Absolute Regression Chapter 776

Episode 776: Knocking before impurities mix in

After parting ways with his father, Geommu-geuk wanted to summon the Heavenly Demon Soul and learn the Eighth Form of the Nine-Handed Demonic Art, and see what had changed.
However, his priority was to greet the person who most closely resembled the Heavenly Demon Soul in appearance.

“Master! How have you been?”

Kwon Ma immediately noticed the change in the sword dance.

“Take off your clothes.”
“You took off your disciple’s clothes the moment you saw him!”
“Stop joking!”

Geommugeuk completely removed his shirt.
Kwonma, who had been quietly watching Geommugeuk, opened his eyes wide.

“Really? Have you completely transformed?”

Kwon-ma recognized the physical changes in Geommu-geuk at a glance. Because they often trained topless together, the recognition was even more evident.

“Yes, I was fortunate enough to be reborn through this exodus.”

For a moment, surprise crossed Kwonma’s face. For anyone, a complete transformation was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Just as his father had done, Kwon Ma carefully examined Geommu Geuk’s body. While his father had examined it with a parental heart, looking for any flaws in the transformation process, Kwon Ma examined his body with a different perspective.

“For those who have learned martial arts, the transformation is incomparable to that of those who have learned other martial arts.”

Come to think of it, that’s true. In martial arts, where you use your entire body to fight, the body itself is a weapon. So, that weapon had changed.
For Kwon Ma, this transformation meant so much to him that he even used this expression.

“You, who have been demonstrating the martial arts of humanity, have now begun to demonstrate the martial arts of heaven. You have reached the realm of unity between heaven and man.”

Come to think of it, perhaps what Master desired more than anyone else was a complete transformation. Knowing this, Geommu-geuk listened intently to his master’s words.

“It would be a shame for both the martial artist and the body to not be able to achieve the greatness of the Wall Power Shura Fist with that body, right?”

It was Geommu-geuk who had already visited Kwonma once and asked to be taught the Byeokryuk Sura Kwon from the beginning. With that training, Geommu-geuk was able to advance to the next level.

The level of looking at martial arts had risen so high that even the great master of Byeokryuksuraquan was not that far away.

“I will definitely achieve great success on this occasion.”

As soon as he mastered the Eighth Form of the Nine-Hawk Demonic Arts, Kwonma demanded that he achieve the Great Mastery of the Wall-Powered Shura Fist.
Geommu-geuk believed this series of events was a coincidence brought about by a transformation.
This transformation organically linked and influenced unexpected events. It wasn’t just a coincidence of the mind and body.

“Have you ever fought since you were transformed?”
“No, not yet.”

I wondered why he’d suddenly asked that.
Kwon Ma seemed lost in thought for a moment. Despite his appearance, which suggested he had no worries in life, Kwon Ma was a more cautious man than he appeared.

“Are you busy now?”

His master, looking troubled, asked if he was busy. No matter how busy he was, his answer was the same: “Even if Father calls, I can’t go right now.” The situation required him to do something.

“No. What’s left is time!”
“Just wait a minute.”

Kwonma went into his quarters and came out a moment later.
He was carrying a box. I couldn’t tell what it contained, but the traces of time on it suggested it hadn’t been used for a very long time.

“Follow me.”

Kwon Ma took Geommu Geuk and left the Cheonma Shrine.
The two raced through the sky to reach Daecheonsan Mountain. Kwon Ma took Geommu Geuk to a small clearing near the mountain’s largest waterfall.

He placed the box down on the rock there and stood in front of the swordsman.

“Do you believe in me?”
“Why are you suddenly saying that?”
“Answer me.”
“I do. I believe in Master more than in myself.”

It wasn’t empty words. Kwon Ma possessed a certain trustworthiness. If he had to wait a hundred years, he would stand there silently, seemingly unwavering.

“How much do you respect me?”

The swordsman flinched and took a step back.

“Why are you acting so scary?”
“Answer me.”
“I will respect you much more than you think.”
“Then at least you won’t be angry that I hit you for no reason, right?”
“Yes?”

The moment the words fell, Kwonma’s fist split the air.

WHEEW!
THWACK!

The sudden attack caused Geommu-geuk to fall, clutching his stomach. Was it because he lacked the will to kill? Or was it because the attack lacked the power to do so? The Cheonmahoshingong didn’t activate.

“Never use your internal energy in future attacks, and never use any self-defense techniques.”

The sword dance got up from its place.

“It’s not just any other punch, it’s Master who’s throwing a punch, so if you do that, you’re telling me to die…….”

puck!

The sword dance was knocked out by Kwon Ma’s fist again.

If his fists were imbued with internal energy, he would naturally die or suffer fatal injuries.
However, Kwonma’s fists contained only the energy of a wall. He could infuse his fists with that energy without using internal energy.

Of course, that doesn’t mean it won’t hurt, right? You’re getting punched by a demon.

Boom! Boom!

Kwonma’s fists struck repeatedly. A tingling, electrical current flowed from the affected area.

“No, are you beating me up just because I transformed first? If you keep doing this, rumors will spread that you beat me out of jealousy…”

Thud thud thud thud!

The fists flew in earnest. Kwon Ma didn’t just hit a specific area. He struck his entire body. He struck not only his torso, but also his arms, legs, and even his face.

Gradually, the strength of the fist grew stronger, and the flowing thunder energy also became stronger.

Even as he was being beaten up, Geommu-geuk knew, of course, that Kwon-ma was training his body.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have beaten his disciple like this.

That’s why Geommu-geuk tried his best to avoid using the Heavenly Demonic Defense Art.
But even if his internal energy wasn’t fully utilized, how could he possibly remain in constant pain while using the Heavenly Demonic Defense Art? Geommu-geuk exerted all his might to prevent it from activating.

‘I have to try to keep you from activating when it hurts this much!’

Thud! Thud! Thud!

“No, are you hitting me from behind so cowardly!”

The flying fist became even stronger.

“It hurts! Master! My disciple is dying!”

It wasn’t a joke. It really hurt. And when the lightning flowed through the area I was hit, I screamed involuntarily.

I could feel it even as I was hitting.
Kwonma was striking with all his concentration.

‘My master is having a harder time than I am right now.’

I could sense the immense drain on Kwonma’s psychic power. It was understandable, for a single wrong strike could seriously injure me. No, if I was unlucky, I could even die.

Thud! Thud! Thud thud thud!

When Geommugeuk could no longer endure the punches and was about to faint, Kwonma shouted loudly.

“Hold on!”

The sword dance player opened his eyes wide.

“This process is like hammering iron to make it stronger. The material we have now is iron, a perennial material. We’re hammering it before it becomes contaminated with impurities.”

The ten thousand-year-old iron was his own body, and the hammer that struck it was the fist of Kwonma.
It was the fist of the most skilled fighter in the martial arts world, poured into his every nerve, and imbued with even more lightning, it was truly the most precious hammer in the world.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

If Kwon Ma hadn’t become a disciple, this chance encounter would never have happened. He wouldn’t have dealt such a brutal blow to the cult leader.
But now, Kwon Ma was throwing punches, considering him his disciple.

After being beaten with all his might, Kwonma’s punches finally stopped.
Geommugeuk collapsed, but that wasn’t the end.

“Go under the waterfall right now.”
“With this body?”

As if he couldn’t waste time, Kwon-ma threw the sword dance down the waterfall.

“You must never use your internal energy!”
“Then I’ll die! Ugh!”

But contrary to what he said, Geommu-geuk didn’t use his internal energy, but instead took the fall with his bare body. It was a painful experience, but he tried to ensure the waterfall hit his entire body.
That’s probably what he was hoping for when he was thrown here. Judging by the fact that he started here, this process must be just as crucial as the blows themselves.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwakwa.

As the falling waterfall struck my injured body, it felt as if my entire being was melting away. The pain I felt now was even more painful than the pain I felt when I was transformed.

But Geommugeuk gritted his teeth and endured it.

How much do you trust Kwon Ma?
I trust him enough that I wouldn’t mind dying if something went wrong.

After enduring and enduring, Geommugeuk eventually fainted at the waterfall.

How much time had passed?
When Geommu-geuk opened his eyes, Kwon-ma was looking down at him.
The terrifying Kwon-ma looked haggard, as if he had expended so much energy.

“……Master.”
“Are you awake?”

He was lying on a rock next to a waterfall, his body emitting an unidentifiable medicinal scent.
Geommugeuk knew it. The box Kwonma had brought out earlier contained the medicine he was applying.

“You held on well. I believed you could endure it.”

I felt that things had gone well as I saw the smile on his blunt expression.

“A transformed body is truly magnificent in itself. It’s usually described as perfect. But if you train that magnificent body well, it becomes even more perfect.”

Kwon Ma revealed that the previous incident was not a simple punch.

“The technique I used on you was the Thunder Strike Muscle Forging Technique. It’s a secret technique, passed down along with the Byeokryuk Shura Kwon, that destroys skin and muscles with lightning energy, then regenerates them. It’s a secret technique that can only be used once on a completely transformed body. I never thought the day would come when I would use it in my generation.”

Geommugeuk got up. He thought he’d be too sore to even get up, but as if by magic, his body felt light.

“Go and take a cool shower in the waterfall.”

Geommu-geuk went to the waterfall and washed himself.
After coming out, he examined his body. Despite being beaten so terribly, not a single bruise remained.

My skin became clearer and more refined, and my muscle tone improved. I could feel myself becoming stronger. The Mannyeonhancheol had now become a treasured sword made of Mannyeonhancheol.

“It would have been better if someone better than me had taught me the Brain Attack Technique, but this was the best I could do.”
“Where in the world is there a better fist than Master’s?”

Geommugeuk suddenly stood up and bowed deeply to Kwonma.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you so much for connecting my destiny to an even greater destiny.”

Kwonma smiled happily, rejoicing that his efforts had not been in vain.

“Make sure that the Wall Power Shura Kwon also becomes a great success.”

The chance for a complete transformation did not end here.

“Master, please teach me again.”

Geommu-geuk didn’t postpone training in the Wall-powered Shura Fist. With Kwon-ma having devoted himself to her to such an extent, he couldn’t delay achieving greatness.

This was actually an opportunity for him.
And Geommugeuk knows. The door of opportunity never stays open for long.

“I will visit you every day until the thunder from my fist disappears.”

The goal of the sword dance wasn’t simply to achieve greatness. It was to achieve a deeper realm, to silence even the sound of thunder. There’s a certain momentum in martial arts that defies common sense. I was determined not to let this momentum slip away.

‘I’ll break through them all at once!’

Geommugeuk thrust his fist forward, and Kwonma thrust his own in front of it. Although his fists were still the size of an adult’s and a child’s,

“Okay, now let’s make that fist into an adult fist!”

From that day on, Geommu-geuk began practicing the Byeokryuk Shura Kwon. After
completing the training he had just begun, he returned home, activated the Space-Time Transference Art, unleashed the Time-Heavenly Secret Art, and then swung his fists.

The next day, when I went to see Kwon Ma and trained with him, Kwon Ma was secretly surprised.

‘You changed so much in just one day?’

He thought it was due to his transformation and the secret arts he had unleashed, but that wasn’t the only reason. The training time for the sword dance wasn’t just one day.

Training with the transformed Geommu-geuk greatly inspired Kwon-ma.
How could it not?

It was a completely different person, a completely transformed person, who was a swordsman, and who even received the Brain Attacking Danggeun method. It was a training session with such a person.

The questions from the sword dance drama, which came up every so often during breaks, touched on the core of martial arts. They provided Kwon-ma, who was advancing toward the ultimate meaning of martial arts, with an opportunity to reflect on his own training and the art. The two men generously shared the profound meaning of martial arts.

Kwon Ma completely abandoned his intention to teach. He instead
trained together.
With this mindset, he devoted himself to swordplay and training. The chance for transformation continued, extending even to Kwon Ma’s own mind.

For Geommu-geuk, training with Kwon-ma was the most fitting for his martial arts training.
Kwon-ma was a man who never gave up. Once he started throwing punches, he’d keep throwing them until his arms fell off.
Geommu-geuk was no different.

There was no sound from Kwon Ma’s fist, while Kwon Moo-geuk’s fist emitted a thunderous sound.
Back when he had trained with Geom Moo-geuk, Kwon Ma had said this.

―I don’t know if my fist will make a sound again.

There was no longer any thunder coming from his fist, but he said that if he passed that stage again, he would hear the sound.

One man threw his fist to make thunder sound again, and the other threw his fist to make thunder sound from his fist.

In the Dongkwonmun training grounds, the thunderous clap of swordsmanship could be heard every day. The Dongkwonmun’s iron fists trained to the sound of thunder.

The next Kwon Ma-in, Cheon So-hee, looked in the direction of the thunder with deepened eyes.

‘The executioner is really training with all his might.’

This constant thunder meant an endless barrage of punches. They were all silenced by the endless thunder.

How could I neglect my cultivation when my master and great brother are cultivating so diligently?

The Iron Fist fighters also trained together, giving it their all. Even when they all collapsed from exhaustion, Cheon So-hee continued to throw her punches.
Even when Cheon So-hee collapsed, the sound of thunder continued.

One day, as his grueling training with Kwonma continued,
Geommu-geuk’s fist sliced ​​through the air. In an instant, Geommu-geuk’s new form stopped.
As usual, the fist flew through the air, landing without a single crack of thunder.

‘I did it!’

As Geommugeuk looked at Kwonma with a face full of joy, the fruits of their efforts fell together as if by fate.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

From the fist of the demon, a thunderous roar, unprecedented in its scale, burst forth.
It shook the very foundations of the earth, a thunderous roar that could be heard from anywhere in the vast Heavenly Demon Sect.

It was the moment when the owner of the thunder changed.