The Martial God with Psychic Powers

It was shocking enough that he was the grandson of the Master of Martial Deity Heaven, but what stunned him even more was the way he had declared—so naturally—that he would become the next Master of Martial Deity Heaven.
He hadn’t said he wanted to be one. He said he would be.
That must mean he had complete confidence in his martial prowess as well.
Myung Gong was curious.
Just how strong was Yeon Woo Jin?
But he couldn’t ask something like that of his benefactor.
“The restriction has now been completely removed. And you’ve also achieved the breakthroughs that had been held back until now. You must be feeling good.”
“Yes. It’s all thanks to you, sir.”
“Now you need to learn the Two Principles Supreme Art and the Taiji Wisdom Sword. You’ve heard, right? That you’ll be learning them from me.”
“Yes. But… you really mastered both of those techniques?”
“Yes. Somehow, I ended up learning them without meaning to.”
Was that the kind of martial art someone could learn by accident?
Just who exactly was this man?
Filled with questions about Yeon Woo Jin, Myung Gong began his formal training in the Two Principles Supreme Art and the Taiji Wisdom Sword.
 
****
Two months passed within the Temporal Displacement Formation.
Two months in a confined space was an excruciatingly long time.
They endured thanks to the occasional special meals Woo Jin brought them.
The problem was that those “special meals” consisted of alcohol and meat—things unthinkable within the Wudang Sect.
At first, Myung Gong had hesitated, even after Woo Jin insisted that meat was necessary to store physical energy for proper cultivation.
Only after hearing that the meals were prepared with the Sect Leader’s permission did he try a few bites.
Now, he couldn’t live without them.
Myung Cheon, of course, used the Azure Dragon as an excuse to devour it openly.
And the moment alcohol and meat entered his system, his energy grew noticeably stronger.
No—it was the Azure Dragon’s energy that strengthened.
Myung Cheon made a mental note: if he ever had to fight, he’d make sure to eat and drink first.
In any case, over the course of those two months, the two of them learned all the basic movements of the Two Principles Supreme Art and the Taiji Wisdom Sword.
They were both divinely gifted, and their teacher was Yeon Woo Jin. That’s why they were able to learn so quickly.
If they’d trained in the orthodox way, it would’ve taken a lifetime.
But Woo Jin distilled everything down to the essentials and explained them clearly. He even pointed out the precise flow of inner energy in their bodies, allowing them to progress at extraordinary speed.
Now, they just needed to engrain the movements into their bodies through relentless repetition.
That was where the real ordeal began.
But they didn’t know.
That endless repetition was, in fact, the easy part.
Once they had made some progress through repetition, Yeon Woo Jin suddenly stopped their training.
Myung Gong looked at him with a puzzled expression.
By contrast, Myung Cheon looked calm, as if he had been expecting this.
Noticing Myung Cheon’s knowing look, Myung Gong asked,
“You seem to know something. Why did he stop our training?”
“For combat practice.”
“What? What do you mean, combat practice? Are we going to leave the formation and subjugate bandits or something?”
“No.”
“Then who are we supposed to fight? There’s no enemy here.”
“There is. The strongest enemy on Earth…”
“…Who?”
“Sir Yeon.”
“…What?”
“From now on, we’ll be fighting against him.”
“You mean we’re supposed to attack him?!”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“How could I possibly do such a thing? I can’t!”
“You have to. It’s what he wants.”
“He wants that?”
“This isn’t the time to worry about him… You should be worrying about yourself.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Sir Yeon is strong. You’ll have to fight with everything you have just to stay alive.”
“To stay alive? You’re talking like he’s going to kill us.”
“He is. Or at least, he’ll attack as if he intends to. He already has killed me, several times.”
He’s died?
Myung Gong couldn’t make sense of anything Myung Cheon was saying.
“It’ll all make sense once you experience it yourself.”
“But still, how am I supposed to attack Sir Yeon?”
“Your body will move on its own. To survive. Don’t worry about it.”
Even hearing it, he couldn’t understand.
Myung Cheon laughed at the look on Myung Gong’s face.
He would’ve reacted the same way himself.
At that moment, they saw Yeon Woo Jin reemerge in his martial robes.
“Are you both ready?”
At his question, Myung Gong asked,
“They say this combat practice involves attacking you. Is that true?”

“Yes, that’s correct. I see Taoist Myung Cheon explained it.”
“How am I supposed to attack you? I… I can’t do that.”
Yeon Woo Jin smiled and said,
“I appreciate the sentiment. But you will. To stay alive.”
And in that moment, his expression went cold.
“Well then, since you’ve been informed, there’s no need for a long explanation. Let’s begin.”
At his words, Myung Cheon instantly assumed a combat stance.
“Senior Brother! Get ready! He’s coming!”
What was—
Whoom—
A massive force rushed in. Turning his head, Myung Gong saw Woo Jin’s pupils had turned pitch black.
Shiver—
A chill ran through his entire body. Before he knew it, Myung Gong had instinctively taken up a defensive posture.
The moment he did, Yeon Woo Jin moved.
I’m going to die!
That was the thought that struck him—and his body moved on its own to survive.
The idea that he “could never attack Sir Yeon” meant nothing now. He began throwing out every technique he knew, without holding anything back.
But none of his skills could stop Yeon Woo Jin.
At this rate, he really would die.
The killing intent pouring off of Woo Jin’s body made it hard to breathe.
Gritting his teeth, Myung Gong desperately tried to fend him off.
But he couldn’t prevent the hit.
Slaaash—
“Guhk!”
His vision dimmed, and it felt like the flesh where he’d been struck had been ripped clean off.
Gritting through the haze, he looked down at the spot he’d been hit.
His arm was hanging limply, bent at an unnatural angle.
Yeon Woo Jin hadn’t been joking.
He really was attacking as if he meant to kill.
Swallowing dryly, Myung Gong looked at Woo Jin and Myung Cheon.
Myung Cheon was fighting with all the Azure Dragon energy he had.
Even so, Woo Jin was calmly blocking every strike, relentlessly pushing Myung Cheon to his limit.
Myung Gong realized then:
Yeon Woo Jin’s strength was beyond anything he could comprehend.
There was another sky, higher than the one he knew—and Woo Jin lived in that sky.
Now he finally understood what Myung Cheon had meant.
He even understood what he meant when he said he’d died several times.
Gritting his teeth, Myung Gong threw himself forward again, clutching his throbbing arm, rushing to support Myung Cheon.
 
****
Jolt—
Myung Gong sprang up, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.
“Huff, huff…!”
His face was pale, like someone waking from a nightmare.
“You’re awake?”
He turned toward the voice and saw Myung Cheon smiling at him.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
“I had a nightmare.”
“What kind of nightmare?”
“I died.”
“It wasn’t a dream.”
“…What?”
“I died too, remember?”
What the hell was he talking about?
“Don’t you remember? Yesterday, during combat practice, we both died.”
At those words, Myung Gong’s memories came rushing back.
He had really died.
It hadn’t been a faint—it was the real thing.
He’d truly thought it was the end.
All his efforts, everything he had hoped to achieve with his newly awakened Heavenly Martial Body—gone.
But he was alive.
How?
“Sir Yeon’s ability.”
“What?”
“He said that as long as your breath hasn’t been gone for more than a moment, he can bring you back.”
Myung Gong blinked, staring at him.
That couldn’t possibly be true.
“Your arm was broken, remember? Do you think something like that could heal in a single day?”
Now that he mentioned it… no, it couldn’t.
If his arm had truly been shattered, there was no way it would’ve healed so quickly.
“Just… who is that man?”
Myung Cheon shrugged.
“How would I know? But one thing’s for sure. He’s not someone we can even hope to measure.”
Hearing those words, Myung Gong nodded unconsciously.
“There are still two months left.”
“…What is?”
“Combat training like yesterday.”
Myung Cheon’s words drained the color from Myung Gong’s face.
To go through that every day for the next two months…
“Come on, get up. It’s time.”
“Time for what?”
“What do you think? We’ve got training. Sir Yeon is waiting. Hurry up.”
He hadn’t even mentally prepared himself yet.
Still sitting blankly, Myung Gong was forcibly yanked up.
“There’s no time to waste. Get moving.”
“I-I’m not ready yet—”
“Prepare on the way, then.”
“M-Myung Cheon… wait…”
“I said, it’s late!”
Myung Gong was dragged out by Myung Cheon, half against his will.
 
****
Another month passed inside the Temporal Displacement Formation.
Huff, huff, huff!
Gasping for air, Myung Gong and Myung Cheon kept their eyes locked on Woo Jin’s movements.
Now, they no longer collapsed easily. They no longer blacked out.
They still brushed against death every single day—
—but at least they weren’t overwhelmed like before.
They had even managed to land occasional blows on Woo Jin.
As Woo Jin approached again, Myung Gong transmitted a message to Myung Cheon.
—Myung Cheon! Now! Unleash the Yin Sword!
—Yes!
The Taiji Wisdom Sword utilized both the Yang Sword and the Yin Sword.
The principle was to harmonize the two forces into a unified attack.
But now, Myung Gong and Myung Cheon were splitting those forces and attacking separately.
Because only by combining two distinct internal energies could they have any hope of landing a hit on Woo Jin.
They had sacrificed sleep night after night to develop this tactic.
Myung Gong released the Yang energy from the air, while Myung Cheon released the Yin energy from the ground, both slashing with their swords.
In that moment, a symbol of Yin and Yang appeared in the air and trapped Woo Jin.
It was the Life-and-Death Yin-Yang Sword, the eighth movement of the Taiji Wisdom Sword.
A finishing move that sealed the opponent in opposing energies and struck with sword aura from both directions.
And it had been crafted from the combined energy of two heaven-blessed geniuses.
Its power was immense.
Trapped inside, Yeon Woo Jin took the full brunt of their attack.
They knew.
This still wouldn’t hurt him.
So they struck with everything they had, no hesitation.
CRACK—
As expected, a transparent barrier formed around Woo Jin’s body, nullifying their combined assault.
A satisfied smile spread across Woo Jin’s lips.
That they had taken it this far…
This Taiji Wisdom Sword, powered by two people, could be stopped by no one except himself and his grandfather.
“Very impressive.”
It was the first time Yeon Woo Jin had ever said he was pleased.
Myung Gong and Myung Cheon smiled with him.
But their faces soon stiffened again.
Because of what he said next.
“Now I think we can take it up another level.”
“…Excuse me? W-What do you mean?”
“You both don’t tire as easily now. So I’ll raise the intensity a bit.”
“You mean… you’ll be using your full power?”
“No, just releasing a little more of what I’ve sealed away.”
“Sealed…?”
“My strength is too much, so I keep most of it sealed.”
Even now, he was already beyond what they could fathom.
And now he was saying this wasn’t even close to his full power?
Then it happened.
Yeon Woo Jin’s presence changed completely.
The two of them trembled as they whispered:
“H-He was ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) serious…”
“S-So much denser than before…”
“Maybe… maybe he’s not even human…”
“I was thinking the same thing…”
“What do we do?”
“What else? We start over from the beginning.”
“…Right?”
They looked at each other with expressions of complete despair.
And then, Yeon Woo Jin’s voice rang out:
“Well then, shall we begin again?”