The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 100

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 100

‘I’ve dealt with about five. What remains is around thirty and one leader.’

The positions where the enemies were hiding were instantly caught by his qi sense.

At the same time, he could see their martial prowess as clearly as reading the lines on his palm.

Perhaps they had put considerable effort into setting up this trap in their own way.

But now that he had reached Hyeon-gyeong, Jeok-un’s qi sense was unavoidable.

It was like playing hide-and-seek with children.

The way they hid only their heads and mistakenly thought they were completely hidden was exactly the same.

Whoosh!

At that moment, the aura of what appeared to be the leader vanished like a mirage.

It was quite an excellent concealment technique, even compared to the assassins he had met before his regression.

Swish swish swish!

Following their master, the subordinates also tried to move anew.

However.

“If you’re thinking of showing off petty tricks, you’d better give up.”

Rumble!

When Jeok-un stomped the ground with his true foot, an earthquake occurred and bitter cold qi began spreading outward in a circle.

Condensed energy covered in frost.

This ruthless energy covered the surroundings while simultaneously.

Crack crack crack!

Instantly freezing everything it touched.

Then there was only one thing the enemies could do.

Avoid the blade-like bitter cold energy rushing toward them.

“Cough, hack!”

“Urgh…!”

But the result was devastating.

The assassins who had been hiding throughout the thicket screamed and collapsed.

The thought to avoid it was correct, but before their bodies could follow through, Jeok-un’s energy covered them like a wave.

Before violence that far exceeded their will, everything was useless.

Thud, thud…!

Sounds of collapse could be heard from all around.

Their hearts froze and blood solidified right where they hid, so they died on the spot before they could do anything.

The forms of the corpses that died from suffocation were extremely gruesome.

As if they had been hacked with a sword, their bodies were burst open everywhere.

The energy Jeok-un released when he stomped with his true foot – in just one strike, their weak bodies couldn’t endure it and burst open, making the corpses as hideous as if they’d been hacked with swords.

The number of lives that died instantly like this was a full ten people.

When all the comrades positioned at the front died, the assassins who barely escaped due to distance felt their hearts turn cold.

“Heh heh, don’t tell me even the assassins of the Central Plains don’t have a single proper one?”

Jeok-un openly mocked the assassins as he looked at them.

Whoosh whoosh!

Whoosh!

At that moment, all the remaining assassins kicked off the ground and rushed toward Jeok-un.

They abandoned stealth, revealed themselves, and chose a combined attack.

They belatedly realized that stealth was not beneficial but rather harmful to them.

Swish swish swish!

Their number was twenty.

Everyone except the leader Naeng Jwagi was charging in.

“How foolish. Standing still and dying would cause the least pain.”

Swoosh!

The noiseless movement characteristic of assassins.

Jeok-un quickly gauged their martial prowess as he watched the charging assassins.

‘Most are at peak transcendent level. I can see one or two at the early stages of Hwagyeong too.’

To put it simply, they were nothing special.

Swish!

Slash!

Breaking sounds echoed as daggers poured down like a torrential rain, aiming for Jeok-un’s vital points.

Jeok-un lightly deflected a dagger aimed at his nape and fell into thought.

‘Twin-handed daggers… I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere before?’

Jeok-un pondered for a moment, but there were too few clues.

Then he would need to extract more clues.

Crack!

Jeok-un lightly swung his leg, sending one assassin flying completely.

This didn’t mean he had just pushed him away.

“Argh…!”

Jeok-un’s knee strike not only shattered the opponent’s arm but also crushed his ribs.

At the same time as screaming, the life had already disappeared from the opponent’s eyes.

Crack!

Jeok-un used his other foot to blow off another assassin’s head.

Having lightly taken the lives of two assassins in an instant, Jeok-un immediately used the corpses as stepping stones and charged forward.

Then he leaped up and brought down his right foot like an axe.

Splat!

The sound of a watermelon bursting when hitting rocks rang out, and the assassin’s head actually burst open.

Naturally, the result was death once again.

This pattern repeated continuously.

At this point, even emotionally severed assassins couldn’t help but feel fear.

This wasn’t combat.

It was truly butchery and massacre.

‘I’ve definitely seen this technique before. Ah!’

And around that time, Jeok-un gained a slight realization.

He remembered where he had seen the martial arts these guys were displaying.

‘Right, it’s exactly the same as that assassin bastard that Lady Oh and Jegal Wiyeon commissioned.’

Talmyeong… what was it again?

Anyway, it was the same weapons and martial arts as that stupid assassin bastard who interfered when he borrowed Baek Woo-seon to retrieve Il-cheon and Wol-ha.

The organization that assassin belonged to was clear.

Instantly, Jeok-un’s eyes lit up.

“Then I can stomp on them even more enthusiastically.”

Jeok-un grinned wickedly.

It was truly amusing.

That father and daughter had chosen assassins with equally pathetic judgment.

Jeok-un’s cold and chilling smile.

That was effectively the last sight the assassins saw.

The reason being that Jeok-un began moving at extremely fast speed, adding acceleration upon acceleration.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

When one thinks of ‘assassins’, they typically get the impression of being soundless, quiet, and lightning-fast.

But right now, those assassins were being toyed with before Jeok-un’s speed.

Whoosh!

Swish!

When a sound that might or might not be like a whistle was heard.

Crack!

Without exception, someone’s head would explode or their waist would bend backwards.

“…!”

‘What the hell is this!’

He was being completely toyed with by speed.

Taking blind spots at a speed his eyes couldn’t follow.

Then killing from behind.

It was a familiar offensive.

Just like what they themselves.

The assassins would do.

‘On purpose…!’

They struggled desperately to survive somehow.

Thud! Thud thud!

But everything was futile.

For the first time in their lives, the assassins had to watch, experience, and die while being assassinated themselves.

“Gurgle.”

Thump.

Finally, the moment the last assassin died.

Swoosh—!

Along with the sound of cutting through air, a blade flew from Jeok-un’s blind spot.

It was a dagger that flew from the void where nothing had been just moments before.

‘Die!!’

Naeng Jwagi, who had suddenly revealed himself, was unleashing a strike like lightning.

He had thrown all his subordinates as sacrifices and aimed for the opening that came when ‘the end’ was completed.

Slash!

“-!!”

However.

Jeok-un caught the flying blade with his bare hand as if he had expected it.

Naeng Jwagi tried to immediately retrieve his sword in shock, but the captured blade wouldn’t move an inch.

“Now only you remain.”

He showed a sinister smile toward Naeng Jwagi.

* * *

‘-What the hell is this monster.’

Bewildering.

That was the first emotion Naeng Jwagi felt after facing him directly.

Martial prowess that exceeded expectations, no, was completely different—enough to send chills down his spine.

The bewilderment sent chills down his spine, and the peak was when he slaughtered his subordinates.

Yes, that’s when it started.

The moment he was certain his judgment had been wrong.

‘So I abandoned everyone without hesitation…!’

Naeng Jwagi endured to the very end, even if it meant sacrificing all his subordinates as offerings.

For one perfect surprise attack.

The strike he executed after acknowledging his mistake and considering his opponent’s martial prowess….

“Not bad. You made me use my hands.”

Was blocked effortlessly.

Without any reaction of amazement or surprise, just ‘you made me use my hands’ was the entirety of his impression?

Naeng Jwagi felt that all possibilities had been exhausted, but he couldn’t give up yet.

If he stayed still, he’d be offering his neck.

Whoosh!

He boldly abandoned the sword still caught in his opponent’s hand.

At the same time, he released his energy to blur vision and stepped back.

Clang!

The sword shattered between Jeok-un’s two fingers.

Clang!

Seeing this, Naeng Jwagi drew a new sword from his back.

But he had no intention of charging immediately.

An assassin’s strength lay in surprise attacks, not frontal confrontations.

Swish!

Using stealth techniques, Naeng Jwagi melted into the midwinter background and grassland.

At the same time, he moved carefully while calmly aiming for his opponent’s openings.

He took steps, but left no traces.

As befitting a special-grade assassin, he had reached the realm of ‘leaving no footprints even when stepping on snow.’

But Naeng Jwagi’s mind was as complicated as a snowy field dirtied with mud.

‘…Come to think of it, this guy really didn’t use his hands even once when sweeping away my subordinates, did he?’

And yet he slaughtered Salak’s assassins like chickens?

He had seen it clearly with his own eyes, but even now it was hard to believe.

Then suddenly, rumors related to Namga-il came to mind.

The absurd rumor that he had stood with both feet on the Janggang.

At the time, he had scoffed at what kind of nonsense could be so exaggerated.

‘Don’t tell me it wasn’t that he was a master of water techniques, but that his martial prowess was truly…!’

Because he had reached Hyeon-gyeong?

Then this entire situation was preposterous.

Just as ominous thoughts spread like wildfire in his mind.

Whoosh!

Namga-il’s figure, which had been right in front of him, vanished without a trace.

‘No, where?’

He was faster than when he had dealt with the subordinates earlier.

Back then, though difficult, he could somewhat follow if he focused his eyesight, but now he couldn’t perceive him at all even when he was right in front of him.

“Now waiting is getting a bit tedious.”

“!!”

At that moment, a voice came from behind.

Naeng Jwagi twisted desperately.

And saw a pure white palm covering his face.

Bloodless Dark Guest was Naeng Jwagi’s alias.

An alias given because he would eliminate targets without leaving even a drop of blood at the scene.

As could be seen from this, Naeng Jwagi was a master of swift swords, stealth techniques, and lightness skills.

He would approach without anyone noticing and kill with a sword invisible to the eye.

This was Naeng Jwagi’s signature achievement, but it was no match for Namga-il, no, Jeok-un.

“Urgh!!”

Clang clang clang!

A sharply forged dagger clashed with bare hands, yet metallic sounds rang out.

This alone showed what level his protective energy had reached.

But Jeok-un’s true value was revealed the more they exchanged moves.

‘How is he getting even faster from here?’

Even if he’s a master above me, speed is my specialty?

Naeng Jwagi gritted his teeth and kicked with his legs, but couldn’t move faster than his opponent.

Then, while unfolding footwork to escape from his opponent’s range, he realized.

‘Ah.’

His opponent hadn’t gotten faster.

He had gotten slower.

He hadn’t been hit by an attack.

Even though he was clearly deflecting his opponent’s techniques with his hidden blade.

Each time they exchanged moves, the cold energy his opponent emitted acted like poison.

‘My body… is freezing up.’

Like a warrior poisoned and panicking at his suddenly slowed hands and stiffened feet, Naeng Jwagi experienced a similar process.

“You’re slow.”

At Jeok-un’s mockery, Naeng Jwagi clenched his teeth and swung his hidden blade.

It was a strike aimed at the throat.

Getting hurt didn’t matter.

If that failed, he could change direction and target the carotid artery.

‘Before I stiffen up completely…!’

He had to settle this.

Naeng Jwagi swung his hidden blade with such desperate feelings, but.

“Much appreciated.”

His opponent, far from dodging, grabbed Naeng Jwagi’s elbow and twisted his wrist.

Crack!

He stole the hidden blade.

And with the stolen hidden blade.

Slash-!

“Aaaahhh…!”

He slashed one of Naeng Jwagi’s eyes.

The vitreous fluid that burst from the eyeball froze solid, and the same happened to the blood.

Just as the blood hardened instantly, the moment Naeng Jwagi’s face contorted in pain.

Crack!

Jeok-un stepped on Naeng Jwagi’s ankle and pushed sideways.

Though it exceeded the ankle’s range of motion, since his foot was pinned down and movement was restricted, the result was obvious.

From ankle to knee, one entire leg was completely twisted.

Now, Naeng Jwagi would never again be able to use lightness skills or footwork techniques.

“Cough…!”

Naeng Jwagi, collapsed on the ground, wiped the thinly accumulated frost from his nose and mouth.

He coughed up spit. Blood hardened like coagulated gore flowed from his mouth.

“Please, spare… spare me…”

Naeng Jwagi barely managed to twist his body.

When his foot had been released, he couldn’t tell, but thanks to his foot being freed from what felt like being nailed down, it was somewhat easier.

Naeng Jwagi staggered backward, begging for his life.

Offering the information he possessed as payment.

“I’ll hand over all information about the perimeter that Geumhwang Sangga has set up…”

“What to do about this.”

“…Wh, what!!”

However, Jeok-un casually grabbed Naeng Jwagi by the throat and lifted him up.

And slowly.

Crackle.

From the man’s skin to his blood vessels, freezing everything his hand touched, he muttered quietly.

“I have absolutely no need for it.”

And when Jeok-un relaxed his grip.

The completely frozen Naeng Jwagi fell to the ground.

Crash!

With a chilling sound, he shattered into pieces.

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