The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 34

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Episode 34. The Rekindling of Old Debts (4)
Minor disputes between guild successors at the Exchange Tournament were annual affairs, but what was unfolding now was far removed from such triviality.
The spotlight had naturally converged on its architects: Garam and Mirae.
The representatives of both guilds faced each other, their gazes locked in silent confrontation.
“No matter what is said, it will serve no purpose. I hope you will withdraw now, Jung Hyun-su. Otherwise…….”
“Otherwise what? You going to spew killing intent like that fool?”
“Certainly not. How could I presume to do such a thing?”
Yun Geon-hui opened his palm toward Jung Hyun-su.
“I merely fulfill my duty.”
“Fulfill your duty?”
“Yes. You may wish to take revenge on our director, but I will simply defend against it. That will suffice, will it not?”
Yun Geon-hui’s expression, seemingly gentle enough, betrayed intentions that were painfully transparent.
No matter how Garam was revered as a prodigy, no matter that Park Young-su had been subdued—Yun Geon-hui remained a Platinum-ranked talent acknowledged by Mirae Guild.
“…Right. Even if that bastard hits a little harder, how does he break through a Platinum-ranker who’s prepared to hold his ground?”
“He’s trying to make him exhaust himself and collapse.”
“If he keeps dragging it out, he’ll end up looking pathetic. Not a bad move, strategically.”
“Still, it should be entertaining.”
“Hey, Secretary Kim—tell the Hunter Knights to take their time coming over.”
“No, wait, you idiot. Wouldn’t it be more fun if they got here fast and nobody could interfere?”
“I suppose so.”
To most of those gathered here, it seemed nothing more than a spectacle for their amusement.
“Tch. What kind of nonsense is this from the start?”
“I always said Jung Hyun-su was an attention-seeker. Probably just showing off now that things are going well. He’s met his match.”
A few merely watched with disdain.
No one stepped forward. Yun Geon-hui glanced around the room, then smiled thinly and spoke.
“Now is the earliest moment. Shall we end this?”
The way he extended a hand in invitation, like a majordomo of a noble household welcoming an honored guest, was brimming with courtesy—yet of course, it was suffused with patent condescension.
Not that Jung Hyun-su would take offense at such a thing.
“I hope you keep the words that leave your mouth.”
“Pardon?”
“Keep them, even if you die.”
With those words, Jung Hyun-su turned and walked toward the table assigned to Garam Guild.
It seemed he might retreat at that—but he did not.
He grasped the hilt of the massive Chammaedo they had brought for the Exchange Tournament and walked forward, dragging the blade behind him along the ground.
In the brief span they had fought together through turbulent times, the Chammaedo bore every mark of that journey.
Slivers of ogre flesh, fine shards of wrecked data pirate remains—all were wedged into the chips and gaps of the blade.
Since the contest was not decided by a weapon’s spiritual energy, it seemed he had no intention of maintaining the blade at all. A brutishly crude greatsword it was.
Shank.
“Hm…….”
The moment that battered Chammaedo was simply leveled, the aura shifted entirely.
It felt like being struck by the curse magic of a fallen black sorcerer.
‘That killing intent—coming from a mere Bronze-ranker?’
Mirae Guild’s strategic team seemed to have gravely misread their opponent.
But then.
‘It matters not.’
There existed a gap that no amount of talent could yet bridge.
The gulf opened by years. Yun Geon-hui believed in that difference.
“He really is monstrous.”
Jung Hyun-ah, who had been watching, spoke, and Ji Min-jung answered at once.
“Yun Geon-hui is no pushover. So…….”
“That’s not what I mean. My brother, that man.”
“What?”
“When did he learn the Cheongyeong Mansanggong? Isn’t that cheating, no matter how you look at it?”
Jung Hyun-ah was deeply displeased.
When Jung Hyun-su had released that aura, she felt something she had never seen before—and now, looking back, she sensed the flavor of the Cheongyeong Mansanggong that her father Jung Cheol had once demonstrated.
The same, yet different.
‘His own reinterpretation?’
Jung Hyun-ah realized that three of the five techniques of the Cheonpae Gwiwangmu, which she had been denied because the time had not come, had already begun to flow into Jung Hyun-su.
“I don’t like this.”
“…….”
Of course, Ji Min-jung couldn’t fathom what was being said, and it was precisely then that the first collision erupted.
Crash! Crackle-crack!
Since his opponent had conceded not to counterattack, Jung Hyun-su channeled every ounce of his power into the most devastating strike he could muster.
Cheonpae Gwiwangmu Geuksam Ilseom.
Yun Geon-hui’s eyes went wide at the thunderbolt strike, delivered with stats inflated beyond measure by Yeokbalsan Gigaesae.
Clash!
‘One blow doesn’t settle it?’
Yun Geon-hui had to swing the Biryugeom—symbol of the Mirae Guild elite—again and again just to barely deflect Jung Hyun-su’s assault.
‘What the hell is this guy…?’
Was this truly the kind of power a Bronze-rank could possess?
His grip was going numb.
They’d merely collided head-on, yet his Platinum-rank frame had groaned under the impact.
But the one who’d attacked showed no sign of strain, launching another assault.
Whoosh!
A slash that cleaved the wind itself.
The Cheonpae Gwiwangmu’s descending strike aimed at Yun Geon-hui.
A leaping strike from tremendous height, slammed downward with maximized force—and it wasn’t merely fast.
“Hah!”
It was brutally, relentlessly persistent. The Chammaedo’s target had never been solely Yun Geon-hui.
Yun Geon-hui’s one fatal vulnerability.
Before the savage blade descending to bisect the defenseless Park Young-su tucked at his side, Yun Geon-hui shuddered with dread.
“Tseeeek!”
Clang! Clang!
Ting-ting-ting!
He barely managed to catch the blow on his sword’s edge, but Jung Hyun-su’s body was already spinning in a full rotation.
Whomp!
“You bastard!”
Yun Geon-hui’s fury erupted without restraint.
How dare he come in so low, so dirty, even now?
The Cheonpae Gwiwangmu transcending Bronze-rank, with its viciousness targeting only Yun Geon-hui’s shoulder and Park Young-su’s torso, showed no sign of ending.
Jung Hyun-su raised the Chammaedo overhead.
With the blade lifted above his shoulder, he unleashed a brutal crescent slash downward, and Yun Geon-hui had no choice but to deploy the Biryugeom desperately to receive it.
Yet in that instant, his nape prickled with danger.
“Where—when did he—?”
Jung Hyun-su, having occupied the rear through Cheongyeong Mansanggong, sent a slash from behind him.
“You cunning bastard…!”
Faced with a strike aimed to destroy the space between his legs, Yun Geon-hui was forced to make a choice.
He hurled Park Young-su away and crossed his arms to block Jung Hyun-su’s slash.
He meant to catch Park Young-su again as he fell, and Jung Hyun-su leaped as well.
Yun Geon-hui was confident he’d seize the advantage in speed here.
“Damn it!”
But Jung Hyun-su’s target was never Park Young-su—it was Yun Geon-hui himself.
Yun Geon-hui hastily spun his body mid-air.
Whoosh-whoosh!
As he landed, Yun Geon-hui clenched his chest and gritted his teeth.
Fortunately, he’d managed to snag Park Young-su’s wrist and secure him again, but now a searing, burning pain radiated from his chest.
Blood had been drawn after all.
“What… isn’t this getting too rough?”
“Did the Team Lead actually take a hit…?”
With everyone watching, the fact that a Bronze-rank had landed an effective blow on him in this display rippled outward, marring the career he’d built so carefully.
The wound on his chest was a humiliation that would scar his life.
“I’ll kill you!”
Eyes blazing with fury, Yun Geon-hui charged at Jung Hyun-su.
His sole conviction: to pulverize Jung Hyun-su utterly.
It was the death throes of a beast—transcending the indignity of lifelong denial, now laced with the terror that Jung Hyun-su would bring upon his future.
Whoooosh!
Unlike the enraged Yun Geon-hui, Jung Hyun-su simply swung the Chammaedo with calm precision.
He sliced through his thigh; Yun Geon-hui, bleeding freely, closed the distance and unleashed a killing intent so palpable it darkened the air.
Nothing but murderous intent toward Jung Hyun-su.
With that killing intent born of the will to murder others so that he himself might live, Yun Geon-hui’s eyes flew wide open.
The cold, piercing energy of the Biryugeom—a blade as relentless as it was vicious—condensed into a single shaft of power, and in that instant it shot forth with enough force to pierce not just his heart but the very sun hanging beyond.
“Damn it!”
“No!”
Even Jung Hyun-ah couldn’t help but cry out—this was too much—and in that moment darkness swallowed the tournament grounds.
Crack!
Then came a sound like a hunk of meat being hurled to the ground.
“Gaaaahhh!”
Yun Geon-hui couldn’t fathom why he was coughing blood.
Just moments before, he’d unleashed a killing strike.
Then his vision went dark, and he realized—it was he who’d taken the blow.
Even as he spat blood, Yun Geon-hui pushed himself to his feet. The reflex came from experience, from knowing this was real—a battle where death meant death.
Through the darkness, he focused his strength on the figure of Jung Hyun-su, barely visible.
His power circuits screamed with damage, agony churning through him, but he couldn’t stop.
‘If I don’t, I die.’
“Die!”
Yun Geon-hui pressed forward with strike after killing strike toward Jung Hyun-su, who exhaled an unknowable black smoke—and his desperation was absolute.
Because.
Because Jung Hyun-su’s form was utterly alien now, utterly terrifying.
Was this what death’s own fire looked like, roiling in the dark?
The black smoke pouring from Jung Hyun-su’s body made him look like the very embodiment of a king of the Gwiwon.
[Hyeoncheong Gwiwongong has reached rank 10.]
[The trait Gwiwang Hyeonhyeon activates.]
Now wielding the true power of Gwiwon, Jung Hyun-su—with the trait of the Gwiwon king itself—could instinctively release pure Gwigi as though it were his own breath.
And more than that.
[The skill Toseong Jeukgi manifests.]
[All abilities increase by 600%.]
[You stand foremost in battle. The trait Seonbongjang activates.]
[All abilities increase by an additional 10%.]
Every ounce of power he could summon was brought to bear, and Jung Hyun-su’s fist—wreathed in black Gwigi—came down upon Yun Geon-hui.
“…!”
Eerily, there was no sound. No massive shockwave even.
But.
Something far more terrible happened instead—the moment Jung Hyun-su’s Gwigi made contact, the Biryugeom’s power simply vanished.
And then the Chammaedo came down.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh!”
Stripped bare of defenses by the Hyeoncheong’s Gwiwon drain, Yun Geon-hui was sent flying backward with a scream that tore from his throat.
Jung Hyun-su walked forward with vacant eyes toward the fallen Park Young-su.
“Hhhh…”
Park Young-su’s eyes snapped open—instinct pulling him back from unconsciousness.
Through blurred vision, a monster wreathed in black smoke was approaching him.
Slash.
‘What…?’
His forearm went hot.
And that heat became a horrifying fire of pain that burned through his nerves.
“This is the price of ending it here.”
Jung Hyun-su severed Park Young-su’s arm with the Chammaedo, then planted that arm on the Mirae Guild’s banner lying on the ground, and turned away.
Continued in the next chapter ▶
The Sole Returner
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Cheon Ya
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