The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 15

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

Chapter 15

 

 

 

He looked at Jeok Wigang and asked.

 

“I’ll just let you go, so take him with you.”

“I also have business here.”

“Why? Can’t you stand injustice either?”

“You know me well.”

“Birds of a feather flock together. Did you come to preach too?”

“That’s right.”

“Haa. I’ll give you one more chance. Just take him and go.”

“I said no, didn’t I?”

“Then you’ll have to die.”

 

Whiriririk-.

 

Something flew at him quickly, and when he dodged and looked, it was a scythe.

 

Chwacha-.

 

An elder holding two scythes and smiling wickedly.

 

“Where shall I cut you? Just tell me.”

“Do whatever you like.”

“You’re quite cocky just because you knocked down those thugs over there.”

“Yeah.”

“Kekeke. Do you know why I bothered talking to you?”

“Who knows?”

“Look up there.”

 

When Jeok Wigang’s head turned upward, he could see small holes.

 

“Sangong Poison is sprayed from there. You didn’t even know that and kept breathing. You know what Sangong Poison is, right?”

“It’s a poison that makes you unable to use internal energy.”

“You know well. Now you understand why I stalled for time?”

“To prevent me from using internal energy?”

“You know well. Now do you understand your situation?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then I’ll personally show you.”

 

Paat-.

 

The elder swung both scythes in his hands toward Jeok Wigang’s arms and legs.

 

Pabak-!

 

They should have cut cleanly, but the scythes stopped as if caught on something.

The elder looked at Jeok Wigang with an expression of disbelief.

To this, Jeok Wigang grinned and said.

 

“What to do? I didn’t have internal energy to begin with.”

“What?”

“How about you take a hit first, then we continue our honest conversation?”

“W-wait…”

 

Pueok-.

 

“Keheuk!”

 

The elder’s body folded in half.

Even though he protected his abdomen with a qi barrier, it was useless.

Such pain.

More than that, such a tremendous fist was thrown without internal energy?

He couldn’t believe it.

Who was he?

He was an elder of Baekgeum Gate and third in rank, Janheol Ssanggyeom.

He was someone who once made quite a name for himself in the martial world, and was a master at the transcendent sixth stage.

Yet he received a shock that nearly knocked him unconscious from a fist without internal energy.

This guy wasn’t the type to go easy on someone just because they were old.

He was the same type as himself.

No, he was a being above that level.

The evil spirit mask couldn’t suit him better.

 

“W-wait! L-let’s talk. Talk.”

 

At the elder’s words asking to talk, Jeok Wigang raised his fist and said.

 

“This is how I talk.”

“I’m saying let’s have a conversation.”

“This is a conversation.”

“Th-that’s ridiculous…”

 

Jjeoek-!

Kwajik-.

Ppagak-.

Ppugeok-.

 

Eerie sounds kept coming.

 

Ttaenggeulang-.

 

The twin scythes, which should never be dropped during battle, fell to the floor broken.

And beside them lay the elder, Janheol Ssanggyeom, covered in blood and in such a state that he was unrecognizable.

 

 

 

Janheol Ssanggyeom opened his eyes.

He struggled to get up from his position with an expression as if he had just had a nightmare.

 

“Haa. That was a terrible dream. The dream was so vivid that my whole body aches.”

 

A voice that shouldn’t have reached the muttering Janheol Ssanggyeom’s ears came through.

 

“That wasn’t a dream though?”

 

Startled, he turned his head to see that very demon from his dream standing there with a smile.

 

“You were sleeping quite soundly? Did you sleep well?”

“It, it wasn’t a dream?”

 

Denying reality, he tried to get up from his spot when pain washed over him.

Just what did he hit him with and how to make it hurt this much?

As he turned his gaze while writhing in pain.

He witnessed an absurd scene.

All the thugs were buried head-first, drenched in sweat.

 

“What are those guys doing?”

“They’re reflecting on their past sins. You should reflect too, shouldn’t you?”

“What did I do wrong?”

“Huh? You don’t know what you did wrong?”

 

Janheol Ssanggyeom shut his mouth.

 

“If you don’t know, you’ll have to get beaten more? Will that be okay?”

 

Jeok Wigang clenched his fist and walked over slowly.

Then the pain in his body surged even more violently.

His body remembered.

Just how much it hurt to be hit by that fist.

Janheol Ssanggyeom cried out desperately.

 

“No, no! I, I remember! I remember!”

“Tell me.”

 

Janheol Ssanggyeom began to list off all the evil deeds he had committed.

There were quite a lot of them.

 

“Amazing. Really.”

 

Janheol Ssanggyeom lowered his head.

Now that he said it out loud, even he thought it was a bit excessive.

 

“How do you switch the promissory notes?”

“It’s a method called Eunjigye (Hidden Paper Contract). You overlay a very thin paper on top, and the overlaid area has patterns drawn on it so you can’t notice that another paper is placed on top. It’s so difficult for even experienced people to notice that ordinary people would never know why the contents of their promissory note changed even if they died and came back to life.”

“To return the money you’ve stolen from innocent people all this time, I’ll need to have a conversation with your Gate Master, right?”

 

Janheol Ssanggyeom nodded.

 

“What kind of person is the Gate Master?”

“He’s someone who has no blood or tears when it comes to money.”

 

Having no blood or tears when it comes to money means he has a strong attachment to money.

 

“Words won’t work then.”

 

At Jeok Wigang’s words, Janheol Ssanggyeom chuckled.

 

“He’s not the type to give up money even if he dies.”

 

Oh ho.

To that extent?

He really found the right test subject.

If he could reform even someone this obsessed with money, it would mean his Repentance Fist was a success.

 

 

 

Baekgeum Gate Master Hwanggeum Man was spending another happy night counting the bundle of receipts piled on his desk.

 

“Kehehehe! How much is all this! Oh, how wonderful!”

 

After counting the bundle of receipts, he turned his eyes to the jewelry packed full in a box.

He smiled happily again while looking at the sparkling jewelry.

 

“There couldn’t be anything more beautiful in the world.”

 

Hwanggeum Man beamed as he looked at the treasure piled up in his room.

Then there was a commotion outside.

 

“Gate Master! Something terrible has happened! You need to come out and see!”

 

Hwanggeum Man hurriedly left his room that was built like a vault and carefully closed the vault door that served as his room’s entrance.

Then he went outside where his subordinate was waiting, and his expression was quite serious.

 

“What’s the matter?”

“The, the branch offices have all disappeared!”

 

Hwanggeum Man looked at his subordinate with an expression wondering what he was talking about.

 

“The branch offices disappeared?”

“Literally. When we couldn’t contact them, we sent someone to check, and they said the branch offices themselves had vanished.”

“The branch offices themselves?”

“Yes! They said they were completely empty.”

“Completely empty? Where did the guys who were there go?”

“They all disappeared.”

 

Hwanggeum Man’s expression began to contort in real time as he stood there dazed for a moment.

 

“These damn bastards! They conspired together and ran off with my money!”

 

That was the only explanation.

He thought the three branch offices had conspired together to pull this off.

This wasn’t the time for this.

 

“L-let’s go check right now!”

“Yes!”

 

As Hwanggeum Man hurried out, he carefully set up a formation in his room before leaving.

It was a kind of locking device.

There was only one person who could break this formation.

Only Hwanggeum Man.

The reason?

Because the Formation Master who installed it no longer existed in this world.

And so Hwanggeum Man left with his subordinates to check the branch offices.

The air rippled as a human form gradually appeared.

It was Jeok Wigang, who had been hiding with the Invisibility Incantation.

Jeok Wigang examined the formation installed in the room and chuckled.

Then he waved his hand, and the formation disappeared as if it had never been there.

 

“This was a formation? I thought it was just child’s play.”

 

After dismantling the formation, he headed to where he had seen the vault earlier.

He grabbed the handle and pulled it straight out, tearing off the entire door.

 

Creak-.

Thud-.

 

With a thunderous sound, the vault door was ripped off.

He had deliberately made a loud noise.

That way Hwanggeum Man would hear the sound and come back.

Since it was a sound from his own room, wouldn’t he rush back with all his might?

Jeok Wigang’s prediction was spot on.

Not long after tearing off the door, Hwanggeum Man came rushing back urgently.

Hwanggeum Man looked around the chaotic room with his face flushed red.

Then he saw that the vault door had been torn off.

In an instant, Hwanggeum Man’s eyes rolled back as he charged toward Jeok Wigang.

 

“You damn bastard! Get away from my vault right now!”

 

Thwack-.

 

Hwanggeum Man’s strike was easily blocked by Jeok Wigang’s hand.

In a normal state, he would have gauged his opponent’s strength and prepared accordingly, but Hwanggeum Man wasn’t in that state right now.

Only the thought of protecting his vault filled his head.

 

“I said get away from my vault right now!”

 

Hwanggeum Man’s hands turned golden.

Golden Yellow Divine Art.

Even his martial arts were golden.

Seeing this, Jeok Wigang let out a snicker.

He really was a guy obsessed with gold.

Wait?

Don’t tell me he chose that martial art because it glows golden when used?

A guy like this probably won’t listen even if beaten.

He was a fresh type.

That made him even more worth studying.

While blocking the frenzied Hwanggeum Man’s attacks, he discovered something interesting.

The direction was consistent.

 

Snicker-.

 

He laughed again.

In the midst of all this, seeing him desperately trying not to attack toward his vault felt somewhat pitiful.

Maybe?

With that thought, he stepped into the vault, and Hwanggeum Man stopped attacking in horror.

 

“W-what do you want!”

 

Jeok Wigang grinned wickedly and pointed inside the vault with his finger.

 

“All of that stuff.”

“Argh! You damn bastard!”

 

He looked furious, but he didn’t attack.

 

“If you’re a man, come out! Come out and let’s talk.”

“You’re going to attack if I come out?”

“N-no, I won’t! I won’t, so please come out.”

 

Now he was almost at the level of begging.

Even in the midst of this, his gaze was fixed only on the items inside the vault.

 

“I told you my purpose, didn’t I? I want that stuff.”

“Do you think you can take that and get away safely?”

“I’m not planning to take it? I’m going to distribute it to the people here?”

 

Suddenly, Hwanggeum Man was flustered.

He quickly turned around to look at his subordinates, and their expressions were not normal.

 

“Y-you don’t believe that bastard’s words, do you?”

“Haha. Of course.”

“How could we believe the words of someone other than the Gate Master?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

 

Contrary to his subordinates’ words telling him not to worry, their faces were already full of anticipation.

To turn those bastards’ hearts back?

Hwanggeum Man squeezed his eyes shut and said.

 

“If you catch that bastard, I’ll give everyone one nyang of gold!”

“Ohhh!”

 

The subordinates cheered.

Then Jeok Wigang’s voice was heard.

 

“If you scatter all the treasure here, it wouldn’t be just one nyang of gold, would it? If you’re lucky, you could take enough treasure to live on for a lifetime.”

 

Hwanggeum Man was going crazy at the sight of his subordinates being tainted by greed again.

He had never anticipated such a situation even once, so he had no idea how to resolve it.

At that moment, something flew swiftly over Hwanggeum Man’s head.

Even in that brief moment, recognizing it was his gold, Hwanggeum Man threw his body with all his might and snatched the gold.

Then he let out a sigh of relief and turned around, only to see his subordinates with expressions full of disappointment.

Their loyalty was visibly dropping in real time.

It was a moment of being caught between a rock and a hard place.

Hwanggeum Man stared at the gold in his hand.

He made his decision.

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