Chronicles of the Martial God’s Return - Chapter 108

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The dim cave was swept by a wind so cold it defied description. The damp air hung heavy, almost suffocating, and Namgung Cheon found himself thinking this was perhaps the worst possible place to bring an injured person.
The moment that thought took root, his eyes turned lethal.
He’d tried so hard to keep himself composed, yet this rising bloodlust remained utterly beyond his control.
My child is here.
My kinsmen are here.
The thought that churned through his mind shook him all the more violently.
Slash!
A sound cut through the darkness.
The soft, deliberate sound of movement.
Had they deployed Lightweight Technique?
Their ability to suppress their presence was quite impressive.
Whether they’d undergone assassin training or possessed such stealth by nature, he couldn’t say—but their concealment ability was undeniably exceptional.
But.
Shwiiing!
His blade swept through the darkness in a single arc, cutting through whatever lay in its path. Whether it was human or beast mattered not to Namgung Cheon.
Something fell with a heavy thud, and the cave floor grew slick beneath his feet.
Presences stirred throughout the darkness.
They were startled—surely.
Yet Namgung Cheon walked on as though indifferent to whatever they thought or did. The length and danger of this cave held no interest for him.
Thud!
He advanced.
Screech!
He cut.
Countless blades rained down upon him as he walked, struck, and thrust. Not one of them found purchase. Not one could so much as graze his flesh.
Thud-thud!
Bodies fell in succession, and with each one, a strange cry echoed through the cave—the unmistakable sound of those wielding Spirit Possession Technique.
“Guhhhhh!”
Inhuman screams.
Their movements grew faster.
Faster than sound itself riding the wind. Had he relied on hearing alone, he would surely have fallen. Yet Namgung Cheon would not be deceived by such tricks.
Slice!
He sidestep slightly and thrust his blade forward, feeling the sensation of a throat parting beneath his fingertips. Then he pivoted left and struck again.
Screech!
He severed them.
He could not tell where each blow landed, but there was no doubt these were no longer living men.
Thud!
“Ugh—ack!”
As another fell, he drove his sword through its throat.
Then, slowly, he turned his gaze toward those surrounding him in the darkness and opened his mouth.
“Not one of you will survive.”
His fury erupted like a volcanic inferno.

“Well now, this is tedious.”
Sa Do-hak weaved between attacks, catching his breath. Over fifty of them had poured through the entrance at once, and he found himself at a loss as to where to even begin.
Or rather, more precisely—
How could he kill them in an interesting way?
“Using Spirit Possession Technique and you’re only this strong? How disappointing.”
He was genuinely unimpressed.
He’d expected them to press harder, but they showed no such ability. The organization had its systems well-ordered, certainly, but for a master of Sa Do-hak’s caliber, their level was far from sufficient.
Sssslash!
In that instant, they encircled him completely.
Blades extended simultaneously, their brilliant attacks dazzling to the eye. That they could execute such technique even while bereft of reason spoke to the considerable strength of their mental conditioning.
Sa Do-hak smiled faintly.
He caught one incoming blade with his bare hand and, without hesitation, swung his own sword—cleaving his opponent’s head in two. The sound of splitting wood accompanied the sight of a man’s body torn asunder. Without missing a beat, he planted his foot, executing True Footwork.
Boom!
The ground convulsed as though an earthquake had struck.
Those standing were thrown violently off balance, their footing lost.
In that instant, his leg shot forward.
With a single strike, he smashed the opponent’s head. Simultaneously, spinning his momentum, he crushed another’s chest. The flowing sequence of movements was impossibly natural, and soon a leg strike, brilliant as lightning, whirled and devastated everything around it.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
In a heartbeat, the gathered bodies crumpled and collapsed. Even those barely clinging to consciousness through the Spirit Possession Technique found themselves holding their breath before such overwhelming martial prowess.
“Remarkable. The Hwecheon Gak… you’ve elevated simple martial arts into something transcendent.”
“Ha ha ha! It’s my signature technique, after all.”
Dan Woo-hyun couldn’t help but offer his praise this time. Sa Do-hak truly possessed martial arts entirely different from those of Namgung Cheon.
He seemed to understand well that even inferior martial arts, when refined to the highest realm, could be transformed into techniques capable of killing a man with a single blow.
“Impossible! This can’t be happening!”
Gang Do-hyul gasped roughly, his breathing ragged with fury.
He, the most mentally intact of them all, stared at his dying subordinates and couldn’t steady himself. His opponent hadn’t even revealed his true pinnacle technique.
They were toying with him and his men using only crude martial arts.
“Who are you people?! Who dares block my path?!”
His shriek rang out like a bell.
The sound echoed far across the distance.
Unlike his men, fighting desperately, these opponents were at ease. They laughed and chattered as if playing with children, conversing freely among themselves.
Was this even possible?
To wield such overwhelming power, to have toppled the Namgung Clan itself—and yet to face something so absurd? How could such a thing exist?
His spirit felt as though it were crumbling.
He swallowed a groan and clenched his fists.
If he lost his grip on sanity even for a moment, that thread holding him together would snap and he’d descend into madness—yet he felt it slipping away more and more.
He simply couldn’t accept this situation.
‘If that man says I can’t… then…!’
Gang Do-hyul thought it through.
That man before his eyes was far too strong.
But there was a way to exploit his weakness. He smiled coldly to himself and glanced at his subordinates. Even if they’d lost their minds, they could still respond to his commands.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, dozens of men rushed forward together.
They thrust swords at Sa Do-hak, hurled Hidden Projectiles, and unleashed a barrage of every conceivable weapon technique.
The earth itself trembled and the ground shook violently—a ferocious assault. No matter how extraordinary one’s skill, to take such punishment would certainly mean defeat.
But that wasn’t the objective.
Gang Do-hyul moved.
Dozens of his subordinates followed in his wake.
Those pummeling Sa Do-hak with their barrage suddenly pulled back, then rushed at maximum speed toward where Gang Do-hyul was heading.
And that place was—
‘If strength won’t work, then take a hostage!’
Gang Do-hyul thought.
If you can’t win by strength, use your mind. Those who survive by such means are the true strong ones, the victors. That was how this Martial World operated, and it was no cowardice at all.
That man was ominous.
But his ominousness was better than death by Sa Do-hak’s hand.
He couldn’t even tell if he was strong or weak.
But since he clearly looked young, his realm couldn’t be that high.
‘It’s your mistake for leaving behind someone who can be taken hostage.’
Gang Do-hyul smiled coldly as he rushed forward.
In that moment—
“Tsk tsk… You’re serious?”
Behind them, Sa Do-hak’s tongue-clicking sound reached his ears.
What? Questioning that single remark, he turned his head—only to find Sa Do-hak sitting calmly back there, observing the situation with indifference.
A chill ran down his spine.
An inexplicable dread seized him.
Then Dan Woo-hyun, who had been leaning against a tree nearby, let out a soft chuckle.
“You’ve got a head on your shoulders.”
Dan Woo-hyun grasped his Sword Wave gently.
One, two, three—he watched the approaching men as if counting, and even as the distance closed in an instant, his composure never wavered.
Then, ever so slightly, his blade slid free from its sheath.
Only the very tip of the blade was revealed.
But the force it unleashed was far beyond imagination.
“Run… Get away!”
He cried out, though far too late.
But it was already done.
The gap between masters is absolute.
More than that, the interval between a Martial God and ordinary men isn’t merely a barrier—it’s a perfect seal. No one who enters can ever escape.
And so.
The time it took for everyone to become butchered meat was nothing more than the blink of an eye.
Splash!
“Hm…….”
The sight of dozens of men carved into pieces in a single moment was something even the eye refused to believe. Sa Do-hak could perform similar feats, perhaps, but never with such precision—and certainly never without leaving so much as a trace of the blade being drawn.
Thud-thud-thud!
Blood and chunks of flesh scattered and fell in all directions.
The spectacle was nauseating and horrifying to witness.
Barely a dozen survivors remained.
It was another demonstration of just how vast Dan Woo-hyun’s realm was—and how impossible it was to escape it.
“I… it… this… can’t… be…….”
Gang Do-hyul staggered backward, his entire body trembling.
The image of dozens of his own men being slaughtered before his eyes remained etched in his mind like a searing wound.
He hadn’t even seen the blade being drawn, let alone how it was swung. The moment he realized Dan Woo-hyun had ascended to a realm far beyond Sa Do-hak, his mind seemed to shatter, and he unleashed a primal shriek.
“This can’t be! This can’t be real!”
His voice tore through the air.
He had grasped the power he’d so desperately sought, reached the point where he could seize everything—only for it all to crumble in this brief span of time.
Was he supposed to accept that?
“It’s impossible!”
Gang Do-hyul had lost all reason, his cries growing feral. His eyes had rolled back, and veins bulged across his entire frame. His aura burned fiercer still, his muscles swelling as if they might burst through his skin.
Dan Woo-hyun’s brow furrowed.
“He’s lost his mind.”
“Is that even human anymore?”
“The price of the Spirit Possession Technique, perhaps. At this stage, torture would yield nothing worth hearing.”
Dan Woo-hyun stepped lightly away from the tree.
He gripped his blade gently and watched Gang Do-hyul charge forward. Though his gaze remained cold, the resolve crystallized within it spoke clearly to any observer what his mind had decided.
He would kill him.
Yes, that was the only emotion residing in Dan Woo-hyun’s thoughts.
Sa Do-hak simply watched.
Gang Do-hyul’s subordinates, the first to close in, became meat once more, scattering across the ground. It was a merciless hand, showing no mercy even to those already deprived of reason.
But it was not finished.
Crash!
Gang Do-hyul’s body was torn to shreds and scattered.
Sa Do-hak watched the finale and smiled.
‘Truly…… powerful!’
Trembling.
His entire body quivered as if seized by convulsion. Standing before an absolute being for the first time, he felt no despair—no sense of inevitable submission or an insurmountable ceiling.
Rather, a fierce confidence surged through him: he would surpass even this man.
Yes, one climbs higher only by gazing upon the unreachable summit.

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