I Became the Successor of the Martial God Chapter 115

I Became the Successor of the Martial God

Chapter 115.  

A glimmer of reason returned to the eyes of the madman who had given up everything and lost his grip on sanity.  

And so did desperation.  

Yoo Baek-jun raised two fingers.  

“There are exactly two things I want.”  

He pointed at Peng So-young standing behind him. She was still eyeing Ma Un-yeop warily.  

“She’s suffering from the same condition as you—Magic blocked diantans. Since you’ve found a way to treat it, healing her shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“Of course, I promise. I’ve felt the agony of blocked diantans myself. Even without your request… I’d be happy to help.”

“Good. And one more thing.”  

Yoo Baek-jun lowered his last finger.  

“Give me the secret manual.”  

“Secret manual!”  

Ma Un-yeop swallowed hard.

A faint glimmer of wariness flickered in his eyes as he looked at Yoo Baek-jun.  

“…What secret manual are you talking about?”  

“Come now, let’s not play dumb. The secret book left behind by your master—you know the one.”  

“That….”  

Ma Un-yeop was utterly dumbfounded.  

“…How did you know?”  

How did he know? Well, buddy,  

You’re the one who told me.  

‘Not that I can say that.’  

After all, it was something that happened in the game.  

Ma Un-yeop had taken a recluse as his master and learned an incredibly unique martial art. 

Eventually, his master passed away from old age.  

Before dying, he left Ma Un-yeop a secret book containing all his teachings and insights.  

“Th-that… Ugh!”  

Ma Un-yeop bit his lip.  

He had no choice. To escape this place and to seek revenge, he had to give whatever was demanded—even the secret manual.  

But,  

‘It’s the last thing my master left behind.’  

The very man who took him in when he was an orphan and helped him become someone of worth—

That master had left behind this book as his final gift. A keepsake. How could he possibly hand it over?

“I’m sorry, but this is the one thing I can’t… What if I copy the contents of the manual elsewhere and give you that instead?”  

It wasn’t that he was reluctant to share the knowledge. It was simply that the manual itself was like a memento, something he couldn’t bear to part with.  

‘I figured as much.’  

Yoo Baek-jun understood well.  

He knew it was an unreasonable demand to begin with.  

Of course, if he pushed hard enough, Ma Un-yeop might relent, but he had no intention of forcing the issue.  

He didn’t need the entire book anyway.  

“Then let’s do this.”  

“Wh-what?”  

“Just give me the part related to hand-to-hand combat.”

“Hand-to-hand combat…”

Ma Un-yeop was inwardly shocked.  

There was indeed a section on hand -to- hand combat in the manual—specifically, a single technique involving Footwork.  

But how did this man know about it? He had never even seen the manual.  

“How do you know about that?”  

“Well, I must have my ways. So, what’ll it be? Will you give it to me?”  

There was no need to hesitate. Ma Un-yeop nodded without a second thought.  

“…Very well.”  

“Good. Then these are yours from now on.”  

Yoo Baek-jun handed over a pile of elixirs to Ma Un-yeop, keeping only what Peng So-young would need.  

Ma Un-yeop was stunned.  

“To think you had this many elixirs…”  

“Is this enough?”  

“More than enough.”  

Ma Un-yeop placed the elixirs in front of him, then suddenly bowed deeply to Yoo Baek-jun.  

It was almost a prostration.  

“I owe you a debt I can never repay. If I make it out of here… I’ll find a way to repay you, no matter what it takes.”  

“Understood. For now, focus on recovering.”  

At least he was grateful—that was a relief.  

Ma Un-yeop knelt down, examined the elixirs, and began consuming them one by one.  

“Is that really okay?”  

“Normally, no.”  

While elixirs are beneficial to the body, excessive consumption can turn them into poison.  

But the technique Ma Un-yeop was about to perform required that exact amount.  

“Is there anything we can do to help?”  

“No. This is something I must do alone.”  

Ma Un-yeop crossed his legs in meditation.  

Having consumed so many elixirs at once, his body was gradually entering an abnormal state.  

He closed his eyes and focused.  

‘First, I’ll need to clear my blocked diantans.’  

Those who betrayed him had severed his crucial meridians and blocked his diantans.  

Using his mind technique, Ma Un-yeop guided the energy of the elixirs to break through the blockages.

“Hmm.”  

Yoo Baek-jun observed the process.  

It would likely take several hours. Though he was concerned about the villains outside the gate, Min Yi-jae would buy enough time.  

“Is there nothing we can do to help?”  

“No, just watch. You’ll need to clear your magical blockage the same way he’s doing.”  

“Okay…”  

“By the way, where did Seol-yeong go?”  

Seol-yeong was nowhere to be seen.  

Looking around, he spotted a small figure wriggling in the distance.  

It was Seol-yeong.  

—Oooh… Ooowah!  

It was fishing.  

There was a small pond in the cave where fish had gathered.  

“Did he survive by eating those?”  

“Must have. Oh, it caught one.”  

—Snap! Munch, munch…  

Seol-yeong’s eyes sparkled as she caught a fish. 

Perhaps its predatory instincts had awakened.  

It grinned and devoured the fish.  

Peng So-young watched fondly.  

“Huuuuh!”  

A while later,  

Ma Un-yeop exhaled deeply.  

His breath carried thick magical power, and a faint light began emanating from his body.  

“That man is glowing!”  

“You’ll be like that soon too.”  

“M-me?”  

Yoo Baek-jun and Peng So-young watched Ma Un-yeop from a distance.  

As the light from his body intensified, a dark, viscous liquid began oozing from his skin.  

Sticky and pitch-black, like tar.  

“Ugh, the smell…!”  

Peng So-young covered her nose.  

It was the waste accumulated in Ma Un-yeop’s body.  

To be honest, Yoo Baek-jun didn’t fully understand the mechanics of this technique either.  

In the game, it was just a given—a technique that, when used with elixirs, could clear blocked diantans.  

‘What’s the principle behind it?’  

Is it similar to ‘bone reforging‘?  

Given how waste is expelled, it does seem similar. Otherwise, how else could blocked diantans be cleared?  

Crack!  

A transformation overtook Ma Un-yeop. His flesh melted, and his bones began to break.  

A horrifying sight.  

But it didn’t last long—an unknown force healed him.  

His melted flesh regenerated, and his broken bones mended. The process repeated endlessly.  

After what felt like an eternity—  

Fwoosh!  

“Haa…!”  

A brilliant light erupted from Ma Un-yeop’s body.  

He opened his eyes, which had been shut tight.  

His gaze was sharp and full of vigor. All his wounds had vanished, and his body looked sturdier than ever.  

He examined himself.  

“I never thought this day would come.”  

His voice was thick with emotion.  

Then, he turned to Yoo Baek-jun and suddenly bowed with a martial salute.  

“Thank you, Great Hero.”  

“Good. Now, as promised.”  

Ma Un-yeop nodded, unfolded the secret manual his master had given him, and without hesitation tore out a few pages to hand over.  

“And young lady, come here.”  

“Huh? Oh, yes.”  

Peng So-young seemed awkward at Ma Un-yeop’s sudden formality.  

She cautiously approached him.  

“I’ll teach you the mind technique now. We don’t have much time, so you won’t master it fully… but that’s fine. I’ll assist you.”  

“Okay.”  

Ma Un-yeop gave Peng So-young a crash course on the technique.  

“Consume all the elixirs and activate the technique.”  

“Yes.”  

Peng So-young swallowed all the elixirs and awkwardly crossed her legs.  

Ma Un-yeop placed a hand on her back and closed his eyes.  

“Your diantans are underdeveloped. Some are severed, and many are blocked. Has it been like this since childhood?”  

“Yes, since I was little.”  

“It’s a miracle you’ve survived this long. You were fated to die young—someone must have taken extraordinary care of you. Right?”  

“…That’s true.”  

The treasured jewel of the Peng family.  

Having been fed every elixir said to be good for her since childhood, she managed to survive despite her  Magical blockage.  

“Focus and activate the technique.”  

“Yes.”  

Peng So-young began the technique.  

Clumsily, due to the rushed teaching, but it didn’t matter.  

Ma Un-yeop was there to guide her.  

“Ugh!”  

“Ack!”  

Using his internal energy, Ma Un-yeop assisted her in executing the technique.  

Soon, the same phenomena he had experienced began happening to her.  

Her body melted and regenerated, her bones broke and healed—over and over.  

“Aaaaah…!”  

The pain was unbearable.  

Peng So-young screamed.  

‘The reason her body melts… Well, some elixirs contain toxic components.’  

The harmful substances, along with the yang energy, forced open the blocked diantans.  

Naturally, enduring the process is excruciating. The risk of death is high.  

That’s where the mind technique comes in—  

To heal and protect the body.  

“Hmm.”  

She’ll manage on her own now.  

Yoo Baek-jun examined the torn pages of the manual. They detailed hand-to-hand combat techniques—specifically, those involving footwork.  

‘Two skills to learn.’  

One was ‘Thunderstomp Kick(雷震脚)‘, the other was ‘Thunderwheel Strike(雷輪擊)‘.  

Both were A-rank skills—high-tier ones at that. Learning just one would normally cost well over 1,000 points.  

‘How many points did I just save?’  

A smile tugged at Yoo Baek-jun’s lips.  

He focused on the manual, and soon, a message appeared before him.  

[You have used the Nameless One’s Secret Manual. One was ‘Thunderstomp Kick‘, the other was ‘Thunderwheel Strike‘.  

*Thunderwheel Strike (A, 1★): A leg wreathed in thunder delivers a lightning-fast strike.  

*Thunderstomp Kick(A, 1★): Rolling the leg scatters thunder in all directions, adding lightning element and additional effects to the next skill used.  

These skills synergized perfectly with ‘Thunder Spear Gungnir‘—exactly why Yoo Baek-jun had sought them.  

While wielding a spear limits fist techniques, Footwork techniques remain unaffected.  

“Kyaaaaah!”  

“Ugh, my ears.”  

Just as he finished learning the skills, Peng So-young’s agonized scream rang out. She writhed in unbearable pain, and even Ma Un-yeop assisting her was drenched in sweat.  

An eternity passed for Peng So-young before—  

“Huuuuh!”  

She opened her eyes.  

Unlike Ma Un-yeop, no radiant light burst forth. But both she and Yoo Baek-jun knew.  

“My body… feels light.”  

Her Magical blockage had been cured.  

Her eyes widened in amazement. For the first time in her life, she felt vitality coursing through her.  

And an overwhelming strength.  

“This is…”  

“What normal people feel.”  

A sensation Peng So-young had never known.  

Her perpetually heavy body now felt light, and an unfamiliar energy—magic—flowed within her.  

“……!”  

Overcome with emotion, she burst into tears. Trembling, she thanked Ma Un-yeop before turning to Yoo Baek-jun.  

“Th-thank you, Baek-jun. How can I… ever repay this debt…?”  

“We’ll think about that later.”  

Yoo Baek-jun nodded, then subtly took a step back.  

“For now, both of you should wash up. My nose is about to rot.”  

He pinched his nose, unable to bear the stench any longer.