The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 100

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Episode 100. Bearing the Weight (3)
He was like a lion that had burst into a flock of sheep.
Between the mages rendered powerless by the AMP, Jeong Hyun-soo was unleashing a massacre of frenzied proportions.
“Shoot! Damn it, shoot him dead!”
Seon Woo-jin ordered the marksmen to intercept Jeong Hyun-soo, who was exploiting the window while the mages were helpless.
“Our own people are tangled in the crossfire!”
“We don’t have a clear firing angle!”
“He’s moving too fast!”
Mixed among the mages, never staying in one place, Jeong Hyun-soo moved with unpredictable fluidity, deploying the Clear Spirit Eternal Heaven Art as he went—making him nearly impossible to snipe.
“Did I hire you to whine? Stop with the excuses and fire already!”
Under Seon Woo-jin’s order to account even for friendly fire, the marksmen pulled their triggers.
Bang!
“Ugh!”
A mage’s heart was pierced. Ilseong’s robes stained crimson.
Seon Woo-jin’s eyes were wide, fixed entirely on Jeong Hyun-soo.
The AMP wouldn’t last long anyway. It would end soon. Once it did—
“Prepare every debuff and execution spell for that rat Jeong Hyun-soo!”
Jeong Hyun-soo was finished. Seon Woo-jin himself had already been preparing a curse to intercept him the moment the AMP’s effect wore off.
……
Yet his control over mana still hadn’t returned.
“What? Why isn’t it ending?”
Time was relative, perhaps.
He wondered if he was just perceiving it as longer than it actually was, but all the other mages bore expressions of alarm too.
Jeong Hyun-soo, undeterred, tore out another mage’s throat.
The duration… was longer than any AMP that had ever existed. That was utterly catastrophic.
Seon Woo-jin trembled. Such technology existed in Garam? Even Hanul wouldn’t have a way to produce it.
Crack.
Only after half the mages had been absurdly slaughtered did Seon Woo-jin feel his mana beginning to return.
“Kill that son of a bitch right now!”
Not only Seon Woo-jin, but every enraged Ilseong mage focused their offensive spells on Jeong Hyun-soo alone.
The Five Elements came screaming from all sides.
Debuffs, and so forth.
Before the combined assault of those battle mages, their killing intent so palpable it was sickening, Jeong Hyun-soo stamped forward hard and crossed both arms.
Boom—!
Crash! Crash!
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
An immense, terrible wave of magical power engulfed Jeong Hyun-soo.
No matter who stood against it—unless they were Challenger-class, instant death would be nearly inescapable.
The ground cratered, dust erupted in a frenzy, and debris scattered in all directions.
And then—
“What the hell…”
Seeing the figure that emerged, Seon Woo-jin was left speechless.
Despite unleashing that tremendous carpet bombing—
“How is he still intact?”
Beyond having retreated a few paces, Jeong Hyun-soo seemed to bear almost no visible wounds.
This was the moment the Immortal Demon God Art’s legendary, iron-hard defense shone.
Meanwhile, the morale of Ilseong’s mages plummeted.
An attack of that magnitude had no effect whatsoever?
“Was that really all we have?”
“How is this possible?”
“Everyone, stop talking and keep attacking!”
Seon Woo-jin issued another round of orders. But the situation was not going smoothly.
Boom!
Crash!
“Arrghhhhhh!”
While Ilseong’s mages and mid-range marksmen were locked in combat with Jeong Hyun-soo, Seonhwa launched a counteroffensive.
Under Han Do-hun’s direct command at the vanguard, they were steadily turning the tide of battle.
Seonhwa’s attack magic ravaged Ilseong’s front lines.
Unable to mount any defense, Ilseong’s close-range Hunters found themselves defenseless, their attention divided not just forward but also upward as their vision scattered.
In that gap, where their combat power had been gutted, a strong force was moving on their flank—Kwon Gang-pal.
“Hryaaaah! Hold on, you brat!”
Kwon Gang-pal’s left hand held Iban aloft. The enemy’s fists, spear, and archer’s arrows flew at him, but Iban had assumed the defensive posture of the newly awakened Immortal Demon God Art.
Crash! Bang!
Though not quite at Jeong Hyun-soo’s level, the solid crimson defensive barrier of the Immortal Demon God Art kept Iban hardened against the blows.
With his focus wavering and skills degrading, any gaps that opened were sealed by Iban’s Ultra Regeneration.
“Orc Release!”
Oil’s Battle Axe trembled as he supported Kwon Gang-pal’s flank.
And Kwon Gang-pal pressed forward again.
Return of the Departed.
Crash!
Reverse Annihilation.
Screeeech!
Gate of the Departed.
Boom!
Kwon Gang-pal’s relentless barrage shook the flank.
Seon Woo-jin could bear it no longer and cried out.
“Are you just going to stand there watching? Go wipe them all out now!”
The masked figures Seon Woo-jin had brought as a secret weapon stood apart like separate entities until he issued his command—then their leader, seeming to be in charge, let out a smirk and opened his mouth.
“You’ll need to be more specific, won’t you.”
“Those things rampaging over there—take them out.”
At those words, the masked figures’ leader glanced at Jeong Hyun-soo and Kwon Gang-pal.
“That enough?”
“I’ll settle up properly with you later—just kill them!”
“You heard him? Let’s go.”
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Jeong Hyun-soo regarded the forty-something masked figure approaching him.
The space around them stained crimson. Within it, not a drop of blood clung to his form, yet that distinctive odor clung to him—the reek of someone drenched in blood more than anyone else alive.
He couldn’t fail to recognize them. Jeong Hyun-soo was, after all, a man who had seen such individuals more than anyone else in the world.
Fugitives hiding their bodies in shadow.
They were a collective of criminals, each building kingdoms within the Magical Realm.
“Ragnar Hellstein’s dogs.”
The masked figure who had approached answered Jeong Hyun-soo’s words with a tone of interest.
“For a brat, you’ve got sharp eyes.”
The masked figure’s voice, making no denial, confirmed they had come from that notorious Dark Court.
The S-Rank Wanted Criminal, Ragnar Hellstein.
That a terrible band of criminal mercenaries, created by a madman who believed he alone could judge the world, had joined hands with Ilseong was a shock of considerable magnitude even to Kwon Gang-pal.
“Insane bastards! Even if you’re obsessed with building power, this crosses the line!”
How could South Korea’s greatest Guild be in cooperation with an S-Rank Wanted Criminal?
“If no one knows, then it’s as if it never happened.”
The masked figure smirked. Before him, Jeong Hyun-soo swung the Demon-Slaying Sword without emotion.
Clang!
“You’re eager, aren’t you, brat.”
“Shut your mouth.”
At the curt words Jeong Hyun-soo fired back, the masked figure flinched for a moment.
But soon his eyes curved again, amused.
“That’s right, you’re at that age. But hey, kid. Do you even know who I am?”
“Who?”
“Valter Crane.”
Jeong Hyun-soo merely tilted his head.
“Valter Crane? What’s that?”
His eyes showed he had no idea.
“What do you mean ‘what’s that’?”
“You know about the Dark Court… and you don’t know me, Valter Crane?”
“All you need to know is the boss, Ragnar Hellstein. Why would I bother remembering every underling?”
Jeong Hyun-soo’s question was deliberately calculated.
Because originally, the Dark Court was an organization founded jointly by Ragnar Hellstein and Valter Crane.
But conflict had arisen as Ragnar Hellstein rose to the level of Challenger-rank strength.
Valter Crane, who remained at Grand Master rank, was constantly consumed by inferiority, and had even attempted a rebellion later to eliminate Ragnar Hellstein.
In a sense, it was reckless talk from a mere brat, but it was enough to strike at the suppressed resentment festering in Valter Crane’s heart.
“You won’t have an easy death, either.”
Around Walter Crane, the snow on the ground spread outward in concentric circles.
A tremendous surge of magical power. With grim intent, he issued his command.
“Clean them up.”
Roughly forty red-marked fugitives surged forward, tracing crimson arcs of movement.
Kwon Gang-pal unleashed his combat skill, the Hundred-Step Strong Fist.
Hundred-Step Strong Fist—Shattering Chain.
An invisible shockwave ripped through the earth, sending the five fugitives charging from the front flying backward.
But they were no easy prey. Two died on impact, yet the remaining three spun through the air as they fell, using the shock to reorient themselves and land back on their feet.
After spitting blood, they consumed some unknown medicine and charged forward again.
As the fugitives closed to close range, Oil unleashed a sharp wave of Earth Manipulation and swung his Battle Axe.
And the attacks coming toward him—
Crack!
Iban released the Immortal Demon God Art and blocked them.
In an instant, ten fugitives swarmed around Iban Drakoff.
From both front and rear, blades descended with precision aimed at his throat, nerve clusters, and heart.
“Ugh!”
Iban felt a searing pain.
A sluggish warmth—his regeneration was slowing.
Something coated the blades, and though the poison developed by the Black Law Society couldn’t stop his regeneration entirely, it was dulling his Ultra Regeneration significantly.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Iban endured. His muscles tore in an instant and his limbs were partially severed.
Still, he unleashed the Immortal Demon God Art.
Single-minded resolve to hold on.
While such brutal yet overflowing fighting spirit might have broken the will of others, the red-marked fugitives employed a different tactic—rather than killing, they cut and sliced to bind Iban completely immobile.
When a careless blow aimed for the exposed Oil, Jeong Hyun-soo moved.
Heavenly Tyrant Return King Martial Art—Ghost-Shattering Heaven Descent.
Boom!
With his sole slamming down hard, magical power exploded. A crushing force swept across the front.
Five of the ten fugitives pressing down on Iban and Oil were hurled sideways.
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
Trees and rocks shattered. Yet none of them died.
Even with their bones crushed, the red-marked fugitives rolled in that direction, reorganizing their formation without breaking stride.
And from behind, Walter descended.
A tremendous magical power that tore open the very fabric of space.
Walter Crane—a master strong enough to be called Grand Master rank.
Crimson Tremor.
Walter Crane’s combat skill manifested.
In Jeong Hyun-soo’s vision, Walter Crane vanished in an instant.
As Kwon Gang-pal raised his arm to respond, Walter’s knee shot toward that very spot, striking Kwon Gang-pal’s forearm directly.
Boom!
“Ugh!”
Kwon Gang-pal was pushed back for the first time. And Walter immediately drove his blade toward Jeong Hyun-soo.
Jeong Hyun-soo released the Immortal Demon God Art.
He hardened his entire body like steel, meeting Walter’s blade directly with his own hands.
Ting! Ting-ring-ring!
Even catching it with the Demon-Slaying Sword, the impact crushed his forearm bones.
Yet still—
Jeong Hyun-soo used the recoil to roll backward, drawing Walter away from Iban and Oil.
“Everyone hold position.”
Walter commanded the other red-marked fugitives not to interfere.
Instructing Kwon Gang-pal to deploy the Wheel Formation, Walter advanced to sever Jeong Hyun-soo’s lifeline.
Jeong Hyun-soo aimed for Walter’s blind spot.
Heavenly Tyrant Return King Martial Art—Ghost-Extinction Rushing Heaven.
A close-range strike composed of short bursts collided with Walter.
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
A sound like the heavens tearing burst forth.
To be continued ▶
The Monopolizing Regressed Martial God
Author
Cheon Ya
Publisher
Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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Grae Publishing
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Publication date
May 26, 2026
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