The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 47

A Different Kind of Man.

Yeon Woo Jin wore an intrigued expression.

This was the first time he’d encountered a human like this.

He overcame fear in a bizarre way.

No—he brute-forced his way past the restriction Woo Jin had placed on him.

Woo Jin hadn’t expected someone to break it like that. It threw him off a little.

“Fascinating.”

The first person to ever shatter Yeon Woo Jin’s restriction.

Seon Woo Baek and Jang Un watched carefully from the side.

They were worried Woo Jin might be displeased.

Yeon Woo Jin raised his hand and placed it on Go Seung’s forehead.

The wound began to heal rapidly.

Go Seung flinched in shock.

What kind of man possessed such mysterious abilities?

After finishing the treatment, Yeon Woo Jin looked Go Seung in the eyes.

His gaze turned glassy and vacant.

Jang Un and Seon Woo Baek looked on, confused by what Woo Jin had just done.

A moment later, Go Seung’s dazed eyes returned to normal.

He stared at Woo Jin in disbelief.

“You won’t feel fear anymore, even if I tell you who I am.”

Jang Un and Seon Woo Baek’s eyes widened in surprise at Woo Jin’s words.

Was he finally setting aside his stubborn secrecy?

Was he preparing to reveal himself to the world at last?

“But even if you wanted to speak... I’ve made sure you can’t.”

What did he mean by that?

Even if he wanted to speak, he couldn’t?

Go Seung only fully registered the part about not being afraid anymore.

And the moment he tried to declare Yeon Woo Jin’s identity—

His mouth wouldn’t open.

“Mmmpf! Mmmmpf!”

No matter how hard he tried, his jaw wouldn’t move.

But Go Seung wasn’t the type to give up.

He dropped to the ground to try writing it instead.

The words wouldn’t come out right.

He could write anything—except anything about Yeon Woo Jin. The moment he tried, his entire body locked up.

He even tried slamming his head into the ground to break whatever restriction was holding him back, but the moment he even thought about it, his body froze again.

In the end, Go Seung surrendered.

He had no intention of exposing Yeon Woo Jin anyway.

Hadn’t he said it himself?

That he’d follow whomever Seon Woo Baek pointed to if he lost.

Go Seung bowed his head to Yeon Woo Jin.

“I, Go Seung! From this day forward, I pledge myself to serve you with all my heart!”

Yeon Woo Jin smiled gently and replied,

“I’m counting on you, senior.”

****

The Next Day

Chaos erupted among the middleclass students.

Go Seung, who always acted alone, had declared that he would unify the middleclass and start managing them properly.

When Gwak Pyeong heard the news, he looked absolutely dumbfounded.

“Are you serious? Go Seung said that?”

“He didn’t just say it—he’s already moving. Though, it looks like he’s clashing with the second and third ranks in the middleclass.”

“Figures. People’s hearts don’t change just because you want them to. But still... What the hell is this? Is he gathering forces to crush the lowerclass?”

“No, it’s not that. Word is he’s organizing the middleclass to properly serve Seon Woo Baek.”

“Seriously? He actually said that?”

“That’s what everyone’s talking about.”

Gwak Pyeong was at a loss.

Even with all his intelligence, he couldn’t wrap his head around the situation.

People don’t change easily.

And Go Seung, least of all.

A lone wolf with a monstrous ego.

But he’d not only acknowledged Seon Woo Baek—he’d accepted him.

Seon Woo Baek had accomplished what even Gwak Pyeong couldn’t.

“That bastard used to ignore even me... and now he’s made him his own?”

The more he thought about it, the more surreal it felt.

“If this is true, then Seon Woo Baek’s ability to manage people is exceptional.”

“He already has quite a few followers. Most of the lowerclass is loyal to him,” Ho Je added.

At that, Gwak Pyeong grinned.

“That’s good. Damn good. If this keeps up, we won’t have to worry about Baekyeong Martial Academy’s future. I could hand over my position right now and be fine with it.”

“W-What are you saying?”

Startled, Ho Je looked at him, but Gwak Pyeong just chuckled.

“Relax, I’m joking. I’m just in a damn good mood for once.”

And sure enough, Gwak Pyeong was smiling from ear to ear.

“If Go Seung really unifies the middleclass, then our last remaining weakness is covered. We can start moving freely now.”

“It won’t be easy... but just the attempt means a lot.”

“Let’s see if there’s anything we can do to help.”

“Alright.”

Just as they began discussing their next steps—

Bang!

Yeo Cheon burst through the door in a panic.

“S-Something terrible happened!”

“What is it?”

“Taesajin... he was dragged off by students from Black Shadow Division!”

Thud!

Gwak Pyeong shot to his feet in shock.

“What? What the hell are you saying?!”

“There was some kind of fight over a girl with Jang Manseong.”

“Jang Manseong?! Damn it...”

Of all people, he’d picked a fight with that guy—the number one of Black Shadow Division.

Gwak Pyeong turned to Ho Je and said,

“Call everyone. We’re heading to Black Shadow.”

“Even the lowerclass?”

“No, don’t involve them. If they get seriously hurt, it’ll ruin everything we’ve planned. Just the middleclass. That’ll be enough.”

“Got it.”

****

Jang Manseong, Number One of Black Shadow Division.

He was the third son of Baekcheon Sect, ranked 32nd under the Martial God Sect.

Notorious for his cruel nature.

He got off on tormenting the weak.

Especially enjoyed harassing women.

He’d been up to his usual antics, harassing some girls—when someone had the nerve to stop him.

That someone was Taesajin, the third-ranked student of Baekyeong Martial Academy.

But Jang Manseong hated being interfered with.

Taesajin never stood a chance. He was beaten so badly his face was unrecognizable and dragged off to their base.

Everyone who had been with him was subdued and taken as well.

One of them had barely escaped and informed Gwak Pyeong.

Inside Jang Manseong’s hideout, the air was filled with tortured groans.

“Grrgh!”

Taesajin and the others were being tortured.

“You intrude on Black Shadow’s territory and interrupt my business? Do your brains not function?”

Taesajin gritted his teeth through the pain and screamed,

“You think our commander’s the same kind of scum as you?!”

He spat bloody phlegm directly onto Jang Manseong’s ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) face.

“Manseong!”

The Black Shadow elites flinched and rushed in.

“Stop.”

At Jang Manseong’s command, everyone froze.

He calmly wiped his face with a handkerchief and said,

“That commander you believe in? He’ll be kneeling here in misery just like you.”

“You’ll never break Gwak Pyeong. He’s not like you.”

“Heh... such faith. But guess what? Because of that faith, you’ve walked him right into the slaughter.”

“What...?”

“You think this meeting was coincidence?”

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Snap.

Jang Manseong snapped his fingers, and a woman slowly stepped out from the darkness.

“Y-You’re...?”

It was the same woman he’d been harassing earlier.

She looked at Taesajin with a pitying expression.

“I’ll always remember what you did for me, sir.”

Jang Manseong scowled.

“Ugh. Creepy. Talk normal, would you?”

The woman’s expression twisted into a scowl.

“Do you have to ruin the mood like that, asshole?”

“Heh, there it is. That’s the real you.”

Taesajin stared at the two in a daze, completely unable to process what was happening.

“Shocked? We were acting the whole time, just to draw you out.”

“Y-You’re kidding...”

“Heh heh. Yeah. When you and your group were dragged here, we let one of you go. Made it look like an accident. That guy probably thinks he barely escaped and ran off to warn Gwak Pyeong.”

“S-So... you let him go on purpose, near your hideout?”

“Exactly. We’ve got a nice little trap waiting for him.”

“No... no!”

“I told you, didn’t I? He’ll be kneeling right next to you soon. Just wait and see.”

Gwak Pyeong and the senior students with him, boiling with rage, rushed toward the location where Taesajin had been taken.

Screeeeech—

“What’s that sound?”

“Probably their way of letting us know they’ve spotted us,” Gwak Pyeong said with a calm expression, then gave a warning.

“Everyone, stay sharp! They might launch a surprise attack.”

Immediately, the group became tense and moved cautiously, scanning the surroundings.

They were making swift progress when Gwak Pyeong suddenly raised his hand with a grim expression. The students following him all stopped at once.

Ho Je stepped up beside him.

“What is it?”

“Damn it... It’s poison...”

“What?”

“We’ve been hit... I moved too fast.”

“Poison? What do you mean?”

“It’s Qi-Scattering Poison. It’s not life-threatening... but to martial artists, it’s deadly.”

“Qi-Scattering Poison?!”

Ho Je quickly tried to circulate his internal energy.

“Shit! I can’t gather my qi properly.”

Gwak Pyeong’s face twisted in frustration at Ho Je’s words.

This was his own failure.

“At least... we noticed before entering, so we only inhaled a small amount.”

They’d inhaled the poison drifting on the breeze.

“What do we do? Even if it wasn’t a large dose, this is going to seriously affect us in battle.”

Gwak Pyeong scowled deeper.

He felt utterly pathetic.

And this was the man who thought he could raise the reputation of Baekyeong Martial Academy and carve his name into history?

He felt sorry toward Taesajin, but pushing forward now would be suicide. There was no choice but to retreat.

“This humiliation... I’ll pay it back double...”

Just as he was about to turn around and leave—

“Heh heh heh. I figured this would happen. So you did stop here after all.”

Gwak Pyeong turned his head at the voice—and his face soured.

“Jang Manseong...”

“Keheheh. What do you think? My strategist’s not bad, right?”

“Strategist?”

“Yeah. If I’m gonna beat you with brains, I need brains of my own, don’t I? So I brought one.”

“That strategist of yours set up this trap?”

“That’s right.”

“You were waiting here on purpose?”

“Exactly. He told me—if you go inside, attack from behind. But if you spot the Qi-Scattering Poison on the wind, that’s a cue too. It means you’ve already been poisoned to some extent.”

Gwak Pyeong bit his lip.

He’d been completely outplayed.

He hadn’t even considered the possibility of a strategist.

It was arrogance.

Arrogance that in the southern region, he had no equals. That overconfidence had led him to dismiss the top students of other divisions—and this was the price.

“Well, looks like the poison’s taken hold. Shall we start subduing you now?”

And Jang Manseong wasn’t wrong.

Most of the students who had come along were already unable to control their qi properly due to the poison.

Gwak Pyeong quickly surveyed the surroundings.

What kind of formation can I use in this terrain?

He needed to buy time. As much as possible.

The Mist-Chaos Formation... that should work. If I can activate it before their strategist breaks it, I can use the time to purge the poison from our systems.

Gwak Pyeong pulled several iron rods from his robe.

He scattered them rapidly in all directions.

Clack—Clack-Clack—

As soon as the rods buried themselves deep in the ground, a dense mist began to rise, enveloping Gwak Pyeong and the students of Baekyeong Martial Academy.

“What the hell?!”

Jang Manseong’s startled voice echoed from the mist.

For a brief moment, Gwak Pyeong felt satisfied.

“We won’t last long like this! Force your qi out—flush out the poison!”

But most of the students, already poisoned, couldn’t even summon enough energy to do that.

Now, all they could rely on was the middleclass students following behind.

That they hadn’t all come at once—might have been the only saving grace.

“Mist-Chaos Formation, huh?”

At that moment, someone correctly identified the technique he had just deployed.

That bastard.

There was no doubt.

That man was Jang Manseong’s strategist.

“Not bad, considering you threw it together in a rush,” the voice added.

He’d even seen through the fact that the formation was unstable.

Next to him, Ho Je spoke in a worried tone.

“Looks like he’s got someone pretty skilled for a strategist. What do we do?”

“Damn it... this is all my fault.”

“Now’s not the time for self-blame. You’re smarter than anyone. If anyone can handle this, it’s you. I believe in you.”

Gwak Pyeong looked at him and smiled.

“...Thanks.”