I Became a Successor of the Martial God
Chapter 93.
“Young Master, I’d rather go in your place!”
The venue for the duel was quickly arranged.
They decided to clear out the indoor training hall. Only the instructors were allowed to observe, excluding the disciples, yet the training hall was still packed with people.
“What’s there to see that so many have gathered?”
“Are you listening, Young Master? I’d rather take your place! There’s no need for you to step forward!”
“Calm down, Instructor Han Seong-ah.”
Yoo Baek-jun patted Han Seong-ah’s shoulder.
She seemed furious because of Kim Mok-jun’s rudeness. She had been like this for a while now.
But he wasn’t particularly bothered.
“It’s a good opportunity. There are indeed some within the family who doubt me.”
“The words of those fools—!”
“If they doubt me, I’ll prove them wrong.”
It was inevitable that doubts would arise. After all, it wasn’t just any successor who had accomplished this—it was Yoo Baek-jun.
Everyone knew he had changed, and they knew he had grown stronger compared to the past.
But being hailed as the hero who stopped the Seoul incident was excessive.
‘There’s some exaggeration. It’s only natural that such rumors exist.’
Well, he could just show them directly.
Even if that weren’t the case, this duel was necessary to keep Yoo Tae-rang in check.
He needed to instill as much caution as possible and make sure they wouldn’t dare move recklessly.
“Don’t you trust me?”
“Young Master… Sigh.”
Han Seong-ah let out a deep sigh.
She knew he wouldn’t back down.
‘This feels like déjà vu.’
This situation, this scene—it reminded him of the time he fought Yoo Kang-ho. Back then, he had won overwhelmingly, hadn’t he?
This time would be no different.
—Uwyaaang!
Seol-yeong, nestled in her arms, raised a front paw as if to cheer him on.
—Bekjoo human!
“Having this little one here makes it a bit different.”
“Huh?”
Yoo Baek-jun turned his back. Then, he took out a Extreme Demon Pill from his pocket and tossed it into his mouth.
—[Extreme Demon Pill] has been consumed.
—Physical abilities have greatly improved, and senses have sharpened. The aura of demons can be felt…….
He could feel his body activating.
It was a form of buffing—frankly speaking, cheating. And an especially vicious kind, since it was undetectable.
‘If you want to survive, you do whatever it takes. Right?’
Truthfully, he could defeat Kim Mok-jun even without taking the pill. However, given Kim Mok-jun’s fighting style, it would take too long and be too troublesome.
‘It’s fine if I’m pushed back a little at first. But when I win… it has to be overwhelming.’
That was why he needed the Extreme Demon Pill.
A tool that allowed him to exert power beyond his current abilities—perfect for making his strength appear even greater.
“I’ll be back soon.”
Yoo Baek-jun stepped into the training hall.
Kim Mok-jun stood on the opposite side. And in the spectator seats, Yoo Tae-rang’s figure was also visible.
His eyes were as cold as ever.
‘Hmm, his other subordinates are here too.’
Among the Sword Saint family’s instructors, those recognized for their exceptional talent followed Yoo Tae-rang.
Among them, eight stood out particularly—those he would later face as enemies.
‘Since there’s no room for negotiation, I’ll have to kill them.’
Six, excluding Kim Mok-jun and Ha Yeon-jeong.
As Yoo Baek-jun mentally listed his targets, he stepped into the training hall.
An instructor nearby approached and handed him a sword.
“Do you need a spear as well?”
“No, this is fine.”
As always, it was a real sword.
If he got hurt, it would be serious. Normally, an instructor injuring a family member would be unacceptable, but in a duel, it was permitted.
‘Kim Mok-jun is probably planning to severely injure me, huh.’
Kim Mok-jun was despicable.
No—well, his personality was vile, but more than that, it was his fighting style.
He would stop at nothing to win, resorting to all sorts of underhanded tactics if necessary.
‘In a real fight, that’s the right approach.’
But this time was an exception.
No matter what, this was a duel with the family’s successor. Fighting in his usual style would be a burden—both for him and Yoo Tae-rang.
‘At first, he’ll clash head-on. If that doesn’t work, he’ll revert to his usual style…’
But Yoo Baek-jun intended to end it before that happened. That was why he had taken the Extreme Demon Pill in the first place.
“It’s an honor, Young Master Yoo Baek-jun.”
Kim Mok-jun on the opposite side grinned. As always, he was a man with a face that just begged to be punched.
He held a sword in his hand.
‘Honestly, with my current swordsmanship, I’m not confident I can beat Kim Mok-jun.’
Yoo Baek-jun gripped his sword.
Unlike his older brother, Yoo Kang-ho—a madman—Kim Mok-jun, despite his appearance, had diligently trained under the Sword Saint family.
He had talent and worked hard.
If he hadn’t, Yoo Tae-rang wouldn’t have taken him under his wing.
‘Well, let’s see.’
Yoo Baek-jun took his stance.
Kim Mok-jun did the same.
“Heh, Young Master Yoo Baek-jun. I’ll learn a thing or two from you.”
“I’ll be the one learning.”
“How humble of you.”
The two waited for the signal.
The instructor in the center raised a hand, and when it swung down—
The duel began.
“…….”
“…….”
But neither Yoo Baek-jun nor Kim Mok-jun made the first move.
They simply stared at each other.
‘I don’t need to rush. Kim Mok-jun will definitely attack first.’
Yoo Baek-jun remained still because he knew Kim Mok-jun’s tendencies.
‘Let’s test his skills first.’
As expected.
Kim Mok-jun was the first to move.
Swoosh!
Sword aura flickered around Kim Mok-jun’s blade.
As he swung, arrow-like sword auras shot toward Yoo Baek-jun.
The barrage of sword auras continued. Yoo Baek-jun immediately raised a sword barrier.
Kaaang!
The moment the barrier went up, Kim Mok-jun kicked off the ground and charged—as if he had been waiting for it.
The distance closed in an instant. Kim Mok-jun unleashed a skill from the Heavenly Destruction Sword Technique.
Chwaaak!
First, Moon Cleaver—a crescent-shaped sword aura aimed straight for Yoo Baek-jun’s neck.
“Oops, my hand slipped!”
‘My neck? This bastard—!’
The sword barrier shattered under the sword aura, and the next moment, Moon Cleaver slammed into Yoo Baek-jun’s sword.
Yoo Baek-jun channeled his energy and deflected the incoming slash, altering its trajectory.
The deflected Moon cleaver shot up into the sky.
“My apologies!”
Kim Mok-jun swiftly retrieved his sword and struck again. His swordplay was astonishingly fast.
What followed was a relentless barrage of strikes that left no room to breathe.
Kaang! Kang!
Stabbing, Slashing, Cleaving.
Each movement flowed seamlessly into the next. Yoo Baek-jun’s sword was barely able to block, and with each clash, he was forced back a step.
Meanwhile, Kim Mok-jun advanced step by step.
‘As expected, his swordsmanship is above mine.’
Yoo Baek-jun’s proficiency in the Heavenly Destruction Sword Technique was only 3 stars—barely B-rank.
Kim Mok-jun was easily A-rank, so the difference in skill was natural.
‘Then, it’s about time…’
Kim Mok-jun swung his sword upward in a wide arc.
At that moment, Yoo Baek-jun’s figure dropped low—his body bending deeply to evade.
The sword aura grazed over his back.
Seeing this, Kim Mok-jun smirked—
Kwaaaaang!
—and slammed his sword into the ground.
A deafening explosion erupted from the impact, as if a bomb had gone off. Debris flew, and dust clouds billowed.
Kim Mok-jun let his sword hang low before lunging forward with an upward slash.
“Tch.”
But his blade met no resistance.
Of course—Yoo Baek-jun had already retreated using the Phantom Ghost Steps.
However, the evasion was slightly delayed, leaving minor wounds scattered across his body.
“Your movements are quick.”
“Yours too.”
“Shall we get serious now?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Yoo Baek-jun tossed his sword aside. Then, with a crack, he clenched both fists.
“I was getting tired of using a sword anyway.”
“……!”
Kim Mok-jun’s eyes sharpened.
His instincts screamed at him—the aura of his opponent, Yoo Baek-jun, had changed.
Huuup!
Yoo Baek-jun took a deep breath.
Blood Flow Acceleration and the Extreme Demon Pill—the combination of the two granted him overwhelming power.
Now, suppressing it was nearly impossible.
Taat!
Yoo Baek-jun stomped the ground.
His figure vanished, reappearing right in front of Kim Mok-jun’s nose in an instant. The speed left Kim Mok-jun stunned.
‘Fast!’
Kim Mok-jun hastily spread his hand.
Silver threads shot from his fingertips, attempting to block Yoo Baek-jun’s advance. But Yoo Baek-jun’s right hand, wrapped in aura, snatched them midair.
“You’re insane!”
Each thread was sharper than a blade. Yet he grabbed them without hesitation.
And then—
“Guh—?!”
Yoo Baek-jun yanked the threads hard, pulling Kim Mok-jun toward him—and drove a fist straight into his face.
Kuh-uck!
Kim Mok-jun was horrified.
‘What kind of strength is this?!’
He wasn’t an ordinary person—he was a Hunter. A being whose bare flesh was tougher than steel.
Yet that meant nothing against that fist.
‘Impressive. But—!’
Kim Mok-jun steadied himself midair and swung his sword at the approaching Yoo Baek-jun.
From his fingertips, Nine Dragon Fang unfolded.
Yoo Baek-jun’s eyes flashed—
Kaang! Kang!
“Hup!”
—as he began deflecting the incoming blades.
Reading their trajectories, he either struck them aside with energy-wrapped fists or dodged when he couldn’t.
An impossibly efficient defense.
‘This is madness…!’
Yoo Baek-jun’s eyes gleamed.
‘I can see it.’
He could see Kim Mok-jun’s sword path.
Countless battles had honed his instincts, but more than that—the Extreme Demon Pill’s enhancement and the combat senses within the Blood of the Battle Demon made it possible.
Swoosh!
He could read the sword’s path.
Yoo Baek-jun didn’t move much. Just slight shifts in posture. But because he saw the path, even those small movements were perfectly effective.
The sword slashed through empty air.
‘He dodged? Not bad.’
But it didn’t matter.
Kim Mok-jun immediately adjusted his sword’s trajectory, aiming for Yoo Baek-jun’s side.
Another flurry of blades.
However—
Craaack!
Yoo Baek-jun was faster.
A flash of light—at least, that was how it felt to Kim Mok-jun.
Yoo Baek-jun’s left hand moved like lightning, smashing into Kim Mok-jun’s sword-wielding wrist.
“Guh—?!”
Kim Mok-jun’s face twisted.
The sound of bones breaking. Excruciating pain shot through his wrist instantly.
The pain disrupted his sword path.
Yoo Baek-jun stepped forward, closing the distance as Kim Mok-jun scrambled back.
Paaang!
“Keuh—!”
A direct hit to the chest.
Kim Mok-jun’s body was sent flying. Before he could recover, Yoo Baek-jun was already upon him.
And then—
Heavenly Chain Strikes.
“Gaaah—!”
Enhanced by the Blood of the Battle Demon, the strikes were like lightning. A relentless barrage pummeled Kim Mok-jun as he belatedly tried to defend.
Kim Mok-jun hastily activated his ability.
Shwaaash!
Silver threads burst from his entire body, wrapping around him like a cocoon.
‘Silver Thread Control.’
Kim Mok-jun’s unique ability.
The power to manipulate spider-like silver threads—a highly versatile skill.
And one he wielded masterfully.
But—
‘Too late.’
If he was going to use it, he should’ve done so earlier.
Yoo Baek-jun drew a sword from subspace. The skill Elemental Manifestation ignited flames along the blade.
Moon Cleaver.
The sword cleaved through the cocoon.
Whooosh!
Kim Mok-jun’s figure was revealed.
In that brief moment, he had steadied himself and prepared to counter.
Yoo Baek-jun tore through the burning cocoon and swung his sword. Kim Mok-jun frantically raised his own blade to block.
“Huh?”
But the moment the swords were about to clash—
Yoo Baek-jun dropped his sword and instead clenched his fist, pouring power into it.
Fist met sword.
Raaack!
Sword aura and reinforced energy collided. Their magic clashed fiercely.
Kwaajik!
Kim Mok-jun was the one pushed back.
His sword aura distorted as Yoo Baek-jun’s energy slowly tore through it.
Then—
Paaang!
The fist struck the sword—and Kim Mok-jun’s blade shattered with a deafening crack.
“Y-You’re insane…!”
The sword couldn’t withstand the fist.
Shards scattered, and through them, Yoo Baek-jun closed in. His left hand rose high.
“Hup.”
A sword wrapped in sword aura had been shattered by a fist clad in energy.
The meaning was clear.
Yoo Baek-jun’s magic—and his mastery over it—surpassed Kim Mok-jun’s.
And—
Thud!
It meant Kim Mok-jun’s defeat.
The fist slammed into his face. Kim Mok-jun’s body flew like a broken puppet.
“…….”
“…….”
Silence filled the training hall.
A silence heavy with shock.
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