Ice Dragon of Namgung - Chapter 19

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Chapter 19
At Namgung Geom’s warning, Jang Hyeon-ung’s expression twisted.
Though Namgung Geom’s aura was formidable, Jang Hyeon-ung could not simply discard his weapon and surrender.
Jang Hyeon-ung placed his faith in their superior numbers.
Above all, Namgung Geom and his companions were barely past their twenties.
How strong could youths still so green truly be?
Surely they had never tasted blood in earnest.
The Heugyong Bang swordsmen, by contrast, were hardened souls clawed up from the depths of desperation.
In real combat—where blood flew and lives hung in the balance—Heugyong Bang would hold the advantage.
But there was one thing, above all else, that gave Jang Hyeon-ung confidence.
The Master of Heugyong Bang.
Even if Namgung Geom’s aura was extraordinary, he would be no match for the Master.
And now, Heugyong Bang harbored a distinguished guest from on high.
Should the Master falter against Namgung Geom, that guest would surely step in.
“Whoever dares trespass upon this fortress shall know no mercy. Attack them!”
The moment Jang Hyeon-ung’s command fell, the Heugyong Bang swordsmen surged forward.
Though Namgung Geom’s display of force was fearsome, they trusted in their numbers.
“I gave you a choice. That you spurned it is no fault of mine—don’t curse me for what comes next.”
Namgung Geom extended his blade toward the Heugyong Bang fighters.
Sword Wind erupted from his weapon, billowing outward in all directions to sweep through them.
The swordsmen startled at the sharp, piercing torrent and raised their defenses.
Burst!
But their guard shattered like paper.
Caught in the tempest of Sword Wind, the Heugyong Bang fighters sprayed blood as they were hurled backward.
Witnessing Namgung Geom’s power, the swordsmen faltered and froze.
“Leave the common soldiers to us. Everyone—press the attack!”
“How dare they strike our commander! Not one of them walks away.”
Namgung Geom’s fellow disciples rushed toward the Heugyong Bang fighters.
Having faced them once before, they brimmed with confidence.
Yet they did not grow careless.
They trusted in their strength and met the Heugyong Bang fighters with full force.
Some of Heugyong Bang fell under their assault, but their numbers remained considerable.
Still, Namgung Geom’s fellow disciples held their own without faltering.
‘They should be able to handle this without me.’
It seemed his disciples had the strength to suppress Heugyong Bang on their own.
Jang Hyeon-ung, the Master of Heugyong Bang, did not require Namgung Geom’s direct opposition.
Namgung Chang already faced him.
Namgung Chang held his own against Jang Hyeon-ung without any disadvantage.
More than that—he held the upper hand.
Though their Cultivation Realms were comparable, Namgung Chang surpassed Jang Hyeon-ung in both Martial Skill level and enlightenment.
Jang Hyeon-ung’s Heugyong Saber Method fell short when measured against Namgung Chang’s Cheonpung Sword Method.
Moreover, Namgung Chang’s grasp of Internal Energy and Martial Skills exceeded Jang Hyeon-ung’s.
The only card Jang Hyeon-ung could play was his battle-hardened experience.
But Namgung Chang had crossed blades countless times with Namgung Geom, a true master.
Such trials proved far more valuable to his martial development than ordinary combat experience.
In every measure, Namgung Chang surpassed Jang Hyeon-ung.
That he held the advantage was only natural.
Jang Hyeon-ung, in that moment, felt anew the greatness of the Namgung Clan.
His own Cultivation Realm was far from low.
It was not something that boys barely out of their youth could ordinarily overcome.
Yet here he was, being pushed back by a man in his twenties.
And Namgung Chang was weaker in Martial Skills than even Namgung Geom.
The Namgung Clan had produced not one but two masters of such caliber while still so young.
What unfathomable depth did a Prestigious Noble Clan like the Namgung Clan possess?
Yet Jang Hyeon-ung had no intention of simply accepting defeat at Namgung Chang’s hands.
He held a trump card.
Successors of Prestigious Noble Clans like the Namgung Clan always pursued fair and honorable combat.
But those of Evil Sects like Heugyong Bang would employ any underhanded tactic to secure victory.
Jang Hyeon-ung carried a Sand Pouch at his belt.
Should the battle turn against him, he would draw sand from that pouch and cast it into his opponent’s eyes.
The Sand Scatter Blind Eyes technique.
Throwing sand to obstruct the opponent’s vision.
It was Jang Hyeon-ung’s trump card.
Over the years, Jang Hyeon-ung had escaped countless crises using this very tactic.
Now, as the battle tilted against him once more, he resorted to it again.
Jang Hyeon-ung scooped a handful of sand from his pouch and hurled it straight toward Namgung Chang’s eyes.
“Cowardly wretch!”
Namgung Chang stumbled backward, shielding his face with his sleeve.
Fortunately, his reflexes were quick enough to block most of it.
But in doing so, his vision became obscured, and he lost sight of Jang Hyeon-ung’s movements.
Jang Hyeon-ung seized the moment, diving toward Namgung Chang’s flank and swinging his saber in a vicious arc.
Like a bear raking with its claws, his blade tore toward Namgung Chang’s ribs.
Namgung Chang realized the danger too late and twisted his body, raising his sword to parry.
Clang!
He barely managed to intercept the saber, but the collision sent him reeling backward, his footing lost.
He had blocked the blow itself, but the force behind it overwhelmed his guard.
Jang Hyeon-ung pressed forward and hurled another handful of sand.
Namgung Chang had no choice but to raise his sleeve and swat it away.
“Die!”
In that same instant, Jang Hyeon-ung rose above him and brought his saber crashing down.
Whoosh!
A thick wave of saber momentum erupted from the blade, bearing down upon Namgung Chang.
Still occupied with blocking the sand, Namgung Chang noticed the attack far too late to mount a proper defense.
Before he could even raise his guard, the saber was already upon him.
“Fall back!”
Then came Namgung Geom’s voice, sharp as a blade.
Namgung Chang obeyed instantly, leaping backward.
At that very moment, a cutting edge of sword wind slashed through the space where Jang Hyeon-ung’s saber had been descending.
Unable to pursue Namgung Chang, Jang Hyeon-ung pivoted desperately, turning his saber sideways to block the incoming wind.
Boom!
The impact sent him skidding backward, his body thrown violently off balance.
Namgung Geom descended like the wind itself, closing the distance in heartbeats.
Jang Hyeon-ung, panicking, scooped up sand and flung it toward Namgung Geom’s face.
“Pathetic tricks!”
Namgung Geom sneered, extending his sword.
Szzzt!
The sword wind erupting from his blade scattered Jang Hyeon-ung’s sand in all directions.
“Impossible!”
Jang Hyeon-ung gasped, desperately trying to block Namgung Geom’s sword.
But the sword wind Namgung Geom unleashed suddenly accelerated, piercing through his shoulder.
Crack!
“Arghhhh!”
Blood sprayed from the wound as Jang Hyeon-ung collapsed, his shoulder torn clean through.
Namgung Geom moved to finish him, then stopped in his tracks.
He had felt a powerful presence rapidly approaching from deeper within the gardens.
“Finish him,” Namgung Geom commanded.
He handed Jang Hyeon-ung over to Namgung Chang and turned his gaze inward.
A middle-aged man and ten martial artists were rushing toward them at great speed.
Namgung Geom recognized at once that the middle-aged man was the lord of Heugyong Bang.
Those following him were surely his honor guard.
Namgung Geom did not hesitate; he launched himself toward them.
“Insolent!”
The lord’s escorts stepped forward to meet him.
They spread wide on both sides, then closed in from left and right, their sabers descending like a net.
The saber momentum they generated spread like a mesh, crashing down upon Namgung Geom.
Even as attacks came from three directions at once, Namgung Geom stood his ground and extended his sword.
A bitter cold emanated from his blade, seizing the space in an instant and manifesting a tremendous momentum.
The sabers wielded by the lord’s guards froze as if locked in ice.
Then, struck by the overwhelming pressure of his sword energy, they shattered and flew backward.
The force of that collision sent the lord’s escorts reeling.
“The Changung Sword Method?!”
Gwak Do-jin, master of Heugyong Bang, stared in shock as he recognized the sword technique in Namgung Geom’s movements.
The cold energy woven through it was strange, certainly, but the way the technique seized the space with overwhelming pressure—it was unmistakably the Changung Sword Method of the Namgung Clan.
“More precisely, the Changung Unobstructed Sword Method.”
Namgung Geom obliged with the correction, then hurled himself toward Gwak Do-jin.
Flash!
His blade shot forth, unleashing a bolt of Sword Qi that tore through the air like lightning.
Gwak Do-jin yelped in alarm and hastily swung his saber to meet it.
Crash!
The collision sent Gwak Do-jin staggering backward, his expression twisting.
The cold embedded in the Sword Qi—sharp as Seomjeon itself—traveled through his saber and into his body.
‘What in the—’
When had the Namgung Clan’s martial skills been laced with such chill?
Worse, the penetrating cold was no trivial force.
Gwak Do-jin surged with Internal Energy, forcing the frost outward.
But before he could, Namgung Geom’s blade came again.
Flash!
The Seomjeon Sword Qi drove straight for his chest.
Gwak Do-jin pivoted sideways, batting the strike aside.
Again, the cold burrowed relentlessly through his saber.
His face twisted in frustration.
In that same breath, Namgung Geom repositioned his blade and struck a third time.
Flash!
Another Seomjeon strike.
But this time—not one, but two.
The Seomjeon Thirteen Lightning Strikes.
At its pinnacle, this superior technique of the Namgung Clan could unleash thirteen separate Sword Qi with a single stroke.
Gwak Do-jin retreated, evading the two Qi driving at him from either side, his saber whipping left and right.
Boom-crash!
He barely deflected the strikes, yet the cold within them seeped deeper into his meridians.
As Gwak Do-jin mobilized his Internal Energy to scatter the frost, Namgung Geom’s fourth strike descended.
Flash!
Three Sword Qi now, forming a triangle as they bored toward Gwak Do-jin.
He gritted his teeth and swung his saber with all his strength.
Boom-crash!
“Ugh.”
A gasp tore from Gwak Do-jin’s throat as he barely held the three strikes at bay.
The cold within Namgung Geom’s Sword Qi had penetrated his meridian channels, freezing them solid in an instant.
His right arm—the one holding the saber—felt as though frostbite had claimed it.
Gwak Do-jin urgently cycled his Internal Energy to thaw the frozen channels.
But before he could complete the thaw, Namgung Geom’s next strike was already upon him.
This time, four Sword Qi came flying.
Gwak Do-jin’s eyes widened in alarm.
In his current state, blocking this assault would be nearly impossible.
It was at that precise moment.
“Impressive skill for one so young.”
A spear shot toward Namgung Geom like an arrow, a middle-aged voice cutting through the air behind it.
Namgung Geom had no choice but to redirect his blade, abandoning his strike on Gwak Do-jin to meet the spear.
Crash!
The violent impact sent the spear rebounding into the air.
The middle-aged man who had sailed through empty space caught the weapon and descended to the ground.
Recognition struck Namgung Geom’s face, and his expression hardened.
The pressure radiating from this newcomer was unmistakable.
‘His Cultivation Realm surpasses mine.’
He had never heard of such a master dwelling in Heugyong Bang.
That meant this man was likely a master from a far greater force.
Namgung Geom’s mind raced.
Larger powers than Heugyong Bang were numerous.
Yet masters of the Evil Path who wielded spears and stood at a Cultivation Realm higher than his were rare indeed—countable on one hand.
One figure came to mind whose build and bearing matched this stranger’s.
“Yama’s Lance, Ak Seung-do!!”
Namgung Bing-ryong
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