My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 39

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Episode 39. The Legendary Grand Demon
Geuk Ak So Ma.
Decades ago, he was a legendary grand demon who plunged the Mu Rim into terror—one of the absolute evils, the strongest and most wicked of all grand demons, O In.
He was a legendary murderer who killed people on a whim, without reason, moment by moment, day by day.
Whether they were children, the elderly, pregnant women, or anyone else—if they crossed his sight, he slaughtered them without hesitation.
And his methods of killing were always different.
Yet there was one thing all his methods had in common: he made his victims suffer as much as possible, dying as slowly as conceivable.
Geuk Ak So Ma savored the sight of human agony.
After countless atrocities and murders, he became the Mu Rim’s public enemy.
His last known killing was when he murdered the youngest daughter of the Nam Goong Se Ga and the sister of the Sa Do Maeng Ju.
No one knew why the two of them had been in the same place on the same day, but they met a terrible death at Geuk Ak So Ma’s hands.
It was a stark display of his ruthlessness—he murdered without discrimination.
Je Wang Geom of the Nam Goong Se Ga and the Sa Do Maeng Ju, who had lost beloved family members, swore to the heavens that they would tear him to shreds; yet he eluded capture and eventually vanished without a trace.
And now, decades later, he had revealed himself in this place.
O Chae Mu couldn’t fathom how Geuk Ak So Ma could possibly be here.
In truth, Geuk Ak So Ma had spent years roaming deep mountains, and whenever he found a bandit stronghold, he would settle in and use them from behind for all manner of filthy work, then slaughter them all and disappear when they were no longer useful—a pattern he had repeated endlessly.
By any measure, O Chae Mu felt his luck had never been worse.
He’d come to eliminate bandits, and now he faced a grand demon of this caliber.
‘Damn it all.’
Until the moment he’d confidently severed the bandit leader’s neck, he’d never imagined such a thing could happen.
With Geuk Ak So Ma’s arrival, the situation had spiraled into catastrophe.
Now his only priority was to save as many of his comrades as possible and return to Peng Ga.
“Is everyone all right!”
O Chae Mu called out with strain, enduring pain as if his body were shattered to pieces.
The Baek Rang Dae members scattered about nodded back weakly.
Fortunately, none of them appeared to be fatally wounded.
But it was only a matter of time.
Everyone’s life here depended on that demon’s whims.
‘What can I do.’
O Chae Mu, who had pride in his battle-hardened experience, could not predict whether they would survive or die when facing an opponent so overwhelmingly superior.
In such circumstances, it wasn’t just luck that mattered—it was something beyond that which truly counted.
“My mood today is splendid indeed. Playthings arriving of their own accord—how delightful.”
Geuk Ak So Ma giggled with glee.
He was delighted at the thought of how he might kill every member of the Baek Rang Dae.
Meanwhile,
“Uhhhhh…….”
“We—we have to run. Get as far as possible from that monster…….”
“Otherwise this mad old man will kill us all. Every last one of us.”
For the bandits, Geuk Ak So Ma was terror incarnate; they lived in constant fear, remembering the grotesque deaths inflicted upon their fellows, haunted by the prospect of meeting the same fate.
They could no longer hold on mentally.
Shriek!
One of them hurled his weapon aside and began fleeing like a madman.
The moment one ran, the rest of the bandits scattered in panic, each fleeing for their lives.
But,
“Ah, does that work? Even so, there should be some affection, you know.”
Geuk Ak So Ma, wearing a sinister smile, flicked his fingers in succession.
Snap-snap-snap.
The fleeing bandits were instantly struck by the Tan Ji Gong that Geuk Ak So Ma had launched—their heads pierced through, every one of them dead.
Watching dozens of heads burst open before their eyes was a scene of horror and dread beyond measure.
It was nothing short of a gruesome, one-sided massacre.
That was when,
“Aaahhh!”
Gu Tae San, who had been lying unconscious, suddenly rose to his feet.
“Ho. Sturdy as they come, aren’t you. A fellow like you is perfect for playing with. Good, good indeed. Tsk-tsk.”
“Shut your mouth, you mad old fool!”
At Geuk Ak So Ma’s ominous gaze, Gu Tae San charged forward with eyes blazing.
“Restrain yourself, Tae San!”
O Chae Mu cried out urgently, but Gu Tae San had already raised his Dae Geom and swung it at Geuk Ak So Ma.
“Giggle, yes. I like that temper of yours very much.”
Snap-snap-snap.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
Geuk Ak So Ma’s Tan Ji Gong pierced through Gu Tae San’s thighs, arms, and shoulders in the blink of an eye.
“Gaaaah!”
Geuk Ak So Ma’s Tan Ji Gong possessed such force that it tore clean through Gu Tae San’s thick musculature as though it were nothing.
Yet for some reason, he did not kill Gu Tae San outright.
It was plain that he meant to toy with him like a plaything before finally dealing him the greatest agony and ending his life.
He intended to toy with every member of the Baek Rang Dae in exactly the same way, then kill them all.
Watching this, O Chae Mu’s fists trembled violently.
“How many—”
“Hmm?”
“How many people have you killed in that manner?”
“Who can say? I never bothered to count. Once the number exceeded a thousand, I simply gave up keeping track. But if I had to guess……”
Geuk Ak So Ma’s head tilted, then straightened again.
“I’d say it’s crossed ten thousand. Though most of them weren’t warriors from the Mu Rim—they were ordinarily defenseless children and women, chuckle. That sort makes for far better sport to kill.”
“You filthy, wretched—!”
Fire blazed in O Chae Mu’s eyes.
He wanted to kill him. This scum of a human being.
But he knew better than anyone that he lacked the strength to do it.
Already a single assault had left him mangled and broken.
“What troubles you?”
Watching O Chae Mu quake with rage, Geuk Ak So Ma grinned with evident satisfaction.
“Are you angry? Hmm? Hehehehe”
Deep creases carved themselves further into the corners of his eyes as he laughed without pause.
As O Chae Mu glared at him with eyes wide as saucers, a single idea suddenly struck him.
Yes—there was only one way.
He could not die here, broken and pitiful like this.
O Chae Mu took a slow, deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, then snapped them open.
He shouted with Nae Gong-infused voice.
“Baek Rang Dae—on your feet, all of you!”
At his voice, every member of the Baek Rang Dae’s body jolted.
Yet it was clear they were suffering greatly.
He knew their condition was far from adequate. Yet knowing it was beyond their capability, he commanded them anyway.
Before they were left to die helplessly and miserably, they had to attempt one final stratagem with all their might.
Soon every member of the Baek Rang Dae had dragged their battered bodies upright at his call.
“Hnngh—”
Gu Tae San, already drenched from head to foot in blood, struggled to do the same.
Then O Chae Mu cried out loudly.
“Prepare the O Ryun Do Jin!”
There was no other choice.
The technique that multiplied the strength of all the Baek Rang Dae together.
In truth, the O Ryun Do Jin was something they had only recently begun to train.
Until now they had relied primarily on individual combat, each man fighting on his own, but they had concluded that should they ever face an enemy beyond their capability, they would need a contingency.
But they had never imagined that day would come so soon.
It was unfortunate that, though they had not yet perfected it, this was their only recourse.
Tap-tap-tap-tap.
All members of the Baek Rang Dae gathered in one place and prepared the O Ryun Do Jin.
The damage they had already sustained was so severe that every movement sent waves of agony that threatened to rob them of their senses, yet they moved nonetheless.
There would be no second chance.
This was their final gambit—the one move that would determine whether they lived or died.
“Hehehehe, very well. Do everything you can.”
He even released Gu Tae San, who stood before him.
Then, as the Baek Rang Dae prepared for a final death-or-glory stand, Geuk Ak So Ma burst into raucous laughter.
“I am most fond of watching ants thrash about with every ounce of strength in a futile struggle for survival.”
“Ignore that monster’s words and focus!”
O Chae Mu glared at Geuk Ak So Ma, whose words threatened to scatter their concentration, and bellowed.
“We will kill this fiend here and now, by our own hands! Without fail!”
At O Chae Mu’s words, every member of the Baek Rang Dae’s eyes blazed, and they wrung forth their remaining strength.
Their bodies creaked and groaned, yet biting their lips until blood flowed, they endured with everything they had left.
“Deploy the O Ryun Do Jin!”
At O Chae Mu’s cry, the entire Baek Rang Dae swiftly encircled Geuk Ak So Ma.
And soon, with movements honed through preparation, he began to unfold the formation.
The O Ryun Do Jin—a technique he had prepared precisely for a day like this—revealed itself in its full majesty.
Whoooosh!
From all directions, savage energy pressed toward Geuk Ak So Ma with mounting force.
Though his body was battered and broken, the will to win alone drove the members of Baek Rang Dae to deploy the O Ryun Do Jin even more brilliantly than they had in practice.
And soon the massive energy coalesced into a single shaft and shot toward Geuk Ak So Ma.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!
Geuk Ak So Ma glanced between the Baek Rang Dae members pouring their all into the O Ryun Do Jin and the fierce power now hurtling toward him, then raised his eyebrows slightly.
“Ho. Spirited enough, I suppose. Tsk. But.”
Geuk Ak So Ma lifted one hand and stretched it toward the approaching energy.
“When ants pool their strength, they’re still just ants.”
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
The O Ryun Do Jin, executed with every ounce of their strength, was stopped utterly by a single hand from Geuk Ak So Ma.
It seemed their final desperate struggle would yield nothing.
Slowly, Geuk Ak So Ma began to clench his fist, meaning to snuff out all that power.
But in that instant,
Whoooosh!
Tremendous killing intent suddenly erupted from nowhere and rushed toward Geuk Ak So Ma.
It was a kind of thing he had never felt before—so terrifying it stopped him cold.
“……!”
Geuk Ak So Ma flinched without meaning to, and for just a moment his attention wavered,
“Now!”
“Uooooo!”
At O Chae Mu’s cry, all the members of Baek Rang Dae, including Gu Tae San, poured forth every remaining shred of power they possessed.
The fierce energy they unleashed for the second time merged with the power that had been dissipating in Geuk Ak So Ma’s hand, and suddenly swelled to tremendous proportions.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
“Huh? These bastards—!”
Just one moment.
In that single instant when his mind had slipped, in that fraction of time, Geuk Ak So Ma’s balance shattered, and the O Ryun Do Jin’s second assault struck him squarely.
Crash-boooom!
Geuk Ak So Ma was driven back as a massive explosion erupted.
“Gasp… gasp… gasp…”
“Did we… did we get him?!”
The dust kicked up by the blast was so thick they could see nothing ahead.
Everyone swallowed hard, tense with dread, waiting for the dust to settle.
But then a shadow moved through the haze, and someone walked slowly forward.
When O Chae Mu and the others recognized that shadow’s identity, despair spread across every face.
It was Geuk Ak So Ma. Not a single scratch upon him.
“You damnable wretches.”
A curse spilled from Geuk Ak So Ma’s mouth.
He lifted his damp palm to examine it.
There, unmistakably, blood glistened on his skin—not much, but plainly visible.
He had been wounded by that attack.
It had been so very long since he’d suffered such a wound.
Irritation surged through him.
Insects. Daring to wound him.
For a moment, his face—always curved in a smile—twisted grotesquely like a demon’s mask before returning to its former expression.
Thump-thump-thump.
In an instant, Tan Ji Gong strikes of tremendous speed shot toward the members of Baek Rang Dae.
“Aaaagh!”
“Gah!”
“Kughhhh!”
The Tan Ji Gong, now wielded with power on an entirely different scale, ravaged Baek Rang Dae.
It was the Gyeok Sal Ji—the unique deadly art of Geuk Ak So Ma that had once made all of Mu Rim tremble in terror.

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