The Martial Master - 40 Raging Wind.

“Hm..”

Su Min mumbled under his breath as a collection of tattooed men and women gathered before him. Some were confused, some frightened. Some hid behind others, some held their loved ones.

However, one thing was in common between these people; they each had a single circle atop their foreheads. Though some were blurry, some half finished and some not even moving.

The village head, the person Su Min met earlier, was the only person who possessed a clear and concise circle. It spun and glistened with an atmosphere that made him seem different, abnormal.

Though, this made Su Min feel a certain disgust. A disgust that writhed in his chest, one of hate and resentment. Nevertheless, whatever aura it was, it was feeble and unworthy of his attention.

“You, all of you, where am I?”

Su Min, voicing out with a deep rumble, spoke to the group. It was a simple question, one that made everyone frown.

“Are you messing with us?”

A burly man, hidden within the crowd, spoke in reply as his face shone with anger. However, he hid it quickly as Su Min directed his placid gold gaze toward him.

“No.”

Of course, he was serious. Despite this, everyone didn’t seem to believe him as despair filled the group. They spoke in hushed whispers, figuring that the golden-haired man in front of them was just playing with them.

“The heaven’s region, sir.”

However, a sudden voice escaped from the scampering and uncertain crowd as a young tattooed boy answered. He was at most 15, maybe a little less.

“Heaven’s region?”

Su Min’s face shone with interest as he stared at the boy, eyes glimmering with a pressuring gold.

“Tell me more.”

Crouching down, Su Min spoke as he eyed the boy. The boy in turn took a step back as the world in his eyes shook and became golden, this gold scared him…

“A-about the heaven’s region?”

The boy stuttered out a question as he clenched his teeth and stood still, everyone surrounding him had already retreated, so he was left to fend for himself.

These people pitifully stared at the boy, as if they had already sentenced him to death.

“Mhm.”

Su Min nodded, taking no heed to the group who didn’t believe him.

“W-well, where we are is referred to as the lower heaven’s region. We are accompanied by two other regions, but I don’t know the name’s of them. So…”

Su Min rubbed his chin as he thought.

‘Two other regions? Could they be called the Martial and Ancient regions?’

Feeling enlightened, Su Min asked the restless boy another question out of curiosity.

“Ever heard of humanity?”

However, when the boy heard the question, his expression turned clueless.

“No…”

“Mhm… Ok.”

Su Min nodded as he got up with a slow stride. He felt that it was likely that humanity lives in the Martial Realm, assuming that there is one such realm.Otherwise, why would they cultivate the martial energy?

Seeing that Su Min hadn’t killed the boy, everyone questioned why this man was even here. Couldn’t he had just asked some random straggler to get the same information? Why did he need to break past the wall?

“Hey, you can go now.”

Waving dismissively, Su Min sighed as he walked past them and towards a forest close by. Though this made them even more confused…

“Why is he going to the forest?”

“Was he actually serious?!”

Su Min didn’t seem to hear them as his figure blurred after a couple steps, rupturing the air with an intense speed that surpassed their cognitive abilities.

“Ah, I don’t have an axe.”

Su Min grumbled as he appeared before the forest a kilometre away, but thinking for a second, he lifted his right palm and flattened it. His gaze flickered for a moment until he decided on something, causing him to swish his hand and throw it right at a tree.

“I need a house.”

…

…

“Interesting.”

A man, covered in tattoos, stood atop a mighty wall that pierced the skies and clouds. His forehead shone with 4 circles, making the air shudder and the atmosphere brighten

“Definitely one of the ancient races, strength above all, eh.”

He looked down, staring at two strewn and decaying corpses that lie on the downcast ground. It didn’t seem like he cared about their deaths; as if he had seen it all too often.

“Now…”

Removing his gaze, the man spun around and looked towards the uncountable villages that diverged throughout the land. Nevertheless, it didn’t take him long to find one that caught his attention.

“No sign?”

Pondering, the man decided on something and, without even rustling a single sound, dissolved out of existence like an illusion.

…

*BANNNNGG*

A thunderous bang slashed through the sky as a small forest, once standing tall, got smudged in a dense whirlpool of dirt and bark. The whirlpool didn’t take long before it encompassed and swirled like an aggressive tornado, making everyone in the village gasp.

A light wind sprung over them as if it were signalling a doomsday.

“What the?!”

*WACK*

Following this, a second, more resolute smack reverberated within the whirpool. It shuddered, then with a strange pop, exploded outwards with a massive shockwave that spanned at least 500 meters.

The whirlpool collapsed inwards as a dense array of trees tumbled to the ground within it, though some didn’t even get a chance to as they got swept by the blitzing shockwave.

“R-run!”

Panic-stricken, everyone lost their wits as a terrifying ocean of air spewed outwards and right towards them. It was like a raging tsunami, rising with a tantalising clutch that desired to engulf them in a mighty air pressure.

*wooooOOOOOOSSSH*

Winds rising to insane degrees, the shaky huts of the villages started to get tugged out of the dirt, though they were still somehow holding. However, if this continued, the whole village would eventually get flung.

“Hm…”

Just as this was happening, an inconspicuous figure appeared within the crazed atmosphere of the village. His expression was calm, and as if the wind couldn’t even affect him, he stood before the approaching shockwave that shook the sky.

“Why did he attack a forest?”

The figure was confused, but sighing, he swished his palm outwards and simply pressed the air in his grasp. Though, this simple movement was anything but that…

“Heaven’s Wind.”

The four circles on his head shone with a strange light as the sky thrummed with a quiver. Then, with a rupture, a light gathered atop the figures palm. It was white, an awe-inspiring white that made the villagers halt with hysteria.

“A mage!”

*SSSSSSS*

The white energy seemed to resonate with a certain power within the world as a strange, pure wind started to gather around it. The wind was calm, yet the shockwave that faced it shuddered.

“Block.”

The figure’s eyes shone as all the white energy surrounding his palm transformed into that strange wind. The wind encompassed him, then with a sudden spring, encompassed the village.

It was as he had just stretched the wind, stretched it to cover the sky. The shockwave, not caring the least, thrashed into the strange wind like it was the descent of a God.

*SMACK*

Resounding with numerous shockwaves, the wind blasted past the cocooned village with an extreme rush that caused the ground to tremor and the clouds in the sky to change directions.

“Stillness.”

The figure, waving his hand down, spoke once more as the tensile wind stood its ground. Though, through this word, the wind vibrated ever so slightly.

*MMMMMM*

Like the controller of the world, the raging winds that thrashed at the world shivered, then with a tranquil flutter, relaxed till it halted.

“Hm?”

However, as the terrifying shockwave settled, the figure became startled as he stared at the clear view of the dilapidated forest. A man draped in black stood before a wide array of floating logs. He swished his hands, and like an orchestra, directed numerous logs to crash into the ground perpendicular.

He was building something…

“The records did say that these races were mad…”