The Reformed Genius of the Sichuan Tang Clan - Chapter 30

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Chapter 30
Gwak Hwaran cracked her neck sharply, her eyes flashing bright.
“A know-nothing brat playing at greatness.”
“How disappointing. And what makes you think you know me well enough to say such things?”
“I know well enough that a worm who’s never left his peaceful courtyard can never defeat me.”
Dang Yuhyeon let out a soft chuckle.
“What’s so funny?”
“A wealthy merchant hunting for the Moonlit Tower, speaking as though he’s found his wit at last—forgive me for breaking the rhythm of your rehearsal. I keep missing one detail after another, and it amuses me.”
“What did you say?”
“Have you never considered that if I’ve changed, perhaps the world around me has changed as well?”
Dang Yuhyeon nodded with exaggerated understanding.
“And if a man who lived sheltered in that peaceful courtyard has come to this place, doesn’t that speak to his resolve?”
“You……!”
Gwak Hwaran surged forward, her hands wreathed in flame.
Whoosh!
Before her clawed hands could rake across Dang Yuhyeon’s throat, a shimmering Crimson Flame filled his vision.
‘Fire Art!?’
Swish!
Seonwoo Yun drove his fist forward, flames like hers dancing around his knuckles.
Gwak Hwaran tucked and withdrew, rolling to the side.
Her hand swept the ground as she regained balance, and dust billowed up around her.
“Yun. To fall in with this wretch—you must have lost your mind entirely. What did he promise you? Silk and gold? The strength to defeat me?”
“……!”
“Absurd! You will never defeat me.”
Crack. Crack-crack.
Gwak Hwaran rolled her shoulders, sore from the evasion.
“Withdraw now, and I’ll spare your life.”
“Instead, you’ll beg me to end it.”
Dang Yuhyeon laughed coldly.
“Still abandoning your pieces to the end? That’s why you’ll never succeed. You must cherish the people around you.”
“And what makes you different?”
“Worlds apart. The Dang Family cherishes its people.”
Gwak Hwaran’s brow furrowed.
Her fists turned pale white as she gripped them hard.
“Yun. Are you prepared to bear the weight of your choice?”
“……Of course, ma’am. It is my choice, after all.”
“You’ve lost all fear!”
Gasp!
Gwak Hwaran unleashed her Killing Intent.
Seonwoo Yun gasped sharply as a crushing pressure bore down on his chest.
Yet Dang Yuhyeon simply lifted his head and met her gaze.
‘So this is what Peak Realm truly is.’
Even at the same stage, the difference in mastery was evident—his skin prickled and burned.
‘In my old days, I wouldn’t have dared to look up.’
Dang Yuhyeon clicked his tongue softly and released his own Killing Intent to drive hers back.
‘What—?’
In an instant, her Killing Intent dissolved, replaced by an aura like Green Shade that enveloped Bidong.
Despite the difference in mastery, the depth of Dang Yuhyeon’s Internal Energy allowed this to be possible.
“A brat playing tricks……!”
Dang Yuhyeon kept his gaze fixed on Gwak Hwaran as she charged again, and spoke quietly to Seonwoo Yun.
“Seonwoo Yun. Strike where you wish to strike. Pierce where you wish to pierce. I’ll cover you.”
“Yes!”
At the resounding reply, Dang Yuhyeon grinned widely.
Shwiiing!
Three Hidden Blades shot forth in succession.
One from the front, two from the sides.
With enough strength, one could parry the frontal blade easily enough—but the two that followed would pierce straight through the body.
Clang! Clang!
Gwak Hwaran swept both hands in a cross, batting away the first two Hidden Blades to arrive.
The Hard Qi rippling across her palms had not yet faded.
Clang!
Seonwoo Yun lunged forward even as Gwak Hwaran batted away the last of the Hidden Blades with a sweep of her arm.
Crash!
Two fierce flames collided.
The fingers touching the Ring throbbed, but Seonwoo Yun gritted his teeth and poured strength into his fist.
Boom!
Two flames, alike in appearance yet unmixing, surged toward each other as if trying to devour one another.
The heat was so intense that it strangled the breath—either could suffocate without surprise.
Bang!
As Gwak Hwaran channeled force into the point of contact, Seonwoo Yun’s body rebounded, unable to withstand the pressure.
“Ugh!”
Thrown backward, Seonwoo Yun planted one leg to steady himself.
In that instant, Dang Yuhyeon released five Hidden Blades in staggered succession, constraining Gwak Hwaran’s movement and targeting her vital points.
Clang! Clang!
Gwak Hwaran twisted her body to evade and swatted the blades away with Hard Qi.
Whoosh!
Seonwoo Yun closed the distance again, driving his fist toward her abdomen.
Thud!
But the fist that shot forward with such momentum struck only her palm.
Gwak Hwaran pulled his arm inward and drove her knee upward, striking his suspended midsection with brutal force.
“Hrgh!”
The blow caught him in a tender place, and bile rose in his throat.
Seonwoo Yun clenched his teeth and hammered his fist down toward her whitened face.
Gwak Hwaran saw the strike coming and crossed her arms to block.
“Gah!”
An incoming Hidden Blade forced Gwak Hwaran to retreat urgently.
Though it seemed she had blocked well, her stance was unstable—the blade caught her not on the forearm but near the wrist.
‘Damn. The wrist, of all places!’
Gwak Hwaran clutched her throbbing wrist.
Unlike the arm, which was protected by solid bone and thus relatively sturdy, the wrist contained arteries and joints—a weak point for anyone.
Even with her hand turned outward, taking a direct punch sent pain that lingered long.
For someone who wielded the Fist Technique, it was catastrophic.
‘It’s not just the power. The momentum itself has changed.’
Gwak Hwaran understood the boy beneath her.
An orphaned child, lost both parents young. A pitiful boy who treasured his only family—his sister—as much as his own life.
Had that nature bleeding into his martial skill? Seonwoo Yun had shown talent in the Fist Technique, yet he had never allowed it to blossom.
For her, who commanded him, that had been fortunate.
But in mere days, Seonwoo Yun had demonstrated proficiency in both the Fire Art and the Fist Technique.
Not enough to threaten her alone—but with Dang Yuhyeon’s combined assault, he had become a genuine threat.
‘A monster. This is exactly why I meant to keep him leashed.’
Cold sweat streamed down her cheeks.
At this rate, she would be cornered, destroy herself, or die in agony.
‘That cannot happen. I must break him before he rises any further.’
In that moment, a sharp sound of tearing air lacerated her ears.
“Aagh!”
Blood spurted from her severed ear.
“You can’t afford to lose focus in battle.”
“Dang Yuhyeon!”
Her eyes blazed with fury as she fixed her gaze upon him.
Yes. That one was the problem.
That brute had suddenly regained his senses and awakened Seonwoo Yun in turn.
No—worse, it was how he hunted for openings while keeping Seonwoo Yun safe. That precision was terrifying.
It was hard to believe he had once been addicted to Mihonhak. His judgments were sharp beyond measure.
And because of it, she found her objectives thwarted, constantly obstructed.
These weaklings, whom she far surpassed in martial strength, were growing rapidly and baring their fangs.
“I will make your death the most exquisite agony imaginable!”
Gwak Hwaran unleashed a flurry of punches.
Dozens. Hundreds.
A relentless barrage of fists, so intense it seemed to blind the eye.
It was no longer mere flame—it had taken the form of Huilu itself.
Seonwoo Yun threw a punch forward to meet it head-on.
In the Crimson Flame that blazed as if the karmic fire of hell itself had descended, Gwak Hwaran flicked her fingers.
Shriek!
At a sound-barrier break impossible to produce with the Fist Technique alone, Dang Yuhyeon hurriedly threw his Hidden Blade.
Clang!
The metallic ring came exactly as expected.
A ring carved with elaborate patterns spun in the air and clattered to the ground.
‘So she didn’t seize control of Sichuan’s underworld for nothing!’
Fist against fist, ring against blade.
Neither side gave an inch.
The ring spinning at dizzying speed became a shower of light.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
As Seonwoo Yun batted away the ring, a bracelet spun in, threatening to shatter even the trajectory of his defense.
In response, Dang Yuhyeon threw several Hidden Blades to correct its course and drove it deep into the ground, irretrievable.
“Hah. Hah.”
“Haah. Haah.”
“Phew.”
As if entering a brief lull, all three stood at distance, breathing hard.
For a moment, Bidong was filled with nothing but the sound of labored breath.
Dang Yuhyeon retrieved his Hidden Blades without taking his eyes off Gwak Hwaran.
Behind him, Seonwoo Yun—braced on his knees to recover his strength—clenched his teeth.
His throat burned from breath that had risen to his jaw, yet the battle was far from over.
Gwak Hwaran swept her disheveled hair back roughly and kicked at the ground.
‘Coming again!’
Dang Yuhyeon deployed his Hidden Blades only from angles that were difficult to parry, buying Seonwoo Yun time to recover.
Soul-Stealing Seven Stars.
Then Consecutive Ten Daggers.
The blades came only from angles that were difficult to counter.
“Running out of strength, so resorting to cheap tricks?”
Gwak Hwaran burst into wild laughter, blocking and striking away the blades with her Hard Qi.
Yet she was still only human.
Against the relentless assault of the Dang Family’s Hidden Blade Art, she was beginning to strain.
In that moment, Seonwoo Yun—who had gathered his strength—wrapped his fists once more in Hard Qi.
Boom!
While Gwak Hwaran was preoccupied blocking the blades, Seonwoo Yun seized the opening and struck at her head.
‘Did it work?’
But Gwak Hwaran only staggered momentarily before swinging her arm with sinister momentum.
“Seonwoo Yun!”
At Dang Yuhyeon’s shout, Seonwoo Yun crossed his arms and blocked the punch.
Thud!
The fist struck exactly where calculated.
Yet pain flared from somewhere unexpected.
“Ugh!”
He looked down to find a short dagger embedded in his abdomen.
Seonwoo Yun hastily yanked it free and clutched the wound.
Unable to bear the pain, his body crumpled to the ground.
The blade was so short it had only left a shallow cut, yet still he found it hard to breathe.
Though he’d taken plenty of beatings before, this was his first time being stabbed—and it hurt far more than he’d imagined.
“Real combat demands you’ll do anything dirty to win.”
Gwak Hwaran knocked his hand away with her foot and pressed down on the wound.
“Aaaaaagh!”
“Fist against fist, Fire Art against Fire Art—did you really think that was possible? Fair play is a game for stubborn young lords.
As Dang Yuhyeon threw his blades, Gwak Hwaran batted them away with her Hard Qi-wrapped fist, then grabbed Seonwoo Yun by the back of the neck and hauled him up.
She then drew another short dagger and held it to his throat.
With Seonwoo Yun taken hostage, Dang Yuhyeon could no longer press his attack.
“That narrow thinking of yours is what will kill this boy. Don’t be too sad about it though—I’ll have you join him soon enough.”
Seonwoo Yun thrashed in Gwak Hwaran’s grip, biting his lip.
Just as he was about to succumb to despair, a memory struck his mind like a hammer.
―You’re giving up already? You’ve still got strength left.
―I have strength, but I’ve lost the will to fight. You wield fire better than I, a master of the Fire Art—how could I dare think of winning?
―Well. If you pretend to surrender and launch a surprise attack, that’s another matter.
―On you?
―Even so, if something like that really happens, don’t give up—come at me once more.
His mind sharpened as though he’d been doused with cold water.
His dark eyes moved swiftly.
Feet planted firmly backward to anchor himself. Torso bent deeply forward. His left arm drained of strength from the repeated collisions, his right arm splayed open from gripping the Short Dagger. In contrast, both of his own arms remained free.
In contrast, his own two arms remained free.
Seonwoo Yun clenched his fists and waited for the moment.
Not yet.
A little longer…….
‘Now!’
Seonwoo Yun seized Gwak Hwaran’s right arm and drove his heel into her abdomen.
“Hack!”
Caught off guard, Gwak Hwaran staggered backward.
Seonwoo Yun seized the opening of her defenselessness and thrust with all his strength into her abdomen in a single strike.
Boom!
Flames erupted with a deafening roar.
Sichuan Dang Family Prodigy Who Turned Over a New Leaf
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