Shenjing was the military and political center of Zhongzhou. It wasn’t the only military base built here. These airfields normally operated quietly and anxiously. However, today, the quiet small military airfield had a special day.
The top commanding officer stationed here did not ever expect any generals to be here at all. But here they are, two lieutenant generals were currently present on the airfield!
There was even a martial dao master… the founder of Korea’s Neo Taekwondo, Bae Seong-Joon! The Martial God of the State of Korea that was revered by many martial artists here. Today, he wore a white Taekwondo robe and sat quietly on the futon. He was so calm, just like the calm before the storm.
Even at a distance of more than ten meters, the commanding officer of the base, Yang Kelai could still feel the quiet yet suffocating aura of Bae Seong-Joon clearly. Any closer to Master Bae, and Commander Yang might even be crushed by the master’s overwhelming aura.
This was the master of martial dao, a real martial dao master who had been famous for years! Yang Kelai took a peek at the two lieutenant generals beside him – Zhao Huzi from Zhongzhou and Lee Myeong-Jeong from the State of Korea.
Similarly belonging to the East Asian Military Administration, Lee Myeong-Jeong’s seemingly gentle smile gave away a sinister vibe. Zhao Huzi’s unhappy face, on the other hand, gave away a more comfortable vibe to those near him.
Yang Kelai knew that something was up with both generals today. He had already begun to expect the unexpected, hoping that whatever happens next will not affect him.
The sounds of huge propellers of a plane and its supersonic noise roared across the skies. Bae Seong-Joon, who was sitting on a futon and getting some shuteye suddenly opened his eyes, emitting electric-like beams of light from within. Yang Kelai’s heart twitched a little. His expression is terrifying!
That expression didn’t resemble a lightning bolt striking the room, but rather one directly hitting the mind and spirit of everyone!
“Hmph!” Zhao Huzi let out a sigh of discontent from his nose and walked out of the door without looking at Bae Seong-Joon.
Lee Myeong-Jeong saw Zhao Huzi’s actions and smiled gleefully. Does it matter even if you, Zhao Huzi express your dissatisfaction? You already knew who was stronger the moment you met and shook hands with Bae Seong-Joon.
Comparisons of quality and standard also existed even both were in the realm of martial dao masters. Having entered the realm of martial dao masters for many years, Bae Seong-Joon not only bore tremendous power in every move he made but also had a quality understanding of martial dao and the control of power. Zhao Huzi, who had just entered the realm of martial dao master, was not able to compare with masters like Bae Seong-Joon.
With only a handshake, Zhao Huzi had lost instantly! Looking at the results of the handshake, Lee Myeong-Jeong could see the death of Qin Fen in advance.
“Hey Master Bae, should we go out too?”
Bae Seong-Joon got up silently and walked out without saying a word.
…
Almost concurrently, the plane that was flying stably in the sky suddenly encountered brief turbulence before recovering.
The pilot was stunned and sneaked a peek at Qin Fen who was in the back. What just happened? The moment that deeply asleep, un-threatening looking young man at all opened his eyes, I felt as if a dagger stabbed my heart.
The martial artist who sat beside Qin Fenplaced his hand on his heart subconsciously with a shocked expression. What the hell is this young man doing? As silent as a baby, how did he emit such an amazing light that like a huge lightning bolt the moment he opened his eyes?
Qin Fen slowly raised his body and looked down at the airport through the window pane. His eyes locked on the middle-aged martial artist in white Neo Taekwondo robes instantly.
That sudden burst of chilling murderous intent earlier belonged to that person! Qin Fen slowly leaned back to his seat. For someone with that power in Neo Taekwondo, it could be no one but the founder himself — the Korean Martial God, Bae Seong-Joon!
Qin Fen felt the slow descent of his plane as he was still reasoning with himself on what he just saw. Maybe the first-disciple of Bae Seong-Joon in rumors also possessed such power. But the person below was certainly not the first-disciple, Zhang Tianhe. His age didn’t match with the age of the martial arts master below.
The plane landed at the airport safely. The moment he got off the plane, Zhao Huzi’s angry and worried expressions turned into a sincere and happy laugh.
More than a month! It took more than a month! Zhao Huzi did not expect that Qin Fen, the colonel who left arbitrarily without permission, underwent a huge development in martial dao! The changes were clearly noticeable from his body, signaling the maturing of his martial dao.
In just over a month! Zhao Huzi did not hide his happiness as he strode forward and grabbed Qin Fen’s shoulders, “Cheeky c*nt, you’re finally willing to come back?”
Qin Fen allowed Zhao Huzi to hug him before giving a formal military salute. Qin Fen shouted like a proper soldier, “Lieutenant General Zhao, Colonel Qin Fen reports for duty!”
“Good, very good!” Zhao Huzi once again brought Qin Fen into his arms and lowered his voice as he told Qin Fen, “Be careful, that bastard beside Lee Myeong-Jeong is the infamous Korean martial dao master, Bae Seong-Joon who started a new sect. I shook hands with him earlier and was defeated by him in a flash.”
Qin Fen was surprised. Zhao Huzi’s Nirvana Marrow Transformation had entered the realm of fifteen stars and was considered a powerful master of martial dao. To be defeated by Bae Seong-Joon with just a handshake… the name of the Korean Martial God was not an exaggeration by the Koreans out of national pride. Just from the display of hostility earlier he could feel that the guy was the real deal.
“Colonel Qin, I’ve heard of many great things about you. It’s the first time meeting you today.” Lee Myeong-Jeong stepped towards Zhao Huzi and Qin Fen with a fake smile, “I’ve heard that you have completed your missions, that’s why I came to visit today. I wanted to have a look at the pride of East Asia for myself.”
“General.” Qin Fen still gave a military salute. This was the rule of the military. If he didn’t salute the general, he would give this seemingly unscrupulous general an excuse to get a hold on him and put himself at a severe disadvantage in the army.
Lee Myeong-Jeong smiled as he evaluated Qin Fen with admiration, like a senior who love their younger juniors.
Zhao Huzi sneered as he watched on. His beard kept cocking up as the corners of his mouth moved and intensified his disdainful expression.
“Good, as expected of the pride of East Asia.” Lee Myeong-Jeong nodded repeatedly in approval. His expression turned from the initial admiration into an awkward one, “Apart from visiting you today, I
have another matter that I have to do. I need to introduce you to someone…”
Lee Myeong-Jeong took two steps backward to the right and presented Bae Seong-Joon in front of Qin Fen as the gaze of Bae Seong-Joon nailed Qin Fen.
“Bae Seong-Joon, the Martial God of the State of Korea, also the founder of Neo Taekwondo, Master Bae.”
Lee Myeong-Jeong showed an expression of pride and glory that indescribable by words. He wasn’t putting up a show, as his expression was genuine. Any Korean would have this prideful expression when mentioning Bae Seong-Joon.
After the rapid rise of both ancient and neo martial arts, the Taekwondo that was once popular fell into decline and took along the pride the Koreans once held.
When Taekwondo was at its lowest point due to the popularization of old and new martial arts that fancy and strong, Bae Seong-Joon appeared and popularized his Neo Taekwondo across the nation. In recent years, he had also been promoting Neo Taekwondo outside Korea.
Bae Seong-Joon was the pride of the entire State of Korea. Therefore, it was not an exaggeration to call him the Pride of Korea.
Since his debut, Qin Fen had repeatedly heard the name of Bae Seong-Joon. It can be said that Master Bae was one of the most familiar names for Qin Fen among the current masters. This master debuted from the Sacred Martial Hall, start a new sect while Taekwondo was close to being obsolete in Korea by establishing Neo Taekwondo, toiling blood and sweat to revive Korean nationalism.
Meeting him for the first time after hearing his name for a long time, Qin Fen felt the sharp gaze of Bae Seong-Joon resembling a saber as he evaluated Bae Seong-Joon on the other side.
The physical appearance of the Martial God of the State of Korea wasn’t considered very handsome. His stature was not as tall and mighty as imagined. Excluding the murderous aura, if he had put on a business suit, no one would believe that he was the founder of Neo Taekwondo.
Single layered eyelids and slightly long cheeks, with thick short hair and light-colored eyebrows. Coupled with his ordinary stature, he doesn’t stand out from the crowd at all in the looks department.
Facing a murderous aura, Qin Fen just gave up displaying his niceties to Bae Seong-Joon. Imbuing the personality of the Divine Fist, Qin Fen had no interest in faking politeness to someone that was looking for trouble.
“Hmph…” Bae Seong-Joon expressed his annoyance coldly with a frown. Every young martial artist he met would’ve immediately greeted him with politeness. It was the first time for Bae Seong-Joon to meet a rude and young martial artist like Qin Fen.
Even though the strength of this young man had surpassed the basic level of a martial dao master and Bae Seong-Joon was here to settle scores with him, facing such an attitude, Bae Seong-Joon still expressed his dissatisfaction with concrete action.
Qin Fen smiled nonchalantly. So what if he’s a martial dao senior? Did it matter if he’s the Martial God of the State of Korea that started a new sect? Why should I be aggrieved if he’s here looking for trouble?
The Martial God of the State of Korea? Qin Fen put his hands behind his back and stood proudly as straight as a pen, smiled faintly at the same time. Even if he was Song Wendong, the Martial God of Earth, one of the strongest martial artists in the world, Qin Fen would also dare to defy his orders with action. He had also planned to take a leave to propose marriage to the Song household after completing his mission.
Bae Seong-Joon saw a calm expression in Qin Fen’s actions and frowned deeper than before. He opened his light red lips and asked, “Did you kill Ren Ying?”
The pilot in the plane felt a sharp drop in temperature the moment Bae Seong-Joon asked the question. A deep murderous intent could be felt in his cold words even for those uninitiated in martial arts.
Qin Fen nodded. There’s no use in denying that. He did not plan to deny anything, nor explaining anything to the famous Korean master.
As a martial artist, Qin Fen would rather believe that the cat and mouse were lifelong best friends since the beginning instead of believing those able to reach the stage of martial dao masters that had not killed and spilled a drop of blood before, as innocent as a little white rabbit in Ivory tower.
How can one understand the cruelty of martial dao when they haven’t had a taste of life and death? And how can those unable to understand the cruelty of martial dao become a martial dao master?
It was impossible for martial artists who had never killed anyone before to produce such a ferocious murderous spirit!
Since Bae Seong-Joon had also taken a lot of lives, Qin Fen believed that he would be understanding of the fact that the loss of lives was part and parcel to dueling. And he should even understand that it was difficult to restrain their powers unless they knew their opponent was really weak.
For an eighteen-year-old martial artist, no matter how much of a prodigy he is, they would find it was hard to fight against Cai Renying who had the strength of the fourteen-stars class. It’s a miracle to not be killed by her, which threw the thought of showing mercy to her out of the window.
If Bae Seong-Joon still came over and looked for trouble even after understood those things, it would be useless to explain anything at all. Any explanation at this point would only make Qin Fen appear weak.
Weak? In the millions of years since the formation of the Sahara, it had never appeared weak to anyone. Qin Fen lived in the Sahara, isolated, for almost two months. His fists techniques were imprinted with the glory and history of the Sahara spanning millions of years. At this point, how could he appear weak to a murderous martial arts master that came looking for trouble?
I am a martial dao master, am I not? Qin Fen stepped forward instead of retreating, and slowly opened his mouth and said, “Not only that, but Kim Ji-Seok was also killed by me. Even Li Yongjun was also killed by me after he was defeated.”
The more the Divine Boxing formed, the more Qin Fen was influenced by his own martial arts. Where’s the need to hide things that were done by a Deity of Truth?
I admit that I did it! This wasn’t reckless honesty, but the aura of not hiding anything. As his fist techniques were imprinted with such auras, he would naturally start to act the same way as a person.
Forcing his personality and styles of doing things with his fist and path of martial dao… Qin Fen knew that he might not reach the peak of martial dao in his life, but his path of martial arts might not advance. Or worse, it could cause him to regress.
“You killed Li Yongjun?” Lee Myeong-Jeong’s elegant smile turned stiff, ruthlessness and cruelty covered his entire cheek, and a fierce light burst out. His ferocity resembling a demon from Hell.
Shenjing was the military and political center of Zhongzhou. It wasn’t the only military base built here. These airfields normally operated quietly and anxiously. However, today, the quiet small military airfield had a special day.
The top commanding officer stationed here did not ever expect any generals to be here at all. But here they are, two lieutenant generals were currently present on the airfield!
There was even a martial dao master… the founder of Korea’s Neo Taekwondo, Bae Seong-Joon! The Martial God of the State of Korea that was revered by many martial artists here. Today, he wore a white Taekwondo robe and sat quietly on the futon. He was so calm, just like the calm before the storm.
Even at a distance of more than ten meters, the commanding officer of the base, Yang Kelai could still feel the quiet yet suffocating aura of Bae Seong-Joon clearly. Any closer to Master Bae, and Commander Yang might even be crushed by the master’s overwhelming aura.
This was the master of martial dao, a real martial dao master who had been famous for years! Yang Kelai took a peek at the two lieutenant generals beside him – Zhao Huzi from Zhongzhou and Lee Myeong-Jeong from the State of Korea.
Similarly belonging to the East Asian Military Administration, Lee Myeong-Jeong’s seemingly gentle smile gave away a sinister vibe. Zhao Huzi’s unhappy face, on the other hand, gave away a more comfortable vibe to those near him.
Yang Kelai knew that something was up with both generals today. He had already begun to expect the unexpected, hoping that whatever happens next will not affect him.
The sounds of huge propellers of a plane and its supersonic noise roared across the skies. Bae Seong-Joon, who was sitting on a futon and getting some shuteye suddenly opened his eyes, emitting electric-like beams of light from within. Yang Kelai’s heart twitched a little. His expression is terrifying!
That expression didn’t resemble a lightning bolt striking the room, but rather one directly hitting the mind and spirit of everyone!
“Hmph!” Zhao Huzi let out a sigh of discontent from his nose and walked out of the door without looking at Bae Seong-Joon.
Lee Myeong-Jeong saw Zhao Huzi’s actions and smiled gleefully. Does it matter even if you, Zhao Huzi express your dissatisfaction? You already knew who was stronger the moment you met and shook hands with Bae Seong-Joon.
Comparisons of quality and standard also existed even both were in the realm of martial dao masters. Having entered the realm of martial dao masters for many years, Bae Seong-Joon not only bore tremendous power in every move he made but also had a quality understanding of martial dao and the control of power. Zhao Huzi, who had just entered the realm of martial dao master, was not able to compare with masters like Bae Seong-Joon.
With only a handshake, Zhao Huzi had lost instantly! Looking at the results of the handshake, Lee Myeong-Jeong could see the death of Qin Fen in advance.
“Hey Master Bae, should we go out too?”
Bae Seong-Joon got up silently and walked out without saying a word.
…
Almost concurrently, the plane that was flying stably in the sky suddenly encountered brief turbulence before recovering.
The pilot was stunned and sneaked a peek at Qin Fen who was in the back. What just happened? The moment that deeply asleep, un-threatening looking young man at all opened his eyes, I felt as if a dagger stabbed my heart.
The martial artist who sat beside Qin Fenplaced his hand on his heart subconsciously with a shocked expression. What the hell is this young man doing? As silent as a baby, how did he emit such an amazing light that like a huge lightning bolt the moment he opened his eyes?
Qin Fen slowly raised his body and looked down at the airport through the window pane. His eyes locked on the middle-aged martial artist in white Neo Taekwondo robes instantly.
That sudden burst of chilling murderous intent earlier belonged to that person! Qin Fen slowly leaned back to his seat. For someone with that power in Neo Taekwondo, it could be no one but the founder himself — the Korean Martial God, Bae Seong-Joon!
Qin Fen felt the slow descent of his plane as he was still reasoning with himself on what he just saw. Maybe the first-disciple of Bae Seong-Joon in rumors also possessed such power. But the person below was certainly not the first-disciple, Zhang Tianhe. His age didn’t match with the age of the martial arts master below.
The plane landed at the airport safely. The moment he got off the plane, Zhao Huzi’s angry and worried expressions turned into a sincere and happy laugh.
More than a month! It took more than a month! Zhao Huzi did not expect that Qin Fen, the colonel who left arbitrarily without permission, underwent a huge development in martial dao! The changes were clearly noticeable from his body, signaling the maturing of his martial dao.
In just over a month! Zhao Huzi did not hide his happiness as he strode forward and grabbed Qin Fen’s shoulders, “Cheeky c*nt, you’re finally willing to come back?”
Qin Fen allowed Zhao Huzi to hug him before giving a formal military salute. Qin Fen shouted like a proper soldier, “Lieutenant General Zhao, Colonel Qin Fen reports for duty!”
“Good, very good!” Zhao Huzi once again brought Qin Fen into his arms and lowered his voice as he told Qin Fen, “Be careful, that bastard beside Lee Myeong-Jeong is the infamous Korean martial dao master, Bae Seong-Joon who started a new sect. I shook hands with him earlier and was defeated by him in a flash.”
Qin Fen was surprised. Zhao Huzi’s Nirvana Marrow Transformation had entered the realm of fifteen stars and was considered a powerful master of martial dao. To be defeated by Bae Seong-Joon with just a handshake… the name of the Korean Martial God was not an exaggeration by the Koreans out of national pride. Just from the display of hostility earlier he could feel that the guy was the real deal.
“Colonel Qin, I’ve heard of many great things about you. It’s the first time meeting you today.” Lee Myeong-Jeong stepped towards Zhao Huzi and Qin Fen with a fake smile, “I’ve heard that you have completed your missions, that’s why I came to visit today. I wanted to have a look at the pride of East Asia for myself.”
“General.” Qin Fen still gave a military salute. This was the rule of the military. If he didn’t salute the general, he would give this seemingly unscrupulous general an excuse to get a hold on him and put himself at a severe disadvantage in the army.
Lee Myeong-Jeong smiled as he evaluated Qin Fen with admiration, like a senior who love their younger juniors.
Zhao Huzi sneered as he watched on. His beard kept cocking up as the corners of his mouth moved and intensified his disdainful expression.
“Good, as expected of the pride of East Asia.” Lee Myeong-Jeong nodded repeatedly in approval. His expression turned from the initial admiration into an awkward one, “Apart from visiting you today, I
have another matter that I have to do. I need to introduce you to someone…”
Lee Myeong-Jeong took two steps backward to the right and presented Bae Seong-Joon in front of Qin Fen as the gaze of Bae Seong-Joon nailed Qin Fen.
“Bae Seong-Joon, the Martial God of the State of Korea, also the founder of Neo Taekwondo, Master Bae.”
Lee Myeong-Jeong showed an expression of pride and glory that indescribable by words. He wasn’t putting up a show, as his expression was genuine. Any Korean would have this prideful expression when mentioning Bae Seong-Joon.
After the rapid rise of both ancient and neo martial arts, the Taekwondo that was once popular fell into decline and took along the pride the Koreans once held.
When Taekwondo was at its lowest point due to the popularization of old and new martial arts that fancy and strong, Bae Seong-Joon appeared and popularized his Neo Taekwondo across the nation. In recent years, he had also been promoting Neo Taekwondo outside Korea.
Bae Seong-Joon was the pride of the entire State of Korea. Therefore, it was not an exaggeration to call him the Pride of Korea.
Since his debut, Qin Fen had repeatedly heard the name of Bae Seong-Joon. It can be said that Master Bae was one of the most familiar names for Qin Fen among the current masters. This master debuted from the Sacred Martial Hall, start a new sect while Taekwondo was close to being obsolete in Korea by establishing Neo Taekwondo, toiling blood and sweat to revive Korean nationalism.
Meeting him for the first time after hearing his name for a long time, Qin Fen felt the sharp gaze of Bae Seong-Joon resembling a saber as he evaluated Bae Seong-Joon on the other side.
The physical appearance of the Martial God of the State of Korea wasn’t considered very handsome. His stature was not as tall and mighty as imagined. Excluding the murderous aura, if he had put on a business suit, no one would believe that he was the founder of Neo Taekwondo.
Single layered eyelids and slightly long cheeks, with thick short hair and light-colored eyebrows. Coupled with his ordinary stature, he doesn’t stand out from the crowd at all in the looks department.
Facing a murderous aura, Qin Fen just gave up displaying his niceties to Bae Seong-Joon. Imbuing the personality of the Divine Fist, Qin Fen had no interest in faking politeness to someone that was looking for trouble.
“Hmph…” Bae Seong-Joon expressed his annoyance coldly with a frown. Every young martial artist he met would’ve immediately greeted him with politeness. It was the first time for Bae Seong-Joon to meet a rude and young martial artist like Qin Fen.
Even though the strength of this young man had surpassed the basic level of a martial dao master and Bae Seong-Joon was here to settle scores with him, facing such an attitude, Bae Seong-Joon still expressed his dissatisfaction with concrete action.
Qin Fen smiled nonchalantly. So what if he’s a martial dao senior? Did it matter if he’s the Martial God of the State of Korea that started a new sect? Why should I be aggrieved if he’s here looking for trouble?
The Martial God of the State of Korea? Qin Fen put his hands behind his back and stood proudly as straight as a pen, smiled faintly at the same time. Even if he was Song Wendong, the Martial God of Earth, one of the strongest martial artists in the world, Qin Fen would also dare to defy his orders with action. He had also planned to take a leave to propose marriage to the Song household after completing his mission.
Bae Seong-Joon saw a calm expression in Qin Fen’s actions and frowned deeper than before. He opened his light red lips and asked, “Did you kill Ren Ying?”
The pilot in the plane felt a sharp drop in temperature the moment Bae Seong-Joon asked the question. A deep murderous intent could be felt in his cold words even for those uninitiated in martial arts.
Qin Fen nodded. There’s no use in denying that. He did not plan to deny anything, nor explaining anything to the famous Korean master.
As a martial artist, Qin Fen would rather believe that the cat and mouse were lifelong best friends since the beginning instead of believing those able to reach the stage of martial dao masters that had not killed and spilled a drop of blood before, as innocent as a little white rabbit in Ivory tower.
How can one understand the cruelty of martial dao when they haven’t had a taste of life and death? And how can those unable to understand the cruelty of martial dao become a martial dao master?
It was impossible for martial artists who had never killed anyone before to produce such a ferocious murderous spirit!
Since Bae Seong-Joon had also taken a lot of lives, Qin Fen believed that he would be understanding of the fact that the loss of lives was part and parcel to dueling. And he should even understand that it was difficult to restrain their powers unless they knew their opponent was really weak.
For an eighteen-year-old martial artist, no matter how much of a prodigy he is, they would find it was hard to fight against Cai Renying who had the strength of the fourteen-stars class. It’s a miracle to not be killed by her, which threw the thought of showing mercy to her out of the window.
If Bae Seong-Joon still came over and looked for trouble even after understood those things, it would be useless to explain anything at all. Any explanation at this point would only make Qin Fen appear weak.
Weak? In the millions of years since the formation of the Sahara, it had never appeared weak to anyone. Qin Fen lived in the Sahara, isolated, for almost two months. His fists techniques were imprinted with the glory and history of the Sahara spanning millions of years. At this point, how could he appear weak to a murderous martial arts master that came looking for trouble?
I am a martial dao master, am I not? Qin Fen stepped forward instead of retreating, and slowly opened his mouth and said, “Not only that, but Kim Ji-Seok was also killed by me. Even Li Yongjun was also killed by me after he was defeated.”
The more the Divine Boxing formed, the more Qin Fen was influenced by his own martial arts. Where’s the need to hide things that were done by a Deity of Truth?
I admit that I did it! This wasn’t reckless honesty, but the aura of not hiding anything. As his fist techniques were imprinted with such auras, he would naturally start to act the same way as a person.
Forcing his personality and styles of doing things with his fist and path of martial dao… Qin Fen knew that he might not reach the peak of martial dao in his life, but his path of martial arts might not advance. Or worse, it could cause him to regress.
“You killed Li Yongjun?” Lee Myeong-Jeong’s elegant smile turned stiff, ruthlessness and cruelty covered his entire cheek, and a fierce light burst out. His ferocity resembling a demon from Hell.
