Chapter 1

@Ganzajang

The worst martial arts instructor of the Blood Cult, reborn as a master in a rural martial arts school.

*Previous work: The Retired Reincarnator's Life

# 51-126 (Ani-CG's work)

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## Chapter 1. Master!

"Of course, from the beginning… cough!"

Every time I open my mouth, blood gushes out.

I know that speaking is dangerous when I'm so severely injured, but I can't bear to hold back the boiling anger inside me.

"You planned to kill us all."

Grinding my teeth, I glared at the old man in front of me, whom I could tear apart and still not feel satisfied.

"Heh heh. So the man known as the Iron-Blood Instructor can make such a face too."

Elder Ma Nao of the Blood Demon Cult sneered, revealing his yellowed teeth. His fingers, thickened by the Black Bone Technique, were drenched in blood—my blood.

I clenched my teeth and pressed my palms against my intestines, which were trying to spill out of my abdomen.

"I will drag you, who betrayed me, to hell."

"Did I betray you?"

Ma Nao laughed in a resigned manner, then his brows twisted into a demonic expression as he spoke.

"Let's be honest."

"What do you mean?"

"You never trusted me. That's why the 'waste materials' who should have been dead are standing behind you now."

Grrrrrr!

A formidable aura rose from behind me.

It was the overwhelming aura of four absolute experts who had just heard the word 'waste materials.'

Right now, behind me stood four absolute experts, each of whom could vie for the title of the best in the world.

Meng Huo'e, the Green Forest Duel King.

Xian Yuanhou, the Mad Demon.

Yin Yelin, the Ice Moon Goddess.

Murong Hun, the Sword Master.

These experts were rumored to have disappeared decades ago, but the truth was that they had been kidnapped by the Blood Demon Cult's schemes and had been imprisoned in a dark underground dungeon for decades, living a life worse than death.

And I was the martial arts instructor who had studied and analyzed their techniques, teaching them to the Blood Demon Cult's disciples.

Boom!

A man who resembled a giant tiger stepped forward and shouted.

"Go! We will kill all of you today and destroy the Blood Cult!"

Meng Huo'e, the Green Forest Duel King.

Due to the lack of proper meals and exercise in the dungeon, he was emaciated, but his innate physique and thunderous voice remained unchanged.

Swoosh.

A man with sharp features and disheveled hair stood beside the Green Forest Duel King, drawing his sword.

"…Today, the Blood Cult will be erased from the martial world."

Xian Yuanhou, the Mad Demon.

Once the best disciple of the righteous sect, he had forsaken his family in his obsession with martial arts and embarked on a hundred duels. He won all of them but became a public enemy of the martial world due to his excessive cruelty and was eventually reported missing.

Whoosh!

A cold wind and frost surrounded the woman.

"Finally… the day to avenge this humiliation has come."

Yin Yelin, the Ice Moon Goddess.

She was the young palace master of the Northern Sea Ice Palace, who had disappeared decades ago, causing the martial world to prepare for a full-scale war with the Northern Sea Ice Palace.

"…I will ask. Is my son… really dead?"

The last to speak was an old man.

The three experts, each with a strong sense of pride, naturally stepped back when the old man stepped forward.

Murong Hun, the Sword Master.

An expert who had once aspired to be the greatest swordsman in history, now looked at Ma Nao with a mix of anger, sorrow, and madness.

"…If you can prove that my son is still alive and bring him to me, I will not hold you accountable and will leave quietly. But if he is really dead…."

—Whoosh.

The无形的剑气 from the Sword Master made the faces of the hundreds of experts from the Blood Demon Cult, who surrounded us, turn pale.

'Indeed, the Sword Master…'

The bodies of the four absolute experts were not in good condition due to their long suffering in the dungeon, but their auras surpassed their prime.

However, a cold smile played on Ma Nao's lips as he looked at them.

"Heh heh. The waste materials are really putting up a fight."

Ma Nao's gaze swept over the four absolute experts and finally landed on me.

"I always knew you would betray the cult someday."

The reason the absolute experts, who had been imprisoned in the dungeon for decades, were freed was because I released them from the dungeon.

Because I couldn't just die at the hands of that old man.

"Betrayal? Bullshit. You were the one who tried to kick me out first."

I was an orphan, kidnapped by the Blood Demon Cult when I was very young and forced to become a martial artist.

Fortunately, I had a talent for martial arts and quickly rose in rank and status.

'If my dantian hadn't been damaged, I might have had a position by now.'

But after a damn accident, my dantian was damaged, and I could no longer use my internal energy.

To survive in the Blood Demon Cult without internal energy, I had to do something drastic.

In the end, I chose to study martial arts and become an instructor.

I started researching various martial arts, from the basic techniques of the Blood Demon Cult to more advanced ones, and became an instructor teaching these techniques to kidnapped children, just like I was in the past.

'What I started to survive… ended up killing me.'

About ten years ago, Ma Nao, who had been closely observing the martial arts instructors, secretly called me.

He assigned me the task of researching the techniques of the four absolute experts imprisoned in the dungeon.

And he made me responsible for teaching these techniques to the selected disciples of the cult.

To me alone.

"From then on, I suspected that you would kill us all to silence us once you were no longer useful."

"So you conspired to restore the techniques of these waste materials?"

To be precise, I didn't restore them.

The dantians of the four absolute experts were destroyed, their meridians blocked, and their limb tendons severed.

I was able to temporarily restore them thanks to a book I found by chance in the martial arts library.

'But it won't last long.'

Even if we survive today by luck, the four absolute experts won't live long.

…And neither will I.

I smiled bitterly.

"It's too unjust to just die when my master orders it. I wanted to at least bite back properly once."

"…I thought you were a straightforward man, but you're actually a cunning fox."

Ma Nao laughed in resignation and nodded.

We had nothing left to hide from each other.

"You're right. Even if you can't cultivate internal energy, it's too dangerous to keep someone who knows four techniques that can vie for the title of the best in the world. Besides, you've already recorded all your research in manuals."

You damn old man.

I anticipated this, so I subtly altered the most important parts of the manuals.

In the future, anyone who practices these techniques will fall into madness and die.

Heh heh. I smiled bitterly and said,

"Do you regret not dealing with me earlier?"

"Of course, I do. I paid a heavy price for misjudging you."

Ma Nao looked around with a bitter expression.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The blood spilled by the Blood Demon Cult to stop us from escaping the dungeon.

I smiled and said,

"Today will be recorded as the worst bloodbath in the history of the Blood Demon Cult."

"…It won't be recorded. You will all die here, and the cult will not record this defeat. So, did you have enough time to recover from your injuries?"

"Didn't we both need time?"

I smiled at Ma Nao.

Damn.

I don't want to admit it, but I'm similar to that old man.

Ma Nao seemed to think the same and chuckled.

"Good timing. I needed a stage to test your creations."

One side of the encirclement around us parted, and familiar faces stepped forward.

"…"

The moment the four men and women stepped forward, my face and the faces of the experts behind me twisted.

"Surely…"

"…Huh. You taught them well."

"It can't be."

"…"

The four expressionless men and women who stepped forward exuded an aura remarkably similar to the four absolute experts behind me.

…It couldn't be otherwise.

They are my best 'creations,' the result of studying and improving the techniques of the four experts.

As combat weapons with completely eradicated personalities, they have no qualms about killing their master.

'But I didn't expect them to step forward.'

They are the secret weapons of the Blood Demon Cult.

Because they were completed, Ma Nao decided to eliminate us.

Once we are dead, the Blood Cult will launch a full-scale war to conquer the martial world.

Ma Nao smiled and said,

"Is there a happier death for a martial artist than to die at the hands of a disciple who surpasses them?"

"You're a crazy old man."

"Heh heh heh."

As if by fate, the four absolute experts faced their opponents who had learned the same techniques.

Grrrrrr!

Their auras alone, dominating the area, made it hard to breathe.

But my expression, looking at their backs, was dark.

'If we fight like this, we will surely lose.'

The four on the opposite side not only know the original techniques perfectly but have also learned improved versions.

In contrast, the four absolute experts behind me are not in good condition and are exhausted from escaping the dungeon.

The outcome is obvious if we clash.

'I hoped I wouldn't have to use it, but…'

But I still have one last trump card.

I took my hand off my abdomen, where the bleeding had just stopped. The blood was still flowing, but I had no choice.

"Hey, Ma Nao. Didn't I say the four techniques I learned could vie for the title of the best in the world?"

Ma Nao tilted his head, not understanding my question, but then answered honestly.

"Of course. Depending on the practitioner's talent, the four techniques can all command the world…"

"What if it was five?"

"…What are you talking about?"

"I secretly learned one more."

I smiled and drew internal energy from my damaged dantian in one breath.

—Whoosh!

For a moment, my aura dominated the auras of the eight absolute experts.

"Choke…"

"Gasping…!"

The experts of the Blood Demon Cult, who had encircled us, trembled as if struck by a wind.

Some of them bled from their mouths and noses, and others fell to their knees from severe internal injuries.

"This, this aura…!"

Ma Nao also stared at me with wide eyes.

It's not just because my technique is strong.

It's because my technique is the pinnacle of all the techniques they have learned.

"How… how did you learn the Heaven-Defying Technique…!"

The Heaven-Defying Technique.

The strongest technique that only the leader of the Blood Demon Cult can learn.

I learned it.

And not just the current version, but an ancient version left by a predecessor unknown even to the current leader.

But it wasn't complete.

'If I had a little more time…'

I felt regret but quickly shook it off.

It wasn't a technique I could complete with a little more time.

If there is a next life, maybe I could learn it then…

'Now is not the time for pointless thoughts. He's coming soon.'

"How… how could you…!"

I walked toward the trembling Ma Nao and said to the four absolute experts,

"We don't have time. We need to break through the encirclement and escape before the Blood Demon arrives."

The Blood Demon.

The supreme leader of the Blood Demon Cult, whose name even the absolute experts here fear.

I could feel him breaking out of his closed training chamber and flying toward us.

If he arrives, it's over.

"…Let's all survive. We all have grudges to settle before we die."

I drew the Heaven-Defying Technique to its peak and charged at Ma Nao. The four absolute experts, nodding, also attacked their respective opponents.

We fought with all our might.

In the end, we all died.

It was a story not recorded in the history of the martial world.

* * *

"Master!"

"…"

"Master! Master! Are you daydreaming again?"

"…"

I slowly turned my head. A small hand was shaking my hand.

He must be about ten years old.

A boy with a round head looked up at me with innocent eyes.

"Master! Master!"

"…What is it?"

"The kids are waiting for you! They're all gathered in the training ground!"

"Study on your own today. There's a ball over there, so go play with it."

"But we studied on our own yesterday! And the day before! When will we learn martial arts if we always play?"

"Even if you learn, it's useless…"

In response to my answer, the little boy's cheeks puffed up in annoyance.

"If you keep doing this, I'll tell the headmaster!"

This little round-headed boy…

I held back the urge to hit him.

'I can't act like I did in the Blood Demon Cult.'

The times and place have changed a lot since then.

"Alright. Let's go."

"Hurry up!"

Following the boy who was pulling my hand, I headed to the small training ground where the little kids were waiting.

There, the little kids, dressed in the training uniforms provided by the martial arts school, were looking at me with bright eyes.

"Master! Teach us martial arts!"

"Really…"

I scratched my head as I looked at the little kids.

Then I looked up at the sign of the martial arts school where I stood.

[Baekmugwan (Hundred Martial Arts School)]

It's called Baekmugwan because it teaches a hundred martial arts techniques… but it seems a bit exaggerated.

'It's been a month since I woke up in this body.'

About a month ago.

I, a martial arts instructor of the Blood Demon Cult, woke up in the body of a martial arts master in a small rural martial arts school.

.

. The Blood Demon Cult is said to have fallen apart decades ago.