Chapter 441 - Absolutely Irreconcilable Hatred and Biochemical Beast Change (1/2)
Jang Cheon-Hyeok, who began the development of State of Korea’s Neo Taekwondo in Europe, died with his arms broken and chest pierced through in his duel with Qin Fen, who had defeated many successors of Neo Taekwondo, on Tianbei’s seashore.
The death of a martial dao master was still a pretty big thing in the world of martial arts. Especially when Neo Taekwondo’s founder, Bae Seong-Joon had posted and announced the official duel with Qin Fen everywhere, causing various influences to be paying extra attention to Neo Taekwondo’s movement.
The news that Jang Cheon-Hyeok, who had killed two martial dao masters in Europe, had died in Tianbei quickly spread through the various domains of martial artists.
Qin Fen had killed a lot of his opponents but he had never really killed a martial dao master. This time, his reputation spread like radiation after he had killed Jang Cheon-Hyeok.
“Jang Cheon-Hyeok was really killed?”
Headquarters of Valliant Dojo, State of Japan, the creator of Neo Kyokushin Karate, Kyokushin Kouten slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two martial artists just opposite of him while maintaining the seiza position. There was a bit of surprise in his tone.
Jang Cheon-Hyeok had been a martial dao master for many years. Kyokushin Kouten had seen him once. He wasn’t a half-assed person who had just stepped into the ranks of martial dao master, he was a real martial dao master; it could even be said that he had already grasped the essence of Neo Taekwondo.
Much to Kyukushin Kouten’s surprise, such a martial dao master had lost to the hands of a teenaged martial artist. Kyokushin Kouten found this news somewhat unbelievable.
Of the two people sitting opposite to Kyokushin Kouten, one was a two meters tall fat man with a weight of five hundred and sixty pounds. Sitting on the tatami casually, he felt like a moving mountain of meat.
This man was the savior of the State of Japan’s traditional martial art, the creator of Neo Sumo, Hashimoto Nagashiro.
“Yes, although there is an old saying in Zhongzhou that heroes come from among the youth, Qin Fen is too young. A martial dao master who is less than twenty years old…”
Hashimoto Nagashiro shook his huge head; his chest muscles and fat shook slightly with every turn of his neck. His body may seem fatty and slow but none of the martial dao masters dared to underestimate its terrifying lethality.
“Although it’s unexpected, Jang Cheon-Hyeok is indeed dead.”
The man sitting next to Hashimoto Nagashiro was a bit thin and small. A thin man with a height of one meter and sixty-five centimeters. Sitting next to Hashimoto Nagashiro in seiza, he gave the impression of a monkey.
This man who looked a bit like a monkey enjoyed the same prestige as the other two in the world of martial arts in the State of Japan. The creator of Neo Aikido, Hatakeyama Kazuo.
“I don’t know what kind souvenirs were left for Qin Fen after Jang Cheon-Hyeok died.” Hatakeyama Kazuo furrowed his two centimeters short eyebrows. “As expected of the man who has made great achievements. Bae Seong-Joon first agreed to duel with Qin Fen and then sent his disciple to fight first. A victory would have been the best, but losing… hmph… hmph…”
Kyokushin Kouten calmly placed his arms on the knees as he nodded slightly in agreement. “Bae Seong-Joon created Neo Taekwondo by integrating several schools of martial arts. Among which is Zhongzhou’s art of war. So, there is nothing wrong with resorting to such means.”
Hashimoto Nagashiro’s eyes flickered with a bit of disdain. “Nothing wrong!? He first sent his disciple to consume the strength of his opponent and planned to defeat his opponent personally next to promote his Neo Taekwondo. This kind of person isn’t worthy of practicing martial arts! He doesn’t deserve to be a master to others!”
Just as Hashimoto Nagashiro’s words fell, a heavy palm the size of giant’s slammed on the ground, shaking the tatami mat.
Kyokushin Kouten and Hashimtot Nagashiro glanced at each other, a helpless wry smile on their faces. The trio might be martial artists from the State of Japan, but Hashimoto Nagashiro’s way of thinking is somewhat different from the two.
In a rain forest in the State of Thailand, a bald man with a height of two meters and a bare upper body was calmly looking at the slowly flowing stream before him.
Two Neo Muay Thai martial artist stood behind the robust man not too far away from him with their breaths held, looking carefully at the bald and robust man. This Neo Muay Thai practitioner was Saketh, the person who had killed the creator of Neo Muay Thai, the King of Neo Muay Thai half a year ago and became the current King of Neo Muay Thai.
After a while, Saketh slowly opened his mouth and spoke to himself, “As a master, my biggest wish should be to kill the best disciple I have taught rather than watching him get killed by others. Jang Cheon-Hyeok is dead, the most saddened should be Bae Seong-Joon.”
As a master, my biggest wish should be to kill the best disciple I have taught. The two people standing not far behind Saketh felt a chill run down their spine upon hearing Saketh speak the words once spoken by his master who he himself had killed, the King of Neo Muay Thai.
The current King of Neo Muay Thai seemed to have something wrong with this brain but none of the practitioners of Neo Muay Thai could not repudiate that Saketh didn’t deserve to the King of Neo Muay Thai after seeing his fierceness.
Aggrieved!? Aggrieved!
In the lobby of the headquarters of Neo Taekwondo in the State of Korea, Bae Seong-Joon stood quietly before a glass coffin. He had been standing before this coffin for an entire day. During this time, he did not eat, drink, or speak; he just kept on looking at the man lying in the coffin calmly and quietly.
The badly mutilated corpse lying in the coffin before him was of Jang Cheon-Hyeok, the disciple he was most proud of and had all his hopes pinned on after the news of Cai Renying and Kim Ji-Seok’s death came from the Sacred Martial Hall.
Since the founding of Neo Taekwondo, Bae Seong-Joon had fostered ten disciples, of which Jang Cheon-Hyeok was the only one who completed the Great Inborn Nirvana Marrow Transformation and successfully became a fifteen-star martial artist, stepping into the ranks of a martial dao master.
Bae Seong-Joon didn’t have a son. Jang Cheon-Hyeok, the disciple he had taken the earliest was like a son to him. Even closer than if he did have his own son! His love was Cai Renying but all his hopes were pinned on Jang Cheon-Hyeok.
Originally, Bae Seong-Joon also had hoped Cai Renying and Kim Ji-Seok would step into the ranks of martial dao master in the future after having joined the Sacred Martial Hall.
But how could he have ever thought that two Scared Martial Hall disciples would be killed in a short span of one year? And even Jang Cheon-Hyeok, the only disciple to enter the realm of martial dao master, and the possible successor of Neo Taekwondo, would be killed as well.
Dead, all of them are dead.
Bae Seong-Joon stood still before the coffin. Neo Taekwondo, which had been thriving after my hard work of so many years, has collapsed in just a year or so.
And all of this is by the grace of a rapidly rising young martial artist, Qin Fen!
In just one night, many of Bae Seong-Joon’s black hair had grown white; he had suddenly grown ten years older.
There were no tears flowing out of his eyes; when a person’s sadness hits the extreme, his or her eyes would not even be able to squeeze out a single tear.
Bae Seong-Joon’s posture that he had been maintaining for a night finally changed. He slowly raised his arm and placed his hand over his heart, which seemed to have been hollowed out with the deaths of his disciples.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes flickered with endless sorrows. His arid lips moved up and down a bit, his heartbreaking wails resounding through the sky so loud that it gave the impression that his vocal cord was about to be broken.
“Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh…”
“Qin Fen!”
“You have killed my disciples, my wife, my son! I, Bae Seong-Joon and you can’t exist under the same sky!”
The true energy of the fifteen-star level burst out from his body, cracking the large marble slabs underneath his feet. Even the glass coffin beside had cracks appeared on it from the vibrations of the sound.
In the blink of an eye, the cracks spread all over the coffin and finally, it broke into pieces with a bang.
Bae Seong-Joon’s true energy didn’t show the slightest sign of halting its rise, reaching the extreme limit of fifteen-star. Under the influence of his true energy, his Neo Taekwondo uniform flapped hard like he was standing in the wind.
Sixteen-star! Bae Seong-Joon’s entire Neo Taekwondo uniform, like a balloon filled with air, swelled in the blink of an eye to the extent that it seemed it was about to burst
Pushed by the anger and hatred of having his apprentice, wife, and son killed, Bae Seong-Joon had broken through the star-class he had been stuck in for so many years and reached the sixteen-star level in one fell swoop!
Anger, hatred, murderous intention! Bae Seong-Joon’s eyes were red and tearless. Meanwhile, his true energy was still rising unceasingly. In the blink of an eye, his strength was not at the early-level of the sixteen-star level.
“It is indeed possible for people to achieve a breakthrough when their emotions have reached the extreme. But not even one in ten thousand would be lucky enough to achieve it.”
The words spoken by Asura in her lecture to Qin Fen and the others back in the day were unintentionally fulfilled in Bae Seong-Joon. This wasn’t some burning of cosmo but the martial dao foundation he had accumulated over these years under the influence of his mixed emotions was triggered by a kind of extraordinary instinct.
Bang bang bang…
The marble slabs were like a conductor; under the extreme rise and breakthrough in Bae Seong-Joon’s strength, the broke into pieces after cracking one after another.
The outbreak of his strength lasted for the entire ten minutes. At this time, Bae Seong-Joon had returned his previous calmness once again. But the headquarters lobby was in ruins, like a small localized war had just taken place here.
Bae Seong-Joon walked calmly out of the hall. His entire body was shrouded in even denser and more piercing killing intent than he had ever shown in the past. Even those Neo Taekwondo apprentices at a distance could feel their heart being taken away in the blink of an eye by just glancing at Bae Seong-Joon’s back.
Bae Seong-Joon walked into the hut where he usually meditated and sat down still on the futon with his legs crossed. He needed to digest and collect everything so that his body and spirit were at their best when fighting with Qin Fen.
Today’s breakthrough hadn’t made Bae Seong-Joon reach his best state at all. He needed to adapt to the changes from reaching the sixteen-star level. He needed to adjust his mentality. Qin Fen had killed Jang Cheon-Hyeok; he might not have hurt Bae Seong-Joon but he had given the biggest blow to Bae Seong-Joon’s spirit.
To some extent, this mental blow was far fiercer and more brutal than any physical blow. If not for Bae Seong-Joon’s persistence to revitalize the State of Korea’s traditional martial arts, he might have suffered metal blows one after another; his spirit might have already cracked. Even if he possessed the strength of the sixteen-star level, his kicks and punches could not display its full might.
Bae Seong-Joon needed to mend the cracks in his spirit, and also, he needed to adapt and understand the difference between fifteen-star and sixteen-star level.
Jang Cheon-Hyeok’s death drew the attention of many people in the world of martial arts in a short time. Some people, who were not interested in watching Bae Seong-Joon and Qin Fen’s duel initially became interested after Jang Cheon-Hyeok’s death.
Many people were interested in Qin Fen, who could kill a long-time martial dao master even though he was only in his teens.
“Qin Fen killed Jang Cheon-Hyeok!?”
A lush mountain of Zhongzhou had several simple huts built on it. Owing to the white mist lingering around the mountainside, it gave off the impression of being paradise in the world of humans.
Outside the hut, a reclining chair was placed under the towering tree. The right hand of Song Zhenting holding the information quivered a bit as his eyes bloomed with an unstoppable brilliance in the blink of an eye.
More than half a year ago, Song Zhenting took Song Jia to watch the life and death battle between Qin Fen and Young Hades. At that time, Qin Fen had just completed True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth and was only a ten-star martial artist.
“It’s already very hard to complete True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth at his age and yet, it has not been even a year and he had actually completed Great Inborn Nirvana Marrow Transformation.”
Song Zhenting shook his head, again and again. Apart from Azure Dragon from the rumors, he had never seen any martial artist improving his martial strength again and again like this in succession.
“Dad.”