The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 53
It wasn’t just blood.
“Again? Tell me what you’ve analyzed.”
“From what I can tell, you’re special. You seem to have abilities that no ordinary human could ever possess.”
“That’s right.”
“And despite you being that extraordinary, the Lord of the Martial God Sect left you here... that means he doesn’t know about your powers. Which only makes sense if you never revealed them.”
“Exactly. I wonder why I did that?”
“You showed me the reason yourself. You didn’t want the world to know about you. That’s why you hid it. And because of that, the Lord of the Martial God Sect didn’t know your full potential and ended up leaving you here in disappointment.”
After hearing Gong Ya-cheon’s words, Yeon Woo Jin laughed and replied.
“You’ve made a pretty solid deduction from limited information. Yes, I’ve been hiding my abilities from my grandfather. But he does know—just not the specifics. He only knows that I have some kind of special power. He doesn’t know exactly what it is.”
“And even knowing that, he just left you here?”
“So why would he leave me here despite knowing I have powers?”
Yeon Woo Jin’s question made Gong Ya-cheon pause and think.
In a case like this, there are only two possibilities.
One, like he said before—disappointment.
But if not that...
“Because you asked him to? Because he always does whatever you ask?”
It was the most ridiculous-sounding guess.
But Yeon Woo Jin’s answer left Gong Ya-cheon in shock.
“That’s right. My grandfather does everything I ask him to. I mean, technically, I didn’t ask to be sent to Baekyeong, but...”
“Then?”
“My teacher’s the one who put me here.”
“Your teacher?”
“Yeah. Master Sama Cheon.”
“T-The strategist?”
“Exactly. The strategist of the Martial God Sect.”
That made even less sense.
The strategist of the Martial God Sect held a position second only to the sect leader himself.
Why would someone like that send his disciple to Baekyeong?
More importantly, if his grandfather was the Lord of the Martial God Sect, why would his master be the strategist? Why wouldn’t the sect leader teach him personally?
The more he learned, the less sense Yeon Woo Jin made.
Out of curiosity, Gong Ya-cheon asked.
“I want to see your true power.”
“What kind of power should I show you?”
Clink—
From the armory on one side of the training grounds, the metallic sound of weapons rang out.
He turned his head instinctively at the noise.
And there they were—dozens of swords and sabers, floating in midair right in front of Gong Ya-cheon’s eyes.
“Wh-What the hell?!”
Startled, he stumbled backward and fell.
He didn’t even notice the pain—he was too busy staring at the weapons, suspended in the air and aimed directly at him.
“What would you call this in the world of martial arts?”
He had lifted swords into the air. So would that be Elemental Telekinesis?
If he could use that level of ability, he had to be at least a Transcendental Realm martial artist.
But it wasn’t just the telekinesis. There were too many weapons floating there.
Each one was moving freely, under perfect control.
That meant—
“Qi-Controlled Sword Force?”
A legendary technique, only accessible to those who had reached the final edge of the Transcendental Realm or beyond.
Bluish sword aura shimmered around each weapon.
By this point, Gong Ya-cheon was genuinely afraid.
He didn’t even know what he had gotten himself involved in.
“This isn’t Qi-Controlled Sword Aura, is it?”
“Not sure if it counts as that,” Yeon Woo Jin replied. “But they’re definitely wrapped in aura.”
Definitely?
And it wasn’t just one or two blades with aura.
If he launched those at the academy students?
There wasn’t a single person in any martial division within the Martial God Sect who could defend against it.
No—scratch that.
In the entire Martial God Sect, there might be one person capable of withstanding it.
His bloodline wasn’t just for show.
The descendant of the strongest monster under heaven... turned out to be an even greater monster.
This confirmed it.
Yeon Woo Jin’s cultivation level was at least Mythic Rank.
That meant he was already a fully formed martial god.
And he was still young.
To possess that kind of power at his age?
And on top of it all, the ability to manipulate minds?
Was it even fair for one person to hold this much power?
The swords and sabers slowly floated back to their original places.
Clack, clack, clack—
As they slid into their sheaths one by one, Gong Ya-cheon stared in a daze.
He looked like someone waking from a dream.
“Showing you that means I trust you.”
At Yeon Woo Jin’s words, Gong Ya-cheon’s eyes lit up again.
To be trusted by someone who had already reached such an absolute state...
There could be no greater honor or joy.
“I’ll be in your care from now on.”
Gong Ya-cheon looked up at Yeon Woo Jin, then slowly bowed deeply.
“From now on, I’ll serve you as my lord.”
Yeon Woo Jin gave him a quiet smile and nodded.
“We’re still in public, so speak casually.”
“Got it.”
Seeing how quickly Gong Ya-cheon adapted, Yeon Woo Jin smiled brightly with satisfaction.
****
The children had gathered at the Hundred Remedies Hall.
Training had begun like usual, and Gong Ya-cheon had joined in.
He said that since he was a strategist, he’d only be training his physical stamina a bit.
That put everyone at ease.
But it didn’t seem like it was just stamina training.
It was practically martial arts training.
Gong Ya-cheon was drenched in sweat from head to toe.
But he couldn’t bring himself to complain about how hard it was.
Because once he looked around, he realized his own suffering was nothing.
The scene around him looked like hell itself.
“Aaaaargh!”
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“Raaahhhh!”
Some were sprinting full speed while carrying massive boulders.
Others were endlessly swinging staffs that looked way too heavy even at a glance.
Yeon Woo Jin’s closest aides—Jang Un and Seon Woo Baek—were barely crawling through empty space, looking like they were dying.
It was as if something invisible was binding their every move.
They attacked each other in ultra-slow motion, barely dodging each strike with millimeter precision.
Could that kind of training even be effective?
Noticing his puzzled expression, Yeon Woo Jin let out a small chuckle.
“Wondering why they’re moving like that?”
Gong Ya-cheon nodded.
Yeon Woo Jin waved a hand at him.
“Urgh!”
Suddenly, his entire body felt like a soaked rag, weighed down by an invisible force.
It felt like two or three people were sitting on top of him.
Now he understood why they were moving that way.
They were probably under even greater pressure than this.
A training method far beyond anything he could have imagined.
But the results were already proven—this was how they had crushed the Black Shadow Division.
Snap—
Yeon Woo Jin flicked his fingers, and the oppressive weight vanished from Gong Ya-cheon’s body.
“Jang Man-un made a move, didn’t he?”
Still panting, Seon Woo Baek answered as he struggled to move.
“Yeah... He did!”
“Think you can take him?”
Seon Woo Baek answered honestly.
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“Knowing yourself is a good start. When do you think the fight will happen?”
“Sometime this week?”
“Hmm. That’s cutting it close.”
Realizing something, Seon Woo Baek panicked.
“W-Wait! Maybe next week! It could be next week!”
“Come on. You can’t guarantee that. Let’s assume it’ll be this week.”
“Ugh...”
“You know you can’t afford to lose, right?”
He said it with a gentle smile—but it was terrifying.
“What kind of training do I need to beat that bastard...”
Yeon Woo Jin stroked his chin, deep in thought.
“What kind of sect is Baekcheon Gate?”
Gong Ya-cheon answered smoothly.
“They rank thirty-second under the Martial God Sect. Their gate master is Jang Cheon-gong—one of the Hundred Great Masters of the martial world. His cultivation is known to be at the third stage of the Transcendental Realm. Baekcheon’s secret art is called Heaven-Flying Divine Art.”
“What kind of martial art is the Heaven-Flying Divine Art?”
“It’s a martial art focused primarily on fists and palms. It’s considered a peerless divine technique—so going up against it won’t be easy.”
“Did Jang Manseong master it too?”
“No. He couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“He lacked the talent, but more than that... Jang Manseong was never really treated like a proper son.”
“He was a concubine’s child, wasn’t he?”
“Yeah. The problem was that the concubine used to be just a housemaid in the family.”
“So that’s what twisted him?”
“He was desperate to be acknowledged. And with someone like me in the picture, he became even greedier. He’s not a bad person. He just turned out that way because he never received proper love from his parents.”
“True, he did accept defeat rather cleanly.”
“Yeah, he even encouraged me to take the transfer exam. Told me to spread my wings under someone with a bigger vessel.”
“Seems like he wasn’t a bad guy.”
“He wasn’t. That’s why I followed him.”
“What kind of person is Jang Man-un?”
“I don’t know the details, but in terms of talent, I’ve heard his comprehension of martial arts is so fast, he’s comparable to the eldest brother.”
“The eldest is that strong?”
“He’s considered the most talented martial artist in Baekcheon Gate’s entire history. They say that once he becomes gate master, Baekcheon Gate might even climb into the top twenty sects.”
“Oh? And Jang Man-un is on par with someone like that?”
“He is. And Heaven-Flying Divine Art is far superior to Jincheon Taiyi Fist. If the two arts went head-to-head, Jincheon Taiyi Fist would likely be overpowered.”
Yeon Woo Jin smiled at Gong Ya-cheon’s comment.
“That’s true—if we’re talking about the old Jincheon Taiyi Fist. But the current one? I’ve personally restructured and reborn it into something new.”
“H-Huh? You—you personally modified Jincheon Taiyi Fist?”
“Yeah. What Woo Baek is practicing now is the upgraded version. The only problem is that he’s a slow learner.”
Gong Ya-cheon turned to Seon Woo Baek with wide, astonished eyes.
“You can’t afford to lose when you’re using a martial art I personally reconstructed. Right, Woo Baek?”
“Y-Yeah... That’s right.”
“Good. I’ve decided how you’ll train.”
“How?”
“There’s no training like actual combat. After a few brushes with life and death, you’ll pick it up instinctively.”
“W-Woo Jin...”
“It’s been a while since I’ve moved my body.”
As Yeon Woo Jin stood up and started stretching, Seon Woo Baek drooped his head with a pitiful look on his face.
There was no way out, so all he could do was accept it.
Meanwhile, Gong Ya-cheon looked intrigued.
He was going to get to witness Yeon Woo Jin fight in person.
****
The Vice Gate Master of Baekcheon Gate, Jang Manho, was having a conversation with his younger brother, Jang Man-un.
“So. How was your first day at the academy? Did you talk to this Seon Woo Baek guy?”
“Yeah, I talked to him.”
“What’s your impression? Is he really strong enough to have beaten Manseong?”
“Well, we didn’t actually exchange blows, so I can’t say for sure, but judging by his presence, he’s not bad.”
“That good?”
“Yeah. And there was another guy with him who seemed to be at a similar level.”
“No wonder Black Shadow lost.”
“Exactly. That’s what I thought too. But there’s something odd.”
“Odd?”
“It’s hard to explain... It felt like those two weren’t the whole picture.”
“You think there are more powerful people behind them?”
“No, not like that. It’s more like... someone is behind the scenes, pulling the strings. That’s the feeling I got.”
“So you’re saying those two aren’t the real power behind Baekyeong?”
“Yeah. It feels like they’re hiding something.”
“This place just keeps getting more interesting.”
“Right? It really is interesting.”
“Need me to help out?”
“Not yet. For now, I’m just going to observe a little longer before making any moves.”
“No activity from Baekyeong’s top student?”
“Hard to say. Doesn’t seem like he’s doing anything. Maybe he hasn’t heard the news yet.”
“A transfer student from Black Tiger Academy just arrived and he hasn’t heard? I doubt that. Check in tomorrow. They might be planning something.”
“Yeah, got it.”
****
Having finished his closed-door training, Gwak Pyeong was shocked when he heard from Ho Je.
“What? A lowerclassman transferred from Black Tiger Academy?”
“Yeah, he transferred in today.”
“Who is it?”
“Jang Man-un. Jang Manseong’s younger brother.”
“He came for revenge?”
“That seems the most likely reason. Otherwise, why would someone come all the way from the northern academy to ours in the south?”
“What was his rank in Black Tiger?”
“I looked into it. He was ranked second among the lowerclassmen there.”
“Second in the lowerclass ranks at Black Tiger... That’s impressive. Wait—he hasn’t fought our guys already, has he?”
“No. There was a small skirmish disguised as a greeting, but no official fight.”
“Good. If he’s ranked that high in Black Tiger—the strongest school in the north—he’s probably really dangerous. Seon Woo Baek might not be able to handle him.”
“Thing is, the guys who were there said Seon Woo Baek didn’t back down.”
“He might’ve been hiding his true strength.”
“Maybe.”
“Where’s Seon Woo Baek now?”
“Probably training somewhere. This is prime training time.”
“Tell him to come see me tomorrow.”
“What for?”
“We need a contingency plan. If that kid wrecks Seon Woo Baek and just walks away, Baekyeong is finished.”
“What kind of plan? It’s not like we can make him stronger overnight.”
“We’ll buy time. As much as we can, until Seon Woo Baek’s ready. That’s what I want to discuss—so have him come by tomorrow.”
“Alright.”
