The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 12

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Episode 12. Debut Stage (6)
Jeong Hyeon-a pressed forward steadily toward the far end of the second floor.
With each step, the mist grew thicker, and the number of nameless figures appearing increased.
Then it happened.
Boom!
At the blast echoing from across the way, Jeong Hyeon-a immediately barked an order.
“Battle stations!”
And she herself had just finished drawing up the Hyeon Cheon Gwi Won Gong, ready to respond, when—
“Wait, hold fire!”
At the sight of the figure bursting through the crimson mist, Jeong Hyeon-a’s eyes went wide.
“Oh—unnie?”
It was Ji Min-jeong. The sole daughter of Hanul’s leadership, her condition was far from good.
“What—what happened? Where did you get hurt like that?”
“Hyeon-a. It’s dangerous… Run! Now!”
“That would be inconvenient.”
At the voice from behind her, Ji Min-jeong went rigid. Jeong Hyeon-a felt it too—something deeply wrong.
‘I didn’t sense anything…?’
He’d appeared right before her eyes, and she’d noticed nothing.
Either there was a specialized technique that could completely deceive the senses, or else—
“All units, deploy in one-on-one formation!”
There was an overwhelming difference in power.
“Children raised in fine houses sure have that sharp taste to them, don’t they? You don’t know the pleasure of breaking them, do you?”
Meeting the eyes of the strangely painted man, Jeong Hyeon-a felt as if insects were crawling up her spine.
“Since there’s no time, let’s finish this quickly. If I lose another record to you, it’ll be downright boring.”
Eyes that had already lost their mind—no ordinary person could possess such a gaze.
Jeong Hyeon-a struck without hesitation.
The emptiness of Hyeon Cheon Gwi Won Gong engulfed the man. Even with formidable strength, the reverting power inherent in Hyeon Cheon Gwi Won Gong excelled at rendering enemies helpless.
One.
Crack! Crackle!
Fissures began spreading through the black aura of Hyeon Cheon Gwi Won Gong that Jeong Hyeon-a had created.
“Ah, exquisite!”
And the moment she glimpsed the Blue Flame writhing beyond those cracks, she had no choice but to swallow empty air.
Boom!
The fist of Blue Flame, cleared of emptiness, burned like a heat shimmer.
Crossing her arms to block the blow, Jeong Hyeon-a felt searing pain.
“You are…?”
Even as she asked, a name flickered through her mind.
Training to become a successor to a Guild meant learning about persons of concern and priority targets.
The strongest currently ranked at the pinnacle, and the promising talents who possessed that potential.
Among them were criminals who schemed in darkness, and it was not difficult to recall the killer who wielded Blue Flame—listed on a wanted list in China at seventeen years old.
“Ling Weihao!”
That had been ten years ago.
In the time since, he’d continued his schemes in the underworld, frequently causing incidents and accumulating bounties—Ling Weihao.
A criminal confirmed to possess martial power equivalent to at least Gold Rank—what in the world was he doing here?
“Why? To climb the tower, of course.”
Ling Weihao, giggling, drew closer.
Ji Min-jeong launched a surprise attack, but Ling Weihao easily deflected it and struck back.
Flame kindled in the palm of his extended hand.
Sizzle!
Ji Min-jeong spun her body urgently. Unable to fully evade, she quickly raised her hands to parry.
As Ji Min-jeong landed again after bouncing into the air, Ling Weihao laughed, grinning widely.
“For a backwater country, the daughter of one of the Ten Great Guilds certainly has spirit.”
Certainly, Korea’s Hunter forces were inadequate compared to China.
But Korea’s pride—the Ten Great Guilds—were eminent organizations that would lose nothing when measured against any Hunter power in the world.
Yet even as Ling Weihao toyed with Hanul’s sole heir, he showed no trace of fear whatsoever.
Simply because he was a crazed criminal?
No matter how she looked at it, that didn’t seem right.
“All units, charge! Ah….”
A sigh escaped Jeong Hyeon-a’s lips as she sought to seize advantage through numbers.
Innumerable shadows were drawing steadily closer through the crimson mist.
They were not nameless rabble.
“Allow me to introduce my colleagues.”
Criminals who had faced the tower’s trials alongside Ling Weihao.
Their numbers alone exceeded Garam’s current headcount, and each of them had Skill Books or Artifacts trained on their targets.
“Make one wrong move, and you’ll be swimming in the blood and entrails of everyone you’ve called comrade.”
They were trapped.
“What do you want?”
“Simple. Beat me in a one-on-one duel, and I’ll let you all walk free without complaint.”
It was the worst possible situation. Surrounded by enemies, with terms that bordered on the absurd.
How could Jeong Hyeon-a, a mere Rookie, possibly stand against someone who ranked at least at Gold Rank level?
“You mean it?”
“Of course.”
“Keep your promise.”
“Talk big once you’ve won, you brat.”
Yet Jeong Hyeon-a still stepped into the fight.
“Hyeon-a!”
“Don’t worry—I’m feeling generous, so you can join in too. I’m man enough to handle two women at once. Ha-ha!”
Ji Min-jeong was seized by shame and fury.
She’d thought the sudden assault was meant to be drawn out as a distraction to protect the raiding party, only to realize she’d been herded like prey all along.
“Hyeon-a, I’m sorry……”
“If you’re sorry, focus. The game isn’t over until it’s over.”
Blue light began to settle over Ji Min-jeong’s body. It was the Cho Won Jin Hun Gong, the signature art of the Hanul Guild Master.
The Cho Won Jin Hun, deployed at the brink of death itself, without fear of annihilation.
Fundamentally, the essence that Wood among the Five Elements seeks is growth and recovery, but when it acts as a spiritual resonance that regulates life, it becomes a weapon.
Ji Min-jeong’s hands grew swift and precise. The forms she traced resembled roots twisted in impossible complexity.
Ji Min-jeong was binding Ling Weihao on all sides.
And in that instant, Jeong Hyeon-a seized the moment, channeling the Hyeon Cheon Gwi Won Gong to strike directly at Ling Weihao’s heart.
Thud!
‘Got him!’
Jeong Hyeon-a was certain. The sensation at her fingertips was unmistakable.
Ling Weihao was driven backward in an instant.
Ji Min-jeong pursued without hesitation.
More than that, the Mana Ji Min-jeong unleashed around Ling Weihao began to weave together, growing dense as a thicket.
The second form of Cho Won Jin Hun—the Sim Rim Jeon Gae—which strips away all sense of direction and brings the body’s very sensations into hallucination.
If Jeong Hyeon-a could land a single blow while he was trapped in this state, they might actually overturn the tide.
“…Will it work?”
But as if mocking Ji Min-jeong’s desperate hope, the Sim Rim she had woven began to burn away under Blue Flame.
The matchup itself was hopelessly unfavorable.
The gap in realm, the elemental matchup, and beyond that…….
“Already at your limit?”
One could not deny her exceptional skill for her age, yet there was a stark, absolute difference in their fundamental levels.
Ji Min-jeong’s body, rocked by counterattacks from the Blue Flame even as she had been on the offensive, and now wholly drained of Mana, had stiffened until even movement was agony.
“Poi…son?”
“The world of combat is a merciless place, isn’t it? Time cannot be turned back, so the wise choice is to conserve it—so don’t hold it against me.”
“Coward…!”
“Thank you for the compliment, sweetheart.”
Ling Weihao smiled thinly and stroked Ji Min-jeong’s head as the poison stiffened her body rigid.
“Just wait a moment. I’ll be back with your partner soon enough.”
Having made his vulgar jest, Ling Weihao immediately lunged toward Jeong Hyeon-a.
“Young lady!”
“Don’t move! I’ll handle this one!”
“Think you can?”
Despite the defiance in her voice, Jeong Hyeon-a was privately acknowledging defeat.
There was no way to match him head-on. Even with Ji Min-jeong at her side, they’d been overwhelmingly outmatched—what chance had she now?
‘Damn bastard. Maybe it’s better this way.’
That brother of hers—who knew where he was or what he was doing—had been irritating her. If at least one person could survive this, wasn’t that something?
“Listen to me carefully! Everyone……”
“Everyone run?”
Thud!
Jeong Hyeon-a’s knees buckled as she blocked the overwhelming force of Ling Weihao’s fist.
And then that relentless leg came sweeping around, a vicious strike from Ling Weihao aimed straight at her ribs—when Jeong Hyeon-a twisted her body to slip clear.
Thwack!
A sound like a drum being struck erupted through the air. Jeong Hyeon-a’s eyes went blank.
But it hadn’t come from her side.
A tricolored stripe, sharp and vivid—the sole of a slipper, its black and white pattern unmistakable, had slammed hard against the side of Ling Weihao’s face, and that was the source of the sound.
As if summoned by a space-time spell, the three-striped slipper appeared out of nowhere, and the man in training clothes used the full force of the strike to hurl Ling Weihao backward.
The power behind it was tremendous—Ling Weihao flew as though struck point-blank by a cannon, then tumbled across the ground, rolling to a stop.
“Oh—brother…?”
He looked like a good-for-nothing idler wasting away in some corner of a room, but the frigid intensity blazing from his eyes, that ominous aura, seemed to command the very space itself.
“Step back.”
Why did those words feel so reassuring right now?
“But… but…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll settle this quickly.”
Even surrounded on all sides, Jeong Hyeon-su showed not a flicker of hesitation.
“You—you bastard! Sneaking in from behind like that?”
“Sneak attack? What kind of sneak attack jumps out from the front? You’re just a worthless criminal who can’t keep up. That’s all.”
Jeong Hyeon-su hurled crude insults at Ling Weihao, who’d once possessed the aura of youth.
“What—what did you—?”
“You won’t climb the tower when told to, instead you run around playing dirty games—is your brain so rotten you can’t understand a simple order?”
“Kill this bastard! All of you—kill them all!”
Ling Weihao, his face flushed with rage and wounded pride, screamed the attack order to his subordinates.
One.
“B-boss?”
“Why, you punk!”
“Um… maybe you should look over there?”
Ling Weihao turned his head irritably at his subordinate’s words.
He was itching to rip that man’s throat out, to have his way with the women right in front of him—so what could this fool possibly want?
“…?”
But when Ling Weihao saw the countless shadows creeping toward him through the crimson mist, his expression hardened.
“What the hell is that…?”
[First Unit]
[Second Unit]
[Third Unit]
.
.
.
[Three Hundred Ninety-Sixth Unit]
Hundreds of grotesque, unidentifiable figures, each marked with numbers in the four-hundred range on their foreheads, were surging toward him from all directions.
“These are all your subordinates?”
Ling Weihao felt his breath catch in his throat.
“Rescue the young lady.”
“Kill every last one of these Chinese bastards!”
And then Hanul’s raiding party, having come to find Ji Min-jeong, arrived as well—leaving Ling Weihao and his men trapped in a reversal, now the ones surrounded.
“You were just bragging about one-on-one duels, weren’t you? Fine then. Come at me. I’ll make sure to save the pleasure of crushing your skull for last.”
Boom!
Jeong Hyeon-su stamped down hard and unleashed a tremendous aura that began to radiate outward.
His power surpassed even Ling Weihao’s.
Blue flames erupted across Ling Weihao’s body. Jeong Hyeon-su charged straight into that azure inferno without hesitation.
Crash!
The two collided.
To be continued ▶
The Exclusive Returner, the Martial God
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Cheon-ya
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