The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 65

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

 

Chapter 65

 

“…Kyaaahhh!!”

 

“Kkeuk!”

 

The moment he left the main residence, terrible screams struck his ears.

 

Seo Do-yeom immediately determined the direction and led his subordinates as he rushed forward.

 

Papapat-!

 

In the field of vision while using lightness skill at full power.

 

From the island shores, all the defensive lines built from the docking facilities had been destroyed.

 

The path leading to the main residence was filled with corpses, pieces of flesh, and bloodstains.

 

Especially the scent of blood was so intense that he couldn’t smell even a trace of the river’s characteristic fishy odor.

 

Even though it was a pitch-black night shrouded in darkness, whenever light occasionally shone, the river water dyed bright red could be seen.

 

For that deep river water to be dyed red.

 

Countless lives had died.

 

“Master! Over, over there!”

 

“!!”

 

Everyone who looked in the direction the vice-master pointed all gaped their mouths open.

 

Two streaks of light flashed.

 

Each time the twin swords embroidered the void, three or four were cut down and died.

 

The very culprit who caused this trouble, Jeok-un, had already reached right in front of the main residence.

 

‘What the hell is that bastard.’

 

Seo Do-yeom swallowed dry saliva.

 

He could feel the yin-yang energy raging wildly before his eyes.

 

Truly a battle like a wild beast.

 

Just like his alias, Pa-hwan Gwang-rang itself.

 

Seo Do-yeom’s eyes, which had been carefully observing everything, gradually settled calmly.

 

‘My thinking was wrong. That bastard really defeated Tang Meng with his own skill.’

 

As Seo Do-yeom made that judgment, even at this moment, his subordinates were dying.

 

However, Seo Do-yeom had no intention of helping those subordinates, only capturing Jeok-un’s battle in detail with his eyes.

 

The purpose of sacrificing his subordinates was naturally to observe and gauge Jeok-un’s martial arts and military power.

 

‘That’s not the martial arts of Jegal Sega. Rather than orthodox techniques, it’s a sword built up with blood like ours.’

 

Orthodox techniques, that is, there were no forms and methods that martial arts perfected over generations would display.

 

This was what Seo Do-yeom had seen correctly, because the martial art Jeok-un was using now was precisely the Red Heaven Milky Way Sword.

 

The Red Heaven Milky Way Sword was an extremely practical sword technique that Jeok-un had directly created while wandering battlefields before his regression.

 

‘But if that’s the case, you cannot defeat me.’

 

Seo Do-yeom was confident of that.

 

His reasoning was also solid.

 

‘No matter how much you raised your realm by borrowing the power of divine objects, it’s impossible for such a brat to match my experience and insights.’

 

In ‘martial arts,’ the ‘arts’ means achievements.

 

The flow of accumulated years is itself a weapon.

 

Seo Do-yeom had lived his entire life as a Sapa member, meeting, breaking, and killing countless opponents like Jeok-un.

 

‘The only thing I need to be concerned about is those two mysterious divine objects.’

 

For a moment, greed unconsciously flickered in Seo Do-yeom’s eyes.

 

Objects that were clearly extraordinary at a glance.

 

If he could obtain those…

 

The high wall of Hyeon-gyeong that he couldn’t overcome for a long time.

 

He might finally be able to break through that wall.

 

Therefore, Seo Do-yeom continued analyzing Jeok-un, not caring whether his subordinates died or not.

 

The more information about Jeok-un he had, the easier it would be to deal with him later.

 

“Master! Are you just going to watch like this!”

 

At that moment, Gwihae-odeu Mukchampbu Dong-ak, who had been burning with anxiety beside him, raised his voice.

 

Starting with the youngest Deung-pyeong, three had already died, making him the remaining Gwihae-odu.

 

“Brothers are dying-! Keuk…!”

 

However, Dong-ak’s protest was useless.

 

Before Dong-ak could finish speaking.

 

Seo Do-yeom had grabbed Dong-ak by the throat.

 

“Ma, Master. Kkeureuk.”

 

“How dare you-.”

 

Seo Do-yeom glared coldly at the second of Gwihae-odu, Dong-ak, and muttered.

 

“Act so insolently.”

 

“Kkeuk, kkeueuk…!”

 

Seo Do-yeom’s grip tightened.

 

Dong-ak’s throat gradually crumbled.

 

Finally.

 

Crack!

 

Dong-ak’s throat shattered, and Dong-ak collapsed limply.

 

Seo Do-yeom glanced at Dong-ak with murderous eyes, then threw him away lightly like disposing of trash.

 

“Vice-master.”

 

“Yes, yes! Master!”

 

The vice-master, Hak-sang-gwi, who was now alone after four of Gwihae-odu had died, hurriedly bowed his head.

 

“Use the wheel formation to drain his energy.”

 

“I obey!”

 

Hak-sang-gwi, who bowed deeply to Seo Do-yeom, immediately led his direct subordinates and charged at Jeok-un.

 

“Kill him!!”

 

“Die!”

 

“You bastard!!”

 

Seo Do-yeom stood still, watching Hak-sang-gwi and his subordinates begin their battle.

 

Although Seo Do-yeom already sensed their doom, he actually didn’t care at all.

 

To him, subordinates were merely disposable cards.

 

Looking at Jeok-un, Seo Do-yeom twisted his lips with a bitter smile.

 

‘Those who raise their realm with divine objects all have one common misconception.’

 

Thinking that when martial arts become stronger, stamina also increases.

 

The absolute value called internal energy cannot surpass the wall of time, no matter how outstanding the talent.

 

‘The moment your strength weakens even slightly.’

 

I’ll take your head right then.

 

Seo Do-yeom repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists while waiting for the right moment.

 

For the moment when Jeok-un’s strength would wane.

 

* * *

 

From the moment he set foot on Extreme Bliss Island, Jeok-un enjoyed the exhilaration that combat brought.

 

‘Certainly, the Heukpaesong bastards are worth fighting.’

 

The vice-master of Extreme Bliss Island, Hak-sang-gwi, and his subordinates who just charged were the same.

 

Even when deploying the same wheel formation or sword formation, Jeongpa and Sapa were clearly different.

 

While Jeongpa valued dignity and reputation, Sapa’s Heukpaesong fought with everything on the line solely to kill their opponent, without such concerns.

 

Despicably and eerily.

 

“Die!”

 

“Grab him!”

 

“Now’s the chance!”

 

To gain even one step, to obstruct even momentarily.

 

Not only did they charge disregarding their lives.

 

They didn’t hesitate to do things that Jeongpa would avoid as base and honor-defiling.

 

A prime example was the Naryeo Tagon technique.

 

The Naryeo Tagon technique, which Jeongpa considers shameful and hesitates to use, is employed without hesitation by the Heukpaesong bastards.

 

And throwing sand, mixing poison or hidden weapons into it—that goes without saying.

 

“Argh, my, my arm…!”

 

In the midst of this, they don’t care if their comrades get swept up by hidden weapons.

 

As mentioned before, they’re the type who’ll do anything if it means winning.

 

Even if that method involves using their comrades as bait.

 

‘But this is real combat.’

 

Crack!

 

Crunch!

 

And Jeok-un was handling such ambushes and attacks with such familiarity, steadily killing them off.

 

‘What, what the…?!’

 

‘That bastard, wasn’t he from the Jegal clan?’

 

‘How is he so familiar with…?’

 

He was so composed that even Hak-sang-gwi and his subordinates were bewildered.

 

As Jeok-un proved it wasn’t mere luck, dodging what needed dodging, deflecting what needed deflecting, and even turning their dirty tricks against them to reduce their numbers.

 

“Don’t, don’t go in too deep! Fall back!”

 

Hak-sang-gwi modified his orders while inwardly feeling perplexed.

 

‘Damn it, how can a wet-behind-the-ears brat do this?!’

 

Even if he’s a Jeongpa warrior, one could react like Jeok-un with enough experience.

 

But Jeok-un was just a youngster who had barely reached adulthood.

 

At an age where he hadn’t even lost his baby fat, how could he fight like this?

 

Since the wheel formation wasn’t achieving any results, Hak-sang-gwi was flustered.

 

Normally, he should already be like a rat in a trap, panicking and slowly dying.

 

‘Tsk, this won’t do.’

 

Swoosh!!

 

Judging that he could no longer remain idle, Hak-sang-gwi charged forward desperately.

 

Whoosh!

 

Swish!

 

He swung his sickle filled with inner energy relentlessly.

 

But not a single strike connected.

 

‘Well then—’

 

Just as Jeok-un was about to calmly cut down Hak-sang-gwi as well.

 

Whoosh!

 

Crash!

 

“Kuk!”

 

“…!”

 

With an intense sound of cutting through air, Hak-sang-gwi came flying toward him.

 

Disheveled posture, pained expression, an uncontrolled body flying like a sack.

 

And behind him.

 

Seo Do-yeom finally revealed himself with a triumphant smile.

 

‘Did he throw his subordinate as a sacrifice?’

 

True to his nickname Haeiljeonkwang (Sea Overflow Fist Madman), he had blown away his own subordinate Hak-sang-gwi with his fist wind to successfully approach.

 

And Seo Do-yeom’s purpose was precisely.

 

Grab!

 

“Got you.”

 

Wol-ha.

 

Seo Do-yeom had surprisingly grasped Wol-ha firmly with his right hand wearing the Seolhon Sutu.

 

At the same time, the Seolhon Sutu glowed ominously.

 

Swish!

 

It began absorbing all of Wol-ha’s yin energy.

 

“…!”

 

Jeok-un tried to pull the blade out, but the caught blade wouldn’t budge an inch.

 

“The Seolhon Sutu devours the yin energy of all things!”

 

Seo Do-yeom spoke triumphantly, and this was true.

 

Right now, at this very moment, Wol-ha’s yin energy was fading away.

 

Whoosh!

 

Swish!

 

Jeok-un immediately swung Il-cheon.

 

Avoiding the blazing sword energy, Seo Do-yeom finally stepped back.

 

But in that brief moment, his purpose had been accomplished.

 

Hiss…

 

Before long, Wol-ha in Jeok-un’s hand had withered like a faded flower.

 

Swish!

 

The Seolhon Sutu, conversely, was glowing pure white.

 

“Kekeke! Kahaha!”

 

Seo Do-yeom giggled as he watched this.

 

“Now one sword has been sealed.”

 

The Seolhon Sutu on both his hands was emitting even more intense yin energy.

 

Yin energy so intense that Tang Meng would have frozen to death long ago.

 

Seo Do-yeom seemed unaffected, handling the gloves with complete mastery.

 

He had fully adapted to the Seolhon Sutu, the martial treasure of the Northern Ice Palace.

 

“It’s a divine artifact beyond expectations. Far too good for the likes of you.”

 

Seo Do-yeom taunted with an air of leisure.

 

Step— Step—

 

Having already expended considerable energy fighting his subordinates.

 

On top of that, he had lost one of the divine artifacts that was the source of his ability to cause such trouble.

 

‘Now you can never defeat me!!’

 

Naturally convinced he had seized an unshakeable opportunity, Seo Do-yeom slowly approached Jeok-un while scattering cold energy in all directions.

 

“Boy, it seems you’ve achieved excessive accomplishments through some stroke of heaven’s luck. But treasures have owners befitting their station. So if you want to die peacefully, right now—”

 

But before Seo Do-yeom could finish speaking.

 

“Tsk, I wondered how long you’d keep spouting nonsense, and there’s no end to it.”

 

“!!”

 

Jeok-un cut him off and drew upon the Paecheon Singi.

 

Whoosh!

 

Swish!

 

Tremendous inner power surged destructively from Jeok-un’s body.

 

‘What, what?!’

 

Watching this, Seo Do-yeom couldn’t hide his bewildered expression.

 

As soon as Jeok-un drew upon the Paecheon Singi.

 

Whoosh!

 

Swish!

 

As if questioning whether its yin energy had really been stolen.

 

Wol-ha began scattering even more brilliant white light than before.

 

“This is exactly the problem with old geezers hiding in back rooms.”

 

“You bastard…!”

 

Openly mocking the flustered Seo Do-yeom.

 

“Not knowing their eyes have gone bad, they see the world however they please.”

 

Jeok-un’s eyes gleamed colder than Wol-ha itself.

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