The Reformed Genius of the Sichuan Tang Clan - Chapter 60

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Episode 60
The Yongbong Tournament draws a new opponent for each round.
On the surface it appears fair, yet there remains room for manipulation by the organizers, so one cannot call it entirely impartial.
‘Besides, if Shaolin is behind this, they’ll surely arrange the bracket to ensure their own victory.’
Dang Youxuan recalled the tournament bracket he’d seen that morning.
Shaolin, Jongnam, Wudang, Huashan, the Namgung Clan, the Sichuan Dang Family, the Hwangbo Clan…….
And the Changhae Sword School.
By elevating the names of sects close to Shaolin, the path to Shaolin’s victory became transparent—he could predict exactly who would face whom.
‘I’ll be matched against Hae Mooyoung, then.’
The others had participated in the Yongbong Tournament before and had many opportunities to analyze their competitors’ strength.
But Dang Youxuan and Hae Mooyoung were new participants this year, with no intelligence gathered.
So the organizers likely intended to pit them against each other to extract information.
‘Could it be that the other side is scheming for the same thing?’
The feeling sat poorly with him.
Dang Youxuan leaned close to Dang Young’s ear as she waited for her turn.
“Young. Don’t use poison in this match.”
As long as any danger remained, caution was the wiser path.
It wasn’t that he wanted to abandon the Yongbong Tournament.
Rather, he meant to show that without poison, she could still excel—so they should be careful.
Understanding his meaning, Dang Young nodded readily.
“I understand. I’ll be careful.”
There was no room for a loss that served some future purpose.
When victory itself was all that mattered, why concede anything at all?
In that context, Dang Youxuan hoped his descendants would be selfish.
“The next match is between Dang Young of the Sichuan Dang Family and Jin Seol of Wudang!”
Dang Young sprang onto the martial stage.
From the opposite side, Jin Seol walked toward her with measured, even strides.
In unison, both pressed their palms together in salute.
“I shall learn from you!”
“I shall learn from you.”
Jin Seol was the second disciple of Wudang.
Her epithet, the Flowing Snow Sword, came from her eye-like Sword Energy that scattered like falling snow.
Combined with Jin Seol’s signature technique, the Unbroken Continuity of Wudang, and her own advantage in speed, the match tilted against Dang Young.
‘But that’s hardly reason to give up.’
Dang Young hid her hands inside her sleeves.
Jin Seol likewise raised her sword into guard position.
“Let the match begin!”
Thwang!
Dang Young flicked her fingertips first.
Whishhhhh!
The Hidden Blade cut through the air in a silver line.
What had begun as a straight trajectory split into three like a rake.
Rather than evade, Jin Seol drew her sword in a broad circle.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Hidden Blades, blocked by her Sword Energy, clattered to the ground.
“As expected of the Flowing Snow Sword! She leaves no opening!”
“But the Hidden Blade is formidable too. If she’d put just a fraction more force behind it, the match would’ve ended right there!”
“Both so accomplished at such a young age!”
Despite the crowd’s praise, Dang Young’s expression didn’t shift.
‘I’m still falling short.’
Dang Young recognized her own limits.
Her speed was unmatched thanks to training her footwork to the extreme, but her raw power remained weak.
Yet surrender was the last thing on her mind.
Dang Young immediately unfurled the Linked Ten Darts.
Whishhhhhh!
The sound came like a fierce wind sweeping through.
Just as the same technique yields different results depending on who performs it, Dang Young’s Hidden Blades moved at a speed the eye could barely follow.
Yet Jin Seol remained unshaken, her sword slashing out to parry the relentless assault.
The Wind Cloud Sword.
Soft as the wind and simple in form, yet hard and weighty as ancient stone, her Sword Energy traced a bluish light across the stage.
A stream of Sword Energy flowing like water—the distinctive Unbroken Continuity technique of Wudang.
The Hidden Blade caught in that current simply bounced away.
“You seem unusually quiet today, Miss Dang Young.”
Jin Seol spoke softly as she deflected the Hidden Blade’s rapid strikes with her Sword Energy.
“Or perhaps this isn’t a leisurely enough Martial Match to afford such commentary?”
“Who said anything about making this leisurely?”
“Then what?”
“Everything has its way, doesn’t it?”
Crack!
Dang Young drove the Hidden Blade into the earth at Jin Seol’s advancing feet.
“I only speak when the fight has lost its way.”
“…Perhaps it was I who lost the way.”
“If you’ve realized that now, that’s enough.”
“Ha!”
Jin Seol gave her no chance to feel embarrassed at the misunderstanding.
‘Where does that confidence come from? The family legacy?’
She acts recklessly, yet observes propriety.
She seems fragile enough to break, yet does not break.
‘The rumors about the Dang Clan rising again—they must be true.’
Jin Seol smiled thinly and rolled her feet forward.
“Hyah!”
Dang Young immediately widened the distance and unleashed the Hidden Blade.
Swoosh—
A flowing movement as if tracing the tai chi symbol.
The Hidden Blade collided with the Sword Energy and scattered.
Like water droplets falling before a great millwheel.
The moment Jin Seol knocked away all the blades, she slashed horizontally.
An endless succession of Sword Energy, seemingly about to break yet never breaking.
Dang Young leaped high to evade and scattered Hidden Blades across the space.
“What? Why are you discarding the blades?”
“Have you given up since victory isn’t in sight?”
‘No.’
Jin Seol moved through the footwork patterns, dodging the blades as she thought.
‘This is an encirclement.’
Dang Young has not given up.
She is herding me toward one point—me, who seeks every opening to press forward.
Blocking my path with the Hidden Blades as she does.
‘If she’s running low on blades…’
It meant she had confidence she could decide the match with only a few remaining.
‘Reckless, perhaps. But in martial skill, I won’t yield!’
The position of Second Disciple of Wudang is not something easily earned.
The title of Flowing Snow Sword is no different.
Tap!
In an instant, Jin Seol flew toward the Hidden Blade.
Just as the distance closed to about twenty feet, Dang Young’s sleeves fluttered.
“Take this!”
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!
Hidden Blades infused with even greater Internal Energy flew forth simultaneously.
One from the front.
Two from either side.
One from behind.
Jin Seol was squeezed from all directions.
“Mm!”
Yet Jin Seol did not waver; she centered herself with a measured breath.
Soft Cloud Sword!
Her blade parted the air as gently as clouds.
Swoosh—!
She deflected them as if laying the blade close, and the Hidden Blades lost their trajectory, scattering to the ground.
A cloud-like Sword Energy connected across the sky, unbroken and spreading.
“This is…!”
“Like snow-white sword energy!”
“Tsk!”
Dang Young clicked her tongue and gripped the last remaining Hidden Blade tightly.
The moment her opponent closed the distance.
That was when she had to strike.
“I believe it’s time to bring this to an end!”
Jin Seol pulled her arm back fully and thrust her sword forward.
Dang Young, clutching her Hidden Blade, waited for the perfect moment.
‘Just a little closer.’
Just a bit more.
Just a bit more……
‘Now!’
Dang Young released the Hidden Blade in a straight line without hesitation.
“……!”
Yet only hair had been cut.
The instant Dang Young moved, Jin Seol lowered her body and extended her arm.
Swoosh.
The tip of Jin Seol’s sword stopped just before Dang Young’s throat.
A hairsbreadth away.
Dang Young smiled ruefully, gazing at her reflection in the blade.
“I’ve lost.”
As Jin Seol lowered her sword, a referee shouted loudly.
“The winner is Jin Seol of Wudang!”
“Roaaaaah!”
“That’s the Flowing Snow Sword for you! Undefeated as ever!”
“The Flowing Shadow Technique was impressive too, but the Soft Cloud Sword nullified every calculation. Truly remarkable skill.”
Jin Seol gathered the Hidden Blades lodged around the arena and returned them to Dang Young, leaving the roar of the crowd behind.
“You were not weak.”
It was not merely Jin Seol’s assessment—it was truth.
The Hidden Blades had struck precisely where aimed, and her tactical maneuvers to cut off retreat and force a direct confrontation had been excellent.
“I simply possessed one more layer of skill.”
The difference between ability and experience.
Nothing more than that.
“I see.”
Dang Young laughed freely.
“Thank you for the lesson.”
“Thank you for the lesson.”
As the Martial Match ended, Dang Young came rushing back to her brothers with quick, light steps.
“I’m back!”
“Well done, Young.”
“Your strength has clearly improved.”
“The Thunder Chain Technique was faster than before, wasn’t it? At this rate, you’ll be joining the Dark Killing Squad before we know it.”
“Hehe. Hehehehe.”
Dang Young shyly covered her face with her hand.
“……!”
In that instant, her brothers’ expressions hardened to ice.
Even after Dang Young sat down, something ominous hung between them.
A simple gesture—raising her hand briefly, then lowering it.
But within it lay Dang Young’s Secret Signal.
‘A suspicious person is watching.’
If that person truly belonged to Hae Mooyoung’s original side, then Dang Young’s decision not to use her Poison Technique had been wise.
From what she recalled, while speed mattered, the Poison Technique was her greatest strength—the art of driving opponents into a corner.
Had she revealed her full power, she would have simply handed them valuable intelligence.
‘If they’ve begun watching not just me but these fools as well…… this won’t be easy.’
The thought emerged that perhaps their target was not Dang Youxuan alone, but the entire Dang Clan.
Dang Youxuan shook his head and forced the thoughts to cease.
‘Don’t entertain dark thoughts. Use this time to devise countermeasures instead.’
Dang Youxuan scrunched the bridge of his nose and raised his left cheek slightly.
‘Be careful.’
His brothers answered with a blink of their eyes.
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The evening of the main tournament’s second round concluded as Dang San and Dang Eunho claimed victory in succession.
Dang Youxuan found himself drifting through the same place as the night before, as if bound by an unspoken promise.
Yet today was different from yesterday.
A tall shadow drew near.
“Meeting in a place like this—it feels almost like a clandestine rendezvous, doesn’t it? How refreshing.”
It was Muo.
Sichuan Dang Family prodigy reborn from ruin
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