The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 121

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 121

Yeombaegwi Hwang Jin-rang, one of the leaders of the Five Clans, was a master who ranked among the top ten even considering all of Sadocheon.

“Kugh…!”

But that same Hwang Jin-rang was being pushed back with groans.

His hair was disheveled, his clothes had turned into rags, and his beloved weapon, the Ghost-Killing Twin Claws, had one broken, making it no longer worthy of the “twin” designation.

‘It should have been easily resolved if I just subdued Maeng-po…’

Yes, that had certainly been the initial plan.

Go to the South Gate and subdue only the Chief Military Strategist, Maeng-po – an easy mission.

Originally, it wouldn’t have taken even half a shichen to capture it.

He had been assigned the most troops, and his martial prowess was at the beginning of Hyeon-gyeong, incomparable to someone like Maeng-po.

…But the greatest obstacle to capturing the South Gate wasn’t Maeng-po.

Swoosh!

At that moment, a sword flew in with an eerie sound of cutting through air.

“Kup?!”

Hwang Jin-rang turned pale and bent his body sharply backward.

It was the technique of Iron Bridge that had reached a masterful level.

‘I dodged it…!’

So he was confident he had evaded his opponent’s offensive.

However.

Slash!

Kraak!

The problem was that his opponent’s sword wasn’t just one blade.

After forcing the Iron Bridge with his right sword.

He deceived the position of his left sword, carving a deep wound in his side.

A perfect sword technique that tore through his protective qi like ripping paper.

It was truly an artistic combination technique.

“Where are you looking?”

Blatant mockery reached his ears.

Hwang Jin-rang unconsciously clenched his teeth and glared ahead.

He saw his great enemy wielding twin swords – Jeok-un.

Yes, this bastard was the source of all variables.

“You, how did you…!”

Hwang Jin-rang’s voice trembled.

Anger, shame, doubt…

It was because countless emotions were mixed together haphazardly without being refined.

“Hmm…”

Jeok-un responded to Hwang Jin-rang’s question with an exaggerated yawn, as if bored.

“How utterly boring. How is it that small fry always say the same things?”

“!!”

“Shut up and just come at me already.”

Jeok-un’s martial prowess was that overwhelming.

Enough to keep someone who had reached the beginning of Hyeon-gyeong constantly on the defensive!

It was an impossible situation.

How could someone who had only recently reached Hwagyeong achieve such a level?

“Not coming? Then I have no choice.”

“?!”

Swoosh!

At that moment, Jeok-un.

No, Hwang-no disguised as Jeok-un charged in at lightning speed.

Hwang-no had no intention of going easy on his opponent.

Swish!

Hwang-no’s figure remained like an afterimage along his movement path.

The aftermath of Ghost Step being manifested.

Slash!

A fountain of blood gushed forth.

“Kraaak!”

The source of the fountain was Hwang Jin-rang’s both arms.

The arms that had been perfectly attached to his body just moments ago now rolled grotesquely on the dirt ground.

That was the end of it.

“Now, anyone who wants to become chunks of meat like him, come at me.”

At Hwang-no’s chilling words, no one dared to charge forward.

The battle at the South Gate was also finished.

* * *

“Phew, now that we’ve sealed all the pressure points, this place seems to be roughly finished.”

Chief Military Strategist Maeng-po muttered while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

All the warriors from Bucheonju’s camp who had followed Hwang Jin-rang were bound.

“It does seem finished, but just in case, please continue guarding this place, Chief Military Strategist. I’ll go check the other adjacent gates.”

“Understood. Do as you see fit.”

Leaving behind Maeng-po who was nodding, Hwang-no pondered for a moment.

Now he had to choose which gate to provide support to.

Should he guard the West Gate, which was small in scale, or the Eastern Gate?

But just then.

Boom boom!

Boom boom!

“!!”

“…!!”

Suddenly, the sound of war drums rang out loudly.

Upon hearing this, both Hwang-no and Maeng-po’s expressions hardened.

There was only one reason for these drum sounds to echo throughout all of Sadocheon.

‘One of the four gates has fallen!’

It meant that one of the four great gates protecting Maengjujeon had fallen into enemy hands.

Hwang-no quickly turned his head and surveyed the surroundings.

Following the war drums, smoke was rising from one of the four gates.

‘The Northern Gate!’

Swoosh!

Hwang-no was already running at full speed.

-Maengjujeon! Hurry to Maengjujeon…!!

Maeng-po’s belated shout echoed behind him like an echo.

Hwang-no’s expression was rigidly hardened.

‘But how could the Northern Gate…!’

Among the four gates, the one he had expected would never be breached had collapsed.

That was because the Northern Gate was where only the elite among the warriors who had joined Cheon-ju’s faction were gathered.

It was under the charge of Execution Squad Leader Hu Seong and Hucheon-wei.

Moreover, the Northern Gate should have been thoroughly fortified with all kinds of formations and Gimun formations.

‘For such a place to be breached means-‘

There could only be one reason.

Hwang-no ran with all his might.

Soon he arrived in front of Maengjujeon where Dokgo Cheon was receiving treatment.

And.

‘…!!’

What entered Hwang-no’s eyes was.

“Tsk, what use is a guard dog that arrives this late to protect the house.”

“!!”

The sight of Hu Seong, covered in blood, being held like a toy in Doyecheon’s grasp.

* * *

‘Gwanghon-gwon, Doyecheon.’

Though Doyecheon was sneering at him.

Hwang-no assessed his opponent’s strength with cold, emotionless eyes.

Sadocheon’s Bucheonju.

One of the Three Great Fist Masters of Gangho.

In his youth, he had traversed countless battlefields alongside Sadocheonju Dokgo Cheon, defeating numerous masters of both orthodox and unorthodox paths and elevating Sadocheon’s reputation.

But his prime as a warrior could be said to be right now.

Through relentless effort to chase after Dokgo Cheon.

The maturation of Hyeon-gyeong.

He had finally reached the same level that Hwang-no had attained before being defeated by Geom-ma.

‘If only my physical condition had been completely recovered….’

Hwang-no couldn’t hide his regret.

Currently, Hwang-no had recovered nearly eighty percent from his past injuries through Jeok-un’s continuous treatment.

That alone was enough to easily crush Hwang Jin-rang, who was only at the beginning stages of Hyeon-gyeong.

But the opponent before him was absolutely not someone he could handle that way.

Moreover, in this state, there was one more constraint.

‘I can’t use all of Sal-mun’s martial arts. I must fight by appropriately mixing techniques that can deceive everyone’s eyes.’

Right now, he wasn’t ‘Hwang-no’ but was disguised as Jeok-un.

Therefore, if Hwang-no used his true techniques, he would certainly draw suspicion from countless people at that moment.

Sal-mun’s martial arts were far too different from the techniques Jeok-un had used until now.

‘I cannot cause trouble for Daeju’s great undertaking.’

With so many eyes watching, if such doubts reached the ears of the Demonic Cult, it would certainly disrupt the grand plan Jeok-un had established.

All of Jeok-un’s activities where he had hidden his identity and moved in secret, including Geumhwang Sangga, would be exposed.

Then one of the swords meant to face the Demonic Cult, their common goal, would disappear.

And Hwang-no had absolutely no intention of letting that happen.

“You seem to have many worries on your mind unlike usual, Baek-ya Daeju?”

At that moment, Doyecheon twisted up the corners of his mouth and mocked Jeok-un, or rather Hwang-no.

He mistook Hwang-no’s silent assessment of his chances for being paralyzed with fear.

“What could there be to worry about? The famous Black Heaven Mad Dragon of Gangho looks like he might wet himself any moment.”

“Puhahaha!”

At Doyecheon’s mockery, the subordinates lined up behind him burst into laughter.

They wore satisfied expressions watching the silent Hwang-no.

It truly felt refreshing to the core.

“Here, this is a gift.”

Doyecheon lightly swung one arm and threw Hu Seong.

Just as the bloodied Hu Seong was about to sprawl on the ground, Hwang-no quickly caught him from the air.

Hwang-no hurriedly checked Hu Seong’s condition.

“Danzu-nim.”

Though he had lost consciousness from terrible pain, fortunately his life didn’t seem to be in danger.

Doyecheon couldn’t have killed Hu Seong from the start.

No matter how much he branded him a traitor, Hu Seong’s reputation and position within Sadocheon were not at a level that could be ignored.

If he killed Hu Seong anyway, Doyecheon would only be able to claim half of Sadocheon.

So while occupying the northern gate, he had only inflicted terrible pain like torture.

Just as Hwang-no gritted his teeth at Doyecheon’s cunning.

“The traitors seem to have luckily defended the three gates, but your struggle ends here! In just a few steps, everything will be over!”

Doyecheon raised his voice.

Doyecheon took in the sight of Maengjujeon with his eyes.

His gaze fixed on Maengjujeon gleamed with thick greed and killing intent.

What would happen if Doyecheon entered Maengjujeon was as clear as fire.

Hwang-no absolutely could not allow it.

“If you take even one more step from there, I’ll immediately cut off your head.”

Hwang-no blocked Doyecheon’s path and drew up his energy.

Swoosh!

Not the twin daggers that made Hwang-no known as the world’s greatest assassin, but crude imitations of Jeok-un’s Il-cheon and Wol-ha – two long swords emanated sharp blue energy.

However, seeing this, Doyecheon instead smiled coldly.

Unlike before, feeling no particular specialness from Jeok-un’s divine weapons, he thought his mind and body were shaken by the desperate current situation.

“Even in this situation, you still trust in the power of those worthless divine weapons and act arrogant. How truly laughable.”

Crash!

As his words ended, an explosive sound rang out.

It was the sound created as Doyecheon kicked off the ground and charged forward.

His momentum was like a beast of prey rushing to tear apart its quarry.

[Look forward to it. I’ll make you cry and beg to be killed instead.]

Doyecheon sent a mental transmission to Hwang-no while radiating thick killing intent.

Swoosh!

Hwang-no also charged at Doyecheon, staking his very life.

Who among the living has never faced death?

If one places value in death.

Let it be placed in spreading righteous will at this moment.

‘Until Daeju-nim arrives, I’ll buy time somehow!’

Even if it meant using up all his innate true energy.

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