Chapter 205
I Became the Successor of the Martial God
Chapter 205.
The enemies are swarming in.
The rebels, noticing the sudden commotion, were gathering toward the source of the disturbance.
Amidst the chaos, there was one who rampaged.
Kwaaaang!
“Keuhk!”
Yoo Baek-jun.
He was fighting alone against the swarming rebels, gripping his thunder spear.
Though the enemies outnumbered him overwhelmingly, he showed no signs of being pushed back.
“What the hell is this mist?!”
“D-don’t get close to him! Stay back!”
“Ugh… my head…!”
The ever-active ’Blood Mist Absorption’ drained the magical energy of any approaching enemies.
“Hrrgh! T-this cold…!”
The stolen energy was then used to unleash a Cold aura that slowed the enemies down.
“Hah… haaak!”
His unique traits—
The skill attached to ’King’s Dignity’, ’Overwhelm’, pressed down on the enemies’ shoulders like a physical weight.
Add to that the ‘Massacrer’ trait and ’Berserker’—
“He’s strong…!”
In a one-against-many battle, Yoo Baek-jun could unleash power far beyond his usual limits—overwhelming, even.
And the more enemies there were, the stronger he became.
Whoosh!
Yoo Baek-jun actively utilized his skills, particularly his fist and footwork techniques.
He paralyzed surrounding enemies with Thunderstomp kick, then subdued the immobilized foes with Flame kick.
Against enemies attacking from a distance, he used Frozen Shattering Kick, and when they tried to surround him, Heavenly Chain Strikes.
Fwoosh!
Clones scattered in all directions, each attacking with their own skills.
The rebels fell like autumn leaves.
Those watching were stunned.
“H-he’s insane.”
“Was he always this strong?!”
They knew Yoo Baek-jun had grown stronger.
They also knew he had recently gained fame by resolving multiple crises.
But knowing and seeing it firsthand were two very different things.
“C-call the branch leader! Get the branch leader here!”
“Ryu Si-young or Lee Jae-im—anyone, just hurry!”
“Y-yes!”
Their conclusion was simple:
They couldn’t handle Yoo Baek-jun on their own. Even if they won, the losses would be catastrophic.
So they chose to call those who could stand against him.
‘Good.’
That was exactly what Yoo Baek-jun wanted.
From the start, his blatant provocation had been for this very purpose.
To lure the strong within the clan toward himself—making it easier for his allies to move.
And then, to trap them.
‘Hurry up and come. I feel like I’m about to die.’
Yoo Baek-jun kept the Blood Mist Absorption active without rest.
The skill consumed his blood, and maintaining it made him feel like his entire body was drying up.
“…….”
“…….”
The enemies stopped attacking, keeping their distance and simply surrounding him.
They were waiting for branch leaders or rankers capable of facing Yoo Baek-jun to arrive.
But—
‘That’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.’
Yoo Baek-jun sensed someone with a powerful presence approaching from afar.
“Yoo Baek-jun? How are you here…?”
Daejeon Branch Leader, Jeon Dong-heon.
He was visibly shocked to see Yoo Baek-jun—someone who shouldn’t be here at all.
“Weren’t you supposed to be attacking the gate? There was no way you could’ve gotten intel…?”
Jeon Dong-heon’s mind raced.
They had confirmed Yoo Baek-jun and his group’s departure before starting the rebellion.
By now, they should’ve been deep in the gate assault, without knowing anything..
Yet Yoo Baek-jun was here.
‘What’s going on? Something’s wrong.’
Jeon Dong-heon felt a deep unease.
Yoo Baek-jun’s sudden appearance, fighting alone—
And that ominous smile.
“Jeon Dong-heon! Where’s Yoo Baek-jun?!”
“No, seriously—why is the guy who should be attacking the gate here?!”
Others arrived, assessing the situation.
Han Shin-ok, Lee Jae-im, Kim Rae-ho, and even the instructors following them.
The strongest within the rebel forces, those with command authority—all had gathered.
“……!”
A thought flashed through Jeon Dong-heon’s mind. He turned his head sharply, about to shout—
“It’s already too late.”
Realization came far too late.
Yoo Baek-jun smiled coldly.
Kiiiiing!
And in that moment—
With a deafening roar, the barrier was lifted.
* * *
“W-what?!”
“The barrier!”
The barrier surrounding the mansion had vanished.
The meaning was simple: the trapped swordsmen inside were now free.
The rebels panicked—and so did the freed swordsmen.
“What? Why did the barrier suddenly…?”
“What’s their game?”
They suspected some kind of trick.
Both sides froze, unprepared for the sudden shift.
Then, some began to move.
“Who are you?!”
“I was sent by Yoo Baek-jun. He told me to support you and lead you to a rally point.”
“By the young master?”
Thanks to Yoo Baek-jun monopolizing the enemies’ attention, his subordinates had moved undetected.
“Right now, the young master is fighting the enemies alone. We need your help to defeat them—hurry!”
“Ugh…!”
“If it’s Yoo Baek-jun…”
The swordsmen exchanged glances, then nodded.
“Draw your swords!”
“To the young master!”
They steeled themselves and left the mansion. The same scene played out across the clan’s estates.
And naturally—
“E-enemies!”
“The barrier’s down! Enemies—gah!”
Battles erupted everywhere.
Freed swordsmen clashed with rebels trying to stop them—but the rebels failed.
“Dammit! We’re outnumbered!”
Too many of their forces had been sent to stop Yoo Baek-jun.
Defenses weakened, and the swordsmen broke through instantly.
But that wasn’t all.
“Charge! Support our allies!”
“Kill every last one of these traitors!”
Swordsmen loyal to Yoo Baek-jun, who had been waiting underground, surged forward.
“Sylphid, help our friends move faster.”
“EarthWorm! Crush the enemies!”
“Don’t overexert yourselves! We provide support from the rear!”
And the elves, led by Ignasil.
“Well, I never thought I’d get dragged into someone else’s family feud!”
“Bigtums! Isn’t that the magic cannon the rich human asked us to destroy?”
“Oho, right! Judging by the design, they must’ve taken the blueprint from Halpeon! And golems too? Hah! Rare finds!”
“Let’s check the internal structure!”
The dwarves, led by Bigtums.
“Souls slumbering in the netherworld, heed my call and serve your new master.”
“Fight at the forefront against our enemies.”
And the necromancers, led by Noel.
Undead and countless other reinforcements appeared, intensifying the chaos within the family.
“Let’s move, Grandmaster.”
“Yes, young lady.”
At the same time, Yoo Jung-yeon and Cheon Jong-won, who had been waiting in detention, began to move.
Leading instructors and trainees, they started securing the buildings from within.
“Gah! Ch-Cheon Jong-won…?!”
“The prisoners are free—ack!”
Cheon Jong-won showed no mercy, cutting down anyone in his path.
Yoo Jung-yeon was no different.
One was the family’s Grandmaster, the other its successor—their martial prowess was terrifying.
“Leave no traitors alive! You trash… This will be your grave!”
Yoo Jung-yeon and Cheon Jong-won secured the building at an astonishing speed.
Min Yi-jae, who had been assisting them, left as if his role was done.
“…I have other business. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
“Where are you going?”
“To stop the intruders…”
Min Yi-jae vanished like a ghost.
Yoo Jung-yeon clicked her tongue.
“A wraith. Living up to the name. Yoo Baek-jun—how did he even get someone like that on his side?”
“He must have fortune in people, young lady.”
“Hmph, him and ‘fortune’…”
Yoo Jung-yeon frowned.
Somehow, the word ‘fortune’ didn’t seem to fit him at all.
She cleared her throat.
“Instructor Han Tae-su, hold this place with some disciples. We’ll use it as a base for now.”
“Understood, young lady.”
“The rest of you—”
Yoo Jung-yeon looked outside.
“—come with me to take down Lee Gun-mo.”
There was someone she needed to face.
She quickened her steps.
* * *
Shouts came from all directions.
Jeon Dong-heon bit his lip, scanning the surroundings with a face full of bewilderment.
Enemies had appeared out of nowhere—literally.
“W-where did they even come from?!”
“There are secret passages beneath the family estate—known only to a select few.”
“Secret passages?”
Even Jeon Dong-heon, as a branch leader, hadn’t known.
“I brought allies through forgotten paths. How do you like my surprise?”
“Yoo Baek-jun, you—! What have you done?!”
“Wait, then…”
Lee Jae-im roared in anger.
But unlike him, Jeon Dong-heon’s face was filled with horror.
“You knew from the start?!”
Yoo Baek-jun didn’t answer.
Swiish!
He simply gripped his sword silently.
“You worms, feeding off the family’s wealth, dare to rebel? I planned to minimize casualties, but—”
Yoo Baek-jun glared fiercely at Jeon Dong-heon.
“You’ll all die here.”
“Guh…!”
“……!”
An overwhelming pressure radiated from Yoo Baek-jun, making Lee Jae-im gulp.
Jeon Dong-heon and Han Shin-ok were no different.
They exchanged glances.
‘No time. We have to kill Yoo Baek-jun before more enemies gather.’
‘Even if it’s him, if we attack together—’
‘Right. Kill him, or at least inflict heavy injuries.’
Jeon Dong-heon nodded.
He, Lee Jae-im, Han Shin-ok, and Kim Rae-ho stomped the ground simultaneously—
Charging at Yoo Baek-jun together.
Yoo Baek-jun watched them approach calmly.
“My sword…!”
He raised his blade high.
The black sword, Grandal, greedily absorbed magic, turning crimson.
Fwoosh!
A blinding light erupted.
The charging enemies’ vision turned pure white.
“Damn it, my eyes—!”
“You know where he is! Strike!”
Jeon Dong-heon swung his sword blindly toward Yoo Baek-jun’s last location.
The others did the same.
Surprisingly, their strikes were precise—all aimed at Yoo Baek-jun.
But none connected.
Kaaang!
“Guh?!”
Someone blocked their attacks.
Not Yoo Baek-jun—others.
“When the young master first told me, I doubted my ears…”
“You—!”
A group of swordsmen appeared around Yoo Baek-jun without warning.
Kim Rae-ho’s eyes widened in shock upon recognizing one of them.
“To think a rebellion would really happen…”
“Lee Jun-woo!”
A man who had been Yoo Moo-hak’s closest confidant—effectively the Seoul Branch Leader.
Lee Jun-woo, along with his long-time subordinates, stood there.
And not just them.
“Yoo Min! Why are you with them?!”
“…This is where I belong. Did you really think I’d side with Yoo Tae-rang? Don’t be stupid.”
“It’s true.”
Yoo Min smirked.
Behind her, Choi Gun-woo and Busan Branch swordsmen appeared.
“You thought you set a trap? You never imagined you’d be the ones caught.”
“T-this can’t be!”
The tables had turned.
Yoo Baek-jun smiled coldly.
“Subdue the traitors.”
He had his own task to attend to.
“I’ll be cutting off their leader’s head.”
Yoo Tae-rang.
It was time to end their feud.