The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 122

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 122

Doyecheon’s face was filled with ecstasy.

How could he not be delighted?

The great undertaking he had desired his entire life was now within reach.

The peak of Sadocheon.

The glorious throne that everyone dreamed of and yearned for.

That throne was now returning to its rightful owner.

‘But.’

At the same time, Doyecheon had to acknowledge another emotion rising from within.

‘Hehe, right now this brings me even more joy.’

Doyecheon looked at his opponent standing right before him.

“Baek-ya Daeju, what a pathetic state you’re in. Hmm?”

Doyecheon spoke with a sneer.

It was blatant mockery.

It was also the confidence of one who had already seized victory.

“Where did that bold confidence go? That arrogance when you dared bare your fangs at me.”

Jeok-un, or rather Hwang-no disguised as Jeok-un, silently spat out bloody saliva.

Whether it was saliva or blood, he couldn’t tell.

No, perhaps pieces of his organs were mixed in.

Hwang-no’s martial robes had become rags, unusable even as cleaning cloths, and were soaked with blood everywhere.

Even his face was a mess, but his eyes remained as alive as they had been at the start.

He absolutely could not surrender.

“Tsk, how foolish.”

Doyecheon smiled brightly across his entire face.

Though it was a scene of his own making, the more he looked, the more enjoyable it became.

For several hours, long if you considered them long, short if you considered them short.

Doyecheon had slowly and carefully engaged with Jeok-un.

It wasn’t because he found him difficult to handle.

Rather, it was closer to worrying that he might die too quickly.

‘I can’t let this insect die easily.’

In Doyecheon’s mind, memories of the atrocities Jeok-un had committed over time surfaced.

How he had suddenly appeared to disrupt and ruin his grand plans, and how he had dared to disturb his nerves.

How much damage had he suffered because of Jeok-un, and how many predicaments had he faced?

Each time, he had vowed to crush him like an insect.

The fruit of that vow was now within reach.

Jeok-un was now like a flying insect with torn wings.

He had become a target that could be killed at any moment.

‘It seems he can draw out power at the level of early Hyeon-gyeong by borrowing the power of Sinmul. But does he really think such shoddy power would work against me?’

He was merely toying with him.

‘Struggle more. Even more…’

Though Doyecheon was filled with endless joy and satisfaction, rising with ecstasy.

He managed his expression until the very end.

“That foolishness has hastened your death. How tragic that Sapa’s sacred one cannot enjoy a natural lifespan.”

Shing!

As soon as Doyecheon finished speaking, a metallic sound rang out as twin swords rose.

Hwang-no had taken a ready stance again with his trembling arms.

His rough breathing seemed like he might collapse at any moment.

Doyecheon couldn’t help but feel even more delighted.

“Yes, if you’re so eager to hasten death… I should properly respect that will.”

Whoosh!

Doyecheon charged at Hwang-no and swung his right fist.

Tremendous energy began at his shoulder and wrapped around his upper arm, and by the time it passed his elbow and reached his forearm.

It had completely taken form as strong energy.

“Gwanghon Ten Death Flow…!”

Someone among the spectators shouted.

Gwanghon Ten Death Flow was Doyecheon’s unique martial art that earned him the name Gwanghon-gwon, named so because the piercing sound that struck the eardrums sounded like wailing souls.

In Sapa circles, there were even discussions about whether Gwanghon Ten Death Flow was so cruel it should be classified as demonic arts, and this supreme technique was now flying toward Hwang-no.

‘…Right side!’

Hwang-no barely found the flow of the fist strike within his blurred vision caused by bleeding and blood stains.

Crash–!!

The moment the iron sword and fist collided within that flow, several people groaned.

“Cough!”

“Ugh…”

This was because it wasn’t simply a clash between bare fist and iron sword.

The essence was the collision of strong energy against strong energy.

Several with weak internal power were caught up in the tremendous collision of strong energies.

Drip drip drip…!

‘Internal injuries… have they gotten worse?’

Hwang-no, who faced Doyecheon directly on the front line, inevitably suffered greater impact.

Though he somehow managed to block it, the gap in power remained.

Due to the constraint of not being able to use his full strength, damage continued to accumulate and compound.

At this point, it wasn’t a battle but a hunt.

It was merely the sight of a predator cornering its prey, tormenting and toying with it.

At this sight, the warriors of the Cheon-ju Faction felt anger and sympathy.

Anger at Doyecheon’s behavior of crushing his opponent’s pride.

Pity for Jeok-un who stood against it.

“Ah.”

“Baek-ya Daeju…”

“Already several hours of this…”

Enough time had passed since the fight began that the sun had crossed its zenith and was now declining.

Therefore, those who had been guarding the other three gates had also gradually joined at the northern gate.

They couldn’t help but feel pity at the sight of Jeok-un standing alone guarding the front of Maengjujeon.

However, there was one person.

‘Uncle…’

Hae-yeon was different.

Because Hae-yeon knew that the essence of Jeok-un standing there was Hwang-no.

She was the only one here worrying about Hwang-no.

She wanted to rush in immediately if she could.

But she couldn’t do that.

With her current level of skill, rather than helping Hwang-no, she would obviously become a source of trouble.

Drip.

Blood droplets flowed from her fist, clenched so tightly that her nails dug in.

However, such reactions weren’t occurring only in the Cheon-ju Faction.

‘Bucheonju doesn’t really need to go this far…’

‘Though he caused harm to Bucheonju, the Black Heaven Mad Dragon is also a hero who achieved much in Sadocheon…’

‘Isn’t this just torture?’

Since they were deceived by Hu Seong and acting as his pawns, it was right to subdue them.

But they didn’t want to see Sadocheon’s hero tormented like tearing off a butterfly’s wings.

Until recently, Jeok-un had been a hero who achieved great things against the Martial Arts Alliance and Heukpaesong.

Everyone exalted his name and never hesitated to praise him.

Even among the warriors of the Bucheonju Camp, some began to frown at the horrific scene unfolding now.

Thud…!

At that moment, Hwang-no collapsed.

He hadn’t completely fallen.

“Huff, huff.”

He knelt on one knee, breathing heavily.

His vision spun as if the world was turning upside down.

His entire body felt like it would shatter.

Would it feel like this if all the Eight Extraordinary Meridians were torn apart?

The pain rising from within was so intense that cuts on his skin no longer hurt.

As the bleeding worsened, he even heard hallucinations in his ears telling him to just collapse and take peaceful rest.

But…

“Grgh!”

Hwang-no used his sword as a staff and stood up once more.

Though his arms and legs trembled like a newborn lamb.

He stubbornly rose, relying on his sword.

“Ho, impressive. It seems you built your reputation because of such outstanding endurance.”

Doyecheon’s mocking laughter could be heard.

Amid that faintly heard laughter, Hwang-no raised his blood-soaked arm.

Though it trembled and was covered in blood.

He precisely aimed his two swords at Doyecheon.

‘I must endure. I must hold out.’

For his benefactor.

Because he had to repay the grace of someone who showed him a purpose to live when he was in despair.

And even provided him with a new path.

“…Come.”

When Hwang-no growled.

From both the Cheon-ju Faction and Bucheonju Camp.

Without exception, exclamations burst out from the surroundings.

Was this how Zhang Fei of Yan was in the old days?

In their eyes, the image of Jeok-un blocking Maengjujeon alone, determined never to retreat even unto death.

Overlapped with the story of Zhang Yide who displayed his spirit against Cao Cao’s army at Changban Bridge a thousand years ago.

Everyone couldn’t hide their stirred emotions.

“Hmph…”

Doyecheon, who belatedly noticed this situation, furrowed his brow.

He didn’t like how things were turning out.

“Let’s settle this now.”

Swoosh!

Doyecheon, finally resolved to end this chaos, clenched his fist tightly once more.

Storm-like energy overflowed from his entire body.

Then Doyecheon sent a telepathic message to Hwang-no.

[It’s almost time for Dokgo Cheon to meet his end.]

Your loyalty is all meaningless.

It was a telepathic message telling him to despair to his heart’s content.

Because the moment when the poison sorcery, the Art of Inauspicious Death, would reach its peak was now imminent.

“It’s over, Jegal Paeryong!”

Crash!

Not Gwangryong but Paeryong.

Calling him by a nickname meant to mock Jeok-un to the end, Doyecheon rushed in like lightning.

‘I entrust the rest to you, Daeju…!’

Seeing this, Hwang-no also made his resolution.

Would Daemal’s Sandfield be like this?

All the energy in his body had dried up completely.

Now there was only one way to face Doyecheon.

To use his innate true qi, the source of life.

Sacrificing his life wasn’t just a figure of speech.

This was entirely Hwang-no’s sincere intention.

Swoosh!

The moment his innate true qi was about to be released following that will.

[That’s enough.]

“…!!”

A voice reached Hwang-no’s ears.

It was such a welcome, long-awaited voice.

Whoosh!

But at that moment, Doyecheon had already reached one step before Hwang-no.

“I’ll kill you!”

Crack!

Doyecheon’s full-powered punch shot out like a cannon.

Crash!

Boom!

With a sound like a drum bursting, Hwang-no flew like a kite with its string cut and crashed behind.

Crash!

With a tremendous explosion, the wooden gate of Maengjujeon shattered.

A path into Maengjujeon opened as Hwang-no broke through the door.

At that moment, the eyes of everyone who had been watching the battle with bated breath changed completely.

“Protect Cheon-ju!”

“Guard Baek-ya Daeju! Quickly!”

“What are you all doing!”

“Check on Cheon-ju’s safety!!”

Warriors from both camps rushed forward simultaneously.

Loud and hurried footstep sounds.

Battle cries from those trying to block and those trying to break through.

If it were Doyecheon who had been eagerly waiting for this moment, he should have been at the very front.

But right now, at this moment, Doyecheon’s expression was somehow strange.

Even though he had defeated Jeok-un whom he wanted to crush.

‘…Smiling?’

The emotion on his face was not joy but doubt.

Because of what he had seen just before.

Right before flying away from his strike.

Because Jeok-un had smiled an inexplicable smile.

And it was a sneer, with only one corner of his mouth blatantly twisted up.

‘No, everything is over now-.’

Doyecheon shook off his thoughts.

There are no variables here.

Everything was finished, and now it was time to reap the fruits.

The moment Doyecheon thought this and took a step.

Thud-!

A heavy footstep sound echoed.

This wasn’t just an ordinary footstep.

Swooooosh!

Kwaaaaaa!

It was a shout filled with inner power, crying out on its own.

No one in the assembly could make a sound.

“!!”

“…!!”

Nor could they move their bodies to make any presence known.

Naturally so.

The shadow of Maengjujeon.

Everyone was overwhelmed by the aura spreading from within it.

Would it be like this if time stopped?

Right now, when everyone found it difficult even to breathe.

How could it not be so?

“How noisy.”

The master of Sadocheon.

Lion Emperor, Dokgo Cheon revealed his complete form.

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