The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 33

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Episode 33. Rekindled Grudge (3)
“Crime? What nonsense you spout. Why would I care about you?”
Ji Min-jeong’s expression hardened at Park Young-soo’s desolate tone.
“Don’t you understand what’s happening right now?”
“I understand perfectly. Those bastards from Garam are scheming together and daring to challenge the Future Guild.”
Though Seon Byung-hee was said to be hot-tempered, Park Young-soo trusted his instincts.
He was certain Jung Hyun-soo had orchestrated something, and watching Ji Min-jeong fuss about as if she’d been waiting for this moment, the picture became clear enough.
“I hear Garam and Han-ul have gotten close lately—did they grow even more intimate?”
Jung Hyun-ah, listening to the crude profanity, bristled.
“Shut your mouth, you bastard!”
Wasn’t such language excessive, even for the powerful Future Guild?
“You shut yours. Better yet, let me teach you your place.”
As Park Young-soo began radiating killing intent, the atmosphere in the hall grew even colder.
“Young-soo. That’s enough.”
It was Seon Byung-hee, the third of the Il-sung Guild, who stepped in.
South Korea’s strongest guild, said to tower even above the Future Guild.
At a word from a direct member of the Il-sung Guild—the same that had produced Hunter Association Chairman Seon Woo-hyun—Park Young-soo’s brow furrowed.
“This isn’t a place for Il-sung to meddle.”
“No, you’re right. We’re hosting the Exchange Tournament, and I don’t want this event to fall apart.”
“So?”
“Let’s keep this civil. Isn’t that enough?”
“No.”
Though slightly inferior to Il-sung, the Future Guild was still a world-class organization.
Park Young-soo, bound together by that pride, smiled coldly at Seon Byung-hee’s words.
“I’ll be taking an apology from them. For their petty scheming.”
The more Seon Byung-hee tried to placate him, the more stubborn Park Young-soo became.
“…I’m the one who needs to settle this.”
“Brother!”
“That’s right, you little rat. So your pathetic scheme is exposed, and you jump up like a startled frog.”
Park Young-soo sneered at Jung Hyun-soo as he rose from his seat.
But his certainty masked a far different reality.
The words he hurled at Jung Hyun-soo—his chest stained with vomited blood—were those of a madman.
“You always resented being grouped with me, didn’t you? How dare a worthless Garam brat get mentioned alongside me?”
Park Young-soo had scandalized the society pages endlessly, yet seized the position of Future Guild heir through sheer skill alone.
“Garam’s prodigy? That’s laughable.”
“Stop it, Park Young-soo. This isn’t the time.”
“Stay out of this, Byung-hee!”
Park Young-soo shoved the intruding Seon Byung-hee aside roughly and shouted.
“Isn’t this what you all want? To see his true strength. I’ll show you. I’ll make it clear what’s real.”
“Stop! Do you realize what insanity you’re committing?”
“What do I care?”
As always, the Future Guild’s power would clean up whatever mess resulted.
“It looks foolish, but every move is calculated.”
“What?”
“Crushing a rival early has its advantages.”
It was why the heirs of other guilds stood by, watching passively.
They wanted to see Garam’s prodigy broken—preferably by Park Young-soo of the Future Guild, who kept setting impossible records.
“Idiots trying to blow their nose without lifting a finger. Monsters born lucky, coasting on what they’ve inherited, making noise. That’s the true face of this Exchange Tournament.”
“Then know your place and don’t overstep. Keep that shallow head of yours in check.”
“Sometimes spectacle and ceremony matter, too.”
“What?”
Park Young-soo froze in shock.
Not so much at the words themselves, but at the small, quiet voice that reached him from behind.
Boom!
With a thunderous blast like an exploding shell, Park Young-soo’s body flew backward in a straight line.
“What is—!”
Park Young-soo’s attendants were seized by panic at the sight before them.
“Director!!”
They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Standing alone was Jung Hyun-soo, not Park Young-soo—a Gold-Rank Hunter who should have remained firmly planted.
Spit!
Jung Hyun-soo spat a mouthful of stagnant blood onto the ground.
By any measure, he was severely wounded—yet he’d sent Park Young-soo, who moments before had seemed untouched, flying with a single blow.
“…So someone who just settled into Rank 10 managed to land an effective hit on Park Young-soo?”
Interest flickered in Seon Byung-hee’s eyes.
“Cough! You little rat bastard….”
Park Young-soo rose from the wreckage, clutching his chest, his gaze ablaze with fury like a tidal wave.
Jung Hyun-soo regarded him and spoke.
“Apologize here for what you said about Garam and Han-ul. Then I’ll let it slide once.”
“Shut your mouth! I’m the heir to the Future Guild!”
“So does being an heir mean you can openly insult other guilds and throw Killing Intent first?”
“And who didn’t see you resort to dirty tricks before I did?”
Jung Hyun-soo exhaled slowly.
‘This is why the guild gets swallowed by Seon Woo-hyun even before the Age of Great Ruin arrives.’
Currently, the Future Guild’s center of gravity rested entirely on the Guild Master’s personal charisma.
His children were incompetent, and though they’d selected Park Young-soo as the symbol of the guild’s martial power, the outcome was already written.
‘Useless shoots get pruned where they stand.’
Many eyes were watching—the heirs of each major guild and their attendants among them.
Jung Hyun-soo hadn’t deliberately coughed up that blood for show.
Park Young-soo of the Future Guild was garbage that served no purpose for humanity’s future, and he was the perfect sacrificial lamb upon which Jung Hyun-soo could establish his footing here.
“…You’re about to get trampled, so now you whine about dirty moves? Where were those complaints when you threw the first punch?”
A sneer curled at the corners of Jung Hyun-soo’s mouth.
“What? Getting scared?”
“I’ll rip that mouth of yours open first.”
Dense Killing Intent poured from Park Young-soo’s body.
“You do understand what it means when someone releases Killing Intent at you, right?”
“Shut up!”
“I wasn’t talking to you, vermin.”
It was the first time Park Young-soo had ever heard such language, and his grip on reason snapped.
“Insane… calling the Future Guild’s heir an insect….”
Park Young-soo shot forward like a barrage, his Sword Flash Annihilation descending to shatter Jung Hyun-soo’s teeth in one blow.
The Future Guild’s signature lightning-fast thrust bore down on Jung Hyun-soo.
Boom! Bang!
Holes pierced through Jung Hyun-soo’s body in several places—lethal penetrating wounds.
Having taken a strike that destroyed every vital point, the real problem would be what came next….
“…Except it isn’t. What the hell?”
In the blink of an eye, Jung Hyun-soo had already occupied Park Young-soo’s blind spot.
Azure Spirit’s Myriad Forms.
The most versatile of the Five Kings Martial Arts was manifesting through Jung Hyun-soo’s body.
Wreathed in azure light, Jung Hyun-soo moved without hesitation.
“…Huh?”
Crack!
In the span of a heartbeat, Jung Hyun-soo had seized Park Young-soo’s arm and wrenched it.
“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!”
As the bone snapped sharply and pierced through skin, protruding outward, Ji Min-jeong shut her eyes tight.
“P-please…! Stop!”
The Future Guild’s attendants rushed forward, instantly grasping the situation, but Jung Hyun-soo calmly raised his foot before them.
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
“Ggghhh…!”
Not satisfied with the arm alone, Jung Hyun-soo crushed Park Young-soo’s hip joint beneath his heel, grinding it to pulp.
“What are you doing! Even if this is Garam’s tolerance, we can’t overlook this!”
The attendant cradling the unconscious Park Young-soo, whose limbs hung limp, seethed with rage, but Jung Hyun-soo’s mouth twisted into a bitter smile.
“Overlook? And who exactly are you saying that to?”
“What…?”
“You do understand what it means to bare Killing Intent first, don’t you?”
Killing Intent is the release of one’s life-force—the determination to truly end another’s life.
“When you’re ready to accept death, and I showed mercy instead, and now you talk of oversight? Get out of my way.”
Jung Hyun-soo’s cold words sent a chill down the attendant’s spine.
‘He’s serious.’
One could dismiss it as bluster, perhaps, but the attendant facing Jung Hyun-soo directly could feel it unmistakably.
And that certainty itself left him deeply unsettled.
‘Bronze or not, he beat Park Young-soo, who’s Gold-ranked…….’
Though technically just an attendant, the man who served Park Young-soo was naturally an elite hunter in his own right.
A Platinum-tier powerhouse.
His official title: Team Leader, Management Support Division, Future Guild — Yoon Gun-hee.
In the martial world, where true practitioners rather than ordinary hunters were the measure, a Platinum-ranked hunter was what they called a master of the highest order.
“Should you advance any further, I’ll have no choice but to regard you as an enemy of Future Guild.”
“And if I don’t like that?”
“Then I’m afraid we’ll be forced to settle this by force. I hope you understand.”
“Then let’s see what you’ve got.”
Jung Hyun-ah felt a headache blooming as she watched the bloodied Jung Hyun-soo press forward again with savage intent.
“Hold on, isn’t that enough?”
“Garam is being disrespected. I can’t let that slide.”
“Regarding that matter, we’ll investigate the chain of causality thoroughly and address it afterward——”
“Spare me the bullshit. From the very beginning, everyone here heard you suppress and intimidate with condescending language and attitude. You clearly disrespected Garam. And even if you deny it, this conversation has been recorded.”
“Don’t speculate beyond what was actually said.”
“Why? Planning to deploy that competent Future Guild management team to make it all disappear?”
Each word from Jung Hyun-soo’s mouth was razor-sharp.
‘This bastard…….’
Was this really the same pathetic Jung Hyun-soo from before?
The media had been plastering Garam’s saintliness everywhere recently, but a person’s fundamental character couldn’t change in such a short span. It was a law of nature.
Even if his abilities had awakened properly, his very nature felt different now.
Though Yoon Gun-hee had never seen it directly, Future Guild’s personnel file on him — painstakingly compiled over many years — couldn’t have become completely unreliable.
“…Has he been deceiving the entire world all this time?”
But Jung Hyun-soo offered no answer to that question.
“Stand down. I still have a debt to repay.”
“I’m afraid I cannot. I have my duties to fulfill.”
Yoon Gun-hee, too, began to emit Killing Intent.
“…I’m starting to think this could turn into a real disaster.”
“Hyun-ah, I think you should go stop them.”
At Ji Min-jeong’s words, Jung Hyun-ah wore a slightly sullen expression.
“…Well, you’re probably right, but…….”
“But what?”
“I have a feeling he can handle it even if we leave it alone.”
“What?”
“He’s causing world-shaking disasters right now, but he was always like this.”
Ji Min-jeong paused to think.
The track record of Jung Hyun-soo she’d witnessed firsthand beside him.
“Reckless as he seems, he always cleans up the mess brilliantly.”
“…So you’re saying we should just watch? No, Hyun-ah. The person he’s facing right now is a Platinum-ranked hunter.”
If a Platinum hunter — a team-leader-class operative of the Future Group — went all out, could a Bronze hunter who’d barely left rookie status really hold his ground?
“Well, he took down a Gold when he was a rookie, so there’s no rule saying he can’t handle Platinum as Bronze.”
While not entirely without worry, Jung Hyun-ah folded her arms and simply watched Jung Hyun-soo, trusting that if he wasn’t a complete fool — and he clearly wasn’t — he’d have some trick up his sleeve.
Continued in next episode ▶
The Regressed Martial God’s Monopoly
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Cheon Ya
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