The Regressed Martial God Monopolizes Everything - Chapter 84

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Episode 84. The Hook (6)
The moment Jeong Hyun-soo collapsed, Ibanov found himself in Chae Moo-shik’s line of sight.
“You… are you?”
Ibanov’s question, transmitted through the Translation Artifact, carried considerable weight.
Chae Moo-shik understood its meaning at once.
“That’s right. I wanted you.”
At this matter-of-fact reply, Ibanov found his words catching in his throat.
“No, but why…”
Ibanov could make a rough guess at what transpired in this place.
Other humans sleeping inside enormous flasks.
The scientists recording their progress—it was unmistakably a laboratory for experimenting on human subjects.
Along the path where Chae Moo-shik had led him, he’d spotted an incinerator. He didn’t need to strain his imagination about what it burned.
“What could you possibly gain from doing something like this?”
At Ibanov’s words, Chae Moo-shik snapped his fingers.
Whoosh!
Ibanov’s body moved on instinct, hurling itself forward. Three people stood behind him. But he had no idea what they were targeting.
And thus…
Crack!
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Ibanov threw himself further ahead. His shoulder and right arm were nearly torn clean away, and blood erupted from his ravaged body.
Chae Moo-shik studied him intently.
“Impressive…”
What caught his eye was not Ibanov’s nerve or his willingness to sacrifice himself for others.
It was the wounds closing with remarkable speed—destroyed organs regenerating, bone regrowing, blood pooling to fill the gaps. Chae Moo-shik drank in every detail.
The finest specimen he had ever seen.
If he could find a way to transplant that Trait perfectly into himself, there would be nothing in this world to fear.
“There’s no time. Come with me.”
“Huff… huff…”
Ibanov gasped for breath as he recovered. He had no intention of complying with Chae Moo-shik’s demand.
One.
“Two would be burdensome. I’ll take just one.”
“What do you…!”
Ibanov recoiled at those words.
Chae Moo-shik had no interest in cultivating goodwill with Ibanov. He neither coaxed nor cajoled; efficiency took precedence.
“One survivor is no different from two, after all.”
Jeong Hyun-soo had been taken out of the equation. And Chae Moo-shik saw no need to haul two hostages along.
Boom!
“…!”
A fist technique that tore through space itself. Its trajectory was far beyond what someone like Ibanov could hope to counter.
And yet.
And yet Ibanov hurled himself forward once more.
His body was far from fully healed, but it was all he could rely on.
“Aaaahhhhh! No!”
Ibanov screamed, agony spreading through every inch of his body.
His own flesh mattered nothing.
The fist strike from Chae Moo-shik possessed more force than Ibanov’s body alone could absorb, and the unspent wind rushed toward Nikita and Anna.
Ibanov shrieked. He had believed his body was all he could trust—and even that faith betrayed him.
His misjudgment. His insufficient strength. Because of these, those more precious to him than life itself now faced death.
Threats of suicide wouldn’t work. With his Immortality, he couldn’t even end his own life by physical means.
Just as he cursed his own existence, a blood-soaked mass lying nearby suddenly rose to its feet, positioning itself between the fist wind and the siblings.
“…!”
Boom!
Then it thrust a fist forward against the wind.
Though knocked back without resistance, Chae Moo-shik’s intended target—the deaths of Anna and Nikita—had clearly been thwarted.
Chae Moo-shik’s eyebrows twitched.
‘This bastard…’
Jeong Hyun-soo was clearly driven far beyond his limits. Yet he had risen.
Even moments ago, unable to fully absorb the impact, Jeong Hyun-soo had dragged himself upright like a corpse.
His armor hung in tatters, and his eyes had grown so dim that his consciousness seemed to be slipping into an abyss—and yet…
Step.
Jeong Hyun-soo staggered forward toward Chae Moo-shik, pushing through the pain.
Thump.
In his dimming vision, Jeong Hyun-soo felt it—a strange, pulsing magical power.
He couldn’t say what it was.
The Immortal Monster God Technique.
The most unfathomable force of the Dark King had finally stirred, breaking its long silence.
What he needed to do was clear: if it responded, he would use everything at his disposal.
Jeong Hyun-soo’s entire will converged on the secret methods of the Immortal Monster God Technique.
He felt it distinctly—an indestructible magical power settling in his heart, spreading faintly outward.
It was truly incomprehensible territory. But now, finally, he grasped how to wield the Immortal Monster God Technique that had eluded him until now.
“Tsk.”
A note of irritation escaped Chae Moo-shik’s lips for the first time. He’d already wasted enough time.
There was no reason to hold back further.
A biting heat flared from Chae Moo-shik’s fist.
The eighth form of the Heaven’s Fist Flame Heart Technique.
Flame Splitting Heaven.
Crimson hellfire consumed the air itself, pillars of flame erupting along his fist’s trajectory, shattering the ground beneath.
Jeong Hyun-soo exhaled through eyes gone black with strain. His breath came ragged and sharp. Copper flooded his mouth.
Even so, he repeated the incantation ceaselessly.
Let the blood flow, but coagulate the flesh so it does not shatter.
The solid magical force anchored in his heart obeyed his will.
A power began to radiate outward from his entire body, humming with intensity.
A black membrane formed, its surface roiling like molten lava before hardening into thick, impenetrable shell.
Boom!
Above it came Chae Moo-shik’s fist. This was no mere wave of heat—he moved forward in person, colliding punch to palm.
Crack!
The solid barrier that answered the blow. This was no improvisation or clever evasion—this was a deliberate technique, fully deployed, raw and unmistakable.
Crunch!
Direct physical collision.
By any reasonable measure, Jeong Hyun-soo’s arms should have been pulped to mush on first contact.
“…….”
Even as he slid backward under the unblocked force, his crossed arms held their shape.
Chae Moo-shik didn’t waste time denying reality. If he couldn’t break it, he’d simply keep striking until it broke.
Whoosh!
Fire roared from Chae Moo-shik’s fist. He began hammering the standing Jeong Hyun-soo with feral intensity.
Crack! Crack!
Crash!
Chae Moo-shik’s expression began to twist.
It was growing even more resilient than before.
The first form of the Immortal Monster God Technique.
Monster Shield.
It seemed simple—merely raising both arms like a shield to weave layers of dark force—but simplicity belied its extraordinary efficacy.
This Immortality was not the Super Regeneration of someone like Ibanov.
‘Rather, preventing such damage from occurring at all.’
Thus the monstrous body.
Focusing entirely on the Immortal Monster God Technique.
An ultimate defensive form rivaling the legendary Northern Wall—it enabled Jeong Hyun-soo to endure the onslaught of one of the world’s greatest combatants.
The culmination of everything. The enlightenment of the Dark King.
That sensation—the feeling that had carried him to the pinnacle of the world—now awakened in desperation, flooding his understanding of the Immortal Monster God Technique in a single breathless moment.
[The Immortal Monster God Technique has reached the 2-star realm.]
The corners of Jeong Hyun-soo’s mouth lifted.
He couldn’t counterattack yet, but the tide was already turning in his favor.
Experience burning was already activating.
Real combat against a true master. The sensation gained from a mortal life-or-death struggle became an extraordinary reward flowing back into Jeong Hyun-soo.
Boom!
Sent flying by a fist that had grown irritable, Jeong Hyun-soo still pushed himself upright again.
“I heard the old Garam Guild once had a truly incomprehensible skill.”
At Chae Moo-shik’s final words, Jeong Hyun-soo made no reply.
Truth be told, he couldn’t reply.
Without the magical power of the Immortal Monster God Technique sustaining him in this moment, he would be coughing blood, his entire body shattered and rupturing, melting in that inferno until even his blood evaporated.
“And so for a time, the whisper circled beyond the Korean Peninsula—that Garam’s founding chairman was the strongest in all of East Asia.”
He was the master of Garam Guild, already well past eighty when the Awakening Era arrived.
Unlike Alexander and Seon Woo-hyun, who had been teenagers then, he was an old man with little thread of life remaining.
Though his feats lasted merely three years, he had founded Garam Guild and earned the title of the world’s greatest—the secret behind that legend.
At eighty, he commanded a frame as robust as any tank, reigning as an undefeated warrior—a legendary Hunter now forgotten by history.
“Jeong Chang-seok.”
Chae Moo-shik had never witnessed it firsthand, but he was glimpsing the traces of that towering figure who had written the legend himself.
‘That’s it.’
Chae Moo-shik believed that what he so desperately sought—the body that achieved Immortality—hinged on precisely this power.
Not Super Regeneration. Why need regeneration at all, when you could simply possess a body that couldn’t be broken?
Chae Moo-shik felt as though he’d found the answer. All that remained was implanting the path to that answer into himself.
‘I’ll take both.’
Chae Moo-shik drove forward recklessly. Ibanov tried to block him, but was simply swept aside.
Thud!
Ibanov’s ribs, struck by the knee, caved inward in an instant, then began to swell again.
With Super Regeneration and that formidable frame, he would have nothing to fear.
Roaaaaaaah!
The temperature in the corridor surged. Every fluorescent light remaining exploded in succession. He walked through it all.
With each step, heat radiated outward. The metal walls melted.
Even as his arm bent at a broken angle, he advanced without slowing his guard, his gaze fixed on Jeong Hyun-soo.
Chae Moo-shik’s fist descended again. The air turned to a vacuum in an instant.
A ferocious surge of magical power that seemed to swallow all sound—only the beating of a heart remained audible.
Heaven’s Fist Flame Heart Technique, Seventh Form.
Flame Heaven Absorption Annihilation.
To Ibanov’s eyes, even Jeong Hyun-soo seemed unable to withstand this.
It was no mere heat. Mana from the surroundings, oxygen itself—even the blood spilled by Jeong Hyun-soo and Ibanov was being drawn in. The suction force of that magical vortex was so immense that its true power defied measure.
The entire space wound in crimson spirals, churning all the way to the end of the corridor.
Even the steel reinforcement melted and dripped away. Shadows from the floor evaporated.
And before that onslaught, had Jeong Hyun-soo finally reached his limit?
Whoooooosh!
He lowered his guard against the erupting attack instead. He smiled at Chae Moo-shik.
“I won, you bastard.”
The flames burst forth. But that overwhelming blow, just before it touched Jeong Hyun-soo, shot upward at a perfect right angle.
Craaaaaaash!
The fierce force bent and struck the ceiling directly, creating a pillar of flame.
“Whew, glad I made it in time.”
Jeong Hyun-soo watched the back of a man in a fedora and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
“Are you all right?”
At the blood-soaked man’s voice behind the fedora-wearing figure—Ji Sang-wook, the guild master of Hanul—Jeong Hyun-soo laughed weakly.
“…You came too late.”
“My apologies. I didn’t expect that bastard to have consolidated all of Songguang’s forces.”
Ji Sang-wook and Jeong Cheol arrived, having swiftly neutralized the elite forces mustered in desperation.
The moment the leaders of two top-tier guilds finally reached the scene.
“Chairman Chae.”
Ji Sang-wook spoke, enlarging the sphere of magical power in his palm.
“Ready to die?”
Chae Moo-shik simply gazed at Ji Sang-wook and Jeong Cheol with a cold stare.
To be continued ▶
The Sole Regressor
Author
Cheon Ya
Publisher
Kim Seok-hwan, Choi Se-ra
Publishing House
Grae Publishing
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Publication Date
May 26, 2026
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