I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 105

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Chapter 105
Chapter 105 – Ambush
#1
The carriage fell silent.
Normally they should have traveled on foot, but armed Martial Artists moving in groups through the night would draw attention. A plain carriage seemed far more inconspicuous.
Yet if someone knew of this tactic in advance, it would be useless.
Secrecy only existed when nobody knew.
“When do you think they’ll arrive?”
“Hard to say. There’s bound to be an ideal spot for it.”
Namgung Yeon kept his eyes closed, his senses honed and alert.
Man Ho watched the road continuously through the window beside the carriage.
Only Ho Ho still hadn’t grasped the situation properly.
“Something… feels like something terrible is about to happen.”
“That’s right. So Ho Ho, be ready. Don’t hesitate to use the things I gave you.”
……
Only then did Ho Ho’s shoulders stiffen with tension.
The carriage clattered onward, leaving Anhui behind as it headed south.
Whoever had orchestrated this already knew their route.
The perfect moment would come just before they reached Huangshan.
The Namgung Family’s Main Estate would be far behind them by then, and the terrain sparse of people.
But there was something their pursuers had overlooked.
‘Time isn’t on your side, Assassins.’
This incident might provide the catalyst for something far more significant.
Perhaps the true beginning of the Namgung Family’s internal fracture.
‘Still, with grandfather around, things will change. When I was gathering experience and collecting items at Bigo, I couldn’t be deeply involved in family matters…’
The various methods he’d attempted were ancient history now.
Sword Sage Namgung Cheon was a double-edged blade.
He judged all these troubles to be the incompetence of his son, Namgung Mu.
He would surely attempt to seize control of the Namgung Family once more.
That must not happen.
If someone who had already left the stage of history tried to lead using yesterday’s thoughts and yesterday’s experience…
The Namgung would not progress. Instead, it would regress into the stagnant, decaying past.
‘No. It must never be that way. The future of the Namgung must be entrusted to those who will live in it.’
Perhaps that was not the right answer.
Was there truly a right answer about a clan’s direction?
Everything was judged only by results.
Yet Namgung Yeon knew one truth with absolute certainty.
Stagnant water rots.
He knew this much well.
He too had once been bound tight by prejudice and stubbornness as time passed.
Yes.
Gradually becoming a fossil, trapped in your own world.
“……Everyone, prepare yourselves.”
“Yes.”
“Ready!”
Man Ho, Ho Ho, and Namgung Yeon drank the Gongcheong-yu in one gulp.
They also consumed the Byeongryang Dan-hwan and Jinhon Dan together.
Namgung Yeon felt a strange sensation awakening within him, sharpened by the numerous Spiritual Medicines he’d consumed.
‘It’s almost time.’
Namgung Yeon sensed it instinctively.
Perhaps he could show his grandfather something worth seeing.
Just before dawn broke.
When the world was most desolate and every field of vision stained with ashen light.
Screeeee-!
Crack!
Crunch!
The carriage was shattered into pieces, torn limb from limb.
Though it happened in an instant, the three were already fully prepared.
In a blink, all three burst out of the carriage.

Namgung Yeon’s movements were light beyond measure, sharp beyond measure.
Gwihwa began to bloom in his eyes, darkened by shadow.
Two flashes of light.
One struck down the incoming hidden projectile weapon; the other cut down the assailant who had landed.
Slice!
“Ugh…!?”
……
“To call this pathetic thing an ambush.”
His frigid words hung in the air.
No answer came back, yet he could feel the atmosphere settle.
Merely a band of assassins.
Small-time rabble without a Peak Realm master, not even close.
They were the sort who fought with poison, hidden projectile weapons, and crude tactics.
An ordinary martial artist would have perished, crying out for fair combat while their strength was slowly devoured.
But one thing…
‘I have waged far dirtier battles than you ever will.’
When it came to filth and cowardice, Namgung Yeon was second to none.
Did you know how a reincarnator fights?
Did you know the desperation required to survive with talent bordering on mediocrity?
“I am no gentleman martial artist, mark my words.”
Namgung Yeon laughed coldly and hurled something downward.
Burst!
In an instant, the surroundings were engulfed in thick fog.
#2
The assassins froze.
Smoke Screen.
The sort of thing used only in retreat, something they themselves hoarded for the very last moment.
They too were people of the Central Plains, and they too understood how martial realm practitioners behaved.
Many of their comrades had fallen, knowingly or unknowingly swayed by that influence.
The reason was simple.
They mocked martial realm practitioners as foolish and obstinate, yet in the depths of their hearts, they yearned for them.
“But this bastard, calling himself a young master of the Namgung…”
“It seems you know of me.”
“…!”
Slice!
An assassin spewing blood as he fell, his eyes and nose numbed.
Now Namgung Yeon fought like an assassin more than anyone.
Smashing directly head-on?
Of course, it would be possible if one endured some wounds.
But against assassins, such a thing was nothing but wasteful exertion of strength.
‘They already know my identity, and they were dispatched specifically to target me.’
Then I must make them too afraid to even try.
Namgung Yeon picked through the garments and weapons of the fallen.
They hid them as best they could, but identification marks to distinguish friend from foe during combat always existed somewhere.
Each assassin organization had its own unique mark as a necessity.
Otherwise, such operations would devolve into frequent mutual slaughter.
“The Bise Assassin Group. You’ve recruited quite competent ones.”
……
The desolate voice echoing through the thick smoke made the assassins tense.
Even now, their comrades were falling.
At the hands of Ho Ho, small but with defense so brilliant it was astounding, and Man Ho, whose overwhelming prowess poured forth like a flood.
Sasa, the first-rate assassin commanding this operation, swallowed dryly.
Because that young master of the Namgung was fighting more like an assassin than anyone.
“Why? Do you think you would win if we fought head-on?”
……
“Then I shall take my time and arrange a proper stage for you and me to contest fairly.”
Whether mockery or pity, Namgung Yeon’s provocation was impossible to parse.
Sasa’s teeth ground together as he gripped his dagger.
Fine. I shall answer that provocation.
“You don’t seem to understand that this is the truest form of assassin combat. All of you—strike.”
“…….”
Then the silent battle began to unfold.
Hidden Projectile Weapons flew through the air, mixing into the thick Poison Smoke that clouded the field of combat.
For an ordinary Martial Artist—worse still, a greenhorn who hadn’t yet tasted the Kangho—such a battle would certainly have been fatal.
And yet.
Why did something feel so wrong?
So the silent slaughter ended.
And at the sight that emerged, Sasa could not help but gasp.
“That is…….”
Wind swept across the field.
Thanks to it, the fog that had obscured their vision scattered like ash.
Three figures became visible in its wake.
Though drenched in blood, the three enemy warriors stood there unbowed—unmarred by any grievous wound.
And on the sword of Namgung Yeon, the true target of this assassination squad…….
“Sword…… Aura.”
“I’m grateful. Thanks to you, I could bloom far more swiftly.”
The young master of the Namgung household, who stood with his blade leveled at Sasa, wore a smile tinged with blood.
In this battle,
he had reached the Peak Realm.
#3
The growth of a Martial Artist did not rise in a straightforward, linear fashion.
Why was Enlightenment so important?
Because it was the catalyst through which all the accumulated experience could be manifested at once.
To gather experience.
To understand the world and martial arts.
When all the acts of accumulating Internal Energy were properly organized,
all that effort converged into a single fruit.
‘Faster than I expected.’
For Namgung Yeon, experience was already overflowing.
Unless one were to summon the immortals of legend itself, there was no one alive who had gathered more experience than he.
What remained was the vessel to manifest that experience, and the reserve of Internal Energy to refine it.
From the moment he returned until now, Namgung Yeon had consumed Spiritual Medicine without missing a single day.
Perhaps because of that.
His perceived growth rate seemed to be phenomenal.
‘At this stage, if I had relied only on self-cultivation, I would be hovering around First-Rate Master level.’
That was right.
That had been his true talent all along.
Unremarkable talent—a martial gift so ordinary one could barely call it Namgung’s own.
But with the addition of what lay in Bigo, that ordinary talent had begun to look extraordinary.
‘Perhaps…….’
Though the sensation kept nagging at him, it actually brought more assurance instead.
He felt the path leading toward an unknown destiny growing steadier beneath his feet.
If that were so, he need only increase his speed all the more.
Move with certainty.
Thinking thus, Namgung Yeon gazed at the lone Assassin commander who remained.
“Is that all you’ve prepared?”
“…….”
“Then I’d very much like to see your own skill.”
If the operational execution was this sloppy, surely it meant the commander was exceptionally skilled.
Otherwise, there was no way such inadequate forces would have been deployed to capture the young master of the Dae Namgung Clan.
With that thought, Namgung Yeon kicked off the ground and charged forward.
Truth be told, Namgung Yeon’s standards were abnormally high; the Assassin Sasa was hardly inferior in ability.
In fact, before using Bigo, he would have been a formidable opponent.
It was simply that Namgung Yeon, once he decided to deploy all his resources, had become abnormally strong.
“This…… monstrous bastard-!”
The cry of an Assassin—not a Martial Artist—echoed alone through the silent forest.

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