Broken Fists Sect!!!

|| Province of Unnam, Gon-Myung ||

"Ugh~"

"Oh, you woke up. How are you feeling?" Dojin asked as he set down the porridge he had brought onto the table.

"Wh-where am I?" the young woman asked, still groggy from sleep.

"We are currently at an inn in Gon-Myung. When you passed out, I brought you here," Dojin replied calmly, twirling the lollipop in his mouth.

"Tha-Thank you for saving me," the woman said, bowing gently.

"It's alright, but can you tell me what happened exactly?"

The woman shuddered slightly but, after taking a deep breath, started to talk. "We were a small tribe tucked away within the deep mountains. We never traded nor interacted with outsiders, and instead respected and worshipped nature itself. But Many years ago... a star suddenly fell from the heavens and left a large crater. We worshipped it, assuming it was a gift from the heavens... I was the respected shamaness of the tribe. Guess that didn't amount to anything," she laughed bitterly to herself.

"Then one day, when I was praying and giving an offering to the sacred rock, I heard screams."

Her voice started quivering, but she continued.

"They were killing the men... and capturing the women. I pleaded with them to stop. I groveled on the ground, but they didn't listen and took us into that cave where they drained our blood for their demonic ritual."

Finally, she started sobbing.

'The Demonic Art of the Blood of Ten Women. But why did I find only that man there?' Dojin thought as he comforted her.

"Do you know who they were?"

"N-No, but I recognized that ma-man. He was the eldest son of the Demon Fist, Jo Cheon-Woo The Sect Master of the 'Broken Fist Sect', Jo Un-Kyung."

'Jo Un-Kyung? I thought it would be Jo Cheon-Woo!' Dojin's eyes widened.

'As I have only read the first 20 to 30 chapters of the manhwa I don't know exactly what happened in the story when this arc started but it does not matter this is my reality now and I need to live in it.'

"Don't worry you are safe here, I will be going out for a while you can rest here. If you need anything just call the innkeeper lady she is a kind woman. I will be going then."

"Um."

Dojin closed the door behind him and came downstairs to talk to the innkeeper lady.

"Hey, Granny take care of her okay? She is slightly shaken up. I will be back in Jiffy. Take this."

Dojin placed a pouch filled with money on the counter.

"Lad you have already given me more than enough I can't take these."

"Don't worry granny just take it I am quite the wealthy one you know!"

 Dojin winked and departed from the inn.

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|| Gon-Myung Market ||

Dojin walked through the bustling market of Gon-Myung, observing the people and the town. He needed to find someone who could provide him with more information about the Broken Fist Sect and their activities in the region. As he passed a blacksmith's shop, he noticed a group of rugged men gathered around, discussing recent events.

"Did you hear about the massacre in the mountains?" one of the men said, his voice low and filled with concern.

"Yes, it's definitely the work of the Broken Fist Sect again," another replied. "They are growing bolder by the day."

Dojin approached the group while swirling the lollipop in his mouth. "Excuse me," he said, "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. I am looking for information about the Broken Fist Sect. Can you help me?"

The men exchanged glances, their expressions wary. "Who are you?" one of them asked.

"I am just a curious traveler," Dojin shrugged. "Do you know where they are based?"

"Their main base is right here in Gon-Myung, that way," one of the warriors replied. "They have several strongholds throughout the Unnam province, but this town is their central hub."

Dojin nodded, tossed a money bag to them, and walked away. "Split it evenly."

"Be careful, young man," an old blacksmith spoke from his shop, taking a swig from his wine gourd. "The path you have chosen is fraught with peril. But I sense great strength in you. May the heavens guide your steps."

Dojin smirked confidently at the old blacksmith. "Don't worry, old man. There is no one in this world who can face me."

As if acknowledging his words, a fierce wind suddenly swept through the area, making the robes around his waist billow dramatically. The sky darkened, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly, adding to the grandeur of the moment. It was as if the very elements were bowing to his unrivaled power, amplifying the gravity of his declaration.

***

"So this is the Broken Fist Sect... Meh! It's not that impressive," Dojin said, blowing a bubble with his gum and popping it with a smirk.

"Hey, who are you? What business do you have here?" One of the two guards at the entrance asked rudely.

"I wanted to meet your Sect Master."

Both guards looked him up and down, then at each other, and burst out laughing.

"Do you think anyone can just meet with our Sect Master? Scram, brat."

"Haa~ I wanted to do this peacefully."

"What did you sa—"

Before the guard could finish, his eyes turned white, and he collapsed. The other guard barely had time to react before he too fell to the ground. In an instant, Dojin had moved with such incredible speed that his movements were invisible to the naked eye. He now stood behind them, looking at the huge sect gate as the guards lay unconscious at his feet, completely unaware of what had just happened.

"Knock, knock is anyone there...? I guess there's no one home," Dojin shrugged.

"Okay, let's try this."

Dojin gently placed his palm on the gates and-

Boom!

The gate was blasted to pieces.

"Oh! It was stronger than I thought."

"Intruders!" one of the martial artists from the sect shouted loudly.

"Huh? There's only one."

"Who the fuck are you, brat?"

"Sigh~ I'm not in the mood right now. Listen carefully because I'm not going to repeat myself."

"I am Dojin, the Enlightened One!"

Even though he spoke softly, his voice boomed throughout the sect as if spoken through a megaphone.

"Shit, he is a martial master! ATTACK HIM TOGETHER!"

Yaahhhhh!

Hundreds of martial artists and disciples swarmed towards him like moths to a flame.

"Now that's what I'm talking about. Come, let's rumble."

Numerous weapons, fists, kicks, and attacks flew at him, but he always dodged them by a hair's breadth, giving the illusion that they were close to hitting him, but he always slipped like an eel through the net.

"Fuck! How can he dodge everyone's attacks like that?"

Dojin just grinned as his Lotus pupils glowed with divine light.

"Retreat! Fire the arrows!"

Everyone retreated at once, and thousands of arrows shot through the sky from all directions, blocking the sun as if night had come in the day.

"Now, I feel like I'm in a Murim world," Dojin said excitedly.

Ruyi Bang materialized in his hand as he rotated the staff all around his body. Arrows fell towards him like continuous tidal waves, and a dust cloud started to rise, blocking everyone's view.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

...

After a few minutes, the rain of arrows stopped, and the dust cloud began to settle.

"Is... is he dead?"

"He... he should be. Even martial masters can't handle that amount of arrows."

Finally, the dust cloud settled, and everyone shook in terror. There was not a single scratch on Dojin's pristine body; even his clothes didn't have a speck of dust on them.

Dojin grinned as he banged the ground with his Ruyi Bang making the whole sect grounds shake and crack under its might. "Now it's my turn!"

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To Be Continued... 

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