Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120
Crash!
The vicious-looking members of the Heukdo rose to their feet in unison, their killing intent surging forth.
“This insane bastard!”
“Let go of the boss right now?! Do you have a death wish?!”
“I’ll rip your tongue out and make you chew on it!”
At the crude curses erupting from all directions, Dokgo Myeong nodded his head.
It had been quite some time since I encountered such raw, unfiltered language and the brutal world it represented.
But what could I do about it?
The raw world was like a homeland to me. I answered not with words, but with action.
Crack!
A clean sound emanated from Hodal-saeng’s jaw.
His jaw dislocated on the spot.
“Uuuugh!”
Hodal-saeng thrashed about, letting out a grotesque shriek.
At his aggrieved gaze, I tilted my head.
“If you were going to poison the drink, you should have at least shown the sincerity to use an odorless poison.”
“…!”
“Tch, you half-hearted fool. Why didn’t you just ambush me instead? Even the Heukdo has its standards, yet you pull off such pathetic work.”
I applied more force with my hand.
Click!
Hodal-saeng’s jawbone returned to its place.
Hodal-saeng writhed in agony, and the Heukdo members gathered at the Inn squirmed with contorted faces.
I whipped my head around to stare at the Heukdo members.
“Are you bastards still not grasping the situation? Why are you flinching?”
A cold blue light flickered in my eyes.
“I’m warning you. If even one of you takes a single step from there? Then I promise you, your lives will become truly miserable.”
“…!”
“What I mean is, I won’t kill you. I’ll let all of you live. But why would it be miserable? That is….”
“You son of a bitch! Try it if you can!”
Unable to endure any longer, one young man cut off my words and stomped the ground.
Thud!
I swiftly set down the liquor bottle on the table and grabbed a wine cup that lay beside it.
Then I infused it with my inner force and hurled it precisely at the bastard’s mouth.
Crash! Crunch!
“Gaaaaah!”
The beast-like man who had charged forward reeled backward as if struck by a hammer, his head snapping back violently. Teeth white as grains of rice scattered through the air, accompanied by sprays of blood.
“….”
All the Heukdo members around froze like statues.
I gazed at the Heukdo members with a subtle smile.
“Where was I? Ah yes, that will prevent me from doing anything with my mouth going forward.”
“…!”
“Still, I showed mercy to that one. Since he was the most courageous and loyal among you, I didn’t break his jaw—just knocked out his teeth. Congratulations. At least he’ll still be able to eat and survive.”
The eyes of the Heukdo members fixed upon the man sprawled on the ground.
To outsiders, they all looked equally hideous, but the Heukdo lived and died by their own twisted sense of honor. A severed arm or a sword scar was preferable to living with broken teeth and a shattered jaw.
That was when it happened.
“Hmm, don’t you think this is enough?”
“I’m not certain who you are, but this doesn’t seem like it will benefit you either.”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Even the lowest-ranking Heukdo members were still part of the Martial Arts World.
Two men with considerable martial prowess rose from their seats.
“If you just let Seo-wang go, we won’t cause any other trouble….”
Shing!
The sound of a blade being drawn cut off the man’s words.
It was Dokgo Ak.
“Arrogant bastards spouting off without knowing your place.”
“What?”
Dokgo Ak slowly brought the drawn blade toward the table beside him.
Screech!
Drawing the blade slowly, the table split cleanly in half like tofu, offering no resistance.
“…!”
The crowd gasped once more.
Such a technique was impossible without formidable inner strength.
“Don’t understand? I told you to stay quiet.”
At Dokgo Ak’s final threat, silence finally descended upon the inn.
Dokgo Myeong chuckled softly.
‘The reckless bastard—he’s certainly good at this sort of thing.’
Dokgo Myeong, now without worry, applied more force to his grip on Hodal-saeng’s jaw.
“Grrgh!”
“Here! The poisoned liquor is going down. Open your mouth!”
“Ugh! Ugh! Uuugh!”
“Oh no! The precious liquor is spilling!”
“Ugh!”
“Hodal-saeng. Still don’t understand? No matter how much you struggle, do you really think you can avoid drinking this? You’ll only end up having your jaw dislocated.”
“…!”
Hodal-saeng trembled violently.
Dokgo Myeong poured the liquor directly into Hodal-saeng’s mouth.
Hodal-saeng’s eyes widened in horror.
‘This can’t be happening!’
No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t shake off the brutal grip.
Not long after.
Thud!
Dokgo Myeong hurled Hodal-saeng across the room along with the bottle.
“Kwaaaaagh!”
Hodal-saeng shrieked like a madman, shoving his fingers down his throat.
“Ack! Ugh! H-help! Get the antidote from the upper cabinet! What are you doing, you bastards!”
Hodal-saeng, sprawled face-down on the floor, screamed with bloodshot eyes.
Yet his subordinates merely hesitated, frozen in place.
“Th…that, boss.”
“What are you doing, you bastards!”
“Boss, what you drank wasn’t liquor—it was water.”
“Wh-what?”
Hodal-saeng’s eyes blinked blankly, his face drained of all color.
Dokgo Myeong crouched before Hodal-saeng and met his gaze directly.
“Rat.”
“…!”
“For now, I need you alive, so I’ll spare you this once. There won’t be a second time.”
Flash!
That murderous glint made every hair on Hodal-saeng’s body stand on end.
Hodal-saeng nodded frantically.
* * *
Hodal-saeng couldn’t collect his thoughts.
Who was he?
Wasn’t he the man who held tight to all the information of Maneungga, Zhongqing’s greatest pleasure district?
Despite his humble origins in the back alleys, he’d clawed his way up from the very bottom, witnessing every depravity imaginable.
Yet he’d never encountered anyone like this.
Well, not exactly never.
Just one person.
A fighter born and raised in the back alleys of Wanyang County who’d climbed all the way to supremacy.
‘If I’d known it would come to this, I should’ve just sold information and left!’
Hodal-saeng knelt on the ground, tears trickling down his face.
‘How did it come to this?’
Hodal-saeng remained kneeling in nothing but his undergarments, all his carefully cultivated subordinates driven away.
Now he had truly nothing left.
Nothing but these mad bastards sitting before him.
“Damn it! You said you’d keep quiet and leave quietly! You said you wouldn’t cause trouble! I believed you! I believed you!!”
“Your mouth’s getting loose again?”
“Brother! Brother! Yeah, brother! You damn bastard!”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Hmm, is the young master always like this? Oh, this appetizer isn’t bad.”
“Is this how it’s always done? I’ve genuinely never seen anything like this before.”
I couldn’t fathom what kind of mess this was. There was a limit to how disorganized things could be, yet everyone was simply talking over one another about their own concerns.
That’s when it happened.
“Shut your mouth, you bastard!”
The man whose jaw I had dislocated finally snapped and threw a punch in a frenzy.
Crack!
“Aaahhhhh…!”
Wow, a person flies.
One kick and a person goes flying.
Dokgo Myeong’s punch sent Dokgo Ak soaring through the air before he crashed upside down onto the ground.
Watching him writhe there, Seo-wang decided to ignore the throbbing pain creeping into his legs.
Tap!
Dokgo Myeong sat backwards in his chair, resting his chin on his hand as he looked down at Hodal-saeng.
“Alright, shall we have a proper conversation now?”
“P-please spare me. Killing me would bring no benefit to the Great Hero either. Even though I appear this way, I have deep roots here….”
“Your tongue is quite long, Hodal-saeng.”
“….”
Hodal-saeng clamped his mouth shut and rolled his eyes frantically.
Dokgo Myeong asked.
“Well then, let’s start with something simple. Why did you poison the liquor?”
“I-I felt fear at the arrival of such skilled masters….”
Dokgo Myeong clicked his tongue.
“Our Hodal-saeng, why don’t you take a nice long drink?”
“N-no… ugh!”
Dokgo Myeong shoved the poisoned bottle into Hodal-saeng’s mouth. This time it was truly laced with poison.
Only after Hodal-saeng’s throat convulsed several times did Dokgo Myeong pull the bottle away.
Hodal-saeng let out a scream.
“Bleeegh!! No, this can’t be!”
Hodal-saeng convulsed, blood vessels bulging across his forehead.
Dokgo Myeong chuckled.
“Seok-du.”
“I’ve already found it. This should be it.”
“Kuh, that’s our Seok-du! Always so quick and efficient!”
“Hehe!”
Dokgo Myeong took the small silk pouch and gourd bottle that Geum Seok-du offered.
The gourd contained a dark liquid, and inside the pouch were several small antidote pills.
Seeing this, Hodal-saeng’s eyes widened in shock.
“H-how did you…!”
They were none other than the poison and its antidote.
Geum Seok-du had swiftly retrieved them, remembering the location Hodal-saeng had mentioned.
“F-first, quickly, the antidote…!”
“Hodal-saeng, from now on, let’s do it this way.”
Dokgo Myeong held a vial of poison in his left hand and a pouch in his right, meeting Hodal-saeng’s gaze.
“Every time I ask a question, I’ll have you drink poison, and every time you answer, I’ll give you one antidote pill.”
“Y-yes? What do you mean….”
“And if your answer doesn’t satisfy me? Well then, you just drink another sip of poisoned liquor and go pay respects to your parents who’ve passed beyond.”
The expressions of Namgung Sohwa and Geum Seok-du, watching from the side, became peculiar.
‘What in the world is this….’
‘Hmm, he’s back to his usual self.’
He seemed more like the Black Dao than the Black Dao itself.
Wasn’t this behavior actually a more effective disguise than the face mask?
Who would look at this and think he was a direct bloodline of an orthodox righteous sect? The Black Dao Sect, the Sima Outer Way—those seemed far more fitting.
Hodal-saeng spoke urgently.
“G-great hero! P-poison and antidote don’t work that precisely!”
“Isn’t this the Ten-Day Submersion? One sip of this concentrate requires one antidote pill, two sips require two pills. You think I don’t know what kind of poison works exactly as much antidote is consumed? Did you take me for a fool?”
“…!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll adjust the dosage carefully based on your condition.”
Did this madman actually have expertise in poisons too?
How was that even possible?
Dokgo Myeong smiled coldly.
“I can see your fingertips trembling without you realizing it—looks like the symptoms are starting. Shouldn’t we hurry?”
Hodal-saeng began speaking frantically.
“A-at first I thought you were a foreigner and tried to strip you of your money, but something felt off, and I had a bad feeling, so I poisoned you! If there had been no problem, I really would have given you the antidote right away! Really!”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I-I’m serious! I’m a merchant myself—it makes no sense to harm a customer, does it? I have principles I follow too!”
At the torrent of words, Dokgo Myeong chuckled.
‘So he didn’t notice or figure anything out after all.’
I wondered if my movements had been exposed.
Well, even if they were exposed, it wouldn’t matter much, but hadn’t I decided to keep things quiet and leave quietly?
“G-great hero… please….”
“Fine, take it.”
Hodal-saeng hastily swallowed the antidote pill Dokgo Myeong offered.
Of course, he immediately had to swallow poison again by force.
“Next question: the situation with the Hegemon League. How’s the war?”
“The Heavenly Assembly and we are entering into quite a serious conflict. The reason Maneungga is relatively quiet is probably because so many troops have been deployed….”
“Hmm.”
This was good news.
Dokgo Myeong nodded.
‘It’ll be easier to slip away when trouble breaks out.’
Of course, I had no intention of causing trouble.
That had been the case until now.
Another antidote pill and a sip of poison passed down Hodal-saeng’s throat.
“Tell me about the items currently stored in the auction house. Actually, I’d like to receive a document listing all the inventory.”
“Pardon?”
“You don’t know?”
“That is… the items are kept under strict confidentiality by the Hyeoldomunmun, which manages the Maneungga…”
“…”
“The… the antidote…”
“You couldn’t answer, so why mention the antidote?”
“…!”
Hodal-saeng cried out urgently.
“Ah, I understand! No, I will find out!”
“Good, you have good instincts. Bring me the information, and I’ll give you the antidote then. It’s not a poison that kills immediately, after all.”
Regardless of how Hodal-saeng’s expression twisted, Dokgo Myeong continued with his questions.
In truth, this was the most important question.
“The Fighting Arena.”
“Pardon?”
“Is there currently a fighter on an undefeated streak in the Fighting Arena?”
There had to be. There must be.
“A fighter on an undefeated streak, you say?”
Hodal-saeng opened his mouth, his expression puzzled as he looked at Dokgo Myeong.

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