The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 66
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Evil Hegemon Martial God
Chapter 66
Poison Flame Yama Tang Meng and Sea Overflow Fist Maniac Seo Do-yeom are publicly known as being at the peak of Hwagyeong, with not much difference between them.
However, the evaluation they received in Gangho was vastly different.
Though it was hushed up in front of Tang Meng himself, Seo Do-yeom received much higher praise.
The reason was one thing – the difference in ‘experience’.
Tang Meng was a blade forged by the Sacheon Family, a person who reached the peak of Hwagyeong through the entire family’s investment.
However, due to the backing of the Sacheon Family, he didn’t have many life-or-death combat experiences.
He was always in advantageous or winning situations much more often.
On the other hand, Seo Do-yeom was a self-made man from the bottom, like any typical Sapa member.
Before establishing himself on Extreme Bliss Island, he crossed the line between life and death regardless of rivers or seas, building up all kinds of grudges and accumulating fame – no, infamy.
In other words, Seo Do-yeom was a veteran among veterans.
Even with the same martial prowess as Tang Meng, they could not be equal.
Because the weight of accumulated insights and enlightenment was different.
‘Moreover, he has the demonic weapon called Seolhon Sutu.’
Even before his regression, the divine object called Seolhon Sutu existed in Jeok-un’s memory.
It was the martial treasure of the Northern Ice Palace, the most threatening and notorious in many ways among the unorthodox forces.
According to the owner’s capability, it could control all yin energy.
A divine object that could freely overlay yin energy onto one’s martial arts.
Naturally, the Northern Ice Palace made efforts to retrieve this treasure.
Because of this, a major incident once occurred in Gangho, so Jeok-un couldn’t help but remember it.
Therefore, Jeok-un was curious.
‘Seolhon Sutu is said to grow stronger by consuming yin energy. Then what if I let it feast to its extreme limit? Could it actually defeat Wol-ha?’
So Jeok-un deliberately used Wol-ha to draw Seo Do-yeom’s attention.
And let the man properly feast on Wol-ha’s yin energy.
Anyone who knew would call it madness, but that’s exactly why Jeok-un attempted it.
‘If Wol-ha reveals a weakness from having its yin energy consumed, it might overcome that and gain even greater power.’
It was the same logic as when he challenged Dokgo Cheon during the Sadocheon entrance exam, even in a more foolish state than now.
The only way to break through limits, whether for a martial artist or a divine weapon, was to overcome the worst adversity.
…However, the results weren’t always successful.
Having confirmed the power of Seolhon Sutu after it consumed Wol-ha’s energy, Jeok-un said:
“Tsk, not even worth a hair of Wol-ha. How trivial.”
He was frowning as if he had seen something he shouldn’t have.
Unlike Wol-ha, which scattered milky white radiance like a full moon in the night sky, Seolhon Sutu was flickering too unstably like a flame before the wind.
Something had gone wrong with Wol-ha’s yin energy, which exceeded the limits that Seolhon Sutu could handle.
‘Kugh! Wh-what is this?!’
Seo Do-yeom, wearing Seolhon Sutu, was bewildered by the suddenly rampaging yin energy, but couldn’t stop.
He had already reached close range of Jeok-un.
Clang!!
Crash!
At that moment, the milky white Wol-ha and grayish white Seolhon Sutu collided.
“Kugh!!”
A massive shockwave swept through the surroundings.
The exploding yin energy spread throughout the area in concentric circles.
The sloped hills and mounds, rocks and foundations everywhere turned pure white in an instant.
The entire land and terrain had been covered with frost.
“S-save me-.”
“Kek…!”
But it wasn’t just the terrain that was covered in frost.
The remaining Extreme Bliss Island branch members screamed and died as they froze.
The two divine objects were entities containing tremendous yin energy.
The bitter cold energy generated when yin energy clashed with yin energy turned all the remaining members of Extreme Bliss Island into ice sculptures.
Only two people remained standing on their own feet – Jeok-un and Seo Do-yeom.
Crack crack crack-!
Sparks flew as Seolhon Sutu and Wol-ha clashed, then immediately froze.
Sword winds and fist energy swept through the surroundings.
Fist strikes worthy of the nickname and reputation of Sea Overflow Fist Maniac poured down like a storm.
Like a renowned Sapa fist master, he shattered and pierced through the sword’s shadows, persistently targeting Jeok-un’s vital points.
Clang!
Crash!
But amid the crossing of slashes and fist shadows.
Seo Do-yeom’s face gradually filled with bewilderment.
‘Why, why isn’t that bastard’s divine weapon losing its power?’
He had clearly absorbed all the yin energy the divine weapon possessed with Seolhon Sutu.
“Kugh!”
The sword now trying to split his head.
Wasn’t the yin energy condensed on that blade the same as what he had absorbed, or even greater?
The moment Seo Do-yeom’s concentration wavered like that.
“What idle thoughts are you having? Your fist techniques are getting more pathetic by the moment, making me want to vomit.”
“?!”
Jeok-un noticed like a ghost and struck in.
Crash!
Bang!
Where Seo Do-yeom had been standing, a crater like a meteor impact was carved by Jeok-un’s single sword strike.
A chill ran down his spine.
Seo Do-yeom had to acknowledge it.
‘He’s absolutely not below me…!’
That Jeok-un was at least his equal.
Grind-!
So Seo Do-yeom gritted his teeth tightly and immediately corrected his mindset.
Tang Meng, that fool, probably got caught off guard until the very end.
But he was different – someone who had crawled up desperately from the bottom.
‘Right, I won’t rely on the divine weapon’s power anymore and face the enemy with martial arts. From now on, I’ll stake my life and fight properly!’
How many times had he returned from the brink of death?
Each time, he had staked his life and clashed with his opponents, and had always returned alive.
This time would be no different.
He clenched both fists wearing Seolhon Sutu tightly.
Whoosh!
With a sound of tearing air, Seo Do-yeom threw his right fist.
Jeok-un stepped back with his left foot and lightly evaded the attack.
Swish!
At the same time, Jeok-un’s sword flew toward Seo Do-yeom like a living snake.
‘I’ll take it head-on!’
Seo Do-yeom drew up the internal energy of Parang Heart Technique from his dantian.
It was a profound martial art he had obtained upon reaching the rank of Danzu in Heukpaesong.
Specialized in yin energy, it was also the foundation that allowed him to properly handle Seolhon Sutu.
In addition, Seo Do-yeom’s signature technique, (Remnant Sea Fist Energy), blazed forth.
Crash!
Clang!
In the blink of an eye, fist shadows and sword strikes collided three or four times.
Parrrrr…!
Perpung!
With a rough explosive sound, Jeok-un’s body was pushed back, leaving a long trail on the ground.
‘Got him…!’
Seeing this, Seo Do-yeom gained confidence and pressed Jeok-un even harder.
Spot-!
Seo Do-yeom’s fist thrust forward, digging deep.
A fist fighter must naturally close in on the enemy.
A swordsman must maintain a certain distance.
“Stop running around like a rat!”
Seo Do-yeom, having found his confidence, shouted as he tried to grab Jeok-un.
As a fist fighter, he would naturally have some skill in claw techniques.
His plan was to grab the wrist and twist it.
Jeok-un tried to cut off those fingers with Wol-ha.
Kakang!
Fingers made of bone and flesh clashed with the sword, producing a metallic sound.
Being a master who had reached the peak of Hwagyeong, even his flesh fingers were no different from cold weapons.
If caught even once, the skin wouldn’t just be cut but torn away.
Swaek!
Paaaa!
Understanding the intent, Jeok-un reacted in time and pulled his body back.
“You’ve been fooled-!”
Swaek!
But at that moment, Seo Do-yeom completely reversed his offensive.
The claw attack was a feint, and his hidden left fist flew toward the jaw.
Pereong!
A compressed air-breaking sound echoed, but.
“Whew. Well, it’s a bit better than Tang Meng, I suppose.”
Cheocheok.
“This is all you’ve got.”
“?!”
Jeok-un blocked Seo Do-yeom’s secret move far too easily with his other hand.
The excitement that had been on Jeok-un’s face when the fight began had completely disappeared.
He felt no pleasure or tension whatsoever.
It couldn’t be helped.
No matter how powerful a divine weapon one possessed, what joy could there be in fighting a wretch who had forgotten a warrior’s duty and neglected training?
Jeok-un decided to finish this now.
He had confirmed all the power and potential that the Soul-Freezing Hand possessed.
He could find no more interesting elements in Seo Do-yeom.
“You’re too shabby to be the first sacrifice.”
“…What?”
The first sacrifice to bring down Heukpaesong, that is.
Without conveying the rest of his words to the bewildered Seo Do-yeom.
Kwarrrrr!
Kaaang!
Jeok-un struck down with Wol-ha wrapped in Paecheon Singi at the Soul-Freezing Hand.
“Ugh, uggeuk!?”
Seo Do-yeom made a groaning sound in panic.
The divine weapon, Soul-Freezing Hand, also let out a scream.
Suaaaaa!
The moment it touched the opponent’s sword, its yin energy was stolen.
It was the exact opposite of when Seo Do-yeom had grabbed Wol-ha and stolen its yin energy earlier.
Jeok-un twisted the corner of his mouth.
“Since you can’t use what I gave you properly, I’ll have to take it back.”
“!!”
Kaaaang!
Kaaaang!
Jeok-un pressed forward even more cruelly, as if he had been waiting for this.
Under the successive sword strikes, Seo Do-yeom could only cross both arms in an X-shape to block the attacks.
As all his energy was being stolen, the strength in his entire body decreased exponentially.
Wol-ha raged like an enraged sea dragon.
No matter how massive a ship might be.
It cannot overcome the tsunami of the sea.
The Soul-Freezing Hand vomited up everything it had, was trampled, and plundered.
“Kkeuggeuk, geuk…!”
Seo Do-yeom groaned in pain.
His internal energy had reached rock bottom.
The Soul-Freezing Hand couldn’t withstand Wol-ha’s yin energy and was freezing its own master’s grip.
Both hands felt like they would tear apart.
No, he wished they would just tear them off.
‘This, this is impossible…’
In that moment, Seo Do-yeom instinctively realized.
That he would never be able to survive this death trap.
Thud.
Seo Do-yeom immediately dropped to both knees on the ground.
His will to fight had already completely disappeared.
Seo Do-yeom crawled to Jeok-un’s feet, trembling from the cold, and said.
“Sp, spare my life. Then I’ll tell you the secret of the Soul-Freezing Hand that I discovered. This is a secret that even the Binggung bastards who were its original owners don’t know. W, with this power I saw the path to Hyeongyeong. That method, I’ll tell you that method! Please, just spare my life!”
Seo Do-yeom threw away a warrior’s pride and dignity and begged for his life.
There were no watching eyes around anyway.
They were all dead.
Then he had to preserve his life first to aim for a second chance, didn’t he?
However…
“I don’t need it.”
“…What?”
Jeok-un answered with an all too chilling smile.
“I already know full well the secret you discovered.”
“What do you…?”
What kind of nonsense was this?
It hadn’t even been a few days since he had discovered the secret of the Soul-Freezing Hand.
Seo Do-yeom wanted to say that, but.
Chwaaaaak!
Seogeogeak!
‘Ah.’
As heat was felt throughout his body that had been filled with cold, his vision was dyed in pitch-black darkness.
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