I Became the Successor of the Martial God Chapter 117

I Became the Successor of the Martial God

Chapter 117.

Kim Mok-jun also knows that Yoon Song-ha and Min Yi-jae have joined the Sword Saint family, effectively coming under Yoo Baek-jun’s command.

That’s why, before starting the operation, he paid close attention to their whereabouts.

‘I thought they were acting separately.’

Yoon Song-ha is staying at the Seoul branch of the Sword Saint family, and Min Yi-jae remained in Busan.

The ones making a move this time were only Yoo Baek-jun and Peng So-yeong. 

He’d confirmed this before departure.

But the fact that bastard is here means—

‘Did he already predict it?’

What orders Yoo Tae-rang would give, and how Kim Mok-jun would act.

It means Yoo Baek-jun already knew.

“Hey, big guy. The situation isn’t looking good.”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know what’s in this forest. I thought we were the ones setting a trap, but it looks like we’re the ones who got caught.”

Ban-yo grimaced.

When he first took the request, he was told it was just about killing one successor, but things got complicated.

And that complication turned out to be bigger than expected.

And not just any complications—Min Yi-jae, the Wraith. 

A Hunter and assassin with a notorious reputation even in the underworld.

‘I can’t even guarantee a win.’

Especially in a forest like this.

He wasn’t sure if he could win, nor how long this would drag on.

A stalemate continued between Min Yi-jae and the juggernaut. Neither could recklessly make a move.

“It’s quiet…….”

As if pleased by the silence, Min Yi-jae, who had kept his mouth shut until now, spoke up.

He pulled something from his pocket and threw it.

Thud!

It was the heads of the monsters summoned by Puppet.

No wonder it was eerily quiet—Min Yi-jae had already taken care of them.

“You asked why I’m here……?”

Min Yi-jae continued slowly.

“You’re targeting my boss……. My job is to eliminate you…….”

“Boss? Hah, well. How did an arrogant bastard like you end up under some brat?”

“Because of a debt…….”

“Debt?”

Min Yi-jae is famously tight-lipped. But today, for some reason, he was talkative.

That fact made Kim Mok-jun suspicious.

‘Since when did this quiet guy become so chatty?’

Strange.

It’s almost like he’s hiding something.

Sensing something off, Kim Mok-jun immediately expanded his perception. He had the ability to detect presences, and something caught his attention.

‘Someone’s running away.’

He felt a presence moving away. 

A monster? 

No. It felt more like a human.

Probably Yoo Baek-jun.

‘Yoo Baek-jun wouldn’t come to this forest for no reason. He must be after something.’

He knew they’d chase him, so he called Min Yi-jae to buy time.

Judging by that, it must be something important.

And the fact that Min Yi-jae is openly showing himself like this… is to draw attention.

‘Yoo Baek-jun, are you achieving your goal and running away?’

He couldn’t let that happen.

“Ban-yo! The target is getting away—what are you going to do?”

“Can you tell?”

“Yeah! I can sense him!”

Ban-yo’s eyes twitched.

The target should be dealt with first. But he couldn’t ignore Min Yi-jae.

There was only one option left.

“Kim Mok-jun! Take the underlings and go ahead! We’ll hold this guy off!”

“Damn it. I hired you to make things easier, but now it’s gotten even messier!”

Kim Mok-jun had expected that answer. 

Clicking his tongue, he slipped away.

“You think I’ll just let you go……?”

“You don’t have a choice! Puppet!”

At those words, Puppet immediately unleashed monsters, and Ban-yo charged at Min Yi-jae.

Seizing the opportunity, Kim Mok-jun moved.

“Follow me!”

* * *

Kim Mok-jun ran toward the outskirts of the forest. That’s where he sensed the presence.

He must be trying to escape.

“…It’s dark.”

Kim Mok-jun clicked his tongue as he scanned his surroundings.

“Kim Mok-jun.”

“……!”

Then, a familiar voice reached him.

Kim Mok-jun immediately distanced himself and turned around. Behind him stood Yoo Baek-jun.

“…Did you know we were after you?”

“Did you think I wouldn’t?”

Yoo Baek-jun replied expressionlessly.

“I provoked him enough—there’s no way that ‘brother’ of mine would leave me alone. Right?”

“How much do you know?”

“Everything.”

Yoo Baek-jun stepped forward from the dark shadows. His face was faintly visible.

“That Yoo Tae-rang killed his siblings, including Yoo Jong-min, to secure his position, and that he sent Shin Woo-hyun to kill me.”

His eyes gleamed ominously.

“And that you bastards acted as Yoo Tae-rang’s blades—I know all of it.”

“Damn it…….” 

Kim Mok-jun smirked bitterly. 

“I can’t let you live.”

He knows too much.

His left arm hung limp while his right hand gripped his sword. An unusual stance.

At the same time, his followers moved.

“Charging in all at once, huh?”

Yoo Baek-jun watched the enemies approach and gripped his spear. Was he going to throw it? 

The villains closed in, wary of his spear.

But he had no intention of throwing it.

‘Power of the Thunder God.’

He was just activating the item’s effect.

Rumble! 

Thunder crackled from somewhere. It came from Yoo Baek-jun’s body, now glowing with golden lightning.

“Watch out for the spear! He’s going to throw it!”

Yoo Baek-jun watched the villains still wary of his spear and raised his right foot.

Golden lightning gathered at his toes.

Boom!

Yoo Baek-jun stomped down with a Thunderstomp kick.

The ground shook violently, enough to mistake it for an earthquake. Then, the golden lightning exploded.

Crackle!

Precisely centered on where Yoo Baek-jun stomped, lightning scattered in all directions.

For a moment, his vision was dyed gold.

“Ugh……!”

Crackle! 

The villains caught in the lightning were paralyzed. Yoo Baek-jun didn’t miss the chance, charging forward and unleashing Heavenly Chain Strikes.

Countless afterimages burst from him, transforming into lightning that engulfed the enemies.

“Gahhh!”

Yoo Baek-jun spread his right hand wide.

The sword flew into his grip, and he spun his body forcefully.

A circular sword slash cut through the enemies.

Slam!

At that moment, Kim Mok-jun attacked.

Shriek! 

The silver thread shot from his wrist aimed for Yoo Baek-jun’s neck. He twisted to dodge, but his movement was slightly delayed.

Blood sprayed from his deeply cut shoulder.

“…….”

The bloodied silver thread now aimed for his wrist. Before it could strike, Yoo Baek-jun grabbed it with a hand reinforced with aura. 

Buzz! 

The thread trembled.

“Heh, our youngest master. You’ve certainly grown strong. I can’t help but wonder what happened in these two months.”

“I can tell you all about it if you want.”

Swish! 

As Kim Mok-jun spread his arms, silver threads sprayed wildly from him.

The threads instantly turned transparent, spreading everywhere like a dense spiderweb.

‘No room to move.’

Kim Mok-jun smirked and swung his sword.

An arrow-like sword energy shot forth, slipping perfectly between the threads toward Yoo Baek-jun.

That’s Kim Mok-jun’s fighting style.

‘Block movement with silver threads and attack relentlessly from range.’

Frankly, it’s far from a swordsman’s style. That’s why he couldn’t use it in sparring—he couldn’t fight at full strength.

Clang!

A tricky fighting style.

The threads make movement difficult. Add sword energy flying from range.

And if you focus on blocking the sword energy—

Screech!

“Ugh……!”

The threads surrounding him attack. And from blind spots that are hard to counter.

This is Kim Mok-jun’s style—trapping his opponent and slowly strangling them.

Like a spider.

And Yoo Baek-jun was prey caught in the web.

‘I won’t just let myself be eaten.’

Yoo Baek-jun drew in magic.

It gathered in his fist, quickly taking the form of a swirling aura.

He stepped forward and punched with all his might.

“No need to hold back, young master!”

Kim Mok-jun thought so. 

Hearing that, a smile touched Yoo Baek-jun’s lips.

And then—

“What the……!”

The aura in his fist erupted.

The moment it collided with the invisible threads, the released aura transformed into countless blades.

The blades shredded the threads apart.

Through the gap, Yoo Baek-jun charged.

Whoosh!

“Wha—!”

At an unbelievable speed.

Activating Heavenly Thunder.

Like a bolt of lightning crossing the sky, Yoo Baek-jun’s figure vanished.

In an instant, he appeared before Kim Mok-jun, his fist striking squarely at his chest.

“Gahk!”

Kim Mok-jun’s back bent involuntarily.

Yoo Baek-jun seizing the opportunity, grabbed his neck and drove a knee into his chin.

His head snapped back up.

A fist slammed into his jaw.

‘No feedback.’

The sensation in his hand was dull. It didn’t feel like hitting flesh and bone.

More like striking solid steel.

Yoo Baek-jun looked at where he’d hit. A coiled mass of silver threads was crumpled there.

“Haaap!”

As Kim Mok-jun moved his left hand, the crumpled threads unraveled and lunged at Yoo Baek-jun.

The threads spread like a giant net.

But there was a difference.

‘They cut on contact!’

This wasn’t meant to capture.

Whoosh! 

Yoo Baek-jun swallowed his breath and threw his Thunder spear. The spiraling spear clashed with the threads.

Screech!

The sound of metal scraping.

The spiraling spear entangled the threads and soared high into the sky.

Yoo Baek-jun glared at Kim Mok-jun.

‘I don’t plan to drag this out.’

Kim Mok-jun is a tricky opponent.

He needs to finish this in one go. Otherwise, he’ll fight dirty with those threads and other tools, making it a hassle.

End it now.

“You think I’ll let you come closer!”

Silver threads sprayed from Kim Mok-jun’s fingertips. The taut threads lunged at Yoo Baek-jun with bizarre, unpredictable movements.

He didn’t even try to dodge.

Slash!

‘Your body won’t move properly now.’

Kim Mok-jun sneered inwardly.

His threads were coated with a lethal poison.

A poison that takes effect on contact, paralyzing the target.

So—

“……!”

Yoo Baek-jun, poisoned, should collapse.

But he was unfazed. Instead, he grabbed the threads with an aura-reinforced hand.

And yanked.

“What?!”

Kim Mok-jun was pulled forward, unable to resist.

Yoo Baek-jun planted his left foot, twisted his body, and swung his right leg with full force.

Boom! Thunder roared.

“Guh……!”

Thunderwheel Strike.

A thunderous strike slammed into Kim Mok-jun. It was too fast to react.

The sound of bones cracking came from his right arm, which took the blow. Simultaneously, the lightning at Yoo Baek-jun’s toes briefly paralyzed the arm.

“Khhh!”

Dangerous.

Kim Mok-jun, who dropped his sword, thought so.

He needed to buy time. Desperately swinging his threads, he retreated.

‘A potion, I need to recover……!’

Kim Mok-jun spread his arms wide, and the threads wrapped around him like a cocoon.

Layered dozens of times, the threads could block any attack at least once.

He planned to recover during this time.

‘I won’t let you.’

The Thunder spear was tangled in the threads and couldn’t be retrieved. 

Then—

‘Time to use that new skill.’

Yoo Baek-jun, using Heavenly Thunder, closed the distance in an instant.

He clenched both fists tightly. A blue aura surged from his entire body.

Screech!

Pivoting sharply, he twisted his waist and thrust his right arm back with all his might.

His fist, tracing an arc, struck the cocoon encasing Kim Mok-jun. The freezing energy around his fist exploded, tearing the cocoon apart in one blow.

‘I can withstand this!’

He poured everything into defense.

The force was overwhelming, but he could survive with just the cocoon destroyed.

Kim Mok-jun thought so.

“Guh……!”

Until he noticed Yoo Baek-jun’s left hand.

Almost simultaneously with the right fist clad in Heavenly Destruction striking the cocoon, the left fist moved.

A fist wrapped in swirling aura.

‘Two fist techniques…….’

Twin Dragons’ Clash.

‘At the same time!’

Kim Mok-jun was stunned.

Heavenly Destruction completely stripped away the cocoon. And literally at the same time, a fist struck his abdomen. 

Splash!

The released aura transformed into hundreds of blades, covering his entire body.

Flesh was cut, torn, and split.

When the merciless flurry ended—

“Kuh, hack……!”

Kim Mok-jun could no longer stand.

Bleeding profusely, he collapsed at Yoo Baek-jun’s feet.