The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 114

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 114

‘Damn it. Why did father assign me to something like the West Gate?’

Dojuman grumbled inwardly.

His expression was full of dissatisfaction.

He didn’t seem to have any intention of hiding his inner thoughts.

No, in fact, there was no need to hide them.

There was no one around Dojuman who ranked higher than him.

Surprisingly, it was Dojuman who had been selected as the person responsible for the West Gate siege.

It was an incomprehensible personnel decision.

Although he had recently achieved the feat of winning over Go Bok-gil, the owner of Geumhae Trading Company, that was absolutely not enough to warrant being put in charge of this place.

One might think that even someone as iron-hearted as Doyecheon couldn’t abandon nepotism, but.

‘Tch, the West Gate side is just a place with good appearances. There’s no substance to it at all.’

The reality was completely different.

The West Gate was a place with very thorough defenses, unlike the other three gates.

It was an iron-walled place where even ghosts would have difficulty entering and leaving once the mechanisms and formations were activated.

In the past, because of the shameful history when the previous Sintu had broken through the West Gate and invaded Maengjujeon, it was the most heavily guarded place.

In other words, it was an impregnable fortress, and Dojuman was like a discarded card who had to challenge such a place.

“Daeju-nim. A signal has come from the main force. You must sortie now.”

“Tsk, I know! Don’t rush me!”

“…Yes.”

The Budaeju of Gwanghon Dae managed his expression with effort and withdrew.

A warrior with graying temples had been treated rudely and looked down upon by a young man with jet-black hair, so his insides couldn’t help but churn.

‘Damn it, all they gave me were Gwanghon Dae and Guimong Dae, not even warriors from the Five Clans.’

Dojuman clicked his tongue and stepped forward.

Though he said that, his steps were confident with Gwanghon Dae and Guimong Dae behind him.

His appearance was incomparably arrogant, as if the power of the two combat units had become his own.

Creak…!

The sound of bowstrings being drawn rang out quietly.

Warriors lined up on the wall were aiming, but Dojuman seemed completely unconcerned.

‘What could those guys possibly do?’

Would they dare shower this body, the son of Bucheonju, with arrows?

Well, or could they perhaps land an unexpected strike?

‘Hmph, absolutely not.’

Based on such confidence, Dojuman looked at the West Gate and raised his chin high.

“I am Dojuman, the legitimate son of Bucheonju and Gwanghon Daeju of the Ten Heavenly Commanders!”

He put strength into his abdomen and infused his voice with internal energy.

Though about a month had passed since he was dismissed from the position of Gwanghon Daeju, he shamelessly declared it.

“You traitorous bastards who follow Hu Seong, listen carefully to my words!”

His resounding voice immediately began echoing beyond the West Gate.

At the moment when everyone’s attention was focused, what Dojuman said was.

“I’ll give you one last chance! Open the gate immediately and surrender! If you don’t, I will judge all who resist as traitors and slaughter them without exception!!”

He was branding the opponents as traitors and threatening them.

The point was obvious.

It must be to shake the enemy before battle.

“Would that even work?”

“When things have come this far, what’s the point of surrendering now…”

Members of Gwanghon Dae and Guimong Dae whispered behind him.

They were clicking their tongues, wondering if such a petty trick would work, when.

“Do hyeong!!”

“!?”

Swoosh!

With a sudden shout, someone fell from the West Gate wall.

‘…The Geumhae Trading Company owner?’

The identity of the person who fell in a parabolic arc was surprisingly Go Bok-gil.

Confirming the man’s face, Dojuman smiled brightly all over his face.

‘He’s deserting!’

It was clear without even looking.

Jeok-un had forcibly made Go Bok-gil belong to Baekya Unit.

This crazy bastard had threatened the owner of Geumhae Trading Company and thrown him into a life-or-death situation as a mere member, even ordering him to defend.

It wasn’t someone with just a penny or two, but a wealthy man worth thousands of gold pieces being used as a sacrificial stone.

‘Tsk tsk, stupid fool!’

Given what he had said earlier, if he rescued Go Bok-gil here, his own position would become more solid.

Wasn’t he the very person who had established connections with Geumhae Trading Company?

‘I should save that guy here and make him my ally.’

As Dojuman was thinking this, another person jumped over the wall.

It was Jang Bo-heom.

“You bastard!! How dare you pull such nonsense!”

“Aaaah!! Cover me, Do hyeong!!”

A stupid fool who betrayed his father Doyecheon and went to find a place to die!

“You bastard, Jang Bo-heom!”

“Aaaah! P-please spare me…! Do hyeong!”

Even though Dojuman burst out in anger, Jang Bo-heom completely ignored him and rushed forward with the momentum to kill Go Bok-gil immediately.

“I’m coming now!”

“D-Daeju-nim!”

When Go Bok-gil cried out urgently, Dojuman moved hastily.

It happened so quickly that the Budaeju of Gwanghon Dae standing right behind him had no chance to stop it.

Whoosh!

Dojuman was able to reach near Go Bok-gil by a hair’s breadth and focused all his attention on Jang Bo-heom.

“Thank you! I’m alive thanks to Do hyeong!”

“Don’t mention it! Quickly hide behind me-?”

Just as he was about to say “hide.”

Thwack!

‘Gack-!?’

Along with a sound cutting through the air, a fist was driven into Dojuman’s dantian.

Like a fresh shrimp flopping around, Dojuman’s waist folded in half.

It was such a powerful strike to a vital point.

Moreover, since it hit his dantian, Dojuman trembled violently and foamed at the mouth.

“Guh, gugh! …You bastard?”

“This actually worked?”

Go Bok-gil, who had properly landed an unexpected blow, could only make a bewildered expression.

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“Now, if you move even one step, this guy dies. You all know best that I don’t go back on my word, right?”

Jang Bo-heom said with a playful smile.

The members of Guimong Dae, his former subordinates who received that smile, didn’t know what to do.

Gwanghon Dae was also just flinching as if electrocuted.

All of this was because.

“Grrr. You bastard… How dare you.”

Dojuman had been subdued so pathetically.

Go Bok-gil stood with one foot trampling on Dojuman, who was lying face down on the ground with his belly flat like a frog hit by a stone.

“Brother Do, don’t resent me. They say the world is like a hall of mirrors, so it’s not the deceiver who’s bad, but the deceived who’s foolish, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Kkeuk, you damn, damn bastard…!”

Dojuman raised his voice, but there was nothing he could do.

Having been struck in the dantian, his qi and blood were tangled.

Naturally, to prevent Dojuman from recovering, qi was gathered at the tip of his foot.

If he tried anything, his spine would be shattered immediately, so neither the Guimong Unit members nor the Gwanghon Unit members dared to step forward.

‘Damn, if only that idiot wasn’t Bucheonju’s son!’

Suddenly, Bucheonju’s son had become a hostage.

In this situation, if they moved rashly and something serious happened to Dojuman?

Would that cruel Doyecheon really cover things up without holding anyone responsible?

‘…That’s impossible.’

They would have to bear that responsibility.

The moment this thought was shared, everyone reached the same conclusion.

‘Damn! That stupid fool is really ruining everything!’

Even the Budaeju of the Gwanghon Unit had to swallow a sigh in this dismal situation.

‘I, I’m being humiliated by this mere bastard…!!’

Dojuman, the actual cause of this mess, writhed in shame.

His mind boiled with rage, and thoughts of immediately repaying this humiliation consumed his brain.

‘I’ll kill him…!’

Dojuman, having lost his reason to anger, ended up touching qi he shouldn’t have touched.

“Graaaah!!”

“Hiiek!”

Kwarung!

With an explosive sound, Dojuman’s qi burst out in all directions.

Before he could do anything, Go Bok-gil was pushed back by the recoiling force and let out a shrill scream.

“That, that crazy bastard…!”

Jang Bo-heom, who witnessed the situation, widened his eyes in disbelief.

“Damn, I didn’t know he could draw upon his innate true qi.”

“In, innate true qi?”

Innate true qi .

As the name suggests, it was qi like one’s inborn life force.

Using even a little would shorten one’s lifespan, and once used, it could never be recovered.

However, as great as the backlash was, its power far exceeded ordinary qi.

But the moment one touched innate true qi, their future as a warrior was essentially over.

Jang Bo-heom had judged that even if taken hostage, Dojuman would absolutely never use it.

“Uaaaah!! Go Bok-giiil!! I’ll kill you!!!”

“Everyone protect the Daeju!!”

But Dojuman was charging at Go Bok-gil like a dog with rabies.

The Gwanghon Unit and Guimong Unit, freed from the shackles of having a hostage, also rushed at the two men.

“Damn! Agent Go, somehow try to buy time until our allies arrive! I’ll block those bastards!”

“Me, alone?”

“Hurry!!”

Go Bok-gil pointed at himself with an expression that said this was ridiculous, but Jang Bo-heom was already charging toward the Gwanghon Unit and Guimong Unit.

The forces at the West Gate, having confirmed the disturbance, were belatedly opening the gates and rushing out, but they were far too distant.

“Uaah! Damn it!!”

Go Bok-gil spat out curses and stood in Dojuman’s way.

Eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Fresh blood flowing from his lips.

With an appearance ghastly just to look at, Dojuman charged at Go Bok-gil.

“Die!!”

“Gasp!”

Was this how a Marin afflicted with qi deviation would be?

Dojuman, his mind half-mad like a lunatic, threw a punch at Go Bok-gil.

Go Bok-gil, concentrating his mind to the extreme, crossed both arms to block Dojuman’s punch.

Peoeoong!

‘Kuk!’

A fierce explosive sound rang out and searing pain shot from both arms up to his shoulders.

That wasn’t all.

Go Bok-gil was pushed back like a human plow, digging into the ground as he was dragged backward.

‘This is just one punch?!’

Dojuman’s power, having even unleashed his innate true qi, was truly tremendous.

Their accumulated internal energy was incomparable.

It was natural.

Dojuman had eaten elixirs like meals since childhood, while Go Bok-gil had only just entered the world of martial arts, so to speak.

First-rate mastery.

That was Go Bok-gil’s current achievement.

Considering his past when he had only learned basic techniques, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it tremendous progress.

But his opponent was at peak mastery.

Anyone could see that Dojuman would have the advantage, and hearing that he had even unleashed his innate true qi, they would be certain Go Bok-gil was dead – such was the disadvantage.

‘But it’s not like there’s no way!’

However, Go Bok-gil didn’t give up.

Pabababbat-!

Go Bok-gil blocked Dojuman’s punches, then gradually began to deflect them.

At the point where power exploded, or about an inch or two before that.

He moved the impact point himself.

Pung!

‘It works!’

By positioning his body before the strike could land properly, the power was incomparably reduced.

It was natural.

If the impact point was immature, an immature attack would result.

And to that degree, he could somehow endure and hold out.

-You fool more stupid than a donkey. If internal energy were everything in martial arts, wouldn’t the greatest warrior under heaven have emerged from the Sang-ga.

Though Dojuman’s internal energy was overwhelming, recalling his damn master’s teachings helped him endure.

‘Remember, I need to remember more! That damn old man’s words!!’

Recently, Go Bok-gil had been nothing more than a toy in the experiments of Hwamul, the master of fist-first-needle-later.

-My word, what utterly pathetic lack of talent.

The first words spoken by the damn old man who had taken charge of Go Bok-gil’s training.

-You don’t have the talent to instinctively read combat techniques like me.

-Well, that’s perfect! Then I’ll be heading back now…

-Sit.

-Yes.

-But that doesn’t mean you have no strengths.

Hwamul had pointed out Go Bok-gil’s unique strengths that even Go Bok-gil himself didn’t know.

Swish!

At that moment, Hwamul’s fist came charging.

‘No!’

No, it wasn’t Hwamul.

It was Dojuman’s.

It was slow.

Compared to Hwamul’s fist, it was the difference between a hawk and a chick.

-You have an exceptional mind, so just memorize it.

-What?

-Memorize the whole thing! You damn fool!

-Agh!

Go Bok-gil recalled Hwamul’s fist and desperately twisted his body.

Whoosh!

Finally, he was able to deflect the punch perfectly.

“…!”

Dojuman’s eyes widened in shock.

‘I can see it-!’

I can see the fist.

If I can see it, I can dodge it.

Gaining confidence, Go Bok-gil twisted his body once more.

Whoosh!

He accurately dodged Dojuman’s punch.

Whooom-!

At that moment, Go Bok-gil’s world sank into complete silence.

Simultaneously, Hwamul’s voice came to mind.

-Remember this.

Hwamul’s voice, or rather his teaching, rose as clearly as if it were yesterday.

-I’ll pound countless fighting forms into your brain.

The direction, strength, and aftermath of punches.

In other words, learn the forms of martial arts by taking them with your body.

-Haha, what kind of nonsense is that.

-No questions asked.

-What?

From that day on, every day was new for Go Bok-gil.

Every day he got beaten with new forms.

He had to endure punches invisible to the eye.

Bone-chilling pain assaulted his entire body.

I want to give up.

I want to run away right now.

Each time, the desire to be comfortable welled up.

The next day, and the day after that.

Go Bok-gil gritted his teeth and sought out Hwamul.

Just like right now.

Because he wanted to protect his comrade behind him…! 

‘Now I’m done just dodging!’

Before long, the moment when reinforcements had arrived within ten steps.

Whoosh!

Go Bok-gil deflected Dojuman’s punch once more and stepped forward.

His body shot out like an arrow, and his powerful energy grew like Mount Tai.

Yes, Dojuman’s energy is formidable.

But his attacks have too many openings compared to Hwamul’s.

-Listen well, you pathetic colt with meager talent! A fist warrior’s battle is this.

One teaching learned from being pummeled by thousands, no, tens of thousands of punches thrown by Hwamul.

-It’s always about one strike!

Graaah!

Go Bok-gil threw a straight punch at the shortest distance.

Swoooosh!

All the tiny energy he had accumulated was released at a single point.

Underworld King Fist

First Form

Initial Strike

Kwaaaaang!

Dust scattered with an explosive sound.

Dojuman and Go Bok-gil.

The two men’s energies collided and exploded.

And the cause was precisely.

“Grrrr….”

The fist embedded in Dojuman’s dantian.

It was because of Go Bok-gil’s fist.

Thud…!

With the sound of a sack falling, Dojuman collapsed.

His eyes rolled back, and bloody foam trickled from his mouth.

Anyone could see it was a severe injury from which he couldn’t recover.

Swoooosh.

In the quietly settled silence.

“I, I won.”

Go Bok-gil’s words slipped out.

At the same time, the movements of Gwanghon Dae and Guimong Dae stopped as if nailed in place.

Maengjujeon West Gate.

Defense complete.

* * *

“Finally arrived.”

Jeok-un muttered briefly as he reached the main gate of the manor.

Behind him lay countless corpses and body parts scattered about.

“Ugh.”

Then, a groan flowed from Jeok-un’s shoulder.

Eon Igyeom was slung over Jeok-un’s shoulder like baggage, struggling weakly.

“Tsk tsk, you’re too weak, even for a weakling.”

Jeok-un looked at Eon Igyeom with pitying eyes.

But it couldn’t be helped.

Eon Igyeom had controlled far more jiangshi than his current abilities could handle.

Jeok-un gently set Eon Igyeom down beside him.

“Uh, benefactor…?”

“Your role is done, so hide somewhere over there and rest slowly, then come in when you’ve recovered.”

“What? You’re going into that eerie place alone?”

“Of course.”

He had brought Eon Igyeom in the first place because he didn’t want to waste time on pointless wars of attrition like the previous horde of jiangshi.

And now that everything was resolved.

“Now it’s my turn to have some fun.”

As soon as Jeok-un finished speaking, shouts came from inside.

“Fire-!”

Swoooosh!

Under the rain of arrows pouring down like a torrential downpour.

Now, let’s enjoy this!

Jeok-un charged straight into the interior of the manor.

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