The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 45

He couldn’t understand it.

Why wasn’t he interested in becoming the next Lord of the Martial God Sect?

Wasn’t that the dream of any martial artist who trained in martial arts?

Did he have some reason why he couldn’t let the current Sect Leader discover his identity?

There were more questions than answers.

As Heo Wook’s pupils shifted restlessly, Yeon Woo Jin gave a faint smile and spoke.

“You seem curious why I’m not interested in becoming the next Martial God Sect Lord.”

“Huh? Uh, yeah... I am curious.”

“There’s the hassle of it, and part of me just wants to wander the world with my grandfather—the man I like most. But above all... I don’t love the Martial God Sect. Wouldn’t it be better for someone who actually loves it to inherit it rather than someone like me, who doesn’t?”

“But wouldn’t your grandfather be happier if you became the Sect Lord?”

“Would he? Hmm. I guess that might be true. If you look at it as inheriting his position, that is.”

“Huh?”

What was that supposed to mean?

He said his grandfather would be happy if he became the Sect Lord, and then turned around and said something else entirely.

“My grandfather is the Martial God Sect Lord.”

“What?”

For a moment, Heo Wook thought he’d misheard.

He turned his head to look at Seon Woo Baek and Jang Un.

They nodded.

“Y-you’re serious...? The M-Martial God Sect Lord is your grandfather?”

“That’s right.”

“Then... he must know how strong you are. Why go through this whole competition?”

“Because he doesn’t know I’m strong.”

No matter how much he thought about it, it just didn’t make sense by his standards.

Why would someone with such overwhelming power not want to show it off?

If it were him, he’d be bragging everywhere—challenging the sect’s martial artists in public duels just to prove his strength.

Strong, and with the most powerful backing imaginable.

That was Yeon Woo Jin.

And even if someone wanted to talk about it, they wouldn’t be able to.

Not unless Woo Jin gave them permission first.

After speaking to Heo Wook, Yeon Woo Jin looked around.

The others, having recovered some stamina, were chatting quietly amongst themselves.

“Looks like the kids have gotten their energy back. Wrap things up and get going.”

Yeon Woo Jin said to Seon Woo Baek and Jang Un, then waved a hand and left the area.

“Alright, everyone! Let’s go!”

As soon as Yeon Woo Jin vanished, Seon Woo Baek shouted, and everyone started getting up and heading out in different directions.

Among them were Jin Jo and Gwak Oh, sprinting off with expressions like they’d just escaped death.

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“Hey! You two—come here.”

At Seon Woo Baek’s call, Jin Jo and Gwak Oh, who had been running in high spirits, trudged back with gloomy faces.

As they came closer, Seon Woo Baek explained what would happen from now on.

“From now on, when classes end, you’re coming straight here. No excuses. And don’t be late—Woo Jin hates people who are late.”

Jang Un added from the side.

“If you don’t show up, it’ll be even worse. The people who come to drag you back are... something else.”

“Drag us back? Who?”

“You know the Black Death God, right?”

“Of course. Heard about him since I was a kid.”

“Yeah. Parents used to scare us with him all the time. ‘If you don’t behave, the Black Death God will come get you!’”

“Well, he’s the one who’ll personally come drag you back. So you’d better show up.”

“Y-you’re kidding, right?”

“I wish I were. If you’re really curious, try skipping once. But just know—you won’t be brought back gently. You’ll be facing the Black Death God in a rage. And if he doesn’t come, then the Hell’s Shadow Emperor will. And if he comes... you’re basically half-dead.”

“T-the Hell’s Shadow Emperor? Even he listens to Yeon Woo Jin?”

“Listens to him? He swore loyalty to Woo Jin. When it comes to Woo Jin, he charges in without hesitation—fire, water, anything.”

At Seon Woo Baek’s words, Heo Wook, Jin Jo, and Gwak Oh all shuddered.

It felt like they had fallen into an inescapable ant pit.

“I did warn you,” Jang Un said to the kids, now looking as pale as corpses. “Told you not to follow me. You chose this path. There’s no turning back.”

“Still... consider yourselves lucky. You’ve formed a bond with someone who’ll definitely become the greatest under the heavens.”

The kids’ eyes sparkled at Jang Un’s words.

“You want to hear something even more incredible?”

The kids perked up their ears.

“When Woo Jin fights us, he seals most of his power. When he fights seriously, he uses a technique called Transcendental Gate Unlocking. There are eight total stages to it.”

Gulp—

Someone swallowed hard.

“When he fights us, he’s only unlocked Stage One. Against the Black Death God, he uses Stage Three.”

“What?! Then what happens when he opens Stage Eight?!”

“What do you think happens? You see a monster the world’s never even imagined before.”

“D-doesn’t that mean... he’s already stronger than the current Martial God Sect Lord?”

Jin Jo asked, trembling. Jang Un gave a sly grin.

“Who knows? That’s probably something only he knows. What is certain is that before long, he’ll definitely surpass the current Sect Lord.”

Seon Woo Baek added, “You’ve got the future Greatest Martial Artist as your backer now. Consider that a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

“That is... if you stay obedient,” Jang Un said with a chuckle from the side.

“I know it’s confusing and overwhelming right now, but you’ll get used to it. We all went through the same thing.”

“True enough.”

Hearing Jang Un and Seon Woo Baek’s words, Heo Wook and the kids looked utterly drained.

They looked like they’d aged several years in a single day.

“The kids look exhausted.”

“Yeah. You all worked hard today. Get some rest—see you tomorrow.”

Had there ever been a time when the word tomorrow felt this terrifying?

They wished it would never come.

But what could they do?

Even if you wring a chicken’s neck, morning still comes—and tomorrow, they’d all be right back here.

As Heo Wook and the kids trudged away, slouched and defeated, Jang Un and Seon Woo Baek laughed.

“Brings back memories.”

“Yeah. We must’ve looked just like that, huh?”

At Jang Un’s words, Seon Woo Baek gave a small laugh and nodded.

“Woo Jin says he hates the idea of becoming the Sect Lord... but I’ve got a feeling he’ll end up in that seat eventually.”

“Yeah. As he keeps gathering people like this, it’s only a matter of time before he’s sitting on the throne.”

“And when that day comes, if we want to stand by his side, we’ll need to be stronger than we are now.”

At Jang ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Un’s words, Seon Woo Baek paused, then said:

“Should we... go just a little bit further before heading back?”

At that, Jang Un smiled and turned toward Baekyak Temple.

Seon Woo Baek followed, grinning behind him.

****

“Oh? Look at that.”

Gwak Pyeong’s eyes spotted Seon Woo Baek approaching with Heo Wook’s group.

But what caught his attention was their demeanor—Heo Wook and the others were completely submissive to Seon Woo Baek.

“More impressive than I expected. Look at that. In just a few days, he’s turned his rivals into his loyal followers.”

At Gwak Pyeong’s remark, Ho Je, standing beside him, wore a surprised expression as well.

“No kidding. That is impressive.”

“He’s more skilled than I was. It took me two whole months to make you mine.”

“Why are you bringing up old stories out of nowhere? You’re embarrassing me.”

“Back then, you challenged me almost every day.”

“Yeah, I was full of hot blood... and pissed that a transfer like you snatched the top spot from me.”

Gwak Pyeong gave Ho Je a wry smile.

Once, they’d clashed every day for the title of Number One. Now, they were closer than brothers—his most loyal subordinate.

Of course, that was partly because Gwak Pyeong had held back.

Had he gone all out, he would’ve crushed Ho Je easily.

He never revealed his true strength because he wanted to forge real friendships during his time at Baekyeong Martial Academy.

“I’ve been hearing unsettling news from the Black Shadow Division.”

“About time they started moving. How are their lowerclassmen?”

“Yuk Woon, second son of the Liu family, is ranked top among their lowerclassmen.”

“The Liu family, huh...”

“The one ranked second is Yuk Ja-pyung, grandson of the Lord of the Tiger Lineage Sect. But their strength is neck-and-neck. People basically treat them as equals.”

“And their overall strength?”

“Well... rumor has it they’re the strongest generation in the history of the Black Shadow Division. Supposedly, they even had a secret sparring match against the Yellow Flame Division.”

“And the result?”

“Yellow Flame lost. They couldn’t accept the outcome, so they asked for a rematch.”

“Of course they couldn’t. Their middleclassmen have been underwhelming, so they probably had high hopes for this new batch of lowerclassmen.”

“Exactly. Same issue for us—our middleclassmen are the problem. Ever since Go Seung took the top spot, the group hasn’t been united. That’s our weakest point. The other divisions will exploit that and target us hard next year.”

“It’s not a matter of if. They will. No one’s going to pass up an easy target. That’s why we need to act fast and announce Seon Woo Baek as our official successor.”

“You think Seon Woo Baek can take down middleclass students from the other divisions?”

“He already beat Go Seung. That’s proof enough. And you just saw it—kids rallying around him.”

“I did.”

“Heo Wook is someone I personally recognize as gifted. And he bowed his head and joined under Seon Woo Baek. That alone tells you something about Seon Woo Baek’s potential.”

Gwak Pyeong paused mid-conversation, stroking his chin in thought.

Then he spoke.

“Set up a sparring match with the Yellow Flame Division.”

“Not the Black Shadow?”

“We’ll face Yellow Flame first. Then we’ll get a sense of Black Shadow’s real level.”

“Got it.”

****

Meanwhile...

Not everyone was pleased with Go Seung, the current top-ranked middleclass student.

In particular, Kang Tae (ranked #2) and Yeon Gong (ranked #3), who had both lost to him, were fuming.

“Losing to that brainless bastard was bad enough. But now people are saying he’s weaker than the top lowerclassman?”

“Who the hell would’ve guessed that guy, who looks like some mountain bandit, would actually lose to a lowerclassman?”

“Shit. Now people are lumping us in too, saying we’re weaker than the lowerclassmen.”

“It’s not just within our division—word’s already spread to other divisions. A buddy of mine in the Black Shadow Division straight-up laughed at me.”

“Damn it! I can’t even show my face around here.”

“You think we should challenge him again? We’ve been training hard. And honestly, we’re the only ones who can lift the mess our middleclass has become.”

“But Gwak Pyeong-sunbae already cast us aside. Can we really turn things around?”

“Only because of Go Seung! That blockhead’s the reason we lost his support. If we get rid of him, Gwak Pyeong will come back around.”

“You sure we can beat that dumbass?”

“He lost to a lowerclassman! That means he hasn’t been training properly. We, on the other hand, have been sharpening our blades in silence.”

“You’re right! Let’s do it!”

“Hell yeah. When should we strike?”

“We’ll get our condition to peak this week, then challenge him next week. I’ll go first and drain him as much as possible. You follow right after and finish the job.”

“Got it!”

One Month Ago – The 58th-ranked Clan Under Martial God Sect: Tyrant Blade Hall

Go Pae, the clan leader, frowned as he stared at his son, Go Seung.

“How long are you going to sit there sulking? Get up, right now!”

“Father...”

“You lost one time and this is how you act? What the hell are you doing?!”

“It wasn’t just a loss... I lost to someone younger than me...”

“In the martial world, age means nothing! Strength is what matters! If it bothers you so much, stop moping and get your ass into training!”

At Go Pae’s shouting, Go Seung looked up with sorrow in his eyes.

“Father... Maybe you were right all along. Maybe I really don’t have talent.”

“You dumbass, who said you don’t have talent?! You barely trained and still became top of your class!”

“That didn’t matter when I fought the real deal...”

“Then become the real deal yourself! Get up! Your father will train you personally!”

After a pause, Go Seung finally hauled his massive body upright.

“You’re right, Father. I’ll train seriously this time—and challenge him again.”

“Now that’s my son! Be ready though—it’s going to be hellish training!”

“Make me strong, no matter what it takes! I’ll do anything!”

A grin crept across Go Pae’s face.

He didn’t know who it was that had beaten his son—but he almost felt like thanking the kid.

That loss had shaken Go Seung out of his arrogance. The boy who once relied solely on his innate strength and size—refusing to even look at training—was finally serious.

At the same time, Go Pae’s pride burned.

How dare someone humiliate his son like that?

“You little bastard... Just one month. One month is all I need. My son will crush you.”

As he watched Go Seung march toward the training hall, Go Pae made up his mind.

“To make him stronger in such a short time... I’ll have to give him the Tyrant’s Rebirth Pill.”