The Regressed Young Master’s Guide to Living on Easy Mode

Chapter 40 : The Little Divine Monk (2)

Growing up, Wu-o had always heard similar words.

You are the only hope.

You are the future of the Orthodox Faction.

You must never give up.

Will you too abandon us?

Wu-o couldn't help but know what those words meant.

"I will reclaim the martial world of the Orthodox Faction."

The Demonic Cult had taken what belonged to the Orthodox Faction.

So it had to be taken back.

It would be a lie to say there was no pressure.

But everyone was counting on him.

His defeat was not just a personal defeat.

It was the defeat of the Orthodox Faction itself.

So he could never betray that expectation.

The Orthodox Faction, which had lost to the Demonic Cult, made a decision. They revealed all their secret techniques, which they had guarded for hundreds of years.

A single goal.

To reclaim the Orthodox Faction from the Demonic Cult.

However, things did not go well after that.

It was true that each of the Orthodox Faction's secret techniques was tremendous, but they had spent at least decades, and at most hundreds of years, maintaining their individual characteristics.

Their martial arts had such strong individualities, and learning them simultaneously was often worse than learning just one.

However, what was certain was that if all the advantages of each were utilized, an unbelievable martial artist would be born.

With that one hope, the Orthodox Faction conducted numerous experiments. Many became cripples in the process, but the Orthodox Faction did not stop.

To the young Wu-o, it was no different from the actions of crazed fanatics. However, Wu-o was also young at the time, so he followed their words obediently.

And by the time he was old enough to think for himself, Wu-o realized that he too was drenched in that madness.

He couldn't even choose a different path in the first place.

Because everyone in the Orthodox Faction was drenched in that madness.

However, there were a few among them who possessed a sound mind. Because of them, Wu-o was able to avoid being swept away by the madness.

And their wishes were no different from those of the fanatics.

Liberation! The usurpation of the glorious past!

Before he knew it, Wu-o's dream had also become the same as everyone else's.

This duel would be the starting point for achieving that dream.

Wu-o was unable to move his body for a moment due to the backlash from using multiple martial arts at the same time.

His opponent, despite receiving an attack that would have left an ordinary person bedridden for life, had only taken three steps back.

"You're surprisingly strong, aren't you?"

And he was no different before and after the attack. Even though he had definitely felt it in his hand.

It was difficult for Wu-o to distinguish whether that was a bluff or not. However, having been subjected to numerous experiments in the Orthodox Faction, Wu-o could be certain of one thing.

That when a person is hit, something is bound to go wrong somewhere.

A blow carrying one and a half Jiazi of internal energy.

And it was the Hundred-Step Divine Fist, which contained the essence of Shaolin.

From Wu-o's perspective, that was definitely a bluff.

"To be honest, I thought it would be less fun than the previous duel, but this is a surprise. I think it's going to be very fun."

The opponent reveals his stomach, which he had accurately struck. The stomach was fine.

"Amitabha."

Wu-o chanted the Buddhist prayer that had become a habit whenever the situation was not good. The opponent chuckled and continued to speak.

"Those irregular attacks were truly amazing. To be honest, I would have been hit even if I had expected them. The world is indeed wide. But in the end, it's just that I was 'surprised'."

The Flame Saber, Yang So-pyeong. Was he called the Young Lord of the Sura Cult? There was also a rumor that he was the owner of the Six Yang Divine Meridian.

"Do you know about the Six Yang Divine Meridian?"

He hadn't expected the person himself to bring it up. It seemed that all the rumors were true.

"Do you know why the Six Yang Divine Meridian is called a legend?"

"Amitabha."

Wu-o chanted the Buddhist prayer that had become a habit again and waited for his body to recover. Fortunately, the opponent was lost in his own conceit and was busy blabbering.

'In 10 seconds, my body will return to normal.'

Based on the experiments he had done in the past, Wu-o derived a result to win the duel.

He analyzed the opponent's skill based on the exchange of blows just now.

"It's simple. I can do what others can't. And if I didn't have that just now, it might have been a little dangerous."

The opponent's prayer is gradually changing.

An error occurs in the answer he was deriving.

The premise is reversed.

Wu-o's eyes, who was looking at the opponent, widen.

Yang So-pyeong, who sees that, smirks.

"Everyone makes that face. As if they've seen a monster. Even though I'm a human too. I'm disappointed."

'I-is that possible for a human?'

Something that was impossible to understand with common sense was happening.

But Wu-o, who had been trained to always find a solution even in such situations since he was young, did not panic and set a new standard.

Based on that, he derived a result.

'The being in front of me is a being that can threaten the future of the Orthodox Faction.'

A single word engraved in Wu-o's mind comes to mind.

'Kill!'

Use all means to kill the enemy in front of you.

It was like brainwashing.

At that moment, Wu-o's momentum changes. Yang So-pyeong, who sees that, laughs, saying, "Haha!".

* * *

Have you ever seen a fight between a monster and a monster?

Of course, I have. To be more precise, I've even fought one myself. The result was a hole in my stomach, though.

Anyway, a monster. As someone who has faced a king of monsters, I would feel a slight tingling pain in my stomach whenever I saw monsters. Of course, it was the same when I was fighting Soma. For a moment, I thought it was diarrhea and was genuinely scared. As I recall that time again, a sense of dread came over me.

Perhaps my life had ended not physically, but anthropologically.

If I were to name this as a disease, it would have to be called monster-phobia. Though I don't know if the name of the disease is officially registered in the medical books.

In the end, I have to fight the stronger monster who won between the two monsters fighting over there in the finals, right?

"Captain! Don't you still have the aftereffects of the duel? Why are you crying?"

"I'm crying because it hurts."

"Where? We shouldn't be watching the match; we should go to the doctor right away!"

If it were a disease that could be cured, I would have gone to the doctor long ago. It was a sad reality that I couldn't because it was a disease of the heart.

"I'm fine again."

"As expected of the Captain!"

I really like the extremely simple Mad Demon.

I composed myself and focused on the duel again. If I hadn't come to see the duel today, it would have been a really big problem.

Because I had just learned for the first time that the Six Yang Divine Meridian had such a secret.

Then, did my junior sister do something similar? I couldn't know for sure, but my junior sister was just damn strong without doing anything like that.

And I newly learned that my junior sister could also do such a thing if she put her mind to it. Then was she holding back at that time? Monster-phobia was about to come again.

So, what Yang So-pyeong is doing now is...

A person's body has nine great meridians.

The Six Yang Divine Meridian is born with six of them pierced.

And those six great meridians are full of yang energy.

So, if you are born with the Six Yang Divine Meridian, you start learning martial arts with a free Jiazi of internal energy, the ability to control it, and yang energy resistance.

This was the fraudulent nature of the Six Yang Divine Meridian that I knew of.

And the new fraudulent nature that was just added was the interpretation of why the Six Yang Divine Meridian was called the Six Yang Divine Meridian.

To be able to combine the six great meridians into one.

I also often used the method of strengthening the body by filling the great meridians with internal energy. In fact, I had even used it in the duel with Soma just now.

But this inevitably involved a consumption of power.

For example, if the expected amount of power when the first great meridian is filled is '10'.

The maximum amount of power that can be expected when the second great meridian is filled was '9'.

Of course, the third great meridian would be '8', and as you go to the fourth and fifth, the power continues to decrease, and the power that can be expected when you reach the ninth and final one was only '1'.

I overcame this using the fraudulent technique of my junior sister, the Reversal of Heaven.

I had produced an expected value of '14' from the very first great meridian. Of course, such an illogical thing doesn't just happen.

Because if you can't control the energy of '14', it will become a double-edged sword that comes back to you.

But Yang So-pyeong had a very convenient body that didn't need such a risk.

He had simply connected the first great meridian to the sixth great meridian into one.

This way, there is no consumption of power transmitted to the next great meridian. Why? Because it's not six, but one.

In other words, Yang So-pyeong was now transmitting a power of '60' to his body as it was.

'A normal martial artist would have done that.'

Yang So-pyeong is the Young Lord of the Sura Cult. A so-called genius.

The amount of power Yang So-pyeong drew from the first great meridian was '12', and that continued to the sixth great meridian. And if you add the power of '10' transmitted to the seventh great meridian, the total value was '82'.

On average, the expected value when the nine great meridians were filled with energy was '55'.

But the expected value of the power Yang So-pyeong was showing now was '82'.

It could be said that Yang So-pyeong had now obtained a body that had at least surpassed the initial stage of the Transcendent Peak.

This was similar to how Soma had used the Blood Demon True Qi to exceed the expected value of the power he could produce.

And it was a value that far exceeded the maximum value of '77' that I could produce now.

Then what about the opponent facing Yang So-pyeong?

If Yang So-pyeong was showing a fraudulent power with a fraudulent body called the Six Yang Divine Meridian, this side was also not to be trifled with.

However, the problem was that the backlash was to an extent that even I couldn't imagine.

Every martial art has a compatibility.

Simply put, a strong martial art has a bad compatibility with an illusionary martial art, and a good compatibility with a heavy martial art.

If you use martial arts with similar compatibilities, it becomes possible to produce a power that cannot be produced with the original martial art.

Just like one plus one equals two.

But reality is a place where things that are beyond common sense frequently happen.

The world of martial arts is where one and one meet to become three.

Moreover, if that one is not one, but two or three, an even greater result comes out.

If Yang So-pyeong was a born genius, Wu-o seemed to be a made genius. Though the fact that he could do such a thing itself could be said to be a genius.

Do geniuses keep increasing after I've regressed? It's a shitty world except for me.

Now, Wu-o was adding the martial arts of the Beggars' Sect to the martial arts of Shaolin.

If we were to represent each martial art with a number,

If we assume that a general martial art is '1'.

An advanced martial art is '2'.

A world-shaking secret art is '3'.

Shaolin could be said to be '3', and the Beggars' Sect could be said to be '2'.

The result of adding '3' and '2' is '6'.

And the martial arts of the Kunlun Sect, the Kongtong Sect, and the Qingcheng Sect are added to that.

Kunlun is '2', Kongtong is '2', and Qingcheng is '2'.

The result of adding 3 '2's to '6' is roughly '15'.

It wasn't over yet. He was also adding the martial arts of the Hebei Peng family and the Hwangbo family.

When each is taken as '2', the final value is '20'.

No matter how similar the compatibilities are, when you circulate martial arts at the same time, a repulsion is bound to occur. Because they are not the same martial art.

And even the martial arts of the same sect have repulsion, so there was no need to even mention the martial arts of different sects.

But the Little Divine Monk was operating a whopping seven different advanced martial arts at the same time.

This was something that was impossible to even attempt without the talent of a legendary Diamond Body or a genius of coordination who could coordinate between the martial arts.

He must be enduring the continuous explosion of bombs in his body right now. He probably can't even move from there.

Thud.

He's moving?

Swoosh!

He's even running.

My stomach is starting to hurt again.

As expected, that guy was also a monster no less than the Six Yang Divine Meridian.

As the Little Divine Monk moved, Yang So-pyeong raises his great saber. An enormous amount of yang energy was imbued in the great saber.

Even Yang So-pyeong, being a human, seemed to be having a hard time operating that much energy, as beads of sweat dripped from his face. As soon as they touched the tournament stage, they turned into smoke. It was the result of the tournament stage being heated by the heat emanating from his great saber.

Yang So-pyeong swings his great saber towards the approaching Little Divine Monk. The space seems to distort due to the heat. The Little Divine Monk extended his fist towards the great saber.

Before my regression, the Little Divine Monk had died with his whole body on fire.

The reason was not difficult to guess. The energy imbued in the great saber Yang So-pyeong was swinging now was a yang energy that was more than enough to reach the Transcendent Peak. It was enough to lightly burn a person to ashes.

A unified single energy and.

An unstable single energy combined from several clash.

The result was easy to judge without even seeing it. Unless the latter was overwhelmingly superior, the winner would be the former.

As expected, Yang So-pyeong's great saber was tearing apart the Little Divine Monk's energy and advancing.

However, at the very end, the great saber was deflected by the energy the Little Divine Monk had emitted, and it grazed his chest instead of his neck.

The two stumble and retreat.

Yang So-pyeong was panting heavily.

The Little Divine Monk's front was deeply cut. Fortunately, the wound did not seem to be very deep.

But the Little Divine Monk suddenly grabbed his neck and started rolling on the floor.

The Sword Demoness, who saw that, frowned slightly almost at the same time. The Sword Demoness, who had also fought Yang So-pyeong, seemed to know what that symptom meant.

Of course, I also knew why the Little Divine Monk was like that.

Yang So-pyeong must have sent the yang energy he held to the Little Divine Monk at the same time as his attack.

It was the yang energy that the Six Yang Divine Meridian had raised with all its energy. It would be an energy that an ordinary person would be unable to handle. The Little Divine Monk must be feeling a terrible pain as if lava had entered his body right now.

If left like that, the Little Divine Monk would surely die with his whole body on fire, just like before my regression.

-Amitabha. Have the heavens truly abandoned the Orthodox Faction!

The Divine Monk's resentful telepathic message is heard.

-It is tragic! It is regrettable! What have we done wrong! We just want to reclaim our land! Why must that small child bear such a heavy burden...

I do not defend the Orthodox Faction's position.

Because war is like that.

The loser loses everything, and the winner takes all.

In the past history, the Orthodox Faction was the winner, and the winner of this history was the demonic path.

That was the only thing that had changed.

However, for some reason, I felt a similar sense of kinship with the Little Divine Monk.

The difference between me and him was that in my case, I had used all sorts of dirty tricks out of my own greed and coveted something that was not befitting of me, while the Little Divine Monk had simply lived as he was told, crushed by the great cause.

In a way, the Little Divine Monk and I could be said to be the victims of this flowing era.

He must have been subjected to painful training under the pretext of the great cause by the madmen of the Orthodox Faction since he was young. And the result was a dog's death.

What a shabby life.

What I'm about to do now is simply my whim, a change of heart.

It didn't matter if the Little Divine Monk didn't follow my whim.

It's not like I'm helping him, it's just a kind of gamble.

I sent a telepathic message to the Little Divine Monk.

-Open the Baekhoe acupoint.

Yang energy rises upwards.

If you can't control the yang energy in your body, there is only one way to live.

To let the yang energy out of the body.

If you just create an escape route, the yang energy will escape on its own. If the Baekhoe acupoint is damaged in the process and you become a fool, or if your body burns up before that, that would be fate.

At least the Little Divine Monk had a high chance of survival. If he could just coordinate the yang energy with the ability he had to coordinate seven different martial arts, he might become a cripple, but he would be able to live.

I can see the Divine Monk kicking off his seat in a hurry.

The victorious Yang So-pyeong comes down from the tournament stage. In the middle, he turns his head and looks exactly where I am.

Our eyes meet.

In my eyes, I can see Yang So-pyeong mouthing something.

Words spoken without making a sound.

Normally, I wouldn't have been able to understand, but thanks to the various miscellaneous skills I had learned before my regression, I could naturally understand.

'I know your true identity.'

My heart began to pound.

(End of Chapter)