North Sea Martial Arts Warrior - Chapter 16

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16. Iron Armor of the Frozen Land

“Roooaarrr!”
Bingho tore across the Snow Plain.
Like a massive tiger pouncing on prey, his leap was explosive. Yet there was no sound to it—no fanfare. A speed so swift it defied belief from such a massive frame. Even the air parted in silence; the charge was too heavy, too deliberate to waste energy on noise.
Crash!
Airak’s Wan Gok Sword caught Bingho’s fist.
The shockwave erupted, and Airak’s body skid backward a dozen paces.
The snow beneath his feet exploded outward, leaving deep furrows in the frozen ground.
‘A different breed altogether.’
Balkar was the type who crushed with raw, overwhelming strength; this one added technique and speed to that power. Bare-handed though he was, his force rivaled the Iron Scale Gauntlets that Balkar had wielded.
“Die!”
The Bingho Pakwon Palm—a feline’s devastating force compressed to its ultimate limit, unleashed in a torrent of palm strikes. Each one alone could pulverize stone, and they came with terrifying speed.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Airak’s Wan Gok Sword flowed like a phantom, deflecting each fist. Every collision between blade and knuckles sent sparks and white killing frost spiraling outward. The ring of metal on metal—yet the man had only bare hands.
“Fast, I’ll grant you that.”
Bingho growled.
“But is fleeing like this really the martial art of a North Sea Martial Warrior?”
“…….”
“Balkar—that bear of yours was no match for me. He never even grazed me because he spent all his time running. Running is truly your strength up north. Kekekeke!”
“You’re better than Balkar.”
Airak deflected the fist off his shoulder and replied.
“Your mouth is smaller.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It’s not one.”
“What?”
“A quiet man is more dangerous than a loud one. That’s what I mean.”
“Kahahaha! You’re amusing, I like it!”
Bingho’s eyes flashed. He dove straight for Airak’s chest, pressing the opening.
‘Now.’
The lure—the moment the creature committed deep, the Wan Gok Sword bent like a serpent, aiming for Bingho’s ribs. A trajectory with no escape.
Screeeech….
A sickening scrape echoed across the plain. Not the sound of flesh parting. It was the sound of a blade dragging across frozen earth—as if clawing stone with an iron pick. The sword had skidded off his skin entirely.
“……!”
Airak’s brow furrowed. The creature wore no armor. Bare flesh—yet the blade would not penetrate.
“Your blade won’t cut, will it?”
Bingho sneered and struck back.
Airak pulled away sharply, and Bingho’s claws raked past, missing the Black Wolf Fur by a finger’s width.
“Surprised?”
“…….”
“My body is the Frozen Earth itself. Frozen ground made flesh.”
Bingho thumped his chest roughly.
“How long do you think it would take a blade to carve through frozen earth?”
The apex of external martial arts. Muscle and skin honed to their absolute limit until they became Frozen Earth—harder than steel itself.
“Balkar relied on hide and pelts. But I am not bound by such things.”
“…….”
“My body itself is armor and weapon both. What will you do now?”
“So?”
Airak raised his blade.
“I’ll break through it.”
“Kahahaha! That confidence—I like it! Try then, if you can pierce me!”
The wolves watching from behind had gone rigid.
“This one… he’s a monster of a different sort than Balkar.”
Garkan gripped his Iron Chain.
“With Balkar, all we had to do was pierce the Iron Scale Gauntlets. But this one—his entire body is armor.”
“Insane. The Tribe Leader’s blade won’t cut him?”
Harku ground his teeth.
“Is that human skin?”
“He’ll get inside eventually. Someday.”
Arko muttered darkly.
“The chieftain will find a way.”
“Yes. Trust the chieftain.”
Garkan spoke, but his gaze trembled with unease.
Then Taikan raised his bow.
“…Be careful. Gwi Rang is moving.”
“Where?”
“I can’t tell. But I feel it. Killing Intent.”
Taikan’s Celestial Eyes swept through the darkness.
‘There!’
Taikan released the bowstring without hesitation.
Ping! Thack!
The arrow stopped mid-air, caught in someone’s hand.
“How presumptuous.”
The darkness parted, and a form emerged—a gaunt man wrapped in black wolf fur, golden eyes gleaming with an eerie light. Gwi Rang himself!
“Who do you think you are, aiming at me?”
“……!”
“Celestial Eyes, was it?”
Gwi Rang turned the arrow over in his fingers.
“Good eyesight, it seems. Is that how you found me?”
“…Yes.”
Taikan clenched his jaw.
“So you’re Gwi Rang.”
“Oh, you even know my name? I’m honored.”
Crack!
Gwi Rang snapped the arrow in half with one hand.
“But good eyes mean nothing if your body can’t keep up.”
“What?”
“The slow ones die first.”
“Run!”
Taikan shouted and tried to draw his bow again. But it was too late. Gwi Rang’s form vanished—the Extreme Night Shadow Step.
“Gah!”
Taikan’s vision flipped upside down. Gwi Rang had appeared before his eyes, his hand batting the bow away.
“Goodbye.”
Boom!
“Urgh!”
Taikan flew backward ten paces, coughing blood.
“Taikan!”
Harku’s eyes went wild as he charged, his Twin Fang Sword dancing toward Gwi Rang’s throat.
“You bastard! I’ll kill you!”
“Slow.”
Gwi Rang waved his hand with a yawn.
The Ghost Wolf Hundred Fangs—claws sharper than steel met the Twin Fang Sword head-on.
Scritch-scritch-scritch!
Harku’s short sword shattered like a saw blade losing its teeth, spinning into the air.
“What…? My blade….”
“So these are the Airak Tribe’s warriors? How disappointing.”
“Shut up! I can fight bare-handed!”
Harku threw himself forward with naked fists.
Gwi Rang sidestepped lightly, then drove his claws through Harku’s abdomen.
Squelch!
“Aaaagh!”
“That’s where Balkar got you, isn’t it? You’re not even fully healed. What a shame.”
Gwi Rang twisted his wrist. Harku sprayed blood across the snow, crashing into the white plain.
“Harku!”
Garkan roared, swinging an Iron Chain in a wide arc.
“This time you won’t escape!”
“Just a big target.”
Gwi Rang wasn’t there. An afterimage.
“Behind you! Garkan!”
Taikan coughed blood as he shouted.
“What?”
Garkan spun around in panic.
“Too late.”
Slash!
Bear hide tore open, thick muscle ripped in five deep furrows. Blood erupted like a fountain.
“Ughh…!”
Garkan fell to his knees.
“Brother!”
“Garkan!”
“I’m fine… this much….”
Garkan gritted his teeth.
“Still… not dead.”
“Hehehehe. Impressive.”
Gwi Rang licked his blood-stained claws.
“An ordinary person would be dead by now. The Airak Tribe certainly has some durability.”
It had been instantaneous. Taikan, Harku, Garkan—three of Airak’s finest subordinates, utterly dominated by a single monster called Gwi Rang.
“Filthy rat….”
Arko flung a poisoned dart from the shadows.
Frozen Poison—it killed by freezing the veins solid. Arko’s most formidable secret weapon.
“Useless!”
Gwi Rang didn’t even look; he swept his hand and batted the dart away.
“A poison master? Entertaining.”
“What?”
“But far too slow.”
Gwi Rang seized Arko’s throat in an instant and hoisted him into the air.
“Gag….”
“Poison only works if it lands.”
Gwi Rang’s golden eyes gazed down at Arko with mockery.
“I had high hopes, hearing you were servants of a North Sea Martial Warrior and warriors of the Airak Tribe.”
“…….”
“But you’re just meat shields with tough bodies.”
Arko thrashed.
“You Airak think you never die. But humans are all the same. Cut them, and they bleed.”
“Kill me… you’ll… the chief will… tear you apart….”
“What can your chief do for you? He can barely save his own skin.”
Gwi Rang tightened his grip. Arko’s neck vertebrae creaked.
“Look over there. Your chief—he’s too busy scrambling to save himself, isn’t he? Just running.”
Gwi Rang hurled Arko away like garbage.
Four wolves lay whimpering, drenched in blood.
An overwhelming gap in power. Gwi Rang had not killed them. He seemed intent on killing them slowly.
“Watch carefully.”
Gwi Rang pointed toward where Airak stood.
“See how your chief falls. That’s your last spectacle.”
“…Just wait.”
Garkan, blood-soaked, clenched his teeth.
“The chief will never lose. You don’t know him yet… we followed him not to become his strength, but to serve him, to carry out his errands. Right now, the chief is merely observing the transformed North Sea martial arts… the battle is already decided.”
“Is that so? I hope so. That way you’ll die in a single breath.”

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“Kahahaha! No time to look away!”
Bingho’s fist drove Airak back relentlessly.
Airak felt what his subordinates were enduring. Blood-scent vibrated through the air. Taikan’s groan, Harku’s screams, Garkan’s ragged breathing reached him on the wind.
Yet his eyes didn’t flicker. Like a man who saw nothing and heard nothing.
“Does it bother you?”
Bingho sneered.
“Your men are getting torn to shreds by Gwi Rang.”
“…….”
“You’d like to help them, wouldn’t you? But you can’t. I won’t let you.”
“You talk too much.”
Airak’s voice was glacial.
“Shut your mouth.”
“Khahahaha! Fine, I’ll make you!”
Bingho pressed his assault with relentless fury. Airak fell back, defending with the Wan Gok Sword. A blade was useless against a man who felt nothing.
“To be pushed back at this level? A North Sea Martial Warrior?”

Bingho lifted his right foot and stomped the ground.
Boom!
Cold Earth Freezing.
A wave of killing cold erupted from Bingho’s sole, racing across the earth in the span of a heartbeat.
Crack-crack-crack!
Ice crystallized around Airak’s feet, climbing past his ankles in a gleaming sheath.
“……!”
His feet would not come free—locked to the ground as though mounted in stone.
A sorcery of the Frozen Land itself. This was Bingho’s supreme technique—the very earth transformed into a weapon.
“Now you can’t run!”
Bingho’s face split into a triumphant grin as he raised his fist.
“It’s over, Martial Warrior! I’ll take your head and claim the title of North Sea’s finest!”
Bingho’s punch hurtled toward Airak’s skull. A critical moment—the blade’s edge between life and death.
But then.
Airak’s expression did not waver.
He lifted his gaze. The aura radiating from him shifted entirely. The cold smirk and ease that had defined him until now vanished, replaced by a killing intent so palpable it seemed to freeze the very air.
Ooooong…!
The Wan Gok Sword sang out. Atop the rust-red blade, a brilliant cyan frost bloomed like a flower.
The true power of the North Sea Ice Crystal Divine Art. A blue radiance of absolute zero.
“…What?”
Bingho’s eyes widened. His punch faltered mid-strike.
“That cold… it’s the same as….”
“The same?”
Airak’s lips curved upward. For the first time, he smiled. Yet it was not a smile—it was a predator baring its fangs.
“Don’t mistake yourself. Your Frozen Earth and my Ice Crystal exist in different dimensions.”
“What did you just—”
“I’ve watched your martial arts all this time…”
Airak’s voice turned the Snow Plain itself to ice. His frozen ankles? Irrelevant. He had never intended to flee.
“You touched my men.”
Airak adjusted his grip on his blade.
“Now I’ll make you regret it.”
This was the beginning. The wolf’s fangs had finally revealed the venom they had hidden all along.

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