Almighty God of War - Chapter 174
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174
The fight was over.
Jegal Ryong, who had watched it all, was shocked to see O Gwangnyeo and Yu Garyang defeated and killed by Guyang Cheongang.
They were absolute masters of the early Transformation Realm, among the strongest fighters in the Gunma Alliance and Heavenly Death Department.
In Gangho, everyone trembled when they heard their names.
Such men had been killed.
Small holes were pierced in their foreheads, with blood flowing out and staining their faces.
Their eyes were wide open, with surprise and terror frozen within them.
The smell of blood filled the valley.
Smelling that distinctive bloody scent mixed with fishy and metallic odors, Jegal Ryong felt his stomach twist.
He clenched his fist hidden in his sleeve.
‘I need to stay calm…’
But his heart wouldn’t easily settle due to the fear that had invaded his mind.
He had already planned everything before the battle began.
If Guyang Cheongang died, he intended to attack and kill O Gwangnyeo and Yu Garyang when they were wounded.
In a Transformation Realm battle, even the victor would surely be severely injured, and if he targeted that opening, he could definitely win.
Then he planned to go outside and spread rumors that Guyang Cheongang, O Gwangnyeo, and Yu Garyang had all perished together.
That way, the Gunma Alliance and Heavenly Death Department wouldn’t leave the Guyang Family alone.
A family capable of raising Transformation Realm martial artists would be threatening enough, and the death of those two would be excellent justification to attack the Guyang Family.
And even if the Gunma Alliance and Heavenly Death Department destroyed the Guyang Family, they would certainly suffer considerable damage.
A structure where the righteous path would smile and the evil path would bleed.
It was a plan worthy of being called the pinnacle of discord strategy.
But…
‘Guyang Cheongang won. With overwhelming skill at that…’
Jegal Ryong’s eyes darkened.
The plan had fallen through.
Now he couldn’t even go out and spread rumors.
If he spread rumors that Guyang Cheongang had killed those two, anyone could tell that he was the source of the rumors.
Only he and Guyang Cheongang remained in this valley.
If things went that way, it was obvious that Guyang Cheongang would become an enemy of the Jegal Family.
‘Huu…’
Even trying to hold back, a sigh escaped naturally.
Becoming enemies with an absolute master who could single-handedly kill two Transformation Realm martial artists was the worst possible move.
‘Damn it…’
Jegal Ryong bit his lips in conflict.
He still hadn’t completely decoded the dharma text on the stone stele.
He had grasped the core, but the detailed parts weren’t clear, and naturally he hadn’t mastered it physically either.
Taking the return path and going back alive would be the best option.
‘Right, let’s go back. I’ve obtained the core of the dharma text, so that’s enough. No need to be greedy.’
Having made up his mind, Jegal Ryong’s eyes fell on Guyang Cheongang.
The young martial artist wearing a bamboo hat was standing quietly, looking down at the corpses.
Subtle emotions shook Jegal Ryong’s heart.
‘Guyang… Cheongang…’
The one who first discovered the secret of Hongnyeom-ro, realized the secret of white flames to save hundreds of lives, and decoded the stone stele’s dharma text fastest.
It was all Guyang Cheongang, not himself.
Even he, called the greatest genius of the Jegal Family in a hundred years, couldn’t figure out what Guyang Cheongang had realized first.
Jealousy and envy grew like poisonous mushrooms in Jegal Ryong’s heart.
But Jegal Ryong gritted his teeth and suppressed his emotions.
‘Me, jealous… Right now, getting out alive is the most important thing. How to deal with that guy can wait until after I get out…’
He took a deep breath and tried to move his feet.
At that moment, Guyang Cheongang raised his head.
Jegal Ryong’s heart seemed to stop.
Guyang Cheongang’s gaze flowing through the bamboo hat was cold as ice.
Jegal Ryong tried to open his mouth but no voice came out.
When Guyang Cheongang stepped forward, he reflexively stepped back then stopped.
As cold sweat flowed down Jegal Ryong’s back, Guyang Cheongang approached.
The distance between the two narrowed to one jang.
The mouth revealed under Guyang Cheongang’s bamboo hat was tightly shut, and his jawline was firm.
And his emotionless eyes were looking straight at Jegal Ryong.
Jegal Ryong’s heart sank.
‘Could it be… he knows what I was thinking…?’
But that was impossible.
He had merely watched the fight from behind the stone stele.
Jegal Ryong’s lips went dry.
Guyang Cheongang asked in a low, emotionless voice.
“Hero Jegal, it’s time to go to Pungdo Gate. Let’s go together.”
Guyang Cheongang’s tone was not a suggestion but a command.
Jegal Ryong’s face grew even paler and his instincts screamed.
He realized that Guyang Cheongang knew his inner thoughts and that if he refused, he would die right here.
“Hero Guyang, if you kill me, the Jegal Family won’t stand for it. The Martial Alliance too…”
Guyang Cheongang chuckled and said.
“Why would I kill Hero Jegal? I simply want to enter Pungdo Gate together.”
Though a smile played around his lips, his voice was cold enough to remind one of northern winds and snow.
Silence flowed.
Jegal Ryong realized that whatever he said would be useless.
Guyang Cheongang looked at him indifferently.
Even without Akasha’s assistance, he was someone born with a naturally genius-level brain.
On top of that, after coming to this world and spending nearly three years, he had learned the ruthlessness and cruelty of Gangho.
Thanks to this, he could easily figure out what Jegal Ryong had been thinking while he fought O Gwangnyeo and Yu Garyang.
“Please go first.”
His voice was still cold and emotionless. And commanding.
Jegal Ryong gritted his teeth.
Escaping from a master who had single-handedly killed O Gwangnyeo and Yu Garyang was impossible, and if he refused, he would obviously end up like them.
‘I have no choice but to go together. But it’s not completely hopeless. I’ve also interpreted thirty percent of the stone stele’s dharma text. If I do my best… there’s a possibility of survival.’
With a gambling mindset, Jegal Ryong nodded and slowly walked toward the stone gate of Pungdo Gate.
He could feel Guyang Cheongang’s presence behind him.
As the stone gate drew closer, the three characters for Pungdo Gate grew larger.
Stopping in front of the stone gate, Jegal Ryong glanced at Guyang Cheongang standing beside him.
Guyang Cheongang met his gaze with cold eyes and said.
“Let’s go in.”
Biting his lips tightly, Jegal Ryong pushed the stone gate.
Creeeeak-
With a heavy, long sound, the gate slowly opened, and wind sharp as blades poured out.
Jegal Ryong took a deep breath and stepped inside, with Guyang Cheongang following behind.
As the two disappeared inside the gate, it closed with a thud.
The valley, left with only two corpses and the eerie stone stele, fell silent again.
The valley between Pungdo Gate and Jesa Gwan Mun Budok Lim.
Guyang Cheongang emerged from the stone gate.
His clothes were torn to shreds like rags, and shallow wounds covered his entire body, but there were no fatal injuries.
Guyang Cheongang turned around and looked back at the stone gate of Pungdo Gate.
A bitter smile appeared on his lips.
Jegal Ryong had died without being able to escape Pungdo Gate.
The events he had experienced inside the gate flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
Pungdo Gate was, as expected, a narrow canyon where blade-like winds raged.
The width was about ten jang, and the sky stretched endlessly high above.
Whiiiiik!
Clang clang clang clang!
Invisible wind blades sliced through the air, cutting down everything that tried to pass through the canyon.
Even the Protective Body Energy that Guyang Cheongang deployed could not block them.
The wind blades that cut through his energy like tofu tried to slice his entire body to pieces.
If not for the Heavenly Cliff Single Step, Pungdo Gate was such a treacherous place that even he couldn’t guarantee his survival.
He couldn’t tell how much time had passed.
The canyon stretched endlessly, the wind never stopped, and the blades flew relentlessly.
Guyang Cheongang fell into a state of selfless absorption within it.
The world disappeared.
There was no canyon, no wind, no blades.
Only movement existed.
One step, then another step.
His body moved on its own, his consciousness became hazy, and everything became instinct.
It felt like his movement was becoming one with heaven and earth.
He could feel the pulse of the earth, see the flow of the wind, and grasp the wrinkles of space in his hands.
It seemed like he had become part of the universe, and the universe had become part of him.
It was perfect harmony, but… something was lacking.
There was something that seemed within reach at his fingertips but couldn’t be grasped, a realm that seemed visible before his eyes but couldn’t be reached.
‘Just a little more… just a little more…’
The moment Guyang Cheongang tried to grasp a fragment of enlightenment,
“Aaaahhh!”
A desperate scream came from behind.
Awakening from his selfless state, he turned his head to look back.
About ten jang behind him, Jegal Ryong was staggering.
With countless wounds covering him, he was so covered in blood that calling him a blood-soaked man wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
Jegal Ryong cried out like a scream.
“Hero Guyang! Save me! Please save me!”
He stretched out one arm toward Guyang Cheongang, but his other arm was nowhere to be seen, severed from the shoulder.
“If we return alive, the Main Family will give you anything you want! Silver taels! Secret manuals! Spirit medicine! Anything! Please!”
Guyang Cheongang did not respond.
He simply watched Jegal Ryong indifferently while avoiding the wind blades.
Jegal Ryong’s face contorted.
Pleading turned to rage, and rage transformed into curses.
“You bastard! You’re the one who made me like this! Because of you… because of you I…!”
He coughed up blood as he shouted.
“How dare the Guyang Family! How dare a junior from a fallen family humiliate me! Humiliate the Jegal Family! Even if you manage to return alive from this place… the Jegal Family, the Martial Alliance, the Six Great Families won’t let you be!”
Spittle flew from his mouth.
“Your family will be annihilated, all your blood relatives will die, and your name will be erased from Murim’s history! You… you…!”
Whiiiiik!
A wind blade flew in, cutting off Jegal Ryong’s words.
His left leg was severed from the knee, and his body tilted to one side.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
A desperate scream echoed through the canyon.
Jegal Ryong collapsed to the ground and tried to get up by pressing his hands against the earth, but he couldn’t stand.
Thud thud thud thud thud!
Wind blades poured down consecutively, tearing apart his entire body.
His right leg was severed, and his left arm also fell off from the elbow.
Dozens and hundreds of wounds appeared across his entire body as if he were being butchered.
“Aaaahhhhhhh-!”
Jegal Ryong screamed desperately and rolled on the ground, but it was useless.
The blades did not stop.
His neck was half-severed, his back split open, and his chest was cut to expose his heart.
Blood spurted up like a fountain.
Jegal Ryong’s screams gradually grew quieter and finally stopped.
His body was mutilated beyond recognition and scattered in the wind as a spray of blood.
Red mist filled the canyon and slowly disappeared.
Jegal Ryong died like that.
The foremost formation master of the Orthodox Faction.
The greatest genius of the Jegal Family in a hundred years.
All that fame scattered futilely in the wind.
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