The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 67

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Episode 67. Light and Shadow (4)
“So what happens now?”
A difference of even a single Rank was not something to be dismissed lightly.
Yet this damned Gate had consistently defied that principle, operating as it pleased—and they had witnessed it with their own eyes.
Hence the dread that crept in. Especially since the Knightly Order had glimpsed the Final Boss’s majesty in the Eclipse Library, they were wound tight with apprehension.
The sigh that escaped was deeper than the chasm before them, heavy as a stone sinking to the bottom.
The black sun overhead felt like a black hole, draining their very will to fight.
But then.
“That… that is…!”
“What?”
Your Grace, look there!”
One of the knights cried out in alarm.
In the center of the well, within a transparent case, sat a single sword sheath.
Darkness had coalesced within it, yet paradoxically rendered it transparent—a strange, uncanny sight. But they all knew.
A sheath that had appeared before them at the mention of the Final Stage…
“Avalon…”
Edwin could not be certain, yet his intuition screamed it. There it was—the ultimate restraint that England had been seeking all this time.
A holy blade’s companion, capable of breaking the bindings that held even a Sword King, drew his gaze as though entranced.
But rash action was forbidden; he held his ground.
Then it came.
“Stop right there!”
A grating voice echoed from beyond the stages they had traversed.
Figures wreathed in flickering flame appeared. And on their garments, a fire-breathing dragon emblem. Recognition came without difficulty.
“The Hwalyong-hoe…?”
“You Samhap-hoe dogs dare show your faces here!”
“Why not? Never thought Sir Lancelot would come searching for such a treasure. Lucky us, I’d say.”
The man leading the Hwalyong-hoe criminals sneered.
“Jeok Yeom.”
“Ah, so you know of me, Divine Maiden?”
The man bearing the epithet Jeok Yeom—red beard and all—stood before them.
A master of the combat techniques bestowed by Yeom-je himself.
A psychopath who had committed countless atrocities under the Hwalyong-hoe banner, treating the incineration of humans as ritual.
“I make it a habit to remember those worth killing.”
“Well, look at that—we’re kindred spirits. I do the same.”
“Planning vengeance for your master?”
“Of course. We’re a land of the martial way. Avenging one’s master is a duty as fundamental as breathing.”
Jeok Yeom’s expression held nothing but contempt.
“Do you know how much we sacrificed for that? That’s why you die here today.”
Ring Wehao, Yeom-je’s disciple, slain by Jeong Hyun-soo’s hand.
The death of that talented youth who would have borne the name Qing Yan and wielded the Tyrant Genius left Jeok Yeom utterly unmoved.
“Bullshit. You came crawling to that senile old fool, trying to become a dragon yourself—licking the ass of someone who doesn’t even know his own place.”
Edwin flinched at the vulgarity, more criminal than any criminal’s tongue.
He wondered if they were even the same species.
“Hah, know where you’re about to die? Your last words came out well.”
As he spoke, Jeok Yeom swept his gaze across the surroundings.
Something felt… off.
‘Am I imagining things?’
The English Knightly Order had entered the Gate first. They surely must have suffered massive casualties.
Even the latecomers—his own forces—had taken severe losses.
Seventy of the hundred elite Hwalyong-hoe warriors, so meticulously selected to demonstrate what happened when you crossed Jeong Hyun-soo and Yeom-je, the master of the Hwalyong-hoe itself, had fallen.
‘Those bastards… barely twenty left….’
They should have been worn to nothing, yet they showed no signs of having weathered such an ordeal.
Their condition appeared pristine, their fatigue barely evident save for Lancelot.
‘Did Edwin clear it alone? Is that it?’
But that was impossible. Even they must have barely made it through—would they really have skipped the Stage Boss and bolted tail-first?
“Lancelot, I’ll let you live if you just leave now. Once he’s dealt with, we cooperate and escape together.”
Jeok Yeom’s gaze flickered between Jeong Hyun-soo and Avalon.
He didn’t know precisely what Avalon was, but given the Gate’s difficulty, he was certain it was an extraordinary reward.
He simply had no intention of touching the Final Boss.
“Do you have some secret method of escape?”
“Why’s a dead man so curious? You’ll find out for yourself soon enough.”
From Jeok Yeom’s chuckle, Jeong Hyun-soo could guess what he’d brought along.
Something related to a Gate Escape Scroll, almost certainly.
Given that this ambush was for Yeom-je’s prestige, it would have to be something quite sophisticated.
The confidence radiating from him was considerable.
At Jeok Yeom’s proposal, Edwin let out a derisive laugh.
“Would a true knight abandon his comrade?”
“Ah, playing the knight’s game here too? We’re moving past the twenty-first century into the twenty-second, you fool!”
“The date doesn’t matter. That’s all I have to say.”
Clang!
Edwin left those words hanging and drew his blade. Jeok Yeom watched and began to applaud.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
“Magnificent! Truly moving last words. Well then, everyone—shall we cremate them while we’re at it?”
At Jeok Yeom’s command, the Hwalyong-hoe criminals surged forward, spewing flames. As the knights moved to intercept, Jeong Hyun-soo bolted without a backward glance.
“Ha-ha-ha! The man they were willing to die for—he runs first!”
The knights of the Knightly Order remained unmoved by Jeok Yeom’s mockery.
Jeong Hyun-soo had never acted without reason until now.
Whatever he was doing, it was no retreat—far from it.
“Everyone, fall back! Now!”
“…What?”
When they turned, Jeong Hyun-soo had already reached Avalon.
The altar holding Avalon was overflowing with shadow thick as spilled ink, radiating an ominous presence.
[The Abyss Lord fully awakens.]
“…!”
From within the altar, from the depths of the abyss, the shadow of the Abyss Lord rose forth.
[Rank: Challenger]
Everyone who witnessed it gasped. None more than Jeok Yeom.
“What…?”
It was the first System Message of this kind he’d seen. The Gate’s system treated the vanguard and the reinforcements differently.
Only after the reinforcements joined had the Gate’s unthinkable true nature been revealed.
The result of throwing his subordinates away and prioritizing pursuit over direct combat until now.
But even so, Challenger was beyond specification. The same rank as the master he revered like heaven itself.
As the sealed eyes opened, Jeok Yeom’s body began to tremble.
Those eyes.
Those eyes that had appeared from nowhere, consumed dozens of his subordinates, and fired that Shadow Beam…!
As those eyes focused and settled into place, primal terror took root—a state where no resistance was possible.
“I-I’ll… die!”
One of them gritted his teeth and unleashed flame. But the attack was useless.
The fire passed right through as if it had no substance, and all present gasped anew.
‘How on earth could anyone have won against something like this?’
This was why the difficulty of acquiring Avalon was extreme.
Only Jeong Hyun-soo, who knew of the Abyss Lord’s existence—the calamity that would reign supreme until the Gate’s raid finally failed and was released, before the Three Disasters truly appeared—could remain composed.
The Abyss Lord’s fingertips moved.
Jeong Hyun-soo shouted immediately.
“Get down!”
At the same instant, a triple-wave ring of shadow materialized in the air.
Splash-splash-splash-splash!
Shadow Tide.
“Screeeeeech!”
Ten Hwalyong-hoe criminals’ bodies were torn clean in two by the indiscriminate wave of destruction.
Bone-chilling power. A Challenger-rank attack that offered no clear path to evade.
Jeok Yeom made a quick assessment.
First, he had to survive. This was catastrophe incarnate.
He reached for the Gate Escape Scroll in his pocket to use it.
“…?”
“Won’t work, will it?”
His scroll had already turned black.
A rare case where the Tower’s artifact usage restrictions took effect. Artifacts weren’t entirely forbidden—they were suppressed.
The Shadow Veil that the Abyss Lord had unfurled. Those caught in its domain of influence couldn’t release the magical power needed to use the Escape Scroll.
How many Hunters had died trying to overcome it?
“My lord! What are you doing!”
“Tear the scroll right now!”
As the criminals pressed him, their lives hanging by a thread, Jeok Yeom swept his hand through the air.
“Arrrgh!”
“Shut your mouths! Before I kill every last one of you!”
The most exasperating and bewildering presence was Jeok Yeom himself.
Boom!
An explosion from the Abyss Lord that hadn’t moved a single step.
The dark mana pooled on the ground surged up like pillars, dealing death in its wake.
Jeong Hyun-soo, having already decoded that pattern, dodged clear and drew the Solar Blade.
He readied the Shield of Radiance and charged toward the Abyss Lord. The Solar Blade’s power manifested.
What it illuminated became solid and real.
“Stop! It’s reckless!”
But all the same, it was like a match before a typhoon. Platinum rank or not, his opponent transcended the Challenger tier.
To attack such a being?
“What—?”
Edwin, watching Jeong Hyun-soo’s trajectory shift in an instant, doubted his own eyes.
Thwack!
The Solar Blade pierced through.
But it was not the Abyss Lord.
The Solar Blade had been driven into the Crescent Moon Mark that formed the altar.
Clang!
Part of the blade shattered.
“No…!”
Edwin despaired at the destruction of the Solar Blade, which had been instrumental in achieving overwhelming victories until now.
He sensed the end.
Yet still, Jeong Hyun-soo ran forward again.
As though he had already read the Abyss Lord’s attack. Dodging with barely a hair’s breadth to spare, he now charged toward the Half-Moon Mark.
“Could it be…?”
Did he know this too? Was this something he had anticipated?
Hope kindled in Edwin’s chest. And hope swiftly hardened into certainty.
The already-shattered Solar Blade pierced into the Half-Moon Mark.
Clang!
Of course it broke. As if it had to.
As it drove in like a screw being threaded, light bloomed across the altar.
The Abyss Lord’s response changed. It locked its gaze on Jeong Hyun-soo.
“Stop it! Block him no matter what! I’m telling you to stop that bastard!”
Edwin roared, surging forward at the Abyss Lord.
Just as the scribes had felt, the Abyss Lord sensed the danger and gave chase to Jeong Hyun-soo.
Jeok Yeom’s survival instinct, catching the shift, reacted reflexively.
Like a flash of lightning, Jeok Yeom closed in behind him.
Clash!
Even as he crossed blades with Edwin, Jeok Yeom pursued the Abyss Lord that pursued Jeong Hyun-soo.
The final piece.
Only the guard remained of the Solar Blade. Just before the Abyss Lord’s hand reached him, Jeong Hyun-soo slotted that guard into the Black Moon.
Light erupted from within the altar’s shadow, then converged once more into Avalon.
Reaching for the rising Avalon, Jeong Hyun-soo’s eyes met Jeok Yeom’s.
“Catch.”
He tossed it immediately. In that instant, Jeok Yeom let out a scream.
He felt the Abyss Lord’s terrible gaze fix upon him.
Roaaaaar!
A Shadow Beam struck him head-on.
To be continued ▶
The Sole Inheritor Regression Sword Master
Author
Cheon Ya
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Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
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May 26, 2026
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