The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 69

"Yes. He is the friend I love and respect the most in the world. I must stand and fight so that I do not show him a shameful side of myself."

Pyo Cheon gazed quietly at Jang Un’s expression.

‘His eyes are filled with righteous light, unwavering.’

"You mean it."

Could he have been like that at that age?

No.

If it were him, he would not have been able to go that far.

Pyo Cheon slowly stepped forward.

"You are a true man. In acknowledgment, I will face you myself."

At Pyo Cheon's words, the surrounding warriors showed surprised expressions.

It was the first time they had seen him acknowledge someone.

Jang Un thought of Yeon Woo Jin.

From their first meeting until now, everything that had happened.

If it weren’t for Yeon Woo Jin, could he have shown such a side now?

No.

He would have trembled and fled without even looking back.

Jang Un would fight.

For Yeon Woo Jin.

And for Seong Yeon-hwa as well.

Shaking off his thoughts, Jang Un began to glare at Pyo Cheon with terrifying concentration.

Feeling the aura emanating from Jang Un, Pyo Cheon put on a serious expression.

‘He’s better than I thought. To have that kind of presence at his age... He’s a talent.’

It was regrettable.

That he would have to crush such a talent with his own hands.

But he could not go easy.

This was a fight between men.

An overwhelming momentum began to burst from Pyo Cheon's body.

Sensing it, Jang Un flinched.

But soon, he looked at him with calm eyes.

To show such calm even after feeling his aura.

‘I’ll subdue him in one move.’

It was the greatest consideration he could offer.

Pyo Cheon's body moved rapidly.

Jang Un’s pupils quickly followed his movement.

Whoosh—.

Jang Un leaned his body backward, almost lying down, to dodge Pyo Cheon's flying punch.

At the same time, Jang Un’s leg moved.

"Lightning Ascending Kick!"

Pyo Cheon was startled and swiftly dodged.

'To attack from that position? Wait, Lightning? Could it be? Lightning Emperor’s Lightning Flash Divine Art?'

It was no ordinary martial art.

'Was he a disciple of the Lightning Emperor?'

If he continued to grow like this, he would surely become greatly renowned one day.

The surprise lasted only a moment—Jang Un, who had soared into the air, suddenly halted in midair, then transformed his technique and launched another attack.

"Lightning Hundred Rending Kicks!"\

An uncountable number of afterimages filled the air as he attacked.

Pyo Cheon quickly crossed his arms to defend.

Crack-crack—.

With a considerable impact, Pyo Cheon's body floated up and was pushed backward.

Jang Un tried to continue his attack with that same momentum.

But then a massive shock struck his abdomen.

Looking down, he saw Pyo Cheon's palm buried in his stomach.

Crack—.

"Guh!"

Bright red blood spurted from Jang Un’s mouth as his body floated into the air.

Pyo Cheon spun around and kicked the airborne Jang Un away.

Smack—!

Crash, crash—!

Pyo Cheon brushed the footprint off his arm and spoke to his subordinates.

"Take him respectfully."

However, the subordinates did not move.

"What are you doing?"

"He’s getting up."

"What?"

When Pyo Cheon turned around quickly, he saw Jang Un standing up, wiping blood from his lips.

"You would have been better off staying down."

"If I fall from just this much, I’ll be scolded."

"By who?"

"My friend."

Since earlier, what nonsense was he speaking?

In any case, he realized he couldn’t bring him down with half-hearted efforts.

Whoosh—.

Flutter, flutter—.

Pyo Cheon's uniform flapped under the surge of energy from his body.

Jang Un felt it.

This next attack would be truly dangerous.

"Hoo!"

He took a deep breath and began circulating his inner energy.

To unleash the strongest attack he could muster.

He could only use it once.

With fierce eyes, he stared at Pyo Cheon.

Seeing this, Pyo Cheon smiled and said,

"Looks like you still have a trick up your sleeve."

"Yes."

"Alright! Let’s see it!"

Pyo Cheon’s body moved swiftly.

And just as he was about to strike Jang Un’s body—

Jang Un blurred and disappeared.

‘It’s not Illusion-Shift Displacement... Where?’

Just as Pyo Cheon hurriedly searched for where Jang Un had gone—

He felt energy erupt from the spot where Jang Un originally stood.

"Damn!"

"Lightning Flash Slash !"

Whoosh—.

Jang Un passed Pyo Cheon's body in an instant.

A delayed impact sound came from Pyo Cheon's body.

Crack—.

It was the strongest move within the Lightning Flash Divine Art that Jang Un could currently use.

Even if he couldn’t defeat him, he must have inflicted serious damage.

Jang Un staggered as he stood up, having exhausted too much inner energy in one blow.

"That was a magnificent attack."

As Pyo Cheon's voice rang out, Jang Un felt a heavy blow to the back of his neck.

Thud—.

Jang Un collapsed unconscious.

Pyo Cheon, massaging his throbbing side, looked at the fallen Jang Un.

‘If I had been even a little slower dodging...’

He would have suffered a major disgrace.

Pyo Cheon spoke to his subordinates.

"Take him respectfully."

As they prepared to carry off the collapsed Jang Un, a boy around Jang Un’s age stood in front of them.

Startled, Pyo Cheon thought,

‘When did he get there? I didn’t sense anything!’

Where had he appeared from?

"Leave that child."

"Who are you?"

"A friend."

In that instant, Pyo Cheon instinctively realized the boy before him was the friend Jang Un had spoken of.

He was a boy who exuded an aura that could not be treated lightly.

The moment he looked into the boy’s eyes, his body felt frozen.

‘What is this? Am I... nervous just from a boy’s gaze?’

It was unbelievable.

"Leave him."

"I cannot do that."

"I’m not asking you."

"Kuhk!"

Suddenly, an overwhelming force crushed down on Pyo Cheon.

Crunch—.

His knees buckled under the pressure and hit the ground.

Thud—.

Then his upper body slowly bent toward the floor.

He was being forced into a posture of bowing before his opponent.

He tried to resist, but it was useless.

Thud—.

Eventually, even his forehead touched the ground.

"Because you acknowledged Jang Un as a man and faced him, I will end it here."

Pyo Cheon’s eyes widened to the point they looked about to tear.

He could not resist at all.

Where in the world had such an unbelievable monster come from?

At that moment.

A familiar voice rang out.

"Yo, please forgive us!"

‘Protector Eun?’

The boy’s voice spoke.

"Looks like I’ll have to go to Golden Sword Manor."

Those words sounded as if he intended to erase the Golden Sword Manor from existence.

Hearing that, Eun Baek-gi’s face turned deathly pale, and he immediately prostrated himself flat on the ground, begging for forgiveness.

"I-I am begging you like this! Please forgive the Golden Sword Manor!"

As Eun Baek-gi’s desperate voice echoed, the crushing force pressing down on Pyo Cheon disappeared.

Lifting his head, Pyo Cheon confirmed it was indeed Eun Baek-gi.

He was horrified.

He was bowing low and pleading to the boy.

"P-Protector! What are you doing? Think of the dignity of the Great Golden Sword Manor!"

"Shut up!"

Eun Baek-gi roared at Pyo Cheon with a fierce expression.

"Kuhk!"

Leaving the staggering and suffering Pyo Cheon behind, Eun Baek-gi turned back and pleaded with Yeon Woo Jin.

"I-I am begging you like this! Please, bestow your mercy upon us!"

Yeon Woo Jin gently helped the desperately bowing Eun Baek-gi to his feet and said,

"Please rise. I’m not going to the Golden Sword Manor to destroy it. I intend to resolve this matter peacefully."

At Yeon Woo Jin’s words, Eun Baek-gi stared at him with trembling pupils, then quickly said,

"I-I see! I did not realize you had such noble intentions and behaved shamefully."

"How is that shameful? It is a noble act to be willing to sacrifice yourself to protect the Golden Sword Manor."

"Th-thank you."

"For the sake of Protector Eun as well, I will resolve this with words, so please stand."

"Thank you! Truly, thank you!"

Pyo Cheon stared blankly at the scene unfolding before him.

What on earth was happening?

He looked around.

Most of the Golden Sword Battalion were lying unconscious, foaming at the mouth.

He had barely managed to endure.

A monster possessing unbelievable power.

'Does Protector Eun know who that boy truly is?'

What kind of existence could make the strongest master of the Golden Sword Manor behave like that?

Eun Baek-gi turned to Pyo Cheon with a cold expression and said,

"You are to wake those children and return immediately."

"P-Protector Eun... but my orders were—"

"Silence. The Golden Sword Manor nearly disappeared from this world."

"What?"

"You'll come to understand naturally later. For now, gather your subordinates and return."

"Y-yes, understood."

****

The Golden Sword Manor Lord, Seong Hwang, erupted in fury upon seeing Eun Baek-gi return.

"How could you, of all people, allow the young lady to run away? You should have stopped her!"

"You know well that I am powerless before the young lady."

"And you call that an excuse...?"

Seong Hwang started to rebuke him, but let out a deep sigh instead.

After all, because Eun Baek-gi had been with Seong Yeon-hwa, he had been able to feel at ease.

"Enough. At least the girl has returned safely, that’s what matters."

As he spoke, he looked around.

"Did you not meet Pyo Cheon?"

"I met him."

"Then why have you returned alone? Why isn’t he with you?"

"Manor Lord."

"What is it?"

"There is someone I must introduce to you."

"Introduce?"

Someone to introduce?

He hadn’t come back alone?

At Eun Baek-gi’s words, Seong Hwang turned his gaze toward the door and saw a boy around his daughter’s age standing there, hands clasped behind his back.

"Surely, you don’t mean that boy?"

"Yes, I do."

"Who is he?"

"It would be better for you to hear it directly. But whatever you do, you must not show him any disrespect. You must greet him with utmost courtesy."

If even Eun Baek-gi was speaking so cautiously, this boy could not be ordinary.

"I understand."

No matter which noble family he came from, if Eun Baek-gi was acting with such care, it would be foolish not to be cautious.

Eun Baek-gi hurried over to the boy and spoke to him with a posture so respectful it was startling.

It was even more respectful than how he treated Seong Hwang himself.

Seong Hwang’s curiosity grew even stronger.

'Which family ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) could this boy be from, that Protector Eun would bow so low?'

Seong Hwang straightened his clothes and went to greet the guest Eun Baek-gi had brought.

"Welcome. I am Seong Hwang, Lord of the Golden Sword Manor."

"Ah! Hello. I apologize for visiting so suddenly. My name is Yeon Woo Jin."

‘Yeon?’

Seong Hwang tilted his head in confusion.

He tried to recall any household bearing the Yeon surname.

No matter how hard he searched his memory, no such household came to mind.

But somehow, he felt instinctively that he must not treat this boy lightly.

For proof, Eun Baek-gi was nervously glancing at Yeon Woo Jin, desperately reading his mood.

What kind of being could make Protector Eun so tense?

Seong Hwang cautiously spoke.

"I beg your pardon, but though I feel like I’ve heard of the Yeon family, I cannot recall it clearly."

At Seong Hwang’s question, Eun Baek-gi, standing beside him, flinched and quickly cut in.

"M-Manor Lord! You know, there is someone! Please, think carefully!"

"If I remembered, would I be asking?"

"You might not remember because one rarely calls that person by name."

"By name?"

The word ‘name’ came from Eun Baek-gi’s mouth.

Normally, there would be no reason to call that person's name?

There was only one such figure in the Martial God Sect.

One person.

And it came to mind.

That name.

'Yeon' Cheon-baek.

And the boy before him was named 'Yeon' Woo Jin.

"Guhk!"

Finally, Seong Hwang realized who stood before him.

No—he wasn’t absolutely certain.

He knew 'that person' had no known descendants.

Yet to impersonate the bloodline of someone from the Martial God Sect?

That would be sheer madness.

"By chance... what is your relation to the Grandmaster?"

"He’s my grandfather."

"Gasp!"

Was it true?

Seong Hwang looked at Eun Baek-gi.

Eun Baek-gi silently nodded.

Seong Hwang hurriedly sent a sound transmission to Eun Baek-gi.

—You expect me to believe this?

—You must. I have confirmed it personally.

—How?

—The Heavenly Martial Division Lord personally serves him.

—T-the Heavenly Martial Division Lord!?

—Not only him, but also the Dark Emperor of Hell and the Black Death God guard his side.

—R-really?

—Yes. You must believe me.

If the Heavenly Martial Division Lord was acting as his escort, then it was certain.

Seong Hwang immediately bowed and guided Yeon Woo Jin inside.

"A-absolute honor for such a distinguished guest to visit this humble place. Please, come inside."

"Then, I’ll excuse myself for a moment."

"Please, think of this as your own home and make yourself comfortable! May I ask if you have eaten dinner?"

"Not yet."

"Then we will prepare a meal immediately."

"I’m grateful you’re even offering dinner despite my sudden visit."

"It’s nothing at all. Please, just enjoy it to your heart’s content."

At the same time, Seong Hwang secretly sent another sound transmission to Eun Baek-gi.

—Prepare the finest delicacies immediately and present them!