Almighty God of War - Chapter 145

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145

 

Jusanjin, beneath a wild mountain a hundred li away from Dongryeong Salt Field.

 

About a hundred field tents similar to the northern region’s paos were pitched there.

 

Inside the massive tent at the center, Langinjang Sect Leader Ilsutalhon Bueung was looking down at two kneeling men with an expression of disbelief.

 

Yang Chu and Song Moon.

 

They had departed leading five hundred men, yet returned with barely less than two hundred remaining forces.

 

It was such an unimaginable result that it was difficult to accept reality.

 

“…Tell me again.”

 

Bueung’s voice turned cold.

 

Yang Chu answered with a trembling voice.

 

“Sect Leader, that man is at the Transformation Realm level. We couldn’t possibly match him.”

 

Crack!

 

The tea cup in Bueung’s hand shattered into pieces.

 

“Transformation Realm?”

 

Flames of anger blazed from his eyes.

 

“A Transformation Realm master, the kind that even the Nine Great Sects and Six Great Families might produce only once per generation, is working as a martial arts instructor at some salt field? You’re telling me to believe that?”

 

Song Moon added with a trembling voice.

 

“Sect Leader, he didn’t even use his hands. He just walked, and the subordinates around him… they were crushed to death as if squeezed by invisible hands. If Elder Brother Yang and I hadn’t both seen wrong at the same time, how could we have witnessed the same thing?”

 

Yang Chu also chimed in.

 

“You can confirm with the surviving subordinates, Sect Leader. We’re not lying to avoid responsibility for our defeat.”

 

First Deputy Leader Cheon Yul, who was standing beside Bueung, spoke.

 

“Sect Leader, the second and third don’t seem to be lying.”

 

Bueung turned his head toward him.

 

“Then we’d have to accept that Jang Woomyeong is a Transformation Realm master and that he was waiting for us at Dongryeong Salt Field. Can you accept that, Deputy Leader?”

 

“I also find it hard to believe. But if what our brothers say is true, we should abandon this commission even if we have to pay the penalty. Fighting a Transformation Realm master would be suicide for our sect.”

 

“If rumors spread that our sect abandoned a commission because the enemy was strong, who would entrust work to us in the future!”

 

“We’ll have to endure the damage to our reputation.”

 

“I should have personally led all of our sect’s forces to attack that place instead…”

 

Yang Chu muttered inwardly.

 

‘If you had, Sect Leader would have been too busy running away. If unlucky, you would have ended up as crushed acorns in his hands…’

 

Then Song Moon spoke while gauging Bueung’s mood.

 

“Sect Leader, when we left that place, it seemed like he was tracking us.”

 

“You were followed?”

 

“We fled as carefully as possible, so he probably turned back midway, but we should send subordinates to confirm…”

 

Cheon Yul’s expression changed as he shouted angrily.

 

“Third, why are you only mentioning this now!”

 

That was when it happened.

 

All the brightly burning candles in the room went out simultaneously, as if by agreement.

 

Even the sound of wind outside the window ceased, and a terrible silence dominated the room.

 

Feeling an overwhelmingly intense aura approaching, Bueung’s expression hardened like stone.

 

This aura was a pressure of a different class that he had never felt even when meeting high-ranking figures from the Heavenly Death Department.

 

He spoke quietly.

 

“No need to argue.”

 

Cheon Yul, Yang Chu, and Song Moon looked at him.

 

Bueung realized that this terrifying aura was directed solely at him.

 

Selective intimidation.

 

There was no need to think about what that meant.

 

Yang Chu and Song Moon’s words had not been exaggerated.

 

Bueung slowly rose from his seat and spoke.

 

“He’s here.”

 

Shriiiiek- Shriek! Shriek! Shriek!

 

Sharp horn sounds shattered the dawn silence.

 

Langinjang members inside and outside the tents poured out like a swarm of ants.

 

Gripping their weapons, they formed ranks while guarding all directions.

 

At the hour when dawn’s light was approaching.

 

Thick fog was rising in the dim darkness, like a harbinger before the appearance of a grim reaper.

 

The moment Bueung and the Three Deputy Leaders emerged from the command tent and looked toward the camp entrance, everything seemed to freeze.

 

There stood a tall man alone, as calmly as if he had been there from the beginning.

 

It was Guyang Cheongang.

 

“Uuugh…”

 

Yang Chu and Song Moon simultaneously let out groans.

 

Their complexions turned pale as corpses.

 

Even though over five hundred Langinjang members were all pointing their weapons at him, Guyang Cheongang showed no concern whatsoever.

 

He stared directly at Bueung.

 

Meeting his gaze, Bueung fell into the illusion that he had become a rabbit standing before a tiger.

 

Those were the eyes of a terrifying predator.

 

“Are you the Langinjang Sect Leader?”

 

Though his voice was indifferent, the tremendous pressure contained within it instantly made the air heavy and oppressive.

 

Bueung stepped forward with a hardened expression.

 

As the Langinjang Sect Leader, he couldn’t show a defeated appearance before his subordinates before even fighting.

 

“Then you must be Sea Heaven Death God Jang Woomyeong?”

 

“That’s right.”

 

Guyang Cheongang nodded and smiled.

 

But his eyes weren’t smiling at all.

 

“If you tried to destroy the salt field…”

 

Guyang Cheongang opened his mouth and took one step forward.

 

It was just one step, but the momentum it created was spectacular.

 

Whooooom-

 

Invisible waves spread in all directions.

 

“You should be prepared for the price of failure, shouldn’t you?”

 

At that moment, the Langinjang members in front of Guyang Cheongang all stepped back in unison.

 

It was as if a massive iron wall was pushing them away.

 

“Uuugh…”

 

“Can’t… can’t breathe…”

 

Some buckled at the knees and collapsed.

 

They couldn’t withstand Guyang Cheongang’s overwhelming presence.

 

Even Bueung’s face turned pale.

 

He desperately realized that Yang Chu and Song Moon’s words had not been exaggerated.

 

“No answer.”

 

Guyang Cheongang shook his head as if disappointed.

 

“Then I’ll show you directly what the price of failure is.”

 

At that moment, Bueung and the Langinjang members could instinctively feel it.

 

Death itself had arrived right before them.

 

Guyang Cheongang slowly raised both hands.

 

Above his right palm, a crimson sun that seemed ready to burn everything rose.

 

Above his left palm, a pale blue moon that seemed ready to freeze everything bloomed.

 

During his cultivation at Dongryeong Salt Field, he had dismantled and reconstructed all his existing martial studies.

 

The Explosive Thunder Flame King Hammer was no exception.

 

He had extracted the essence from this destructive martial art and developed it into two completely different paths.

 

A spear of certain death that pierces through a single point to annihilate everything, Poknoegwanhongchu.

 

And the ultimate wide-area technique that combines the two extreme forces of yin and yang into one, erasing everything in sight from the map, Taegeukyeomwangpo.

 

He had perfected these techniques through tens of thousands of repetitions in his Mental World, but this was the first time displaying them in reality.

 

The two opposing energies pulled at each other, causing the surrounding space to twist as if screaming.

 

The earth beneath Guyang Cheongang’s feet also began to change.

 

The right side bubbled and melted like lava, while the left side was instantly covered with three inches of ice.

 

“Wh-what is that?”

 

“Run!”

 

The terror-stricken Wandering Warriors tried to scatter in all directions, but it was already too late.

 

“Taegeukyeomwangpo.”

 

As Guyang Cheongang quietly chanted and extended both hands forward, the flames from his right hand and ice from his left merged into one massive chaos before his chest.

 

Wooooooooooong-!

 

With the groaning sound of space twisting, a giant taeguk symbol was drawn in the sky.

 

A massive chaotic whirlpool where flames and ice bit each other’s tails, symbolizing the beginning and end of the world.

 

Soon, that giant taeguk symbol condensed inward and transformed into a sphere radiating mysterious light.

 

On its surface, red lava and blue glaciers writhed together in unstable mixture.

 

Bueung’s face turned pale as he watched the spectacle.

 

“What in the world is that…?”

 

A moment of silence.

 

The taeguk sphere that left Guyang Cheongang’s fingertips leaped across space and fell into the center of the Langinjang Camp.

 

The speed was terrifying.

 

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang-!

 

With a tremendous explosion, all sounds in the world disappeared.

 

At the center of the explosion, as if a meteorite had fallen, the earth within dozens of zhang was completely torn up, and a mushroom-shaped pillar of dust shot up as if to pierce the sky.

 

But that was not the end. It was only the beginning.

 

Kwaaaaaaa-!

 

The second shockwave.

 

Absolute zero Cold Energy that froze everything and scorching flames that burned everything became waves that swept across the battlefield.

 

Even the Wandering Warriors who were far from the epicenter could not escape that disaster.

 

“Uaaaaaaaak-!”

 

Desperate screams tore through the dawn sky.

 

Feeling the pain of freezing and burning simultaneously, their bodies shattered like ice fragments before scattering again as handfuls of ash.

 

Of the Wandering Sect that had numbered around seven hundred, less than half survived.

 

It was hell manifested on Earth, created by a single strike.

 

Swoosh-

 

Guyang Cheongang lightly crossed the massive crater created by Taegeukyeomwangpo as if stepping over a small puddle.

 

He stopped walking while watching the Wandering Warriors scatter in all directions in terror and raised both hands.

 

Then he lightly clapped his hands.

 

Clap.

 

Strangely, no sound was heard.

 

Rather, absolute silence came as if all sounds in the world were being sucked into him.

 

And the next moment, that silence could not endure and exploded.

 

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaang-!

 

This was a Supreme Technique he had created by synthesizing all principles of sound martial arts, Cheokcheonbungeum.

 

Terrifying sound waves that pierced not the ears but directly through the souls struck the ears of the frantically fleeing Wandering Warriors.

 

Those within ten zhang could not even scream.

 

Their bodies burst from the inside as if crushed by an invisible giant’s hand.

 

Bones and flesh separated, and blood scattered like mist.

 

Even those beyond that had their internal organs twisted and eardrums ruptured as they vomited blood and collapsed.

 

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-!

 

“Uaaaaaaaak-!!!”

 

Silence came to the field where even the endless desperate screams had ceased.

 

The number of Wandering Warriors who had survived about half was reduced to less than one hundred.

 

Bueung and the Three Deputy Leaders could only stare blankly at the hellish scene before them, lost in shock.

 

Was that Martial Arts?

 

Could what they had devoted their lives to training and sometimes risked their lives for, that thing called martial arts, truly belong in the same category as such disaster?

 

They had heard countless legends about the Transformation Realm, but had never heard stories of one person’s will erasing hundreds of lives so futilely.

 

At the end of their gaze, Guyang Cheongang was walking slowly toward them.

 

Despite standing at the center of disaster, not even a hem of his clothes was disheveled.

 

Guyang Cheongang, whose eyes met with Bueung’s, opened his mouth. His voice was extremely calm, as if conversing with an old friend.

 

“An interesting expression.”

 

He tilted his head and muttered.

 

“What would I have thought in a situation like this? Ah, right. I would have begged to be spared.”

 

Goosebumps rose all over Bueung’s body.

 

That calm tone made his spine chill more than any madness could.

 

“But the Sect Leader doesn’t say such words. Good.”

 

He stopped right in front of Bueung.

 

A cold light flashed in Guyang Cheongang’s eyes.

 

“The fate of those who touched Dongryeong Salt Field is decided. They all die. Today’s destruction of the Wandering Sect will serve as a sign that my will shall never change.”

 

His gaze swept over Bueung and the deputy leaders trembling with fear behind him.

 

“But I suppose someone is needed to spread the word. Wandering Sect Leader, I’ll spare one of your subordinates. They need to convey my words to those who covet Dongryeong Salt Field.”

 

A hollow laugh appeared at the corner of Bueung’s mouth.

 

That man who spoke of massacring hundreds and killing the remaining ones without blinking an eye.

 

Yet why did his words not sound absurd but feel natural instead – what kind of sorcery was this?

 

A hollow laugh appeared at the corner of Bueung’s mouth.

 

Guyang Cheongang clicked his tongue as if disappointed.

 

“No answer. Then I’ll have to choose directly.”

 

At that moment, Bueung realized.

 

What they were facing was not human, but a true disaster.

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