The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 8

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Legend of the Evil Martial God

Chapter 8

 

 

 

As a young child walked toward the mountain stronghold, the bandits standing guard made bewildered expressions.

 

“That kid is coming this way?”

“What are you doing? Chase him away.”

 

A bandit approached Jeok Wigang with an annoyed look and waved his hand dismissively.

 

“This isn’t a place for kids. Go back.”

 

Then a bandit from behind spoke up.

 

“Wait, looking at the clothes that kid is wearing, he’s from a wealthy family. Grab him.”

“Oh? You’re right.”

 

A young child wearing precious silk clothes.

Treasure had walked right into their hands.

Still, they didn’t let their guard down.

The child’s parents might be somewhere nearby.

 

“Are you alone?”

 

Jeok Wigang nodded at the bandit’s question.

 

“First, hand over everything you have on you. That includes your clothes. Then we’ll spare your life.”

“If you don’t listen, we’ll just cut your throat and take everything anyway. So obey quietly.”

 

However, Jeok Wigang lightly ignored the bandit’s words and asked a question in return.

 

“Is this really the infamous Evil Mountain Stronghold?”

“Look at this kid? You came here knowing what this place is?”

“He’s got some nerve, doesn’t he?”

“If you came here knowing, we can’t let you leave alive, so what now?”

 

The bandits replied with sinister laughter.

 

“How old are you?”

“Eleven years old.”

“If you’ve lived that long, you must have enjoyed life enough, so you won’t have regrets when you go.”

 

They were saying they’d kill him.

 

“Talking is bothersome. Let’s just cut his throat and strip him.”

“Should we?”

 

One bandit drew a large blade and looked at Jeok Wigang while stroking the blade.

 

“Say your last words. We’ll show that much mercy.”

 

Jeok Wigang smiled coldly and muttered something.

 

“Three Yang Fire, Responsive Heart Fire Cannon”

 

Then three flame orbs formed and rose from Jeok Wigang’s palm, and the bandits who saw this were startled and stepped back.

 

“Wh-what is that?”

“Was he a kid who learned martial arts?”

“So that’s why he walked over so confidently.”

“Sorry, but we’re not ordinary bandits, you see.”

 

The surprised bandits composed themselves and drew up their internal energy.

 

“We are heroes of the great Green Forest.”

 

The Green Forest was a murim force made up of bandits.

Naturally, the bandits belonging to it had learned martial arts.

Since they were bandits, public opinion of them was naturally poor, and the Evil Mountain Stronghold received the worst reputation among them.

Yet because the Green Forest protected them, even the government office couldn’t touch them, and martial arts sects couldn’t easily interfere either.

Such was the Evil Mountain Stronghold, and now an eleven-year-old had come just because he’d learned some martial arts – how absurd could it be.

Being startled by an unexpected fireball was rather embarrassing.

There was only one way to erase this embarrassment.

Eliminate the one who had startled them.

Now the bandits had no intention of letting Jeok Wigang live.

The moment they rushed toward Jeok Wigang.

The fireballs floating in the air came flying.

 

“These measly fireballs!”

 

The bandits swung their blades and split the flame orbs Jeok Wigang had launched in half.

Since they split so easily, they chuckled and stopped their charge.

 

“What now? Looks like your ultimate attack got smashed too easily?”

“Don’t you have anything else?”

 

Jeok Wigang pointed behind them.

When the bandits turned their heads, the flame orbs they had split were flying back toward them.

 

“What the hell?”

 

Jeok Wigang said.

 

“Those don’t disappear until they hit their targeted objective.”

 

The bandits grew irritated at Jeok Wigang’s expression, as if he were observing them.

Just how much did this young brat look down on them to act like this?

He vowed to annihilate those child’s play fire orbs and cut off their necks.

The bandit quickly struck the approaching flame orb with his blade, completely shattering it.

Then he swiftly swung his blade toward Jeok Wigang.

 

Whoosh-.

 

He tried to cut off the neck in one strike, but it didn’t hit.

And by just a paper-thin margin at that.

Did I miscalculate the distance?

It was close enough to make him think that.

It didn’t even seem like he had dodged it.

Thinking he had misjudged due to the small build, he tried to attack again.

 

Whooom-.

 

“Ah! Hot!”

 

His back caught fire.

He thought he had blown it away for sure, but it had survived and come back.

As the bandit drew up his internal power, the fire clinging to his body instantly fell away.

Looking at his burned clothes, the bandits glared at Jeok Wigang with murderous eyes.

 

“I tried to cut your neck in one strike, but now that feeling has disappeared. I’ll make you die in the most painful way possible.”

 

Jeok Wigang paid no attention to whether the bandits were chattering or not.

 

“This level of power won’t work at all against murim warriors.”

 

Right now, Jeok Wigang was adjusting the power of the Five Elements Incantation Method.

This is why real combat is important.

You get results that can’t be known through just practice alone.

Meanwhile, the bandits, whose patience had run out at Jeok Wigang’s appearance of not caring about them at all, rushed forward.

 

“Catch him! We’ll peel off all his skin and sprinkle salt on top.”

 

Toward the bandits rushing at him with terrifying killing intent, Jeok Wigang summoned a flame orb once more.

However, the heat was on a completely different level from before.

He scattered it directly toward the charging bandits.

The flame orb, now twice as fast, flew toward the bandits.

 

“I won’t put up with these childish tricks anymore!”

 

The moment he struck the approaching flame orb with his blade, the flame orb exploded like a firecracker and flames stuck to his body.

The bandits tried to blow away the flames casually like before.

But the result was miserable.

 

“Aaaahhh!”

 

The flames with completely different heat from before instantly covered the bandit’s entire body, and after writhing in agony trying to put out the fire, his movements soon stopped.

Looking at the bandits who had become charcoal, Jeok Wigang muttered.

 

“About first-rate level, I suppose?”

 

He tried to infer the level of the bandits he had just faced.

 

“Against first-rate opponents, about three Script Rings worth of power should be sufficient.”

 

He had deliberately chosen a place like this.

A place where only beings that could be eliminated from the world gathered.

How perfect.

He could test the Five Elements Incantation Method and also eliminate evil that was eating away at the world.

 

“Now, shall we go inside?”

 

He moved forward while pondering which Five Elements Incantation Method to deploy next.

 

 

 

Crackle-.

Creak- Crash-.

 

All sides were engulfed in flames and the burning mountain stronghold was collapsing.

Corpses were scattered everywhere, and only one person remained.

One person trembling while holding a blade broken in half.

It was the chief of this mountain stronghold.

 

“Wh-why are you doing this!”

 

The desperate cry of the bandit chief looking at Jeok Wigang with a terrified expression was not reaching Jeok Wigang’s ears.

Right now, Jeok Wigang’s interest was focused on modifying the Five Elements Incantation Method.

“It would be dangerous if I’m attacked while reciting incantations. It was fine because it was me, but if it had been someone else, they would have died.”

 

He had actually been hit by a bandit’s attack while reciting an incantation.

Because he was completely absorbed in the Five Elements Incantation Method, he didn’t even notice someone approaching.

The person who attacked Jeok Wigang was the chief trembling right in front of him.

When the attack succeeded, he thought he had finally killed this demon, but he was unharmed.

Rather, the blade broke against Jeok Wigang’s body.

Does this make sense?

Jeok Wigang’s only reaction was to scratch the area hit by the blade as if it were itchy.

Jeok Wigang thought it was a problem caused by the incantation being a bit long.

He had made it this way because making it simple would be more difficult.

Should he improve it?

He thought about it but soon gave up.

To improve it, he would have to change all the formulas he had created so far.

Three years of time would fly away.

It was bothersome.

This wasn’t even his main technique anyway, just something he learned to live comfortably.

Never mind.

He’ll just use it as is.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the chief.

Eyes without any emotion.

The bandit chief realized.

This man had no intention of letting him live.

He gritted his teeth and drew up all his internal power.

 

“Die!”

 

He gathered all the energy he possessed and launched his final strike.

He thought he had a chance if he struck before the man could speak an incantation.

But instead of speaking an incantation, the man threw a punch.

The fist effortlessly shattered his desperate strike and approached rapidly.

That’s when he realized.

That strange sorcery wasn’t this demon’s true power.

That was the last thought the bandit chief had in this world.

 

Thud-.

 

Jeok Wigang descended the mountain, leaving behind the bandit chief who slowly collapsed with his upper body blown away.

Green Forest was put on high alert.

 

“More than six mountain strongholds have already disappeared!”

“You must devise countermeasures! The other strongholds are greatly agitated!”

 

A figure sat with a serious expression, listening to his subordinates’ words.

It was none other than the Green Forest Great Emperor, the lord of Green Forest.

 

“Have you figured out what martial arts they were struck by?”

“It hasn’t been determined at all.”

“Some strongholds were struck by flames, others by lightning.”

“There are strongholds with traces of ice, and some places where no trace of the stronghold remains at all.”

“Ice? Are you saying Northern Sea Ice Palace has come down to the Southern Sea?”

“We don’t know. What’s certain is that there are traces of ice arts being used.”

“What do you mean no traces remain at all?”

“There are traces of a meteorite impact.”

“What?”

 

It was absurd.

 

“Isn’t that a natural disaster? We should exclude that.”

“I mentioned it because it’s strange that a meteorite fell on a stronghold in this situation.”

“Even so, it can’t be a meteorite. Anyway, excluding the meteorite, you’re saying they were struck by fire arts, lightning arts, and ice arts?”

“That’s correct.”

 

This made it impossible to identify which faction had attacked.

 

“What kind of weapons do they seem to have used?”

“There are no traces of weapon use.”

“How many people?”

“There aren’t even any footprints.”

“No footprints either?”

“No.”

 

The Green Forest Great Emperor thought for a moment, then spoke.

 

“Did you say that bastard mainly operates in the Southern Sea?”

“That’s right.”

“First, dispatch the Eight Commanders of Green Forest to the strongholds in the Southern Sea.”

“Th-the Eight Commanders of Green Forest?”

“We need to instill the perception that we’ll definitely protect them when they’re in danger. Send them. Spare no support. Send the elites too.”

“Understood.”

“And mobilize all our intelligence networks to find out who the enemy is, no matter how much it costs. Find them without fail. We must clearly show what happens when someone touches our Green Forest.”

“Understood.”

 

 

 

Southern Sea’s Cheonsu Mountain, Myeongak Stronghold.

The bandits in the stronghold were looking at someone with eyes full of awe.

What they were looking at was Ma Changhu, Yahon Ma, one of the eight generals who protect Green Forest.

He walked in majestically with five golden spears, his beloved weapons, strapped to his back.

His exclusive martial art, Golden Kill Demon-Breaking Spear, was famous for showing no mercy.

Since Ma Changhu’s personality itself was cruel and merciless, it was perfectly fitting for his exclusive martial art.

A cruel person who would kill on the spot anyone who rubbed him the wrong way.

But he was warmer than anyone to his Green Forest brothers.

No matter how angry he got, if the target was a Green Forest brother, he would endure it and take it out on someone else who wasn’t a Green Forest brother.

Countless innocent people had died by his golden spear this way.

And Ma Changhu was currently in a very foul mood.

At the thought that Green Forest was currently being toyed with by some unknown force.

Ma Changhu earnestly instructed the bandits.

 

“The fact that I’m here must be kept absolutely secret. Those bastards might avoid this place if they hear of my reputation.”

“Yes!”

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