The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 11
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Legend of the Evil Martial God
Chapter 11
He decided to first check if the clone would respond properly when Taecheon came in.
“Yin Energy Face Response, Water Form Dissolution, Heart Breath Internal Storage, Void Form Hidden Seal”
As he recited the incantation, his body began to turn transparent.
Jeok Wigang pressed himself against the wall with his transparent body.
He immediately called for Taecheon.
“Taecheon! Are you outside?”
Taecheon immediately opened the door and entered at Jeok Wigang’s call.
“Young Master. Did you call for me?”
Then the clone began speaking in place of Jeok Wigang.
“I’m going to focus on books for a while. Bring me some Fasting Pills and water.”
“Again? You’ll ruin your health doing that.”
“It’s important work.”
“Sigh. I understand.”
Taecheon shook his head and went outside.
Seeing this, Jeok Wigang covered his mouth with his hand, busy laughing.
Perfect.
Now that he’d seen the clone respond perfectly to Taecheon, should he leave for his experiment?
Let’s go make evil repent, following Father’s words.
At the foot of Hwangcheon Mountain in Gangseoseong Province, Mad Sword Gate.
A place where people obsessed with swords gathered, just like the sect’s name.
Among them, the most insane person was Gate Master Jin Gwanghon.
Mad Sword Gate’s training always resembled real combat.
Many disciples died during training, but they stubbornly maintained that method.
Of course, the disciples also liked that approach.
Disciples who considered it natural for the weak to be eliminated by natural selection.
It was a sect where madmen who believed only the strong should survive gathered to train with swords.
It wouldn’t matter if they just trained like this among themselves.
The problem was that they tormented neighboring sects, saying the weak had no need to exist.
The surrounding small and medium sects had even formed an alliance to protect their sects from Mad Sword Gate, but they could barely hold off Mad Sword Gate while always suffering heavy losses.
Mad Sword Gate actually welcomed this even more.
It could serve as a stepping stone for them to grow stronger, and since it also made their opponents stronger, it was good for both sides.
They were people who never thought they were in the wrong.
Some sects relocated to other regions to avoid this Mad Sword Gate, but sects that had established their foundations since their ancestors’ time were desperately struggling to protect their territory somehow.
Today too, Mad Sword Gate was gathering disciples and throwing down the gauntlet to fight against the sects in that region.
“Don’t fall back this time! We are the strongest in Gangseo!”
“Yes!”
Everyone showed their fighting spirit with excited expressions, eager to fight quickly.
“Now! Let’s go! Today too, let’s awaken the true martial spirit in those Gangseo Alliance bastards!”
“Ha!”
“March out!”
“March out!”
The disciples raised their swords in unison and shouted to march out at the Gate Master’s cry.
Something was standing in front of the disciples who were boldly heading outside the gate with sky-piercing morale.
“What’s that?”
“Looks like a kid?”
“He’s wearing a mask?”
“Damn it! Some little brat is interfering at this important moment of marching out!”
“Hey! Get rid of him right now!”
The moment one disciple approached to remove the child standing there wearing a mask.
Kwang-.
A martial artist was slammed into the ground with a thunderous sound.
He couldn’t get up and was writhing.
Mad Sword Gate’s morale, which had been high as they marched out, instantly plummeted.
The child opened his mouth as all eyes focused on him.
It was Jeok Wigang.
“This is Mad Sword Gate where only sword-crazy bastards gather, right?”
The Gate Master stepped forward in response.
“That’s right. Who are you?”
“Who am I? Someone stronger than you guys. Want to play with me?”
“You’re insane.”
“We’ll see about that. Since there are many of you, I can go first, right?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Jeok Wigang charged forward.
“Show that bastard the terror of our Mad Sword Gate!”
At the Gate Master’s shout, the disciples at the front drew their swords and rushed out.
Swish swish clang-.
With terrifying eyes, they swung their swords with the momentum to cut down Jeok Wigang in one strike, but.
Thud thud thud-.
“Kuhek!”
“Kehek!”
He couldn’t even see how they got hit and went flying.
At first, he thought the move Jeok Wigang showed was successful because the approaching guy let his guard down.
But the move he just showed wasn’t something that simple.
‘I couldn’t see it with my own eyes either.’
The Gate Master gulped down his saliva.
The opponent was definitely a master far above his level.
Thud thud thud thud-.
Even at this moment, the warriors of Mad Sword Gate were falling like straw bundles.
It didn’t take much movement to bring down the warriors of Mad Sword Gate.
One strike per person.
In an instant, over a hundred disciples collapsed to the floor foaming at the mouth, leaving only the Gate Master.
Jeok Wigang’s deeply disappointed voice reached the Gate Master’s ears.
“What? This is all? How disappointing. I heard you were guys crazy about swords, but you can’t even swing a sword properly.”
At those words, how should he put it? He felt like his pride had been wounded.
The Gate Master gritted his teeth and drew his sword, charging at Jeok Wigang.
“Don’t look down on us! Mad Heaven Fighting Path!”
The Gate Master’s sword came stabbing wildly with unpredictable sword paths.
Swish-.
Jeok Wigang dodged it all too lightly.
Jeok Wigang grinned.
“The Gate Master is different after all.”
The Gate Master was frustrated by Jeok Wigang’s appearance of laughing as if it was fun.
“Aaaaah! Die!”
He swung his sword faster, but couldn’t land a single hit.
Jeok Wigang’s appearance of narrowly dodging as if he might get hit made the Gate Master even more frustrated.
The Gate Master knew.
That Jeok Wigang was deliberately dodging like that.
It meant he was looking down on him.
Whooom whooom whooom-.
The Gate Master’s sword blade was covered with bluish sword energy.
“Mad Kill River Heaven!”
The brilliantly flying sword extended streams of sword energy, fiercely pressing Jeok Wigang, but he couldn’t land a single hit.
“Oh! This one’s a bit better. But aren’t you too excited? If you calm down your excitement, it would be more precise.”
“Shut up!”
“Hey. I was giving advice because I wanted to help.”
“I said shut up!”
“You’re the type who doesn’t listen to your opponent’s advice?”
“Aaaaah!”
He wanted to tear that bastard’s mouth apart but couldn’t.
“Huh? Try a little harder. You almost hit me just now.”
No.
He could see that he was dodging leisurely.
The moment he drew up more internal power in frustration.
Cough-.
“Kheuk!”
His energy and blood flowed backward.
“Oh dear. That’s why I told you. Calm down your excitement and attack.”
“Please… shut up.”
“Nah. Not today. I’ll have to come back next time. Rest for now.”
Thud-.
After receiving a big shock to his head, as his memory slowly faded, he heard Jeok Wigang’s voice.
“This is quite fun. I should come again.”
A demon.
He had met the spawn of a demon.
With that thought, he lost consciousness.
The next day.
Jin Gwanghon, the Gate Master of Mad Sword Gate, came to his senses.
He bolted upright and looked around to find himself in his room.
He quickly examined his physical condition.
There was nothing wrong.
But surely his energy and blood had been twisted?
He closed his eyes and examined his body’s condition.
There was nothing wrong at all.
Was it a dream?
My face!
Right. I got hit in the face.
I was hit so hard, there should be some trace of it.
He examined his face with the bronze mirror, but it was perfectly fine.
What?
Did I have a dream?
When the Gate Master opened the door and went out, he saw the disciples were there.
“Gate Master! Are you awake?”
“Y-yes.”
“Do you remember what happened yesterday?”
“Yesterday?”
“Yes! The disciples are all confused right now.”
“What?”
“They all say they had the same dream.”
“A dream where they were all defeated by some unknown being wearing an evil spirit mask.”
The Gate Master’s expression hardened.
It wasn’t a dream?
“But it’s strange. We were definitely hit hard enough to pass out, but there’s nothing wrong with our bodies.”
“It’s enough to make ghosts weep.”
“Could it be that someone cast evil sorcery on us?”
The Gate Master’s pupils shook back and forth.
Evil sorcery?
Then who on earth?
He had so many enemies that he couldn’t even guess who it might be.
The most likely suspects were the Gangseo Alliance.
“The Gangseo Alliance bastards must have cast evil sorcery on us.”
“That’s right. Otherwise, how could we all have the same dream at the same time?”
“Let’s go attack the Gangseo Alliance right now!”
“Right!”
The disciples rose up like fire.
They thought the Gangseo Alliance was the cause of that absurd dream from yesterday.
The Gate Master also nodded, as there was no other way to explain this absurd situation.
“Right. If we beat up those Gangseo Alliance bastards, something will come out. Let’s go!”
“Yeah!”
“Everyone, we march toward the Gangseo Alliance!”
“March!”
Just like yesterday, all the disciples were about to head toward the Gangseo Alliance when…
“Huh? That’s the guy I saw in yesterday’s dream!”
At someone’s shout, all eyes turned in unison.
There really stood the unknown being with a small body wearing the evil spirit mask they had seen in yesterday’s dream.
“W-wasn’t it a dream?”
“Wasn’t it evil sorcery?”
“We can find out by checking!”
Just like yesterday, the warrior at the front drew his sword and charged forward.
Bang-.
Just like yesterday, with a single strike, the warrior was slammed into the ground, trembling.
Jeok Wigang, wearing the evil spirit mask, chuckled and said.
“What? I feel like I saw this scene yesterday. Isn’t that right?”
They definitely heard it.
The word “yesterday.”
“You all look like you don’t remember what happened yesterday? Then I’ll have to engrave it in your memory again.”
As Jeok Wigang began to move, the Mad Sword Gate disciples hastily drew their swords to face him.
But the result was no different from yesterday.
Thud thud thud thud-.
Jin Gwanghon just stared blankly at the Mad Sword Gate disciples falling like straw, unable to offer any resistance, just like yesterday.
Before long, all the disciples had fallen and only the two of them remained again.
Jeok Wigang grinned and said.
“Remember what I told you yesterday? Today, let’s not get excited and focus. Got it?”
Jin Gwanghon remembered yesterday’s irritation again.
Gritting his teeth, he drew his sword and charged at Jeok Wigang.
Vowing that today he would definitely stick his sword into that mouth.
Jolt-.
Jin Gwanghon opened his eyes and bolted upright.
He was on the bed again.
He was confused.
Was it a dream within a dream?
Or was he still dreaming now?
Or was he having a nightmare that would never end?
It felt like every day was repeating.
He got up listlessly and went outside to see disciples who looked even more confused than yesterday.
“Gate Master!”
Everyone was looking at Jin Gwanghon with trembling pupils.
“You all too?”
“Yes!”
The disciples who immediately understood what Jin Gwanghon meant answered in unison.
“Me too.”
At Jin Gwanghon’s answer, the disciples began looking around their surroundings.
If this wasn’t a dream, that bastard would appear again today.
Everyone looked around in all directions with extremely tense expressions.
“It seems he’s not coming today.”
“Could it be that we’ve been training too intensely and saw hallucinations as a group?”
The probability of that was very low.
Jin Gwanghon spoke.
“Let’s rest today.”
It was a first.
The word “rest” came from Jin Gwanghon’s mouth, who always shouted about training or real combat.
Not a single disciple objected to those words.
They too wanted to rest today.
Just as they were about to scatter to take a break, a terrifying voice was heard.
“What? Not going out to fight today?”
Everyone at Mad Sword Gate’s gaze focused on one spot.
There, Jeok Wigang was still wearing the same evil spirit mask, smiling and waving his hand.
“What? Tired after just two days? The name Mad Sword is wasted on you.”
Jin Gwanghon asked.
“Who exactly are you?”
“Me? I should have told you, right? I’m a martial artist who likes to fight just like you. But your current appearance is disappointing. You need to entertain me like the day before yesterday and yesterday.”
Jin Gwanghon shook his head.
“We will no longer fight with you.”
“Why?”
“Because we can’t win.”
“Really? That’s a shame. It was fun.”
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