The Martial God with Psychic Powers-Chapter 77

Jeon Yeok-gi frowned as he spotted the group suddenly appearing to interfere with his plans.

“What the fuck is this? When the hell did you assholes start tailing us?”

His glare turned straight toward Seon Woo Baek.

“What’s this? Is it just you guys?”

No matter how much he looked around, all he could see were underclassmen from Baekyeong Martial Academy—no intermediates, no seniors.

Jeon Yeok-gi scoffed like it was absurd.

“Don’t tell me you came all this way with just a bunch of underclassmen?”

“Is there a problem with that?”

“I mean, your body’s probably worn out. Why didn’t you just head home instead of dragging yourself all the way out here?”

“I came to stop what you’re about to do. What were you doing?”

“What else... Just about to teach an arrogant junior a lesson.”

“That’s not what I’d call education.”

“It’s our own method. Mind your business and piss off.”

“And what if I say no?”

Jeon Yeok-gi ran a hand through his hair, irritated by Seon Woo Baek’s response.

“Goddamn... Because of this bastard, people think we’re fucking jokes now.”

He shot Bang Un a murderous glare.

And that’s when Yeon Woo Jin’s voice reached Jeon Yeok-gi’s ears.

“You got beat by a junior and now you’re blaming everyone but yourself.”

Jeon Yeok-gi turned his glare on Yeon Woo Jin.

“And who the fuck are you supposed to be, jumping in all of a sudden?”

Yeon Woo Jin grinned and answered smoothly.

“Me? Just an underclassman from Baekyeong.”

“You running your mouth because you’ve got Seon Woo Baek backing you?”

“Doubt it. Hey, am I relying on you?”

Yeon Woo Jin tilted his head toward Seon Woo Baek, who simply shook his head.

“Nope. If anything, I’m the one who trusts you.”

With a satisfied smile, Yeon Woo Jin looked down at Jeon Yeok-gi and said,

“Hear that?”

“You crazy fucks have all kinds of ways to screw with people, huh? You should’ve just stayed quiet after getting recognized as the strongest in the South.”

Jeon Yeok-gi barked out an order.

“Seon Woo Baek’s already completely exhausted! The rest shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“Hah!”

Hearing the others respond, Jeon Yeok-gi gave the next command.

“No mercy—wipe them all out!”

With his command, the Red Shadow Academy seniors moved coldly toward the Baekyeong underclassmen.

Yeon Woo Jin calmly spoke.

“Show them the results of your training. You know what I like—make it clean.”

The moment he spoke, the faces of the students behind him shifted into something terrifying.

They weren’t following Seon Woo Baek—they were following Yeon Woo Jin. Jeon Yeok-gi’s face twisted in disbelief.

‘Who is this guy? He’s been acting like he’s their leader from the start. Is he some kind of strategist?’

But there was something off about the students’ demeanor.

For friends of the same age, their loyalty seemed far too absolute.

It was the look of martial artists offering unwavering obedience.

And then it began—a head-on clash between Red Shadow’s intermediate and senior students and Baekyeong’s underclassmen.

Despite knowing they stood no chance, not a single underclassman backed down.

Their expressions were desperate—determined to carry out their orders even if it killed them.

Maybe today really was cursed.

And the one at the root of it all was Bang Un.

Jeon Yeok-gi had planned to cripple him slowly—take his time, cut through the tendons one by one, and savor his agony.

But now there was no time.

“At the very least, I’ll shatter your energy core.”

Before the age of twenty, it was forbidden to kill—or even do something tantamount to murder.

Especially if you were still a student of a martial academy.

Destroying someone’s energy core was worse than death to a martial artist. It was a crime beyond killing.

But Jeon Yeok-gi had his safety net.

He believed his family’s influence would shield him.

The moment he drove his small blade toward Bang Un’s core—

Thwack.

He saw his right hand burst apart.

The sight was so unreal, he didn’t even feel the pain at first.

“I warned you not to move. I told you it would hurt.”

And then the pain hit—deep and crushing.

“AAAAAARGH!”

Ignoring Jeon Yeok-gi writhing on the ground, clutching his wrist, Yeon Woo Jin walked up to Bang Un with a smile.

“You must’ve been really scared, huh?”

Bang Un stared blankly at Yeon Woo Jin.

“Wanna come join Baekyeong?”

The question felt absurd in the middle of this chaos.

And yet—it didn’t seem strange at all.

Bang Un found himself nodding before he even realized it.

“Great. Then you’re mine now.”

“...Who are you?”

“Yeon Woo Jin. The one you’re going to follow from now on. You will follow me, right?”

With a bright smile, Yeon Woo Jin looked back—where Jeon Yeok-gi, face twisted like a demon, came charging in.

“Watch ou—!”

Before Bang Un could finish, Yeon Woo Jin’s hand seized Jeon Yeok-gi.

He was lifted clean into the air, limbs flailing.

And then the unbelievable happened.

‘My... my internal energy—! It’s not gathering!’

Jeon Yeok-gi tried to strike—but his energy wouldn’t form.

Yeon Woo Jin looked him in the eye.

“Now it’s time for the real pain.”

Tap. Tap tap.

Yeon Woo Jin began tapping various points across Jeon Yeok-gi’s body.

“It’ll hurt like hell, but your body’ll be fine. Just consider the hand you lost your punishment for the bullshit you tried to pull.”

“GAAACK!”

Jeon Yeok-gi’s face flushed red, veins bulging all over his body.

He let out a scream so piercing it felt like it would rupture his lungs.

Bang Un looked on in horror, wondering if he was about to die from the pain.

Yeon Woo Jin reassured him.

“He’s not gonna die. It just hurts a little.”

A little?

Apparently Yeon Woo Jin’s definition of “a little” was very different from his.

“You know what’s funny?”

It wasn’t funny at all, but Bang Un shook his head anyway.

“The more martial arts you’ve mastered, the worse it gets. Isn’t that amazing?”

Which part of that was supposed to be amazing?

Yeon Woo Jin went on.

“It feels like you’re dying—but you won’t. And your body doesn’t get ruined either. Actually, it gets healthier.”

What the hell? That’s terrifying.

Jeon Yeok-gi’s screams finally started to fade.

Was the pain subsiding?

No.

He’d passed out, foaming at the mouth.

“What? You passed out from just that? Not good enough.”

Now what?

Yeon Woo Jin gently patted Jeon Yeok-gi’s head.

And his eyes snapped open.

“GAAAHHH!”

He’d definitely lost consciousness, but now he was wide awake again.

Bang Un recoiled in shock. Forcing someone to wake up just to make them suffer more?

“I’ve made it so he can’t pass out anymore.”

How?

...He wanted to ask, but held back.

Yeon Woo Jin reached toward Bang Un.

Flinch.

Bang Un instinctively tensed.

Yeon Woo Jin chuckled.

“I’m not going to eat you.”

Then laid his hand on Bang Un’s body.

A warmth spread through him—vitality surged, and his heart felt calm.

He knew this feeling.

He’d felt it when he was little, held in his mother’s arms.

Drip...

He thought he’d never feel it again.

Tears ran down his face as he drifted into childhood memories, unaware that his body was rapidly healing.

A moment later, realization struck.

His body was completely back to normal.

He stared at Yeon Woo Jin in awe.

What kind ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) of power was this?

Who was he?

Yeon Woo Jin gave him a small nod.

“Since your energy’s back, you’re jumping in too.”

He pointed at the ongoing battle—Baekyeong’s underclassmen were still locked in combat with Red Shadow’s senior students.

“Oh! My shield!”

With a look of realization, Yeon Woo Jin reached a hand out toward... nowhere.

Bang Un tilted his head.

There wasn’t a shield anywhere in that direction.

Then—

Whoooosh—!

Something shot through the air from far away.

It was his shield.

But how? Where had it even been?

More importantly, how the hell did this guy summon it from that distance like it was nothing?

Clang—Clang—!

Two shields landed with a solid thud in front of Bang Un.

“There. Now go let it all out.”

Bang Un stared at the shields for a moment—then slowly picked them up.

He looked at Yeon Woo Jin with reverence.

The one who saved him.

Healed him.

Brought back his weapons.

More than just a savior—something greater.

Yeon Woo Jin’s voice echoed in his head.

“You’re mine now.”

And Bang Un loved the sound of that.

Clang. Clang.

Bang Un slammed his shields together with a sharp grin.

“I’ll give it my all!”

Yeon Woo Jin chuckled and gave him a nod.

“Good. I’ll be watching.”

With a burst of excitement, Bang Un charged forward, shouting at the top of his lungs.

“Hahaha! I’m here, you bastards!”

****

As he joined the battle alongside Baekyeong, Bang Un found himself taken aback.

He’d thought Seon Woo Baek was the only monster in the group—but he was wrong.

Jang Un was just as formidable. And beyond them, there were even more students who clearly weren’t pushovers.

So this was Baekyeong Martial Academy—the place they called a den of dragons and tigers.

And the one leading these incredible students... wasn’t Seon Woo Baek.

It was Yeon Woo Jin.

Yeon Woo Jin had barely said a word.

“You’re not moving cleanly.”

“I’m disappointed.”

But each time he spoke, the students moved faster, sharper, as if being chased by something.

One thing was absolutely clear:

Every single one of them followed Yeon Woo Jin with total sincerity.

And now, Bang Un was one of them.

It gave him a strange sense of comfort.

Like he was protected.

He’d always had to face hardship alone—whether tough or trivial, it was always just him.

But now... he didn’t feel that way at all.

As long as he was with Yeon Woo Jin, he felt like he could overcome anything.

The battle ended as every Red Shadow intermediate and senior collapsed to the ground.

Baekyeong’s underclassmen had taken them all down.

It wasn’t even close. A flawless victory—with no room for excuses.

Seon Woo Baek walked up to Bang Un.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“We still need to finish our match sometime.”

At that, Bang Un grinned.

“Let’s just call it a draw.”

“The hell are you talking about? I was winning! If that bastard hadn’t pulled a dirty trick, it would’ve been my clear win!”

Bang Un bristled.

“What’re you saying? You could barely stand. I still had energy left to throw out a few more moves!”

“I had some power left hidden too!”

The two glared at each other before both burst into soft laughter.

“Honestly, that match with you... it was fun. I wanted to fight again.”

“You should’ve said so earlier. I thought it was fun too.”

Then Bang Un cautiously asked,

“So... just how strong is Yeon Woo Jin compared to you?”

Seon Woo Baek gave him a sly smile and answered with a question.

“Why? You thinking of picking a fight?”

“Huh? N-no.”

“Don’t even dream of it. We could train our whole lives and still never beat him.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. He’s already complete. A finished martial artist. He just doesn’t bother showing it because he’s lazy.”

“How complete are we talking?”

“I dunno... Martial God-level?”

“WHAT?!”

Bang Un shouted, drawing everyone’s eyes to him.

“Holy crap, you scared me!”

“You’re the one saying ridiculous shit! That’s not even possible!”

“Everyone says the same thing. But you’ll understand once you’ve seen enough of Woo Jin.”

“That doesn’t even—”

Before Bang Un could finish, a voice rang out.

“Woo Jin says everyone needs to gather!”

Just that one sentence—and they all sprinted full speed toward the rock where Yeon Woo Jin was sitting.

Seon Woo Baek yelled in panic.

“What are you doing?! Run!”

****

Below the rock where Yeon Woo Jin sat, Baekyeong’s underclassmen lined up in formation.

At the front stood five students: Jang Un, Seon Woo Baek, Gong Ya-cheon, Heo Uk... and Bang Un.

Bang Un stood there without even knowing why.

“Did I expect too much?”

Yeon Woo Jin’s words made them all flinch.

“That shouldn’t have taken two full hours, right?”

Gong Ya-cheon quickly stepped forward, trying to defend the group.

“W-Woo Jin... we’re underclassmen. Taking two hours to beat intermediates and seniors is actually really impressive—”

“Oh? So because you’re underclassmen, barely scraping by is fine?”

“I-I wouldn’t say we barely won—”

“No? Then what’s that blood on your side?”