Chapter 85

Chapter 85 – If You Can Catch Me, Try to Catch Me (4)

Seon Woohyeon was a regressor.

The man who received the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique from the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

That was himself.

However, recently, there has been doubt.

‘Is he really the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor?’

Doubts about that man were slowly creeping up.

His master.

The strength of that existence was real.

The martial arts world was still overshadowed by that presence, unable to properly develop.

The essence of Defeating.

And the essence of Strength.

These are the core beliefs of the current murim.

The man who shattered everything established a new order in the martial arts world.

A world that worships only powerful martial arts.

A world that venerated only strength.

「This is the true essence of Murim.」

His master seemed quite pleased with that sight.

However, recently, he saw someone.

Eyes of blue.

And hair that seemed roughly grown out.

Their appearance was identical.

However, the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor did not recognize him.

Just...

The martial power he possessed was real.

‘It was just one strike.’

White-Faced Golden Fur.

That presence was dealt a fatal blow in one strike.

He thought they were in the same league of transcendents.

He knows that even among transcendents, there are differences in strength.

But he had never seen such a disparity.

The War of the Gods.

The war between the Celestial Gods and the Demon King.

Even in the war that returned everything to nothingness, those with such martial power could be counted on one hand.

Therefore, that presence must be the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

With such presence, the murim must have feared the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor so much.

Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.

In the previous timeline, he was in, he saw countless martial artists.

Even if Seon Woohyeon did not want it, they desired him.

「Are you the one who uses the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique?」

Known as the Zhongnan Divine Dragon.

He did not recognize him.

「Rumors in the Murim tend to be exaggerated, but this is too much. There’s no way the Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor would take in such a fool」

Thus, there was doubt.

Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.

What exactly was it that made them react this way?

‘Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique is certainly an SS-grade martial art.’

That was certain.

And if it were the complete Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique, it wouldn’t be strange for it to be an Ex-grade martial art.

Transcendence.

Those who reached this realm, often called transcendents, spoke of it with reverence.

The Heaven-Surrendering Martial Emperor.

Said to have reached a realm known only in legends.

At the edge of transcendence were the Sword King, the Blade Emperor, and the First Sword of the Orthodox Faction. And not to forget, dozens of Plum Blossom Sword Masters who reached the highest level created the Absolute Formation.

His master said those wounds still throb.

He believed those words.

But now, I was a bit doubtful.

But now, he was somewhat doubtful.

He saw and felt it with his own eyes.

The martial arts that those exceptional people praised feared, and revered.

If there was a Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique, that was it.

The power that Han Seojin had shown.

Therefore, he had to find out about Han Seojin.

So, he was secretly pleased when he set off on this martial arts journey. By staying close to him, he could resolve his curiosity.

And.

He might be able to use his power with his ability.

But.

“Ugh.”

“What’s this? Struggling with even this?”

Han Seojin looked at him with a tone of disbelief.

His teeth clenched, and his whole body tensed up.

“B-brother... Isn’t this overworking me?”

“Is this what you call overwork? You really were raised delicately, huh? Just strapping 100kg steel bars to both arms and legs and moving is overwork?”

“Th-there’s a gravity spell on them right now...”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You took a really good elixir.”

Han Seojin was grinning while looking at him.

Those words sounded peculiar.

As if the Five Great Families were of no importance.

‘The Five Great Families of Korea are not just somewhat well-known.’

Is it because this was the Central Plains murim?

Or was there something else behind those words?

‘It’s closer to the latter.’

The Five Great Families.

I feel like I should deal with them someday.

No, to be precise, the Iron-Blood Sword Clan.

At the very least

Thinking deeply.

I compared my strength with the head of the clan, whom I’ve met a few times.

And right now.

‘I feel like I can handle the head of the clan.’

If it were a one-on-one situation, that was.

However, the Iron-Blood Sword Clan was a ‘family.’

And a prestigious one at that.

Bursting that place alone would be difficult, even for me.

‘Now I can fully handle my Manifestations, though.’

Manifestations.

The power to distort the laws of the world.

With it, one can cut through the world and cut what cannot be cut. One can also break what cannot be broken.

At a high level, many things can be achieved with it.

However, my Manifestation was not meant for combat.

Snap.

“Ugh...!”

I applied more force to Seon Woohyeon.

He screamed, and his hand started to lower.

“Hey, your hand is lowering.”

“Ugh.”

I looked at Seon Woohyeon.

His gaze was full of killing intent but not persistent.

He probably wants to punch me in the face.

‘Well, that’s also...

“...By the way, it’s truly miraculous. Giving such weight on the carriage, yet ensuring the horse suffers no harm.”

“That’s why I’m a master.”

Sa Gonghwa and Paeng Bosung spoke, watching me perform strange feats on Seon Woohyeon’s back.

“We’ll arrive at the village soon. Shall we go in?”

“We should.”

No matter how modern this Murim was, I refused to sleep outdoors.

Camping and technology have advanced, but...

‘They prioritize convenience more than I thought.’

Things like beds and cleanliness are better than expected.

Maybe because it’s a tourist area.

The Principal said.

The Demonic Sect and the Seven-Colored Magic Tower.

Both of them want me.

So, I decided to visit the Demonic Sect first.

There wasn’t much reason for choosing the Demonic Sect.

It’s because I had a few treasures buried there.

‘There are things like inner elixirs and weapons.’

Sweep away those orthodox sect bastards and, incidentally, the weapons and armor, inner elixirs, and good recovery medicines that the Evil Overlords bastards handed over.

There’s a place where those are stashed.

Unable to enter the Demonic Sect, I hid them in a hideout near Cheonghae.

“Haha, sorry, but it’s impossible to pass through here today.”

On the way to the village, there were those blocking our path.

A long, white beard. A wide, white robe.

They stood in our way.

“Are you from Kunlun?”

Paeng Bo-sung looked at the cloud embroidered on the Taoist’s robe and said.

“Ha ha, so it’s the young lord of the Peng family.”

“But what brings you here?”

“There’s been a bit of a disturbance, so we from Kunlun are prohibiting entry to the village to resolve the issue.”

“Hmmm...”

Peng Bosung looked at the Taoist with a suspicious face.

Then he spoke to me telepathically.

「Better not get involved with Kunlun. Shall we just pass by?」

「Because?」

「Recently, there have been bad rumors. They used to distance themselves from the secular world, but now there are too many bad rumors about them.」

「They might be true.」

「Pardon?」

Those rumors might be true.

Because I could smell it.

‘Damn bastards.’

The dogs of the Insect Dragon King.

The smell of demons.