7. Million Strong City Legion of Steel (5)
7. Million Gangsi Legion of Steel (5) – Buddha Hand
Yongjeoksan saw. Suddenly, a golden image of the Buddha rose high into the sky, striking something with his palm.
“You’re crazy······.”
A tremendous concentration of energy that could be felt from a great distance away. Yongjeoksan swore at Cheolsiguiong with a tired face.
There is a common sense line in the martial arts world. That wasn’t something that could be produced with a simple internal energy drive or a core.
That means that they even touched military technology. It wasn’t overt military weapons technology, but it was enough to cause the intervention of the human government. Did they trust Major General Bernardo’s connections, or did they think that they could just get away with it if they didn’t get caught? Either way, it was crazy.
‘I hope you overcome this well.’
However, Yongjeoksan did not worry about Mokjin. No matter how much military technology was used, how could an ancient absolute master who stood at a level that he could not even dare to guess be defeated by such a mere object? Watching the Tathagata’s hand bounce up with a loud noise, Yongjeoksan turned his gaze to the dozens of reinforced steel soldiers with jetpacks running toward him with a face that said, “Then so be it.”
So, what is Mokjin thinking as he deflects the Buddha’s attack?
“I really felt like I was facing Buddha.”
Mokjin laughed as he got up from the ground. He had put a lot of strength into the strong energy, but it was only able to block without breaking. How could the power be so great? It was an object that could imitate the form of Buddha. He shook off the dust from his clothes and looked up at the sky.
He looked down at him, floating in the sky on the back of the blue flames, and again he saw the Buddha statue clasping his hands together in prayer. At the same time, the golden light turned red and numerous arms appeared behind the Buddha’s back.
“It’s impressive.”
Heaven and earth. This time, as if he was going to finish it off, the Buddha’s compassion was nowhere to be found in the eyes of the Tathagata who raised countless hands, and only the murderous intent of Asura was filled.
And Mokjin clicked his tongue lightly while looking at that Tathagata.
“But what’s the point of just imitating the shell?”
Mokjin lightly released his wrists and slightly bent his knees. A boundless amount of internal strength gathered into his two legs.
Woojik! Mokjin jumped high into the sky, leaving only a small mark on the ground. The height was a whopping 1,000 jang. He easily broke all the records of the previous martial arts world’s martial arts masters. This time, he raised the internal energy in both hands as he watched the countless divine palms pouring down on him like a shower.
“Even if the Buddha himself came, it wouldn’t be enough.”
It might be fun to go up against each other with strength, but now was not the time to enjoy a leisurely fight.
The power of Buddha is certainly great. But if great power alone can overcome everything, what good is martial arts? He was not a warrior, but a warrior.
And funnily enough, the name of the martial art he was using was Thousand-Handed Snake Dragon Palm, which cleverly fit the current situation.
Jeez! With a deafening roar, the arms of the Tathagata fly out in all directions. They do not have a thousand hands as the name suggests, but the countless palms spread out move nimbly like a dragon, occupying important paths and more than enough to strike down incoming palms.
Sometimes kicking the air, sometimes stepping on the palm of the Tathagata’s hand, Mokjin ran across the red sky.
At the end of his journey, the face of the Tathagata was revealed. His eyes pierced through the Buddha’s face and the devastation beyond consciousness.
“Look carefully.”
A dark bead like a bottomless pit spun around on Mokjin’s palm. It was ominous, as if it contained all the evil things in the world. He threw it without hesitation.
And Cheolsiguiong Richel could see through the Buddha’s eyes.
That it was the end of the world.
“You made a hole in the Buddha’s face, so you can’t go to paradise.”
As he fell from the sky, Mokjin grinned and muttered. He saw the figure of Tathagata slowly dispersing with his shoulders disappearing high in the sky.
Mokjin kicked the air again, slowing down and landing on the desolate planet’s surface. He looked around, tasting the acrid and stuffy air due to the minimal terraforming.
A zombie. A zombie. And more zombies.
As if they had been waiting for him in advance, the hill was filled with corpse-like faces, emotionless as ever, and glared at him with glowing red eyes. The droid corpses, each of varying sizes and shapes, raised their weapons.
In the distance, a dozen iron pillars could be seen flying in the sky. As expected, they contained countless flying skeletons.
Suddenly, he felt a slight vibration from the ground. His senses felt something lifeless squirming in the ground.
“Heh heh.”
When I told you to bring an army of jiangshi, you really did bring an army. Mokjin laughed in vain. The sky, the ground, and the ground below were all filled with jiangshi.
Where on earth were all these things hiding? Mokjin let out a small sigh at the sight of the horde of droids that filled the world to the point where counting them was meaningless.
The terminal that was supposed to be the signpost that would lead to the entrance of the fortress I was aiming for was down due to some unknown obstruction. I tried increasing my senses just in case, but they were so far away that I couldn’t even see Richel’s spirit tip, except for a few that looked like gingerbread men.
Looking at the numbers, even if he could destroy hundreds or thousands of jiangshi by swinging his sword, another jiangshi would take their place. However, that was the only move Mokjin could use right now.
Mokjin sighed softly and ran his hands through his hair, still holding his sword.
“Good. I’ll write the history of one cavalry against a thousand, and one cavalry against an army.”
If you destroy and destroy, there will be no end. It is enough to swing your sword while thinking about it. Without hesitation, Mokjin flew towards the nearest ginger shi in the midst of the army of jiangshi.
“You crazy bastard······.”
Deep underground on the planet, sitting on a throne like a king with countless cables plugged into his neck and back, Richel swore with a disgusted look on his face.
It’s already been sixteen hours.
This is the time that a natural unmanned unit without even an internal energy drive held out against an army that was not only made up of ordinary jiangshi, but also of reinforced jiangshi that he and his subordinates had created with passion and hard work over the decades.
No, the expression “withstood” was a bit misleading. If I had to say something, it would be more appropriate to say that the army of zombies withstood him.
Mokjin’s sword, which cleverly targets gingers with a sense of agility that usually goes beyond the range of a master, did not hesitate to fight those who were once human and may still be human.
Seeing the inaction that seemed to transcend the realm of humans, I had expected it to be difficult, but I never thought it would be this bad. Strange things are common in the martial arts world, but even by the standards of the martial arts world, this was a monster at a level that could only be called numerical.
Even the special weapons that straddle the line between martial arts and military weapons, the Jiangshi Passing Jin that was specially adjusted for absolute masters, and the toxic substances that filled the air were all ineffective. Mokjin was slaughtering Jiangshi more mechanically than any machine.
Up until now, the number of zombies that had been neutralized by Mokjin was close to tens of thousands. Half of them were directly destroyed, and half of them were brought down by the destruction of the host ginger. The number of troops that could have dealt with about a third of the Gudaemun Sect at once was being meaninglessly reduced without any results.
‘Are you saying that monster doesn’t get tired?’
Richel gritted her teeth as she looked at the data on Mokjin observed through the eyes of the zombies.
Even the greatest master would show signs of difficulty if he were to display his martial arts skills against the reinforced jiangshi for over ten hours, but his body temperature, life energy scan, brain wave scan, and ki scan showed no signs of decreasing for sixteen hours. In fact, his momentum was increasing.
It was something that was completely incomprehensible to his common sense. It must have even occurred to him that even a natural who had learned Qigong could fight like that.
From the middle, his martial arts skills became increasingly wild and his eyes became more murderous, as if he had consumed some kind of booster. Richel gradually felt that something was going wrong.
“Even this side is in a hurry······!”
While Mokjin was distracted, the Manhwa Sword Lord hid in the underground fortress and was shaking up the fortress by disabling the defense system. If Richel, who was backed up by the fortress, were to intercept him with all her might, she could defeat him, but then Mokjin, who was barely able to hold back outside, would enter the fortress, causing a disaster. Richel had no choice but to keep her eyes open and watch Manhwa Sword Lord slowly attack the fortress.
‘Is that the only way it can be done?’
Even if he won by dragging out this much time, he couldn’t afford the loss. He had no choice but to pull out the card he had been hesitating to play until the very end.
Richel, who had left Mokjin’s opponent to the quantum system for a moment, made a communication towards his partner in the artificial space station beyond the sky.
– I heard that things aren’t going well. They’re having a hard time because of one Murim person, Naburangi.
As soon as the connection was established, the middle-aged man’s voice that flowed out was filled with deep disappointment. On the other side of the screen, the stubborn-looking white-haired middle-aged man looked at Richel with his eyebrows narrowed and continued speaking.
– The items you made were attractive enough in the catalog, but how can I, as a business partner, not doubt their quality when the results I see are like this?
It was a reprimanding tone for him, who was always talking big, but now struggling to handle a single martial artist. What does he know when he’s not even a martial artist? Richel ground her teeth so that they couldn’t see.
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But now, I shouldn’t be swayed by personal feelings. Even if it’s humiliating, I should get rid of that monster label as soon as possible so that I can plan for the future. Richel opened her mouth with an awkward smile that seemed to be fake.
“The depths of the world of martial arts are a place where unimaginable masters are always swarming. It’s embarrassing, but I admit that I made a mistake at first. But isn’t that why you’re here?”
– Do you think orbital bombardment is such a light matter that it moves at every word you say?
The middle-aged man, Major Bernardo, who noticed what Richel was saying, wiggled his eyebrows and growled.
Battleships are most effective when used as a deterrent. It is not difficult to operate a battleship that has been retired on paper but is actually his, but he needs to rely on his connections in the military to handle the aftermath. It is a burden for him to intervene in the taboo affairs of the martial arts world.
But Richel answered his question without even raising an eyebrow.
“The old man you saw was so light that he could speak without even knowing his weight?”
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Chief Bernardo kept his mouth shut and glared at him. Richel continued.
“I swear on my old man’s name. That thing is a monster beyond the standards of the martial arts world. It may be the only possibility that it can surpass human limitations and dare to confront a battleship. This is not mere boasting, but a conclusion drawn from the collected data.”
– ······Huh. Still bluffing.
Chief Bernardo snorted. But his eyes were more serious than before. Richel offered one last tactic to persuade him.
“Wouldn’t it be better to reduce the variables as much as possible for the sake of the investors behind us?”
A decisive word that pushed the hesitant warlord’s back. Major General Bernardo, who had been lost in thought for a moment, finally opened his mouth.
– Okay. I’ll do my best this time. Send me the coordinates in two hours.
“Okay, I understand.”
Phew. Richel let out a weary sigh as she turned off the communication. Still, if she could just hold on for a little while longer, she could erase that monstrous master from the world.
But at that moment, a warning came from the system commanding the troops. Richel frowned.
“What else is the problem?”
The warning was about the target’s sudden change in behavior pattern. While focusing on ginger, Mokjin suddenly started to head straight towards one side. Richel’s eyes, which were observing his movement path, gradually widened.
“······Here?”
How on earth did you do that? Richel connected the vision of the zombie with a bewildered expression.
A man with eyes like a devil from hell, staring straight at the corpse he had connected, whether by accident or intention.
He looked at Richelle and smiled eerily.
Found it.
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The reason Yongjeoksan was terrified was not because of the power of the Buddha Statue, but because he had tampered with military technology.
Iron-headed Richel is secretly copying military technology without the human government’s eyes, using the power of Major Bernardo and other investors. If there is no real backing, or even if there is, it is madness or suicidal.
Yongjeoksan skillfully used the booster of the descent part and engaged in a spectacular aerial battle with the zombies.
What the Buddha Statue Gangsi has done is a martial art based on martial arts, but it is nothing more than an imitation or minor copy without any internal energy. The Buddha Statue Gangsi has made up for the shortcomings with massive output.
In the world of martial arts, every four years, all martial artists gather together to hold the Martial Arts Olympics to promote harmony in the martial arts world. At this time, everyone participates with a spirit of fair play as a martial artist, regardless of their affiliation, except for groups like the Blood Cult.
The Martial Arts Olympics is the biggest martial arts festival held once every five years, along with the Martial Arts World Cup, which is held with strict restrictions and doping tests, and there are numerous events such as a contest of internal energy splitting the sea, a contest of swordsmanship similar to Go, a contest of quick swordsmanship shooting down fast-moving targets, and a contest of beauty called the Hwangeom Contest. (Of course, contrary to the name, there are no restrictions on participation even if you are not a swordsman.)
The competition of jumping high may seem boring because it is a simple game of jumping high, but it is surprisingly popular because of its sense of speed and thrill thanks to the broadcasting method that shares the participants’ senses, including their field of vision, through a screen or virtual experience.
Mokjin’s speed easily surpasses the space record by five times.
Cheonsu Gyoryongjang is not a martial art of Mokjin, but a martial art learned through secret training. The secret training was given to him by his close friend.
Mokjin is a Buddhist culture, so he doesn’t hate Buddha, but he doesn’t particularly respect him either. Despite his appearance, he was fundamentally a demon.
The junkyard planet is not an inhabited planet, so it has been terraformed just enough to keep it from dying. However, the small city that is the planet’s capital and port is a paraterraformed area covered by a large force field dome, so it is a very pleasant environment.
To prevent the outside world from noticing the jiangshi production facilities and fortresses, the scrapyard planet is double and triple-layered with concealment. The jiangshi army surrounding Mokjin is protruding from the jiangshi storage facilities below the surface. These storage facilities are scattered like anthills throughout the facility area.
The reason Mokjin’s terminal became unresponsive was due to communication jamming.
The number of zombies that Mokjin neutralized in sixteen hours was just under 90,000.
Richel directly commanded the Jiangshi army. To use a game metaphor, it would be like going through a raid with all your might for 16 hours while suffering losses, but the boss monster’s HP was not decreasing, but rather increasing. It was a situation where I was so angry that I could use the cheat key (orbital bombardment).
Ginger City is a living human being. Mokjin doesn’t really care.
The Jiangshi Passing Line, controlled by one or more hosts, is very efficient due to its networked nature, and is woven with sophisticated algorithms and patterns. It is just that the power of the Mokjin is out of standard and does not work.
The toxic substance poisoning was not effective because it was invincible. Rather, radiation contamination or nanomachine poisoning was more likely.
Richel is collecting and analyzing Mokjin’s physical data and figures in real time through the reconnaissance jiangshi. The result of the analysis is ‘there is no answer.’
Even naturals can’t do that shit.
Mokjin released some of his demonic nature as a man from the middle. It was because it was easy to destroy the zombies without thinking.
Yongjeoksan has successfully infiltrated the fortress. He is gradually disabling the fortress’ defense system while searching for Hwarin.
If Richel uses all her power with the fortress’ defense system and the jiangshi’s backup, she can defeat Yongjeoksan. However, if she does that, Mokjin will go crazy and run wild.
Director Bernardo is Richel’s partner, but he has a subtle advantage.
Mokjin didn’t just fight the zombies without thinking.
