I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 113

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Chapter 113
Chapter 113 – A Day of Training
#1
The Namgung Clan Main Estate bustled with preparations for the Sword Discussion Tournament.
Countless servants worked to construct and inspect the arena, ensuring visitors would have a comfortable vantage from which to watch the matches.
The Sword Discussion Tournament was no mere sparring exhibition.
It was a festival spanning the entire Anhui region, open for outsiders to attend and observe.
An event that ranked alongside the Cheonhajeil Bimudaehoe and the Yongbongjihoe.
In the Martial Realm, it counted among the more significant undertakings of the season.
And that was far from all.
It was also a display of the Namgung Family’s formidable martial power.
“The preparations are proceeding without a hitch, I trust?”
“Yes, Chief Steward. Everything is moving forward without delay.”
“To maintain order even amid such commotion—that is the duty of a leader of a martial clan.”
Gazing upon his subordinates, the Chief Steward wore a satisfied smile.
Yet beneath that smile flickered a thread of unease.
A gathering drawing large numbers of civilians.
Surely the Demons would target such a place.
He had heard that even the Heavenly Demon Divine Sect, in ages past, had not harmed innocent commoners.
That they subjugated only those trained in martial arts—such accounts could be found readily in texts published by the Peng Family and the Murim Alliance.
“We must increase security further. Seal every gap, and see that routes for civilian evacuation are established.”
“Understood, Chief Steward.”
“Hmm… No matter how much I prepare, something still feels lacking.”
The Martial Realm was presently enjoying a time of unparalleled peace.
Though the realm beyond martial circles was said to be in considerable turmoil, the Martial Realm itself flowed along without incident.
The very atmosphere suggested that the Martial Realm itself would never be engulfed in bloodshed.
Perhaps that was why.
The people of the Martial Realm seemed far too careless about safety.
At least, that was how it appeared to the Chief Steward.
“See that those items over there are cleared away as well—we cannot afford accidents.”
“Yes. I shall relay the order at once.”
He commanded that anything a potential intruder might find useful be removed from sight.
Though he caught silent disapproval in their eyes—why such tedious work?—the Chief Steward did not waver.
These orders came from the Family Head himself, after all.

It was rare for the Family Head to make such a request.
Ordinarily he was a man who let most matters pass without concern.
Not from indifference to the clan, but from trust in the Chief Steward’s competence.
The two had been as childhood companions since the previous generation’s Small Family Head Competition.
They understood each other’s abilities better than anyone.
And so… even without lengthy words, each knew what the other meant.
Yet for him to make such a plea…
A long breath escaped the Chief Steward’s lips.
“What troubles you, Chief Steward?”
“Nothing of consequence. Simply ensure the work is done thoroughly.”
“Understood.”
In that moment, the Chief Steward noticed something.
The Elder Family Head, moving with an unhurried gait toward where the disciples trained.
Since that man’s arrival, the atmosphere of the Namgung Clan had subtly shifted.
Not just the elders, but all were watching Namgung Cheon with careful eyes.
Why had the Family Head brought such a keen-edged figure into the Namgung Clan?
That was something to be observed and understood in time.
#2
The Elder Family Head erased his presence and observed the disciples as they trained.
The others—the mediocre ones—held little interest for him.
His attention belonged solely to his fourth grandson.
‘I gathered the basic information already… Perhaps one day of observation will be sufficient.’
He had not engaged in lengthy conversation with Mandog Bisuwang, whom one might call a relative by marriage.
After exchanging essential information, they had agreed to the covert deployment of the Dang Clan’s personnel.
The Family Head was… somewhat troublesome, admittedly.
In any case, the Dang Clan had turned its attention outward.
Now all the preparations were essentially complete.
Even if Demons poured in from outside, the Dang Clan’s martial artists would prove capable enough of holding them back.

Following Namgung Mu, the Dang Clan’s Grand Patriarch also seemed to place considerable trust in Namgung Yeon.
Moving with natural, effortless precision based on the information the fourth had provided—it was impressive to witness.
“Those shabby Dang Clan wretches,” he muttered.
He watched the training absently, voicing his thoughts aloud.
Fortunately, no one seemed to hear; the intense drills continued uninterrupted.
Namgung Cheon observed the children’s movements without blinking once.
‘That is….’
The one pressing the advantage was Namgung Yeon.
His opponent, too, displayed fundamentals solid enough to impress.
Did the Namgung Martial Academy teach to such a high standard?
Moreover, the way he wielded Baekryong Martial Art techniques—arts he should not yet have learned at this stage—with textbook precision was quite remarkable.
Blood relation though the boy was, there was no denying he was fundamentally different from the root.
Namgung Cheon stroked his chin, continuing to observe the bout.
“A curious thing, indeed.”
How could he wield advanced martial arts with such fluidity?
He observed with wonder, stroking his chin.
Footwork, the speed and rhythm of deploying sword forms….
This was no amateur’s handiwork, tested once or twice.
He’d felt something odd at their first meeting, too.
As though sparring against a seasoned swordmaster.
Not prowess driven by raw talent, but adaptability born from vast experience—a swordsmanship that emerged from countless trials.
It was the same now.
“Hmm…. Still, there are things that need correcting.”
He could press harder, yet caution dominated the boy’s approach too heavily.
There were moments when one had to gamble with one’s life at stake….
Still, with just a little more refinement, he would become a truly fearsome blade.
‘I can see how to train him now.’
A shift in mindset needed only occur once.
If he sustained that sensation, he would distinguish himself starting from the Sword Discussion Tournament.
Yet something odd remained.
A sense of something hidden.
‘In time, I’ll confirm it myself.’
Namgung Cheon did not yet know of Namgung Yeon’s hatred.
What would his reaction be, if he witnessed how the boy’s demeanor shifted entirely before Demons?
In his past life, Namgung Cheon had spoken thus.

This Namgung Cheon knew nothing of that.
Ignorant of all such facts, he watched the training in silence.
Namgung Jinjin continued absorbing various countertechniques.
“Hmm….”
“Aren’t you the Grand Patriarch? What brings you here?”
“Ah, I suddenly felt like teaching someone a thing or two.”
The Instructor, noticing him only after some time had passed, hurried over.
At the Grand Patriarch’s single remark, his mouth fell open.
“Y-you mean the Grand Patriarch will teach him directly!?”
“Why? Is there a rule against it? I was under the impression there wasn’t one.”
“N-no, there isn’t, but just who exactly are you—”
The Grand Patriarch chuckled softly and moved forward.
He walked toward Namgung Yeon and Namgung Jinjin, who had just finished their bout.
The Instructor, seeing this, rushed off in some direction in a fluster.
The rumor would likely spread swiftly.
Namgung Cheon’s destination was crystal clear….
#3
The Baekryong Martial Art is swift.
Moreover, its characteristic illusions can easily be mistaken for a type of Illusion Sword technique if one is careless.
Most who face the Baekryong Martial Art for the first time fall victim to such deceptions and lose their lives.
Namgung Yeon had emphasized this point as well.
Namgung Jinjin, sprawled on the ground, managed to push himself up and spoke.
He thought the White Dragon Swordsmanship was truly a mysterious sword technique.
Father must have mastered such a sword technique to its limits.
One misstep, and he would have fallen to False Initiation or Change of Stance in an instant.
“Thank you.”
“Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will never be defeated. First and foremost, analyzing your opponent’s martial skill is the best approach.”
“Right. At this level… I don’t think I’d be pushed back easily even against the Baekryong Martial Art.”
“Remember this well. Ultimately, martial skill must be such that one can aim for supremacy under heaven even with Saejae Swordsmanship.”
Jinjin nodded at Namgung Yeon’s words.
In that moment, a deep, rolling laugh echoed from behind them.
“Hehehehe, you speak like an old soul beyond your years, don’t you?”
At that voice, Namgung Yeon’s eyes widened in surprise.
Even with his mysterious sight, he had sensed no presence.
‘When did he… I still have far to go.’
Namgung Yeon turned around and bowed respectfully, lowering his head.
Grandfather’s voice rang out loud and clear, drawing all eyes toward him.
Namgung Cheon, the Sword Master, reached out his hand.
A wooden sword glided smoothly through the air and settled into his grip.
“Come now, I want to see if your words have any substance to them. Draw your blade.”
“…Very well.”
“This will be different from our bout before. Tell me—what is your martial skill?”
At the Sword Master’s question, Namgung Yeon was struck by an old memory.
A world line from long ago, a time whose date he could not recall—a version of himself older than he was now.
A time when, for the first time, he had been stripped bare before someone, his foundations laid entirely exposed.
After that harsh and cruel period, Namgung Yeon never again heard himself called a dullard.
But now, how would it be?
The feeling was similar, yet it remained unclear what awaited him if he climbed higher still.
‘I could never have imagined what lay beyond this point…’
To split a mountain and tear the sky asunder.
To overturn nature itself with a single strike—that was something that seemed to exist only in dreams for him.
Perhaps this very moment might become a turning point, he thought.
“It is good that you care for others, but you must also cultivate your own authority and strength. Do you understand?”
“…Yes.”
“Then come. Attack me. Today I shall grant you special instruction in a teaching duel.”
A statement that caused everyone present to gasp.
Was this to honor the words the Retired Family Head had once spoken?
Namgung Yeon recalled the moment he was told he would be taken as a disciple.
“Understood.”
“Hold no unnecessary thoughts. Do not even consider hiding your power.”
“Yes.”
At Hwangsan, the exchange had been merely a test of ability rather than true instruction.
He had poured his strength into it, but he had not revealed everything down to the deepest roots.
Breathe out—
Namgung Yeon grasped the wooden sword and exhaled deeply.
Vast inner force, awakened from his dantian, surged forth like a tidal wave.
Crack—
A faint electrical discharge flickered at the tip of his blade.
“Ho…”
Namgung Cheon’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.
So the fourth one was no ordinary man, after all.
Thinking that a student worth teaching had finally appeared, he watched Namgung Yeon, who now wielded his blade before him.

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