The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 38

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

 

Chapter 38

 

There’s a saying that masters can tell just by how someone clenches their fist.

 

It means that even the smallest, seemingly insignificant actions contain the secrets of supreme skill.

 

This is half exaggeration, but also an undeniable truth.

 

To be precise, martial artists who have reached a certain level can gauge their opponent’s abilities eight or nine times out of ten after exchanging just the first move.

 

Kwaaang-!

 

A thunderous sound rang out that was hard to believe came from flesh colliding with flesh.

 

This was the result right after Jeok-un penetrated Jidong Tak’s sword fist and threw out a single strike.

 

‘Keurp?!’

 

Jidong Tak had casually received Jeok-un’s punch, but was genuinely shocked.

 

Because the internal energy contained in Jeok-un’s single strike far exceeded his expectations.

 

When Jidong Tak panicked and pushed Jeok-un away, Jeok-un obediently retreated and estimated his opponent’s level.

 

‘The peak of transcendent mastery.’

 

Jeok-un accurately gauged the realm of Yachu, Jidong Tak.

 

It was the same realm he had currently reached.

 

The peak of transcendent mastery was a realm that ordinary martial artists without talent could never achieve even with a lifetime of effort.

 

But Jeok-un already knew that the Jidong Tak before him had definitely not achieved this through ordinary means.

 

‘To have absorbed so much energy through qi harvesting during his days as a lecher.’

 

Qi harvesting meant forcibly absorbing another’s energy.

 

That was right. Jidong Tak was known to the outside world as a merchant born and raised in Changsha, a capable man who controlled the back alleys.

 

But in reality, he was a lecher who had violated women in the Shanxi Martial World.

 

His true identity was the Fox Lecher Ji Jung-young.

 

As his nickname ‘Fox’ suggested, he was trash who thoroughly picked only the weak to violate and kill.

 

But heaven’s justice, though sparse, is stern.

 

Ji Jung-young, who had become arrogant from the energy he harvested, foolishly tried to touch even a daughter of the Moyong Family.

 

He ultimately failed, but the Moyong Family, one of the Seven Great Houses, could not let it slide.

 

The enraged Moyong Family issued an extermination order and pursued Ji Jung-young relentlessly, and he fell to the status of a fugitive, hiding throughout the entire martial world.

 

Then he met Doyecheon and Ji Jung-young’s fate was reversed.

 

-Become my shadow, and I will give you a new face and identity.

 

Ji Jung-young prostrated himself before Doyecheon, and Doyecheon kept his promise.

 

Ji Jung-young became Jidong Tak, and had lived as Doyecheon’s dog until now.

 

“Even though you’ve fattened up like a pig, you still have the skills you used to escape from the Moyong Family’s grasp.”

 

“…!!”

 

Jidong Tak had even changed his appearance to hide his past.

 

He had extremely fattened himself and even made his face ugly.

 

So he thought no one would recognize that he had been active as a lecher.

 

But now that this belief was shattered, Jidong Tak couldn’t help but be shocked.

 

Papapang-!

 

With each technique exchanged, air-splitting sounds erupted and all the furnishings in the Jade Pavilion were destroyed.

 

The more Jidong Tak exchanged moves with Jeok-un, the more he couldn’t contain his shock.

 

‘This bastard is really at the peak of transcendent mastery?!’

 

Jidong Tak had sensed it from the first exchange, and was certain after three techniques.

 

‘No, how at that age?’

 

How did he reach the peak of transcendent mastery?

 

Jidong Tak simply couldn’t believe it.

 

But just because he didn’t believe it didn’t mean reality would change.

 

Pabat!

 

At that moment, while Jidong Tak was gritting his teeth, Jeok-un closed in on Jidong Tak like a skilled hunter.

 

‘Damn it…!’

 

Jidong Tak was startled by the fierce yet eerie, bizarre nature of that footwork and retreated.

 

It was Jeok-un’s lightness skill and absolute technique that no one in the current martial world would know of.

 

It was the Seven Capture Bewildering Steps.

 

Originally, the Jegal Clan’s famous absolute techniques included the Heavenly Movement and Heavenly Bewildering Steps, but they had a different nature from Jeok-un’s Seven Capture Bewildering Steps.

 

The Heavenly Movement and Heavenly Bewildering Steps were lightness skills specialized for survival.

 

The Jegal Clan had traditionally been talents specialized in strategy as military advisors, and if such talents were captured, it would cause great loss to the entire orthodox martial world.

 

For this reason, their lightness skills also emphasized strategic retreat.

 

But the Seven Capture Bewildering Steps were different.

 

Jeok-un was someone who had risen from a wandering warrior of Sapa to the pinnacle.

 

Thus, the Heavenly Bewildering Steps had transformed into a practical and aggressive nature never seen before.

 

In short, it was not strategic retreat but strategic advance – movement to capture and pursue enemies to death.

 

Spapapat-!

 

Whirlwinds swirled with each step, and countless afterimages arose.

 

Approaching like a ghost, then disappearing like a phantom – it was truly maddening for Jidong Tak.

 

Among them, false strikes like real ones and real strikes like false ones were mixed in.

 

Jidong Tak had to block everything with full power.

 

Even if only half were real, he was wasting effort on the other half.

 

The sense of crisis Jidong Tak felt was extraordinary.

 

‘Damn it, damn it!’

 

Jidong Tak ground his teeth furiously.

 

But that didn’t mean there was any way to immediately make up for his lacking skills.

 

‘At least half. He’s superior to me by more than half.’

 

Just because their realms were the same didn’t mean their skills were equal too.

 

Jidong Tak looked at the situation with cold eyes and soon reached the conclusion that his chances of winning in a direct confrontation were low.

 

He was the very person who had left no traces through vicious cunning since his days as the Fox Lecher.

 

So it would be an accurate judgment that he had no chance of winning in a fair fight.

 

‘But internal energy would be different.’

 

During his days as a lecher, he had absorbed tremendous internal energy through dual cultivation.

 

Though its quality wasn’t uniform or pure, he was certain he overwhelmed in absolute quantity.

 

‘A prolonged battle would be advantageous for me.’

 

The moment Jidong Tak reached this conclusion

 

“My, my lord?”

 

“What is happening…”

 

Subordinates who heard the commotion in the Jade Pavilion carefully opened the door, then belatedly grasped the situation.

 

“Huk!”

 

“Protect our lord!”

 

Subordinates who judged Jidong Tak was in danger came rushing into the Jade Pavilion.

 

Yachu thought the situation was turning favorably for him and immediately raised his voice.

 

“Kill that bastard!”

 

“Yes, yes sir!”

 

“Everyone, pursue and kill the enemy!!”

 

At Yachu’s command, the subordinates rushed at Jeok-un.

 

The idea was to crush him with numbers, and though it was far from fair and square.

 

Jidong Tak didn’t care at all.

 

‘Even if all those bastards die, if they exhaust his internal energy through continuous battle, they’ll have served their purpose.’

 

That wasn’t Sapa’s way.

 

Sapa’s way was might makes right.

 

In a world where the strong were right, the form and appearance of winning methods didn’t matter.

 

‘Hehe, besides, he’ll be burdened by committing a massacre when he just caused trouble not long ago.’

 

Jidong Tak expected that Jeok-un, who had recently caused trouble, wouldn’t be able to act strongly against his subordinates.

 

However.

 

That expectation was completely wrong.

 

Whoosh!

 

Jeok-un extended his hand.

 

“Kup?!”

 

One of Ya-ju’s subordinates, whose name he didn’t even know, was caught in his grasp.

 

Naked killing intent flickered in Jeok-un’s eyes.

 

‘Those who committed all kinds of evil deeds with Ya-ju as their backing.’

 

Jeok-un put strength into his grip, grabbed the man’s collar, and pulled him straight toward him.

 

“Keu, keuk?!”

 

Crack!

 

Snap!

 

Like a farmer picking ripe fruit, Jeok-un plucked off the subordinate’s head.

 

As a fountain of blood gushed forth, Jeok-un’s massacre began.

 

Whoosh!

 

Thud!

 

He threw the headless corpse aside and charged at the next man.

 

“Uhaaaaak-!!”

 

The man let out a scream-like roar and rushed forward with his sword.

 

However, Jeok-un boldly extended his killing hand once again.

 

‘Since they’re the same as the demons of the Demonic Cult, killing them all would be helpful.’

 

After simultaneously positioning himself at the man’s front and side, he swiftly threw a punch.

 

Splat!

 

“…?!”

 

The moment the man’s eyes widened.

 

Crack-!

 

Jeok-un’s fist had already struck the man’s face.

 

“Keuk!”

 

The fellow’s face was caved in from a single punch.

 

His nose, which should have protruded prominently, was now sunken inward.

 

Thump.

 

The man, whose breath had ceased, collapsed powerlessly to the floor.

 

Whoosh!

 

In an instant, Jeok-un used the recoil to leap into the midst of his enemies.

 

And he began to perform a bloody dance with his fists and elbows, knees and kicks.

 

“Keuaaaak!”

 

“Sp, spare me…!”

 

No formation could be established.

 

With each punch and kick, they all either went flying or became corpses, so no equation could be formed.

 

As time passed and corpses piled up like mountains on every floor of Seungwan-ru.

 

Even Ya-ju’s subordinates, who had initially charged forward with great momentum, changed.

 

“Ah, aah.”

 

“Wh, what is that?!”

 

A madness they had never felt before.

 

Faced with a vastness of a different dimension, they began to hesitate one by one.

 

“What are you all doing! Kill that man!”

 

Jidong Tak raised his voice and urged his subordinates, but those whose souls had fled in terror could not respond.

 

Finally, Jidong Tak, judging that he could no longer use his subordinates, stepped forward.

 

‘Damn! No, at this point, that man must have consumed considerable internal energy too!’

 

Jidong Tak steeled his resolve and leaped to a corner of the jade pavilion.

 

His target was the twin axes hanging on the wall.

 

They were his beloved weapons.

 

Gripping the twin axes tightly.

 

Whoosh!

 

Swoosh!

 

He drew up the internal energy of the Ten Thousand Joys Skill.

 

The massive internal energy settled in his dantian responded to the Ten Thousand Joys Skill.

 

This was the driving force that allowed him to survive even the assassination order from the Moyong Family during his days as the Lustful Demon.

 

Rumble!

 

Due to the nature of dual cultivation, massive internal energy twice that of a martial artist of the same level writhed within him.

 

Of course, because the essence of the absorbed energy was different, the more he overused it, the greater the backlash, but.

 

‘Now is the time to use it.’

 

Thwack!

 

Jidong Tak gripped the axe handles tightly and charged at Jeok-un.

 

Whoosh-!

 

As the axes cut through the air, they made sounds as if swords were moving.

 

This was natural, as Jidong Tak’s martial arts emphasized speed.

 

His greatest martial art, the Eighteen Heaven-Severing Axes.

 

A martial art bestowed by Doyecheon, it was a renowned technique used by a martial artist who had been among the hundred great masters two generations ago.

 

In preparation for the unfortunate possibility of encountering those Moyong Family bastards, even while living as Ya-ju, he had devoted effort to mastering the Eighteen Heaven-Severing Axes and achieved considerable success.

 

Moreover, he believed he could sufficiently gain the upper hand against Jeok-un, who was tired from dealing with his subordinates, but.

 

Crash!

 

Rumble!

 

Jidong Tak’s Eighteen Heaven-Severing Axes could not break through Jeok-un’s bare fists at all.

 

‘His, his internal energy hasn’t decreased at all…?!’

 

The more Jidong Tak exchanged techniques with Jeok-un, the more he was forced to realize.

 

The rebound force felt in his grip, the internal energy emanating from his opponent, and so on.

 

Considering everything together, his opponent was not tired at all.

 

Crack-!

 

The sound of air being torn rang out continuously.

 

This was not a simple illusion.

 

Every time the air-tearing sound erupted, dust fell from the ceiling of the jade pavilion.

 

It was proof that internal energy was actually bursting with force waves, stimulating the jade pavilion and the building itself.

 

And that impact was noticeably growing with each exchange of moves.

 

‘He’s getting even stronger from here…?’

 

Trickle-

 

Feeling that the destructive power was actually stronger than when they first fought, cold sweat trickled down Jidong Tak’s back.

 

‘This bastard, just what is his identity…?’

 

Hiss-!

 

Then, suddenly, Jeok-un’s aura changed.

 

“What a pleasant expression.”

 

“…!”

 

Like a hunter revealing himself after completely cornering his prey.

 

Swoosh!

 

Crash!

 

The moment Jidong Tak was completely cornered, Jeok-un unleashed the power of Tamrang.

 

The internal energy amplified by achieving the three stars of the Grand Celestial Divine Skill gathered in his fist following the Paecheon Singi.

 

Fist energy that had almost taken form.

 

The fist energy, glowing blue enough to be indistinguishable from gang energy, made Jidong Tak’s face turn pale.

 

Whoosh!

 

In an instant, Jeok-un charged forward like a wild beast.

 

He had to block it.

 

Or he would die…!

 

Desperately, Jidong Tak crossed his twin axes in an X-shape and raised them above his head, but at the same time.

 

“Shatter.”

 

“Kugh…!!”

 

Jeok-un clenched his fist and struck down at Jidong Tak’s head like an axe blow.

 

Crack!

 

Clang!

 

The twin axes filled with the internal energy of Manman Hwanhui Gong were shattering to pieces.

 

Then a truly avalanche-like strike drove straight into Jidong Tak’s crown.

 

Crunch!

 

Crash!

 

The tremendous power of the fist energy forged by Paecheon Singi.

 

Before that tsunami-like internal energy of Jeok-un, everything was useless.

 

With the crushing sound of something being pulverized, Jidong Tak’s face crumpled like clay.

 

His knees buckled and his body crumpled as the remaining force began to spread through the floor of the Jade Pavilion.

 

From that destructive remaining force.

 

Crack!

 

Rumble…!

 

That remaining force collapsed the floor of the Jade Pavilion.

 

The floor below that.

 

And the floor below that.

 

Crash!!

 

Finally, it left a small crater-like mark on the first floor before dissipating.

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