The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 35

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 35

The former King Xuan of the ancient Qi state commanded Chunyu Kun to gather talented individuals.

Chunyu Kun toured the provinces and brought back seven talents, which King Xuan found strange.

How could one person bring back as many as seven precious talents?

At that time, Chunyu Kun’s confident answer became a four-character idiom that remained in history.

-That’s the origin of the saying “birds of a feather flock together.”

-…Uh-huh, but why are you telling me this now?

-So, what I’m saying is…

-Wh-whoa? Put that club down first, Hae-yeon.

-All the people gathered around you are nothing but the same idiots!!

-Ahhh! Hyeol-hu has gone crazy! Run!!

It’s a memory that somehow makes my right eyelid ache whenever I recall it.

Anyway, the historical tale she mentioned about birds of a feather was truly correct.

Just as I originally had my eye gouged out by Jegal Wiyeon and crawled up from rock bottom, my subordinates also wandered at the bottom for various reasons.

Lives lived like duckweed, enduring harsh ordeals.

My subordinates and I would occasionally debate who had lived more miserably whenever we gathered, but we always ended with laughter.

The more we listened to stories and shared our lives, the more we only chewed on pain, so we let it flow away with hearty laughter and chatter.

That’s why my subordinates were everything to me.

More precisely, everyone was everything to everyone.

From the moment I first met those guys until the very end.

We stood back to back, shoulder to shoulder, crossing between life and death, owing each other our lives, and finally unified Sapa.

After sweeping away the Demonic Cult that multiplied like mold even when left alone.

Then we had all pledged to unbuckle our belts and comfortably pour ourselves drinks to our hearts’ content.

But after the Demonic Cult’s uprising.

The number of those who remembered that pledge decreased one by one.

In the end, only I remained.

Therefore, immediately after my regression, I made a vow.

Though regression had made me a stranger to everyone.

Those who had been my people.

Those who had lived for my sake.

I would never let them be harmed.

No matter who it was.

If anyone touched my people.

I would smash them all to pieces.

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Just as Jeok-un had lost an eye to Jegal Wiyeon before his regression.

When I first met Hae-yeon, she too had lost an eye to someone.

But until the moment of death, neither Jeok-un nor the other brothers knew the reason.

Because Hae-yeon never revealed it.

‘Just thinking about it made her hands tremble.’

Though she acted tough on the outside, people can’t always be strong.

Hae-yeon’s habit that emerged when she was inwardly afraid.

It must be a terrible memory she didn’t want to talk about.

Though different in birth, we were like blood relatives who shared the same blood.

Jeok-un and his brothers didn’t want to deliberately stir up her pain.

So they had buried it in their hearts.

‘She lost her eye to a mere bastard like this?’

Uncontrollable heart fire blazed up from my dantian.

The flames of heart fire instantly moved through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

Whoosh!

It clashed with Paecheon Singi and grew even larger.

“Die-!!”

In the slow-motion world, I could clearly see one vermin raising a blade toward Hyeol-hu’s face.

His intention was to slash her eye and blind her.

I kicked off the ground and closed the distance.

The internal energy that exploded from Yongcheon surged up to Shinji.

In the blink of an eye, I was beside Wudun.

Jeok-un threw a straight punch with all his might, without a moment’s hesitation or holding back any strength.

Crack-!

Thud!

Just one punch.

With one punch, Wudun tumbled over completely.

“…!”

After the impact sound, everyone fell silent.

The Heukryeong Sect members surrounding the training ground and the few Baekya Unit members showed confused expressions.

Because they couldn’t understand what had just happened.

This was the same for Wudun as well.

“Ugh, guh.”

His jaw had been struck and his brain was rattled, making it difficult to think properly.

Jeok-un glanced at the fallen bastard with cold eyes, then approached Hyeol-hu.

If the wound was deep, treatment took priority over killing that bastard.

“Are you alright?”

Her body was in complete shambles.

Jeok-un bit his lips tightly and suppressed Paecheon Singi.

Paecheon Singi was energy that went against heaven.

If he put this into Hae-yeon’s body, it would only cause adverse effects rather than healing.

So he chose Grand Celestial Divine Skill instead.

Whooom-.

The energy of Grand Celestial Divine Skill gently comforted Hae-yeon’s body.

Hae-yeon, who barely regained consciousness from the warm energy spreading through her four limbs, looked at Jeok-un with confused eyes.

‘…Who?’

“Rest. You must be tired.”

Jeok-un said this while moving his energy, and Hae-yeon instinctively accepted the energy.

‘I’m sleepy…’

And she slowly relaxed her body.

Feeling an inexplicable sense of security in her fading consciousness.

During the brief time Hae-yeon fell asleep, Wudun’s subordinates, who belatedly grasped the situation, moved frantically.

“A-are you alright, Budaeju-nim?”

“Who are you?!”

Some tended to Wudun, while others pointed their swords at Jeok-un.

But Jeok-un himself paid them no attention.

Because Jeok-un was focused on Hae-yeon.

“Wh-whoa!”

“…Wait, haven’t I seen that face before?!”

Just as panicked reactions erupted from several in the group.

Go Bok-gil stepped forward and shouted.

“Everyone show proper respect! This is Jeok-un-nim, Daeju of the Baekya Unit!”

“-!!”

Just when all of Heukryeong Sect’s subordinates couldn’t hide their bewilderment.

The Budaeju of the Black Spirit Division, Wudun, who had lost consciousness, suddenly sprang up and went into a frenzy.

“Argh! Which bastard did this!!”

Wudun forgot his pain and looked around with murderous eyes.

Naturally, his gaze fell on Jeok-un, who was examining Hae-yeon, and anyone could see that this man was the culprit.

“You son of a bitch!”

The sight of him launching a preemptive strike and then acting so calm, not even looking at him.

At that sight, Wudun’s temper flared and he was about to charge immediately, but.

[B-Budaeju-nim. You can’t! That man is the Daeju of the Baekya Division! He’s the one who caused chaos in Ibmaeng City!]

‘…What?’

His subordinates nearby hastily restrained Wudun.

‘Daeju?’

That traitor of the Jegal Family?

Wudun hesitated.

If it was that man, he was the newly appointed Daeju of the Baekya Division.

In any case, it meant he was his superior.

But that was only momentary.

Murderous intent began to gleam in Wudun’s eyes.

‘That worthless bastard! Just because he’s the Daeju of the Baekya Division! I’m the Budaeju of the Black Spirit Division!!’

Since Wudun had been dispatched before Gwi-mong Daeju Jang Bo-heom met with Ya-ju, he didn’t know that Ya-ju had received orders to recruit Jeok-un.

Of course, according to Sadocheon’s laws, Jeok-un’s position was higher than his own.

But when does the world ever operate according to the law?

Among the outer divisions that weren’t part of the Ten Heavenly Commanders, it was reality that Budaeju were treated higher than Daeju according to the unit’s hierarchy.

At a glance, he was nothing more than a young brat.

And behind him was Ya-ju, wasn’t there?

“What the hell are you doing! If you don’t explain yourself properly, I won’t let this slide!”

Wudun growled as he climbed onto the training ground.

His murderous intent was so fierce that it wouldn’t be strange if he attacked immediately.

But Jeok-un paid no attention to Wudun and turned his head to speak to the white-haired member of the Baekya Division.

“Hwang-no, was it?”

“Yes.”

“Take this girl to the Heukui Pavilion master. If you mention my name, he’ll treat her immediately.”

“…!”

The Heukui Pavilion master was Hwamul, Sadocheon’s greatest physician known for his divine acupuncture skills.

Hwang-no nodded and quickly left, carrying Hae-yeon on his back.

At that situation that unfolded without a chance to intervene.

This bastard!

Wudun ground his teeth and shouted.

“How dare you ignore me!!”

“I thought a spy from Heukpaesong was attacking a warrior of Sadocheon. What a relief it was just a misunderstanding.”

“What?”

“Isn’t that right? What kind of lunatic would try to gouge out the eyes of a fellow Sadocheon warrior in a sparring match?”

“…!”

Wudun hesitated momentarily at Jeok-un’s point, but only briefly.

Soon he shouted shamelessly as if asking what he had done wrong.

“Getting rough during sparring is common! Suddenly barging into someone else’s match and launching a surprise attack is the real problem!”

“Why would I be an outsider?”

“…What?”

“Black Spirit Division, Budaeju Wudun.”

“!!”

Jeok-un’s atmosphere, which had been calm until now, changed in an instant.

An aura as cold and chilling as autumn frost.

The moment Wudun involuntarily flinched at those eyes that looked at him like an inanimate object.

Jeok-un took a step toward Wudun.

“I’m not an outsider.”

Step.

“I’m your superior.”

Step.

“And I’m the master of this division.”

By the time Jeok-un stood before Wudun, Wudun was completely overwhelmed by Jeok-un’s presence.

‘Wh-what kind of eyes are those!’

The moment Wudun’s confidence shrank like a punctured pig’s bladder.

Whoosh!!

Suddenly the air was torn and a sound of breaking through air burst forth.

Crack!

Snap!

“And now, as your superior, I’ll give you the appropriate punishment for daring to harm my subordinate.”

Two or more cracking sounds were heard first.

At an invisible speed, Jeok-un’s fist had already struck Wudun’s abdomen.

It was the sound of ribs inside being shattered to pieces.

The moment the members of the Baekya Division were horrified by that terrible noise.

“Ugh, ah…!”

Wudun staggered backward, clutching his crushed ribs.

He wanted to straighten his back somehow, but it didn’t seem to work as intended, so he groaned while holding his waist and writhing.

This was truly a strange occurrence.

For warriors, injuries were like occupational hazards, and broken ribs weren’t fatal wounds, so the proper response would be to endure the pain and immediately counterattack.

‘My-my energy…? Wh-why…?!’

But the energy that had never stopped until reaching its peak.

Now betrayed Wudun’s will and wouldn’t budge at all.

As if Jeok-un’s fist contained a power that interfered with its flow.

“Stop the dramatics.”

Jeok-un, as if he had expected this, reached out his hand toward Wudun’s head with indifferent eyes.

Grabbing his hair and lifting him up like picking up a gourd, Jeok-un.

Thwack-!

Drove his knee straight into Wudun’s face.

“Guhhhh!”

Wudun’s head snapped back as he spewed blood like a fountain.

His nose bridge collapsed and teeth scattered to the ground.

Terrible pain he had never experienced before assaulted him.

Feeling a threat to his life for the first time, Wudun screamed desperately.

“The-the Black Spirit Daeju-nim! Ya-Ya-ju-nim! Won’t let you!”

But unfortunately, threats using his backing didn’t work on Jeok-un at all.

Jeok-un whispered softly.

“Right, don’t worry. I’ll kill those two bastards as well.”

“…?!”

Crack!

Jeok-un lightning-fast extended both hands to grab Wudun’s arms, then.

Crunch-!

“Kyaaaaaaah!!”

Forcibly twisted both arms in directions they couldn’t bend.

The bones and muscles of both arms were damaged beyond repair.

Wudun was a swordsman, so his life as a blade wielder had also come to an end.

“Spare…! Spare me!!”

“Now that I’ve finished with your arms, I should match them with your legs, shouldn’t I?”

Wudun somehow squeezed his lungs to beg for his life.

But Jeok-un’s kick was faster.

Of course, even if Wudun’s words had been faster, nothing would have changed.

Crunch-!

“Kii, eeeek!!”

With a horrific sound, this time both of Wudun’s ankles were crushed.

The bones inside were shattered into pieces beyond any hope of reconnection.

He would never walk properly again.

Thud!

Wudun collapsed sprawling on the ground.

“Ugh, ghhee.”

The man who had lost all strength in his limbs—both arms and legs—crawled on the ground like a worm and fled beneath the training ground.

Filth was streaming down his trouser legs.

But Jeok-un had no intention of letting him go.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Kii, kiiii!!”

Grab.

Jeok-un seized the struggling Wudun’s head.

Before his regression, this was the man who had planted the pain that tormented Hyeol-hu for her entire life.

“…This will be the last sky you ever see.”

“Hi, hiiii, hiiiik!!”

Only then did Wudun realize why his opponent was tormenting him.

But even knowing the reason, there was nothing he could do.

Jeok-un had already placed his thumb and index finger against his eyes.

Squelch!

Pop!

“Kuaaaah-!!!!”

He applied force and plucked them out.

Nothing could be seen.

As if eternal night had come.

Complete darkness covered Wudun’s vision.

“Spa, spare… spare me…”

Even knowing that if he survived, he would live as a cripple for the rest of his life—the worst possible situation.

Still, Wudun desperately begged for his life.

“You want me to spare you?”

Of course.

“No chance.”

Jeok-un had absolutely no intention of listening to the man’s pleas.

He raised his foot high like an axe splitting firewood.

Crack.

Then brought it down forcefully on the man’s head.

Wudun’s skull shattered as brain matter and blood spread thickly across the ground.

Silence.

A hush fell over the surroundings at such a horrific sight.

There was one good thing about crossing over from Jeongpa to Sapa.

Even without petty justifications.

‘Those who deserve to die must die.’

He could boldly and easily kill the trash that needed to be killed.

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