## Chapter 198 – The Pathless Way
A transcendent speed was felt.
Floating above the ground as I delivered a dropkick, it was as if the world appeared beautiful. I can do it. Now I can do it. Full-Burst Attack.
A dreamlike technique filled with childhood longing.
That mythical dropkick landed squarely.
“ㅡGerk?!!”
Whoosh!
Incredible destructive power. Serka, struck head-on by the dropkick, flew away and rolled across the ground about three times. I immediately performed a rolling fall, minimizing the damage from the fall and quickly getting back on my feet.
I did it.
I actually did it.
The attack was successful. Serka, who had turned to look at me at my shout, had momentarily turned her body to take a defensive stance, but it was physically impossible for a woman’s small body to block Kim Katz’s full-power dropkick.
In the first place, her martial arts uniform offers little defense.
It’s an attack with 100% armor penetration.
ㅡThrill.
“Oh, oh!!”
ㅡJoy.
“Oooooooooooooh!!!!!!!!!”
I ran madly towards Serka again, circling her as she retched in pain, and let out a frenzied shout.
“Kuh… Kuh-huh! You, you bastard…!”
“Long time no see, Serka! I’ve missed you so much!”
“Y-You crazy son of a bitch! Cough, cough! Euh-huh! M-My side…!”
There’s no special reason.
I just wanted to land a hit.
ㅡNo agonizing.
I recalled the promotion match.
ㅡAnd thus, Buddha.
Back then, I acquired the Konpeito and just glossed over it. Why? Because I didn’t want to cause problems related to promotion. So I let Serka, who tried to drive the party into the abyss of death, go.
Just promising myself for the future.
I decided that I would beat her up if we ever met again.
And now, in this moment of reunion with her, I simply put it into action without any agony or hesitation. Morality? Judgment? I, the true macho man who has become half-Buddha, was long since liberated from such trivial problems.
Because what I do is the right thing, the path to Buddhahood.
“Get up! You KKK-like bitch! Do you know how many black people died because of you guys! You Columbus-like son of a bitch! You goddamn imperialists!”
I grabbed Serka by the neck and shoulders to lift her up roughly. Recalling the resonance of racial discrimination. That terrible sin. Many Jews died, and many black people died as well.
Racism was absolute evil.
The absolute evil of human history.
I decided to confront it head-on, dedicating my life to it.
It’s enough to have Hitler and Columbus on Earth.
At least in this other world where Claudia and Winnie are.
I will not tolerate such beings being born.
“Kuh-huh…! A-Agh! It hurts, it hurts! Let go!”
“Don’t exaggerate! This is nothing compared to their pain!”
“W-What are you talking about… Kuh-hook!”
I lifted Serka up, who was writhing in pain and groaning with a grimace, and put my arm around her shoulder. Her hell starts now. Because my fist, strengthened by extreme muscle training and mana manipulation, will mercilessly strike her stomach.
“Prepare yourself, racist! I will destroy your sins with my iron fist!”
“Kuh… Heuh! D-Don’t do it!”
Serka’s face began to turn pale as I showed her my fist. She said in a terrified voice.
ㅡThe black people who died in the sugarcane fields must have said the same thing.
ㅡThe Jews who screamed in the concentration camps were the same.
There is no forgiveness.
There is no mercy.
If you have committed a sin.
You must pay the price.
I wrapped the fist with the Kanggi generated based on the contempt for the weak. It was the moment when the omnipotent steel fist was about to be embedded in Serka’s abdomen.
“S-Serka!!!”
Suddenly, angry voices stopped my fist. What? When I checked, they were male martial artists wearing martial arts uniforms of the same color and similar design as Serka.
“What is this!”
Ah.
Are they her colleagues?
Or people from the same dojo?
The way they were running with angry faces was like watching mad bulls. They came up to me, who was shoulder to shoulder with Serka. One of them pointed at me and shouted.
“W-Who are you! What did you do to Serka!”
His face, in a martial arts stance, was distorted with anger. A blond, well-built man. But he was not as good as me, and his posture seemed to have many flaws. The guy behind him… is he similar?
As I checked the opponent’s strength, my fighting spirit soared.
All martial artists are my enemies!
I want to fight!
I want to be intoxicated with martial arts!
Show me your strength!
“Hey, it’s a misunderstanding. I know Serka.”
“You know her?”
Still, as a gentleman, I had no choice but to try to negotiate with a smile. Because I haven’t been attacked first yet. If possible, I want to just take Serka and end it amicably. That’s how I feel.
I want to go back to the dorm quickly.
As the standoff continued, Serka squeezed out her life force and said with difficulty.
“Kuh-huh…! R-Run away! This man is dangerous…!”
“Shut up, Serka! What’s dangerous isn’t me, it’s your ideology!”
How many people do you think have died on Earth because of that cruel ideology! When I saw it, it seemed that Serka had not yet come to her senses. This is the end. Neither Buddhists, Christians, nor Zoroastrians can save her.
She has become a being possessed by evil.
The only thing that can save her is the secret fist technique of the Cheonma Shin-gyo!
Enraged, I spread my palm and slapped Serka’s snout.
ㅡThwack!
“Kahak!”
A scream erupts.
Lips burst.
Blood was on my palm.
“Heok! You bastard!”
“How dare you, Serka!”
At the same time, the male martial artists were shocked. Each of them, wearing iron knuckles, exuded a ferocious aura as if they were about to pounce on me right away.
“Don’t come near me! Unless you want to see Serka die!”
It was an impulsive remark.
I immediately grabbed Serka’s neck, put my fist on her temple, and spun it around. “Kuh-heuh! Don’t do it! It hurts!” The fist-spinning of terror. Looking back, it was a technique that Crayon Shin-chan always suffered from his mother.
“A hostage!”
“Such a cowardly…!”
The shocked male martial artists cried out in vain. This is not a hostage. It was more accurate to see it as capturing a war criminal as a prisoner. Even as my fist pressed down on her temple, Serka spat out words.
“O-Oppa! P-Please! Please just run away! I’m okay…! This barbaric man is dangerous! Go get the other Oppas…!”
…Oppa?
Looking at their appearance, they are not biological siblings, so are they just calling them that at the dojo? Wait. What is Custo doing? What about Roel? I was also very curious about that, but I decided to turn off my interest.
Because those two are no longer related to me.
I have no grudge against Custo.
Of course, I have a little bit against Roel, but he’s a wizard, so I can’t touch him.
Then, of course, Serka has to take the blame.
“Serka is saying that too! Now get lost!”
“Kuh…!”
The martial artists hesitated for a moment.
But if they back down in a situation where their colleague is suffering, they cannot be called martial artists. They are cowardly, but they know loyalty, limited to their colleagues. Didn’t I get beaten to death because of that in the past?
“Don’t worry, Serka! We’ll save you soon!”
Yes. That’s how you should come out.
“T-There’s no need for that! Run away quickly…!”
Serka’s desperate cry.
Her fear was abnormal. It is speculated that she instinctively recognized that I was Cheonma. Anyway, as if determined by that desperate plea, the two men who faced each other nodded with determined faces.
An infinitely serious attitude.
The two men took a stance.
Without either of them going first,
ㅡIyo-oooooob!!!
ㅡKkyaaaaaaab!!!
The two men kicked off the ground at the same time.
It was like the Vajra warriors rushing towards the demons of hell. Their martial arts uniforms fluttered, and their trained upper bodies were faintly visible. They rushed towards me without thinking about the aftermath.
What. These crazy bastards.
Can’t you see Serka, who is being held by me right now?
In a hurry, I decided to use Friend Shield to block the attack.
“Friend Shield!”
ㅡThwack!
“Kahaaaaak!!!”
Surprisingly, as soon as I put Serka forward, unbelievable ancient mythical fist techniques were embedded in her body. “Heok!” The blond male martial artist widened his eyes in shock as if he had witnessed the truth of the destroyed continent of Atlantis.
“W-What are you doing! Serka! Are you okay?!”
“Keoheok…! Keok keok!!”
I was also shocked.
“Serka has been fucked up!”
Serka, who was beaten by the Oppas she trusted, vomited stomach acid. It was so dirty that I just pushed her away roughly. ㅡThwack! The blond martial artist caught her as she was about to fall.
“You crazy bastard!”
“No, you were the one who hit her.”
“Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!”
The martial artists howled.
Seeing them get angry after they fucked up Serka, it seemed that the martial artists were not in their right minds. And with a truly raging momentum, the two men rushed at me, unleashing combined martial arts.
“Ho! Have you mastered combined martial arts!”
Admiring, I took the stance of Siljang Kwonbeop as it was. “Kkiyoooooob!” The martial artist’s shout was like Copson’s scream. If you only consider the sound, I would give it about 100 points.
“Slow.”
ㅡPapat!
I unleashed a fist at the blond martial artist who rushed in first. At my current level, I don’t need a sword to deal with these morons. Before his knuckles could reach me, my punch was embedded in his face.
“ㅡKuteob?!!”
“Dominic!”
So his name is Dominic.
Anyway, the combined martial arts were broken, but you can’t take back an attack that has already been executed. The guy who attacked after him was throwing a kick.
“Fist. Next is foot.”
There is no need to even use Cheonma Gunrimbo. I just read the enemy’s movements and simply moved my feet to avoid it. If I had to give it a name, yes. Let’s call it Siljang Footwork.
“ㅡAvoided?!”
I grasp the trajectory of the attack avoided by stepping on Siljang Footwork, and immediately put in a counterattack. What technique would be good? Taekwondo? Siljang Kwonbeop? Cheonma Shingong? Ah, having many options was this enjoyable.
This is the path of martial arts.
Avoid the attack, perform the counterattack.
These two simple concepts felt very enjoyable.
It burns my soul that despises the weak.
“Rankyak.”
In the end, I chose the leg technique of a foreign country. The kicked leg was embedded in the martial artist like a slash with a sword.
“Keoheok!”
“Is your martial arts uniform from mail order?”
The martial artist rolled on the floor in a collapsed posture.
“Weak bastards. Weakness. That is your downfall. The heart that cares for your colleagues is commendable, but that’s all. If you rely on your colleagues, you can’t gain true strength.”
“Kkeuhe… Euk! Keoheok!”
In an instant, two martial artists were fatally injured and collapsed. Even so, I have given enough power control. If I exert my full power, a series of murders will occur.
“You guys are Boonchungs.”
Of course, I can do that because I am confident that I can cut down a truckload of these shitty bastards.
The power I have gained by fighting bloody battles at the crossroads of life and death, and only with the desire and obsession to survive. And extreme training is by no means a joke.
“Kui kui.”
I have become stronger.
It’s definitely a small amount of mana, but the fact that I can use it freely is great.
With that alone, I could increase the efficiency of body strengthening without mana consumption and use more efficient attacks and evasions. The lightened body sublimated into optimal movement.
“Ah…!”
Serka knelt down and stroked her Oppas, who were foaming at the mouth and fainted with shocked faces. It’s a pity. But we still have debts to settle.
I grabbed her arm.
“To a better world.”
“What… What… What did I do wrong…”
Imperialist.
Racist.
Serial killer.
All of them are insensitive to other people’s emotions, so they don’t know what they did wrong. If you mess with me, Kim Katz, you have to pay the price until you die. Serka was the one who first looked down on me as a barbaric swordsman and caused me pain.
This is an absolute truth that will never change.
“We’re going together, Serka.”
I grabbed the arm of Serka, who was shedding tears, and moved to take her to a secluded place. There are witnesses. But when a fight breaks out, the personality of the people here is to just cross their arms and watch with pleasure rather than report it.
It’s not like fights are rare.
This level of commotion is not even considered a commotion when there are no deaths.
Just now, some spectators even applauded.
“Serka. I have a lot of regrets about you.”
“Heuek…! Heuek!”
“Don’t cry… Is anyone going to eat you? I’m just going to beat you with a club and let you go.”
How long had I been dragging Serka around?
“Hey.”
Someone.
No, the representative of a group called me.
“Barbarian swordsman. Stop there.”
“What kind of racist is it this time, shee-pul.”
I turned around.
“Hoo.”
ㅡWhat was coming was an army of martial artists.
The scene when I first came to Isbanth and was beaten by martial artists unfolded.
Racists.
No.
Racist-ers!
