I Became the Namgung Clan’s Omnipotent Item-Powered Martial God - Chapter 83

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Episode 83
83 – The Sichuan Tang Family Fighting Method
#1
Ferocity exploded in O Gwang-seok’s chest, and he rushed forward without hesitation or restraint.
That raw, brutal strength was formidable enough to command even Namgung Yeon’s full attention.
Crack-crack-crack!
Even though Namgung Yeon had deflected the blade sufficiently, holes still riddled the hull.
Despite the timber that composed the ship being quite sturdy, the sword O Gwang-seok wielded burrowed through it with ease.
The Ship Captain, who owned the vessel, seized both his cheeks and wailed, but no one spared him a glance.
“Grraaaaaaagh!”
“…….”
Indeed, his technique lacks refinement.
O Gwang-seok howled and threw technique after technique without restraint.
Namgung Yeon withstood each one, systematically breaking down his attacks.
Or rather, to be precise, he was absorbing the hidden potential of the Cheonjae Ryeong Dan and Osaek Eum Dan with each shock of collision.
“Impressive indeed.”
“Is that so…… Weren’t you the young master who lay bedridden?”
“…….”
Even Dang Yeon-ho, whose nature was bold and clamorous, stood watching with his arms crossed.
Remarkable.
The footwork that unfolds with each step.
Eyes that search for the opponent’s openings.
The combat prowess that adapts techniques accordingly, and the skill with the blade that follows.
Dang Yeon-ho had never seen anyone of that age display such martial prowess.
Not even himself, once called a prodigy.
Namgung Mu, the Family Head called the greatest warrior of this age, had not shown such mastery at that tender age either.
‘Moreover, there is freedom in his movements. They are not bound by the rigid forms of the Namgung style.’
In the end, every true martial artist must break free from their framework.
Should one remain shackled by technique, inevitably methods of countering emerge, and one cannot ascend higher.
Nearly all martial artists stumble against that barrier and despair.
Yet Namgung Yeon, the grandson-in-law, was different.
Already the seeds of breaking free from the mold had begun to sprout.
Who in heaven’s name taught him such things?
His own father was not the type to instruct so kindly…… and yet he had not come from a martial academy either.
‘Natural talent, then. Fearsome. Truly fearsome.’
His heart ached with regret.
If the boy were of the Sichuan Tang Family instead of the Namgung, he would have chosen him as heir rather than mere patronage.
He would have transmitted the martial arts of Am Hwang Bi-jon, that legendary Family Head of old, in their entirety.
“Ahhh…….”
A sigh escaped him, laden with genuine sorrow.
Yet the youth’s limitations were plainly evident.
One might call it a matter of time.
His defense was skillful and sure, but his offense——there was little to speak of.
Unaware that Namgung Yeon was deliberately absorbing only.
Crash!
Again the blade struck against Namgung Yeon’s sword.
It appeared precarious, yet no one dared step forward.
The reason was simple.
The youth’s eyes still burned with fire, and he had not yet yielded an opening for attack.
‘That pure yearning…….’
‘Like a flame that does not extinguish even before the strong…….’
That fervent passion.
The warriors of the Pae Geom Corps fell into contemplation watching Namgung Yeon’s movements and expression.
When was the last time they had wielded their swords with such passion?
Days had simply accumulated——training at appointed hours, living for prescribed duties alone.
By contrast, this youth showed no timidity before the strong.
Though he revealed no emotion, one could read it in the way he drew his blade.
They were martial artists, masters who commanded the realm of the Martial World.
“Is this enough?”
Shrieeeng!
Namgung Yeon, who had been engaging the Demon with minimum effort, finally opened his mouth.
In the same instant, he unleashed his True Energy at full force, pushing back O Gwang-seok—a martial artist at the absolute Peak—with a single strike.
He had obtained what he needed.
Beyond this point, he confirmed that the Spirit Medicines no longer responded.
Which meant it was time to shift into a fight for victory.
‘There’s no better place to settle this than on a ship.’
The Infinite Vault.
Within his sleeve, his hand closed around a small pouch.
Then, smiling wickedly, he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Cover your nose and mouth well.”
Everyone was bewildered by Namgung Yeon’s words.
Did you know?
If you asked the world which organization was best at throwing money around, half would give the same answer.
The Sichuan Tang Family.
The poison and hidden weapons they scattered were, quite literally, money thrown toward victory.
Cheonrang Poison.

Starting with the thirty-silver variety that could pierce through jade stone itself.
#2
Pop—!
A small poison pouch burst on the deck.
The wind was pushing the ship forward, and by coincidence, Namgung Yeon stood toward the cabin while O Gwang-seok stood toward the bow.
The poison naturally found its way entirely onto O Gwang-seok.
“Gahhhhh!?”
“What is that…?”
Dang Yeon-ho was the first to react.
Among martial artists, there were those who treated poison and hidden weapons as sin itself.
The Habuk Paeng Family was one; the Daoist sects like Shaolin and Wudang were similar.
He thought Namgung held the same position… but why?
Namgung Yeon continued hurling poison.
Pop—!
Pop—!
Deadly toxins that cost anywhere from dozens to hundreds of silver taels—even gold—to manufacture a single batch.
No matter how much of a martial master at the Peak O Gwang-seok was, there was no way he could withstand an endless barrage of poison.
“This is too much…”
“I’m beginning to feel sorry for the Sect Master…”
“Hmm… Can this really be called a fair duel…?”
The mood among the Pae Geom Corps shifted in an instant.
Just moments before, they had anticipated a close fight with blood and sweat flying.
Their pounding hearts had been thrilled by that passionate display.
But now…
‘Somehow the excitement just drains away.’
‘In the end, there’s no escaping what victory demands.’
Shrieeek—! Aaaaahhhhh—!
O Gwang-seok’s flesh began to char and his breathing grew labored as he writhed in agony.
Why do martial artists despise poison?
Because it’s convenient.
Because poison murder and assassination were as unfair as things could be.
Of course, behind it all lay an enormous secret: the staggering cost.
Those with Internal Power could often endure ordinary poison.
To poison such people, how devilishly potent would the toxin need to be?
‘Obviously, the materials for such poison command whatever price you ask.’
Poison capable of subduing martial artists was extraordinarily expensive.
So expensive that even the mighty Sichuan Tang Family would falter from the cost in times to come.
Namgung Yeon, however, possessed such poison in vast abundance.
Cheonrang Poison.
Remaining: 3,297,111 units.
Extractable: 50 units.
Whenever opportunity arose, he had crafted more; whenever chance allowed, he had stolen from the Sichuan Tang Family’s Vault.
The poison packed densely into the Vault across all this time was enough to use freely, without worry.
And yet—
‘The poison seeps in.’
The Manyru Gwiwon Shingong technique.
The poison dispersed through the air finds its way back to its origin, drawn homeward.
And that origin is nature itself, belonging to a universe infinitesimally small.
Which is to say: a warrior’s Dantian.
The more poison he threw, the more Internal Power flowed back into him.
A brutal and unreasonable method—the opponent suffered agony while he replenished his reserves.
Only the chosen heir of the Sichuan Tang Family could wield it: their secret art.
Screams tore from O Gwang-seok’s throat, each more anguished than the last.
A sizzle cut through the air.
The sound of flesh burning filled the cabin with horror.
Blisters erupted across his skin; the epidermis peeled away, revealing the grotesque ruin beneath.
That was the true terror of poison.
Excruciating pain coupled with a violent, rapid hemorrhaging of True Energy.
“A fitting end for a Demon. The toxin I used on you was quite costly.”
So I trust you’ll give it your full value in return.
Namgung Yeon lifted the Maryeong Sword.
The Daeyeon Jeong Geom technique.
The Daeyeon Jecheon.
A rapid succession of strikes unfolded.
To sever the writhing O Gwang-seok’s neck.
To exact payment for that terrible, costly contamination clinging to his flesh.
This was how the Sichuan Tang Family fought.
With utter cruelty and absolute coldness.
No means were forbidden in pursuit of victory.
Traitors received only a gruesome death at their hands.
That was the way of the Sichuan Tang Family.
A wet crack.
The traitor’s head fell.
In its wake came a wild, frenzied jingling of bells.
Namgung Yeon’s depleted Internal Power surged to fullness.
With everyone watching, he could not laugh like a madman—so he drew the energy in calmly.
‘Good. I’ll survive after all.’
The essence of Spirit Medicine writhed through his body.
Demonic Energy transmuted into fresh Internal Power, spreading through his meridian channels.
That familiar sensation—the hollowness and hunger he felt at the start of each round, eased just a little.

Everyone watched that scene in breathless silence.
And in that moment, something else seemed to unlock.
He could grow stronger.
Stronger than he’d ever been before.
The ship, moments ago filled with the wails of a Demon, fell quiet.
As if to herald the end of this passage.
#3
Strangely, after O Gwang-seok’s death, there came no assault.
No Demons. No hired blades. Only peace aboard the vessel.
The waters lay calm, and each day passed in serenity.
It felt like a lie.
How could the absence of a single man bring such ease?
“There—I see the harbor.”
“Will you be leaving now?”
“You asked me to protect you. Do you think it will be any different at Hwanghakmnu?”
Namgung Yeon did not answer at once.
The Peng Family’s territory remained formidable.
Lei Shen’s legacy was old but still standing, and his descendants had inherited considerable martial talent.
Dang Yeon-ho.
The name “Poison-Defying Thousand-Killing King” would surely carry weight.

In negotiations with the Peng Family, he would certainly gain the upper hand.
But.
That would only dilute the weight of the name Namgung Yeon.
So Namgung Yeon shook his head.
“I think it will be fine. I’m already grateful that you came all this way.”
“Hah, hah. I got a good show out of it. And I think I can give them a thing or two as well.”
Dang Yeon-ho muttered while gazing at the figure bound hand and foot.
How would the leadership of Namgung react upon seeing this man?
The upright ones were predictable enough—but those with something to hide would respond in all manner of ways.
Watching that would be entertaining indeed.
There was one more thing.
Something that weighed on his mind.
“What do you make of Sichuan, Yeon?”
“Sichuan is…….”
Namgung Yeon called to mind his memories of the Sichuan Tang Family.
He had always been so preoccupied with the Namgung Family that Sichuan fell by the wayside.
Even as his strength grew and his vision expanded to take in the entire Martial Realm, it remained the same.
At some point……yes.
He remembered abandoning Sichuan entirely, focusing instead on Anhui, Haenam, and Habuk.
The guilt from those days still weighed heavily on his heart.
Namgung Yeon opened his mouth with difficulty.
“The Demon will not be bound by time or place.”
“…….”
“Your separate movements now are also…….”
“You worry too much. Hah, hah. I understand your meaning. But put your mind at ease.”
Your grandfather is quite strong, after all.
Dang Yeon-ho reached out with his thick, weathered hand and ruffled Namgung Yeon’s hair once.
Then, before they could reach the docks, he sprang up and vanished once more.
“I’ll be heading back first. Take care of things here properly and then come.”
“……Yes.”
Namgung Yeon bowed and gazed quietly after the place where Dang Yeon-ho had disappeared.
And so peaceful days passed.
At last, the docks of Muhan appeared in the distance.

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