The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 425

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Chapter 425. For Now, That’s Right

 

 

It was terror.

A full one chi (about 3cm) thick iron wall.

A thickness that even Sword Aura could not easily cut through.

Black demonic energy suddenly piercing through that iron wall like cutting tofu.

The iron wall slowly splitting apart.

It was truly a grotesque and terrifying sight.

That’s why Sect Leader Bae Un-san and Manager Lee could only stand frozen, watching blankly.

The martial artists that Bae Un-san had pulled back were the same.

Because they knew how unrealistic what was happening before their eyes was.

They remained frozen in place.

One could say they didn’t dare think of moving.

The demonic energy that had been cutting through the iron wall finally created a hole large enough for a person to pass through.

Thud!

The heavy sound of the cut iron falling to the ground pressed down on people’s chests.

“H-h-how…”

Bae Un-san muttered with a trembling voice.

The gaping hole.

Through it, Won Pyeong-sam escaped from the space where he had been trapped and revealed himself.

“Didn’t I tell you not to trust this too much?”

Won Pyeong-sam smiled broadly while looking at Manager Lee.

That smile was far more frightening than that of any evil spirit.

Terror like a bottomless pit with no end in sight came rushing in.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of martial artists hastily drawing their swords rang out.

They had drawn their swords but couldn’t do anything.

Overwhelmed by the energy Won Pyeong-sam was emitting, they could only tremble.

He didn’t bother to hide his demonic energy.

From the moment he used the demonic energy, he had been radiating it in all directions.

“I really just wanted to have a quiet conversation, but you’re the ones who made things turn out this way.”

Won Pyeong-sam’s smile deepened, and just as his yellowed teeth were revealed.

“Urk.”

Manager Lee let out a groan.

Before he knew it, he had been pulled by telekinesis and was caught by the throat in Won Pyeong-sam’s hand.

Won Pyeong-sam looked at Manager Lee.

‘Wh-what kind of eyes…’

Manager Lee was startled when he saw his eyes.

Those large pupils that seemed to hold only endless darkness brought a terror that constricted his entire body.

And he sensed his own end.

“Pl-pl-please…”

Manager Lee desperately pleaded while looking into Won Pyeong-sam’s bottomless pit-like eyes.

But as strength gradually entered his grip.

Crack.

He snapped Manager Lee’s neck just like that.

Won Pyeong-sam threw Manager Lee’s limp corpse behind him as if annoyed.

Throughout this process, Bae Un-san and Haomun’s martial artists couldn’t move a single step.

Because Won Pyeong-sam’s terrifying demonic energy was already dominating this entire space.

“A-are you a high master of the D-Demon Cult…?”

Bae Un-san’s attitude changed.

Having directly felt such vicious demonic energy, he had no choice.

He drew up all his internal energy to prepare for any situation.

But he couldn’t tell if he would be able to block it.

No.

He definitely wouldn’t be able to block it.

‘Is this as far as I go…’

Of all things, he had to encounter a survivor of the fallen Demon Cult, and such a terrifyingly powerful master at that.

Bae Un-san sensed that he too would meet his end now and glanced down at the ground.

The closed training room in the underground of Yegaru Pavilion.

He briefly thought of Yeong So-hyang, who would still be diligently training there.

‘Grand Princess. I’m sorry. I intended to take good care of things until you achieved great mastery…’

Who would have thought such a disaster would suddenly occur.

He had been too complacent about the fact that he had confined him in the iron-walled room.

Who would have thought he was a master capable of breaking through that place so easily.

It was a mechanism made with the belief that even Gong Ya-jang-cheon or So Hwi-ung could be confined.

“Don’t treat me the same as trash like the Demon Cult. It’s an insult to the great Heaven.”

Won Pyeong-sam spoke in an angry voice as if displeased.

Not that these bastards would know about Heaven anyway.

Bae Un-san frantically searched his mind, but he had never heard of such a sect or organization in Saeoe.

It was truly an unknown mysterious force.

‘What kind of demonic energy is more vicious than the Demon Cult…’

And calling the Demon Cult trash.

It was frightening that All Under Heaven had been unaware that such a terrifying force was hidden in Saeoe.

That fact was also scary.

If he, the Hao Sect Leader, didn’t know.

Then no one in All Under Heaven would know.

Even if it were the Sect Leader of the Beggar Sect.

“Wh-what business brings the Noble Person to visit our Haomun?”

Nevertheless, Bae Un-san asked cautiously.

As if he would do his duty as Sect Leader, even if it meant dying.

At those words, Won Pyeong-sam chuckled.

At that moment.

His demonic energy that had been dominating the space disappeared as if washed away.

“Now we can finally have a proper conversation.”

Won Pyeong-sam sat at the dining table where he had been sitting earlier, filled his wine cup, and gestured with his eyes.

Bae Un-san sat across from him while reading the situation.

He waved his hand to dismiss all the martial artists.

It was because he thought the atmosphere had changed somewhat.

“You asked what business I came for?”

“Y-yes, that’s right.”

“You’re definitely the Sect Leader, right?”

“For now, that’s right.”

Bae Un-san affirmed Won Pyeong-sam’s confirmation, but it was a somewhat strange answer.

“For now,” he said.

Well, it didn’t matter anyway.

As long as they don’t interfere with what he’s trying to do.

“The reason I specifically stopped by this place is because I want to use you guys a bit.”

Won Pyeong-sam spoke casually, as if asking to borrow a farming tool from the neighbors.

Bae Un-san’s eyes widened.

He wants to use Haomun a bit.

Though he phrased it that way, in the end wasn’t he saying he’d devour Haomun?

“That is impossible.”

Bae Un-san’s killing intent immediately changed.

Though he had added the qualifier “for now,” he was still Haomun’s sect leader.

As sect leader, he couldn’t just hand over the sect like that.

He wasn’t afraid of death or anything like that.

Won Pyeong-sam chuckled at his change.

He quite liked the attitude of this sect leader.

As long as such a person was sect leader, he gained confidence in Haomun’s abilities too.

“Who said I’d use it for free?”

“It’s impossible. Even if you kill me here and now. No, even if you kill everyone at the main branch.”

Haomun was a sect of lowlifes.

A sect that began with them gathering for survival.

Therefore, even if the main branch disappeared.

Haomun would not disappear.

After crouching down for a while, they would create a new main branch once again.

Bae Un-san believed this.

Even if it took a long time.

The Sahae Alliance knew this fact too, which is why they didn’t forcibly merge Haomun.

They merely confined former sect leader Ye Cho-ah.

Won Pyeong-sam drained his wine cup.

Then he propped his face diagonally with one hand and looked at him.

“Really? Even if I kill everyone here?”

Won Pyeong-sam’s question was steeped in thick killing intent.

“That is correct.”

Bae Un-san’s answer, already prepared for death, was resolute.

“Then even the child diligently training underground?”

At Won Pyeong-sam’s piercing question, Bae Un-san flinched in surprise.

He hadn’t expected that he would know about her existence in the closed training room deep underground.

Since the closed training room was connected to an emergency escape route, he thought that even if something happened, at least the Grand Princess could escape.

Bae Un-san’s eyes shook violently.

Won Pyeong-sam was quietly watching that sight.

After briefly wrestling with complex thoughts, Bae Un-san squeezed his eyes shut.

‘I’m sorry, Sect Leader. Forgive me, Grand Princess.’

Even so, Bae Un-san made his decision.

Haomun didn’t belong to Ye Cho-ah, but to the sect members.

He couldn’t hand over Haomun for the sake of Ye Cho-ah’s daughter.

“Even so. It can’t be helped.”

Though Bae Un-san’s voice trembled finely, his answer didn’t change.

At that sight, Won Pyeong-sam’s smile deepened.

Not yielding even to such threats.

He liked it even more.

“Kuhuhuh, hahaha. What tremendous resolve. Good, I like it. Put away those despairing eyes. I’m not some blood-crazed murderer. Would I really kill everyone here?”

Though he said that, the image of him killing Manager Lee flickered before his eyes.

The sight of him gently applying pressure with his grip to snap the neck in one go.

That wasn’t the appearance of someone killing a person.

It was more like smashing a toy that had annoyed him.

“Good. Let’s make a deal.”

Even at Won Pyeong-sam’s continued words, Bae Un-san looked at him with resolute eyes.

“What I need is your abilities. So I can’t very well kill you all. And you need something too, don’t you? I’ll give you that.”

“What do you say we need?”

“Power.”

At Won Pyeong-sam’s brief answer to his question.

Bae Un-san trembled.

It was a word filled with resentment.

Power.

What had the former sect leader endured when she struggled desperately to cast off that resentment?

“Demonic arts are taboo in the Central Plains’ murim.”

But even so, he couldn’t touch demonic arts.

They had experienced that disaster after touching blood arts, even the cursed destruction art.

Now demonic arts?

It was unthinkable.

“Who said I’d teach you the great martial arts of heaven? I said I’d help you gain power.”

What power could this master emanating demonic energy give them other than demonic arts?

“Blood Sea Ghost Death Palm.”

At those brief words, Bae Un-san couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

How did he know that fact?

In Haomun, only three people knew.

Former sect leader Ye Cho-ah who was there at the time, himself, and Yeong So-hyang who was currently training.

“Why are you so surprised? Did you think I wouldn’t sense that level of qi energy? Though it’s become a complete mess over the years, I’ll teach it to you properly.”

“H-how…”

“How what? That martial art originally came from our family.”

At this even more surprising fact, Bae Un-san couldn’t collect himself.

The Blood Sea Ghost Death Palm, the supreme technique of the Blood Sea Sect, was a martial art that flowed in from Saeoe?

“It’s a martial art we spread to the Central Plains hundreds of years ago… Tsk. How has the martial art regressed over all those years? Was this the extent of the Central Plains murim’s level?”

Won Pyeong-sam clicked his tongue as if disappointed.

Bae Un-san wavered.

A master of Won Pyeong-sam’s level wouldn’t speak nonsense.

Bae Un-san was shaken by that resentment-filled word: power.

“What do you want from us?”

“Oh? You’re in the mood to have a conversation now. Good attitude. There are some things I’m looking for, so just help me find them instead.”

“…Three. I’ll grant you three requests.”

At Bae Un-san’s returned answer, Won Pyeong-sam fell into thought for a moment.

What he needed to find in the Central Plains was.

Traces of Manhwang who uniquely ignited flames, and traces of Sakya.

As for traces of Sakya, he had confirmed them through the organization called the Demon Cult.

But they had apparently collapsed and disappeared from Central Plains territory.

Plus one more thing as needed.

It seemed a bit insufficient as payment for the Blood Sea Ghost Death Palm, but there was nothing particularly to lose.

Still, Won Pyeong-sam didn’t accept immediately.

It was a deal.

Shouldn’t he extract as much as possible?

“Hmm. It’s not bad… but still a bit disappointing.”

Bae Un-san looked at Won Pyeong-sam.

While thinking a certain thought in his head.

asked.

“Is it possible to restore… no, to create anew a destroyed dantian?”

At first, he was going to ask if it could be restored.

But it shouldn’t be restored.

Since it was a dantian that had learned the Annihilation Technique.

It had to be created anew.

The dantian of the former Sect Leader Ye Cho-ah.

At Bae Un-san’s sudden question, Won Pyeong-sam briefly searched through his mind.

Creating anew a destroyed dantian?

It’s not an impossible task.

Bone Transformation Skin Shedding would do it.

Then most wounds on the body would be fully restored.

As if reborn anew.

“Wouldn’t Bone Transformation Skin Shedding work?”

At that answer, Bae Un-san’s face contorted.

What kind of absurd wordplay was this?

A dantian is destroyed, yet he speaks of Bone Transformation Skin Shedding.

Won Pyeong-sam grinned, baring his teeth as if amused by Bae Un-san’s reaction.

“At most, only one lower dantian would be destroyed. Then you just need to reach the level of Bone Transformation Skin Shedding with another dantian. It seems the Central Plains doesn’t have such martial arts. Kuhaha.”

Bae Un-san’s expression changed rapidly.

“But then wouldn’t I be at too much of a loss?”

“Are those martial arts demonic arts?”

Still, what needed to be confirmed had to be confirmed.

“The great Heavenly Martial Arts are not passed on to outsiders. How dare you.”

At the returned answer, Bae Un-san’s eyes shook mercilessly in great contemplation.

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