Chapter 155
I Became the Successor of the Martial God
Chapter 155.
A message window obscured Yoo Baek-jun's vision.
[Battle Against the Strong.]
A renowned warrior from a kingdom stands in your way.
Fight him valiantly and prove your strength.
―Reward: 500P, stat increase
[Savior of the Elves.]
Countless elves have been captured and sacrificed to human greed.
Rescue the elves of the Ruwinid Forest and lead them to a new land.
―Reward: 500P, B+-grade trait enhancement ticket
The rewards are substantial.
Beyond this, there are additional rewards for rescuing the elves.
Using them, I can raise my stats.
‘That should be enough to reach the bare minimum.’
A+ grade stats.
With the right gear, I can push two stats to S-grade, so it’s worth a try.
Of course, that’s only after dealing with the knight growling in front of me.
‘An opponent nearly on par with S-grade.’
He must be at the peak of A+-grade. That alone makes him a tricky foe.
But—
‘Farowell is the heir of a noble house. He’s lived as a knight his entire life.’
Given his noble upbringing, he wouldn’t be accustomed to dirty fights.
If I exploit that, even a troublesome opponent can be dealt with relatively easily.
Especially in my current state, enhanced as a berserker.
“Huu…!”
Farowell steadied his stance.
He glared at Yoo Baek-jun as if he wanted to tear him apart, then recalled what he had just said.
‘The person you were looking for?’
Farowell was puzzled by those words.
Who could he have been looking for here? Maybe an elf, but certainly not some ordinary human.
“……!”
Something suddenly came to mind.
The attack currently ravaging the encampment. Farowell glared fiercely at Yoo Baek-jun.
“Was it you?”
“If not me, then who?”
“For a human, you’ve got some interesting tricks.”
“Anyone hearing you would think you’re not human.”
His retorts were unbearably irritating.
Farowell spat on the ground.
A bit of blood mixed with his saliva.
“Arrogant bastard. Don’t lump me in with trash like you criminals.”
“Oh, I like your confidence.”
Farowell bared his teeth.
“Judging by your appearance, you’re not from around here. Are you from another world?”
“What if I am?”
“Don’t overstep your bounds, Traveler. Stay out of other people’s worlds!”
Whoosh!
Sword energy erupted from Farowell’s blade.
Gnashing his teeth, he swung his sword.
Countless sword energies shot from the tip of his blade.
Crack!
Yoo Baek-jun dodged some and blocked the unavoidable ones with his sword barrier.
Even blocking just a few made the barrier tremble dangerously.
That’s how strong the sword energy was.
“Huff!”
Then Farowell charged.
He forced Yoo Baek-jun into a defensive stance and closed the gap in that opening.
His aim was precise.
“Die quickly!”
The first strike was a thrust.
A fierce thrust, carrying the momentum of his charge, surged toward Yoo Baek-jun’s throat.
The speed was tremendous—a surprise attack aimed for a lethal blow.
Yoo Baek-jun swallowed his breath.
Swoosh!
“Kuh!”
He kicked the ground hard.
His foot, imbued with Cold aura, sent ice fragments scattering from the ground.
They momentarily obscured Farowell’s vision and disrupted the tip of his sword.
‘Pathetic trick!’
Then he just needed to change his method of attack.
Farowell instantly retracted his sword, raised both arms high, and gathered sword energy at the tip.
Then he slammed it down with full force.
BOOM!
A violent shockwave erupted.
The ice fragments obscuring his vision scattered instantly, and the ground shook violently.
Farowell withdrew his sword and charged straight through the vanishing ice fragments.
‘I sense his presence. Right here…!’
Confident, he swung his sword.
Thud!
He felt the impact.
His vision was still blurry, but the sensation was unmistakable.
The ice fragments completely disappeared.
Then he saw Yoo Baek-jun, impaled on his sword, wearing a shocked expression.
“Hss!”
Farowell pulled back his sword, pivoted halfway, and swung again.
A clean strike aimed at the neck.
A smirk played on his lips.
‘Ridiculously weak.’
His initial appearance had made him seem strong, but not anymore.
It was hard to believe this guy was behind the attack on the encampment.
Then this man must be a subordinate.
The real culprit was someone else.
‘I need to find that bastard.’
Farowell ignored the collapsing Yoo Baek-jun and tried to sense the surrounding magic.
And then.
“……!”
Farowell saw it.
The falling Yoo Baek-jun flickered and vanished as if he were an illusion.
And behind him stood someone else.
“Huh…!”
Yoo Baek-jun himself.
He closed the distance using Ghost Phantom Step. It was already too late to react.
The gap closed in an instant.
Flash!
Farowell’s vision filled with light.
Crash!
A Thunderwheel Strike struck Farowell’s jaw.
A resounding impact.
The sound of something breaking as his jaw twisted violently.
His body couldn’t withstand the force.
“Ugh…!”
Whoosh!
Yoo Baek-jun lightly pushed off the ground and unleashed a Flame Kick.
A leg wreathed in fierce flames slammed into Farowell’s entire body.
He reinforced his body with magic to block the attack, but the damage was still significant.
‘He’s fast! And this fighting style!’
It was unlike anything Farowell had ever encountered.
His mind went blank for a moment.
“Cough!”
Farowell desperately steadied himself and focused on Yoo Baek-jun’s movements.
He was attacking again.
‘Fist techniques? No…!’
Yoo Baek-jun had a sword in his hand.
He aimed for Farowell’s abdomen—a thrust, but the motion was simplistic.
Farowell easily countered the attack.
Or at least, he tried to.
But it was a feint.
“……!”
Yoo Baek-jun unleashed Heavenly thunder.
His form blurred and reappeared above Farowell, slamming down with full force.
“Guh…!”
Farowell barely blocked it by flattening his sword.
The clashing blades.
But Farowell’s sword, imbued with sword aura, was slightly sturdier.
Yoo Baek-jun couldn’t cut through Farowell and instead struck the ground.
Or so it seemed.
Boom!
“Gah…!”
Until the shockwave from the ground sent Farowell’s body flying.
Farowell tumbled across the ground.
“Get up, bastard.”
Blood dripped from Farowell’s mouth.
Yoo Baek-jun looked down at him.
Despite clearly being cut, he looked perfectly fine.
“You’ve got more hits to take.”
“Don’t look down on me…!”
It was Farowell who charged this time.
He erupted in rage and unleashed his sword techniques on Yoo Baek-jun.
Closing the distance with his sword at his waist, he released sword energy with a flash.
Swish!
Yoo Baek-jun ducked low to evade.
But Farowell’s assault wasn’t over.
He continued the royal knights’ sword techniques, his blade wreathed in blue energy.
Slashing, cutting, thrusting.
“Huff!”
Yoo Baek-jun’s senses sharpened.
The combat instincts from the Blood of the Battle Demon— Blood Flow Acceleration and a Berserker-enhanced body.
And the enemy, slowed by the cold.
“You…!”
That’s why he could dodge.
Yoo Baek-jun evaded Farowell’s strikes with minimal, hyper-efficient movements.
It looked almost like acrobatics—twisting lightly, stepping back slightly.
‘This bastard… is he reading my sword techniques?!’
But that wasn’t the only shocking thing.
Yoo Baek-jun summoned a fierce energy.
Not ordinary energy, but the blue aura of the Heavens—Heavenly Aura.
Pure flames enveloped his entire body.
Farowell felt an ominous premonition.
‘Should I create distance? No!’
His pride wouldn’t allow it.
Gritting his teeth, Farowell drew out more magic and unleashed a furious assault.
Yoo Baek-jun watched calmly, then—
Crack!
“You madman!”
He countered the incoming attacks.
Not with anything else—but with his fists wreathed in energy, deflecting every strike.
Farowell was stunned.
‘He’s deflecting my sword with his fists? Is he insane?’
It defied all logic.
Yet it was happening right before his eyes—against him, no less.
“Kuh, huff, grr!”
Sword and fist clashed.
Their energies intertwined as they collided.
He couldn’t even breathe properly.
Cold sweat drenched Farowell’s body.
And the exchange didn’t last long before collapsing.
“Aaaagh!”
As Farowell staggered.
The energy around his sword shattered.
Excessive magic consumption weakened it, and Yoo Baek-jun’s strike shattered it completely.
And that was the opening.
“Time to end this.”
Farowell tried to defend, but it was futile. Yoo Baek-jun knocked aside his sword with an Aura-clad fist and grabbed his left arm.
Exposing his defenseless abdomen.
Yoo Baek-jun planted his foot firmly, pulled his right arm back, and—
“Cough…!”
Slammed it into Farowell’s stomach.
No special skill was used.
But a fist imbued with aura was a vicious weapon on its own.
Farowell’s body bent sharply. His armor caved in, tearing into his flesh.
“Huff…!”
Yoo Baek-jun drove his elbow into Farowell’s hunched back.
Before he could fall, Yoo Baek-jun grabbed his neck—and slammed his knee into his chin.
Farowell coughed blood as he staggered back.
Swoosh!
Yoo Baek-jun drew his sword.
“You… bastard…!”
Yoo Baek-jun’s sword first severed Farowell’s right hand. The sword he held flew into the air as blood sprayed wildly.
Gritting his teeth, Farowell switched his sword to his left hand.
But Yoo Baek-jun was faster.
Slash!
“Gah…!”
A lightning-fast blade cut off his remaining left arm. Farowell’s arms were gone in an instant.
His sword clattered to the ground.
Farowell’s eyes filled with despair as he saw it.
‘I… can’t move my body.’
His magic was depleted, his body exhausted.
Whether from blood loss or not, an intense chill dulled his movements.
There was no way to resist.
“Let’s see how sturdy your armor is.”
Yoo Baek-jun struck Farowell’s chest, forcing him upright.
Then he drove Iron Cutting Fist into his abdomen.
Crack!
The swirling energy transformed into hundreds of blades, engulfing Farowell.
His already battered armor couldn’t withstand it. Countless blades tore through the ruined armor and into his flesh.
“…….”
When the attack ended.
Farowell stood there, unconscious, blood pouring from his entire body. The soldiers who belatedly arrived gasped at the sight.
“F-Farowell, sir!”
“H-He… lost?”
The soldiers had been delayed, fighting the undead that appeared during the sudden attack.
They realized the Farowell was fighting, but no one was worried.
They never imagined he could lose.
But,
“P-Please… spare me…”
Slash!
Farowell had lost.
Yoo Baek-jun’s sword cleaved through his neck, and moments later, his body collapsed, bereft of support.
It was a pitiful end for a knight once touted as the next Sword Master.