The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 34

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 34

Jeok-un slowly stepped into the Jangwon.

An old Jangwon that seemed to bear the traces of time, not even properly maintained.

“Huh? There’s no one inside either?”

This was definitely strange.

No matter how much the Baekya Unit was looked down upon as an Oecheon Unit, there should at least be minimal discipline.

‘What’s going on?’

Jeok-un entered deeper into the Jangwon while recalling the history of the Baekya Unit.

If you interpret the name Baekya Unit, it means ‘White Night.’

As this name suggests, the Baekya Unit was a place that protected the common people who did night business in Changsha.

The Giru, inns, and common people who spread their wares on street corners were under the Baekya Unit’s jurisdiction, and the Baekya Unit served as their reliable shield and support.

Yes, it ‘had’ served.

‘Everything changed when Yachu, Jidong Tak appeared.’

The reason for the past tense was precisely because of Yachu.

As he seized control of Changsha’s night streets, the situation completely changed.

After tearing the Baekya Unit apart, he forcibly assigned the talented members to three Oecheon Units, including the Black Spirit Division that he had secretly taken control of through Bucheonju’s influence.

Then the Baekya Unit fell to the state of grape skin with all the flesh scooped out, becoming the weakest among the already avoided Oecheon Units.

It was the tragic downfall of the white night that once illuminated Changsha.

Clang-!

“Ah.”

“Let’s go.”

“Yes, yes!”

Just then, the sound of swords came from afar, and naturally Jeok-un and Go Bok-gil’s steps headed toward where the sword sounds came from.

Thud, thud-.

They didn’t particularly muffle their footsteps or hide their presence, but.

“Oh my, what to do about that!”

“At this rate, she’ll die, she’ll die!”

“We need to stop this somehow, Elder Hwang!”

The young member who looked ready to burst into tears.

The restless female member.

The limping member with gray hair.

None of the Baekya Unit noticed Jeok-un and Go Bok-gil’s approach.

And for good reason, as an incomparably brutal blood battle was taking place in the middle of the Yeonmu-jang.

“Is this all you’ve got!”

“This is what happens when you act cocky with pathetic skills!”

Shouts full of rage and mockery echoed thunderously through the Yeonmu-jang.

“…!”

Jeok-un’s expression hardened stiffly upon seeing the Yeonmu-jang.

Hyeol-hu, Hae-yeon.

His subordinate who died first for his sake, and his sworn younger sister.

Under the pretext of ‘sparring,’ she was being brutally tormented and viciously mocked.

Go Bok-gil standing beside Jeok-un also had a shocked expression.

‘No, what is that…?’

It was certainly sparring in form, but it wasn’t sparring.

That wasn’t sparring but torture.

And torture conducted in front of everyone.

“Huff, huff.”

A woman covered in blood, in a completely battered state.

Go Bok-gil didn’t know who the woman was, but he immediately understood how this situation had come about and how it was proceeding.

‘That’s the infamous Yachu-style death warrant…’

Originally, the definition of a death warrant was to chase down and kill a fugitive.

But Yachu’s death warrant was different.

He would forcibly enlist or transfer women he had marked and torment them until death.

Then even the most strong-willed person would eventually break.

If they refused to yield to the end, true to the name death warrant, he would actually kill them.

That’s why it was called a death warrant.

Because if you don’t yield, you’ll die.

‘This time that woman has been marked.’

Go Bok-gil felt pity in his heart.

Could she be barely nineteen or twenty years old?

At an age when seeing only the good things in the world wouldn’t be enough.

She was completely exposed to the world’s malice.

Yet even so, the woman was gritting her teeth and enduring.

She had bled so much that the original color of her martial uniform was unrecognizable.

Even now, drops of blood were dripping from beneath her sword.

But she never surrendered.

Swish!

Standing on both feet until the end, she raised her sword in resistance.

With her utmost effort, she was fighting against the malice.

But still, the difference in their levels was insurmountable.

“Daeju, I’ll quickly announce that you’ve arrived…!”

Go Bok-gil was about to say he would announce Jeok-un’s arrival when he shut his mouth tight.

Because he saw Jeok-un’s expression.

‘Ah, aah.’

That expression like an evil spirit that wouldn’t be strange if he tore someone apart right now.

Go Bok-gil had already seen Jeok-un make such an expression once before.

‘When he beat Noh Hwang-gu to death…!’

Tremble!

Go Bok-gil trembled without realizing it.

* * *

Wudun was displeased with the current situation.

No, it wasn’t just displeasure.

He was disgusted to the point of revulsion.

‘How dare this bitch…’

Wudun looked at his opponent before him.

The woman Hae-yeon, who was staggering to her feet despite being in a completely battered state.

With swordsmanship that had barely reached first-rate level, she showed the spirit of never surrendering.

“Ha.”

But to Wudun, it was simply absurd.

A mere plaything of Yachu daring to play hero in front of Wudun, the Jeok-chu Sword and deputy commander of the Great Black Spirit Division.

“I heard you were smart. But you’re just full of useless stubbornness. Do you think insisting like that will work?”

“…”

“I’m at the pinnacle, the pinnacle. I don’t know how you barely reached first-rate, but with just that level of power, you can never stand against me.”

Swish!

But no matter what Wudun babbled, Hae-yeon’s attitude didn’t change.

Her sword was aimed precisely at Wudun.

Due to blood loss and injuries, there was some trembling, but the direction was not wrong.

Seeing this, Wudun frowned and said.

“Just go to Seungwan-ru right now and kneel before Yachu to beg for forgiveness. What a sight, stubbornly showing such pointless bravado for a whole year.”

Seungwan-ru was the residence where Yachu lived.

And all the women who went there became Yachu’s possessions, never able to escape again.

“….”

Hae-yeon remained silent.

‘This damn bitch is ignoring me?’

Wudun’s anger built up layer by layer.

He wanted to kill her right away, but since he had Yachu’s orders, Wudun suppressed his rage and spoke again.

“Go and receive Yachu’s favor and live happily…”

“What fucking bullshit are you spouting.”

“…?”

That response was an intense curse word.

…What?

Wudun momentarily thought his ears were playing tricks on him.

If not, there was no way such ridiculous profanity would come back at him.

While Wudun was blinking in shock, Hae-yeon spat out abusive words.

“Go to that disgusting pig bastard who looks like a reincarnated Jeo-pal-gye? I’d rather die first.”

“How dare this bitch-!”

“Does even a dog following a pig have loyalty? Look at you having a fit.”

“You, you?!”

When Wudun burst into anger, Hae-yeon sneered and spat bloody saliva.

“Aren’t you ashamed to be born a man? A deputy commander of the Oecheon Unit running over to torment a single woman.”

“This, this-!?”

Is it true that when anger exceeds the critical point, words don’t come out?

He’d heard that saying before, and Wudun thought it was nonsense.

But seeing it now, it was true.

He was so furious he felt like exploding, his mouth was completely blocked.

But whether Wudun exploded with rage or not, Hae-yeon’s sharp tongue knew no bounds.

“If you know shame, donate those two balls hanging below to a castrated bull.”

Snap!

At that moment, Wudun heard something break in his head.

Probably the sound of his patience snapping.

Wudun no longer tried to hold onto his wavering reason.

He surrendered his entire body to burning rage.

“Fucking bitch! I’ll crush you properly!”

Swoosh!

Wudun spoke coldly and charged at Hae-yeon.

Slash!

Wudun closed the distance in one step and swung his sword aiming for a vital point.

Clang!

Their swords crossed.

The two people’s swords seemed to stick together then separate, and when they separated they stuck together again, intertwining.

‘Such trashy martial arts that rotted in Baekya Division’s garbage storage!’

It was crude martial arts and swordsmanship at best.

It was absolutely no match for himself who had reached the peak.

Wudun thought this and charged in without hesitation.

Clang clang clang!

In less than one breath, their swords clashed more than three or four times.

With the overwhelming difference in strength, Wudun seized the advantage.

Slash!

‘It’s over!’

The moment Wudun caught Hae-yeon’s opening and thrust his sword to exploit her weakness.

Whoosh!

“-!!”

Hae-yeon’s momentum completely changed.

Swoosh!

Slash!

As if the opening she showed earlier was a trap.

Hae-yeon rode against Wudun’s offensive and penetrated deeply, deeply.

Like a salmon swimming upstream against the river, she accepted all the danger and extended her sword.

‘What, what kind of attack…!?’

Wudun was shocked.

Wasn’t she afraid of death?

It was such a dangerous sword technique that one small mistake would immediately cost her life.

Wudun had encountered those who attacked like this before.

‘Assassins…!’

That’s right. Assassins’ swords were like this.

Those who persistently aimed without caring about death or injury.

Like such an assassin, Hae-yeon tenaciously went against Wudun’s offensive.

And finally reached the end point.

The target was Gokji Hole.

“-!”

An acupoint near the elbow area, where muscles and tendons converge – a vital point.

In other words, it could disable his sword arm in one strike.

Wudun’s chest turned cold at this unexpected danger.

Scrape!

“Kugh!”

“…!”

Unfortunately, at the last moment Hae-yeon’s sword tip wavered and merely grazed past Gokji Hole.

‘Thank, thank goodness.’

It was unfortunate misfortune for Hae-yeon, and heavenly luck and fortune for Wudun.

No, in a way it was a natural result.

Hae-yeon had been tormented by Wudun’s sword for hours and had lost too much blood.

The fact that she had led the situation this far while exhausted showed that Hae-yeon’s strategy and cunning were extraordinary.

Crack!!

But that brought even greater rage to Wudun.

Whether it was strategy or heavenly luck.

The fact that he had almost been defeated by a mere first-rate warrior didn’t change.

“Damn bitch daring to use such vile tricks!”

Wudun roughly swung his sword.

Hae-yeon tried to move her feet to dodge somehow.

But getting too close because of that last move was a fatal mistake.

Stab-!

“Kugh!”

Wudun’s sword shot from an impossible distance to avoid and pierced her arm.

Hae-yeon’s swordsmanship was excellent beyond what a first-rate warrior should possess, but it wasn’t at a level to block a peak master’s offensive at close range.

Regardless of her undefeated spirit, the pain of her flesh was real.

Clatter!

Hae-yeon finally dropped her sword to the ground.

And Wudun, not wanting to miss this opportunity, rushed forward and grabbed the defenseless Hae-yeon by the back of her neck.

“Finally caught you, you damn bitch.”

“Urgh!”

Wudun mocked her with a sluggish voice, then forcibly lifted Hae-yeon’s head upward.

“Now, take a good look. This will be the last sky you see with those eyes.”

“-!”

“Normally I’d finish with just one eyeball, but I’ll specially pluck out both sides for you.”

Wudun smiled wickedly, imagining Hae-yeon’s completely broken state.

But Hae-yeon.

“…Go eat shit. You damn mutt.”

“?!”

Never broke down.

Murderous intent gleamed in Wudun’s eyes.

“Die-!!”

The moment Wudun shouted that.

Paaaat!

“…!!”

Suddenly a flash of light erupted along with an explosive sound.

Wudun couldn’t hide his bewilderment.

He couldn’t even follow what had happened with his eyes.

Extreme speed that far surpassed Wudun’s eyesight.

It meant an anomaly had occurred too fast for his eyes to perceive.

‘What the…?’

For an instant, Wudun hesitated.

And that was his fatal mistake.

He should have moved before trying to figure out what it was.

As a result, before he could even roll his buttonhole-like eyeballs once.

Thwack!

Crunch-!

“Gweek!”

A fist from somewhere smashed his face to pieces, and he flew away with a sound like a pig being slaughtered.

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