The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 38

Sama Cheon sat alone in his room, pressing his forehead with one hand, lost in deep thought.

The one who had sent him into this state of contemplation was none other than Yeon Woo Jin.

The power he’d witnessed today had surpassed every imaginable limit.

He envied Yeon Cheon-baek.

“That lucky bastard.”

All those years he'd listened to him grumble about not having a proper heir, trying to cheer him up—the time now felt wasted.

Sama Cheon ran through the current candidates for Little Sect Leader of the Martial God Sect.

The thought made him laugh.

None of them could even compare to Yeon Woo Jin.

If Yeon Woo Jin decided he wanted the title of Martial God Sect Leader, he could seize it anytime.

No—if Woo Jin even hinted at wanting the position, Yeon Cheon-baek would hand it over without hesitation.

Sama Cheon certainly wouldn’t object either.

Why would he?

When the strongest being on Earth says he wants to be Sect Leader, and he's even of the bloodline of the current one—there’s no reason to say no.

What’s more, his physical flaw—the inability to circulate internal energy—had now been corrected through the Muscle-Reversing Yoga Formation.

There were martial arts techniques he’d never even heard of before.

Transcendental Gate Unlocking... Inner Power Amplification Art...

Even with tens of thousands of scrolls worth of knowledge in his head, Sama Cheon had never encountered these techniques.

Which meant Yeon Woo Jin had created them himself.

With a mind like his, that was entirely possible.

To not just search for a martial art that suits him, but to create his own from scratch—that was the mark of a true Grandmaster.

“...Wait a second. Isn’t he my disciple?”

He’d been envying Yeon Cheon-baek, but Yeon Woo Jin was his disciple too.

Military Strategist, Sovereign, and Parent—these three were as one.

As his teacher, Sama Cheon was on equal footing with Yeon Cheon-baek.

“I’ve been focusing on the wrong thing. What I should be figuring out is how to make Woo Jin the next °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° Sect Leader.”

There was no need to complicate things.

The strongest person on the planet was his disciple—and the grandson of the Martial God Sect Leader.

That wasn’t a bad thing. That was a blessing.

The real issue wasn’t making Yeon Woo Jin the Sect Leader—it was persuading him to do it.

“He has zero motivation...”

He thought hard.

“Maybe it’s because he doesn’t have enough attachment to the Martial God Sect yet. For now, I’ll leave him be. He’ll build bonds as he continues at the academy. Eventually, he’ll feel that connection.”

Forcing someone only leads to resistance.

More than anything, Sama Cheon had gained a trump card.

Not many people knew about Yeon Woo Jin’s existence.

A hidden force, with power equal to Yeon Cheon-baek himself—that was the ultimate weapon.

But still... he was dying to talk about it.

He’d have to find a place where he could scream at the top of his lungs.

****

“You brat, pay proper attention when inspecting! How many times do I have to tell you not to do things half-assed?”

“Come on, Dad. I might look like I’m being lazy, but I’m checking everything in detail.”

“Brat. Right now, we’re not father and son—we’re commander and subordinate. Watch your tone.”

“Yes sir, Squad Leader Jang.”

Jang Un’s field training site was with the City Security Patrol.

Specifically, the 3rd Squad of the 8th Patrol Division.

Lucky or unlucky, the squad leader was his own father.

He’d been promoted to squad leader recently, after serving as a regular member for years.

And now, fired up by the promotion, he’d been nagging nonstop during their patrol.

“Even if you think you’re doing a good job, other people might think you’re being careless. No matter how thorough you are, what they think is what matters.”

As the scolding dragged on, the other patrolmen chimed in.

“Boss, give the kid a break. You’re gonna break him.”

“He’s just here for field experience, not as a real patrolman. Ain’t you being a bit too strict?”

“Come on, he’s your kid. Cut him a little slack. Ugh, Un, just hang in there. Your dad’s not exactly flexible.”

“I’m fine. This isn’t the first time. You guys are the ones who’ve got it rough.”

“Eh, we’re used to it by now.”

“Still, you’ve got crap luck. Out of all the squads, you landed in the one with your dad.”

Everyone chuckled, teaming up with Jang Un to poke fun at Jang Gong.

Jang Gong opened his mouth to say something, then just smirked.

He realized he’d gone a little overboard, trying to teach his son everything he could.

The Security Division mostly patrolled the residential areas.

These were the neighborhoods where the commoners who handled the daily affairs of the Martial God Sect lived, so patrols helped keep the peace.

As they chatted and walked, Jang Un noticed something strange.

Something writhing on the roof, just barely moving.

It was so subtle, you’d only notice if you were really looking.

‘What is that...?’

Jang Un quickly threw a Nightflash Pellet toward the roof.

His sudden move startled everyone.

BOOM—

The pellet burst into bright light, revealing a group of masked figures on the roof.

“Who goes there?!”

“Suspicious individuals! After them!”

FWEEEET—!

Clearly shady figures.

The patrolmen blew their signal horns and gave chase.

Jang Gong urgently warned Jang Un.

“Stay here. It’s dangerous. You’re not to follow. Understood?”

“Father, I’m going too.”

“That’s an order! Stay here and guard the area!”

Shouting the command, Jang Gong sprinted off with the others.

But Jang Un wasn’t the type to sit idle while his father charged into danger.

Even if he got scolded later, he had made up his mind.

He gathered power in his legs and unleashed a burst of lightfoot technique.

WHISH—

The scenery blurred as Jang Un sped forward, and in his rapidly shifting vision—he saw his father under attack.

Good thing he came.

He accelerated even more, charging straight toward the masked attacker.

A heartbeat away from disaster—

THWACK—!

“Gah!”

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Jang Un’s body collided violently with the masked man.

CRASH—!

The attacker staggered, clearly startled.

When he saw Jang Un, killing intent radiated from him.

“A brat dares interfere with my mission?”

The masked man moved to strike.

But just then—Jang Gong’s kick flew in with brutal speed.

SWISH—

The masked figure narrowly avoided it, but his eyes glinted with irritation.

“You damn bastards!”

“You’re not getting away!”

Jang Gong looked at his son in shock.

He’d told him over and over not to follow...

But now, there was no turning back.

He had to protect his son, no matter what.

Jang Gong stared down the attacker, his expression resolute.

“That look in your eyes... You’re close, huh? Is he your son?”

Jang Gong’s glare only grew more intense.

The masked man laughed.

“Keh keh keh... Thought so. A father and son, huh? In that case...”

The attacker vanished from sight.

His voice echoed in the air.

“As punishment for interfering, I’ll take your son’s head.”

“No!”

Jang Gong lunged toward his son, but—

SLASH—!

“Ghhk!”

Jang Un’s counterattack sent the masked man flying.

The attacker stared at him in disbelief.

“You... You read my movement?”

Jang Un was just as surprised.

It was his first real fight.

He had no idea he was this strong.

He looked up at the masked man.

‘Compared to Woo Jin...’

He was nothing.

Jang Gong, too, wore a stunned expression—

Then quickly recovered and rushed to his son’s side.

The masked man’s condition was clearly abnormal.

“You fucking little bastards...”

Whooom—

An immense energy surged from the masked man’s body.

“Khh!”

“I was just going to take care of business quietly and leave... and now these goddamn insects think they can mess with me?”

Jang Gong shouted in panic.

“Damn it! That guy’s power is at least Transformation Stage level! I’ll hold him off—run now!”

“You want me to run and leave you behind? Do I look like someone who’d do that?”

“You little—run, now!”

“No! I’ll never abandon you, Father!”

“This damned kid...”

No matter what he said, his son wouldn’t budge.

In that case, they’d just have to face this together.

“Haaaargh!”

“Kghh!”

Screams of agony rang out from elsewhere.

It sounded like the other patrolmen had already been taken out.

“Do you even know where you are, pulling this kind of shit?”

“Of course I do. This is the Martial God Sect, isn’t it?”

“And you think you’ll get away with this?”

“Heh. That’s not something you need to worry about. Killing a father and son before your sect’s forces show up is no big deal.”

At the very least, Jang Gong had to save his son.

But how?

His thoughts were in turmoil—until he felt Jang Un’s hand on his arm.

“Father, I’m a martial artist of the Martial God Sect too. I can handle myself.”

He’d grown up enough to say something like that.

Jang Gong wanted to feel proud of his son, but there was no time for it.

They just had to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

Then again... Jang Un’s movements hadn’t been ordinary.

Maybe they really could hold out.

“I’ve got things to do. So long.”

The masked man’s blade began to glow with a blue aura.

Jang Gong forced his internal energy out and coated his sword with it.

But anyone could see it—the gap between them was huge.

“Tch tch. Struggling, are we? I’ll cut right through your sword too.”

Whooom—

The masked man’s sword slashed diagonally toward Jang Gong—

But at that instant, Jang Un’s foot came soaring upward from below.

The masked man had planned to just take the hit and slice Jang Gong in the process—but the energy was unusual.

He quickly pulled back his sword and dodged.

In that opening, Jang Gong’s sword stabbed forward.

CLANG—!

The masked man hastily parried Jang Gong’s attack, but before he could counter, Jang Un’s kick came flying in again.

He couldn’t even tell which direction the next strike would come from—the movement was completely unpredictable.

This was no ordinary martial art.

‘Damn it! These bastard Martial God Sect brats... I rushed to learn this Blood Cult technique just to blend in, and now I can’t even respond properly. If I were using my own martial arts, these two would be nothing...’

Apparently, he wasn’t using his original martial arts but those of the Blood Cult to avoid detection.

Papapap—

Shing—

As the masked man blocked Jang Un’s kicks, Jang Gong’s sword grazed his shoulder.

A perfect father-son combo.

And they’d never trained together—not even once.

Yet there was no wasted movement at all.

Jang Gong was astonished watching his son’s technique.

When had he learned martial arts that strong?

It didn’t look like anything conventional.

Could he have stumbled upon some miraculous opportunity?

So many questions—but for now, the enemy had to come first.

“You little rat bastards!”

The masked man’s body began to swell.

“DIE! Soul-Reaping Demon Blade!”

As the sword slashed, the masked man’s body shimmered.

“Get down! That’s sword energy!”

SHRAAAAK—

Jang Un shouted urgently, dropping into a split stance and sweeping Jang Gong off his feet.

As Jang Gong fell backward, strands of hair from his bangs were sliced clean off by invisible force.

“Hah!”

He hadn’t even had time to dodge—but thanks to Jang Un, he survived.

How had his son anticipated that?

He was calmer than his father.

There was no time to be amazed.

Jang Un was already rushing low to the ground toward the masked man.

“Move! Staying still is more dangerous!”

Hearing his son’s shout as he charged forward, Jang Gong quickly sprang to his feet and scanned for an opening.

Once again, the masked man’s attack had been deflected, and his pride took another hit.

He roared at Jang Un.

“You slippery little bastard!”

Jang Un remained calm, eyes locked on the blade coming at him.

‘Now!’

As the tip of the blade shifted, he twisted his body with the recoil, placed one hand on the ground, and swung his leg in a wide arc.

Gathering his energy, he struck toward the masked man.

“Haaah! Thunderclap Lightning Kick!”

BZZZZZZZZT—

Lightning crackled at Jang Un’s toes as he vanished into motion, his afterimages flaring as he attacked at speeds too fast to track.

WHAMWHAMWHAM—!

The masked man reacted quickly, but Jang Un was faster.

“Khh!”

He stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock.

“That’s... the Divine Lightning Art of the Thunderchild?”

Behind him, Jang Gong’s face changed.

Thunderchild was a supreme master from three hundred years ago—renowned across the world.

His main style was leg-based techniques. His kicks were said to be so fast that no one could block them.

“To think he gained Thunderchild’s martial art... So that’s why he was so fearless. But... it’s shallow. That style doesn’t suit you. Hand it over.”

Pat pat—

Dusting off the bootprint on his chest, the masked man looked at Jang Un like he was fresh meat.