Chapter 443 - Battle of Fame (Part Two) (1/2)
Bae Seong-Joon stood still at the center of vast Baengnokdam with a solemn look as if he was a God supporting the heaven itself.
Wind at the top of the mountain was strong and blew non-stop, causing the Neo Taekwondo attire Bae Seong-Joon was wearing to flap hard as if it was playing a tragic symphony that Neo Taekwondo had experienced in less than two years.
In just a few days he hadn’t see Bae Seong-Joon, Qin Fen discovered that Bae Seong-Joon’s lush black hair had now turned bright and silver, exuding heartrending cold gleam under the sunlight.
Qin Fen slowly raised his head and noticed that the sky over Hallasan wasn’t empty; there were a few dozen human-shaped figures of all sizes hovering in the air.
After entering the fifteen-star level, all martial artists would find a way to learn the Wukong Technique through various channels, which was an important mark of a martial daomaster.
Today’s duel between new and old generations of martial daomaster at Baengnokdam had made the spectators to conscientiously chose to fly in the air, giving both sides the largest space for the duel.
As Qin Fen looked up, his pupils contracted suddenly. He might not know every spectator floating in the air but he definitely knew that robust man with a majestic aura lingering around him.
Song Zhenting! Qilin – Song Wendong’s son, and also Qin Fen’s future father-in-law. Even if Song Wenting wasn’t related to Song Jia, Qin Fen would not forget that he had met this martial arts expert twice.
Almost every martial artist in the sky had one more person beside them. These people did not appear to be too old, in their late teens or early twenties. They didn’t have the strength to use Wukong Technique; they could only hover in the air with the help of martial daomasters beside them.
Usually, a martial artist could be struck with a lot of inspiration if only he had the luck to watch a duel between high-level martial artists. It was extremely difficult for a younger generation to watch the fight between martial daomasters, no money could give them that chance.
After all, everyone only had one life. The martial daomasters would not be so idle that they would fight each other just for the sake of fun.
Qin Fen could sense the mental state of all these young martial artists in the sky. Almost everyone was feeling the same. And it was not that they were feeling excited about this upcoming battle between martial daomaster, on the contrary, curiosity, and doubt were clearly written on their faces.
Even if they had heard that Neo Taekwondo’s martial daomaster Jang Cheon-Hyeok had lost his life in Qin Fen’s hands, young martial artists were still deeply skeptical about it. How can a youngster in late teens enter the realm of martial daomaster? How is this possible?
Each and every young martial artist, who was brought by the martial daomasters to watch the battle, could be regarded as a martial arts genius in any other era. For a moment, it was really hard to accept for them that while they were still trying hard to complete True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth, their peer, a young martial artist younger than themselves, had already completed Great Inborn Nirvana Marrow Transformation, and successfully entered the fifteen-star level.
Right then, the sounds of heavy-lift helicopters flying through the sky slowly came from the distance. All the martial artists present here except Bae Seong-Joon looked sideways in confusion.
Today, just Hallasan wasn’t a restricted area, even the sky above was controlled by the State of Korea’s police. Not to mention ordinary people, even if one was filthy rich, he or she was still unable to approach this place.
Today, Hallasan’s air and ground belonged to martial artists! Not to mention, powerful martial artists basically didn’t need helicopters. The martial artists began to wonder whether the person sitting in this helicopter was the current president of the Federation or not.
Very soon, the helicopter appeared in everyone’s line of sight. Immediately, Qin Fen’s eyes flashed with a pleasant surprise. He was quite familiar with the decal of the helicopter. It was the unique sign of Sacred Martial Hall, a large black ‘武1‘ was painted on the helicopter.
Sacred Martial Hall! Every martial artist, who came to watch the battle, looked amazed. There were many geniuses in the Sacred Martial Hall. Obviously, such a huge helicopter wasn’t carrying just one or two young martial artists to watch the battle.
As the plane approached, the faces of many martial artists hovering in the air changed suddenly; the look in their eyes as they looked at the Sacred Martial Hall’s aircraft changed, one after another. Almost everyone present here was a fifteen-star martial daomaster at the very least. How could they not sense the strength of people in the Sacred Martial Hall’s helicopter?
Looking through the glass of the cabin, shock on the faces of floating martial artists became more and more apparent. What stroke of good luck had the Sacred Martial Hall struck with this time? The huge helicopter wasn’t carrying just one young martial artist, nor was it two or three, rather it was a small group!
It was a group of young martial artists, who appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties. But the strength emanating from their bodies was clearly telling them that they were in the thirteen-star level at the very least!
What the Hell is going on? The hovering martial artists looked at each other. All of them were once young, each and every one of them was a genius of their time; they were deeply aware of how difficult it was to advance their martial dao.
Not to mention Qin Fen, who had entered the realm of martial daomaster, any of the young martial artist sitting in the helicopter could be considered as a peerless genius in any other era. This was enough to make other young martial artists of the same generation gloomy, cause the brightness on their faces to dim down.
Sometimes, not even one such young martial artist would appear in one generation! But today, this helicopter was carrying a group of such monsters.
In addition to being surprised, the floating martial daomasters were all envious, deeply envious of Sacred Martial Hall’s luck. Having the luck of getting so many genii martial artists in one breath, the Sacred Martial Hall would not just rise in its status in the future, but its overall strength would improve greatly if everything went smoothly.
Just these talented youngsters could make everyone filled with anticipation for the glory that the Sacred Martial Hall would enjoy in the future.
On the helicopter, Xue Tian and the others standing by the window raised their thumbs at Qin Fen on the ground, one after another. At this moment, both sides didn’t need to say anything. Their arrival here was the biggest support.
Bae Seong-Joon, standing at the center of Baengnokdam, stared deadly at Qin Fen; his eyes radiating a chill akin to that of a viper. Qin Fen withdrew his gaze from the sky and turned it on his opponent, once more.
Kyokushin Genichi withdrew carefully from the range of Baengnokdam, furrowing his brow in faint anger. He secretly cast a glance at a man wearing a snow-white karate attire floating in the air, Kyokushin Kouten, the founder of Neo Kyokushin Karate.
Kyokushin Genichi would never forget that as a Japanese, he was once proud and arrogant to learn neo karate but he did not expect that the martial daomaster, who he used to revere more than himself, would actually hide the martial arts rather than teaching them just for the sake of earning money.
A martial daomaster’s senses were extremely keen. Kyokushin Kouten’s pour could even sense the gazes landing on him. He slightly lowered his head and looked at the retreating Kyokushin Genichi at the far corner. He raised the corner of his lips in slight disdain. “Isn’t that self-righteous, talentless punk, who betrayed his own school…well?”
Kyokushin Kouten’s sneering lips turned stiff suddenly as his eyes flickered with curiosity and surprise as he gasped and drew a breath of cold air straight into his lung. “True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth!? Ten-star level!? How is this possible?”
How is this possible? The corner of Kyokushin Kouten’s eyebrows twitched, again and again. As a martial daomaster, he had a very keen pair of eyes. He would never make a mistake in reading Kyokushin Genichi’s natural endowments. He had already listed him as someone who did not have any future prospects in martial arts. So, how could this young man achieve True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth? How?
Kyokushin Kouten then turned his gaze at the disciples by his left side, the disciple on whom he had placed all his hopes on. Now, he was already twenty-years-old yet he was struck at the peak of nine-star level, unable to complete True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth.
“How is this possible? Impossible.” Kyokushin Kouten shifted his gaze from Kyokushin Genichi to Qin Fen, his hawk-like eyes flickered with speculation and doubt. “Does he have some special means? Judging by Genichi’s internal true energy, his true energy seems to be different from when I was teaching him when he was in the neo karate dojo. Is this because of Qin Fen? True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth…True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth! If there is a special reason for Genichi to advance, then…”
Kyokushin Kouten nodded, again and again, a deep pondering look in his eyes. The development of Neo Karate wasn’t any faster than Neo Taekwondo. It was true for almost all other self-founded schools and sects. It was extremely difficult to breakthrough after gaining a certain status.
True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth was a checkpoint for any martial artist. If there was some secret recipe to it, it was to follow a group of True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth martial artists standing. That kind of emotional stimulation would be more helpful. And because of this, the Sacred Martial Hall had more True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth martial artists than any other influence.
Kyokushin Kouten had been researching martial arts for many years and had always believed that a certain special trick to cross every martial dao checkpoint. Unfortunately, he had not made much progress in this regard.
For someone as young as Qin Fen to achieve Nirvana Marrow Transformation and even help his once talentless disciple to achieve True Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth, Kyokushin Kouten could not help but wonder whether Qin Fen had made outstanding progress in this area.
“Mister Song, can we start?”
Bae Seong-Joon spoke in an incomparably chilling voice without turning his head. From the beginning to the end, his gaze and aura were locked on Qin Fen.
A duel always needed a notary. Although there were many martial artists present, no one dared to take the initiative to be the notary this time.
Because there was someone from the Song Family present here, the son of Qilin – Song Wendong.
Even if Song Zhenting wasn’t a divine beast-level martial artist, no one dared to look down on him.
Not just because Song Zhenting was surnamed Song, but his terrifying strength alone was enough to make him qualified to be a real notary of this duel.
Song Zhenting waved his arm gently. “Begin.”
In a flash, the air around Baengnokdam changed suddenly. All the martial artists floating in the air held their breaths as they stared straight at the two people at the center of the field prudently.
Begin…While the word was still lingering in the air, Bae Seong-Joon’s pupils that were staring at Qin Fen with murderous intention sunk into calmness in the blink of an eye.
In a flash, Bae Seong-Joon entered the Yiru realm of Neo Taekwondo.
Yiru: To live was to live by all kinds of laws, to perish was to live by the same skeleton.’
Yiru: God told us to avoid the three boundaries of human beings, how could we avoid it when it was in the heart.
Yiru: To combine the body and the spirit.
Yiru was only one, regardless of point, line or face. Yiru was the combination of equal strength and balance in the body and the spirit to achieve the highest realm.
This was the true realm of Yiru, far from being as rough as Cai Renying who had just entered the realm of Yiru. Bae Seong-Joon’s eyes had nothing but Qin Fen.
This sky, this earth, everything in this world had nothing to do with him. He had merged his everything into one and locked on to Qin Fen.
The victory in Kyokushin Genichi’s heart suddenly vanished in the puff of smoke at the sight of this scene. His body and mind, which had never entered a state of relaxation, had indescribable tranquility and relaxation.
Yiru, a true Yiru realm could affect others. The moment Bae Seong-Joon entered the Yiru realm, he did not stop. His youthful and elastic skin suddenly turned red as a network of interweaving black lines visible to naked eyes bulged from his skin as if his body was covered by a fishing net woven from black threads.
His dark pupils were filled with bloodshot at once. At the same time, a red glow appeared on his ferocious face as his every muscle fiber swelled, one after another. The moment he unleashed the sixteen-star true energy, cracks began to appear within a range of five meters of him as if a powerful bomb had exploded under his feet. One after another, wide cracks began to appear on the ground; the widest of the rift could be stuffed with a baseball bat.
Sixteen-star! Fourth-level fusion with the biochemical beast! Mysterious fourth-level biochemical beast fusion! Bae Seong-Joon silver bright hair floated under the outburst of his true energy at once!