Emperor Namgung Mu of the Thousand Years - Chapter 14

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The wind blew.

The banners announcing the Entrance Competition fluttered.

Below them, I slowly rolled up my martial robes that had been flapping down to my wrists.

I brought my rolled-up sleeves together in front.

I placed my bloodied fist against my palm.

-Clap.

And then, I cupped my hands toward my past life’s bitter enemies and whispered.

“Come.”

“This arrogant bastard!!”

The third of the Wi Family Quartet, Wi Hojin, charged at me first.

He kicked toward my waist.

And then.

-Swoosh.

My body became blurred.

I moved like lightning. Lifting my leg to block the opponent’s attack, I caught his arm and twisted it in reverse.

-Crack.

With a terrible scream, the third brother clutched his broken arm and thrashed about.

Even in the midst of that, he swung his other fist at me. I dodged and spun to the side. I brought my heel down toward the side of his exposed knee. The third brother’s right leg bent backward.

“Gah-!”

Before the enemy’s scream could even emerge, I struck his throat with the edge of my hand. The enemy tried to retreat, limping backward while clutching his throat with his remaining good hand. I pursued closely and brought my elbow down on his exposed, sunken collarbone.

-Crack.

The third brother’s arm that had been covering his throat drooped like a wet towel. I caught that drooping arm and-.

“No-!”

-Crack!

I shattered it completely while grabbing the third brother by the collar and throwing him aside.

-Crash!

The air froze as if cold water had been poured over it.

“That movement just now…”

“…I missed it.”

In just one breath.

In just one breath, both collarbones of Wi Hojin, the third of the Wi Family Quartet, were broken, along with both his drooping arms. His right leg was also bent backward, and only his left leg, the sole remaining intact limb, was stretched out straight, trembling and convulsing.

“Gah… gahh…”

Wi Hojin writhed, foaming at the mouth from pain.

I said.

“First, one down like this.”

“…Good heavens.”

Everyone fell silent.

At first, the crowd had been raising their voices in mockery of this reckless battle.

But even they closed their mouths.

And then-.

“Kill him!!”

“This son of a bitch, for doing that to third brother!”

From all four directions, the remaining three simultaneously took their stances and leaped in.

The fourth brother, Wi Jiseung, charged at me. A kick flew toward my shin.

I kicked that foot away.

My roundhouse kick landed in the opponent’s exposed side.

-Crack.

With a rupturing sound, the fourth brother’s ribs shattered like they were crushed. I struck upward at his chin with my palm. The youngest, Wi Jiseung, rolled around screaming, clutching his side along with his shattered jaw.

“Aaaahhh!”

“This lowly mixed blood!”

The second brother, Wi Gahu, spread his fingers and aimed for my eyes.

I grabbed the hand trying to stab and twisted it, breaking it instantly.

I struck his chin upward with my palm and brought my heel down on his hip joint.

One side of Wi Gahu’s hipbone shattered. He staggered backward in pain and collapsed.

“You bastard!”

The eldest, Wi Jacheon’s kick aimed for my head like lightning.

“Got you-!”

[Body]

Just before Wi Jacheon’s foot could strike my temple, the first form of Pasabeolsik, the golden protective energy, activated.

-Clang!

The side kick stopped with a thunderous sound as if blocked by thin air.

“What the…!”

Wi Jacheon, the eldest, regained his stance in shock.

The eldest among the four brothers, he quickly regained his composure and began to seriously engage with me.

“You damn bastard, you did this to my brothers?!”

Punches and kicks flew at me.

-Swish, swoosh!

I dodged them all, my black robes fluttering.

All of it by a hair’s breadth.

“Yes.”

While dodging, my eyes looking at Wi Jacheon were flowing with streaks of blue light.

“You’re the main event after all.”

“This… bastard…!”

Wi Jacheon pressed his attack.

He began pouring out full-power attacks.

-Whoosh!

Dozens of punches and kicks were unleashed with enough force to stir up wind.

I evaded them all.

And those dozens of strikes couldn’t even graze the hem of my clothes.

Wi Jacheon’s face turned pale.

“No, this can’t be… How is it that not even once!”

This was no longer a martial duel.

It was no longer a duel anymore.

Flailing his limbs frantically, Wi Jacheon cried out desperately.

“There’s no way I can’t land even a single hit!”

It wasn’t just Wi Jacheon who was shocked.

“What… are we watching?”

“Were the Wi Family Quartet always this weak?”

The audience began to murmur.

And those who knew martial arts were all wide-eyed, maintaining their silence.

What I was currently using was thoroughly the most basic body techniques of the Namgung Family.

Great Dragon Palm Three-Strike Form.

I wasn’t deploying any special advanced martial arts.

There were no special techniques, no mysterious methods.

But each punch was heavy,

And each kick’s trajectory was swift.

Each strike like an icicle, like frost-sharp blows, pierced through gaps regardless of what ascending martial arts the opponent deployed.

That was all there was to it.

Nothing to break through,

Nothing to doubt.

My hand movements were bold.

My fingertips were condensed with killing intent.

There was not the slightest hesitation.

In those tyrannical and cruel hand movements, there was none of the slight hesitation or pause that any human would have.

That was my life.

That was the path I had walked.

And this.

All of this…!

“Your karma…!”

Born from the bitter fate with them.

This was also the proof of my life, having crawled up to this position by filling my entire previous existence with life-and-death struggles…!

-Pit!

“Ah?”

In the gap where Wi Jacheon retreated, I grabbed the nose of the fourth son Wi Jiseung, who was charging again while clutching his broken ribs.

And I twisted it without hesitation.

-Crack!

“Keuak!”

The fourth son tumbled over, clutching his nose. Taking advantage of that opening, the second son with his crushed hip joint charged again.

“You bastard, die-!”

I stuck my fingers into the second son’s gaping jaw. I grabbed and pulled. I struck his uvula.

“Keeek! Kek!”

Preventing the target from screaming was a habit from my assassin days, before beginning a full execution.

-Crack!

I grabbed the second son’s hair.

And toward his fully exposed face-.

“Say it again, mixed blood, what?”

I began madly pummeling with my fists.

-Bang! Bang bang bang bang!

I didn’t rest.

The second son’s face was completely crushed under my fists.

-Splatter!

Blood splashed on my face.

Flesh fragments flew.

The second son’s struggling arms dropped.

“This bastard!”

Wi Jacheon, left alone, threw his body and thrust his fist at me with all his strength.

-Swish, swish swish!

I deflected all the fists extending toward me with my palms while stepping backward.

Finally, I spread my palm toward the fist flying straight at my face.

-Bang!!

With a faint shockwave, the fist was blocked by my palm.

Wi Jacheon cried out in surprise at my hand that had blocked his fist.

“Wh, what kind of human hand!”

Wi Jacheon was filled with surprise at my fingers, mangled from countless hellish training.

-Grip.

My fingers clenched around his fist.

“Uh, uhhhhh?!”

Startled Wi Jacheon tried to pull his arm away.

It was already too late.

My fingers dug into his fist.

-Crunch!!

Wi Jacheon’s trained fist was completely shattered as if crushed by grip strength.

“Uaak-!!”

Wi Jacheon screamed and retreated backward.

“Uh… uhhh!”

Wi Jacheon staggered with trembling pupils.

Fear began to weigh down on everyone.

The Sword Master’s face, who had been watching the situation from the back, began to rot away.

Wi Jacheon looked at the Sword Master as if asking what he should do.

“Tsk.”

The Sword Master clenched his fist.

“Wi Jacheon! What are you doing!”

“…!”

At the thunderous shout, Wi Jacheon turned around.

There was the Sword Master, trembling and glaring with eyes full of rage.

“…Kuk!”

Wi Jacheon gritted his teeth.

“Fine, since it’s ruined anyway, even if I’m disqualified regardless of the outcome…!”

Killing intent settled in Wi Jacheon’s eyes.

His remaining hand at his waist swung like lightning.

“At least you, I’ll definitely take at least one arm right here-!”

-Swish.

Before him stood me, having appeared like lightning.

“Try drawing it.”

And my hand was placed over Wi Jacheon’s sword hilt.

Wi Jacheon muttered dumbly.

“Wh… when did you get in front of me…”

“I said try drawing it.”

“Th…tsk!!”

He tries to draw his sword.

But it won’t come out.

Finally, his internal energy begins to burst forth.

And that internal energy-.

-Crackle.

No one noticed.

In an instant.

Along with golden lightning, Wi Jacheon’s internal energy disappeared as if sucked into me.

“…Huh?”

Wi Jacheon freezes.

He looks up at me.

“My internal energy…?”

“…”

“My inner power, where did all my inner power go-.”

Wi Jacheon’s bewildered eyes meet mine.

Black pupils.

My face is reflected in his pupils.

I don’t know what he saw beyond that.

-Shiver.

Wi Jacheon cried out urgently with a face that had turned deathly pale.

“S-surrender….”

-Thwack.

It was an ordinary strike.

My finger struck near his vocal cords like lightning.

“Guk…?”

Wi Jacheon panicked as no voice came out.

And-.

-Thud.

A short punch was driven into his solar plexus.

His breathing stopped momentarily.

-Thud.

A cutting punch was driven into his left side.

With the sound of ribs breaking, his movements stopped momentarily.

-Crack.

Both collarbones shattered under my hand blade, and Wi Jacheon’s arms fell down like a broken doll.

Wi Jacheon’s eyes widened.

With his upper body completely exposed, he stood before me.

I began slowly, monotonously, and lightly thrusting punches toward his exposed torso.

-Thud… thud….

Once, twice, three times.

As if practicing straight punches, I began driving my fists into his body.

-Thud… thud… thud thud… thud thud thud….

It seemed almost like playing around.

It was like striking a wooden training dummy standing still.

Each blow didn’t contain enough destructive power to completely destroy the opponent.

But like beating laundry with a weak washing paddle, the intensity gradually increased as I began pounding Wi Jacheon’s entire body.

“Keu… keuu…!”

Wi Jacheon’s face turned bright red.

He tried to cough up blood.

-Tap tap tap!

As I struck pressure points on both sides of his throat, his esophagus loosened and he couldn’t even vomit.

His legs tried to give out from the shock.

-Tap tap tap!

My toes quickly struck his knees, preventing them from buckling.

-Thud, thud, thud.

Seventy-two times, seventy-three times, seventy-four times….

“Sp… spare….”

Wi Jacheon’s eyes soon became bloodshot and began to fill with terror.

-Thwack…!

The speed gradually increased.

-Thud thud thud thud thud thud…!

Dust began to rise.

My fists pounded his entire body.

Like having a seizure, Wi Jacheon’s shoulders began dancing mercilessly.

-Wobble.

His feet tried to step back and collapse.

-Crunch!

My heel crushed his instep, pinning his retreating foot to the ground.

“Ahik!”

Wi Jacheon’s eyes became bloodshot.

-Tap!

As he tried to bite his tongue, lightning-fast pressure point strikes paralyzed his jaw muscles.

“Gruk….”

His eyes tried to roll back.

-Snap!

My fingers stimulated pressure points on both sides of his head.

His rolling eyes were vividly corrected again.

“Rath… rather….”

Unable to let out even a single scream, Wi Jacheon was being smashed to pieces like he was being lynched.

“What am I witnessing right now.”

“Not civilian versus martial artist, but in a fight between martial artists, such overwhelming dominance!”

In a situation where only the very few people with profound martial arts who could see through this situation were rising one by one with bulging eyes, now everyone knew.

Something different from what we previously knew,

An invisible game was unfolding.

“Wh-who is that person?!”

“Are you an idiot?!”

Branch family and blood relatives, servants, attendants and all.

Everyone had ignored him.

And among them were even servants who had served me in the annex, then left all at once following the Sword Master’s order of expulsion.

“That person is… the one called a mule… the youngest young master.”

Those who realized how absurd the overwhelming battle happening now was were so overwhelmed they couldn’t even speak properly.

-Thud.

Red nosebleed flowed down from under Wi Jacheon’s nose.

His front teeth broke and fell out as if bursting.

Foaming at the mouth, his whites couldn’t endure the hellish pain and all burst, turning red.

Along with bloody foam, Wi Jacheon spoke as if barely spitting out words while being beaten within his blocked blood vessels.

“You… you… what the….”

“I have one thing to say.”

I spoke quietly toward Wi Jacheon.

“You’ll never be able to eat meat again.”

-Thud…!

It was a full moment later when Wi Jacheon collapsed backward, crushed to the point where he could no longer function as a martial artist, or even as a person.

-….

Everyone fell into hellish silence.

“Regarding this result-.”

The end of this bitter relationship that announced a completely new beginning.

So I spoke toward them.

“Does anyone object?”

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