The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 162

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Legend of the Evil Martial God

 

Chapter 162

 

He couldn’t even tell if an attack had been made.

 

He hadn’t felt any energy at all?

 

If martial arts had been used, there should have been some sensation, but there was nothing like that at all.

 

It literally just disappeared suddenly.

 

No matter how much he looked around, there was no trace of the jiangshi to be seen.

 

As he stood there in a daze.

 

Huh?

 

Something familiar was held in Jeok Wigang’s hand.

 

It was none other than.

 

“Huh? What, what? Why, why is my arm over there?”

 

It was his own arm.

 

“Here, I’ll give it back. Try reattaching it.”

 

The necromancer was dumbfounded watching Jeok Wigang hold out someone else’s arm as if doing them a favor.

 

“Wh, when?”

 

“Huh? You didn’t know? I thought you were staying still so I could check where your arm was positioned.”

 

What did he say?

 

This crazy bastard.

 

He hadn’t seen at all when his arm had been cut off.

 

But what was even more unbelievable was that this arm shouldn’t have been cut so easily.

 

‘He cut through bones made of inner golden bones that were firmly reforged with golden blood water, at a speed I couldn’t even notice…’

 

The skeleton made of inner golden bones was hard enough to block even sword energy.

 

He had cut through such a skeleton like slicing tofu.

 

He had underestimated him just by looking at Jeok Wigang’s appearance, but not anymore.

 

His opponent was a master strong enough that he needed to be tense.

 

‘They say there are still many eccentric figures in the Martial World whose identities haven’t been revealed… Where do these kinds of people keep coming from?’

 

The necromancer raised Jeok Wigang’s danger level to the highest grade and prepared to launch an attack befitting that level.

 

From the severed section of the necromancer’s arm that Jeok Wigang was holding, black liquid flowed down instead of red blood.

 

“Ugh! The smell!”

 

Jeok Wigang covered his nose and threw the arm away.

 

This smell.

 

It was the smell of rotting corpses.

 

In an instant, Jeok Wigang grasped the necromancer’s true identity.

 

“As expected, that body is fake, isn’t it?”

 

The necromancer smiled smugly and spoke proudly.

 

“You’re quick to notice. This is the ultimate form that all necromancers desire. A living corpse.”

 

“Where is your real body?”

 

“Do you think I’d tell you that? You asked if a severed arm could reattach? I’ll show you what you’re curious about.”

 

The arm that had fallen to the ground floated up into the air and reattached itself.

 

“Are you satisfied now?”

 

“Hmm. Fascinating. What’s the principle behind it?”

 

Jeok Wigang looked at the necromancer with an expression full of curiosity.

 

“Curious, are you? That’s…”

 

Thud thud thud-.

 

Rotting corpse hands stretched out from the ground and grabbed both of Jeok Wigang’s legs.

 

He didn’t think this would be enough to capture that bastard anyway.

 

He just needed to stop his movement for a very brief moment.

 

“…Go to hell and find out!”

 

Whoosh-.

 

Screech-.

 

The dagger thrown by the necromancer tore through the air and flew fiercely toward Jeok Wigang.

 

However, he moved while lightly ignoring the hands that popped up from the ground.

 

Since he had expected this, he wasn’t particularly bothered.

 

Snap-.

 

The dagger was quickly caught in Jeok Wigang’s hand.

 

Even though the dagger had fallen into the enemy’s hands, the necromancer didn’t panic but exclaimed in admiration.

 

“Kahahaha! You’re caught. To not dodge and catch that with your bare hands. That dagger has the power to absorb internal power and life force! It will suck out all your energy! Just have everything absorbed and die!”

 

While he was excitedly chattering, Jeok Wigang tilted his head and said.

 

“I don’t feel anything though?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“So when is it going to absorb my life force?”

 

From Jeok Wigang’s words and actions, the necromancer finally realized something was strange.

 

Jeok Wigang, who should have been suffering as his internal power and life force were being sucked away, was standing there as if nothing was wrong.

 

The flustered necromancer looked back and forth between the dagger and Jeok Wigang.

 

“Th-that can’t be right? Is it sleeping?”

 

How desperate must he have been to think the dagger’s spirit wasn’t awakened?

 

In fact, something was happening.

 

However, it wasn’t the dagger absorbing Jeok Wigang’s life force, but rather the opposite – the dagger was having its energy absorbed by Jeok Wigang.

 

The dagger was wailing, and Jeok Wigang was listening to the dagger’s wails.

 

Soon, the dagger, having had all its power absorbed, transformed into ordinary scrap iron.

 

Jeok Wigang gripped the dagger tightly.

 

Crack-.

 

“Huh?”

 

The necromancer was flustered.

 

“Geez, what kind of dagger is so full of such sinister energy? Just how many people did you kill with this sword? After neutralizing it, there wasn’t much energy to absorb.”

 

“What, what? You’re not saying you absorbed the energy of the Hell Demon Blade, are you?”

 

“Ah, so that thing full of filthy energy is called Hell Demon Blade? Not anymore. It’s just scrap iron now.”

 

“Huh? That can’t be right? It should be the opposite!”

 

The panicking necromancer.

 

Crunch- Crack-.

 

The dagger’s form disappeared from Jeok Wigang’s hand, becoming a round, crumpled lump of metal.

 

The necromancer was horrified.

 

The fact that the Hell Demon Blade could be crumpled so easily meant its spirit had truly been completely absorbed.

 

Could he himself absorb the Hell Demon Blade’s energy and crumple it like that?

 

shook his head.

 

If he had attempted such a thing, the Hell Demon Blade would not have left him alone.

 

The power possessed by the Hell Demon Blade was that tremendous.

 

In fact, becoming one of the top figures in Hundred Demon Heaven as a necromancer was largely thanks to the Hell Demon Blade’s help.

 

It was a precious existence that could not be done without, doubling his own power.

 

That Hell Demon Blade had become literally a lump of scrap metal, unable to use any power at all.

 

“I’ll melt this down and put it to good use.”

 

As soon as Jeok Wigang finished speaking, a black shadow appeared in the air and he threw the lump that had been the Hell Demon Blade into it.

 

The black shadow that swallowed the Hell Demon Blade disappeared instantly.

 

The necromancer looked at Jeok Wigang with a dumbfounded expression since everything had happened so quickly.

 

The necromancer who came to his senses took out an elixir from his body and looked at it.

 

‘To escape from this place against that monster… I need to temporarily explode my energy and get out of here.’

 

The necromancer made a regretful expression while looking at the elixir.

 

‘Soul Blood Secret Pill… It’s a waste to use it like this, but it’s better than losing my descent body…’

 

A descent body cannot be made just anytime.

 

One must find a suitable physical body, and it’s a body that can only be completed after going through many processes after finding the body.

 

It was a body that absolutely could not be lost.

 

Gulp-.

 

As he swallowed the Soul Blood Secret Pill, an enormous amount of energy began to writhe within the necromancer’s body.

 

Black gas spurted out like steam from various parts of the Necromancer Demon’s body.

 

“Hey hey! It stinks! Incredibly foul!”

 

Jeok Wigang stepped back in horror.

 

Seeing this, the Necromancer Demon’s eyes sparkled.

 

That bastard really hates the corpse poison fragrance.

 

If things went well, it seemed he could easily escape from this place.

 

Now, take this.

 

The corpse poison you hate so much!

 

The necromancer gathered the corpse poison and sprayed it toward Jeok Wigang.

 

Pshht-.

 

As the black steam was sprayed like fog, Jeok Wigang was horrified.

 

I’d like to enjoy watching that damn bastard panic more, but now is not the time for that.

 

First, I need to get out of this place.

 

The necromancer tried to quickly escape from this place.

 

Puhwahwang-!

 

Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the poison fog was blown away completely in an instant.

 

That damn bastard used fist wind to blow it away.

 

Do you think I’ll give up just because of that?

 

I’ll keep sending it.

 

I was about to spew out poison again.

 

“Ugh! That smell is really! Let’s do something about that smell first.”

 

Jeok Wigang said irritably and recited an incantation.

 

“Poison Decomposition, Abyss Annihilation, Fragrance Condensation, Gentle Circulation”

 

“What, what? An incantation? Was he a magic arts user?”

 

What kind of magic arts is this?

 

For now, it felt ominous so I tried to avoid it.

 

Something unpleasant enveloped my entire body.

 

I don’t know what he did, but I ignored it and sprayed poison.

 

But the color of the poison that should have been black was somehow bright.

 

It was like the feeling of seeing a spring breeze?

 

The necromancer wasn’t in his original body but possessed Hwalgangsi’s body, so he couldn’t smell anything and just looked bewildered.

 

Then, the necromancer saw Jeok Wigang’s expression.

 

“Hmm! Now it’s much better.”

 

Seeing Jeok Wigang’s satisfied expression, the necromancer realized something.

 

“Don’t tell me? You didn’t neutralize the poison, did you?”

 

“That’s right. I also changed the smell to be fragrant.”

 

“What?”

 

I quickly examined my body and it felt like even my skin was glowing.

 

“Th-that can’t be. Damn it!”

 

Hwaahak-.

 

I spewed poison from my body again, but what came out was clean water vapor that looked harmless to anyone.

 

“No….”

 

This can’t be happening.

 

This shouldn’t be happening.

 

How much effort did I put into creating this descent opportunity.

 

That damn magic arts user ruined everything.

 

But why is that magic arts user so strong?

 

Not only is he strong, but he also uses magic arts, and even those magic arts had a feeling of Beyond the Heavens.

 

Feeling like I shouldn’t face him any longer, I thought I should quickly escape this place and tried to move.

 

“Gasp!”

 

Jeok Wigang was right in front of my eyes.

 

What a shock.

 

I was startled and threw my body backward, but the distance didn’t widen at all.

 

“Eek!”

 

I increased my speed even more to escape, but he was still right in front of my eyes.

 

He didn’t even show any signs of exerting effort.

 

He was just observing.

 

That made me feel even worse.

 

Kuoooo-.

 

Powerful energy condensed in the Death Spirit Demon’s hand.

 

Kukwakwakwang-!

 

He released it toward Jeok Wigang.

 

I don’t think that bastard died from this one move.

 

Without any hesitation, I turned my body and tried to kick off the ground to escape, but something caught me and my body wouldn’t move.

 

When I turned my head, I saw Jeok Wigang in perfect condition holding onto me.

 

I attacked with all my strength though?

 

Why is he perfectly fine.

 

Where on earth has such a monster been hiding all this time to only appear now.

 

“Doesn’t it hurt when you get hit?”

 

Ah, this is really annoying.

 

Right now, in this situation, is that what you’re curious about.

 

But there was nothing he could do.

 

Right now, escaping from this ridiculous situation comes first.

 

What should I do?

 

Poison doesn’t work, attacks don’t work – what do I need to do to turn this damn bastard’s attention elsewhere?

 

While he was pondering.

 

Thwack-.

 

He felt his body floating up into the air.

 

Thud-.

 

That damn bastard must have lost patience and struck him.

 

Fortunately, since it wasn’t his real body, he couldn’t feel pain.

 

“Huh? It seems you can’t feel pain.”

 

He seemed genuinely curious.

 

“Now that your curiosity is satisfied, can I go?”

 

“No. I still have more things I’m curious about.”

 

That bastard – I haven’t lived all this time just to satisfy his curiosity.

 

He felt somewhat sad.

 

“How do I make you feel pain? How exactly is the Soul Descent controlled?”

 

Is this crazy bastard?

 

He’s boldly asking me to reveal secret techniques.

 

“Do you think… I would tell you!”

 

Again, he gathered his energy and launched an attack.

 

Grab-.

 

Huh?

 

He easily ignored the attack and grabbed his hand.

 

Since this was the first time he’d experienced such a thing, he was flustered.

 

The bastard started muttering something again.

 

This feels ominous.

 

I need to get away from this guy quickly.

 

Crack-.

 

After forcibly tearing off his arm, he used all his strength to perform Body Movement Technique in the opposite direction.

 

“Mind’s Eye Opening ”

 

Clearly, he had used Body Movement Technique, yet that bastard’s voice came from right beside him.

 

“Spirit Vein Tracking .”

 

Spirit Vein Tracking?

 

The necromancer realized it instinctively.

 

‘That bastard… is tracking my main body’s soul meridians!’

 

What on earth couldn’t be done with Magic Arts?

 

“Finger Seal Marking ”

 

Something felt ominous.

 

But there was no way to escape.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————