The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 49

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

 

Chapter 49

 

People instinctively avoid blades. This is because they have learned through experience that blades can cause harm.

 

‘Foolish man!’

 

But Yasudomma was different.

 

Having unleashed Beast Martial Arts to its extreme, there was no blade in all under heaven that could harm him.

 

‘I’ll crush you in one blow!’

 

Crack!

 

His thigh and calf muscles compressed to their limit.

 

Boom!

 

They explosively relaxed, creating tremendous kinetic energy.

 

Literally arrow-like movement.

 

The ground he stepped on with his true foot was deeply cratered as if struck by a meteorite.

 

Based on explosive kinetic force and elasticity, Yasudomma reached Jeok-un in just a few steps.

 

“Die!”

 

Yarugi clenched his fist with all his might.

 

Its size was enormous. It was comparable to an average adult’s head.

 

All of this was the power of Beast Martial Arts.

 

With the explosive elasticity of his leg muscles, he reached Jeok-un in just a few steps.

 

Beast Martial Arts wasn’t simply external martial arts, but a technique that mixed ghostly energy from the vengeful spirits of beasts and spiritual creatures with internal energy from the dantian.

 

The essence was to use the resentment and ghostly energy from this to construct a body that transcended human limits, using the body itself as a weapon.

 

In short, Beast Martial Arts wasn’t simply about enlarging the body, but using the body itself as a weapon.

 

“A mere skewer like that can’t do anything to me!”

 

So he mocked Jeok-un freely.

 

No matter how he swung that sharpened skewer-like thing, it wouldn’t leave even a scratch on his skin.

 

His body, having unleashed Beast Martial Arts to its peak, was like being wrapped in dozens of layers of iron armor.

 

To break through this barrier and harm him, one would need to be at least a master who had reached his same level.

 

‘You think you can pierce the barrier that easily blocks even Hwagyeong’s strong energy with such pathetic sword energy?’

 

Jeok-un couldn’t even manifest sword force, the very symbol of Hwagyeong.

 

The dim energy faintly rising from his blade was clearly nothing more than sword energy.

 

He must have recklessly consumed Geumnyeongseol and couldn’t even properly digest it.

 

Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense that he couldn’t manifest strong energy after reaching Hwagyeong.

 

‘I’ll pierce right through your heart!’

 

Yasudomma thought this as he gathered the fingers of his left hand into a spear-like shape.

 

Swoosh—!!

 

He thrust toward Jeok-un’s heart.

 

He intended to pierce the heart as he had decided, and Jeok-un still only had that faint energy.

 

‘Mere sword energy cannot pierce Beast Martial Arts!’

 

Yarugi was full of confidence.

 

Until his left hand touched Jeok-un’s sword, Wol-ha.

 

But from the moment his fingers and the sword, or rather their weapons, made contact.

 

‘Huh…?’

 

He sensed something was wrong.

 

Slice!

 

With an eerie cutting sound, something flew up.

 

The demon’s five fingers, cut off like corn stalks.

 

They were fingers severed by Wol-ha.

 

Though Yarugi had been confident that he could block even steel and strong energy, he couldn’t even block Jeok-un’s single sword strike.

 

“Aaahhh!!”

 

A scream filled with pain echoed thunderously through the mine shaft.

 

Yasudomma instinctively hid his left hand and retreated, but.

 

“That’s one left hand down.”

 

Now it was Jeok-un’s turn to charge forward.

 

Whoosh!

 

Swish swish!

 

“Kuk! Krgh!”

 

Yasudomma continuously dodged Jeok-un’s sword. He had no choice.

 

The Beast Martial Arts he had boasted was harder than steel now provided no protection whatsoever.

 

‘Wh-what is this…?’

 

Yarugi analyzed the situation with bewildered eyes, but there was nothing he could figure out.

 

Watching him look confused with a stupid expression, Jeok-un twisted the corner of his mouth.

 

‘Stupid fool. He must have thought it was sword energy.’

 

Like that cold sneer, the energy of Nokjon dwelling in Wol-ha’s blade flashed like moonlight.

 

Naturally, what Jeok-un had unleashed wasn’t simple sword energy.

 

All martial artists are superhumans.

 

To be precise, martial artists who have learned internal energy transcend human limits.

 

The source that allows them to leap several zhang in one step, move so fast they’re invisible to the eye, and catch blades with bare hands.

 

It’s thanks to internal energy.

 

Because internal energy is the source that transcends human limits.

 

Then conversely, when internal energy disappears or is neutralized.

 

What happens to martial artists?

 

Obviously.

 

“Aaahhh!!”

 

They become nothing more than ordinary people.

 

When cut by a blade, they bleed and suffer pain.

 

Just like any ordinary person.

 

Slash!

 

“Krgh!!”

 

This time, a large sword mark was carved into the demon’s chest.

 

What makes this possible is precisely the power of Nokjon.

 

Whoosh!

 

Hum!

 

The green shimmering energy like a mirage appeared to be ordinary sword energy on the surface, but its essence was completely different.

 

The third star, Nokjon.

 

Also called Cheonrokseong (Heavenly Blessing Star), it’s an auspicious star that adds splendor to good fortune, governing nobility and rank while being the foundation of longevity.

 

Originally, to extend one’s lifespan, there must be no harmful energy.

 

In other words, harmful energy could not coexist with Nokjon, and Nokjon possessed the power to neutralize such energy.

 

‘To put it simply, Nokjon is the power of control.’

 

The moment Paecheon Singi clashes with another’s internal energy.

 

It ‘forcibly’ controls the opponent’s internal energy that no one can intervene in or interfere with.

 

To use an analogy, it’s like forcibly removing a shield to expose bare flesh, the weak point.

 

The moment it breaks through that defense lasts only an instant.

 

‘But in a fight between martial artists, an instant is more than enough.’

 

Yarugi’s Beast Martial Arts was continuously torn apart like paper screens by Jeok-un’s sword.

 

“Kh, krgh!!”

 

Slash!

 

Slice! Slice!

 

The body that had been like iron armor, which even sword force-wrapped blades couldn’t scratch, was now as fragile as freshly made tofu or water-soaked paper.

 

‘There’s no need to even use the Red Heaven Galaxy Sword.’

 

With mere sword movements that weren’t even proper sword techniques but just light swings adapted to the situation, Yarugi was at a complete loss.

 

Before long, Yarugi’s body had transformed like a ragman’s, carved with all sorts of deep and shallow wounds.

 

Usually relying on Beast Martial Arts for defense in battle, trying to defend against every attack now inevitably revealed gaps here and there like this.

 

‘Damn it, that sword! If only it weren’t for that sword!’

 

As his entire body was cut and torn until it became like a rag, Yasudomma reached one conclusion.

 

The unknown sword that Jeok-un wielded.

 

That nameless sword must be some kind of special divine weapon.

 

Otherwise, there was no way to explain the current situation.

 

‘Huff, huff. First, I’ll create distance. And then…!!’

 

Having come this far, Yarugi also acknowledged that he could no longer continue close combat.

 

It was humiliating and shameful,

 

but it would be better than losing and suffering.

 

Swoosh!

 

Finally, Yarugi drew up his last remaining strength and scattered his fist energy in all directions.

 

“Uaaah!!”

 

Yarugi was practically howling.

 

Was this simply desperate struggling and madness?

 

It wasn’t.

 

Whoosh!

 

Swoosh!

 

Yarugi’s fist energy was different from before.

 

Red haze had risen to completely envelop his entire body, and it began to infuse his hands and fist energy as well.

 

The red haze—that wasn’t simply ordinary energy.

 

Hiss!

 

The abandoned mine’s rock walls that touched the rising energy began to melt and drip down.

 

‘Poison energy.’

 

This was precisely the second ultimate technique that earned Yasudomma the title of ‘Poison Demon’—the Blood Poison Technique.

 

Adding the strongest poison technique to the strongest body was exactly the secret that had brought Yarugi to his current position.

 

“I’ll turn you into a handful of blood!”

 

With those words, Yasudomma brought both hands together and thrust them forward.

 

Whoosh!

 

Crash!

 

Terrible poison energy spewed from his twin palms toward Jeok-un.

 

Like fierce waves of the great sea, poison energy that would melt everything burst forth, but.

 

Grin.

 

“?!”

 

For what reason could it be?

 

Jeok-un smiled more brightly than ever.

 

The reason became clear immediately.

 

The moment he saw his opponent’s poison energy, Wol-ha began to rage wildly.

 

No, to be precise, it would be more accurate to say that Nokjon began to run wild.

 

Swoosh!

 

Rumble!

 

There could be supreme martial arts, but there could be no strongest martial arts.

 

This was accepted wisdom floating around Gangho, acknowledged by everyone regardless of orthodox or unorthodox paths.

 

The reason was mutual opposition.

 

That is, every martial art had at least one martial art that was extremely difficult to defeat due to compatibility.

 

Just as swift swords beat heavy swords, and phantom swords beat swift swords, but phantom swords cannot beat heavy swords.

 

This relationship of devouring and being devoured was precisely mutual opposition.

 

What opposed Nokjon’s power that scattered all force was mental-type evil techniques, including soul-stealing arts that shook the mind.

 

And…

 

‘It’s poison techniques, you fool.’

 

Each time Nokjon shone, the red energy visibly grew fainter.

 

From blood-red to pink.

 

And then to sunset-like orange…

 

Finally, when it became completely colorless,

 

both the poison energy and its traces disappeared without a trace.

 

“Wha…!!”

 

Yasudomma couldn’t finish saying “What nonsense is this.”

 

“Gack!”

 

Because Jeok-un swung his opposite hand holding the sword and shattered the man’s jawbone.

 

Yasudomma nearly lost consciousness for a moment from the extreme pain he felt for the first time in his life, but.

 

Crack!

 

Jeok-un’s brutal grip brought his fleeing consciousness back.

 

“Where do you think you’re going to lose consciousness already?”

 

“Grrk!?”

 

Smash!

 

Crack! Crunch!

 

Along with fierce breaking sounds,

 

dozens of punches wrapped in Nokjon were flying at him again.

 

With the intention of making the demon’s bones and flesh very soft.

 

* * *

 

“Graaah…!”

 

With a wailing sound that was hard to distinguish between a scream and a groan, Yarugi vomited black blood.

 

His dantian was shattered, and he was poisoned by the remaining poison energy of his own Blood Poison Technique.

 

It was like cutting his own foot with his own axe.

 

His swollen muscles instantly shriveled and transformed like a mummy, and poison energy spread rapidly, causing dark red spots to bloom across his entire body.

 

“Pl-please, spare me…!”

 

Yarugi begged for his life.

 

But Jeok-un didn’t even pretend to listen and slowly moved his steps.

 

Step- Step-

 

Each time the sound of footsteps was heard, Yarugi tried somehow to move backward, but his broken body wouldn’t obey its master.

 

Yarugi, terrified out of his wits, trembled again and spoke.

 

“I-I’m sorry! I, I was wrong, so… pl-please spare my life…!”

 

The moment Jeok-un reached right in front of him, Yarugi met eyes with the murderously fierce Jeok-un and let out a shrill scream, “Eek!”

 

When he thought he would really die helplessly at this rate,

 

“Magyo!”

 

Yarugi played the only card he had.

 

“D-don’t you need information about Magyo to avenge the Shadowless Assassin? I-I’ll give you everything! I’m one of the five elders of Magyo! Th-there must be something you want!”

 

The price for a Magyo member leaking the cult’s information was death.

 

And not an ordinary death, but a terrible killing.

 

But to avoid immediate death, Yarugi could do anything.

 

Even if it meant revealing the cult’s secrets.

 

“…”

 

Stop.

 

Suddenly, Jeok-un stopped walking.

 

A gleam appeared in Yarugi’s eyes.

 

Had he hit the right answer?

 

As Yarugi swallowed nervously in the tension,

 

“Hey, old man.”

 

Jeok-un suddenly called out to Hwang-no, who was sitting collapsed to one side, catching his breath.

 

When Hwang-no looked at him, Jeok-un gestured toward Yarugi with his chin and said.

 

“The old man should finish this.”

 

“…!”

 

“W-wait!!”

 

Yarugi, realizing how the situation was turning, desperately opened his mouth.

 

“I-I said I’d tell you everything! The, the Sword Demon’s location, gah!”

 

Crack!

 

Jeok-un, as if annoyed by the noise, drove his fist into Yarugi’s mouth and said.

 

“Not needed.”

 

“Guh, guhhh.”

 

As Yarugi groaned like he was sobbing with all his teeth shattered, Jeok-un mockingly added a word.

 

“Because I already know everything a bastard like you would know.”

 

“Th-that… huh?!”

 

“Yasudomma.”

 

“…Hi, hiiiek!!”

 

Just as Yarugi was about to deny it saying it was impossible, Hwang-no approached.

 

His eyes blazed fiercely.

 

His son’s enemy.

 

An irreconcilable foe whose very breathing the same air was unacceptable stood before his eyes.

 

“Sp-spare…!”

 

Yarugi screamed as if shrieking, hoping for mercy until the very end.

 

Swoosh-!

 

Hwang-no responded with one decisive sword strike.

 

Thud, thud…

 

The sound of a head rolling on the ground.

 

That was his answer.

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