The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 57

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

The Commander of the Secret Shadow Unit flinched and snapped his head around in alarm.

There hadn't been a trace of presence, and yet now a man stood right beside him, arm casually draped over his shoulder, cleaning one ear with his pinky.

The commander instantly knew.

This was someone far beyond his reach—a master on a level so distant, so overwhelming, that it couldn’t even be considered a fight.

"Hey, hey. Don't move. If you do and get hit... it’s really gonna hurt."

Elsewhere, among the other Secret Shadow operatives, someone had also appeared without warning, loitering with a relaxed, almost arrogant air.

Only three people had revealed themselves, yet the sheer force radiating off them was like an army of ten thousand.

It felt like being a mouse before a massive predator.

“Did you say you were with the Secret Shadow Unit?”

Should he answer?

He hesitated.

"Urgh!"

A scream broke the silence.

One operative’s sword-wielding arm had been seized by the man, and searing pain instantly followed.

“When someone asks you a question, you’re supposed to answer. Right?”

“I-I can’t say anything!”

“What do you mean you can’t say anything? I just heard you say you were with the Secret Shadow Unit.”

He wanted to yell, If you already knew, why ask?

But the pain was too intense to even form the thought clearly.

The commander immediately dropped his sword, grabbed it with his other hand, and swung it at the man holding him.

Whoosh—

It was a precise strike, aimed squarely at an opening.

I got him!

He was sure of it—he saw the blade slicing through the man.

But there was no resistance.

No sensation on the blade at all.

And just like that, the figure before him vanished like a mirage.

“Body-Shifting and Position-Switching Technique?”

He was stunned, starting to scan the area in panic—

When a voice sounded from below.

He looked down.

The man was crouched at his feet, looking up with a grin.

“Whoa, you’re fast on your feet. Not bad.”

“You bastard!”

The commander slashed down again.

Whoosh—

Clang, crack!

The stone tiles beneath were split apart—but the man was gone again.

“With skills like that, you thought you were hot shit?”

The voice came again—he instinctively slashed toward it.

Thud.

“You’ve attacked three times while I was still talking. That’s just plain rude, isn’t it?”

The man had caught the full-force swing between two fingers.

He tried to yank the sword free, but it didn’t budge.

The commander screamed.

“Everyone—full retreat! Now!”

But nothing happened.

No one moved.

He turned his head and froze.

All of the Secret Shadow operatives had already been neutralized—pinned down and writhing on the floor.

“What... When?”

He hadn't even felt them getting taken down.

Throb.

Pain stabbed into the back of his neck.

His strength left him all at once.

Thump.

He collapsed, legs folding beneath him, and sat there in a daze, staring up at the man who still held his sword.

The man was smiling down at him.

But it was terrifying.

His mouth smiled, but his eyes were brimming with killing intent.

“They said to leave you alive, so I’m holding back.”

Was there even someone in Baekyeong Academy who could handle monsters like this?

He had no idea.

Just who...?

He didn’t have to wonder for long.

“Well, this wasn’t part of the script.”

A clear, refined male voice rang out.

“Master, per your command, they’ve all been subdued.”

“Good work.”

“Come on, this wasn't even work. They were small fry.”

“Could you gather them in one place, please?”

“Understood.”

As he was dragged along, the commander caught a glimpse of the man giving the orders.

A handsome face.

Someone he'd never seen before.

Who was he?

Even at the edge of death, that curiosity lingered.

Humans really were creatures of curiosity.

“Woojin.”

It was Seon Woo Baek, the one who had defeated Jang Manseong, calling out the name.

Woojin.

Another name he hadn’t heard before.

“You did great. I’m proud of you.”

Yeon Woo Jin’s praise made Seon Woo Baek scratch the back of his head in embarrassment.

“It’s... all thanks to you.”

Yeon Woo Jin chuckled quietly at Seon Woo Baek’s modesty, patted him on the shoulder, then turned his gaze to Jang Man-un.

“I was trying to stay out of it and just observe quietly. But you just had to drag me into it, didn’t you?”

Yeon Woo Jin frowned slightly, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Jang Man-un’s pupils trembled as he looked at the man who had suddenly appeared.

Who was this person?

Why did Seon Woo Baek act that way around him?

And who were these monstrous warriors that followed him?

They’d taken down the entire Secret Shadow Unit—just three of them.

No, he didn’t even see how they did it.

They were simply too fast.

The students who had gathered at Baekyaksa now began forming up neatly behind Yeon Woo Jin.

Like martial artists standing before their lord.

And the way they looked at him—

They weren’t peers.

They were followers, sworn subjects.

Just who is he...?

“All gathered. What would you like us to do?”

“Haah... I really just want to live a quiet life. But stuff keeps happening that forces me to reveal myself. Erasing memories is such a hassle too.”

“Since it’s come to this, why not just make your identity public and get it over with?” Marang suggested.

Yeon Woo Jin shook his head.

“Thinking about it, that sounds even more exhausting.”

“Then are you going to erase all their memories?”

Yeon Woo Jin looked between the Secret Shadow Unit and Jang Man-un.

“No point. Even if we erase their memories, the ones above will just send more of them. And they’ll go after my people again.”

“Should I go erase Baekcheon Gate, then?”

It was the 32nd-ranked sect under the Martial God Sect, yet he spoke of erasing it like it was nothing.

Yeon Woo Jin looked at Jang Man-un and replied,

“I don’t like Baekcheon Gate, but I do like him. Let’s just make an exception and reveal my identity to this sect only.”

“As you wish.”

Marang thought to himself:

Only this sect?

At this rate, all sects under the Martial God Sect would eventually come under Yeon Woo Jin’s banner.

That day didn’t feel far off—and the thought filled him with joy.

And he wasn’t the only one thinking it.

Beside him, Jeok Seong and Cheon Hoseong wore identical grins.

Unaware of their thoughts, Yeon Woo Jin stepped toward Jang Man-un.

“Hey there. I’m Yeon Woo Jin.”

“Yeon...?”

Jang Man-un blinked.

Was there a Yeon family within the Martial God Sect?

If he had warriors like this under his command, his family must be powerful.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t recall such a name.

“Which sect are you from, if I may ask?”

At the question, Seon Woo Baek flinched and answered urgently.

“Woojin doesn’t belong to a sect. The Martial God Sect itself belongs to the Yeon family.”

“The Martial God Sect... belongs to the Yeon family? That kind of family... Wait—!”

Jang Man-un gasped.

He remembered now.

The name of the Martial God Sect’s leader:

Yeon Cheon-baek.

Yeon Woo Jin.

It all made sense.

Why those monstrous warriors stood by his side.

Why the students were so tense.

Why Seon Woo Baek acted like a subordinate.

“Should I go erase Baekcheon Gate?”

That line echoed in his head.

These people could erase it.

Rank 32 or Rank 1—it didn’t matter.

If you crossed the Martial God Sect’s master, your sect would be annihilated.

Jang Man-un dropped to his knees before Yeon Woo Jin and bowed low, begging for his life.

"I—I didn’t recognize your noble presence and committed an unforgivable offense! All of this trouble started because of me! So please punish me, but spare my clan!"

His voice trembled with desperation.

The members of the Secret Shadow Unit, too, were in shock after learning Yeon Woo Jin’s true identity.

They couldn’t move, but they pleaded just as fervently.

"Kill us instead! Please, take our lives to ease your wrath! It was our fault! We were wrong!"

Yeon Woo Jin raised a hand.

At that signal, Marang infused his voice with inner power and shouted.

"Silence!"

In an instant, the entire space fell quiet.

This content is taken from freёnovelkiss.com.

"You’re making me sound like some kind of tyrant here."

“S-Sorry...”

Yeon Woo Jin turned to Jang Man-un and said,

"I'm going to visit your home today."

“...What?”

Jang Man-un trembled.

So this was it. There would be no avoiding annihilation.

"I just want to have a talk."

“...Are you serious?”

"Would I joke about this? What, did you think I came to kill everyone?"

“N-No! I’ll escort you myself!”

Jang Man-un dropped into another deep bow.

“We’ll need to meet discreetly. I can’t have anyone else from Baekcheon Gate seeing me. You can manage that, right?”

“Y-Yes. I’ll go immediately and call only my father and older brother.”

“Good. Then go ahead and prepare.”

“Yes!”

The moment Yeon Woo Jin gave his permission, Jang Man-un took off running, heading straight for home.

"What should we do with them?"

"We can’t just leave them lying around. Let’s take them with us."

"Should we release them?"

"You think they’ll run?"

"They’d have to be suicidal to try."

At Marang’s remark, the Secret Shadow Unit collectively shivered.

“Go ahead and release them.”

“Yes, sir!”

Once freed, the commander and his men didn’t move.

"Get up."

Only at Marang’s command did they begin to stir.

They understood.

If they made even the slightest misstep, Baekcheon Gate would be wiped off the map.

They had to appease Yeon Woo Jin’s group with everything they had.

Yeon Woo Jin looked at the students and spoke gently.

"You did well today. Go home and rest up."

"Yes, sir!"

The children answered in booming unison and began to scatter.

Only Seon Woo Baek and Jang Un remained at his side.

"What is it? You two got something to say?"

"Well... if possible... could you spare him?"

"Jang Man-un... He actually seemed like a good guy. I mean it."

Yeon Woo Jin gave a small, amused smile at their words.

"That’s why I’m going. Don’t worry about it. Go home, get some rest. You’ll see me again tomorrow."

“Okay! Got it. See you tomorrow!”

Grinning brightly, Seon Woo Baek and Jang Un turned and left.

As Yeon Woo Jin watched them descend the path, he turned to the others and said,

"Let’s go too."

"You heard the young master. Move."

****

"Father!"

Jang Man-un burst into the main hall in a tattered state, causing Jang Cheon-gong, the Gate Master of Baekcheon Gate, to leap to his feet in alarm.

"W-What on earth happened to you?! Are you hurt?!"

But Man-un didn’t answer.

He simply stared at his father with blazing eyes.

"Father... did you really order the Secret Shadow Unit to cripple those kids if I lost?"

At that, Jang Cheon-gong clicked his tongue.

"Tsk, tsk. So you lost?"

"Yes, I lost. Fair and square. I admitted defeat, but then the Secret Shadow Unit appeared!"

"Hmph. I suppose they misunderstood my instructions."

Those words gave Jang Man-un a glimmer of hope.

Maybe his father hadn’t given that kind of order after all.

But the hope was short-lived—shattered instantly.

"I told them to handle it quietly. Why they had to do it right in front ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) of you, I’ll never know."

Jang Cheon-gong looked down at his son.

"You carry the bloodline of Baekcheon Gate. Losing to someone is unacceptable. Were you worried about how it would affect your reputation? If so, I’ll handle—"

"Did my brother know?"

"Of course. We decided on it together."

“Where is he now?”

"Why? You going to scold him too?"

"I want to... but now’s not the time."

"Not the time? What are you talking about?"

"Just call him. This is urgent!"

"What could be so important?"

"The Secret Shadow Unit... they picked a fight with someone they shouldn’t have!"

"What? What do you mean?"

"I’ll explain when my brother gets here. Please call him quickly!"

"Alright, alright."

"Everyone’s here. Now talk. Just who did the Secret Shadow Unit provoke that warrants all this fuss?"

"You better not be exaggerating. I was just starting to enjoy myself."

"And you! Your little brother comes home beaten to a pulp, and you can’t even offer comfort?"

"Come on, I didn’t mean it like that. I was planning to cheer him up after hearing what happened."

Jang Cheon-gong turned his gaze away from his firstborn, Jang Man-ho, and looked at Man-un—who kept anxiously glancing at the door.

"Why do you keep looking at the door?"

"Th-The person said he would come here directly."

"...That person?"

"Come on, little brother. Make some sense. Who are you talking about?"

"You’ll understand once he arrives. He’ll explain everything."

“Hmph... What in the world did he see to leave him looking so dazed?”

And then—

A voice echoed from outside.

"This the place?"

The moment it was heard, Jang Man-un jumped up, threw open the door, and bowed low at the waist.

"You’ve arrived!"

His behavior left Jang Cheon-gong and Jang Man-ho staring, utterly baffled.

The man who stepped through the door was tall, striking, and so handsome that any woman passing by would turn her head for a second glance.