The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 62

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

 

Chapter 62

 

“Huff, gasp. Oh, I’m going to die…!”

 

Jang Bo-heom unconsciously let out a groan.

 

His pale complexion was an added bonus.

 

As he raised his head with trembling eyes, he could see Extreme Bliss Island in the distance.

 

Jang Bo-heom sprawled out spread-eagle on the sand of the ferry dock.

 

The riverside sand seeped between his clothes, but Jang Bo-heom didn’t care.

 

He had run the entire distance from Bangsam, where the fierce battle took place, to this location without rest at full speed.

 

It wasn’t unreasonable for Jang Bo-heom to groan about dying from exhaustion.

 

However, watching this sight, Jeok-un clicked his tongue as if displeased.

 

“Tsk, to think a guy who’s supposed to be a Daeju of the Ten Heavenly Commanders is panting just from running a bit.”

 

Unlike Jang Bo-heom, Jeok-un didn’t even look out of breath, and his appearance wasn’t disheveled at all.

 

‘He came all the way here without even regulating his breathing once… How can he be so energetic?’

 

Jang Bo-heom looked at Jeok-un as if seeing an incomprehensible oddity.

 

Was he even human?

 

‘I’m not the strange one, you’re the strange one!’

 

Those words really came up past his throat to the tip of his tongue.

 

But he barely swallowed them with truly superhuman patience.

 

If he voiced his true thoughts, fierce punches would be waiting for him.

 

“It, it’s not that… Moyong Family… that guy was really strong…”

 

“Tsk, anyway, that bastard Doyecheon has completely ruined Sadocheon. Look how he’s training like garbage just because he rose to the position of Daeju.”

 

“…I’m sorry.”

 

At those words, Jang Bo-heom felt a surge of emotion but swallowed it down again.

 

Seeing the bloodstains on Jeok-un’s sleeve, he had no choice.

 

The source of those bloodstains was none other than Tang Meng, the second-in-command of the Sacheon Family.

 

‘He’s really about ten years younger than me, so what makes him so strong?’

 

It still didn’t feel real.

 

To think he could kill that Tang Meng so easily, like twisting a child’s wrist.

 

It was martial prowess beyond Jang Bo-heom’s imagination.

 

‘Bucheonju was wrong. That skill… it’s not because of the divine object. It’s his inherent ability.’

 

Bucheonju Doyecheon had emphasized that Jeok-un’s achievements were mere luck dependent on divine objects.

 

But the Jeok-un he saw up close was different.

 

Divine objects aside, his personal martial prowess and achievements were unfathomably deep.

 

‘Didn’t he say he refused the position of Cheon-ju’s disciple? Maybe he’s actually receiving teachings elsewhere?’

 

As Jang Bo-heom thought this and glanced at Jeok-un sideways.

 

“What are you rolling your eyes around for? Want to die?”

 

“No, no! I’m, I’m sorry.”

 

“As soon as we return, I’ll have to put you through hellish training too. With skills like this, you won’t even be helpful.”

 

“Eek…!”

 

Leaving the startled Jang Bo-heom behind, Jeok-un searched around the ferry dock.

 

A small, rotting boat was hidden among the reeds.

 

It was a boat he had Jang Bo-heom prepare in advance to get to Extreme Bliss Island.

 

When its condition was much worse than expected, Jeok-un frowned.

 

“I told you to prepare a boat, and you prepared this thing?”

 

“Well, that’s… if we got a bigger boat, the Heukpaesong guys would notice right away, and big boats are easily detected when approaching the island… I’m, I’m sorry.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Jeok-un nodded at Jang Bo-heom’s explanation.

 

He thought maybe he had slacked off because he didn’t want to work.

 

But listening to it, there were reasonable reasons.

 

“Well, that makes sense.”

 

“Yes, yes! It really does…”

 

As Jang Bo-heom inwardly sighed in relief and patted his chest.

 

“Now, get on.”

 

Jeok-un gave an unexpected command.

 

“What? I’m going too?”

 

“Then who’s going to row the oars, man.”

 

“…Ugh.”

 

Did he have to cross the line between life and death again?

 

As Jang Bo-heom lamented his situation.

 

‘Hm?’

 

Jeok-un’s gaze suddenly whipped to one side.

 

Then a gleam appeared in his eyes.

 

“Well, someone with an amazingly good nose.”

 

“What?”

 

As soon as Jang Bo-heom asked back in confusion.

 

Whoosh!

 

A gust of wind arose, shaking the reeds and water plants.

 

Among the swaying reeds, one person slowly revealed himself.

 

Seeing the man in white robes, Jang Bo-heom’s pupils shook violently.

 

“How persistent.”

 

At this unexpected unwelcome guest, Jeok-un asked plainly.

 

“Did you come to avenge the branch leader? Sword Dragon of Heaven and Earth?”

 

The familiar warrior in white robes.

 

Sword Dragon of Heaven and Earth, Moyong Geon silently glared at Jeok-un.

 

* * *

 

‘Still an annoying guy.’

 

Looking at Moyong Geon, Jeok-un recalled the past before his regression.

 

The young master of the Moyong Family.

 

The only direct disciple taken in by the current Martial Arts Alliance leader, Sword Emperor Namgung Jangcheon.

 

And.

 

‘The future Twin Heaven Sword Saint.’

 

Like the title “Saint” attached to that name.

 

Before his regression, Moyong Geon had been a supreme master who rose to the position of the Four Emperors and Six Saints.

 

At the same time, he was one of the few great men that Jeok-un acknowledged, even while waging a life-and-death war with the orthodox Martial Arts Alliance.

 

‘In the chaotic Martial Arts Alliance manipulated by the Sacheon Family and Jegal Wiyeon, he was the only one who remained as a chivalrous warrior.’

 

If not for the small number of upright warriors led by Moyong Geon, the Martial Arts Alliance would have fallen so disgracefully that they should have removed their orthodox and righteous signboard.

 

His opposition to the war with Sadocheon, or rather the demonic forces that Jeok-un renamed Sapyeonjeon, was proof of that.

 

‘Well, the war still broke out and we crossed swords in the end though.’

 

But that was all a connection that disappeared with his regression.

 

So the current Moyong Geon was just an enemy blocking his path.

 

Jeok-un lightly released his energy and spoke.

 

“It seems you came without your subordinates, do you have business?”

 

“…Aren’t you being too nonchalant after creating such carnage?”

 

“Hmm, I don’t know what you mean.”

 

Jeok-un shrugged his shoulders.

 

As if he were innocent.

 

“I clearly gave you guys a chance. A chance to leave peacefully. But it was you guys who violated my generous mercy, and you guys who attacked first, wasn’t it?”

 

“Are you seriously saying that right now?”

 

Moyong Geon was so dumbfounded that he asked sincerely.

 

Jeok-un also answered sincerely.

 

“Of course. Is there anything wrong with what I said?”

 

“Hah, you even hid troops in the mountains you lured us to.”

 

“Hid them? Those bastards aren’t my subordinates. They’re Geumhwang Sangga’s dogs who conspired with Doyecheon to kill me.”

 

“!!”

 

Jeok-un subtly leaked information about Geumhwang Sangga’s involvement to Moyong Geon.

 

As Moyong Geon fell into thought at this unexpected information, Jeok-un added a remark.

 

“And from the beginning.”

 

“…?”

 

“You had no intention of properly stopping me, did you?”

 

“…!”

 

At Jeok-un’s words, Moyong Geon’s eyes trembled slightly.

 

“…What are you talking about.”

 

“Did you even use thirty percent of your real strength? I don’t think so.”

 

At Jeok-un’s pointed observation, Moyong Geon pressed his lips tightly shut.

 

And hearing this, Jang Bo-heom gaped in shock.

 

‘O-only thirty percent?’

 

It was utterly unbelievable.

 

In the Bangsam battle, Jang Bo-heom had been the one to face Moyong Geon directly.

 

At that time, Jang Bo-heom had given his all, but nearly ended up like Tang Meng several times.

 

Yet that full power was merely thirty percent of Moyong Geon’s strength.

 

‘He’s much stronger than what’s known in Gangho…!’

 

Jang Bo-heom trembled involuntarily.

 

Both Jeok-un beside him and this man – why was Gangho crawling with such monsters!

 

As Jang Bo-heom despaired at his own abilities and limitations, the silent Moyong Geon spoke.

 

“When did you notice?”

 

“When? I obviously noticed from the very beginning.”

 

Breathing, posture, reactions, and so on.

 

There were countless ways to gauge martial prowess.

 

Having once reached the peak, Jeok-un had easily noticed that Moyong Geon was hiding his strength.

 

‘Though it was somewhat unexpected that he’s already stronger than Tang Meng at this point.’

 

If Moyong Geon had actively helped Tang Meng block him, things would have gone wrong or become quite troublesome.

 

But Moyong Geon had hidden his strength to the end and hadn’t actively tried to stop Jeok-un.

 

From the moment he broke into Tongseong County’s branch to the Bangsam battle.

 

That had been a persistent question.

 

‘Now I can find out.’

 

He must have gone through the trouble of chasing him here and revealing himself because of that reason.

 

“As you can see, I’m busy. If you have something to say, hurry up and get lost.”

 

“….”

 

Moyong Geon, who had been pondering Jeok-un’s words for a moment.

 

Swoosh-!

 

Soon reached a conclusion, pulling something from his chest and throwing it to Jeok-un.

 

‘What’s this?’

 

What Moyong Geon threw was a scroll.

 

But upon touching it, he could tell it had been thoroughly treated with oil for waterproofing and preservation.

 

When Jeok-un looked at Moyong Geon with puzzled eyes, Moyong Geon explained the item with an indifferent face.

 

“A sea chart compiled by the Alliance. The destination is Extreme Bliss Island.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“…!!”

 

Jeok-un’s eyes lit up, and Jang Bo-heom gaped.

 

He couldn’t understand it at all.

 

Jang Bo-heom looked at Moyong Geon with bewilderment.

 

‘Why would the Sword Dragon of Heaven and Earth? Has he suddenly gone mad?’

 

If this reached the Martial Arts Alliance’s ears, even being the Maengju’s direct disciple wouldn’t save him from punishment for this act of betrayal.

 

Moyong Geon continued.

 

“This is payment for avenging my younger sister who suffered humiliation.”

 

“…!”

 

What Moyong Geon revealed was a completely different reason.

 

‘Ah, so that’s how it was.’

 

Yachu, Jijung-yeong.

 

The lustful demon Jeok-un had killed previously.

 

‘Right, I remember. The daughter of Moyong Sega nearly suffered terrible things at Jijung-yeong’s hands.’

 

The reason Jijung-yeong had sought refuge with Doyecheon was because of the Martial Arts Alliance’s death warrant, issued by none other than Moyong Sega.

 

After boldly attempting to assault Moyong Sega’s precious daughter and failing, he barely escaped with his life to Sadocheon’s territory.

 

Bucheonju Doyecheon had laundered Jijung-yeong’s identity and used him as a subordinate.

 

Because Doyecheon had given him a new face and identity, Moyong Sega couldn’t get their revenge.

 

But this time, when news spread widely even to Jeongpa that Jeok-un had killed Yachu and was called the Soul-Shattering Mad Wolf, they learned of it.

 

‘Hah, Moyong Sega is famous for carving gratitude in steel and grudges in stone, and it was true.’

 

Moyong Geon recited with his still cold, desert-dry face.

 

“With this, our main family no longer owes you any debt. So next time, I will definitely make you pay for your crimes.”

 

“With just that level of skill?”

 

Jeok-un burst into laughter as if it were absurd.

 

However, Moyong Geon turned his back without caring whether Jeok-un mocked him or not.

 

‘That arrogant bastard is the same now as before.’

 

Jeok-un followed Moyong Geon’s retreating figure with his eyes, then tossed the sea chart to Jang Bo-heom.

 

Jang Bo-heom caught the chart, examined it once, then scurried over to Jeok-un and asked.

 

“According to this map, it looks like we could easily approach while avoiding all the Heukpaesong enemies’ eyes? B-but can we trust it?”

 

“It should be trustworthy.”

 

“But there’s a possibility it’s a trap….”

 

“It won’t be a trap.”

 

Jeok-un said decisively.

 

At the look that seemed to ask how he could know and trust that, Jeok-un chuckled and said.

 

“That guy isn’t the type to act so disgracefully.”

 

Jeok-un said this while inwardly reflecting on the unexpected connection.

 

And he felt it like an intuition.

 

That they would meet again before long.

 

Thus Jeok-un gazed for a moment in the direction where Moyong Geon had completely disappeared.

 

“Well then, shall we go retrieve the divine object.”

 

Following the Martial Arts Alliance, he boarded the ferry to destroy Heukpaesong.

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