The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 101

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Episode 101. Bearing (4)
Walter had assigned most of the red-ranked fugitives to Kwon Gang-pal, deploying the remaining five against Oil and Iban’s side.
In the savage death throes of the battlefield, Kwon Gang-pal held the left flank with his Hundred-Step Strong Fist.
Iban, shielding Oil, endured through regeneration before entering full tank mode via the Immortal Demon God Art.
Jeong Hyun-soo stood directly before Walter.
Though the recent collision had shaken his insides, combat remained possible.
It had to be.
The crux of this battle was facing a killing machine — one who moved under Ragnar, the Dark Law Court’s leader, watching for openings.
Crash!
Walter Crane came in again. Overwhelming speed. The Grand Master-tier raw power bore down upon Jeong Hyun-soo.
Jeong Hyun-soo traced an arc, pulling his chin back in response.
The return-flow Heavenly Tyrant Return King Martial Art’s Tyrant Crushing Palm.
He demonstrated a masterly technique — applying the offensive skill to sidestep by half a pace, dispersing the impact across shoulders, ribs, and waist.
Something flickered in Walter Crane’s eyes.
“Look at this bastard.”
Walter Crane found his interest kindled by Jeong Hyun-soo’s near-artful evasion — something his own eyes could scarcely believe.
“This is fun. Do it again.”
He was no mere prey. The impulse to break him, to make him scream in anguish, intensified.
Jeong Hyun-soo stepped forward, closing the distance by half a pace.
In that brief span, he measured both opponent and self without end.
Though he’d never crossed blades with Walter directly — having been executed by Ragnar after leading a rebellion within the Dark Law Court — the countless real fights Jeong Hyun-soo had weathered through life formed his foundation.
On that basis, he read the moves moment by moment. Those keen, brightly burning eyes analyzed Walter Crane in totality, and Walter found that distasteful.
Walter Crane planted his right foot in a line. Jeong Hyun-soo tracked his upper body’s movement.
A fist swung out — a vicious technique, a piercing magical power-laden strike ready to cleave.
One.
Whoosh!
That wasn’t the true attack. The feint, then a follow-up aimed at suppressing the lower body.
Though the chain of blows unfolded in an instant, Jeong Hyun-soo read through the Grand Master’s technique-play — the kind where, if the feint lands, he’d still sever the opponent’s neck from that very position.
Jeong Hyun-soo deliberately left his lower body’s defenses exposed.
“Kill him!”
Other red-ranked fugitives nearby rushed in.
In the chaos of a melee, Jeong Hyun-soo remained unruffled, unleashing the Heavenly Tyrant Return King Martial Art’s Tyrant King Advance.
He grabbed and hurled the fugitive attacking from the side like a projectile.
Crunch!
The moment the fugitive’s body entered Walter’s trajectory, it burst.
He threw the corpse from the other side as well — blood and organs scattering. With luck, vision would cloud just enough.
Yet Walter slowed not at all, trusting his own instincts.
Jeong Hyun-soo burned that speed into his mind.
Boom!
Three other red-ranked fugitives rushing from the right tumbled.
A fist strike Walter Crane had sent from across the field.
In the chaos, Jeong Hyun-soo and Walter collided once more.
Walter’s knee drove upward.
That single blow carried enough force to lay waste to the entire district and more.
Crash!
The full weight of it struck Jeong Hyun-soo dead center.
Jeong Hyun-soo took the attack head-on — the one Walter had designed as a feint to prompt evasion.
Stopping a determined Grand Master-tier blow face-to-face was no trivial task.
The unabsorbed force sent Jeong Hyun-soo’s body reeling.
“Iban, if you don’t want to watch me die, tighten up!”
With Iban obeying Kwon Gang-pal’s command at his back, Jeong Hyun-soo steadied his breathing.
The follow-up barrage came in quick succession. Having weathered several exchanges face-to-face, Jeong Hyun-soo had read the directionality of Walter’s center.
Walter planted his right foot in a line again. As pressure mounted, his obsession with optimizing the strike point along that straight vector grew palpable.
Watching Jeong Hyun-soo prioritize blocking over evasion, the directional quality of Walter’s devastating force became clear.
The Blue Spirit All-Encompassing Skill’s Wind Shadow Residual Form.
Walter’s fist strike and its wave-wake scattered only blue wind currents — no human form remained.
It was no mere high-speed movement.
Whiiiiing.
Using the onrush of wind as a foothold, Jeong Hyun-soo traced a curved path that countered Walter’s linear trajectory, sliding aloft like wind itself.
Walter reflexively pursued that path, but Jeong Hyun-soo’s body vanished from his sight — yet he remained unshaken.
A slash merciless in its sharpness pursued Jeong Hyun-soo.
‘Speed increasing in nature? It won’t matter.’
It was Iban who judged that Jeong Hyun-soo was fleeing.
Following the Phantom Shadow Remnant Steps, Jeong Hyun-soo unfolded the Flowing Wind Void Answer and leaped again, treading the wind’s currents.
Iban’s magical power grazed past him as he traced a bizarre curve through the air.
“…!”
Instead, landing half a beat late, Jeong Hyun-soo robbed him of both evasion and breath in a single motion.
Iban gritted his teeth.
Jeong Hyun-soo’s precarious state now felt as though he could have his lifeline severed at any moment.
Crash!
Yet this time too.
By the narrowest margin, Jeong Hyun-soo evaded Iban’s attack.
His movements, focused solely on evasion, were plainly those of someone playing for time—a fleeing strategy.
He seemed to be waiting for Kwon Gang-pal to grind down the other bounty hunters.
In truth, there was no other choice.
Then Jeong Hyun-soo moved once more.
This time, using the Ten Thousand Forms Flying Stillness of the Blue Spirit Ten Thousand Forms Art, he cut through the gaps between the red-marked bounty hunters.
The shoulder of a red-marked bounty hunter was torn away by Iban, and beyond the falling corpse, the wind current of the Tyrant King grazed past.
Boom!
The air pressure generated by the explosion born from Iban’s wrathful magical outburst shook the entire battlefield.
“That’s enough.”
Iban tore through the aftershock and burst forward directly before Jeong Hyun-soo.
Jeong Hyun-soo slipped into Iban’s left blind spot using the Blue Spirit Ten Thousand Forms Art. Naturally, Iban’s fist followed in pursuit and reaction.
One.
Thud!
At precisely that moment, the Hundred Step Strong Fist that Kwon Gang-pal had unleashed disrupted Iban’s action.
A joint attack by the two?
“Garrghhh!”
It was not. Kwon Gang-pal had simply aimed at the bounty hunter directly in front of him—it was Jeong Hyun-soo who, reading the flow of that battle, had instantaneously drawn Iban in to create an opening.
“Your sense of timing is almost supernatural.”
Iban drew upon his full strength.
Matching his intensity, Jeong Hyun-soo maintained his retreating momentum while shifting direction.
His body, pulling back, traced a rotation axis and entered the trajectory of Iban’s right leg. In the moment Iban’s right foot began to close around the sliding Jeong Hyun-soo—
Jeong Hyun-soo’s body angle was subtly twisted, yet Iban, seeking to cement victory, concentrated all his magical power into his leg.
Then something hollow flickered across Jeong Hyun-soo’s eyes.
Dark Heaven Return Origin Art, Counter Reversal.
The power of Return Origin met Iban’s towering magical force head-on.
But unlike Iban, who sought to crush and suppress, Jeong Hyun-soo’s Dark Heaven Return Origin Art flowed endlessly without interruption, warping the trajectory of that straight assault.
“Cough!”
Blood sprayed from Iban’s mouth.
The impact of his own attack rebounding against him.
A masterful technique—channeling the landing shock of Iban’s lower body directly up through his torso in reverse.
Not speed, but position prediction. The victory of reading the flow.
Jeong Hyun-soo did not stop there.
He targeted the off-balance Iban in turn. One arm dangled uselessly, broken from bearing the strain of the Dark Heaven Return Origin Art, yet—
The Reverse-Burst Energy Opening World amplified by the Earth Star Instant Energy unleashed the Tyrant King’s power in a straight line toward Iban.
Heavenly Tyrant Return King Martial Art—Tyrant Shattering Heart.
The culmination of a plan born from luring and creating an opening in the Blue Spirit Ten Thousand Forms Art—a single, precious opportunity.
Jeong Hyun-soo did not miss it.
Crack!
Jeong Hyun-soo’s fist pierced through behind Iban’s back.
“H-how… how…?”
Iban’s eyes held only shock. But no next thought followed.
The ambition to become the new master of Ilseong.
He had not foreseen how that ambition would be crushed against this mere upstart in what should have been a straightforward battlefield, nor that his life would be forfeit—
A death as utterly unexpected as a calamity, and the red-marked bounty hunter was swept away like the very disaster he had himself unleashed upon so many others.
Crack!
With Iban’s heart shattered, Jeong Hyun-soo calmly turned his gaze.
The bounty hunters’ composure visibly cracked at the death of Iban they had never anticipated.
The unbreakable trust in their iron-willed commander lay in ruins. Who could have foreseen that their leader would fall to assassination on this very battlefield?
Walter was the vanguard commander, fierce general, and tactician of whom Blacklaw Court was proud—but he could never have imagined that Jeong Hyun-soo possessed the battle-hardened experience of a Dark King who had seen far worse.
Jeong Hyun-soo was meticulous to that degree, and the buildup he had constructed to achieve his desired outcome was cunning.
Like Walter Crane’s futile end—a man who never truly believed in his own death until he simply vanished in an instant.
The moment the one who had engineered that death moved, the crimson bounties stirred with unease.
And that hesitation was their undoing.
“Vermin bastards.”
They had forgotten that a predator just as fearsome as Jeong Hyun-soo lurked behind them.
Under Kwon Gang-pal’s fists, five bounties tore apart in quick succession.
“Leave the rest to me. Go there!”
Walter had fallen, and the bounties with him had collapsed.
Had Walter remained standing, Blacklaw Court’s crimson bounty army might have displayed overwhelming force,
but when the linchpin fell in a completely unexpected turn, it became a variable no one could have predicted.
Yet Blacklaw Court was no gentle place.
“Everyone, reform the front line. Prepare for retreat!”
Someone who appeared to be Walter Crane’s successor stepped in to command, establishing a defensive formation.
From offense to defense. Seeing the crimson bounties methodically retreat while containing Kwon Gang-pal, Seon Woo-jin erupted in fury.
“What are you doing? Fight! I said fight!”
But the bounties offered no answer.
“Did you expect them to have some grand sense of duty? They’re criminals. Think of your own skin instead.”
At Jeong Hyun-soo’s approaching words, Seon Woo-jin went pale.
“Shoot! Shoot that bastard down right now!”
At Jeong Hyun-soo’s words, Ilseong’s marksmen swung their rifles around.
An instant before gunfire erupted, Jeong Hyun-soo became wind.
Wheeeee!
A bitter gust swept across the air.
Shwaaaaaack!
Beyond it, blood sprayed unmistakably. The Hunter, drenched in the blood of a comrade whose back had been pressed against his mere moments before, felt his breath catch.
Jeong Hyun-soo, without a trace of emotion, severed the neck without uttering a single word.
The Hunter collapsed. Before him stood Seon Woo-jin.
“Why are you just standing there? Smile like you did before.”
That grin spreading across his face looked for all the world like a demon lord of the abyss itself.
Continued in the next chapter ▶
The Solitary Returning Martial God
Author
Cheon Ya
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