When I regressed, I was a martial arts genius

“Senior, hello.”

“My name is Heo Su-ra, I just entered this time.”

“I look forward to working with you in the future.”

They were male juniors who looked scary.

It was questionable that they were seventeen years old.

I said to the juniors who seemed older than myself,

“Don’t greet me anymore.”

“Excuse me? Did we do something wrong?”

“If you let me know, I’ll correct it.”

Lee Jun furrowed his brows and said,

“Am I a gangster? Should I receive greetings from you?”

“We’re sorry.”

Unlike when dealing with female juniors, Lee Jun treated male juniors differently.

“It’s okay, go on.”

“Yes. Have a good night.”

“Hah.”

Letting out a deep sigh, a female junior interlocked her arms.

“Senior, don’t worry about them and just go.”

“Yeah. What were we talking about before?”

Seeing the atmosphere of the female juniors tickling at my chest, my mind immediately relaxed.

‘I’m going to get addicted.’

Laughing and chatting, we arrived at the dormitory.

“Senior, we’ll be leaving now. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Go inside.”

I watched the pretty juniors enter the dormitory.

It would be nice if we could stay together just a little longer.

I was disappointed.

I should have slowed down my steps.

After the juniors disappeared completely, I entered the dormitory.

Returning to my room, I plopped onto the bed.

“Ah, this is nice.”

[…You’re just lying there aimlessly.]

“Hmmm. Just let me say it’s the kind, considerate senior’s demeanor.”

[After all, a man should be indifferent to women. This master stole many hearts because of this indifference.]

“Really?”

Lee Jun’s eyes sparkled.

He was distant from women.

He had only learned third-rate martial arts, so why would any woman show interest in him?

He remained a virgin until his death.

Because of this, he often became nervous in front of women.

[Indeed. If you only listen to the master’s words, you too can become a refined gentleman in no time. Who knows, perhaps the prettiest girl at school might take an interest in you?]

“Truly, I can only respect the master. So, what should I do?”

[Hoo-hoo. That’s the thing….]
Even though the night was deep, the two disciples passionately exchanged stories without sleeping.
Lee Jun was acquiring old-fashioned methods that had been passed down for over a thousand years as his know-how.

***

Inside the headquarters of the 15 Families Alliance, in the office of Paryuk Jin-gwon.

A cold atmosphere filled the room.

“Our Gi-Hong… his dantian is shattered?”

Min Wook’s face was hardened.

It was like hearing thunder from a clear sky.

He doubted for a long time whether he had heard it correctly.

“Who… did it?”

His voice cracked, sounding hoarse.

The subordinate trembled violently.

The atmosphere was filled with a chilling presence alongside his superior’s voice.

“Lee Jun….”

“Who did you say?”

Min Wook tilted his head skeptically.

He wondered if the name he was hearing was the same one he knew.

“That… loser Lee Jun broke Gi-Hong’s dantian….”

The subordinate couldn’t finish his sentence.

Bang!

Min Wook slammed his hand on the desk and stood up.

“Are you saying I should believe that!”

“It’s true….”

Min Wook’s face contorted in rage.

The disgrace of the family and a failure.

How could a lowly bloodline surpass his noble-born son?

“Is that bastard just playing games?”

The subordinate was drenched in sweat.

He heard that Gi-Hong started the fight first.

It was impossible to admit that Gi-Hong had been beaten unilaterally while being occupied with schemes.

“Ah, it seems so.”

“How dare you, lowly!”

A killing intent emanated from the massive 190cm frame.

The term ‘Paryuk Jin-gwon’ perfectly matched the tremendous sense of pressure it exuded.

“What were you doing?”

Min Wook turned his gaze toward his subordinates.

“We were taking turns for a moment….”

With a crack, a man’s head was shattered. The other man’s face turned pale as he witnessed it.

Min Wook’s cruelty was infamous.

However, there was one person he cherished more than anything—his son.

Almost like a guardian angel.

He forgave any wrongdoing.

Whenever a major incident occurred, he intervened to cover it up.

“Wasn’t your duty to protect Gi-Hong from the side?”

Min Wook grabbed the subordinate by the neck and lifted him.

“Kugh… I’m sorry….”

“My son lost his dantian. Do you expect forgiveness?”

“Krrk!”

The grip tightened around the subordinate’s neck.

Creak.

Min Wook twisted the subordinate’s neck and then spoke toward the door.

“Remove him.”

Clank.

The door opened, and someone entered to clean the blood-stained room.

The body of the deceased was carried away.

Shortly afterward, the room looked as if nothing had happened.

Left alone in the room, Min Wook made a phone call to someone.

“This is Min Wook. It seems Gi-Hong’s dantian was destroyed.”

-How did that happen….

The person on the other end sounded genuinely astonished.

“He seems to be at school, so bring him to the family’s recovery room immediately.”

Click.

Min Wook finished his statement and hung up the phone.

Chomp—

Grinding his teeth, he thought of Lee Jun.

“A bastard like you turned my precious son into a cripple?”

Lee Jun’s destruction was not enough.

He had always been content letting a bug like him live, but this incident made him realize something.

Pests shouldn’t be left alive.

“As my wife said, we should dispose of him.”

The destruction of one person wouldn’t bring a significant blow to the Shinryeok Family.

The price for harming his son was death.

Lee Jun decided to kill him.

In some ways, an uncle-nephew relationship.

Yet, in this modern age, such actions that would have been unthinkable before were becoming more frequent.

***

Vrrr—

Lee Jun opened the door and stepped inside.

His seat was at the back near the window.

Throughout his stay, he felt the gaze of the other students.

Occasionally meeting the eyes of male students, they quickly looked away.

It was as if they were afraid to meet eyes with the school’s bully.

However, the female students were different.

Their shy smiles flushed their faces with a red hue.

[You must remain indifferent. My disciple.]

‘I understand.’

Over the past few days, Lee Jun had been attending Master Mugeuk’s lectures.

The so-called “Refined Gentleman Project.”

To gain popularity among women, it was said that one had to be cool and indifferent.

Although he wanted to raise his hand to acknowledge, he held back.

Thus, staring out the window.

Watching the clear blue sky.

Bang!

“Lee Jun, let’s have a match!”

The classroom door slammed open, and a male student stepped forward.

He had become a new powerhouse at the school.

With that rise came repercussions.

Some who couldn’t accept his strength now sought him out.

“It’s annoying, so just go.”

Lee Jun didn’t even glance at him, simply waving his hand dismissively. However, the student wasn’t one to back down so easily.

When he made a move toward his waist, grabbing at his sword handle.

“If you draw that weapon, you’ll die.”

Lee Jun turned his head to face the male student.

He simply stared.

The moment the student locked eyes with Lee Jun, his entire body broke into a cold sweat.

He trembled uncontrollably, as though struck by a chill.

“Ugh!”

The student felt intense shame at realizing he was terrified by just a gaze.

Determined not to back down, he drew his sword.

Or at least, he attempted to.

Clang—

The sword almost slid out of its sheath but was pushed back in by Lee Jun’s hand.

The student’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

It was Lee Jun, standing tall and gazing down at him.

“You heard what I said.”

Those were the last words the student would hear from Lee Jun.

The next day, and the day after.

Male students who doubted Lee Jun’s strength continued to approach him.

The result was the same every time—unconsciousness.

Only students above Class 4, those ranked D or higher, were able to witness even the slightest movement of Lee Jun.

The others fell without seeing his punches.

In no time, the rumor spread.

Lee Jun’s rank started at D-class.

It was an acknowledgment that came too late.

Of course, there were still those who couldn’t accept the truth.

Sophomores ranked within the top 50.

The students ranked C or higher remained passive, merely observing.

“This might lead to Lee Jun defeating the entire student body.”

“At this rate, it seems likely.”

“Nah. Breaking into the top 10 is impossible. They’re B-class, after all. The difference between D or C and B is huge.”

That was true.

The gap between D and C was substantial, and the difference between C and B was even greater.

As the rankings rise, the gap naturally widens.

Students ranked within the top 10 weren’t simply B-class anymore.

They had reached a level of mastery.

Beyond first-rate, they had ascended to ultra-first-rate.

It was only natural for them to look down on the newly rising Lee Jun.

“Can’t you keep quiet? Who’s talking during attendance time!”

Kim Tae-hyung shouted at the male students who were chatting.

He pressed his temples with his hand.

He had tried to cover up an incident during the grading process but failed.

New plans continued to elude him.

Yet, the news of Lee Jun’s victories kept spreading.

This wasn’t an ordinary school—it was a martial arts academy.

The law of survival of the fittest prevailed here.

The school tacitly approved of students fighting.

Lee Jun simply stood still, yet students from other classes kept picking fights, forcing Kim Tae-hyung to watch silently.

‘How can a D-rank Awakener defeat a C-rank Awakener? Just sit quietly.’

Even with the best combat techniques simulated in the capsule room, Lee Jun matched them with his skills.

Students who challenged Lee Jun only elevated his reputation further.

“One hour to draft the curriculum and submit it. From the next class onward, follow the schedule you’ve created.”

Kim Tae-hyung glared at Lee Jun before turning away and leaving the classroom.

‘The poison is rising.’

Kim Tae-hyung’s insides were likely burning with fury.

Fear of the Shinryeok Family—or more precisely, the anger of Gi-Hong’s father, his uncle—loomed over him.

If that happened, Kim Tae-hyung’s life as an Awakener would be over.

He would disappear from this world entirely.

Eliminating useless people was a principle of the Shinryeok Family.

‘I wonder how Father will respond.’

Unlike in the past, he had become a useful person.

By now, his father must be paying attention to him.

Curiosity gripped him.

How would he respond?

***

In the training hall of the Shinryeok Family.

A middle-aged man sat cross-legged with his upper body bare.

Gong—

Every time the man circulated his energy, the surroundings trembled.

The cave trembled, and dirt fell from the ceiling.

“Huuh.”

Exhaling deeply, the man released the breath he had held.

Completing his energy circulation, he clenched his fists, holding back his anger.

The man was the current head of the Shinryeok Family, an inheritor of the vision left by the Huangbo Family. People called him the Sovereign King, one of the top superhumans representing South Korea.

His mission was to elevate the Heavenly Sovereign Technique to the next level—the Sumi Heavenly Sovereign Technique.

Yet, despite years of effort, progress had stagnated.

Amidst his troubled thoughts, he sensed someone approaching through his energy perception.

“Hyungjun?”

“Yes, Patriarch.”

The man who descended from the sky deeply bowed his body.

“What’s going on with the family?”

“Gi-Hong, Young Master, has been defeated.”

“By whom?”

The voice of Sovereign King Ikonmu carried no emotion.

Messing with the children of the Shinryeok Family was akin to attacking his child.

He had been undergoing intensive seclusion training, but even so, he couldn’t turn a blind eye.

However, an unexpected name escaped Sae-Joon’s lips.

“It was Lee Jun.”

“That one?”

Sovereign King Ikonmu’s eyes widened sharply.

“Yes.”

“How can a man who didn’t inherit bloodline succession possibly defeat Gi-Hong, who inherited the family’s martial arts?”

Bloodline succession was the most crucial factor in the era of superhumans.

Failing to receive martial arts from parents?

It was akin to being born with nothing but recessive genes.

Yet, that very man had defeated Gi-Hong, who inherited the family’s martial arts.

An unbelievable revelation.

A mark—the character for “heaven” —emerged on Ikonmu’s forehead.

“News of Lee Jun is spreading rapidly throughout the Wulin Academy.”

“Haha. Is this truly happening?”

“What should we do? Lord Minwook has sworn to kill Lee Jun.”

“Give Minwook the family’s elixir for his sorrow. And keep a close eye on what Lee Jun is doing.”

Sae-Joon hesitated for a moment.

“Do you have anything else to say?”

“Gi-Hong, Young Master’s dantian… has been destroyed.”

“…Did Lee Jun do that too?”

“Yes.”

The training hall fell into a heavy silence.

To have a dantian destroyed meant the life of a superhuman had come to an end.

Restoration was possible through intense effort, but the failure rate was high.

Only elixirs of the highest quality, like those dropped from gates, had a chance at healing it.

It was only natural for Ikonmu to react this way, but soon after,

“Khahaha.”

The sound of his laughter echoed throughout the training hall.

“Lee Jun did it? Khahaha. That action suits the name of Shinryeok perfectly. Good, very good.”

Ikonmu was greatly pleased with Lee Jun’s bold actions.

While it was unfortunate that Gi-Hong’s dantian had been destroyed,

his son must show no mercy, even to his cousin.

That was the Sovereign King Ikonmu.

Dominating with sheer power.

The Shinryeok Family followed the principle of ruling with overwhelming strength.

No one dared to oppose.

Lee Jun’s actions fit perfectly with the ideals of the Shinryeok Family.