He Became the Genius Blacksmith of the Namgung Family - Chapter 48
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Chapter 48
Episode 48
I discovered a Blood Cult follower.
What can a mere blacksmith like me do?
‘A Blood Cult follower has appeared! Lord Namgung Cheonggi! Everyone from Namgung Jeonggeom Dan! Please punish this villain!’
That’s what I should shout.
Leave villain punishment to the experts.
Leave blacksmith work to blacksmiths.
Isn’t that common sense?
‘Of course, not right now.’
They might be an innocent person.
‘I learned through Haomun that I shouldn’t carelessly misunderstand someone just because they have squinting eyes.’
In other words, the opponent could just be someone who ‘coincidentally’ holds a sickle that ‘happens to be’ the main weapon of the Blood Heaven Swastika Sickle Art that I learned about through resonance, and who ‘coincidentally’ has squinting eyes.
‘…Isn’t three coincidences fate?’
Is it really a coincidence?
No.
It must be a coincidence.
Because coincidences can happen multiple times.
So it won’t be too late to call the experts after going through a confirmation process.
Therefore, Namgung Cheon-gang smiled brightly.
“Excuse me.”
He called out, then.
“By any chance, are you a Blood Cult follower?”
He asked.
“Sorry if you’re not. You just seem like a Blood Cult follower somehow.”
“…Why do you think that?”
“Well, people with squinting eyes are usually characters who scheme behind the scenes. Plus, it’s awkward to say this to someone’s face, but you look kind of frivolous. Or should I say you look flippant?”
“What?”
“A flippant-looking person with squinting eyes. Doesn’t that scream Blood Cult follower?”
“…”
“Sorry if you’re not.”
“Y-Young Master Namgung Cheon-gang?”
Namgung Cheonggi was shocked.
Namgung Cheon-gang had no way out.
The squinting opponent looked at him like he was insane.
* * *
‘Well, I figured those guys would be the ones to make it all the way up here.’
Yeom Hyeol-pae from Paeryeok-mun and Mu-myeong from Sang Clan Miners.
Yo Kyeong knew them well.
He had met them before, so why wouldn’t he know them.
They came to Dongryang County with different affiliations to obtain Seongcheol.
Who would have known such an advantage would arise.
‘Anyway, the three of us just need to fight well and whoever wins gets Seongcheol.’
Normally, he would make sure ‘Mu-myeong’ won.
‘But I said it, didn’t I? This time I don’t want to do that.’
If they fight over the divine technique, who would win?
Yo Kyeong licked his lips with irrepressible curiosity.
The opponent?
That Namgung brat?
Is there any need to worry about him?
Even if his weapon looks decent, the one wielding it is just a brat.
Why wouldn’t they be able to beat someone who just swings with brute force?
‘But why is that little bastard smiling so annoyingly?’
As soon as he saw him, his mouth stretched from ear to ear in a grin.
What’s this about?
Does he know him?
Why is he so happy to see him?
He tried not to care.
But that smile was really getting on his nerves.
‘I was going to let the Namgung kid go down safely, considering they created an opportunity for us to take Seongcheol.’
This won’t do.
Seeing that smile, he’d have to break an arm or leg or two.
With that resolve, he loosened his wrists and arms, building up his energy while waiting for the ‘start’ signal.
“Excuse me.”
The Namgung brat called out with a smiling face.
Wondering what it was about, he looked over.
“By any chance, are you a Blood Cult follower?”
He said.
‘…!!?’
What?
What did that brat just say?
Yo Kyeong’s heart sank with a thud.
‘Did I activate blood energy? No, I didn’t. I never did that!?’
Far from blood energy, he hadn’t even shown his true form since coming to Dongryang County.
Then, was this someone who had seen him elsewhere?
Hadn’t he killed them all?
Was there a survivor?
All sorts of thoughts crossed his mind.
But without showing any particular disturbance.
As if nothing was wrong.
“…Why do you think that?”
He asked carefully.
And if this person had really seen him somewhere and was a surviving witness—
He resolved to eliminate everyone present.
Seeing similar energy slowly being felt, it seemed ‘Mu-myeong’ and ‘Yeom Hyeol-pae’ were thinking the same thing.
Well, they might whisper quietly out of consideration for the audience,
But there’s no way those guys couldn’t hear—
“Well, people with squinting eyes are usually characters who scheme behind the scenes.”
Huh?
“Plus, it’s awkward to say this to someone’s face, but you look kind of frivolous.”
What did he say?
“Or should I say you look flippant?”
“…What?”
“A flippant-looking person with squinting eyes. Doesn’t that scream Blood Cult follower?”
“…”
He couldn’t think of what to say.
No thoughts came to mind at all.
‘So, to sum it up…’
He made that mistake because of my appearance?
Is this a joke or what?
The surging energy subsided as if steam had suddenly escaped.
The other two people were the same.
From somewhere, it seemed like a mocking snort could be heard.
“If not, then sorry.”
“Y-Young Master Namgung Cheon-gang?”
He does apologize with his hands clasped together.
But his expression doesn’t particularly look sorry.
How absurd must it be.
For Namgung Cheonggi of the same Namgung Family, who is the referee, to call out to Namgung Cheon-gang in bewilderment.
“….”
Yo Kyeong experienced the strange phenomenon that when a person becomes extremely angry, their mind settles.
That doesn’t mean he has any intention of letting it slide.
Arms, legs?
How ridiculous.
‘I’ll start by smashing that brat’s face first.’
Let’s see that refreshingly handsome face get properly ruined.
“…Let’s start the match.”
He wants to rush out and immediately put his thoughts into action.
But it hasn’t started yet.
This is the time to take positions and exchange greetings.
But he received such a trashy greeting.
He needs to start quickly and pay him back.
He suppressed his anger and spoke.
He stared, telling them to start quickly.
The flustered Namgung Cheonggi was startled by the killing intent he felt from his opponent.
Soon, he looked at Yo Kyeong with settled eyes.
This is the Competition Grounds where he must referee fairly.
‘…For now, after it starts, I’ll have to intervene if it becomes dangerous.’
He doesn’t know why Young Master Namgung Cheon-gang provoked an innocent person so harshly by calling him a ‘Blood Cult Follower.’
He believes there must be a reason for everything.
Judging by the killing intent he’s feeling now, he doesn’t seem like a completely innocent person.
“…Second part, first match. Begin.”
Namgung Cheonggi’s shout finally announcing the start.
Simultaneously.
Crack!
The sound of stepping on the ground explodes.
Yo Kyeong’s figure draws a line as he pours toward Namgung Cheon-gang.
That speed is truly like wind.
“First, the eyes.”
My squinting eyes look like a Blood Cult Follower’s?
Fine.
Let me make yours the same.
Let’s see if you can still say such things then.
Those clear-looking eyes were already annoyingly unpleasant to me.
This works out well.
Swoooosh!
* * *
An excited opponent might make the mistake of eventually using their abilities.
Though it’s not certain.
He’s in a state of being suspected as a Blood Cult Follower.
So, to clearly find out what’s inside, Namgung Cheon-gang boldly provoked him.
He didn’t just thoughtlessly spout nonsense.
‘But it seems to have worked too well?’
The killing intent is fierce.
How is he so fast rushing over as soon as it started?
Just in case, it’s fortunate I raised the power of Cheonloe Jaewang Singong and put strength into my eyesight and legs.
‘If I hadn’t, I would have almost injured my eyes, not just my hair.’
Thud thud.
Falling hair.
“You dodged?”
Yo Kyeong seemed like he didn’t expect Namgung Cheon-gang to avoid it.
He squinted his narrow eyes.
While doing so, he spun the scythe he had swung and pulled it back in the direction he had swung.
Clang!
The scythe stops in the middle.
Namgung Cheon-gang had grabbed the middle of his Muktan Hwalin Daechu’s staff and held it horizontally to block.
“You attacked once, didn’t you? I should too.”
He channels the power of Honyeon Byeokryeok-gong into the hand holding Muktan Hwalin Daechu and pushes the scythe with tremendous force.
Yo Kyeong’s body flew sideways as if being pulled.
‘What kind of strength is this!’
Since he wields a huge hammer, I thought he’d have good strength.
But I didn’t expect it to be this much.
The anger momentarily disappeared and he was startled enough to be shocked.
At this level, isn’t this comparable to those Hebei Peng Family guys?
This bastard, is he from Hebei, not Namgung!?
There’s no time to be flustered and surprised like that.
He stopped his flying body by striking the ground with his scythe.
“Heuuup!”
Because Namgung Cheon-gang was already falling down from above his head.
And with a mountain-like hammer held back greatly behind him.
Namgung Cheon-gang’s both arms are swollen impossibly.
As if transformed to use divine strength.
He strikes down toward Yo Kyeong just like that.
Kwaaaaang!!
A heavy roar.
The arena shakes.
Yo Kyeong dodged by exactly a paper’s width.
Following the downward strike, a horizontal attack continues.
Smooth and fast.
As if swinging with a wooden sword!
Kwaang!
This time he allows it before he can even react to block.
“Kueok!”
A scream bursts out involuntarily.
A shock that feels like his side will burst.
He flies straight in the direction he was hit.
Tap tap tap.
Namgung Cheon-gang ran using Namgung Naepo.
Namgung Naepo is a footwork technique focused solely on speed.
Therefore it’s simple, but that’s why it’s fast.
When mastered to the extreme, one could truly run like lightning.
The Namgung Naepo that Namgung Cheon-gang had learned was only at the 5th level.
That was the maximum he could learn through ‘resonance.’
But that alone was sufficient.
With speed surpassing the wind.
As soon as he approached his flying opponent.
He gripped the Muktan Hwalin Daechu tightly and struck upward from below with great force.
Crack!
“Kugh!”
Yo Kyeong, struck properly in the cervical vertebrae, coughed up blood and shot up into the sky.
Watching Yo Kyeong soar upward, Namgung Cheon-gang planted himself in place.
Then he stepped forward greatly with his right foot, using it as an axis.
Gripping the Muktan Hwalin Daechu with both hands and extending it wide.
He began spinning his entire body.
As his center of gravity shifted beyond both arms to the Muktan Hwalin Daechu, speed built up in an instant.
Whirrrrrr!
Tremendous rotation that scraped the arena floor.
Whooooooom!!!
An incredible spinning sound like a swarm of hornets pouring forth.
In that moment!
Namgung Cheon-gang hurled the Muktan Hwalin Daechu toward Yo Kyeong who had shot up into the sky.
The Muktan Hwalin Daechu carried the full force of centrifugal power generated by the tremendous rotation.
Like a meteor shooting from earth to sky, it stretched toward the heavens.
Faster than a split second, it shot down Yo Kyeong.
Kwaaaaang!!
A tremendous explosive sound.
A bursting crimson mist.
“…”
“…”
The arena where the miner’s contest was taking place was shrouded in silence.
* * *
‘Huff, huff, I feel like I’m going to die.’
After unleashing that final attack.
Namgung Cheon-gang gripped both knees, bent his waist, and gasped for breath.
A tremendous attack applying techniques from Changgung Muae Swordplay and Biroe Sword.
He had unleashed all of it in less than a moment (about 5 minutes).
To handle the incredible weight of the Muktan Hwalin Daechu within that moment, he had used the full power of Cheonloe Jaewang Singong and Honyeon Byeongryeong Gong without restraint.
This way, his internal energy was bound to hit rock bottom in an instant.
Now he barely had enough left to stand and catch his breath.
‘Ugh!’
Even though he had used the power of divine arts.
He had used Namgung Family martial arts with an impossibly large giant weapon.
Because of that, every bone and blood vessel in his body was screaming.
Though he had trained intermittently in preparation for such times.
Indeed, when it came to actual combat, the fatigue was beyond words.
‘Ah, it looks like I’ll need to recuperate for about a week?’
He’d be fortunate if a week of recuperation was enough.
The reason for pushing himself this hard.
It wasn’t anything special.
It was his initial plan to make his opponent excited and make mistakes, causing them to reveal their hidden cards.
So he had no choice but to press forward like a storm with overwhelming force.
‘If I press without a single gap and drive them into crisis, would they be able to endure without using their hidden power?’
Of course, if he made a mistake, he could end up killing an innocent person.
Just like the various piercing screams that seemed to burst forth after the silence: ‘M-murder!’, ‘A Namgung Family person killed someone during a match!’
If he had really killed an innocent person, he wouldn’t escape severe punishment.
It wasn’t a life-or-death duel, just a miner’s contest to win auction rights, yet he had brutally beaten someone to death.
‘But it’s okay.’
Because he had become a direct descendant of Namgung and was Mak Noya’s disciple, would there be mitigating circumstances?
No.
‘It went according to plan.’
The crimson mist that burst in mid-air.
It wasn’t the opponent’s blood bursting from being hit by the Muktan Hwalin Daechu thrown with Biroe Sword technique.
It was the ‘energy’ the opponent released just before being hit.
Knowing this, Namgung Cheonggi was also looking up at the sky with a frightening expression.
His sword was already drawn.
He was boldly revealing the power of his learned internal cultivation method.
Now, what he needed to do?
Just one thing.
Clear up the misunderstanding and evacuate the people.
“Ugh.”
Namgung Cheon-gang straightened his back.
Though agonizing pain that felt like death surged up, he endured it.
After drawing up his last internal energy.
He shouted loud enough to split the sky.
“The Blood Cult has appeared!!! Blood Cult followers have appeared in Dongling County!!!”
Simultaneously with his cry, two figures shot upward.
And as the crimson mist cleared, there appeared
One holding a blood-stained great sword, emanating incomparably vicious killing intent as he descended.
The two people headed toward the spectator seats.
The one who emerged from the crimson mist targeted Namgung Cheon-gang.
Seeing them, Namgung Cheonggi shot toward the sky and shouted.
“Namgung Jeonggeomdan!! Stop those wicked Blood Cult followers!!!!”
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