The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 29

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

Chapter 29

 

 

 

Jeok Wigang looked at the Mok Family Father and Son with satisfaction.

The two men’s gazes were focused on Taecheon’s sword.

 

“You seem curious. Taecheon. Hand over the sword.”

“Understood.”

 

When Taecheon extended the sword without complaint, the two men continuously admired and examined the sword with amazement.

 

“How can it be so smooth in this world.”

“This is the first time I’ve seen a sword forged so uniformly.”

“This sword also has inscriptions carved on it.”

“The inscriptions are carved so precisely too. How on earth did they do this?”

 

The two men’s gazes turned toward Jeok Wigang.

 

“It seems you’re having trouble with swords, shall I help you? I’ll help you while showing you. How it was done.”

“Really, is that true?”

 

When Jeok Wigang nodded, the two men showed expressions of deep emotion.

 

“It’s already gracious that you’re helping us, but to even show us your secret techniques, we Mok Family Father and Son will treasure Young Master’s great kindness for life.”

“Not at all. It’s nothing special.”

 

To the two men, Jeok Wigang appeared as the greatest Great Person in the world.

As they were admiring Jeok Wigang’s great character and looking at Taecheon’s sword again.

 

“Where’s the old man?”

 

Someone’s voice was heard.

Mok Gwang and Mok Cheol Father and Son seemed tense at this.

 

Creak-.

 

The blacksmith shop door opened and a young man entered while fanning himself.

 

“What? You were inside but why didn’t you answer?”

“I’m sorry. Young Master Guyang. I didn’t hear you.”

 

Young Master Guyang smiled and lightly tapped Mok Gwang’s head with his fan.

 

“Since I liked the sword I took last time, I’ll let it slide this once.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you have another sword similar to that one? I have a place to give it as a gift.”

“I’m sorry. Famous swords like that don’t come out just anytime…”

 

At this, the young man called Young Master Guyang looked at the sword held in Mok Gwang’s hand.

 

“That sword looks good though?”

“This sword belongs to that customer over there.”

“Is that so?”

 

Young Master Guyang slowly walked toward Jeok Wigang, gave a cupped fist salute, and spoke.

 

“I am Guyang Hu, the third son of the Guyang Family here in Changsha.”

“I am called Jeok Wigang of Jin Mu Sect.”

“Won’t you sell that sword to me? I’ll pay you handsomely for it.”

“I’m sorry. This isn’t mine but belongs to my subordinate, so I cannot sell it.”

“Then isn’t that even better? What belongs to your subordinate is yours, isn’t it?”

 

Jeok Wigang chuckled and said.

 

“I’m sorry. I cannot sell it.”

 

After saying that, he turned his head away to ignore him.

 

“When someone is talking to you, you shouldn’t just turn your head away like that.”

 

Guyang Hu spoke in a rude tone.

 

“Don’t you know that here, the words of our Guyang Family are no different from law?”

“There should be national law, so if you say the Guyang Family’s words are law, wouldn’t that make you a traitor?”

“Ha. Is this guy crazy? Do you want to die?”

 

When Guyang Hu gestured, the guards nearby moved.

At this, Taecheon stepped forward to block them.

 

“What?”

“Young Master. Please give me my sword.”

“Using that sword right away is dangerous. You need to get sufficiently familiar with it before using it, so handle this with the swords over there.”

 

Just how incredible must it be to require an adaptation period?

Taecheon nodded and answered with a pounding heart.

 

“Understood.”

 

Taecheon gave a cupped fist salute to Mok Gwang and spoke.

 

“I’d like to borrow a sword for a moment.”

 

Mok Gwang urgently tried to dissuade him.

 

“Don’t, don’t do that. In Changsha, opposing the Guyang Family is absolutely something that must never be done.”

“Hahaha! Old man Mok really knows how to live in this world. Did you hear that? If you just hand over that sword, I’ll pretend today’s incident never happened. How about it?”

 

As if speaking for Guyang Hu to hear with his arrogant momentum, Jeok Wigang cut off his words.

 

“My, how noisy.”

“I’ll make them quiet.”

“Just rough them up a bit and send them away.”

“Understood.”

 

Taecheon picked up one of the swords nearby.

That sword was a practice sword that hadn’t been sharpened yet.

Guyang Hu saw this and sneered.

 

“Hahaha! Look at that. He’s so flustered he grabbed an unsharpened practice sword.”

 

Having knowledge of swords, Guyang Hu immediately recognized that the sword Taecheon held was a practice sword.

 

“Seeing how he can’t even properly examine a sword, they’re nothing special. Get rid of him and bring me the sword in that guy’s hand.”

“Yes!”

 

The guards drew their swords and surrounded Taecheon, ready to attack at any moment.

Taecheon knew it was a practice sword when he drew it.

If he had intended to kill, he would have drawn the real sword beside it.

If he was just going to rough them up a bit, a practice sword was sufficient.

Since it had no edge, he could swing it freely without worry.

One of the guards rushed forward and slashed his sword downward from above.

 

Whoosh-.

 

Just as the clear sound of the blade cutting through air could be heard.

 

Clang-.

 

Taecheon’s sword struck the guard’s sword surface, changing the sword’s direction and directly hitting his opponent’s abdomen.

 

Thwack-.

 

“Ugh!”

 

Though it didn’t cut since it was a practice sword, the powerful impact traveled through his abdomen to his internal organs, and he collapsed to the floor.

 

“This guy’s no pushover. Everyone attack at once!”

 

Recognizing in just one move that Taecheon was no ordinary opponent, the guards all rushed forward simultaneously.

He dodged the guards’ swords thrusting from all directions while attacking his opponents.

 

Thwack- Thud-.

 

Some guards got hit in the wrist, others in the knee, and others in the armpit, all writhing in pain.

Still, they didn’t drop their swords.

Taecheon made an interested expression at this.

Normally they would drop their swords from the pain, but these men held onto their swords until the end despite feeling pain.

They were properly trained.

It was a waste.

To think such men had to guard some ill-mannered brat like that.

But as they say, birds of a feather flock together.

The guards also didn’t seem to have very good hearts.

 

“You damn bastard!”

“I’ll definitely kill you!”

“I’ll cut off your limbs and mock you endlessly!”

 

Any trace of sympathy disappeared.

Taecheon gripped his sword tightly.

He had to make sure they couldn’t move at all.

 

“Die!”

 

A blade flew right up to his face.

Taecheon dodged slightly and struck that guard’s wrist hard.

 

Crack-.

 

With an intense sound, the guard collapsed clutching his arm.

His arm was bent in a strange shape.

It was broken.

Taecheon stepped on his pained face and knocked him unconscious.

 

“Damn you, you bastard!”

 

The guards aimed their swords rippling with blue energy, their eyes full of venom.

Taecheon took his stance.

Then the warrior in front of Taecheon rushed forward in a low stance, holding both scabbard and sword hilt.

 

Swoosh-.

 

He drew his sword while rushing and attacked Taecheon.

It was an attack method that used the scabbard to hook the blade, making the destructive power even stronger.

At the same time, blades were rapidly approaching from above Taecheon’s head, from left and right, and toward his back.

He used quick draw to strike upward at the rapidly approaching sword, deflecting another sword that was descending vertically from above.

Simultaneously spinning his body around, he blocked the attacks coming from all directions.

 

Clang clang clang-.

 

The moment their attacks were blocked and their body balance was disrupted for just an instant.

Taecheon’s attack began.

 

Swish-.

 

He struck the face of the front guard, whose body swayed most from the quick draw, with the flat of his sword.

 

Thwang-.

 

“Kheuk!”

 

Crash-clang-clang-.

 

The guard fell backwards, foaming at the mouth and fainting.

The remaining three were also helplessly beaten by Taecheon’s swift attacks and crawled on the floor.

Now only one guard remained.

He was looking at his fallen colleagues with anxious pupils.

Guyang Hu was also flustered by this unimaginable situation.

 

“What, what! These idiotic bastards! You can’t even handle one person and you’re making this mess!”

 

While saying this, he quickly backed toward the door.

 

“What are you doing! You idiot! Hurry up and block him! Buy me time to escape!”

At Guyang Hu’s shout, the remaining guard gritted his teeth and charged forward.

 

Whack-.

 

But the result was unconsciousness.

 

Thud-.

 

Was it an illusion?

For a moment, it seemed like there was a smile on the fainting guard’s lips.

Now only Guyang Hu remained.

 

“Don’t, don’t come closer… Just lay one finger on me. I’ll, I’ll erase the blacksmith shop people here and your, your entire family clan from this world.”

“If I just let you go, you’ll pretend today never happened?”

 

Thinking that Jeok Wigang was scared by his words, Guyang Hu regained some of his confidence.

 

“Hmph! So you’re finally getting scared. Even now, kneel down and beg. Then I’ll just cut off that bastard’s life and one of your arms and call it even.”

 

Jeok Wigang laughed as if he found Guyang Hu’s words absurd.

 

“That doesn’t seem like something you should be saying in this situation? Are you really that clueless? Well, I guess you haven’t lived your life reading the room. I understand.”

“Damn bastard! To reject the merciful grace I offered you. Your family clan will disappear from this world because of your foolishness.”

“Ah, is that so? Then I guess I have to kill you without anyone knowing to protect our family clan? Right?”

“What?”

“You said it yourself. That if I let you go, you’d eliminate our family clan. I can’t commit such an unfilial act. I have to kill you to save the family clan. Don’t you think?”

“Do, do you think you’ll be safe if you touch me?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll handle it myself. Someone who’s going to the Underworld first shouldn’t worry about such problems.”

 

As Jeok Wigang approached with a cold smile, Guyang Hu backed away, filled with fear.

Then he asked the Mok Family Father and Son for help.

 

“What, what are you doing? Hur, hurry and stop that rude bastard. If you help me, I won’t forget my gratitude and will make the Mok Family blacksmith shop the biggest blacksmith shop in Changsha.”

 

Then Mok Gwang said to Jeok Wigang.

 

“Young, Young Master. That, that’s enough.”

 

Jeok Wigang said with a smile.

 

“Could you please step outside? The scene that’s about to unfold won’t be very pleasant to watch.”

“If you kill Young Master Guyang, not only you but we will die too. So please stop here.”

“I’ll make sure no harm comes to this place. So don’t worry and go outside. Taecheon.”

“Yes.”

 

Taecheon soothed the Mok Family Father and Son and led them outside.

Having witnessed Taecheon’s strength, the two people went out with worried expressions, unable to say anything.

 

“You two, if anyone approaches this place, block them.”

“Understood.”

 

At Jeok Wigang’s command, Chu Sohwan and Milyeong disappeared like smoke.

Seeing this, Guyang Hu made a fuss as if he had seen a ghost.

 

“They, they disappeared! They, they disappeared! Gh, ghosts!”

 

It was noisy.

 

Smack-.

 

Guyang Hu’s face turned from the powerful impact.

With a bewildered expression about what had just happened to him, he touched his cheek and looked at Jeok Wigang.

It was the first time in his life.

Being hit by someone.

He seemed too shocked to feel the pain.

Then suddenly his face scrunched up.

The pain was finally setting in.

It was the first time.

Being in this much pain.

Tears welled up in Guyang Hu’s eyes.

 

“How, how dare you hit me… Even, even Father has never hit me…”

“Since there was no one to properly discipline you, you grew up like this. I’ll discipline you properly.”

Guyang Hu’s evil energy wasn’t surprisingly strong.

He just grew up spoiled, so he couldn’t properly judge what was wrong.

Though he did bad things, since no one ever said anything about it, he seemed to have lived thinking it was natural.

 

“Who are you to decide whether to discipline me or not!”

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen!”

“I’m your older brother then.”

“What?”

“From now on, call me Older Brother.”

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