The God of Death and the God of War - Chapter 8

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Evil Hegemon Martial God

Chapter 8

Until he writhed in agony and begged to be killed, he would slice his flesh dozens, hundreds of times.

Hak-yeong had certainly charged forward with that determination.

Roooooar!

…What the hell is that?

But now, only confusion and shock dwelled in Hak-yeong’s eyes.

Raging river water.

A momentum like overflowing floods and surging tsunamis could be felt from Jeok-un’s two fists.

His opponent’s level wasn’t first-rate or anything like that.

Peak level. And at minimum, equal to his own.

‘I need to dodge!’

That single thought filled his mind.

Initially, he had planned to clash head-on to gauge his skill while landing a surprise blow…

The moment he encountered that ominous aura, that thought vanished without a trace like frost on a spring day.

An ominous energy just from looking at it.

A sinister feeling he absolutely didn’t want to approach.

His instincts, honed through dozens of assassination missions, rang out sharp warnings.

But it was impossible.

It was already far too late to retreat.

If he was going to dodge, he should have moved long ago.

Since he had originally planned to clash head-on, his center of gravity was high and his stance wasn’t proper.

He could force himself to move, but the aftermath wouldn’t be trivial.

Then there was only one method.

‘Give flesh to cut bone!!’

If that bastard escaped from here anyway, Jegal Sega’s pursuit team would come after him, and then he’d be as good as dead.

Swooosh!

Wooong!

‘Kugh!’

Hak-yeong prepared his life-or-death technique, even pouring in his innate true energy that would shorten his natural lifespan.

The life-saving technique and life-or-death skill that had elevated him to a first-class assassin.

Srrring…!

Kill the body once.

Crush the soul once more.

True to its name, even if the living became ghosts, it would kill them once more.

Shaaaak!

Life-Stealing Twin Blades (Talmyeong Bido)

Secret Transmission

Ghost Double Kill (Gwissangsal)

Hak-yeong’s life-or-death technique, Ghost Double Kill, swept toward Jeok-un in a crossing X-pattern.

“Die!”

The sword energy contained in his twin daggers was like a roaring beast, capable of tearing through human flesh in an instant.

A split second would be enough to sever his opponent’s neck.

‘Got it!’

Jeok-un couldn’t react.

His sluggish fists were moving slowly along their trajectory.

Good, I’m faster!

The moment Hak-yeong was certain of his victory.

Crack!

The sound of something bursting echoed out.

‘Huh?’

…Burst?

Ghost Double Kill contained no explosive principles whatsoever.

His vision suddenly cleared belatedly.

At first, he wondered what it was.

Only then did he realize it was a ‘fist.’

Why was the fist that had been far behind now so close before his eyes?

Then what about my twin daggers?

I was clearly the first to strike.

The moment Hak-yeong thought that, fragments flying through the air caught his eye.

Fragments of his twin daggers imbued with ominous energy.

‘They shattered…?!’

Kwaaang!

Before Hak-yeong’s thoughts could finish, Jeok-un’s fist that had shattered the twin daggers struck his nose bridge directly.

* * *

Beeeep…!

Tinnitus tore through his eardrums, and his head felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if he’d drunk poison.

No, it wasn’t just heavy. His brain function seemed to have stopped.

Therefore, Hak-yeong found it difficult to understand why the tinnitus was ringing, why his head hurt as if it would split, and why he was lying collapsed.

‘Mission. But what mission was I on?’

Hak-yeong instinctively recalled his mission first.

Jegal Jeokun.

Belatedly, the name of this assassination target came to mind.

Right, he had received a mission related to Jegal Jeokun.

To pursue him, steal his treasure, and mess him up appropriately…!

Cough!

At that moment, dark red blood spurted out with an unbearable cough.

No, it wasn’t blood.

It was chunks of flesh covered in blood.

Pieces of his internal organs had come out due to internal injuries.

…But why am I vomiting this?

“Ugh, ughhh?”

His thoughts and words came out separately.

It was because all his teeth had been shattered by the single punch that destroyed his face.

“A perfectly fitting appearance, assassin.”

“Hii, hiiii!”

Then Jeok-un revealed himself.

Hak-yeong instinctively recoiled in terror.

Only then did all the memories temporarily forgotten due to overwhelming shock return to Hak-yeong.

“Huh, indeed new wine should be put in new wineskins. A young body is good. The power seems to come out better.”

“?!”

Jeok-un smiled with satisfaction.

The Seven Stars born from Paecheon-gi not only increased internal energy and realm, but each star possessed one special power.

Among them, the power of the first star, Tamrang, was the most simple and clear.

‘Enhancement.’

Like adding firewood and pouring oil on the firepower of one’s body.

It multiplied the flames of one’s internal energy several times over.

And naturally, as in Hak-yeong’s case, the destructive power of those techniques was proportionally enhanced as well.

Before his regression, there had been countless times when enemies who looked at Jeok-un not using Paecheon-gi and dismissed him as ‘nothing special compared to the rumors’ would flee in haste the moment they faced Tamrang.

And Hak-yeong too had realized the stark difference between himself and Jeok-un with that single punch.

‘I-I need to run, I need to escape. That bastard is a monster!’

But where could he go?

This place was inside the waterway.

However, the only exit and entrance was blocked by his opponent.

And if he entered the water wall, he had no confidence he could shake off the pursuit of an opponent who moved freely in water and threw water spears.

As he looked around his surroundings.

Wooooong!

He felt the resonance of an unfamiliar energy from behind.

‘That is…!’

A terrifying energy comparable to Baek Woo-seon.

In an instant, Hak-yeong’s mind raced.

Right, that thing was the reason he came to this place.

If that possessed power equal to Baek Woo-seon, it might be his last chance.

Pababat!

Having made his decision, Hak-yeong mustered every ounce of strength and ran at full speed.

‘Ugh, urgh. I must endure, I must endure.’

His condition was poor enough that pieces of his organs might burst out.

But if he stayed still, he would surely die to that madman before him.

So Hak-yeong ran.

To obtain those mysterious ‘twin swords’ that seemed to be Jeok-un’s target.

And finally.

Cheocheok!

Hak-yeong grasped the hilts of the twin swords floating in midair.

Wooooong!

At that moment, the twin swords let out a sword cry and poured forth tremendous energy.

As if welcoming the touch of their new master.

‘Did it work?’

Hak-yeong rejoiced inwardly.

They were divine weapons powerful enough to float in midair by themselves.

If they possessed power greater than Baek Woo-seon, not only could he reverse the situation but kill that bastard…

“Kekeke, you fool.”

“!!”

Then, Jeok-un sneered coldly.

Even now, at this very moment, the massive energy released by the twin swords was enveloping Hak-yeong.

The reason was simple.

The energy released by the twin swords was.

“Keuaaaak!!”

Not meant to assist Hak-yeong, but to devour him—this Jeok-un knew.

Kwadeuk!

Kwagreugeuk!

Blood vessels that seemed ready to burst at any moment bulged red and blue all over Hak-yeong’s body.

‘It hurts! It hurts so much!!’

Moreover, his insides seemed filled with pus and pain as Hak-yeong’s terrible groans continued without end.

It was the price for lacking qualification.

A kind of rejection reaction.

“You should know your place. Greed beyond one’s station is deadly.”

Jeok-un sneered as he watched Hak-yeong writhing in agony.

Considering the twin swords’ nature, it was natural.

How dare a worm lacking both qualification and dignity lay hands on them.

As the price for that insolence, Hak-yeong’s entire vascular system was being mercilessly torn apart like paper windows in a storm.

Left like this, he would likely die nine times out of ten, and even if he miraculously survived, he would become a cripple.

“S-save… Save me!”

Hak-yeong begged Jeok-un.

Even with all his teeth broken, his pronunciation was quite clear.

His will to live must be that desperate.

Probably any ordinary Jeongpa late-stage master, especially one from a prestigious sect, would have changed their mind at this point.

Even if he was an assassin, martial artists who walked the path of Jeongpa and righteousness generally did not easily take lives.

‘But I am neither Jeongpa nor righteous.’

So Jeok-un had no intention of helping.

He was truly Sapa, one who walked not the righteous path but the path of hegemony.

He wasn’t a demon who would kill every enemy in sight.

But those who fundamentally opposed him, especially those who targeted his life, would never receive forgiveness—that was Heukcheon Paegyeon Jeok-un.

Therefore, normally he would have tormented Hak-yeong as much as possible before killing him miserably.

“Well, this time will be an exception.”

Jeok-un extended his hand.

As the internal energy contained in his secret technique struck Hak-yeong’s body, the situation immediately reversed.

“Ugh, grgrgr. Uuugh.”

First, Hak-yeong’s energy, which had been raging like a rabid dog, calmed down.

He had pressed the torn meridians to control the flow.

And second.

Hak-yeong’s body stiffened completely.

It was due to demonic blood being applied.

Having rendered him completely immobile, Jeok-un spoke quietly.

“You cannot die ‘yet.'”

There was one reason Jeok-un saved Hak-yeong.

Because mercy had taken root in his heart?

Not a chance.

“You still have some use left.”

There was exactly one reason.

Because Hak-yeong’s usefulness had not yet been exhausted.

“Now then, enjoy the pain to your heart’s content while you wait.”

“?!?!”

Jeok-un smiled coldly and launched another secret technique.

“Keuuuuuaah…!”

Once again, a terrible scream erupted.

* * *

Woong!

The twin swords that had devoured Hak-yeong floated leisurely in midair as if nothing had happened.

Looking at his beloved weapons from his previous life, Jeok-un spoke.

“I’ve met you much earlier than in my previous life.”

One of the Paegunjichinggi he had obtained.

His main weapon when he unified Sapa, and the divine weapon that was his primary source of power when he killed half of the Demonic Cult’s ten great elders.

But regrettably, it had been shattered to pieces before his final battle with Cheonma.

“Il-cheon and Wol-ha.”

The first divine weapon, the Sun-Moon Twin Swords.

Swish!

Jeok-un reached out toward the Ilcheon Sword.

Pajik-!

Immediately, blue-red sparks flew as it rejected his touch.

The twin swords simultaneously let out sword cries.

Do you want to die too?

He threatened fiercely, telling him to get lost immediately.

“Hmm, as expected, you don’t remember your master.”

Jeok-un spoke as if pitying him.

However, the emotion that arose in his eyes was certainly not pity.

Grab.

Jeok-un grasped the hilt of the Ilcheon Sword.

Whoooosh!

Kwarrr!

Then the Ilcheon Sword resisted with fierce momentum like it had with Hak-yeong, as if refusing to accept Jeok-un.

“Then I’ll have to help you remember your master.”

Jeok-un didn’t back down in the slightest.

Swoooosh!

Kwarrr!

Along with his utterly resolute voice, Paecheon-gi surged up like mad.

The overwhelming power of Tamrang was manifesting once again.

Like a battering ram crushing through castle gates, it ridiculously broke through the Ilcheon Sword’s resistance and forcibly subdued it.

However, that was only the beginning.

‘Mad dog and mad sword alike. Only a club can bring them to their senses.’

Jeok-un forcibly gripped the Ilcheon Sword as it began to wail in pain.

Slash!

Kwang!!

“Facing ten thousand enemies alone.”

He swung it directly at the floating Wolha Sword.

A storm-like massive shockwave swept through the surroundings.

Slash!

Kwaang!

“With strength to uproot mountains and spirit to cover the world.”

But Jeok-un didn’t stop and continued swinging the sword.

He acted as if he didn’t care whether the blade shattered or lost its contained power.

Faced with an absurd situation for the first time in its existence, the Ilcheon Sword screamed.

But Jeok-un didn’t stop.

Slash!

Kwaang!!

“I am the descendant of Hang-jeok, King of Western Chu, Jegal Jeokun.”

King of Western Chu, Hang-jeok.

More commonly called by the name Xiang Yu, until his final defeat at Ogang, he had fought Han Gaozu sixty-nine times and won them all.

He was revered as a War God or Military God by everyone from martial artists to common people.

The blood that flowed from Jeok-un’s mother, Hang So-wol, was precisely that of Hang-jeok.

The swords before him that contained yin and yang, the fundamental principles of the world, Ilcheon and Wolha, were among the seven divine weapons left by War God Hang-jeok.

Jeok-un was the rightful owner of the Paegunjichinggi.

Swoooosh!

Kwagaga!

As Jeok-un poured out increasingly stronger power, the water walls on both sides shook even more violently from the shockwaves.

Jeok-un raised the Ilcheon Sword high again and spoke.

“Follow your master.”

If you don’t follow, I’ll smash you to pieces.

The Ilcheon Sword understood the unspoken words.

Swoosh!

Just as Jeok-un was about to strike down again.

Kwaaa!

Suddenly, fierce energy erupted from the Ilcheon Sword.

The same energy that had destroyed Hak-yeong was now meekly seeping into Jeok-un with a prostrated attitude.

The Ilcheon Sword growled toward its surroundings as if it would destroy all his enemies.

Naturally, this was proof that it acknowledged him as its master.

Jeok-un smiled with satisfaction seeing this.

But that was brief, as cold-faced Jeok-un looked at the remaining Wolha Sword and asked.

“What about you?”

Woong!

As if understanding that question, the Wolha Sword floated up gently and settled perfectly in Jeok-un’s other hand.

Swoooosh-!

Unlike the Ilcheon Sword, it even acted coquettishly in Jeok-un’s hand.

Jeok-un smiled slightly looking at the twin swords shining in his hands.

Then he turned around with dignified bearing.

His eyes saw Hak-yeong writhing his body like an earthworm.

“Now then, shall we return to settle this old grudge.”

In Jeok-un’s mind, the image of a mother and child who would meet a miserable end was rising.

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