Martial Arts Ain't That Big of a Deal

Chapter 183

“Well, I have something to say...”

Namgung Su-a stepped into the room. Chun-bong, who had been checking Seo-jun’s luggage to make sure he packed properly, lifted her head slightly.

“Unni?”

“Ah, Geum is here too?”

“Yeah. Why? What’s up?”

“No, it’s nothing like that...”

Namgung Su-a smiled bashfully and gently grabbed Seo-jun’s sleeve.

“Huh.”

But her smile wasn’t the same as usual. It had a hint of disappointment—no, more like she was slightly pouting.

“I figured you’d forget about the wish again.”

“Ah.”

Seo-jun couldn’t help but marvel at his own memory. Even a goldfish would’ve remembered this by now...!

“So I’ll just use it myself.”

“What?”

“Why? Got a problem with that?”

Seo-jun didn’t dare claim ownership over the wish.

“Nope...”

In the blink of an eye, what had definitely been his wish was transferred to someone else.

As Seo-jun pouted, Namgung Su-a giggled.

“Then I’ll use it now?”

“Sure. What are you gonna use it for?”

Honestly, most things didn’t even need a wish. If she just asked, he’d probably do it. What kind of wish needed this much buildup?

Seo-jun stared at Namgung Su-a, and she suddenly grabbed his collar.

“What the....”

He felt like his collar was getting grabbed more often these days.

Was this really okay? While Seo-jun hesitated, Namgung Su-a leaned in closer.

“Close your eyes.”

“Huh?”

“Forget it if you don’t want to.”@@@@

Before their lips touched, her chest pressed lightly against his. The soft, evolved sensation gently squeezed Seo-jun’s chest.

“Hngh...!”

And then, their lips met. Seo-jun’s eyes widened as his lips were stolen while wide open.

Chun-bong, who had been watching, also dropped her jaw.

“Uh...?”

But why did the kiss last so long? Namgung Su-a squirmed, Seo-jun panicked and stepped back—

Each time Namgung Su-a’s hand brushed against his body, Seo-jun flinched.

Eventually, Seo-jun backed up against the wall, and Namgung Su-a pinned him with her arms. A wet, sticky sound escaped between them.

“What, what the hell...!”

Chun-bong jumped up.

I mean—her tongue—! And her hands were even—!

Chun-bong froze, unable to do anything as the long yet short kiss finally ended.

Namgung Su-a licked her lips, now glistening with saliva, and gave Seo-jun a seductive laugh as she looked at his dazed expression.

“Thanks for the wish. Next time... I’ll be waiting, okay?”

Neither Chun-bong nor Seo-jun could say a single word. Only Namgung Su-a left the room humming a cheerful tune, completely satisfied.

“W-what....”

What the hell just happened? Chun-bong couldn’t process reality.

Was that... an adult’s kiss?

Chun-bong couldn’t possibly keep up. How could they do something like that...?

Thud—

Eventually, Chun-bong’s brain overloaded, and she collapsed to the floor.

Seo-jun, who had been sitting blankly, also followed suit and slumped down.

“Wow...”

Seo-jun had become an adult.

Seo-jun sat in a daze for a while before finally leaving the Namgung household.

Things had gotten a little weird at the end, but he made sure Chun-bong and Namgung Su-a had entered seclusion before saying goodbye to the others.

‘Seriously....’

His perspective had expanded—a mature Seo-jun soared into the sky using the Mixed Origin Sun and Moon Art.

Honestly, he couldn’t even fully process what had happened. Namgung Su-a hadn’t seemed too used to it either; their teeth had bumped a few times.

He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it felt... good.

Especially when her hands had wandered to strange places.... A strange sensation prickled his nerves like goosebumps.

‘No wonder people always say to be careful around women.’

Liquor, gambling, women. Weren’t those the three things to avoid?

Honestly, compared to liquor and gambling, women didn’t even seem that dangerous.

Apparently, the ancestors had plenty of hands-on experience to make such warnings credible.

BOOM—!!

Seo-jun flew toward his first stop, Hanam, deep in thought.

The Supreme Void Dragon-Slaying Sword shattered the shield wall.

BOOM—!

The massive impact sent shield bearers flying in all directions.

“Ugh...!”

“Ack...!”

Even as their limbs were torn apart, all they let out were suppressed groans.

Just as Pungwol clicked his tongue, Hong San issued another command.

“Archers, fire.”

SHHHHH──────

A hail of arrows filled the air. Pungwol’s eyes flashed.

“Enough of these games!”

Arrows? Sure, they were dangerous—especially when fired by elite archers who had trained their entire lives.

But that was it. Battles were ultimately decided by the strongest fighters.

Swoosh────

Pungwol’s sword swept through the rain of arrows, deflecting them all.

Yet Hong San smirked.

“Games? Hardly.”

Thud—!

Stray arrows struck Kunlun disciples and Demonic Cult soldiers alike.

Meanwhile, Hong San closed in on Pungwol.

The single move Pungwol used to block the arrows was enough to tip the scales in an expert duel.

“You demonic bastard...!”

Pungwol clenched his teeth and prepared to take the hit—

Rumble—!

Something fell from the sky.

The speed was so overwhelming that even Pungwol and Hong San, focused entirely on each other, couldn’t react in time.

BOOOOOOOM──────!!!

Dust exploded into the air, rising high enough to blot out the sky.

Pungwol burst into laughter.

“Heaven’s judgment! Even the heavens can’t stand the sight of you!”

Debris rained down like a storm. Pungwol swept his sleeve, clearing the dust.

“Let’s see...”

A massive crater lay before him.

Hong San was utterly obliterated, not even leaving a trace.

At the center of the crater stood a man.

Haa...

With his exhale, the air froze.

Crackle—!

Frost spread across the area, and Pungwol’s face stiffened.

“Heaven’s judgment, my ass. Has the Primordial Heavenly Master lost his mind...?”

The man spread his arms, and his sleeves unraveled into dozens of threads.

Shudder────

Pungwol’s voice cracked as he screamed.

“Run! Get out of there...!!”

Ssshhhh────

The man’s arms moved, and dozens of Qi-infused threads followed.

Pungwol could only gape at the aftermath.

“W-what the hell... is that monster...?”

It was too much to be the result of a single motion.

Slash────

The entire area was diced into hundreds, no, thousands of pieces.

The Demonic Cult soldiers were reduced to chunks of flesh, while rocks, trees, and earth turned into a grotesque soup.

Sssk—

The threads reformed into sleeves.

The man looked over his handiwork and met Pungwol’s gaze.

“Looks like I’m lucky today.”

Baek Seo-jun smiled.

“Plenty of scum to kill.”