The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 59
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Evil Hegemon Martial God
Chapter 59
Get the hell out of here…?
How dare he say that to him?
“Ha.”
Tang Meng let out a bitter laugh.
They say when something is too absurd, you laugh instead of getting angry.
That was exactly his situation.
But that was only momentary. Tang Meng glared at Jeok-un with murderous intent in his eyes and spoke.
“I’ve heard plenty of rumors about you.”
“Oh, has word of my great achievements already spread to the Jeongpa scum?”
“…They said you were a madman who couldn’t tell heaven from earth. It’s really true.”
“Hm? Are you introducing yourself?”
Crack.
Tang Meng ground his teeth.
Jeok-un kept running his sharp tongue recklessly to the end.
In the valley of emotions that had been filled with bewilderment, anger now took its place.
Tang Meng asked without hiding his murderous aura at all.
“You told us to leave this place?”
“That’s right. I’ll give you enough time to pack your things, so get the hell out.”
“…What if we refuse?”
This wasn’t just words.
Before anyone knew it, Tang Meng had daggers in his hands.
Shing!
Two jet-black daggers like a viper’s venomous fangs.
These were the twin daggers that made Tang Meng known in Gangho as the Poison Dagger Yama.
“What do you think?”
Jeok-un remained calm even before the twin daggers.
He didn’t even assume a combat stance.
This was a manifestation of his confidence that Tang Meng couldn’t harm him no matter what he did.
“If you won’t listen, you’ll have to get beaten until you do listen and then get lost.”
This was proven by his provocative words.
Whoosh-!!
As soon as Jeok-un finished speaking, Tang Meng charged at him.
It was truly lightning-fast speed and swiftness.
“I’ll tear that mouth of yours apart!”
“Branch Leader-!”
Tang Meng approached Jeok-un in just a couple of steps.
And Moyong Geon’s attempt to restrain Tang Meng upon seeing this.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say these happened almost simultaneously.
‘This is definitely a trap!’
The reason Moyong Geon warned Tang Meng was because he suspected a trap.
A skilled member of Sadocheon, or the chief administrator in charge of Tongseong County, attacking a Martial Arts Alliance branch alone without any escort?
‘That’s impossible!’
So this had to be a trap.
Moyong Geon was certain of this, but Tang Meng’s temperament was so explosive that he had completely dismissed such possibilities.
Even if he hadn’t dismissed them, he probably wouldn’t have cared.
A young brat who couldn’t even compare in status and rank, and moreover a descendant of the detested Jegal Clan.
Invading his territory with dirty feet, spitting and mocking him?
Tolerating this was impossible for Tang Meng.
So Tang Meng charged like a rabid dog.
“As expected, Dang Family bastards are easy to handle for this reason.”
“…!”
He was faced with Jeok-un’s blatant mockery.
‘What?’
But the aura that Tang Meng confirmed up close from Jeok-un was emanating an unexpectedly powerful presence.
Sharp as glass, a killing intent honed like a blade shot forth.
Just as Tang Meng saw Jeok-un as his family’s enemy, Jeok-un also saw Tang Meng as an enemy.
‘Perfect. I can kill the Dang Family’s hunting dog too.’
Before his regression, Jeok-un also had an unbreakable bitter relationship with the Sacheon Family.
Jeok-un was looking at Tang Meng, but he was glaring at the shadow standing behind him.
Privately Tang Meng’s older brother, and officially the current head of the Sacheon Family.
An ambitious man who would usurp the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader in the near future, just as Doyecheon had done.
The Poison World Dark Lord, Dang Cheon-hwi.
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Crash!
With the collision, an explosive sound burst forth, and the poison qi emanating from the twin daggers and the extreme yin cold qi that seemed to freeze even one’s spirit swept around like ripples.
‘…!!’
Clang!
Tang Meng, who had lightly exchanged blows, was inwardly flustered.
The force transmitted from his opponent was by no means something to ignore.
Whoosh!
In his opponent’s hand was now a mysterious pure white sword.
The source of the cold qi that seemed to freeze even one’s soul just moments ago was none other than Wol-ha.
Tang Meng swallowed a gasp inwardly.
‘…At that age, Hwagyeong?’
Though hard to believe, objective evidence doesn’t change.
Tang Meng accepted reality and quickly turned his mind.
‘The Jegal Clan has no ice techniques. Then he must be showing off with some trivial martial arts obtained from Sadocheon.’
Since a legitimate son of one of the Seven Great Clans had converted to Sapa, it seemed the Sadocheonju had bestowed useful spiritual objects and martial arts.
Tang Meng thought this and changed his mind about playing with him lightly before killing him.
‘Even if it’s Hwagyeong, it doesn’t matter! At best, he’s only at the beginning stage!’
No matter how outstanding that bastard was, if he fought with full power, he would become like Sun Wukong in Buddha’s palm.
‘I’ll show you why I’m called the Poison Dagger Yama.’
“I’ll kill this man!”
Therefore, Tang Meng declared boldly.
“No one interfere!”
At Tang Meng’s declaration, the Martial Arts Alliance Members who had been surrounding Jeok-un and looking for openings flinched and stepped back.
Whoosh!
At the same time, Tang Meng charged at Jeok-un once again.
Whoosh!
While doing so, he drew upon his family’s secret technique, the Poison Source Blood Flow Art, with full power.
The alias Poison Dagger Yama wasn’t an empty name.
Though it was true that his explosive temperament made him easily excited, that didn’t mean he fought recklessly.
Tang Meng was originally an executive equivalent to a Danzu level in Sadocheon.
He was a supreme master whose martial prowess had reached the peak of Hwagyeong.
‘A bastard who doesn’t know his place!’
‘They won’t even find your corpse!’
Therefore, all the Martial Arts Alliance Members watching the situation thought that Jeok-un could never defeat Tang Meng.
Swoosh!
Just then, black poison qi shot through Nogung Hyeol, forming a vortex as it aimed for Jeok-un.
Spot-!
Jeok-un tilted his head back to dodge.
Though he barely avoided it, the hem of his clothes that was grazed corroded from the poison qi and rotted away instantly.
Flutter-!
At that moment, Tang Meng’s outstretched sleeve flapped violently.
This was no coincidence.
“Die!!”
It was a unique form of the Dang Family’s secret technique, concealing hidden weapons through movements and clothing.
Papa…pat!
Countless hidden weapons poured down like a storm, like a blizzard, like waves.
Some were fast and fierce.
Some were slow and stealthy.
What they had in common was that whatever they hit would be fatal.
Hidden weapons were released and stopped repeatedly according to the flow of Dokyeon Hyeolyugong and the Dang Family’s secret techniques.
Each move cut off the opponent’s breathing and scattered their attention.
It wasn’t for nothing that the Sachen Dang Family was called the master of poison and hidden weapons in Baekdo Jeongpa.
Swish-!!
Every time Tang Meng’s flowing martial robes fluttered, hidden weapons poured out by the handful or by the bushel.
But Jeok-un wasn’t just taking it lying down.
Swoosh!
Clang clang clang!
Orange flames covered the void.
Wielding his sword with precision and speed, he deflected all the hidden weapons pouring down on him like a downpour.
But then it happened.
‘Now’s the time!’
Tang Meng didn’t miss the thread-thin opening and unleashed the most vicious hidden weapon he possessed.
Pfft!
A feathered needle grazed past Jeok-un’s ear.
Drip.
Blood burst from Jeok-un’s earlobe.
Seeing this, Tang Meng shouted in certainty of victory.
“Uhahahaha! Foolish bastard! You’re a dead man now!!”
Tang Meng’s internal cultivation method, Dokyeon Hyeolyugong, had the ability to absorb extreme poisons extracted from all kinds of toxic substances into the body and synthesize them with internal energy.
In other words, when imbuing hidden weapons with internal energy, extreme poison was also contained within.
Even such a minor wound could poison someone enough to make them cough up blood and die within seven breaths.
‘With the poison qi penetrating, he won’t even be able to move his body properly!’
Swish!
The twin daggers aimed for Jeok-un’s right arm holding the sword.
Since the opponent was already finished.
He planned to first take the divine weapon that looked extraordinary at first glance, then toy with him.
Clang-!
However.
‘…Huh?’
Wol-ha, blocking the twin daggers, still held firm strength.
As if this level of poison was nothing at all.
“Are you insane? You scratch one earlobe and get so excited about it?”
Jeok-un spoke as if bewildered and swung his sword without hesitation.
‘Wh-what?!’
Clang clang clang-!
The twin daggers and Wol-ha clashed like a storm.
Papa pat!
‘That can’t be!’
At the same time, Tang Meng’s sleeves fluttered ceaselessly, scattering hidden weapons as if to cover surfaces and fill space.
Ting ting ting!
But not a single one reached Jeok-un.
Tang Meng was genuinely flustered by this.
He had no choice but to acknowledge it.
His opponent wasn’t poisoned at all.
‘…Was he really hiding his true skill?’
The moment he confirmed his opponent’s appearance without shedding a single drop of sweat.
Chill.
Tang Meng felt eeriness for the first time in his life.
Then he immediately changed tactics.
‘I-I need to use Guhwansalbi…!’
The ultimate secret of the dagger technique Tang Meng prided himself on was precisely Guhwansalbi.
It got its name because the mere two twin daggers appeared to be nine blades, as if one were seeing illusions.
Whoosh!
Swoosh!
With the sound of air being torn apart, Tang Meng’s hands rapidly multiplied to three, four, five.
Afterimages remained due to the incredible speed.
Like all of Asura’s arms being real, nine daggers rushed toward Jeok-un’s vital points.
Originally, phantoms created by illusory swords are merely illusions, but Guhwansalbi is different.
Truth, not illusion.
If you try to distinguish between real and fake among the afterimages, your vital points will be pierced and you’ll die.
However…
Clang clang!
“Tsk, stop showing off such petty tricks.”
“!!”
Jeok-un broke through all of Guhwansalbi’s attacks far too easily.
Whether afterimages or illusions, it didn’t matter.
‘I just need to smash everything in front of me to pieces.’
Based on the power of Paecheon Singi overflowing from his entire body, he just needed to tear apart all of the enemy’s attacks.
Swoosh!
Tremendous momentum that absolutely couldn’t be considered the beginning stage of Hwagyeong poured out from Jeok-un.
This harmony had one reason.
Because he had consumed Geumnyeongseol in his battle with Yasudomma and reached the fourth level of Paecheon Singi.
Moreover, of the energy remaining in his meridians that he couldn’t absorb at the time, he had additionally absorbed about half on the way here.
‘I’ve reached the mastery of Hwagyeong.’
But even so, according to Gangho’s general common sense, it was a clear principle that a martial artist at Hwagyeong mastery could never defeat a martial artist at the peak level.
However, Jeok-un could overturn this.
‘Not all Hwagyeong are the same Hwagyeong.’
Those who know nothing divide martial levels into beginning, mastery, and peak.
But from Jeok-un’s perspective, all of that was useless.
‘What matters is the essence of enlightenment and the mysteries of combat.’
This is the fundamental reason why superiority and inferiority are divided even with the same achievement.
Even with the same achievement, the inner substance contained varies tremendously.
Scrape!
Slash!
Wounds began to accumulate on Tang Meng’s body, one by one.
His neat martial robes became tattered rags, and his hair became disheveled like a condemned prisoner’s.
As if foretelling the future of the Dang Family.
“Kugh, kkeuk!!”
Just as Tang Meng was letting out only pained groans.
Jeok-un smiled wickedly as he carved deep cuts into Tang Meng’s forearm and spoke.
“The Dang Family repays kindness twofold and grudges tenfold, they say.”
“…!”
“At this rate, you won’t even pay the proper price, will you?”
Work harder, Poison Flame Yama.
The moment Jeok-un mockingly spoke that title.
Snap!
The last thread of patience snapped in Tang Meng’s mind.
“Uaaaah!! I’ll kill you!!”
Tang Meng charged like a madman.
He charged forward, momentarily forgetting that the current battle situation was unfavorable to him.
What else could one call it but truly insane?
However.
“The one who can’t tell heaven from earth is you.”
The price was devastating.
Thunk!
Slash!
The horrific sound of flesh being torn that made one shudder just hearing it.
Simultaneously, his left arm and eye socket burned hotly.
“Keu, keuk?!”
One side of Tang Meng’s vision turned black.
While lightly deflecting Tang Meng’s reckless assault.
Drip.
Jeok-un had slashed one eye while taking his left arm as well.
“I’ll take that useless-looking eyeball for myself.
Along with Jeok-un’s mockery.
“Keuaaaaaaak!!!”
Tang Meng’s terrible scream echoed through the air.
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