Almighty God of War - Chapter 133
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133
The next morning, in the vast training ground spanning three thousand pyeong, Guyang Cheongang was able to meet the three hundred warriors of the Jagang Corps along with their three leaders.
Baek Muok stood beside Guyang Cheongang, his eyes wide as he took in the scene.
The sight of warriors swinging swords and thrusting spears from early dawn was a completely new world to the boy.
“It’s really amazing…”
The boy muttered in admiration.
This place had extensive grounds for individual cultivation and formation training, and a massive warehouse on one side was fully stocked with the eighteen types of weapons.
Swords, spears, blades, staffs – every weapon used in Murim was lined up in rows.
The four branch families of the Guyang Family were located in the regions of Payang, Bongsin, Anui, and Yeogang.
The Second Family Head of Payang had managed to preserve his family to some extent, so he did not come here.
Besides that, Jang Cheol-un, descendant of the Jang Family Head from the Bongsin region, Mong Ji-hye, descendant of the Mong Family Head from Anui, and Jin Yu-han, descendant of the Jin Family Head from Yeogang, were waiting for Guyang Cheongang, each leading one hundred subordinates.
Twenty-seven-year-old Jang Cheol-un was a seven-foot giant with hands as large as pot lids.
As soon as he saw Guyang Cheongang, he looked him up and down with curious eyes.
Twenty-five-year-old Mong Ji-hye was a beauty with sharp features, but her eyes held keen wariness.
Twenty-two-year-old Jin Yu-han was a handsome young master who looked more like a scholar than a warrior. However, his calm gaze held an unusual depth.
Jupyo stepped forward to introduce Guyang Cheongang.
“This is Instructor Jang Woomyeong. He has the Grand Young Master’s trust and will guide your martial arts training from now on.”
Guyang Cheongang smiled bitterly to himself.
The reality of having to hide his real name and use an alias was regrettable, but now was still a time to be cautious.
He was not an absolutely invincible master, after all.
Jang Cheol-un clenched and unclenched his fists as he spoke.
“I’m curious about the skills of someone the Grand Young Master trusts so much.”
His voice carried a challenging undertone.
Mong Ji-hye added in a cold tone.
“Elder Master, does this mean our martial arts are inadequate?”
Instead of Jupyo, Guyang Cheongang answered in an indifferent tone.
“If you think the Grand Young Master sent me with that intention, then you’re not in your right minds.”
The hall fell quiet.
Guyang Cheongang continued.
“He wants only one thing – for you to become stronger.”
Breaking the silence, Jin Yu-han asked in a respectful tone.
“May we know the extent of Instructor’s martial arts? Isn’t it natural to know a master’s skills before receiving teachings?”
The gazes of him, Jang Cheol-un, and Mong Ji-hye focused on Guyang Cheongang.
Their eyes held a mixture of curiosity, suspicion, and subtle defiance.
Baek Muok glared at them with intense eyes and whispered to Guyang Cheongang.
“Master, those people’s eyes seem too fierce.”
Last night, Guyang Cheongang had accepted the boy as an unofficial disciple.
He needed to teach him martial arts and create a strong bond.
Guyang Cheongang lightly patted the boy’s shoulder and smiled.
“That’s a natural reaction. When a stranger suddenly appears and says he’ll teach them, their feelings are bound to be complicated.”
He looked at Jang Cheol-un and the others as he spoke.
“You want to see my skills, right?”
“That’s correct.”
The atmosphere in the training ground instantly filled with tension.
Jang Cheol-un’s eyes flashed, and Mong Ji-hye’s hand moved toward her sword hilt.
Jin Yu-han also took a deep breath.
Jupyo leisurely watched them and said to Guyang Cheongang.
“I trust you’ll go easy on them.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill them.”
Guyang Cheongang’s gaze turned cold.
His previous indifference disappeared, and an intense aura began to slowly rise.
Baek Muok felt that change and gulped.
It seemed like the frightening master he had seen at Nine Mountain Stronghold was appearing again.
Jang Cheol-un stepped forward.
“I’ll request your teachings first.”
Guyang Cheongang snorted and responded.
“A guy with no skills thinks too highly of himself. Shut up and all three of you attack at once. If you can withstand one second against me, I’ll leave this place immediately.”
If they didn’t get angry after being disrespected like this, they’d be pushovers.
Naturally, all three people’s eyebrows twitched and shot upward.
As Jang Cheol-un stepped forward, Mong Ji-hye and Jin Yu-han naturally took positions on his left and right.
It was the Three Talents Formation.
The three people’s gazes sharpened in an instant.
They drew up their Twelve Star Battle Power and moved toward Guyang Cheongang in unison.
Four Phases Wind Thunder Palm flew from Jang Cheol-un’s hands, stirring up wind, while brilliant flower petals of the Falling Flower Whirling Sword scattered from Mong Ji-hye’s sword.
Jin Yu-han’s twin short spears writhed like snakes as he executed the Strange Wind Chaotic Spear Art.
The power of the Three Talents Formation was much stronger than expected.
The three moved like one body, pressuring Guyang Cheongang.
No, they tried to pressure him.
Thud thud thud!
Dull impact sounds rang out in succession.
Without even knowing what had happened, the three were sent flying two or three zhang backward and crashed upside down onto the training ground floor.
Crash! Bang!
The faces of the Self-Strengthening Corps warriors watching the fight all changed at once.
Even though Jang Cheol-un and the others had performed a combined attack with the Three Talents Formation, they couldn’t withstand even one second, which was certainly shocking.
But what was even more surprising was that none of them had seen Guyang Cheongang move his hands.
Jang Cheol-un, Mong Ji-hye, and Jin Yu-han staggered to their feet.
Since Guyang Cheongang had only used First Star Power, they barely managed to avoid the humiliation of being knocked unconscious and sprawled out.
Guyang Cheongang, with the Supreme Sword at his waist, stood before the warriors.
When their eyes met his, he inwardly swallowed a sigh.
Among the Self-Strengthening Corps warriors, fewer than fifty were first-rate masters, while all the rest remained at second-rate level.
Guyang Cheongang’s voice echoed throughout the Training Ground.
“I heard that the Grand Young Master restored your family’s martial arts that had been nearly lost, and also transmitted the Four Great Martial Arts of the family estate.”
When the Grand Young Master was mentioned, reverence appeared in the warriors’ eyes.
“They are sufficiently excellent martial arts that can reach the pinnacle if mastered completely. However, Golden Tower Manor is an immediate threat, and they won’t wait for you to leisurely perfect your martial arts.”
Murmuring sounds could be heard among the warriors.
‘So what exactly are you telling us to do…’
‘Even so, how can our skills improve in such a short time…’
Guyang Cheongang continued speaking.
“If you fight Golden Tower Manor’s elite now, there will be no result other than complete annihilation. And I don’t want such a result. Neither does the Grand Young Master.”
His gaze became intense.
“Internal energy cannot be built overnight. But your lives can be cut short overnight. I intend to make the sword forms you’ve learned so perfect that they’re carved into your bones, so you can at least avoid a dog’s death.”
The warriors’ expressions were still filled with doubt.
‘What exactly is this man trying to do?’
‘What does he want us to do?’
Jang Cheol-un swallowed and asked.
“Instructor, please tell us specifically what method you plan to use to teach us.”
As if fists were medicine, his tone had become respectful enough for anyone to notice.
A smile appeared at the corner of Guyang Cheongang’s mouth.
“It would be better to feel it with your body rather than explain with words.”
The cultivation method he chose was beating them up.
Guyang Cheongang looked back at Baek Muok and said.
“Muok, go to the end of the Training Ground and watch. You might get hurt if you stay close.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Baek Muok retreated to one end of the Training Ground and took position.
The boy’s eyes held a mixture of curiosity and worry.
Guyang Cheongang spoke in an indifferent tone.
“Jang Cheol-un, Mong Ji-hye, Jin Yu-han. Come at me.”
The three people stepped forward with tense faces.
“Attack me with the resolve to die.”
At those words, the three people took their stances.
Jang Cheol-un prepared to unleash his palm technique, Mong Ji-hye gripped her sword, and Jin Yu-han readjusted his grip on his twin short spears.
Having previous experience, they cautiously closed the distance with Guyang Cheongang while deploying their martial arts.
Swoooooong-
Swish swish swish swish-
Jang Cheol-un’s Four Phases Wind Thunder Palm produced thunder-like air-splitting sounds, and from Mong Ji-hye’s Falling Flower Soul-Returning Sword, sword shadows fluttered and rose.
Jin Yu-han wielded two short spears each four feet long, deploying the Strange Wind Chaotic Spear Art.
Since these were all martial arts that Guyang Cheongang had personally restored, their mystical nature was extraordinary.
Even the warriors watching the Training Ground were impressed enough to applaud.
But once again, they began getting beaten senseless before they could even properly execute a single sword form.
Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack!
Invisible fists mercilessly pounded their entire bodies.
He gave them no time to scream, no time to fall. In an instant, they were struck hundreds of times.
Guyang Cheongang beat them so thoroughly that even Baek Muok, watching the scene from afar, shuddered slightly.
When Guyang Cheongang stopped his fists, the three men including Jang Cheol-un, already unconscious, collapsed limply like boneless octopi.
Thud…
Shock and fear appeared on the faces of the Self-Strengthening Corps warriors.
‘How are we supposed to block fists we can’t even see…’
‘How do they expect us to face such speed!’
But Guyang Cheongang wasn’t about to go easy on them.
“Anyone who hesitates or steps back gets beaten twice as hard. It’d be better to take your beating cleanly and collapse.”
At this point, it was do or die.
The warriors reluctantly charged at Guyang Cheongang. But the result was obvious.
After a moment, every single Self-Strengthening Corps warrior without exception had been beaten to a pulp and collapsed unconscious.
Those who had fallen first regained consciousness and began recovering their strength through Energy Circulation and Breath Control.
Guyang Cheongang demanded that those who had recovered attack him again, and beat them down once more.
Thwack thwack thwack thwack thwack-
Fainting and collapsing, then regaining consciousness only to get beaten again…
Except for a brief moment to eat lunch, this bizarre cultivation continued without rest until sunset.
Among the warriors, quite a few complained inwardly.
‘Where in the Great Bright World is there such brutal training!’
‘It would be better to just die…’
But such thoughts gradually transformed into fear and awe as time passed.
Guyang Cheongang, facing three hundred men alone, showed no signs of fatigue or exhaustion.
Rather, as time flowed, his movements became sharper and his aura grew strong enough to pierce the heavens.
To the warriors’ eyes, he no longer seemed human.
Inexhaustible stamina, relentless attacks without pause.
He was like a demon who had descended to this earth with the mission of beating them to death.
When the sun set and he finally stopped, Guyang Cheongang spoke coldly to the warriors sprawled in a mess.
“You’ll meet me once every three days. When we meet next, anyone who hasn’t improved from today will get beaten three times as hard.”
Leaving those words, he headed to his quarters.
The warriors left in the training ground supported each other as they stood up.
“Tomorrow… will tomorrow be a bit better?”
“Were you sleeping when the instructor spoke? He said we’d meet in three days.”
“Do we need to change something by then?”
Fear and despair were mixed on their faces.
But none of them spoke of giving up.
In their hearts burned a fierce desire to reclaim their lost glory.
Knowing that the revival of the Guyang Family meant the revival of their own clans, they willingly endured today’s pain.
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