The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 13

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Episode 13. Hegemon Trait (1)
After the collision that exhausted all his power, Ling Wehao coughed up blood.
‘Did it go out?’
The Blue Flame that should have been burning hot on his fist had suddenly cooled.
The fact that a flame capable of melting steel had lost its vigor after just one clash was staggering.
But what was even more astounding was that this wasn’t the work of compatibility or some special ability.
‘He just… crushed it flat?’
The mysterious opponent was clutching his shoulder and muttering.
“My body can’t take much more of this.”
They say that upon mastering the Hyun Cheon Gwi Won Gong, one can erase an opponent’s abilities through absolute emptiness, but Jung Hyun-soo hadn’t even begun to study it.
He’d simply annihilated Ling Wehao’s flames with overwhelming force based on the Paecheon-gi foundation.
Yet the vessel wasn’t properly refined; his joints creaked, and muscles that couldn’t absorb the recoil felt as though they were tearing.
Of course, he showed no sign of it, and Jung Hyun-soo pointed his fingertips at Ling Wehao before flicking them lightly.
It was a light Enemy’s Empty Palm Strike. No matter how you looked at it, he wasn’t a martial artist whose physiology was primarily built for palm and hand strikes, and yet he was brazenly engaging him in a provocative fight.
“Come on. Don’t you need to prove to that old bastard that the Blue Flame Annihilation School isn’t just this?”
Ling Wehao’s expression twisted violently.
“What? Some great secret? Is there a problem if it’s revealed that you’re the disciple of China’s infamous fugitive, Yan Di?”
Ling Wehao was Yan Di’s hidden youngest disciple, a figure who held sway over the criminal underworld of China.
Yan Di kept him hidden to protect him from his other disciples first.
It was closer to giving an unprepared disciple a chance than to showing favoritism.
“It’s that old man’s ugly side—always wanting to be perfect.”
It was the reason Ling Wehao didn’t fear Korea’s Ten Great Guilds.
Even the Ten Great Guilds fell short against Yan Di’s influence, that much was certain.
“You’re already a dead man anyway. You failed at doing things the way Yan Di taught you.”
Ling Wehao’s eyes widened sharply.
“You bastard… is it possible?”
“What’s possible about it?”
Though the conversation was completely without context, Ling Wehao was certain.
The Tower’s first floor—where Yan Di had devised a method to gain the greatest reward from numerous test subjects.
Ling Wehao, deployed for that purpose, had tried to raise his Skill Proficiency against his clone bodies, but was promptly expelled.
— That is a method prohibited by the Tower.
Fortunately, he passed through leniency, but how furious had he been when he discovered that someone had intercepted the trick he’d planned?
“You won’t tell me how you found out, will you?”
“Would you, you idiot?”
“But if you see your younger brother suffering miserably right before your eyes, you can’t help but light the fuse.”
“That won’t happen.”
His words were casual, but Jung Hyun-soo’s movements were sharp and precise.
He closed the distance in an instant, his body becoming suddenly blurred as he carved through the blind spot in Ling Wehao’s vision.
It was a mature opening strike that perfectly understood the opponent’s sight and reflected even the smallest details.
‘What is this guy?’
By any measure, this wasn’t the fighting style of an ordinary Hunter.
The thick stench of an alley rat’s life, one who had passed through a hellscape where only killing let you survive—it emanated so strongly that Ling Wehao was thrown off balance.
The first strike means the first move.
“Tss!”
After slapping Jung Hyun-soo’s left hand horizontally, Ling Wehao launched a strike toward the neck in the opening he’d deliberately created.
Like a flame that spreads naturally, the Blue Flame surged roughly toward Jung Hyun-soo’s face, riding on the powerfully released Mana.
But that too was a feint. He’d naturally assumed the dodge and prepared a heretical counterattack.
Crack!
Ling Wehao’s extended hand, aiming a false strike at the face, was caught.
He pulled with all his strength, but couldn’t break free.
Even if he didn’t fight strength-focused, someone at his Gold Rank level shouldn’t be overpowered in raw power by some greenhorn who’d just entered the Tower?
Whoosh!
“Ugh!”
Worse, the precise counter that came down struck him, forcing Ling Wehao to stumble backward.
Ling Wehao wasn’t an idiot. If he were, Yan Di would never have taken him as a disciple in the first place.
‘I can’t win like this.’
Ling Wehao had determined that he absolutely couldn’t defeat Jung Hyun-soo with ordinary fighting methods.
Jung Hyun-soo smirked at the sight of Ling Wehao.
“You’d better pull it out soon. I’m starting to get bored.”
“What?”
“Stop playing dumb. Forget it—just die.”
At Jung Hyun-soo’s words, Ling Wehao released all his power from the source of magical energy that lay beneath his navel—
what the West called a Mana Hole, what the East called the Dantian.
Half-measures would not do here.
Yan Di was Yan Di not merely for mastering fire-attributed techniques.
He was the Hegemon of Flame—his invincible legend built upon a destruction as absolute as the conflagration that could burn away all things under heaven.
Whoosh!
An inborn savagery, a base cruelty—he seized that bestial violence as kindling, and a fierce wildfire erupted outward in all directions.
“I’ll reduce you to ash!”
Boom!
Ling Wehao’s speed transformed entirely. With his limiter torn away, he rode the fierce wind like a spreading conflagration across the desolate Wasteland, bearing down on Jung Hyun-soo.
Jung Hyun-soo drew up his Paecheon-gi to meet the strike.
Crash!
Ling Wehao’s force was mighty enough to ignite the very air itself.
A blaze that seemed to devour even its own source. The power threaded through it sent shockwaves rippling through empty space.
Boom! Boom!
Boom!
It was the sound of artillery—as though waves of monsters were pouring forth from a Dungeon Break.
Jung Hyun-soo answered with the Cheonpae Gwi Wang Mu unfurled in kind.
He did not retreat.
He merely bent his legs slightly, meeting the crackling Blue Flame with a straight punch.
Boom!
Jung Hyun-soo’s concentrated Paecheon-gi punched a hole straight through the inferno.
Crack!
At the same moment, the fabric of his robes caught flame, releasing an acrid stench.
Again Jung Hyun-soo’s fist prepared to strike. Ling Wehao braced for a decisive blow.
A powerful Heel Strike Technique—he was about to swing his heel like a hammer, wreathed in flame, when—
Ling Wehao’s body twisted sharply midair, as though he were rebounding off empty space itself, altering his trajectory—
“What are you doing?”
Yet Jung Hyun-soo’s waist flexed like a drawn bow, evading the attack with perfect economy.
‘He read it?’
The Blue Flame Annihilation School was a technique of pure offense, yet despite its appearance of rigid directness, it possessed remarkable fluidity.
Ling Wehao had always exploited precisely that point to break through every crisis—but Jung Hyun-soo carried the experience of direct confrontation with both him and Yan Di himself.
There was no way he could land the strike.
Instead, Jung Hyun-soo’s perfectly-timed fist drove into Ling Wehao’s gut.
“Get your act together. That’s why Yan Di’s out there recruiting disciples, talking about getting another one.”
Gasp!
Utter humiliation.
Jung Hyun-soo stepped back, halting his assault as though telling him to do better—a sight of complete contempt to any observer.
Through pain that felt like his spine was snapping, Ling Wehao gritted his teeth.
“You bastard!”
“What did you say, you brat?”
Ling Wehao’s eyes blazed with extreme fury.
Ling Wehao’s power was rooted in rage.
‘There it is.’
As reason was devoured and only fury remained, the fire of the raging beast burned hotter than ever before.
And now Jung Hyun-soo need only suppress this Ling Wehao, who had momentarily transcended even Gold Rank strength.
Yes, he had to suppress him.
The Hegemon power he desired.
It was a quality demanded by the Male Supremacy Hegemon, one of the Five Kings, a power that would never allow turning one’s back to an opponent.
For reasons he could not explain, the true essence of the Hegemon Trait—something that demanded impossible feats even from ordinary Hunters in the Tower’s lowest depths—drove Jung Hyun-soo’s fist into collision with Ling Wehao.
Crash!
Ling Wehao’s toes left the ground; Jung Hyun-soo arched his back, slipping the blow aside, then unleashed a straight punch.
Ling Wehao’s upper arm intercepted the attack, and a headbutt came driving in.
He was called Hegemon, not a brute.
Jung Hyun-soo parried the strike, translated the momentum through a circular path into the next motion, and leveraged the centrifugal force into a Penetrating Fist counter.
Thud!
Even as they traded fierce blows in direct combat, Jung Hyun-soo felt resonance stirring from somewhere deep in his soul.
The Paecheon-gi that dwelt within his body—the very Cheonpae Gwi Wang Mu itself, which had walked beside him as a half-measure all his life, drew toward something.
‘It’s coming.’
Jung Hyun-soo had only just begun his proper initiation into martial arts, and now he faced an opponent on his first tower climb—someone he could never hope to match.
A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest.
‘No. It’s not coming to me.’
Jung Hyun-soo sensed something shift.
An awakening.
That missing piece he’d been hungering for—something to fill the void.
Just a little more.
It wasn’t enough yet.
To any observer, he might have seemed lost in a trance, but his eyes remained cold and focused as he pursued Ling Wehao, unfurling the Cheonpae Gwi Wang Mu through an even fiercer Paecheon-gi than before.
“Hrrgh!”
Pressed by the mounting danger, Ling Wehao unleashed a more savage assault. They threw their full strength at each other.
On the surface they seemed evenly matched, but Jung Hyun-soo was merely a Rookie facing a Gold Rank Hunter like Ling Wehao.
He showed no sign of it, but his joints screamed in agony as muscle fibers tore and bones ground against one another.
‘Just a little more.’
Yet with each passing moment, clarity crystallized. His survival instinct was screaming at him—he had to seize this. Now.
It was agonizing. He had barely anything left to give.
But he had no choice. For himself. For revenge. For his family. There was something he had to take.
Jung Hyun-soo did what he’d always done—what he’d done countless times before, pushed to the brink, wringing every last ounce of strength to land a blow that mattered.
In that instant, power surged through him.
‘It’s here.’
Jung Hyun-soo immediately drew upon the Hwan Cheon Jin Gi, seizing that wavering force and pulling it completely under his control.
[…What?]
Choice wasn’t something you received—it was something you took.
Forcibly extracting the surging power, Jung Hyun-soo immediately concentrated it and unleashed it all at once.
Boom!
The fist Jung Hyun-soo drove forward sent Ling Wehao sliding backward in a spray of friction, forced away.
Unable to fully neutralize the impact, Ling Wehao concentrated his Mana into his legs—but it was too late. He was already airborne, hurtling backward.
Ling Wehao’s expression went blank.
“I… was pushed back?”
This was the complete release of power coupled with reason itself burning away—a desperate, all-consuming blow. There was no way a mere slip of a child could have withstood it, let alone countered it.
He’d created this result through sheer, unadulterated force alone.
Jung Hyun-soo’s body should have been ravaged from within by the heat, his bones and muscles surely shattered.
He lacked the absolute strength and cultivation level to manage this at all—so where was this power coming from?
‘What is that?’
Even as this happened, Jung Hyun-soo found himself transformed.
Magnificent. No—utterly, completely hegemonical.
Rough and savage at its core, yet somehow refined into an overwhelming, devastating presence.
It was as though he stood before a colossus—one that uprooted mountains and whose winds could overturn the world itself.
[Conditions satisfied.]
[You have succeeded in manifesting a result that no Rookie-Rank Hunter could ever withstand.]
[The contract shall be upheld. Forgotten Kings.
[One of the Kings among the forgotten and the exiled has decided to set their gaze upon you.]
[You temporarily acquire the Hegemon Trait.]
[The effect of Yeok Bal San Gi Gae Se manifests.]
Jung Hyun-soo evaded Ling Wehao’s renewed assault and instantly seized him by the throat.
“Gah—gck—aaaaaagh!”
His grip was so different in its power that Ling Wehao couldn’t even struggle, and the Paecheon-gi radiating from him forced the Blue Flame to extinguish completely.
Then Jung Hyun-soo hurled the choking Ling Wehao into the center of the battlefield.
Crash!
Those who had once been forgotten did not miss the succulent prize now fallen at their feet.
Continued in the next chapter ▶
The Returning Martial Saint Monopolizes All
Author
Cheon Ya
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Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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Date of Publication
May 26, 2026
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