The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 5

“Ugh, ugh! Ugh!”

Clenching his teeth, Reppenhardt worked hard to conjure up an image. An image of the ocean that strengthens the body, and a unique breathing method. If you continuously practice this while getting hit, the pain will at least be reduced.

It was a time when I was constantly being beaten like that.

Suddenly, a strange feeling that I had never experienced before arose throughout my body.

‘omg!’

A strong energy surges from my lower abdomen and immediately flows through my extremities. The energy fills my whole body and I feel incredible strength. Leffenhardt twisted his body without realizing it.

Pachachang!

The thick chains that were binding him (the ropes were already no longer able to withstand Reppenhardt’s ignorant strength) were shattered, and both arms were free. Reppenhardt looked at his arms with a blank expression on his face. A faint golden aura hovered over his strong muscles.

“What the hell is this?”

“Hahahahaha!”

Gerard laughed cheerfully. And he did not hide his joy as he patted Reppenhardt on the shoulder.

“Congratulations, disciple. “You have finally awakened your Auror.”

Life energy, aura.

A warrior who has reached this level can feel the energy of the world, absorb that power into his body, and turn it into his own power. A body strengthened with this power, otherwise known as aura, has superhuman strength that can break rocks and jump over castle walls. Additionally, depending on the use of the aura, it is possible to display magic-like power, such as regenerating the body or shooting the aura itself to inflict a long-distance attack.

The continent is large and there are countless martial arts people with a will to do nothing, but among them, only one in ten thousand can reach the level of controlling Aurors.

Even with the most basic use of auras, such as simply using auras to strengthen one’s body, one could be treated as a knight commander in a fairly small country. That’s how precious and powerful an Auror user is.

‘My God, is this the Aura energy I’ve only heard about?’

Leffenhardt himself couldn’t believe it and looked at his entire body over and over again. He heard that even the Sword Saint Cyrus only awakened his Auror in his late 20s. It was said to be unprecedented progress on the continent and was praised as a genius. But Leffenhardt, who is not yet 20 years old, awakens an Auror?

But Gerrard looked like it was natural.

“Why are you so surprised? This is natural for our Jim Unbreakable training method. “I was already thinking that the time had come.”

Well, if the effect wasn’t this good, there would be no reason to use such an ignorant training method. While he was nodding his head in understanding, Gerard suddenly struck Reppenhardt in the abdomen with the steel mace he was holding.

Pow!

Reppenhardt just watched blankly as a destructive force that could crush a rock pounded his abs. I’m sure something came and hit me… … .

Gerard grinned.

“How do you feel? “It doesn’t hurt this much anymore, right?”

“Yes, Master… … .”

Repenhardt responded in a dazed voice.

‘Wow, the hard work has been worth it.’

The hardships I had endured so far flashed through my mind like a flash of light. I even thought that it would be worth going through that terrible hell if I could get this kind of reward. He said that he would be grateful to his master later when he reached a certain level, but it really seemed like Gerard wasn’t just saying empty words.

Gerard shrugged his shoulders proudly.

“By hitting the whole body, you train your body and at the same time continue to stimulate your survival instinct. A strong will to live increases one’s vitality, and this increased power is eventually expressed as an auror. Although the process is painful, there is no more efficient way to awaken Aurors on the continent than this! How do you feel, disciple? Do you now understand the excellence of this cultivation method?”

Gerard threw the steel mace to the floor. There was no need for this anymore.

“It’s almost time to end my batting training.”

The painful days are finally over! Leffenhardt smiled with joy. I was happy that I had awakened my Auror, but I was even happier that I wouldn’t have to get beaten again.

Gerard grinned.

“Now let’s move on to the next step. “I need to practice my skills.”

Ah, now I guess I’ll learn some normal martial arts. If so, you will be able to come down soon, right? During these two years, he did nothing but build muscle and get fit. He never learned to punch or kick properly.

Repenhardt asked, burning with enthusiasm.

“What is technical training, Master?”

Gerard grinned and raised his fist.

“Free sparring with me.”

“… … .”

Reppenhardt, speechless, looked up at his master’s fist. The two fists, reminiscent of dwarven steel hammers, were brimming with dazzling golden aura. It was very shiny, and its color seemed different from Repenhardt’s faint aura.

‘How much will it hurt if I get hit with that?’

Leffenhardt was soon able to feel the answer for himself.

“Aaaahhh!”

Reppenhardt was frustrated as he felt Gerrard’s ‘hawk of love’ frantically digging into his vital areas.

‘Hell full of love’ was not over. It was just the beginning.

3

Deep rugged terrain in the Rakid Mountains, southern Basil’s Kingdom.

A waterfall falls down a huge, as if carved cliff, and Yongso Lake is created underneath, making a loud sound of water. In a vacant lot next to the water where noise and spray mingled, a sturdy young man was punching the air.

“Huh!”

With a simple cheer, the fist tears through the air. Then comes the repeated hits. The consecutive strikes were so fast that an afterimage remained, and the movements were also perfect. If he had an opponent, he would have been frustrated to see the young man’s fist occupying every corner of him.

Next, basic movements such as kicking, round kicking, and jiregi continued. The young man’s limbs teased the air as he continued to take steps. The movements became increasingly complex. All the exquisite techniques that any martial artist would admire were incorporated into the mysterious movements of raising, reaping, kicking, and sweeping down.

Fists and kicks split the air, and the wind pressure alone creates a whirlwind. The sound of the loud wind fills the vacant lot.

Wooooow!

The young man who had invested so much time in shadow training (a practice practiced by imagining an imaginary enemy in the air) eventually stopped moving. He stood in place, clenched his fists and turned his head towards the cliff. A dazzling golden aura began to flow from his fist.

“Whoa… … .”

The young man took a breath. The muscles of his entire body tremble and swell. In that state, he pulled his fist back and lowered his posture. The young man muttered softly, reminiscent of a wild beast attacking its prey.

“Calamity Horn.”

Paaang!

The young man’s entire body rushed into the cliff, tearing through the air. The golden fist extends, creating ripples of dazzling light. The fist continues to tear the air, and ripples of light continue to spread. With three ripples of light surrounding him, the young man slammed his fist into the cliff.

Quang!

The atmosphere vibrated with an explosion, and a huge crater caved into the cliff. It was a sight as if a meteorite had fallen. The diameter seemed to be well over 10 meters.

Then, ripples of light gathered into the fist. The first, second, and third ripples are condensed into one point in succession, transforming into tremendous destructive power. Waves of condensed aura struck the cliff one after another.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!

Everything shook as if an earthquake had occurred. A thick cloud of dust rose up and countless debris flew in all directions. A moment later, when the dust settled, there was clearly a huge cave that had not been there even three seconds ago. Because the destructive power was so concentrated that the cliff did not even collapse. It was too horrendous to be considered the result of a mere human’s fist.

However, the person responsible for this transfer did not seem to like it. The young man, who was looking at the cliff while catching his breath, suddenly sighed deeply.

“Huh, is 3 stacks still the limit? I think we just need to do a little more… … .”

It was Reppenhardt, a young man with the appearance of a perfect warrior from head to toe, who turned 21 this year five years after his reincarnation.

It had already been three years since he had awakened to Auror, and Reppenhardt, who had been semi-forcibly walking the path of nothingness, had gradually become accustomed to life in the mountains. Gerard also did not treat his students as ignorantly as he used to. No, to be precise, the strength of the roll was the same as before and now, but it is correct to say that Reppenhardt has also become quite ignorant and can barely endure it.

“I have to train this damn Calamity Soul to 4 stacks to somehow get out of here, ugh… … .”

Reppenhardt muttered in dissatisfaction as he slowly warmed up his body with light stretching.

Jim Unbreakable’s final epitaph, Calamity horn.

An esoteric strike that focuses all the power of the entire body on one point and turns it into destructive power. This technique, called the ‘Horn of Disaster’ because the shape of the auror’s ripples converging in succession resembles a horn, was so difficult that it was only possible if one understood Jim Unbreakable’s martial arts skills to the limit.

Ultimately, if you pull out 9 stacks and 9 aura excommunications, it is a formidable power that can kill even a god. Even Tesron in my memories had a limit of 7 stacks, and even Gerard, the king of power at the time, could only learn up to 8 stacks. This secret technique could be said to be the ultimate point of nothingness that Jim Unbreakable was pursuing.

“And the master said that descending the mountain would be allowed only if there were at least 4 layers… … .”

Once the goal was clearly visible, Leffenhardt actively engaged in training. Gerard also noticed a clear change in his student’s attitude, and instead of sticking close to him like before, he significantly increased his personal training time. Even now, he had gone down to the village to replenish his daily necessities, leaving Reppenhardt to train alone.

By looking at the position of the sun, Leffenhardt roughly estimated the time.

‘It’s been a while since you went down to the village, so would you like to relax and have a drink?’

The old Gerrard didn’t even go down to the village. Instead, they spent a lot of money to have the supplies delivered deep into the mountains. Since he never knew when his disciple might run away, he had to watch over him for 24 hours. In addition, the amount of material needed to train a Wonche disciple was so large that it had to be carried on several carts, so no matter how big and strong Gerard was, he couldn’t carry it all by himself. (It’s possible, but it doesn’t look good.)

However, now that Repenhardt’s body has reached a state, there is no longer any need for the recovery water bottle, and there is no need to fill the energy consumed by awakening the Auror with an ignorant amount of food. All you had to do was buy an appropriate amount of food, and Gerard was going back and forth to the village to supply supplies these days.

‘In the past, I would have run away because I thought this was my chance… … .’

Suddenly, Repenhardt smiled bitterly.

I had no intention of running away anymore. Even if what I have endured so far is unfair, I cannot run away. Since I had come this far, I wanted to be recognized and leave.

Anyway, Reppenhardt, who had fully relaxed, shook his hands and feet and walked to the edge of the clearing.

“Today’s martial arts training should end here.”

Although Reppenhardt was caught at the end of the road leading down the mountain, he was in no hurry.

“Martial arts and magic are the same. “Don’t be impatient and don’t be relaxed.”

Didn’t Master do the same? Since everything in the world is ultimately the same, working hard consistently and sincerely is actually the shortcut. It doesn’t seem to be what Jim Unbreakable, who has the continent’s strongest shortcut training method to awakening Aurors by beating them to death and forcing them to awaken to Aurors, would do.

Reppenhardt climbed onto the rock, dusted the floor, and sat cross-legged. He muttered, closing his eyes.

“No matter how good martial arts are, you can’t neglect magic.”

With his eyes closed, Leffenhardt fell into meditation. For two years after his previous life, he was so beaten and stretched out that he couldn’t even bring himself to revive the magic of his previous life. However, after awakening his Aura, he managed to find some free time to practice his magic.

“Haaaa… … .”

Taking a deep breath, he slowly sank into his mind. He slowly reflects on all the magical levels and great knowledge he had learned in his previous life.

In fact, human memory is not very reliable. In particular, this body is not the original brain of Reppenhardt, who was said to have the best memory on the continent. Moreover, for the first two years, I was so busy getting beat up that I couldn’t even think of writing anything down. He didn’t even have a booklet to write down. To transfer all of his vast magical knowledge spanning the 10 circles into print, it would be enough to fill a library.

So, it would be normal for you to have forgotten quite a bit of your past life memories by now… … .

“Whoa…” … .”

With a simple deep breath, memories of his past life flashed through Reppenhardt’s mind like a flash of light.

What is a flashlight?

When the time comes to die, everything from the past passes by like a panorama in your head. And Reppenhardt had seen it again and again over the past five years. He must have almost died once or twice, right? Every day was a day of wandering through death.

I watched Zuma Deung so often that I slowly got the hang of it. As a result, Repenhardt developed a new, slightly strange ability.

We have reached the point where we can ‘artificially’ see the magic light. It was truly a product of coincidence, brought about by a soul with magical enlightenment that even the original Thesron did not have, and a muscular body that endured despite almost dying countless times.

He artificially displays an ‘artificial magic light’ in his mind and contemplates his past. I take out magical knowledge from it and examine it carefully as if I were reading a book from a library.

Reppenhardt suddenly raised his hand and waved it in the air. At the same time, a soft spell flowed from his mouth.

“Delphyr La Sterine, I will become a bullet that catches the air and strikes the enemy… … .”

The three major elements of magic are spells, somatics, and catalysts. The catalyst for the magic he is casting now is air, so there is no need to prepare separately. Reppenhardt, who had barely finished chanting after making a series of hand signs and taking about 20 seconds, stretched out his hand and shouted his starting word.

“Aero bullet!”

A gust of wind flew across and hit a tree. Yes. Just bumped into it. It wasn’t bent or broken, it just made a popping sound and shook a little.

Reppenhardt clicked his tongue as he looked at the slightly shaking tree.

“This is it… … “I remember all the magic, but my body doesn’t support it.”

To be exact, magic power and brains do not support it. I have enlightenment and knowledge, but my magic power is not accumulated, and above all, my computing power is very poor. Even the most basic 1-circle magic, Aero Bullet, which could be cast in an instant in the past, now takes a good 20 seconds. The power is also not very satisfactory. With this level of power, isn’t it any different from an adult picking up a pebble and slinging it? Well, the accuracy would be much higher.

Complaints came out of my mouth.

“Ah, can you really become a wizard with the head of this stone-headed Tethron?”

However, compared to the complaints, Reppenhardt did not look very downcast. He was already the strongest wizard in his past life and had thought of several ways to deal with it. The problem is that to do that, you first have to descend the mountain… … .

“We must quickly complete the four stacks and receive Master’s approval, grunt.”

Before we knew it, Reppenhardt was naturally calling Gerrard “master.” Even though it was a relationship between a priest and a twisted situation, he was definitely the one who trained him and taught him the secrets of great martial arts. He was worthy enough to be called Master.

Of course, thinking about that process still makes me shiver.

Even though his batting training was over, Leppenhardt’s hardships still persisted. Gerrard still cherished his student. He loved it so much that putting it in ice water in the middle of winter was not part of his training plan. He threw him off a cliff, roasted him in a bonfire, tied his arms and legs and threw him into a bear den. If you use your aurors well, you can break teeth with your muscles? Gerard’s regret that he couldn’t practice lava because there was no volcano nearby was indeed very close to the devil.

‘If you think about it, you really managed to survive. ‘It’s not for nothing that the rare secret of artificial magic was created.’

With a bitter smile on his face, Reppenhardt continued to practice magic. He was so low on magic that he could only use basic magic, but that was enough for now. Anyway, if you maintain your sense of magic, you will be able to find a way to return to the past as soon as you have the chance.

“Della di Fiana, stream of light, deceive the eye… … .”

The sonorous sound of magic chanting was softly echoing in the quiet mountains.

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