The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 39

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

 

Chapter 39

 

…Bang!

 

Crash…!

 

A private room on the second floor of Seungwan-ru.

 

At the loud explosive sound, Gwi-mong Daeju, Jang Bo-heom, stirred his body.

 

“Ugh.”

 

What’s making all this noise….

 

Jang Bo-heom tried to pull the blanket to cover his ears, but nothing was caught except the leg of a drinking table.

 

Ah, right.

 

That Ya-ju bastard insisted on treating me with utmost hospitality, so I couldn’t escape from Seungwan-ru.

 

His head felt completely filled with alcohol.

 

He couldn’t come to his senses at all.

 

Well, after being lavishly entertained with the finest liquor and countless courtesans, it was inevitable.

 

Just as he was about to ignore it and fall back asleep, thinking ‘whatever.’

 

Crash!!

 

“Damn it! My eardrums are going to burst!”

 

Unable to bear the endless explosive sounds, Jang Bo-heom finally frowned deeply and shot up.

 

‘What the hell is going on to cause such a ruckus in the middle of the night!’

 

Is some bastard drunk and causing trouble?

 

No, can’t that Ya-ju guy even handle something like that?

 

Rumble!

 

“…Uh, huh?”

 

He sensed something strange.

 

Rumble!

 

A massive vibrating sound.

 

And killing intent that pricked his skin.

 

‘Huh, what?’

 

Something, something is happening—.

 

The moment Jang Bo-heom thought that.

 

Crack!

 

Crash!

 

“Ahhh!!”

 

Suddenly the ceiling above his head collapsed.

 

Crash!

 

With a tremendous explosion, the ceiling tore like paper, and a large mass crashed down like a meteorite right next to Jang Bo-heom.

 

“What, what is it?!”

 

Jang Bo-heom reflexively scurried backward like a cockroach to secure a safe distance, and only then confirmed the identity of that mass.

 

“Ugh, ughhh.”

 

“Ya, Ya-ju?”

 

That ‘something’ was none other than Ya-ju Jidong-tak.

 

In a miserable state that clearly showed he had been in fierce battle, Ya-ju was sprawled before his eyes.

 

‘What? Am I dreaming?’

 

Jang Bo-heom thought so.

 

If not, there was no way this bastard would suddenly appear before him in such a state.

 

But no matter how he looked, the crater before his eyes didn’t seem like an illusion.

 

And Ya-ju writhing in it didn’t seem like a hallucination either.

 

‘Did, did Heukpaesong attack or something?’

 

Such an absurd thought briefly crossed his mind.

 

No matter how much Jang Bo-heom was the Daeju of Gwimong Faction, one of the Ten Heavenly Commanders, the current situation was far too bewildering.

 

“Cough. Ja, Jang Bo-heom…?”

 

“Gasp.”

 

Ya-ju, who barely turned his head after spitting blood from the shock, brightened upon seeing Jang Bo-heom.

 

“He, help, me. I need help.”

 

“No. Wha, what is this…”

 

Just as Jang Bo-heom’s sense of crisis reached its peak and he reflexively circulated his internal energy to clear the alcohol.

 

Thud.

 

“…going on?”

 

Someone else lightly descended into the room through the hole in the ceiling.

 

Unless one was an idiot, it was easy to tell he was the mastermind behind this situation.

 

Jang Bo-heom’s eyes bulged as if they would burst.

 

‘Wh, who is this person?’

 

It was a face he couldn’t help but recognize.

 

The prodigal of Jegal.

 

No.

 

‘Jegal Jeokun…!’

 

Why is the recruitment target that Bucheonju had his eye on here?

 

“That, bastard! Ugh! You must kill that bastard!”

 

Ya-ju screamed, writhing his body that still wouldn’t move properly in the crater.

 

Instantly, Jang Bo-heom’s mind raced.

 

By his guess, Ya-ju before his eyes was also under Bucheonju’s command.

 

Then naturally he should help this guy.

 

Right, he should, but….

 

“What, are you, doing! Jang Bo-heom!!”

 

Ya-ju shouted angrily.

 

It was because suddenly Jang Bo-heom, far from helping him, had stepped back.

 

He swore that step wasn’t intentional on Jang Bo-heom’s part.

 

It was an instinctive movement.

 

‘No, no way.’

 

I absolutely must not fight this guy!

 

His survival instinct was ringing alarm bells more violently than ever.

 

Seeing this, Jeok-un twisted up the corner of his mouth.

 

“You’re a guy whose head works.”

 

“…!”

 

Though it was blatant mockery, Jang Bo-heom didn’t charge.

 

“Th, thank you.”

 

He unconsciously answered that way and lowered his eyes.

 

“You bastard—!!”

 

The moment Ya-ju shouted at Jang Bo-heom who had turned away from him.

 

Whoosh—!

 

In the blink of an eye, Jeok-un appeared before Ya-ju, wrapping his leg with Paecheon Singi.

 

Crash—!

 

And kicked Ya-ju with his foot.

 

* * *

 

Meanwhile, the exterior of Seungwan-ru was also very chaotic.

 

Seungwan-ru was the largest Giru standing tall on Changsha’s night streets, reaching four whole floors.

 

With its magnificent and splendid exterior and location on Main Street, countless passersby would walk past Seungwan-ru.

 

Usually passersby would carefully and cautiously pass by, fearing they might catch Ya-ju’s attention for some trivial matter.

 

Crash!

 

Bang!

 

“Ah, no, what’s happening?”

 

“Th-the Seungwan-ru is being completely destroyed??”

 

Today, Seungwan-ru was strange.

 

Explosive sounds kept erupting continuously, so everyone from passersby to Changsha natives was murmuring among themselves.

 

They were merely curious about what was happening, but no one showed worried expressions.

 

It was only natural.

 

Forcibly extorting unreasonable fees, and constantly coveting their precious daughters like their own lives.

 

How could they not be delighted to see Seungwan-ru, which was no different from a symbol of Yachu’s authority, crumbling?

 

Rather, expectation and hope flickered slightly.

 

They hoped that perhaps someone was punishing Yachu’s evil deeds.

 

Of course, having lived their lives, they knew there was no such thing as divine retribution, so everyone gave up, saying it was impossible.

 

Kwaaaaang!

 

Crash!

 

“Aaaaah!”

 

“D-dodge!!”

 

At that moment, Seungwan-ru was half-destroyed and something huge flew like a meteor and crashed into the main street.

 

Crash bang!

 

Their panicked flight was brief.

 

They slowly approached again, waiting for the dust to settle.

 

They couldn’t bear their curiosity about the identity of the ‘something’ that had crashed onto the main street with a thunderous roar.

 

Soon the dust settled and the identity was revealed.

 

“!!”

 

“…!”

 

All the onlookers were shocked.

 

It was a massive lump of flesh.

 

All his clothes were torn, leaving him half-naked, his hair disheveled and covered in blood—a horrifying sight that made one shudder just to look at.

 

“Hiik!”

 

“Ya, Yachu…!”

 

People gathered like clouds at Yachu’s miserable appearance.

 

“Gr, grr.”

 

Jidong Tak groaned and barely managed to raise his body.

 

When he belatedly looked around, all the onlookers were staring at him.

 

Mockery. Joy. Satisfaction.

 

At the countless emotions contained in their eyes.

 

“Ugh, aaah!! All of you get lost!!”

 

Unable to bear the unbearable shame, Jidong Tak screamed as if having a seizure.

 

Just as the onlookers were startled and backing away.

 

One person broke through the dust cloud and stood facing him on the main street.

 

“Yes, that’s the appearance that suits you perfectly.”

 

Jeok-un said as he emerged through the dust.

 

Among the onlookers, no one recognized Jeok-un.

 

But after today, not a single one of them would ever forget Jeok-un’s face.

 

“Sh, shut up!!”

 

At that moment, Yachu screamed at the top of his lungs.

 

Kwarrrrr!

 

Kwagaga!

 

Simultaneously, his energy surged more violently than ever before.

 

‘Not yet! It’s not over yet! I’ll stake everything and definitely kill him!’

 

Though none of his internal organs were intact and all his meridians were severely damaged.

 

Kwarrrrr!

 

Jidong Tak manifested the Manman Hwanhui Technique to its extreme without thinking of the consequences.

 

All the energies he had absorbed through the Manman Hwanhui Technique went wild.

 

Moreover, even his innate true energy, the symbol of life force, surged forth.

 

In terms of internal energy alone, it was comparable to a martial artist of the Transformation Realm.

 

To kill Jeok-un who had humiliated him so, he had given up even his own life.

 

His bloodshot eyes filled with madness turned toward Jeok-un.

 

“Die!!!”

 

Jidong Tak fiercely swung his half-destroyed twin axes.

 

Like boiling lava, axe energy bubbled up, and its color was extremely eerie.

 

Normally, materialized energy would be fixed to one color.

 

This was because the color of energy was deeply related to the martial arts it was based on.

 

But Jidong Tak’s axe energy that was now visible kept changing colors.

 

Red yang energy, blue yin energy, white vital energy, even blood-colored evil energy….

 

These were all energies that Yachu had absorbed so far.

 

With Yachu’s innate true energy mixed in as well, it was truly a desperate technique of mutual destruction.

 

‘I’ll kill him!’

 

Shaaaaa!

 

Kwarrr!

 

The sound of air being torn apart.

 

Yachu was confident of victory.

 

Clap.

 

“…!!”

 

But Jeok-un simply reached out casually and caught Jidong Tak’s axe blade with his bare hand.

 

“How utterly vulgar.”

 

The moment Jidong Tak’s expression was colored with shock.

 

Whoosh!

 

Jeok-un used the principle of absorption to steal the axe.

 

Swish—!

 

Thud!

 

“Kaaaah!!”

 

And conversely cut off Yachu’s arm.

 

His left arm was severed from the shoulder and rolled on the ground.

 

An ordinary person would have fainted immediately.

 

“Noooo!!”

 

But Yachu went berserk and swung the axe with his remaining arm.

 

The supreme technique of the Dancheon Eighteen Divisions unfolded.

 

Dancheon Eighteen Divisions

 

Secret technique.

 

Dancheon Jeolhae (Severing Heaven and Sea).

 

As the name suggested, a fierce momentum that could cut the sky and sever the sea poured toward Jeok-un.

 

Kurrrr!

 

Swaaaaa!

 

A long horizontal line was drawn across the void that reached Jeok-un’s waist.

 

It would split everything it touched in half.

 

But Jeok-un had no intention of dodging and faced it head-on.

 

‘Pathetic.’

 

Wooong!

 

The second star, Geomun, emitted light.

 

The Paecheon Singi condensed in his left fist swirled violently.

 

Soon he kicked off the ground and threw a straight punch.

 

Kugrgrgrg-!

 

Kwaaaaang!!

 

With a fierce explosive sound, the slash was futilely shattered.

 

There was no strike containing any implication or enlightenment.

 

Literally clashing head-on against head-on, it was simply breaking through the profound technique with an ordinary contest of strength.

 

‘Th-this is impossible…!’

 

“Cough! Kek!”

 

At that moment, Yachu ended up coughing blood.

 

Originally, Dancheon Jeolhae was a technique that could only be used after surpassing the Transformation Realm.

 

But since he had forcibly used it, as a backlash, all his qi meridians had no choice but to burst.

 

It wouldn’t be strange if he collapsed right away, but.

 

“Is your struggle ending there?”

 

“?!”

 

The fight wasn’t over yet.

 

“Dieeeee!!”

 

Yachu squeezed his tattered qi meridians once more and swung his axe.

 

However, as Jeok-un said, it was nothing but ugly desperation.

 

His body and mind had already reached their limits.

 

Yachu’s martial technique had neither form nor style.

 

He was simply wildly unleashing slashes as his eyes could see.

 

Naturally, Jeok-un wasn’t hit even once.

 

Swoosh!

 

Swish!

 

Stepping on the Seven Stars Pleiades Step, he dodged every single slash.

 

Thoroughly toying with his opponent like this, he approached Yachu step by step.

 

Thwack!

 

Thud!

 

“Kugh…!”

 

He kicked his chest and destroyed the enemy’s balance.

 

“Ugh, ughhh.”

 

Yachu, who had fallen flat on the main street, writhed like a worm.

 

“Waaaaah!”

 

“Yachu, Yachu has fallen!”

 

Those watching burst into cheers.

 

That was the end.

 

His qi meridians had all burst and even his innate true qi was depleted.

 

Even if a great immortal came, he wouldn’t be able to survive.

 

Originally, seeing such a miserable state, even Sapa warriors would stop their attack, but.

 

Bang!

 

“Kyaaaak!”

 

Jeok-un didn’t show such mercy to Yachu.

 

Without the slightest hesitation, he wrapped Paecheon Singi around his leg and then trampled on fallen Yachu’s foot.

 

“Gurrrrk!”

 

“You bastard.”

 

As if struck by an iron hammer, Yachu’s leg flesh and bones were crushed and he foamed at the mouth, but.

 

That was only the beginning.

 

“How dare you.”

 

Bang!

 

“How dare you touch my subordinate?”

 

Kwabang!

 

Kwakwabang!!

 

Like stamping a seal, he persistently trampled on Yachu’s limbs.

 

‘Kkeuk! It hurts, it hurts! So, so much!’

 

From the extreme pain he was feeling for the first time in his life, Yachu felt like he was going insane.

 

Yachu’s limbs had already become like rags long ago, but Jeok-un didn’t stop.

 

Kwakwabang!!

 

As if he would turn every bone in his body into bone powder, he trampled his entire body evenly.

 

“Kk, kkeuhhhh…”

 

As a result, Yachu couldn’t even writhe and let out strange sounds that were hard to distinguish between coughing and groaning.

 

Even in this state, Yachu didn’t let go of the thread of life.

 

He squeezed out his last strength and opened his mouth.

 

“Sp-spare… me. I’ll, I’ll give you every… thing. Geureuk!”

 

Yachu desperately pleaded to Jeok-un, squeezing out all his strength.

 

However.

 

Jeok-un spoke as if he found it absurd.

 

“Give me something. That’s a strange thing to say.”

 

“…?”

 

“If I kill you, I’ll be the owner anyway.”

 

“-!!”

 

Jeok-un’s intention was clear.

 

That everything of yours is already mine.

 

“Be-behind me is Bu, Bucheon…!”

 

Understanding Jeok-un’s true feelings, Yachu shouted as if having a fit.

 

That his backing was Bucheonju.

 

However, his last hope.

 

“Go ahead and wait. I’ll send him to you soon.”

 

“?!”

 

Scattered far too futilely.

 

Step, step.

 

Jeok-un said this and moved his steps.

 

“Wh-what exactly are you trying to do.”

 

“What am I going to do, you ask.”

 

Jeok-un smiled coldly and said.

 

“I already told you.”

 

“What…?”

 

Jeok-un uttered incomprehensible words, then soon bent his waist as if he had found what he wanted and picked something up.

 

Sring!

 

It was a sword that had been rolling on the ground.

 

“I can’t dirty my sword.”

 

“!!”

 

Saying this, he approached Yachu.

 

At that moment, Yachu remembered.

 

The words Jeok-un had uttered just before the fight.

 

-I’ll chop up your manhood piece by piece and stuff it down your throat.

 

“Ah, ahhh!”

 

For daring to harbor dirty lustful thoughts toward Hae-yeon.

 

For the lecher who had done terrible things to countless women until now, there was only one punishment Jeok-un would deliver.

 

One step, one step.

 

Jeok-un approaches.

 

Yachu tried to escape somehow.

 

But with his limbs already broken, that was nothing more than the writhing of an insect.

 

“No, don’t! Aaaahhh!!”

 

Leaving behind that terrible scream.

 

Swoosh!

 

Slash!

 

The sound of something being stabbed wildly.

 

Eerie cutting sounds echoed endlessly.

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