My Dad Is the Strongest Under Heaven
Chapter 42
Chapter 42
Chapter 42. Just What on Earth Are You?
“W-What?”
At Yeo Woonhwi’s unexpected words, Geugaksoma’s face contorted violently.
A loud-mouthed lunatic with nothing to show for it?
What kind of insane bullshit was this?
He was one of the Absolute Great Evils, a name that struck terror across the entire Murim.
And this brat dared say what about him?
A coward who had never put his life on the line in a real fight?
There was nonsense, and then there was this.
Naturally, not a single word from Yeo Woonhwi’s mouth was something he could accept.
In all his life, had he ever suffered such an insult?
“You must truly be itching to die, spewing such utter rubbish!”
Geugaksoma had always been confident—no, certain.
If he so chose, his name could be counted among the Twelve Venerables of the World at any moment.
He had merely believed that clinging to such titles was beneath him.
Yet a green youth who knew nothing was standing right before Geugaksoma, denying the entirety of his life.
Treading upon his pride.
Grit.
You dare disgrace me? A worm like you dares?
Geugaksoma glared at Yeo Woonhwi with savage fury, looking ready to tear him limb from limb this very second.
His rage washed over everyone present with unmistakable clarity.
“I will not forgive this. You damned fledgling.”
Rumble.
“Unless I rip you to shreds today, my wrath will never be appeased.”
The composed leisure he displayed at first was nowhere to be seen; he was thoroughly enraged.
Watching Geugaksoma in that state, Yeo Woonhwi smirked.
As if to say, see?
“Had my words been mere nonsense, you would not be throwing such a tantrum. The fact that you are so beside yourself in rage is no different from admitting I am right. Indeed, it proves it.”
“You bastarrrd!”
As Yeo Woonhwi gave a casual shrug, Geugaksoma bellowed, unable to contain himself any longer.
“You flap your jaws to the bitter end! Fine, let us see if you can still run that mouth while dying in agonizing pain.”
Geugaksoma unleashed every drop of power he possessed.
As if determined to leave no room for survival.
[Mad Blood Demonic Art (敗血魔功), Pinnacle Mastery]
Soon, his energy began to flood the entire area.
Even from a distance, the warriors of the White Wolf Troop found it difficult to withstand the overwhelming pressure.
Noticing this, Yeo Woonhwi gave a light wave of his hand. Miraculously, the White Wolf Troop no longer suffered under the suffocating aura pouring from Geugaksoma.
They realized it at once.
Yeo Woonhwi had done something to shield them.
“Still acting so leisurely. Ignorant that your life hangs by a thread.”
A sinister aura, incomparably foul compared to before, spilled ceaselessly from Geugaksoma’s frame.
“Now, let us see if you can still smile through this.”
Boom.
Geugaksoma sprang into motion.
Every time he swung his fists, thunderous explosions struck the ears.
Unquestionably, his strikes were far more ferocious than before.
Crash! Boom! Baaaang!
Everything in the surroundings was swept away by the fury of his onslaught.
“Bwahahaha! Scurrying away like a cornered rat! And what was that you said earlier?”
Yeo Woonhwi, who had been dodging Geugaksoma’s attacks all along, slipped past the final strike and stepped back in a sweeping retreat.
“You still do not understand.”
“What?”
“No matter how much you amplify destructive power, it is entirely useless if the strike fails to connect. You have forgotten that fundamental truth.”
“…Hm?”
“As I said before, you were far fiercer at the beginning when you wielded your Strike Kill Finger with effortless freedom. Tsk, tsk.”
Clicking his tongue, Yeo Woonhwi’s gaze subtly shifted.
“And frankly, I am growing bored. Let us bring this to an end.”
“What did you say?”
Yeo Woonhwi closed his eyes where he stood, drawing a brief, steady breath.
And then—
Boom.
He shot toward Geugaksoma with terrifying speed.
“W-What?!”
Geugaksoma was struck with pure shock.
Before he could even mount a defense.
It was already too late.
Crack!
Gaaaahk!
Yeo Woonhwi’s fist drove deep into Geugaksoma’s abdomen.
His steel-like frame, fortified with immense muscle, fractured under the impact of Yeo Woonhwi’s single strike.
Cr-cr-crack.
“Kuwaaagh!”
Agony forced his eyes to roll back.
His body naturally bent forward from the devastating blow.
And then—
“Careless. Your chin is wide open.”
With those words, Yeo Woonhwi’s upper body dipped backward as both of his feet snapped upward in a thunderous kick against Geugaksoma’s jaw.
The impact was so tremendous that Geugaksoma was launched into midair.
Whoosh.
“Kahk! D-Do you think I will go down like this?!”
Having suffered relentless, crushing blows, Geugaksoma somehow forced his consciousness to hold.
He raised his gaze, seeking his foe to unleash his Strike Kill Finger.
However—
“Where is that bastard?!”
The man was nowhere to be seen where he should have been.
“Up here.”
A voice echoed from above.
Directly over his head.
Above the airborne Geugaksoma, Yeo Woonhwi had already materialized.
Slam!
Before Geugaksoma could even react, Yeo Woonhwi brought his clasped hands down like a hammer, slamming him straight toward the earth.
KABOOM!
The colossal shock violently rattled Geugaksoma’s brain.
“Kraaaagh! You insolent wretch!”
Ruuuumble.
Having crashed straight into the ground, Geugaksoma rose to his feet without a moment’s hesitation.
As he detonated his internal energy, the rubble and stones pinning him down were blown away into dust.
“I will kill you! I will tear you apart!”
His mind completely consumed by madness, a viscous bloodlust gleamed inside his crazed eyes.
Screeech.
Screeeech.
In his blind fury, Geugaksoma finally brought forth his ultimate technique.
The technique known as the Strike Kill Yin-Yang Finger Art (擊殺陰陽指功).
In the past, merely to test this technique, he had slaughtered two entire ordinary villages populated by innocent people.
Every step of his past was soaked in heinous, inhuman bloodshed that incurred the wrath of heaven and earth alike.
He brought both fists together and thrust them forward.
Rumble, rumble.
A mass of pitch-black qi began to coalesce at his fists. Soon, that energy swelled to a monstrous scale.
The earth trembled as if an earthquake had struck.
At this rate, the entire vicinity seemed poised for total annihilation under that dark force.
It was truly an immense power.
Yet that black energy filled anyone who laid eyes upon it with a foul and chilling dread.
It was a power worthy of his name as one of the Absolute Great Evils.
Everyone present turned pale with horror at the final technique Geugaksoma had unleashed.
Only Yeo Woonhwi remained standing without the slightest hint of fear.
Rather, a faint smile played at the corner of his lips.
‘He’s smiling?’
Just where did that confidence come from?
Seeing that smile, Geugaksoma’s face warped even further into the visage of an evil fiend.
From start to finish, this brat had been an unbearable eyesore.
He swore once more that he would strike him dead today, no matter what.
He felt that if he failed to do so, this man would haunt him as an eternal nightmare.
“Die! I will obliterate you until not a single bone remains!”
With gleaming, frenzied eyes, Geugaksoma fired his Strike Kill Yin-Yang Finger Art.
Straight toward Yeo Woonhwi.
Whirrrr.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
“D-Dodge, Captain!”
Even Yeo Woonhwi would surely be helpless against that.
As the massive black energy surged toward Yeo Woonhwi with enough terrifying momentum to swallow the entire area, Oh Chae-mu screamed with all his might.
However—
Hm.
Even in that split second, Yeo Woonhwi did not budge an inch, quietly watching the encroaching black energy.
He slowly parted his lips.
“A madman blessed with unmatched innate talent and countless gifts, yet spent his entire life obsessing over harming and slaughtering others—Geugaksoma. Fighting you was so utterly pathetic that it is not even worth remembering.”
Yeo Woonhwi thrust his hand forward.
“And this final strike of yours will be remembered just the same. As an art so thoroughly insignificant.”
Yeo Woonhwi murmured softly.
[Demon Slaying Palm (滅魔掌)]
In that instant, a brilliant golden light burst from his palm.
Bridging the vast chasm of time, one of the martial techniques of the Martial God—the one hailed as unrivaled under heaven throughout all history—reappeared once more upon this earth.
KABOOOOM!
FLASH!
Geugaksoma’s ultimate technique, the Strike Kill Yin-Yang Finger Art, was swallowed whole by the golden radiance and vanished into nothingness.
“N-No! This cannot be! Aaaaaagh!”
As his full-power ultimate technique was snuffed out in utter futility and the colossal golden energy engulfed him, Geugaksoma screamed in despair.
KRA-BOOOOOM!
RUMBLE.
The ground shook beneath the tremendous shockwave.
The warriors of the White Wolf Troop clung desperately to rocks and terrain to avoid being swept away by the terrifying blast.
Swooooosh.
Before long, the massive cloud of dust slowly settled to the ground.
And what was revealed—
“Kh-heeeek…”
There stood Geugaksoma, letting out agonizing groans with half of his body blown away.
It was truly a tenacious vitality.
The term ’old monster’ suited him to perfection.
For anyone else, it was a catastrophic injury that should have brought instant death.
Yet it was certain that what little remained of his life was slipping away.
“Y-You bastard…”
Wondering what made him feel so wronged, he glared resentfully at Yeo Woonhwi with bloodshot eyes.
His gaze was steeped in pure malice.
Step, step.
Yeo Woonhwi approached Geugaksoma, looking down at him with eyes devoid of any emotion.
“Even in death…! I will never let you be! I will become a vengeful ghost and surely…!”
“Nonsense. Begone to hell, old monster.”
Yeo Woonhwi cut him off, as if there was nothing left to hear.
And then—
Slash.
Swift as lightning, his right hand swept across Geugaksoma’s throat.
A faint golden radiance, sharp as a blade, had coated his hand.
Thud. Roll, roll.
The old monster’s head, eyes still wide open in death, dropped to the ground and rolled away.
Thus met Geugaksoma his end.
For the death of an arch-fiend hailed as one of the Absolute Great Evils, it was an undeniably pitiful demise.
“H-He’s dead? That old monster is really dead? For real?”
“T-This is impossible… Geugaksoma is…”
Having witnessed the fight from start to finish, the warriors of the White Wolf Troop all wore completely dazed expressions.
What had just unfolded before their eyes was simply that unbelievable.
Even across all their lifetimes combined, Geugaksoma was a grandmaster on a level they had never before witnessed.
Not just anyone, but one of the Absolute Great Evils.
Yet to sever the head of such an absolute master with such effortless ease…
How could a figure of that magnitude be taken down so…?
Witnessing something so utterly defying reason left them entirely struck dumb.
Just what kind of person was this man named Yeo Woonhwi?
“Is everyone all right?”
At Yeo Woonhwi’s nonchalant question, chuckles of sheer absurdity broke out among them.
Who on earth would ever believe this tale?
Anyone who told it would surely be treated as a raving lunatic.
Even so, there was one question that had to be asked first.
“Excuse me, Captain… just what on earth are you?”
After all, they could not help but seriously suspect that he might be a centenarian grandmaster who had achieved rejuvenation through returning to youth.