kicking techniques, because the advantages gained from grounding outweigh striking with foot swings. The feet of a martial artist are the starting point for movement and the foundation for any attack, so martial skills essentially unfold from the feet. Yet, being on horseback? No matter how much one harmonizes with their horse, believing man and horse to be one, communicating through instincts, it’s hard to replicate the delicate movements of human feet, after all. --- **New Terms and Context:** 1. **Odoksaiyin (오덕사인/오주수랭)**: Translating as a Mongol warrior's name. The name seems to be fictional and carries cultural context rather than linguistic meaning. "Oju-su-reng" sounds quirky and possibly holds Mongolian naming characteristics. 2. **Hell Demon Slaying Blade (지옥참마도)**: Described and maintained as a menacing weapon with distinctive traits representing powerful and heavy slicing. The translation emphasizes its formidable essence. 3. **Transformation Realm (화경, 化境)**: The term reflects a high level of martial arts proficiency, suggesting the Transformation or Harmony state in martial arts contexts, aligning with the original意味. 4. **Zhang (장, 丈)**: A measure of length used in this context, providing precision to the description. It equals approximately 3.3 meters. 5. **Heaven–Qi Realm Technique (黑殺魔掌, 黑色 / 흑살마장)**: A mythical martial arts move, translated using the original term reflecting its esoteric and dramatic style. Incorporates the mystery and power implied in the context. 6. **Black Slaughter Demon Formation (黑色 / 흑살마장)**: The name is maintained to preserve its distinctive and intimidating tone, connotating danger and power. It’s a martial arts technique conveying mastery and darkness. **Gender Errors**: The term "Moyong Jun" was used with masculine pronouns but should refer to a male as context does not imply any correction required. This time, Qing leapt to the right, evasively letting the horse's head pass by. Her outstretched left hand clamped down on the jaw of a barbarian! Up again to the sky. Her left hand traced an arc. Thud! The frozen ground cracked with web-like fissures, creating a pit where another crushed head lay, spraying blood from the neck of the fallen body. The sides may have switched, but another barbarian met the same end, decorating their finale. Then, Qing claimed the spoils, a winner's rightful due, with her left hand, holding a giant Hell Demon Slaying Blade in each. And then, immediately she regretted it. Ah, right. I should have concealed my strength more. Once could be coincidence, but twice proves skill. “[Cunning woman, hiding her level! Warriors, she's a master! Employ a wheel battle formation! Don't confront her head-on!]” Wheel battle formation. The barbarians hastily hung their weapons on their saddles and drew the bows from their waists. Qing took a deep breath. Her already massive chest expanded as if it would burst through any clothing, and then her booming voice swept through the area. “[Wait!!!]” The barbarians hesitated. Qing spoke with a grave tone. “[Once, I had the privilege to taste boortsog.]” Completely incongruous content delivered in a solemn voice, her fluency in Mongolian notwithstanding. “[What?]” “[Boortsog, the dumpling you Mongol barbarians eat, filled with mutton, with pockets stuffed with sheep tallow and boiled to release rich, greasy juices. It was truly a magnificent taste. The thick dumpling skins, used to complement the fatty filling, together create an utterly heavenly taste. Hmm, talking about it makes me crave boortsog.]” “[What nonsense-]” “[But!]” Qing spread her arms wide. “[Is boortsog truly Mongol food? The name boortsog itself comes from Zhongyuan's fine cultural heritage of steamed buns, so aren't you claiming a Zhongyuan dish as your own?]” Veins pulsed on the foreheads of the Mongol barbarians. A sudden outburst on boortsog plagiarism, which somehow managed to needle their pride. The Mongol barbarians should have covered their ears. Even the revered Elder of the Tang Clan acknowledged this intangible poison; once heard, it was already too late to escape its insidious influence! Even one hot-blooded barbarian couldn't hold back his resentment and retorted. “[If that's the case, what about the noodles first created by our Great Plains children! You Zhongyuan people claim all kinds of noodles as yours, but isn’t it true that all noodles originate from our plains-]” “Enough!!!! [That’s not the crux of the matter! What I want to discuss is far more significant! And it's about khorkhog!]” “[Why khorkhog, khorkhog is a-]” “[Indeed! I once ate khorkhog, and it moved me to tears! It's a display of the plainsmen's boldness, refusing the merest whisper of vegetables, offering only meat! The method of cooking with heated stones is unmatched worldwide in its uniqueness!]” Above the Mongolian barbarians' heads, a question mark, Qing's hometown's style of curiosity, appeared. Why suddenly proclaim the virtues of khorkhog? Regardless, Qing passionately delivered her tirade. “[Khorkhog is genuinely delicious! Even someone who’s lost their sense of taste would rediscover it with just a bite, that's what delicious means! It’s a majestic, bellowing taste, dominating the tongue with its power! Truly the greatest dish between heaven and earth!]” The Mongol barbarians' expressions turned sour. Khorkhog is tasty, but is it really that great? Qing once more declared. “[You should have eaten khorkhog! You should have had khorkhog!!!]” Simultaneously, a thunderous stomp echoed! Qing's form stretched like a trailing tail. Boom! Boom! Boom! Using the Heavenly Demon Commanding Step's three-step explosive speed, she surged between the riders at lightning speed. One named Nainporukduk drew his bow but hesitated as his view turned blurry, focusing on the insane woman and losing sight of the approaching rider. This woman! With her nonsensical babble, she dizzied us, darting between our lines to prevent us from drawing our bows! She's a woman who knows how to fight, no, handle battles! This one is dangerous! “[Damn! Scatter! Break formation! Do not cross sights!]” Qing kneeling was to incite enemy carelessness; uttering nonsense was the same—a tactic to lull the enemy. Her intelligence soared to exponential heights in the face of slaughter, a combat intelligence or battle mind. “Let’s go!!” The two Hell Demon Slaying Blades whirled ferociously. The basic principle of handling massive arms is rotating with the body to form a circle, and wielding two only emphasizes its daunting manipulation. Of course, Qing's strength had long surpassed human limits, yet she saw no reason to abandon an effective method just because she could. The tremendous Hell Demon Slaying Blades spun wildly, sending terrifying sword auras erupting a full inch in every direction from the edges. The handles measured 2.5 zhang, and when including the blade aura, they spanned 3 zhang across, with a width of 1.5 zhang. The devastating twirl of spinning blades engulfed the retreating riders. Chunks of flesh flew in all directions. Some carried pieces of horse hide, some human fingers, others fragments of innards. With loud thuds, poorly shredded flesh rained down like a shower. An experienced rider disappeared without a trace in a blink. --- **New Terms and Context:** 1. **Boortsog (보즈)**: Traditional Mongolian dumplings. Maintained to emphasize cultural and gastronomic debate, highlighting cultural pride. 2. **Khorkhog (허르헉)**: A known Mongolian dish, skillfully invoked by Qing to disrupt the Mongols emotionally, drawing on cultural pride and utilizing humor and distraction. 3. **Heavenly Demon Commanding Step (천마군림보, 天魔君臨步)**: Highlighting a tactical movement method, attributed to Qing’s agility and tactical prowess. 4. **Nainporukduk (나인포륵덕)**: Fictional name of a Mongol warrior. Emphasizes unique naming, providing a cultural context and character-specific nuance. 5. **Zhang (장, 丈)**: Height and length measurements providing deeper descriptive accuracy, matching the context of weapon dimensions and technique scale. **Changes**: 1. **Cultural Pluralism**: Highlighting Qing’s utilization of cultural references to distract and manipulate her opponents, enjoying a deeper narrative layer within romanticized martial arts tropes.