Chapter 180
I Became the Successor of the Martial God
Chapter 180.
The undead swarmed in.
An overwhelming number of undead surrounded the building from all sides and attacked.
“M-Mr. Park Cheong-mun! The undead are everywhere!”
“Where the hell did they come from…?!”
The problem was that they were not allies.
No one would have expected to be attacked by the undead they themselves had summoned.
Park Cheong-mun was no exception.
BOOM! CRASH!
“Grrrgh!”
On top of that, magical bombardments continued from beyond—from the floating island.
The prepared defensive lines crumbled, and the undead forced their way through the gaps.
‘What should I do? What should I…?’
Park Cheong-mun, who was always composed, was now in disarray. This was a situation he had not anticipated.
Inside the building were numerous traps and allies. Should they fall back and defend from within?
No, but—
‘Mr. Vincent ordered us to prevent the enemies from entering the building.’
He had to carry out that command.
Park Cheong-mun gave orders to the cultists.
“Prepare that spell. And use the power gathered in the magic circle to ready the undead. We must hold this place at all costs.”
“Yes, sir!”
It was an order to prepare a large-scale dark magic spell that would take some time to cast.
Park Cheong-mun gestured behind him.
Then, the undead inside the building came out, replenishing the dwindling numbers.
“I have no choice but to move as well.”
They needed to buy time for the spell to be prepared.
Park Cheong-mun gripped his sword and stepped forward.
A sinister aura swirled around the blade.
SWOOSH!
As he swung his sword horizontally, vengeful spirits and a wave of malevolent energy surged forth.
The straight-line wave engulfed the undead under Yoo Baek-jun’s control, their bodies rapidly rotting and collapsing.
“Stop that man.”
—Groooowl…
More undead began surrounding Yoo Baek-jun, who was already fighting the undead.
As if to completely immobilize him.
Park Cheong-mun intended to tie down Yoo Baek-jun’s feet and reduce the enemy’s numbers in the meantime.
But—
‘He was waiting for this.’
Yoo Baek-jun’s eyes gleamed.
With more undead surrounding him, Park Cheong-mun’s guard weakened.
‘Now.’
Yoo Baek-jun tore a magic scroll.
The spell contained within wasn’t particularly powerful—just a simple rain spell to wet the ground.
“Water? What a pointless move…”
Park Cheong-mun dismissed it as insignificant. By itself, the spell was meaningless.
But—
WHOOSH!
“Huh—?!”
When combined with Yoo Baek-jun’s unique traits—
Using the frigid energy enhanced by his Ice Blood and Master of the Extreme cold traits—the situation changed entirely.
CRACKLE!
The puddles on the ground and the drenched bodies of the undead froze instantly.
Ice statues stood all around.
“Such a mistake—!”
Park Cheong-mun realized his error and tried to call back the undead, but it was too late.
The undead struggled to move, their feet frozen to the ground.
Yoo Baek-jun didn’t miss the opening.
“Hmph!”
Thin ice formed on Yoo Baek-jun’s legs.
CRACK!
Then, with incredible speed, he dashed across the ice and fired a Frozen Shattering Kick toward Park Cheong-mun.
The vicious cold froze Park Cheong-mun’s legs just as he tried to retreat.
“M-My legs…!”
Park Cheong-mun gritted his teeth.
He fired waves of malevolent energy at Yoo Baek-jun, as if warning him not to come closer, but Yoo Baek-jun blocked them all with his sword.
And continued charging.
‘What do I do? What do I do?!’
Allies nearby were also immobilized, their feet frozen by Yoo Baek-jun.
Park Cheong-mun racked his brain for a dark magic spell to turn the tide, but there was no time to chant.
His mind went blank.
SLASH!
Then, Yoo Baek-jun leaped.
In an instant, his figure soared above Park Cheong-mun’s head.
He raised one leg high—then let gravity take over as he descended.
SHWING!
“Guh— Hrk!”
He drove his foot straight down onto Park Cheong-mun.
The leg, sharpened like a blade by the thin ice, clashed against Park Cheong-mun’s sword.
A tremendous shockwave wracked his arms.
Yoo Baek-jun used Park Cheong-mun’s sword as a foothold to steady himself—then unleashed a Frozen Shattering Kick.
“Hrk— Grrr…!”
His ice-blade legs rained down relentless strikes on Park Cheong-mun.
At first, Park Cheong-mun held on—but gradually, his arms weakened.
And soon—
“AAAAARGH!”
Blood splattered in all directions.
Yoo Baek-jun’s merciless leg strikes severed Park Cheong-mun’s arm—then took his life.
His body collapsed limply.
“M-Mr. Park Cheong-mun!”
The necromancers under Park Cheong-mun’s command trembled in fear at the sight.
Yoo Baek-jun approached them with countless undead behind him.
“Gah— EEEK!”
“WAAAAAH!”
The terrified necromancers turned and fled. Yoo Baek-jun considered chasing them but stopped.
There wasn’t enough time.
“Hmph, this should be enough for here.”
Yoo Baek-jun smirked faintly and looked at the building ahead.
The building where Vincent was.
“Now, all that’s left is Vincent… but before that—”
Yoo Baek-jun glanced at the undead following him and grinned maliciously.
“It’s about time for our ‘big brother’ to arrive.”
He had plans for him.
***
Just as battles raged outside, fierce combat unfolded inside the building as well.
The fight between Vincent and Vivianne.
But the outcome was clear.
“Guh…!”
Vivianne fell.
She fought valiantly against Vincent, but it had been a hopeless battle from the start.
The reason was simple.
“Damn it… Why… won’t you die…?”
Vincent’s undying body.
Vivianne had inflicted countless fatal wounds, but he remained unfazed.
Any hunter would have fallen long ago, yet he moved without hesitation.
“Foolish and pitiful… You’ve been with the cult for so long, yet you know nothing.”
“Shut… up…!”
Vincent held a sword in one hand and a grotesque staff in the other.
He approached Vivianne, who was on her knees.
“Your corpse will be put to good use.”
“You bastard—!”
Vincent moved to finish her—but in that instant, she vanished.
And someone’s presence flickered.
“…….”
Vincent turned toward the presence.
A faint ghostly figure appeared briefly—then disappeared with Vivianne in tow.
Should he pursue? He considered it briefly—
“Now’s not the time.”
Vivianne was already mortally wounded. She wouldn’t be rejoining the fight.
Rather than waste time chasing her, it was better to focus on the grand plan.
Vincent headed to the rooftop.
To conclude the long-prepared scheme.
“Gone.”
Min Yi-jae watched his retreating figure.
Using his unique ability, he remained hidden alongside the severely injured Vivianne.
“I don’t care if you die, but becoming his undead and turning against us would be a problem…”
If someone as strong as Vivianne became an undead, she’d be a nuisance.
Still, his objective was achieved.
‘We’ve bought enough time. From here on out…’
It was up to Yoo Baek-jun.
He carried Vivianne downward.
***
Amidst the ongoing battles in Busan’s streets, a group sprinted forward.
Crushing the undead blocking their path—Yoo Kang-ho and the Flying Dragon Sword unit.
“Ha… Hahaha!”
Yoo Kang-ho laughed maniacally as he tore through the enemies before him.
In his hands surged an ominous black energy—demonic aura.
“Young master, I told you not to use demonic arts where people can see!”
“Hahahaha! Power… this overwhelming power!”
“…….”
Yoo Kang-ho didn’t even pretend to listen.
He just laughed wildly and slaughtered. The Flying Dragon Sword unit desperately chased after him.
“Young master, this is unacceptable! We must consult with Lord Yoo Tae-rang and follow his orders—!”
“Shut up! All my brother told me was to kill Yoo Baek-jun! That’s what I’ll do!”
“But—!”
“Enough. Let him do as he pleases.”
The squad leader, Kang Dae-sung, raised a hand to stop his subordinate.
He realized Yoo Kang-ho wouldn’t listen to reason now.
“Leader Kang, but…”
“It’s the side effect of demonic technique. The more blood he sees, the more frenzied and irrational he becomes. Nothing we say will get through.”
“Then what should we do?”
Kang Dae-sung looked up.
“Where’s Yoo Baek-jun?”
“The crow should— Ah, here it comes.”
A swordsman caught a crow flying in from the distance. A note was tied to its leg—containing information on Yoo Baek-jun.
With communications down, they had no choice but to resort to old-fashioned methods.
“If we follow this, we should find him.”
“Alright, for now—”
“Guh—!”
Before Kang Dae-sung could finish, Yoo Kang-ho suddenly grabbed the swordsman by the throat.
With monstrous strength, he lifted him up.
“Ghk— Kugh…!”
“Young master!”
“Yoo Baek-jun! Tell me where that bastard went, or I’ll snap this guy’s neck first!”
Yoo Kang-ho tightened his grip as if he really would. The swordsman’s face turned blue.
Kang Dae-sung bit his lip.
“…That building.”
“Heh… Good! We’re going there!”
Yoo Kang-ho threw the swordsman aside and charged ahead, ignoring his subordinates.
Only one thought filled his mind:
“Yoo Baek-jun… I’ll kill you!”
Yoo Kang-ho snarled.
His grudge with Yoo Baek-jun ran deep. Since childhood, Yoo Kang-ho had tormented him—but recently, Yoo Baek-jun had utterly crushed him in return.
“Because of that bastard, I—!”
He had lost everything.
So he would kill him.
This time, using the demonic techniques he had mastered—without fail.
“Tch, what a headache.”
Kang Dae-sung clicked his tongue as he watched Yoo Kang-ho’s retreating figure.
‘This isn’t good.’
The situation had deviated far from Yoo Tae-rang’s expectations, and the plan was falling apart.
With communications down, they couldn’t adjust their strategy.
‘Yoo Kang-ho’s recklessness… He’s too drunk on power. He’s beyond control.’
He might listen to Yoo Tae-rang—but right now, that wasn’t an option.
After a moment of hesitation, Kang Dae-sung made a decision.
“…Follow the young master. We’ll have to restrain him if he goes berserk.”
“Understood.”
Kang Dae-sung chased after Yoo Kang-ho, who soon arrived at the target building.
A place littered with corpses—
Undead and cultists alike.
“There. Reports say Yoo Baek-jun entered that building.”
“After him!”
Drunk on the scent of blood, Yoo Kang-ho stormed inside.
“Idiot, charging into a cramped building… You’ve got a death wish!”
Yoo Kang-ho laughed wildly as he pursued.
“You’ll die by my hand, Yoo Baek-jun!”
“…We’re going too.”
Yoo Kang-ho and the Flying Dragon Sword unit entered the building—and immediately, fierce combat erupted.
Against the undead and cultists guarding the interior.
And watching it all unfold—
“Your brother is as brutish as ever…”
“I agree.”
Yoo Baek-jun and Min Yi-jae.
Hiding inside the building, they revealed themselves after seeing Yoo Kang-ho rush in.