The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 84

Wasn’t Seon Woo Baek supposed to be the top underclassman?

Then who the hell was that kid standing on the platform?

“That’s the one. Yeom Woo Jin.”

“...Huh?”

“That’s the Yeom Woo Jin I told you about.”

“Oh! The one the kids are oddly deferential to?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s not just deferential. They’re practically worshiping him. Didn’t you say he’s the grandson of the Library Keeper?”

“That’s right.”

“And the Library Keeper’s grandson is being followed like that?”

“Exactly. No one follows someone that devoutly unless they’re truly strong.”

“...Wait, what the hell—”

Gwak Pyeong’s face twisted in shock at something he saw.

“What?”

“Over there... That’s Go Seung!”

“What?!”

He turned to where Gwak Pyeong was pointing—and sure enough, Go Seung was there among them.

“What the hell is he doing there?”

“Even he’s showing deference to that Yeom Woo Jin kid.”

“What the hell is going on?”

“For even someone like Go Seung to follow him sincerely... That means he’s not just strong. He’s terrifyingly strong.”

“I’m starting to think the same.”

“How strong is he?”

“At the very least, stronger than Bang Un, Seon Woo Baek, and the others.”

“No. That level of strength isn’t enough to make kids follow you like that.”

“Then what?”

“...I don’t know. I’ve never experienced anything like this.”

The boy they knew as Yeom Woo Jin was now calling out the names of each team leader and their respective group members.

And now they knew what this whole gathering was called.

The Superhuman Unit.

A grand name.

Once each team leader and their squad was assigned, everyone’s expression turned deadly serious.

“Alright. From now on, you’ll operate in squads. Team leaders, you’re responsible for training your team.”

“At your command!”

Originally, they used to just reply with a simple “yeah” to Yeon Woo Jin’s instructions.

But Gong Ya-cheon had insisted that wasn’t fitting—and had everyone start responding with "At your command!"

None of the others objected.

They all instinctively knew—it was the proper response.

At Yeon Woo Jin’s word, the students began moving like clockwork.

Each team leader guided their group into organized drills.

The training was far more systematic than expected.

This wasn’t mindless repetition—it resembled the kind of elite training you’d find in a prestigious sect.

As they watched from their hiding spot, Gwak Pyeong and Ho Je found their unease deepening.

After observing for a while, Gwak Pyeong finally muttered:

“He’s the real deal.”

“...Huh?”

“That kid—he’s the true top underclassman.”

“Then Seon Woo Baek?”

“Just a decoy to divert attention from him.”

“He’s hiding his identity? Why?”

“...I need to look into this more. Let’s go.”

Gwak Pyeong and Ho Je quietly slipped away from their hiding spot.

But someone was already watching them.

Ma Ryang.

He immediately sent a sound transmission to Yeon Woo Jin.

—Young Master, there are two eavesdroppers. Shall I apprehend them?

—Huh? Wasn’t the formation around this area active?

—One of them triggered the trap by mistake, so I had to disable it temporarily. Looks like they slipped in during that gap.

—Who is it?

—Gwak Pyeong.

Yeon Woo Jin paused, then responded.

—Bring him here, would you? I’d rather tell him the truth directly than have him poking around where he shouldn’t.

—Understood!

****

Gwak Pyeong and Ho Je stopped cold, staring at the man who suddenly appeared in their path.

“W-who are you?!”

“There’s somewhere you need to come with me. Quietly.”

“A-and if we refuse?”

“Then I’ll just take you by force.”

“Do you even know who I am?!”

“And who would that be?”

“My maternal grandfather is the Dean of Baekyeong Martial Academy, and my paternal grandfather is Deputy Head of the Discipline Hall!”

“Ah... So you’re Elder Gwak’s grandson.”

“You know my grandfather?”

“Sure do. But unfortunately for you, his name means nothing to me.”

“...Excuse me?”

“If you want to go complain to him later, just say this: Hell’s Dark Flame dragged you here by force. Ask him to punish me.”

“W-wait... You’re Hell’s Dark Flame?”

Ma Ryang grinned.

“Come on, we’re busy. Move.”

“...Yes, sir.”

If your opponent is Hell’s Dark Flame, the rule is simple:

You shut up and follow.

The one waiting for them was none other than Yeon Woo Jin.

“Young Master, I’ve brought them.”

Hell’s Dark Flame bowing to the Library Keeper’s grandson?

What the hell is going on here?

Gwak Pyeong felt like his head was spinning.

“This is the first time we’re meeting face-to-face, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes, sir...”

He caught himself using honorifics before he even realized it.

“You know my name?”

“I-I believe... it’s Yeom Woo Jin...”

“Close. You got the name right—but the family name is wrong.”

Of course. He should’ve known.

“It’s Yeon.”

“Yeon...”

Gwak Pyeong thought for a second—and then gasped.

“Hah...!”

You absolute idiot! You should’ve figured it out when Hell’s Dark Flame acted like his subordinate!

Do you know who Hell’s Dark Flame is?!

He’s a direct subordinate of the current Martial God Sect Master.

Not just a member—a personal agent.

The Sect Master doesn’t hand out that title lightly.

Only those he personally acknowledges—monsters of incredible strength and ability—are chosen.

And this was the man bowing politely to a boy who shared the Sect Master’s surname.

There was only one conclusion.

Gwak Pyeong dropped to his knees instantly.

“I-I didn’t recognize someone of your stature!”

He quickly sent a sound transmission to the dumbfounded Ho Je.

—Bow! He’s the Martial God Sect Master’s bloodline!

Once he understood, Ho Je scrambled into a deep bow, flat on the ground.

“We pay our respects to Your Grace!”

“It’s fine. I’ve been hiding it on purpose—how could you have known, seniors?”

He even called them senior.

Somehow, that made Gwak Pyeong emotional.

The descendant of the Sect Master... called me senior!

Something to brag about for the rest of his life.

“As you can see, I don’t want my identity made public. You understand what I’m saying, right?”

“Y-yes! Crystal clear, sir!”

In other words—keep your mouth shut.

But strangely, Gwak Pyeong felt at peace.

With someone like Yeon Woo Jin here at Baekyeong, he no longer felt the pressure to fight and claw his way upward.

Looking back, all those unbelievable events—they’d all had Yeon Woo Jin behind them.

Now he finally understood why Seon Woo Baek was so strong.

It was because Yeon Woo Jin had trained him.

Sure, Gwak Pyeong could’ve trained someone to be strong too.

But not that strong.

The kids Yeon Woo Jin raised... they were elite.

They’d only grow stronger with time.

Just how strong could they become?

One thing was certain: they’d be the backbone of Martial God Sect’s future.

And Gwak Pyeong—he couldn’t help but envy them.

They were chosen by Yeon Woo Jin.

...He wasn’t.

A little disappointed, but relieved all the same, he made up his mind to let it go.

Time to focus on graduation and be done with it.

His part was over.

With that, he turned to Yeon Woo Jin and spoke sincerely.

“Please take good care of Baekyeong from here on.”

Yeon Woo Jin tilted his head.

“What do you mean? The semester’s not over yet.”

“...What?”

Yeon Woo Jin pointed to the training students.

“You’ll be leading the academy for the rest of the term. Just like you’ve been doing.”

Gwak Pyeong jumped in surprise.

“Me?!”

“Well, who else?”

“B-but why not you, Lord Woo Jin?!”

“I don’t really like standing in the spotlight. That’s your job now—guide them, discipline them, and uphold the academy’s prestige.”

“And what will you do?”

“I’ll be behind the scenes, watching. Seeing who’s doing well, who’s lacking. Helping out in a crisis, maybe.”

...So he was doing everything—just without revealing himself.

Gwak Pyeong said nothing more.

Ah, so this is what they call... a hidden mastermind.

But what could he do?

He had no choice now.

“...Understood. I’ll do everything I can to lead Baekyeong well.”

Yeon Woo Jin smiled.

“Great. Then you’d better start building the power worthy of Baekyeong’s top student, don’t you think?”

“...Huh?”

Gwak Pyeong blinked in confusion at Yeon Woo Jin’s words, as if unsure whether he’d heard right.

“That kind of strength... it’s not something you can gain in a short time.”

“Usually, yeah. But Gwak Pyeong-sunbae has a strong body structure. With a bit of work, I think we can bring out his full potential quickly.”

“A bit of work?”

What does that even mean?

Martial arts?

“There’s a bit of pain involved in the process. Are you okay with that?”

To become strong... and all it would cost was some pain?

That wasn’t even a question.

“Of course! If I can become stronger, a little pain is nothing!”

“Great attitude.”

Yeon Woo Jin smiled in satisfaction and placed a hand on Gwak Pyeong’s shoulder.

“Then let’s get started.”

“R-right now?”

“Of course. You know what they say—strike while the iron is hot. Let’s go.”

“Uh, yes! Alright.”

He was curious.

How exactly was Yeon Woo Jin planning to ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ make someone stronger?

Was he going to give him some rare elixir?

Yeon Woo Jin looked over at Ho Je, who was still standing there blankly.

“What are you doing? Not coming?”

“M-me too?”

“Yeah. Might as well do it together.”

“Ah... Understood!”

The first step was altering Gwak Pyeong’s body.

Crack—

“Grrrrraaaaugh!”

He swore—this was the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced in his life.

But he gritted his teeth and endured.

Crunch—

This was a blessing.

A heaven-sent opportunity.

If it meant gaining power—he’d do anything.

Gwak Pyeong was someone who hungered for strength more than anyone.

Before transferring to Baekyeong, he’d been at Jungcheon Martial Academy.

He’d learned just how small he was there—and had come to Baekyeong to start over.

He even hid his origin, concealing the fact that he was from Jungcheon.

His true level? Weak in Jungcheon, yes—but in the southern region, nearly unmatched.

Even outside the south, his hidden skill could hold its own anywhere.

Now, not just Gwak Pyeong, but Ho Je, the #2-ranked student at the academy, and even Tae Sa-jin, #3, who had been dragged into this without warning, were undergoing full physical reconstruction.

“GAAAAAAAAH!”

The screams were horrible—enough to make anyone think someone was being tortured.

The other students winced just hearing it.

They knew that pain all too well.

They’d been through it themselves.

It hurt just to watch—it felt like they were being subjected to it again.

But soon, they tuned it out and went back to their training.

Yeon Woo Jin, meanwhile, was reviewing intelligence on the other regional academies.

“Hmm. In the west, the strongest is Heukseok Academy. In the east, Hwangryong, and in the north, Heukho is considered dominant.”

“That’s right. Among them, Heukho’s next top student, a boy named Ho Cheon, is said to be exceptionally talented.”

“What level is he at?”

“Five-star Superlative Peak realm. He’s even stronger than Heukho Academy’s current top student.”

“Wow... the next top student is already that strong? That’s insane. Even if Gwak Pyeong had shown his full strength, that would’ve been a hard fight.”

“...Sorry, what do you mean, ‘full strength’?”

“Gwak-sunbae’s real level is Superlative Peak.”

“...What?! Then why didn’t he register that?”

“He probably held back to blend in with Baekyeong.”

“...Unbelievable.”

“Once the body reconstruction is complete, his meridians will be fully restructured. He should be able to reach Five-Star Superlative Peak with no problem. That’s not the concern, though—the real problem is the intermediate students.”

“Yes. Honestly, they’re hopeless. Their talent’s too low, and it’s already too late to train them properly.”

“We’ll try what we can. Gwak Pyeong said he’d take responsibility for training the intermediates, so let’s trust him.”

“What about Go Seung?”

“We’ll need to give him special training.”

As Yeon Woo Jin said it with a sly smile, Go Seung—training in the distance—sneezed.

“Achoo!”

Sniff.

“...Weird. I just got a chill.”

He rubbed his arms and glanced around, then resumed swinging his massive greatsword.

He was getting stronger fast.

But the real problem was his brain.

He wasn’t sharp enough to fully understand his own martial techniques.

If your head’s no good, your body has to make up for it.

There was still plenty of time before year’s end.

By next year, no one would be able to say Baekyeong’s upperclassmen were weak.

****

That evening, after training had ended, Yeon Woo Jin called a meeting of what he considered his inner circle.

From the underclassmen: Jang Un, Seon Woo Baek, Bang Un, Gong Ya-cheon, Heo Wook, and Jang Man-un.

From the intermediates: Go Seung.

From the upperclassmen: Gwak Pyeong and Ho Je.

The biggest issue at present: the intermediate class.

They weren’t united. And among the three levels—upper, middle, and lower—they were the weakest.

Gwak Pyeong spoke first.

“The biggest problem is talent. Last year, for some reason, most of the new students chose to focus on academic training instead of martial arts.”

“And the few who did choose martial arts came from unknown or low-tier sects.”

He glanced at Go Seung cautiously before continuing.

“More than anything... the students don’t trust their top student.”

Go Seung lowered his head.

“...I’m sorry. It’s my fault the intermediates haven’t come together.”