Chapter 255
Chapter 255
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 255
Chapter Title: Berserker (3)
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A flash of light erupted.
KABOOM!
The ground split open.
The framework of the training ground that Demir had painstakingly set up crumbled.
The bronze statue shattered, and the dirt floor was gouged.
Even though they were equally limiting their power.
The all-out clash between two absolute beings was extraordinary.
WHOOSH!
First, Jin-gwon threw a feint with his left fist, drawing out Mu-gak's attack.
Swoosh!
Mu-gak, realizing it was a feint, attacked anyway as intended.
WHOOSH!
A light kick.
Of course, that attack was a feint too.
If it landed properly, he could get countered.
Whish, whoosh!
“…….”
A psychological battle like that went back and forth about three times.
The amazing thing was that all the judgment and action unfolded in just one second.
“As expected of senior brother.”
Jin-gwon nodded with a satisfied expression.
“You haven't died yet. A lot of time has passed since our last fight, but senior brother's skills haven't changed. No, they seem even sharper? You didn't train every hour since then, did you?”
“You told me.”
WHOOSH!
This time, Mu-gak swung his fist.
“Don't just use your feet—see the pinnacle with your fists too.”
Rising to the top with fists instead of feet.
“So I brought it. Feel it once.”
“…….”
“The fists of Mu-gak.”
Mu-gak (Martial Foot).
Fist Arts (拳術).
「Raising it up.」
The punch he threw earlier was a feint.
This punch was the real one.
SCREEEEECH!
Mu-gak's fist soared like a dragon ascending to the heavens.
“Senior brother. Sorry, but I haven't been slacking either.”
Jin-gwon didn't dodge.
SCREEEEECH!
Matching Mu-gak's momentum, he thrust out his own fist.
“Even in death, even as a ghost. I trained looking forward only to this day!”
Jin-gwon gritted his teeth.
Senior brother really learned fists?
He couldn't accept it.
In fists, he had to be ahead of anyone in the world.
He couldn't yield that.
“HRA啊啊啊!”
KABOOM!
The two fists clashed fiercely for the first time.
“Uhahaha!”
Flesh peeled away.
Bone dust flew.
But even so, Jin-gwon was laughing.
“Senior brother! Do you know what?!”
“What.”
“I'm so happy! Happy that senior brother appeared before me again! Happy that senior brother is this strong!”
“Flashy.”
“Has senior brother truly mastered my fists completely?”
Jin-gwon was delighted.
Because senior brother's fists were heavy.
Not clumsy fists, but precise and fast, almost like his own.
“Truth is, that day I was so pissed. Losing made me so mad……. I was scraping at your pride, telling you to try getting fucked over once.”
It was surprising.
“But you really learned fists? Honestly, I'm moved right now.”
“Crazy bastard.”
“Kuhahaha!”
Whoa.
No wonder Jang Dae-woong has that personality.
He had a guy like that as his master?
Then, time to acknowledge it.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
KRAKABOOM!
The fight between the two absolute beings continued.
Watching it, the spectating rankers couldn't keep their mouths shut.
“That…… is that really the Berserker I knew? I knew he was always crazy strong, but now he's fighting like a total maniac?”
“More surprising is the guild master.”
“Right. He hasn't even stepped in? Handling that famous Berserker with just one skeleton.”
“That's a hyper ranker……?”
“Fucking awesome.”
Baek Don and Heuk Geom watched the scene in a daze, chattering away.
SCREEEEECH!
Jin-gwon's fist barrage poured down like it would devour the world.
Mu-gak widened the distance at those artistic movements.
‘Now.’
They had shown everything they had to show.
After about a hundred years, they had joyfully clashed bodies.
‘Time to end it.’
WHOOSH! Whish!
Mu-gak swung fists and feet without respite.
Not just simple repetition.
Even as he extended each fist and foot, he kept thinking.
‘More efficiently, a bit faster, shortest distance!’
He drew out all his concentration to the limit.
‘Jin-gwon's fists are definitely impressive.’
Though his junior brother.
He had no choice but to acknowledge those fists.
‘But.’
That was it.
No matter how strong the fists.
He couldn't handle someone using both fists and feet now.
‘This is thanks to master.’
The secret technique master developed, Mu-jin (Martial Advance).
Mu-gak wanted to show his junior brother.
Not about gaining the War God's acknowledgment, but the power of his master who had seized the War God itself.
“Here I go, Jin-gwon.”
Mu-gak murmured his last words.
Then he charged.
Mu-gak (Martial Foot).
Secret Technique (祕技).
Mu-jin (Martial Advance).
A welcome greeting and gift for his long-unseen junior brother……!
KRAKAKABOOM!
His ultimate combo struck Jin-gwon.
* * *
“Ku, kuhuk!”
Jin-gwon.
Before long, he was embedded in the ground, gasping and wheezing.
Mu-gak glanced at him.
“Master.”
Step, step.
He walked over to me and bowed his head.
“Handled.”
Nice!
It felt reliable and impressive.
“Good job.”
I never imagined it, but he went out alone and shattered Jang Dae-woong's True Fist Descent.
I definitely felt the change.
Since I became the Skeleton Emperor, the absolute beings were gradually reclaiming their own power.
“Hueup!”
And soon, Jin-gwon—no, Jang Dae-woong—took a deep breath.
His battle-lust-filled eyes returned to normal, so the descent must have ended.
The defeated Jin-gwon couldn't fulfill his 'han.'
So, no ascension or whatever.
He'd stay by Jang Dae-woong's side, waiting for a rematch.
“……Little brother?”
The fallen Jang Dae-woong looked up at me.
It was a bit awkward seeing the Berserker, who always showed only strength, like this.
“I told you to trust me, right? See? Nothing happened.”
I smiled as I spoke.
“…….”
Jang Dae-woong blankly stared at his palm.
An expression like he couldn't believe his ultimate move, True Fist Descent, had been broken.
“Amazing……. Well, better this way.”
He said.
“I was worried you'd get hurt, little brother. This is how it should be.”
Jang Dae-woong nodded.
He acknowledged it.
That he had lost to me.
“Woooow!”
“What a legendary scene……! Not capturing it on video is a regret for ages……!”
“Hey! Joo Dong-hoon! By the way, isn't your skeleton too OP? You have more like that, right?”
“What do you mean more? Tens of thousands, I tell you, tens of thousands.”
“So, all those tens of thousands aren't as strong as that one, right?”
“Well, yeah…….”
“Anyway, Dae-woong hyung, you okay?”
Baek Don pulled jerky from his pocket and chewed as he spoke.
“The hunter we recommended not only became a ranker but surpassed us completely.”
“…….”
Jang Dae-woong paused at the question, then slowly stood.
And then.
“Kuhahaha!”
He laughed heartily.
“Of course I'm fine. Little brother's rank 10. It was obvious I couldn't win from the start! Hahaha!”
Ah.
Jang Dae-woong.
He was a real man.
A true man who didn't whine pathetically about losing!
The Berserker looked at me with warm eyes, smiling.
“Little brother.”
“Yeah?”
“Can I make a proposal?”
“A proposal?”
“That ghost by my side really likes this place. Haha. Your group, Byeolcheonji. Mind if I join?”
“……!”
I was shocked.
Not just me—the other members of Seoul's Five Stars were shocked too.
Because.
Jang Dae-woong had never belonged to any group before.
The free-spirited Berserker was the first to want to join somewhere……!
“Hm.”
Not bad.
Honestly, I never dreamed Jin-gwon would stick to Jang Dae-woong.
We'd advanced a lot with just Mu-gak's foot techniques, but adding Jin-gwon's fists—how much further could we go?
Maybe even Jang Dae-woong could break through his current wall.
“If it's hyung, you're always welcome. I was going to ask you myself.”
“Haha, really?”
“Yeah, though we'll need to talk details with the vice guild master…….”
If Kim Jin-ah were here, she'd probably jump for joy, arms wide open.
Yeah, come on in—she'd shove a contract right away.
“You said earlier? This training ground is awesome.”
“Yeah.”
“Mu-gak's training ground. I'll give it to you. Use it freely.”
“Kuhaha, little brother, you're so straightforward!”
Jang Dae-woong laughed with a satisfied expression.
“Oh.”
I looked up.
“And one more thing.”
I just thought of it—a special perk just for Jang Dae-woong.
He bent his pride to come to Byeolcheonji, so a gift was in order.
Something I could give even if he didn't come.
“That, the orphanage, right?”
“……Ah.”
Jang Dae-woong's hearty smile turned serious.
He must have been worrying about that issue.
“Want a spot inside Murung Do-won? I've realized a lot this time, so I'm tightening security again.”
“…….”
Jang Dae-woong's lips pressed tight.
His eyes trembled.
After a brief silence.
“Really, is that okay……?”
I smiled back at his cautious question.
“Of course.”
* * *
In front of Uiwang City Hall.
Mayor Shin Joo-hyuk came down to the first floor himself and bowed 90 degrees.
“Aigoo, hahaha! You must have had a hard journey!”
The woman he greeted with a cautious smile.
Was none other than the vice guild master leading the world-renowned ranker group Byeolcheonji.
The terrifying woman who personally went to a Hungary border conference room and slit the Romanian president's throat just for shooting Joo Dong-hoon with a nuke.
‘Kim Jin-ah.’
Young as she was, an absolutely untouchable figure.
Harvard top of her class—no ignoring her brains.
And above all, a ranker—and beyond.
This world now runs on power logic.
Plus.
Byeolcheonji was already idolized by the public.
One word from her could mean defeat in the next election.
It got worse after Joo Dong-hoon got hyper ranker status at the 「World Ranker Announcement Ceremony」.
Now, really.
Maybe treat Byeolcheonji on par with Heavenly Demon Divine Cult?
“Come this way first! I'll escort you!”
Shin Joo-hyuk bowed politely and led her to the mayor's office.
“So, you're here about purchasing land?”
“Yeah.”
Kim Jin-ah settled leisurely on the sofa.
Slurp!
She sipped her coffee and spoke.
“Before purchasing land, our group is thinking of setting up roots around Uiwang.”
“……?”
“Baekun Lake development is hot lately, right? I hear there's 500,000 pyeong of empty land between Bara Mountain and Cheonggye Mountain.”
“Hmm, that's national land, though.”
Shin Joo-hyuk rubbed his chin.
He knew it was about land purchase, but not that it was buying national territory.
‘Hmm.’
Uiwang Mayor Shin Joo-hyuk's mind raced.
National land sales don't happen easily.
Usually, it's lease contracts or joint projects.
“Byeolcheonji coming would obviously be great for us.”
Truth was.
Shin Joo-hyuk wasn't attached to his mayoral career.
Already on his fourth term, more focused on one last big score than achievements—then Kim Jin-ah shows up.
‘Old me would've cheered.’
But now, another idea surfaced.
Selling national land to a private entity and pocketing a premium—a golden opportunity.
With 30 years as a politician, he smelled thick money right away.
‘Byeolcheonji.’
Holders of development rights in Romania and Hungary—pure gold.
“How much were you thinking?”
Slurp!
Shin Joo-hyuk licked his lips with his tongue.