The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61. The Holy Sword (6)
Jeong Hyun-soo took the minimal rest he needed, then immediately entered Mana Meditation.
He’d overwhelmed Gawain, but if he was honest, he’d pushed himself hard.
Youngest of the Round Table or not, Gawain was a Platinum Rank Knight.
The demonstration had required overwhelming force, and his bluffing had worked—the fish had bitten the bait.
A bout against twenty Knights from the Order to accompany him was a perilous gamble even for Jeong Hyun-soo, the outcome far from certain.
But the Knight King he knew wouldn’t resort to such games anyway; the man was simply intrigued, so Jeong Hyun-soo had come with a wager condition that would secure the match—everything had unfolded exactly as planned.
Knock, knock.
“Yes?”
He opened the door to find Edwin standing there.
“Sleep well?”
“Thanks to you, I rested thoroughly.”
“Unfortunately, I couldn’t say the same for myself.”
Edwin looked tired in every way.
“You could’ve simply ended it there. Why stir up this mess?”
“It seemed necessary to provide certain proof.”
“The King’s Knights would obey his command without question—Gawain alone would’ve sufficed.”
Concern was written across Edwin’s face.
As Duke of Manchester, the arrival of such a promising talent as Jeong Hyun-soo into the nation was welcome enough, yet his personal sentiment carried a touch of regret at the young man’s recklessness.
“I’m grateful for your concern, Duke.”
Jeong Hyun-soo understood that concern well enough. But the contract was already in motion.
“Well, in any case, it seems we’ll be seeing each other quite often from now on.”
“I suppose we will.”
Edwin regarded Jeong Hyun-soo with an odd expression.
“Tell me—did your homeland not suit you?”
“Pardon?”
“Young men your age tend to think there’s no place worse than the country of their birth, don’t they? Always yearning for foreign lands and such.”
“I understand what you’re saying, but it’s not quite like that.”
“Then it must be poor treatment…?”
“I have no intention of ever becoming an English Knight.”
Edwin’s expression said he couldn’t fathom what he was hearing.
“But you just said we’d be seeing each other often?”
“If we cooperate with each other, won’t Duke and I naturally see each other frequently?”
The unmistakable confidence of a man convinced he would emerge victorious.
“Don’t you grasp the situation before you? You have to face His Majesty today!”
A Challenger Rank Hunter. A Transcendent classified as a walking Calamity-Class.
“Of course, His Majesty won’t exert his full strength—he’ll match his power to your level—but he is the Knight King, after all.”
“I’m aware.”
That’s precisely why he’d accepted the challenge.
“Hah.”
“Once more, I thank you for your concern, Duke.”
“…You don’t sound grateful at all. In any case, come along.”
As they walked, Edwin spoke of arranging matters so that if desired, Jeong Hyun-soo could maintain dual citizenship.
If the reason Edwin showed such kindness to a stranger weren’t Lancelot, who would believe it?
Jeong Hyun-soo found himself thinking that the world was rather amusing, and he hoped this world would continue on.
* * *
Buckingham Palace, still impossibly intact despite everything.
Jeong Hyun-soo faced the Knight King seated upon the throne in the Seongso at its heart.
“Well, well.”
The Knight King waved his hand casually, like some neighborhood elder, and his expression held both ennui and fascination in equal measure.
“So you didn’t run away after all?”
“Would you have let me if I had?”
“Are you insane? I’d send the Knights Order to drag you back on the spot.”
Beside the Knight King, who laughed heartily, stood Gawain with bandages still wrapped around him.
When their eyes met, Gawain gritted his teeth.
But there was fighting spirit in him. Rather than averting his gaze, he burned with determination to grow stronger—the kind of youngster who would surge ahead rapidly.
And that strength would soon raise the survival odds for both Jeong Hyun-soo and Garam.
“The other Knights also reached out wanting to watch, but I declined. Gawain and Lancelot as observers and witnesses—that’s enough, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes.”
“Have you told your father?”
Jeong Hyun-soo nodded at once.
“Yes, I have been entrusted with this task.”
If Jeong Cheol had known, he would have raised hell. So Jeong Hyun-soo simply framed it as having been assigned this mission.
Forgiveness came easier than permission, and a solid result made that forgiveness all the easier.
“Besides, I’ve no intention of cutting the father-son bond. These days, isn’t it all about going global? So what if he’s a black-haired Englishman? Refreshing, isn’t it? If you don’t like it, we can dye your hair, change your eye color too.”
“Shall we begin?”
“Impudent! Your Majesty was still speaking!”
“That’s Gawain for you. Rushing in to fight even after getting walloped like that. Not that I mind—our good Gawain here.”
Gawain’s face flushed crimson.
He’d get no sleep for a while. For days to come, until he was utterly exhausted, Gawain would swing his blade.
And grow stronger for it.
“If I went all-out against a mere boy, Seon Woo-hyun would laugh at me. Can’t have that, so I’ll stay right here.”
“Understood.”
“Of course I’m not ending this here. I must uphold the Knight’s Code, so giving the weak a chance is only natural. I’ll stay seated and use only my left hand. And naturally, I won’t draw a Holy Sword. Five percent of my power—that should suffice?”
“More than sufficient.”
“Irritating. Just one percent then. Not sure if that translates properly. One percent, right?”
“Understood.”
“Good, then let’s begin.”
The Knight King reached out his hand, and Edwin passed him his sword.
Shing!
The blade drew from the sheath in one fluid motion, slipping into the Knight King’s grip.
The technique was flawlessly elegant.
“You’ve maintained it well.”
“I am grateful for your consideration.”
“No gratitude needed. Since I gave you the blade, I’m pleased you’ve cared for it so attentively. Want another one?”
“I already possess more than enough…….”
“I’m giving you one anyway. Take it.”
“You are most generous.”
The Knight King then raised his sword. Jeong Hyun-soo likewise readied the Demon-Slaying Sword.
The Knight King’s combat skill bore a name as grand as it was: the King’s Sword.
The power of the King’s Sword wielded with a Holy Sword drew a destructive force so tremendous that even Jeong Hyun-soo could not dismiss it.
Yet without a Holy Sword, the Knight King remained formidable.
Though he possessed a broken Trait and wielded the weapon of legend that was Excalibur, he was also a seeker of the Way who forever pursued the martial path, and for this reason Jeong Hyun-soo held him in respect.
His blade rose slowly toward its zenith.
What it was could be discerned at a glance.
A single stroke of the King’s Sword descending from the zenith of heaven.
Cheon Geuk Il Do.
It was not some skill or magic; the illusion felt like time itself had stopped.
It was the dominion of space created by the enlightenment of one who had trained relentlessly to reach the pinnacle as a warrior.
Contests between masters were always fights for space.
With the wind and dust around him, even his heartbeat seeming to slow in illusion, Jeong Hyun-soo detonated his magical power.
To rely on sensation alone would be too late. He had to see directly, judge, and measure his angles.
Above Jeong Hyun-soo’s head, the phantom of a throne descended deep. Golden patterns inscribed across the heavens.
The overwhelming aura of a Transcendent—the kind that forced onlookers to their knees or froze their bodies in dread—crashed down upon him.
……
Edwin and Gawain, who had been watching, stood rigid, breath caught in their throats at the absurd power wielded by merely one percent of his strength.
Whoooosh!
A tempest erupted. Between the vision that had grown distant, a golden line of severance carved its way through.
As though the world itself would split in two, it spread like a fracture, bearing down to crush Jeong Hyun-soo.
Even sound ceased. Was it slowness?
Crash!
No—a beat too late, a thunderous explosion detonated like a storm.
It was a technique that could never be met head-on. Jeong Hyun-soo had naturally anticipated this and drawn forth his response.
[Earth Star Instant Energy activates.]
Through the Vanguard Commander and Reverse-Burst Energy Opening World amplified to its fullest, he unleashed his power.
Gwi Cheon Il Seom from the Heavenly Tyrant Return King Martial Art.
A horizontal strike that tore through trajectory like rending cloth.
“Reckless!”
To any observer, it appeared he was meeting the Knight King head-on with a direct clash of force.
A direct confrontation with the Knight King?
The spirit is admirable, but reckless. That’s a force that cannot be stopped by mere defense.
Then it happened.
Screech!
Jeong Hyun-soo’s blade path shifted in an instant. A stroke that flashed like lightning curved diagonally upward, colliding with a force like a crimson cloud.
Crash!
The blazing scarlet magical power collided with the trajectory of the Knight King’s golden blade path.
An unprecedented force descending in a straight line.
It was an assault like a bombardment, but Edwin’s mouth fell open.
‘He twisted the trajectory?’
It wasn’t a direct confrontation. He’d struck the Knight King’s blade from the side at precisely the right moment.
Clang!
Edwin’s sword, not Excalibur, couldn’t withstand the impact and shattered.
Though the blade energy still lingered, the twisted trajectory scraped past Jeong Hyun-soo’s ear by the narrowest margin.
Black smoke erupted from Jeong Hyun-soo’s body.
The Dark Heaven Return Origin Art.
The emptiness that nullified even tremendous power dissipated the Knight King’s fierce magical force and gradually extinguished it.
Whoosh.
The unvented shockwave passed, leaving only silence in its wake.
“…hah.”
The Knight King let out a hollow laugh.
“Ha ha ha ha!”
Then he burst into hearty laughter.
‘He broke through the Cheon Geuk Il Do like that?’
The Knight King had plenty of time to contemplate. Real combat was so distant that he’d always fought within his own mind.
And through that, he’d pondered his swordsmanship more deeply than anyone, discovering the weakness of the Cheon Geuk Il Do he’d developed.
A strike from the side, just before the impact point bloomed.
And this young whelp had caught onto precisely that.
It would be one thing if they’d sparred before, but this was a complete stranger, meeting for the first time.
And the Knight King was a Transcendent-class powerhouse. To fight such a being without faltering and execute that ploy?
“What are you? A different person than me?”
“Perhaps we shall know each other from now on?”
“No, I mean—how did you know?”
At the Knight King’s question, Jeong Hyun-soo smiled.
“Your Highness.”
“Yes?”
“Our contract contained no such clause.”
“…What?”
“Would you like to know?”
The situation had reversed.
The Knight King, certain of victory, had only now learned the meaning of defeat.
Of course, he felt neither anger nor rage.
“Ahahaha! No, you don’t have to tell me!”
“Indeed. Is not the most important thing the opportunity to learn from defeat?”
A subtle tremor crossed the Knight King’s expression.
It was the one thing he had most desired in his previous life.
The only man who had laughed when the Calamities descended.
Unable to experience defeat, he’d lacked real combat experience.
When he finally faced the Calamities and fought, he’d felt joy in his own growth, but—
A vision of an aging knight haunted by guilt for failing to prevent the world’s destruction flickered through his mind.
“That’s right, mankind learns from defeat! I am Arthur Pendragon! Today I’ve awakened! And Avalon affairs—I’ve entrusted them to him. Don’t like it? If you don’t, come at me and win.”
Jeong Hyun-soo felt pride at his old comrade’s transformation, but he sincerely hoped this theatrical act would end soon.
‘Arthur, what’s with the dramatics, Franklin.’
Recalling his friend’s true name, a man who’d made honesty his virtue, he resolved to free his friend from his chains at last.
To be continued ▶
The Monopolizing Return Martial God
Author
Cheon Ya
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Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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