All‑Master Who Regressed to Bronze - Chapter 32

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All Master Who Regressed to Bronze Episode 032

Flash!

Shin Hyeok, who received Cheonma’s summons, revealed himself somewhere along with a brilliant cluster of light.

This place had a very different atmosphere from the mountain filled with strange rocks and stones where he had gone after receiving Wushen’s call.

“Sip-man Mountain. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here too.”

Shin Hyeok knew the name of this place very well.

Sip-man Mountain.

This was also where the Cheonma Sect, which could be called Cheonma’s stronghold, was located.

Of course, to be precise, it was Cheonma’s transcendent domain that had recreated that place from the past.

Anyway, Shin Hyeok, who had set foot on Sip-man Mountain for the first time since his regression, looked around with a face full of deep emotion.

Befitting the Cheonma Sect’s stronghold located at the peak of Sip-man Mountain, even its atmosphere was fierce.

Just looking at the tightly closed main gate showed this.

The main gate, where jet black reminiscent of demonic energy and blood-red color were harmoniously mixed, was enough to make viewers feel an intangible sense of oppression.

If it ended there, the name of Cheonma Sect would cry.

The signboard hanging prominently on the Cheonma Sect’s main gate was the finishing touch.

That signboard, written roughly in one bold stroke, was nothing short of oppression itself.

Ordinary people would be overwhelmed just by looking at that signboard and would naturally kneel down, showing the top of their heads and submitting to the Cheonma Sect.

Furthermore, they would submit to Cheonma to that extent.

But it was an irrelevant story for Shin Hyeok.

Step by step-

He slowly approached the gate visible in the distance.

Not only that, but despite the long time that had passed, he carefully stroked with his hand the signboard that hadn’t accumulated even a speck of dirt.

The rough texture unique to wood, and even the word “Cheonma Sect” that felt powerful despite being just writing.

Just as he was mulling that over once.

-If you’ve come, then come in. What are you doing? Come inside.

Creeeeak!

A heavy voice that echoed in his head.

Though it bore traces of time, the power contained within it was more than enough to crush the world.

At the same time, the main gate opened by itself with a creaking sound from the old hinges.

Unlike the well-maintained gate and signboard, old hinges.

Shin Hyeok, who chuckled at the thought that it was truly unbalanced, moved his steps beyond the wide-open gate.

Step by step-

The world beyond the gate was vast.

On top of a mountain.

So much so that it was hard to believe this was a religious order built on top of the massive mountain called Sip-man Mountain.

Dozens of mansions and buildings.

Those things, steeped in long years, were the easiest manifestations showing the Cheonma Sect’s power.

Of course, they were all empty now.

Anyway, Shin Hyeok, who lightly passed through such places, naturally headed toward the center of the Cheonma Sect.

Toward where Gyoju-jeon was located.

When he arrived at Gyoju-jeon after passing through a path completely paved with solid, pure white marble.

“You’ve come. You’re late. But how did you know Gyoju-jeon was here? No, I didn’t even tell you I was in Gyoju-jeon in the first place.”

Gyoju-jeon.

The owner of that place was waiting for Shin Hyeok.

Though it was close to talking to himself, despite the considerable distance, there was no problem with it flying to his ears and piercing through.

To Cheonma’s curiosity contained within, Shin Hyeok obediently gave the answer he had prepared.

“I simply felt where you were, old man.”

“…Old man?”

Ah, I momentarily confused it with before the regression.

However, there was a slight mistake in the process of uttering that answer.

Before the regression.

He had put the title that Shin Hyeok used to address Cheonma directly into his mouth.

But just as spilled water cannot be contained, words already spoken cannot be retrieved.

“You are an old man, aren’t you.”

“Ha, I have lived long indeed. But I never thought there would be a crazy bastard who would call me ‘old man’ to a Constellation’s face. Perhaps this too is because I’ve lived long.”

Words already spoken.

Cheonma, who was casually sitting on the Cheonmaeui placed in Gyoju-jeon with his chin propped up, was dumbfounded by Shin Hyeok’s confident attitude as he decided to push forward with it.

But that was only momentary.

“The form of address doesn’t matter. It’s not like you’re spitting out informal speech.”

Cheonma casually brushed it off.

Originally, Cheonma had no particular interest in how he was addressed.

Because he thought that whatever title someone used to call him didn’t prove his worth.

Of course, if it were a derogatory term, that would be different-

‘Rather, it’s a title that somehow feels familiar. But this is strange indeed. Surely this is the first time I’ve met that fellow.’

The title “old man” that Shin Hyeok had used also secretly pleased Cheonma’s heart.

Anyway, the form of address wasn’t an important issue.

Therefore, Cheonma straightened his casual sitting posture and looked at Shin Hyeok.

“How did you learn the Cheonma Divine Art?”

“…!”

Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble!

Just one sentence casually thrown out.

But the power contained in that one sentence was extraordinary.

You could tell just by how he perfectly dominated the surroundings with a single word.

Dominating space itself.

Most Diamond-grade Players can do this.

‘However, the old man just accomplished this with a single word. As expected, Constellations are all monsters without exception. Well, the old man is an exceptionally outstanding monster too.’

The problem was that Cheonma had accomplished with just one word what a Diamond-grade Player would need to do with full power.

As a Challenger-grade Player who had met quite a few other Constellations, Shin Hyeok could clearly tell that Cheonma was an extraordinary existence even among Constellations.

Well, what mattered wasn’t Cheonma’s ability.

‘If I mess up here, it’s straight to bloodshed.’

Cheonma is similar to yet different from Wushen.

Wushen pursues martial arts and has an upright and solid personality.

Additionally, he doesn’t particularly care about precedence.

What Wushen sees is only one thing.

Only martial arts.

Cheonma is similar to this.

He pursues martial arts, and his personality is firm like a great tree and tenacious.

Up to this point, they could be considered similar.

But from here on, they were different.

‘The old man is the master of Cheonma Sect. An existence above all others who places everything beneath his feet. Therefore, he strictly managed the Cheonma Divine Art that forms his foundation. The leakage of the Cheonma Divine Art, which could be called Cheonma’s symbol, would mean a loss of face and dignity as Cheonma. If I can’t properly explain how I learned such Cheonma Divine Art, I’ll die here.’

Unlike Wushen, who regards Pacheon Destruction Style as merely one form of martial arts and doesn’t mind when, where, or to whom it’s taught as long as they have talent.

The Cheonma Divine Art is only passed down to those directly designated as successors to inherit the sect.

Therefore, if he couldn’t prove his existence as someone who suddenly appeared, he would lose his life here to Cheonma’s sanctions.

Of course, it would be insane for a Constellation to privately sanction a Player from a dimension where the Integration League hadn’t even opened yet.

Enormous penalties would be imposed on the Constellation itself, and the resulting loss of dignity would be something even Cheonma couldn’t ignore.

But even so, Shin Hyeok was certain.

If he couldn’t prove himself to Cheonma here, he would die.

Having finished that thought, Shin Hyeok slowly took a deep breath.

“Whew….”

Of course, it wasn’t ordinary deep breathing.

Taegeuk Divine Art [D].

The breathing technique he performed using what Wushen had gifted to Shin Hyeok quickly spread mana throughout his entire body.

As clean, high-purity mana spread throughout his body, considerably relieving the pressure, Shin Hyeok took one step forward.

That wasn’t the end of it.

One step soon became two steps, and two steps became four steps.

From where Shin Hyeok stood to the Gyoju-jeon.

Even to where Cheonmaeui, where Cheonma was seated, there were still dozens of steps remaining.

With each step he took, the heavy presence of Cheonma that permeated the entire Gyoju-jeon doubled and pressed down on him.

But even so, Shin Hyeok’s steps did not stop.

Step-

Once again, one step.

Step step-

This time, two consecutive steps.

The weight contained in each step grew increasingly heavy, but eventually Shin Hyeok succeeded in reaching Cheonma’s presence, despite his pale face and body drenched in cold sweat.

“….”

“….”

Shin Hyeok, who had approached right up close.

Cheonma, looking at such a Shin Hyeok.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

Now only exactly one step remained between the two.

But Shin Hyeok no longer moved his steps, and simply looked at Cheonma.

A gaze so hot it seemed like it would burn.

Yet terribly cold and utterly calm.

When Cheonma was silently watching that.

“The way of supremacy should have no obstacles when advancing.”

“So?”

“It’s true that I learned the Cheonma Divine Art. But what does that matter.”

“The Cheonma Divine Art is our sect’s divine technique and simultaneously a martial art that symbolizes the authority of Cheonma, the sect leader. You say it doesn’t matter that it may have been leaked to the outside?”

“Yes. Whether it’s martial arts or divine techniques, they’re ultimately skills and tools. What matters is the being who wields them.”

“…What are you trying to say.”

“In the end, it’s about proof. Though the order was wrong, it’s enough to set it right here and now.”

Thud!

Having finished speaking, Shin Hyeok took out his magic spear from his inventory and struck the ground with a thud!

A Unique+ grade magic spear.

For Shin Hyeok, it was quite a decent weapon.

At least something he could use comfortably until Diamond rank and beyond.

“Trash.”

Of course, from Cheonma’s perspective, it wasn’t.

A rebuke befitting someone who could use legendary weapons as disposables and needed at least mythic-grade weapons for regular use.

But Shin Hyeok didn’t mind it at all.

“If you don’t like it, why don’t you give me something decent?”

“…That’s something I’ll handle later. Drawing your magic spear at this point means you want to receive proof from me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Is there any reason I need to do that? I could just dispose of you.”

“If you do that, you would suffer great damage, wouldn’t you?”

“….”

Cheonma’s mouth closed in a straight line.

Cheonma was a being who could turn me into a bloody mess with a flick of his finger.

Yet the reason he doesn’t do so is first because I’ve caught his interest to some degree, and second because the penalty for doing so would be severe.

Therefore, here Shin Hyeok took one more step forward and aimed his magic spear toward Cheonma.

Cheonma indifferently looked at the gleaming spear tip right in front of his nose.

To such a Cheonma, Shin Hyeok made a vow.

“When the proof is finished. If I don’t please you, I will offer my life.”

“I can take your miserable life even now-“

“I meant I would offer it myself. That way, Cheonma wouldn’t have to suffer any penalty.”

“….”

His own life.

Saying he would offer it of his own will, not by force.

At this, Cheonma’s mouth closed once again.

By this point, interest began to swirl in Cheonma’s eyes instead of boredom and indifference.

Within that, there was only one choice Cheonma could make.

“The proof and demonstration shall begin.”

Creeeeeeak!

Cheonma.

He rose from his Cheonmaeui.

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