The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 62
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Legend of the Evil Martial God
Chapter 62
Everyone bowed their heads deeply.
“But don’t be so dejected like that. Always have confidence. You’re men, after all.”
“Yes.”
“Actually, I’m a secret agent sent by the Castle Lord.”
“What?”
“He told me to support anyone I find at Museong Pavilion who has talent and is worthy of loyalty to Heavenly Martial City, so I’m currently carrying out that mission.”
“Is, is that really true?”
“Yes. Everything you received today is all thanks to the Castle Lord’s grace. So be grateful to him.”
The four men were moved.
Then they turned toward the direction where the Castle Lord was and bowed.
“We will serve with complete loyalty!”
Jeok Wigang smiled at that sight.
It was right for people of Heavenly Martial City to be loyal to Heavenly Martial City.
He had no intention of stealing Grandfather’s people anyway.
“Today’s events are absolutely secret. You understand?”
“Yes! We’ll take it to our graves!”
The next day.
Jeok Wigang headed straight to where the grade-level administrator was.
The grade-level administrator was called Seungwisa and played the role of helping ensure there were no difficulties in training.
“You want to change rooms?”
“Yes. All four of them are challenging the sixth grade, so I’m left alone and feeling lonely.”
Seungwisa looked over Jeok Wigang’s documents and chuckled.
“You don’t need to worry. Those kids from that room won’t make it to sixth grade.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“They haven’t been able to advance all this time. Those kids from that room are failures.”
The word “failures” irritated Jeok Wigang.
For now, he held back.
“Do you have a room you want?”
“I want Room Seven.”
At the mention of Room Seven, Seungwisa’s expression changed subtly.
“Why that room? Is there something you want there?”
“I heard that room is good.”
“Oh ho. Sounds like you heard something?”
“Is it not allowed?”
“It’s not that it’s not allowed. It’s just that…”
Seungwisa trailed off.
Jeok Wigang silently took out a pouch from his chest and held it out.
Seungwisa, who received it, smiled at the heavy feeling.
“Iron?”
“Silver.”
“Huh.”
Silver coins with this kind of weight.
“Hahaha! You want to go to Room Seven? Of course you should go! Yes! I’ll move your room right away.”
Seungwisa filled out the documents and Jeok Wigang was instantly assigned to Room Seven.
After confirming he was assigned to Room Seven, Jeok Wigang put the documents in his chest and held out his hand.
“What else do you need?”
“Give it back.”
“What?”
“Give back what I gave you.”
“This bastard? Are you speaking informally to me now?”
“Yeah.”
Seungwisa, who had been looking at Jeok Wigang with an incredulous expression for a moment, soon chuckled.
“I see. You must think I look ridiculous sitting here like this. You picked the wrong person to mess with.”
An aura like an active volcano surged from Seungwisa’s body.
“Hahaha! Even though I look like this, I’m a martial artist at the Super Peak Level eighth stage. How about it? If you kneel and beg even now, I’ll forgive you.”
“You sure talk a lot.”
Thwack-.
Thud-.
Seungwisa was knocked out in one blow.
Jeok Wigang picked up the pouch of silver coins that had fallen to the ground, put it back in his chest, then slung Seungwisa over his shoulder and headed somewhere.
Splash-.
“Gaaaah!”
At the burning pain he felt on his face, Seungwisa snapped back to consciousness.
Unable to grasp what situation he was in right now, he looked around with a dazed expression.
Then he spotted Jeok Wigang and made a bewildered face.
What?
He had definitely been talking with that bastard when something hit him and his memory cut off.
Why had his memory been cut off?
He couldn’t understand it.
Looking around, it was empty plains with no sign of people anywhere.
There’s no place like this in Museong Pavilion?
“Are you coming to your senses a bit?”
“What are you? And where is this place?”
“I’m a seventh-grade trainee and this is inside a formation method I created.”
“Formation method?”
“Yeah. I set it up because I wanted to have a sincere conversation with you. Don’t worry. No matter what happens inside here, no one outside will know.”
“Am I… kidnapped right now?”
“You catch on quick.”
It was absurd.
Kidnapped by a Museong Pavilion trainee.
It was so embarrassing he couldn’t tell anyone about it.
There was one way to overcome this embarrassment.
Beat up that brat in front of him.
The problem was the formation method.
If he beat up that bastard, wouldn’t he be unable to get out of here forever?
“I’m the central axis of the formation. If you defeat me, the formation method will break.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Why are you telling me that?”
“So you’ll attack me.”
“Attack you?”
“Yeah. You’re not convinced right now, aren’t you? So I’m telling you to check again. What? Do you need a weapon? Well, is there a weapon you use?”
At Jeok Wigang’s question, Seungwisa answered without realizing it.
“I use a sword.”
“A sword. Wait a moment.”
As Jeok Wigang muttered something toward the void.
“Huh! Wh-what is that?”
A black circle appeared in the air, swirling.
He stuck his hand right into it and pulled out a sword.
“Amazing, right? It’s called Magic Arts Method, a type of magic arts. It’s really convenient.”
He held out the sword he had taken from there to Seungwisa.
Seeing Jeok Wigang use magic arts, Seungwisa thought that bastard had used evil sorcery to knock him unconscious.
Then it made sense.
“Here, take it.”
Seungwisa received the sword with a disgusted expression.
He thought to himself.
I don’t use just any sword.
He thought that as he received the sword.
“Huh?”
He was surprised.
The way it fit perfectly in his hand and its light weight – it was at least a famous sword.
As the sword was grasped in his hand, Seungwisa habitually swung the sword.
It was comfortable.
Had there ever been a time when swinging a sword felt this comfortable?
This sword was a superior-grade famous sword, the first he had ever encountered in his life.
He was giving him such a thing to use?
Was he generous?
Or was he overflowing with confidence in his magic arts?
“What? Do you like it?”
Seungwisa nodded his head.
“Then keep it.”
What?
Was he giving the disease and then the medicine?
Was he asking to be spared now?
Gripping the sword, he thought.
He just needed to be careful of that bastard’s evil sorcery.
He focused his mind and glared at Jeok Wigang.
“Your eyes are going to pop out. Stop straining and hurry up and attack.”
Even if he wanted to go easy on him, he didn’t like his way of speaking.
“Fine! Since you gave me a good sword, I’ll spare you one arm.”
Seungwisa with the sword quickly rushed toward Jeok Wigang.
‘An opening!’
There were too many gaps.
Was he weak in real combat because he was a technique master?
Thinking that, he aimed for the left arm.
The moment he was about to take the left arm too easily.
Thwack-.
The sword struck his forearm with a dull sound.
An impossible situation.
His arm should have been severed, but instead the sword bounced back.
Was this right?
Could it be a sword without an edge?
With that thought, he brought his finger to the blade.
Even with the slightest touch, his hand was cut.
It had tremendous sharpness.
It was this sharp yet couldn’t cut through his forearm?
Perhaps he was bewitched by the evil sorcery that bastard was using?
Then he needed to come to his senses.
To regain his senses, he bit his tongue to feel pain.
Then his hazy mind felt like it was becoming clear.
As expected, he had fallen under that bastard’s evil sorcery.
Thinking so, he gripped his sword again and this time charged with the resolve to kill.
“Heavenly White Tiger Sword!”
Whiriririk-.
Seungwisa’s sword qi flew with momentum to pierce through Jeok Wigang’s entire body at any moment.
In an instant, he saw it.
Jeok Wigang throwing a punch.
It was absurd.
He was unleashing sword qi, yet he was throwing a punch at it.
He was insane.
That’s what he thought, but the result was completely different.
Kagagagak-.
The fist deflected all the sword qi and was rapidly approaching.
“This crazy bastard!”
Thwack-.
Thud-.
Seungwisa fainted again from a single blow.
Smack-.
Seungwisa jumped up again from a slap to the cheek.
That was just the beginning.
Seungwisa repeated fainting, getting slapped awake, and fainting again countless times throughout the night.
Smack-.
Seungwisa jumped up.
As soon as he came to his senses, he prostrated himself.
“I, I was wrong! P-please use words! Words!”
Tears were smeared all over his swollen face.
“Do you know what you did wrong?”
“N-not returning the silver coins.”
“Wrong. You haven’t been beaten enough.”
“It’s n-not that?”
It was strange.
Surely that was all he had done wrong?
Was attacking him the mistake?
“D-daring to attack and offending you?”
“Wrong.”
Seeing Seungwisa who didn’t know what he had done wrong, Jeok Wigang shook his head.
“You’re still far off. Let’s continue the beating.”
Seungwisa’s mind was spinning rapidly.
He had to figure it out before getting beaten more.
The answer Jeok Wigang wanted.
But no matter how much he thought and thought again, what he had just said was all he had done wrong to Jeok Wigang.
Could it be?
“T-taking bribes!”
Jeok Wigang’s approaching fist stopped.
Then he crouched down, smiled, and said.
“Tell me more.”
So this was the right answer after all.
Seungwisa read the situation.
He felt like he shouldn’t say anything more than this.
“Th-that’s all.”
Jeok Wigang smiled coldly.
“Fine. I understand.”
Thwack- Thwack-.
This time he didn’t faint.
Seungwisa realized.
How great a blessing fainting had been.
With each blow he received, he felt pain as if the struck area was disappearing.
At that moment, Jeok Wigang’s muttering could be heard.
“Persistent. Should I grab another guy and ask him instead?”
Even in pain, goosebumps rose all over his body.
That wasn’t just idle talk.
He was serious.
“Right. Let’s grab another guy and ask him.”
Having made up his mind, he stopped beating him and glared menacingly at Seungwisa.
“Farewell.”
The beaten areas hurt so much he could barely breathe properly, but his will to live displayed superhuman strength.
“I’ll, I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”
“No. I’ll ask someone else. Farewell.”
“I, I took money and looked after Unje’s back, knowingly overlooking fraudulent promotions!”
Seungwisa squeezed his eyes shut and spilled everything.
“… Tell me in detail.”
He was alive.
Seungwisa inwardly sighed in relief as he spilled everything.
“Or, originally the only way to advance was through the Seven Star Ascension Tower.”
“I know.”
“But one day, the Military Advisor said the Seven Star Ascension Tower was too inefficient and newly introduced the Supremacy Ascension Method, where you challenge higher-level trainees and advance by winning.”
“I know.”
“At first, all the trainees welcomed it. Passionate trainees constantly challenged higher-level trainees, and the higher-level trainees constantly strived to defend their positions and climb even higher.”
It was an ideal method.
“The problem is there’s a loophole in this. No matter how often you get promoted or demoted, you don’t get expelled from Museong Hall, so people appeared who used that to make money. Also, those who used them to raise their own children to higher grades appeared.”
“You should have stopped that.”
“We tried to stop it at first. But… the temptation of the money they offered was greater. We tried it once or twice and nothing happened, so I think we became bolder.”
“What kind of person is this Military Advisor?”
“The best. He’s the greatest contributor to Heavenly Martial City who founded it together with the Castle Lord, and someone who knows everything that happens in Heavenly Martial City inside and out as if he holds it all in his palm.”
“But Museong Hall has become this mess and he doesn’t know? Do you think that makes sense?”
At Jeok Wigang’s words, Seungwisa spoke cautiously.
“There have been recent rumors that the Military Advisor seems to have changed a bit.”
“Changed?”
“Yes. How should I put it. Unlike the previous Military Advisor, should I say he has a sharp feeling? Or should I say an alien feeling? Anyway, there are many people who felt that way.”
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