Became a God-Level M Chapter 192 : The Greatest Blade of the Current Era

Chapter 192: The Greatest Blade of the Current Era

There were a hundred combat squads in the Murim Alliance.

Among them were the Wind Flower Squad led by Hwamyeong, as well as the Azure Crow Squad and the Flying Tiger Squad, each consisting of roughly thirty martial artists.

A single Captain commanded ten such combat squads.

In other words, each Captain could mobilize about three hundred martial artists under their direct command—comparable in size to that of a small clan, though, of course, the level of skill among the mbers varied.

Every martial artist who joined the Murim Alliance dread of becoming a Captain.

After all, Hall Leaders were not ordinary martial artists; they were usually elders of great clans or those who held exceptional power and authority.

Thus, becoming a Captain was the highest position an ordinary martial artist could realistically attain—an aspiration achieved only by a select few who triumphed through fierce competition.

The Righteousness Captain of the Murim Alliance.

He was a rather well-known figure within the Alliance.

Partly because he was one of the rare few who had reached that position without any background or connections, and partly because he was known for his exceptionally strict personality toward the n under his command.

“……”

A short distance behind him, the Flying Tiger Captain and the Azure Crow Captain walked side by side.

Following them were about sixty martial artists and the captured criminals from the Baek Li Clan, forming a long procession.

No one opened their mouth.

Everyone knew their leader, the Righteousness Captain, had suffered a considerable humiliation.

Behind him, the Flying Tiger Captain and Azure Crow Captain conversed quietly through voice transmission.

Why is the Seomun Clan going this far?

No one had expected the Seomun Clan, one of the renowned orthodox clans, to openly block the actions of a Murim Alliance Captain.

At the question, the Azure Crow Captain shrugged.

How should I know? More importantly, why did the Captain decide to bring the children along in the first place?

Guess he felt pity for them. Must’ve reminded him of his own childhood.

When the Flying Tiger Captain replied, the Azure Crow Captain widened his eyes.

Indeed, their Captain was a man who had climbed the ladder entirely on his own—without parents, without a master.

Though many knew that, they often forgot it, overshadowed by his present prestige.

Makes sense.

The Azure Crow Captain nodded.

Those who had endured harsh childhoods could never turn a blind eye to children suffering as they once had after they’d succeeded.

As the two exchanged words—half out of frustration, half out of boredom—

Did you eat dumplings alone?

The Azure Crow Captain, known for his sharp nose, glared at the Flying Tiger Captain.

When the latter gave an indignant look, the forr tilted his head—

Swish—!

A terrifying gust tore through the air from the rear ranks.

Both Captains reacted instantly, drawing their weapons.

Apparently, they hadn’t earned the title of Murim Alliance Captains by background alone—their blades emanated a thick, killing aura.

Shhhk—!

Two blades sliced through the air.

But neither struck anything.

A breeze, slightly faster than their swords, had already passed them by.

The two Captains turned in shock.

The gust toyed with sixty martial artists as if mocking them, hurtling straight toward the Righteousness Captain.

“Capta—!”

Before anyone could even finish shouting,

the Righteousness Captain drew the straight saber from his waist and slashed upward toward the sky with overwhelming ferocity.

It was the sa saber-draw that had cleaved countless demonic cultists in half over the decades.

Clang—!

His saber was stopped midway by an unyielding force before it could reach the sky.

Feeling a faint sting in his wrist, the Righteousness Captain narrowed his eyes at his opponent.

“…Dumpling?”

The strange attacker slled… delicious.

Perhaps because he’d skipped his als all day, his stomach began to rumble as the masked assailant, his face wrapped in thick cloth, swung his sword again.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The Righteousness Captain t the blows calmly.

In both speed and strength, he was not easily outmatched.

He had reached this position through sheer skill alone—without backing, without favor.

“Captain!”

The Flying Tiger and Azure Crow Captains leapt in.

Their blades shot forward, aiming at the masked man’s sides.

The attacker spun lightly, his feet gliding across the ground as if dancing.

Srrring—!

The Captains’ swords slid helplessly along the edge of the intruder’s weapon.

Seeing the combined assault of two Murim Alliance Captains so easily dispersed, the surrounding warriors were stunned.

“The opponent is a master! Both of you, fall back!”

Shouting this, the Righteousness Captain raised his saber high, kicking off the ground with explosive force.

He tore through the air at trendous speed—his slash so fierce it seed capable of splitting stone itself.

As he neared the attacker, a stray thought crossed his mind—

After this fight, I’m definitely eating dumplings stuffed full of at.

Unusually, he couldn’t quite focus on the battle.

Perhaps it was hunger, or perhaps the humiliation from the Seomun Clan’s head and those snot-nosed brats still lingered.

His saber descended with a force that cleaved the air itself—

Bang—!

A small explosion followed, and smoke burst outward in all directions.

All the martial artists nearby, including the Righteousness Captain, covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves and backed away.

After all, the easiest way for a weaker opponent to kill a stronger one was poison.

Being elite warriors trained by the Murim Alliance, they reacted to the situation with composure, surrounding the area as though there was already a set protocol for this kind of event.

Poison didn’t discriminate between friend or foe. Before long, the man inside would be unable to endure and would have to burst out from within.

“……”

After waiting for so ti, the thick smoke slowly dissipated.

There was no one there. Only a cotton cloth, deeply soaked with the scent of dumplings, lay on the ground.

The Righteousness Captain and the alliance mbers exchanged bewildered glances.

The Murim Alliance’s martial artists had completely surrounded the place—unless he had sunk into the ground itself, there was no explanation for his disappearance.

Jin Seong-un, who had quietly escaped using the Step Without Shadows technique, took off his robe and imdiately burned it.

He had concealed both his face and his clothes and had perfectly escaped the scene; there was no longer any risk of being caught.

Though there was still a faintly delicious sll clinging to his face, the effort of concealing his identity and coming all the way here had been worthwhile.

‘That was definitely the Black Wolf Saber Art.’

It differed from the original form that the rchant King and he had learned, but there was no mistaking it—it was indeed the Black Wolf Saber Art.

Jin Seong-un had seen this unstable version of the Black Wolf Saber Art before.

It was the sa technique used by the warriors of Myriad Gold Manor when they had tried to prevent Song Jae-mun’s death during the rchant Festival.

According to Lee Seowon, the current master of Myriad Gold Manor had lost a portion of the Black Wolf Saber Art and was pouring vast sums of money and effort into reconstructing it.

It was now an open secret that Myriad Gold Manor frequently engaged in shady dealings, whether behind the scenes or even in plain sight.

That the Righteousness Captain, who had tried to take the children, was trained in Myriad Gold Manor’s martial arts was an interesting coincidence indeed.

‘Are they gathering children?’

Perhaps even the Third Instructor from Deathshroud, who had also attempted to take the children, was connected to Myriad Gold Manor.

They too had made the children lift heavy rocks and balance on stakes—as though testing their innate martial potential.

After running for so ti with that thought in mind, Jin Seong-un arrived at the Baek Li Clan’s hidden residence. He had intentionally taken a long detour just in case, so he was a little later than planned.

As Jin Seong-un entered, a middle-aged man approached him, his face pale as a sheet.

“Wh–where have you been?”

Jin Seong-un tilted his head slightly.

Who was this again?

The man furrowed his brows and said,

“I am Seomun Pyeong, General Manager of the Seomun Clan. I’m also the younger brother of our Clan Leader, and in other words, Seomun Ak’s uncle.”

“Ah.”

Jin Seong-un belatedly bowed his head. Since he was the uncle of a friend, it was only proper to show the utmost respect.

At his calm deanor, Seomun Pyeong snapped, his expression close to bursting with anger.

“Is this really the ti for greetings? Don’t tell

you went to see the Righteousness Captain?”

Seomun Pyeong’s nerves were on edge.

It was already troubleso enough that their esteed Clan Leader had smashed a Baek Li Clan elder’s head with a single punch.

And now, to make matters worse, the central figure of this entire incident—the Guest Dragon—had suddenly disappeared.

That fellow Seo Yu-gyeom had only spouted nonsense like, “Well, maybe he went to the toilet. Or maybe he missed ho and ran away.”

Like any good administrator, Seomun Pyeong wished for no further complications.

After a brief pause to think, Jin Seong-un replied,

“Yes, I just went to take a look around. Why would I go looking for the Righteousness Captain?”

Ever since opening the Seong-un Inn, he felt that while his cooking hadn’t improved, his skills in theft and lying had advanced by leaps and bounds.

Even so, the reason he bothered to lie was simple—when he thought about it coldly, there were far too few people he could truly trust.

If even the captains of the Murim Alliance couldn’t be trusted, then apart from Seo Yu-gyeom, Seomun Ak, and Lee Seowon—the mbers of the Seong-un Inn—there was no one left he could rely on.

As Seomun Pyeong looked at him suspiciously, Jin Seong-un doubled down on his lie.

“It’s true. Anyway, I think we should start moving soon. We can’t keep the children cooped up like that forever.”

He didn’t add that if the Righteousness Captain grew suspicious and returned, things would beco quite troubleso.

Finally, with a sigh of relief, Seomun Pyeong nodded and turned to the approaching Clan Leader, Seomun Jeok.

“Clan Leader, what should we do about the children?”

He ant—should they take them to the clan estate?

There were quite a number of children gathered here.

Of course, the Seomun Clan had the ans to care for them, but the issue wasn’t ability—it was temperant.

To Seomun Pyeong, the idea of these blank-slate children seeing, hearing, and learning from the Seomun Clan didn’t feel like a good thing.

After all, the Clan Leader, his son, and more than half the clan’s mbers suffered from notoriously hot tempers.

Fortunately, Seomun Jeok was aware of this. Though quick to anger, he wasn’t a fool.

“If the Seomun Clan raises them, those children’s lives will be ruined.”

Jin Seong-un quietly nodded in agreent.

As Seomun Jeok and Seomun Pyeong stared at him, Jin Seong-un pretended to ponder deeply.

Just as an awkward silence passed between them—

Huamyeong, his belly full of dumplings, ca out casually patting his stomach.

“Let’s send them to the Wudang Sect. From what I saw last ti, Elder Baek Un-geom seems to have a soft spot for children.”

“I don’t think so.”

To Jin Seong-un, it had looked more like Elder Baek Un-geom had simply been overwheld by Choe Jeong-myeong’s piercing gaze.

Huamyeong spoke firmly,

“Who is Elder Baek Un-geom? Within the Orthodox Murim, few can match her in virtue, reputation, temperant, or resolve. Do you really think soone like her would accept an unwanted request? No, she agreed because she truly likes children.”

“Oh, is that so.”

Jin Seong-un nodded in impressed agreent.

Naturally, Seomun Jeok and Seomun Pyeong also supported the idea. Sending the children to the Wudang Sect was much more convenient than taking them to the Seomun Clan.

“Chwiryong, you’re right. The Baek Un-geom I know would never turn her back on those in need.”

“You’re absolutely right, Clan Leader. If we tried to take them ourselves, Elder Baek Un-geom would probably be furious.”

And so, without even a word of consent from Hyeon-un, the children’s fate was decided—they would be sent to the Wudang Sect, hailed as the greatest orthodox school of their ti.