My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 42

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Episode 42. Who exactly are you?
“What… what did you say?”
At Yeo Un-hwi’s unexpected words, Geuk-ak Soma’s face twisted violently.
A loudmouth lunatic with nothing but noise?
What kind of insane drivel was this?
He was one of the Five Absolute Evils, a name that sent tremors of fear through the entire Murim.
What could there possibly be to criticize about him?
A coward who’d never risked his life in a true fight?
There was no absurdity worse than this.
He could not accept a single word of what Yeo Un-hwi was saying.
Had he ever suffered such humiliation in all his years alive?
“You must be truly eager for death, spouting sophistries that don’t even make sense!”
Geuk-ak Soma had always been confident. No—certain.
He was certain that whenever he wished, his name could enter the Top Twelve Ranks without fail.
He simply considered the pursuit of such a seat beneath him, which was why he’d never bothered.
But now some green, ignorant youth was standing before Geuk-ak Soma himself, denying his entire life’s work.
Trampling his pride into dust.
Grrrrk.
You dare mock me? You dare?
Geuk-ak Soma glared at Yeo Un-hwi with the ferocity of one about to tear him to shreds.
His fury was palpable to every soul present.
“I cannot forgive this. This damnable whelp.”
Whoooosh.
“I don’t think my hatred will be sated unless I tear you apart this very day.”
The composure he’d shown at first had vanished entirely—he was seething with frenzy.
Watching Geuk-ak Soma in this state, Yeo Un-hwi let out a soft laugh.
As if to say: behold.
“Had my words been mere nonsense, you wouldn’t have lost your temper so. The very fact that you’re raging like this now is as good as admitting I was right. Yes, precisely that.”
“You insolent bastard!”
When Yeo Un-hwi shrugged his shoulders, Geuk-ak Soma could bear it no longer and let out a furious roar.
“So you’ll keep flapping that mouth to the very end! Fine then—let’s see if you can still move those lips while dying in agony.”
Geuk-ak Soma unleashed all of his power.
As if to say he would offer no more quarter.
[Gwang-hyeol Ma-gong—Full Manifestation]
His energy began filling the entire area.
Even though the Baekrang Division members stood at a distance, they struggled to withstand the force of it.
Seeing this, Yeo Un-hwi waved his hand lightly, and remarkably, the Baekrang Division no longer had to endure the energy Geuk-ak Soma was pouring forth.
It was clear.
That Yeo Un-hwi had done something for them.
“How generous you are. Forgetting that your own life is as fragile as a fly’s.”
An evil energy unlike anything before now flowed ceaselessly from Geuk-ak Soma’s body.
“Now then, let’s see if you can still smile this time.”
Whooom.
Geuk-ak Soma began to move.
Each time he threw a punch, a tremendous boom assaulted the ear.
His attacks were undeniably fiercer than before.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Everything around him was being obliterated by his assault.
“Hahahaha! Scurrying about like a rat. But what good does it do?”
Yeo Un-hwi, who had been evading Geuk-ak Soma’s attacks all along, sidestepped the final blow and retreated sharply.
“You don’t understand.”
“What?”
“No matter how much you increase your destructive force, if your opponent doesn’t take the hit, it’s worthless—you’ve forgotten that simple truth.”
“…Eh?”
“As I said before, you were far more dangerous at the start, when you wielded Geuk-sal Ji freely. Tsk.”
The eyes of Yeo Un-hwi, who clicked his tongue, shifted in an instant.
“And frankly, I’ve grown tired of this. Let’s finish it now.”
“What—”
Yeo Un-hwi closed his eyes where he stood and took a short, deep breath.
And then,
Whoosh.
He flew at Geuk-ak Soma at tremendous speed.
“What—what is this?”
Geuk-ak Soma’s face went pale with shock.
There was no time to react.
But it was already too late.
Crack!
Gasp!
Yeo Un-hwi’s fist drove straight into Geuk-ak Soma’s abdomen.
The steely flesh armored with tremendous muscle suddenly fractured under the force of that single blow.
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
“Gahhhhh!”
The terrible pain made his eyes roll back.
His body naturally folded forward.
And then—
“Your chin’s wide open.”
With those words, Yeo Un-hwi’s body seemed to flip backward, but his two feet came up in a devastating arc, slamming into Geuk-ak Soma’s jaw with a sound like thunder.
The impact was so tremendous that Geuk-ak Soma’s body launched skyward.
Whoosh.
“Cough! You think I’ll just take this lying down!”
Geuk-ak Soma, reeling from the relentless barrage, somehow forced himself to stay conscious.
He lifted his eyes to locate him, intending to launch the Geuk-sal Ji at him.
But—
“Where is he?”
He wasn’t where he should have been.
“Up here.”
A voice came from somewhere.
It was directly above his head.
Yeo Un-hwi had appeared over the suspended body of Geuk-ak Soma.
“Crash!”
Before he could even react, Yeo Un-hwi’s interlaced fists came down, driving Geuk-ak Soma downward.
Boom!
The tremendous impact shook Geuk-ak Soma’s brain savagely.
“Aaaargh! You bastard!”
Crack, crack, crack.
Geuk-ak Soma, driven hard into the ground, rose without hesitation or restraint.
As he unleashed his power, the rocks that had been covering him flew in all directions.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”
His eyes, now completely devoid of reason, gleamed with a thick murderous intent mingled with madness.
Screeeee.
Screeeee.
In his frenzy, Geuk-ak Soma drew forth his ultimate technique.
The technique’s name was the Geuk-sal Eum-yang Jigong.
He had once tested this technique by completely annihilating two ordinary villages full of innocent people.
Every deed of his past was steeped in acts of butchery so inhuman that heaven and earth themselves cried out against them.
He thrust both fists forward.
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
Black energy began to coalesce at his fists. Soon it swelled to an enormous size.
The earth trembled as though an earthquake were tearing it apart.
At this rate, the entire area would be obliterated by that power.
Truly a formidable force.
Yet the black energy inspired a terrible, chilling dread in all who witnessed it.
It was a power befitting the name of one of the Five Absolute Evils.
Everyone present went deathly pale at the strength Geuk-ak Soma unleashed at the last.
But Yeo Un-hwi alone stood unmoved, not a trace of fear in his bearing.
Rather, a slight smile played across his lips.
‘He’s smiling?’
What confidence was this?
Seeing that smile, Geuk-ak Soma’s face twisted into something even more demonic.
From beginning to end, this one had never pleased him.
So he steeled himself once more: today, without fail, he would strike that creature down and end this.
If he did not, he feared he would be tormented by nightmares because of him for all eternity.
“Die! I will obliterate you, leave not a single bone behind!”
Geuk-ak Soma’s eyes gleamed as he unleashed the Geuk-sal Eum-yang Jigong.
Toward Yeo Un-hwi.
Whoooosh.
Crackle-crackle-crackle-crackle-crackle.
“Dodge it, sir!”
Even Yeo Un-hwi would not be able to withstand this.
An immense black energy swept toward him with such terrible force that it threatened to devour the entire region, and Oh Chae-mu cried out with all his strength.
And yet—
Hmm.
Yeo Un-hwi did not flinch in the slightest. He simply gazed quietly at the black current bearing down upon him.
He opened his mouth slowly.
“Geuk-ak Soma—gifted beyond measure, blessed with abundance, yet spending your whole life devoted to nothing but harming and killing others. A madman. Our fight has not been worth remembering. It was pitiful, truly.”
Then Yeo Un-hwi extended his hand forward.
“Your final attack as well—I shall remember it only as something utterly trivial. A martial technique of no consequence whatsoever.”
Yeo Un-hwi spoke quietly, as though reciting.
The Melma Zhang.
In that instant, golden light erupted from his palm.
A martial art of the warrior-sage known as the Greatest Martial Sage of All Times, spanning ages long past, was manifesting itself anew upon this earth.
Boom!
Whoooosh!
Geuk-ak Soma’s final, desperate Geuk-sal Eum-yang Jigong was swallowed whole by the golden radiance and vanished.
“No! This cannot be! This is impossible! Arghhhhhh!”
As his absolute technique crumbled to nothing and the tremendous golden energy engulfed him, he let out a wail of despair.
Crash!
Boom-boom-boom.
The earth trembled beneath a catastrophic shockwave.
The Baekrang Division members gripped whatever terrain and objects surrounded them, bracing themselves so as not to be swept away in the maelstrom.
Hisssssss.
Before long, the massive cloud of dust that had risen into the air settled slowly back to the ground.
And what lay revealed was—
“Ughhhh.”
Geuk-ak Soma, half his body torn away, standing upright and gasping in agony.
His vitality was truly tenacious.
The word “ancient demon” seemed made for him.
Such catastrophic wounds would have killed anyone else instantly without question.
Yet it was certain that whatever life remained in him was nearly exhausted.
“You… you…”
His eyes, bloodshot with rage and bitterness, fixed upon Yeo Un-hwi with resentment.
His gaze burned with undiminished hatred.
Thud-thud.
Yeo Un-hwi approached the fallen Geuk-ak Soma, his eyes devoid of all emotion.
“Even in death, I will not leave you be! My ghost shall surely—!”
“Nonsense. Go to hell now, old demon.”
Yeo Un-hwi cut him off, as though he had no more patience for such words.
And then—
Whishhh.
Like lightning, his hand swept past Geuk-ak Soma’s neck.
Already a faint golden shimmer was seeping from his fingers like a blade’s edge.
Thump. Thud-thud-thud.
The ancient demon’s head, never even closing his eyes, rolled across the ground.
And so Geuk-ak Soma met death.
The passing of the great demon lord once called one of the Five Absolute Evils—it could not have been more ignominious.
“He’s… he’s dead? That old demon really died? Truly?”
“It… it’s impossible… Geuk-ak Soma…”
The Baekrang Division members who had witnessed the fight from beginning to end stood dumbfounded, every face slack with disbelief.
What had unfolded before their eyes was simply incomprehensible.
Geuk-ak Soma had been a master of a caliber they had never encountered in their entire lives—a power that defied comparison.
Not someone else—but one of the Five Absolute Evils himself.
Yet to sever the neck of such an absolute master so effortlessly.
How could anyone dispatch such a towering figure like that….
The sheer impossibility of what they’d witnessed left them all stunned into silence.
What in the world was Yeo Un-hwi made of?
“Is everyone all right?”
At Yeo Un-hwi’s casual remark, they couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.
Who would ever believe this account?
It was the sort of tale that would earn them a reputation as madmen.
Still, there was one question that demanded an answer first.
“Forgive me, but what exactly is your true identity, sir?”
The suspicion that he might be some hundred-year-old master who’d reversed his aging was impossible to dismiss.

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