My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 100

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Episode 100. You’re the one holding it, aren’t you?
The man standing there was utterly transformed from moments before.
It would be fair to say he was an entirely different person.
This man, Yeo Un-hui, whose presence had shifted so dramatically, walked forward with unhurried steps and took his place beside Jong Pal, Do Il, and Myeong Hyeon.
Then he swept his gaze slowly across the entire arena.
His movements were so natural that everyone fell silent, watching him intently.
Jong Pal, Do Il, and Myeong Hyeon felt the same bewilderment.
‘What in the world is he doing?’
They’d thought him an ordinary man ignorant of Martial Arts—but clearly that wasn’t true.
None of them could make sense of how events were unfolding.
Yet even if this mysterious man stepped forward, they couldn’t imagine he would change their dire circumstances.
Because the opponent standing before them now was no common street thug—he was Yeoling Shingun, one of the legendary Ten Great Masters.
Only the Twelve Superior Existences surpassed the Ten Great Masters in all the realm, and save for them, no one in the martial world could ever lose a confrontation with such an absolute master, which is precisely why they earned that title.
So how could anyone here possibly harm him?
It was impossible.
It would be the same for that lean young man with his face half-hidden by his hair, however much he seemed to disregard the truth.
In fact, from the moment they’d entered this Underground Arena, there had been no way out of this hell.
Once entangled with Yeoling Shingun, only two paths remained.
One: he would have a change of heart and mercifully release them. Two: they would die by his hand and leave this place as corpses.
But now, no matter how one looked at it, the latter seemed far more likely.
He would never have a change of heart.
If he were capable of mercy, he never would have ordered people kidnapped in the first place.
‘Damn it all.’
No matter how he thought about it, the outlook remained bleak.
Though his breathing had returned and his strength had recovered somewhat, Jong Pal, Do Il, and Myeong Hyeon couldn’t even contemplate rushing at Yeoling Shingun.
It was only natural.
They had already been overwhelmed by his subordinate, Blood Face Ghost.
Yeoling Shingun was utterly beyond their ability to contend with.
And yet—
what in the world was this man relying on?
‘What is his true nature? Or has fear driven him to madness?’
Though each of them found his thoughts drawn to Yeo Un-hui, the man himself remained composed.
Then he spoke.
“So you’re Yeoling Shingun?”
“This wretch! Do you know where you are!”
At Yeo Un-hui’s words, Blood Face Ghost, the arena’s deputy master, went rigid and drew his blade with a cold fury.
His sword, which had so swiftly subdued Do Il before, stopped short of Yeo Un-hui’s throat in an instant.
It was truly a remarkable display of speed.
But then—
“Wait.”
Yeoling Shingun held Blood Face Ghost back.
Blood Face Ghost hesitated and turned to Yeoling Shingun. “Why, sir?”
“Why do you think?”
“I’ve become curious. The way this wretch speaks—it’s as if he sought me out of his own volition.”
There was intrigue gleaming in Yeoling Shingun’s eyes.
“What? What do you mean?”
“Is it truly so? Did you seek me out yourself?”
“Well, yes.”
Yeo Un-hui answered as though it were of little consequence.
Yeoling Shingun’s face flickered with mild surprise.
This man certainly had nerves of steel.
Though what he was relying on remained a mystery.
“Very well then. Tell me—what brings you to seek me out?”
“There’s something I need from you. I’d appreciate it if you’d hand it over without fuss.”
“Something you need from me?”
At Yeoling Shingun’s puzzled reaction, Yeo Un-hui nodded.
“The Guardian Mirror. I’m told you have it.”
“What?”
At the mention of the Guardian Mirror, Yeoling Shingun’s eyes widened instantly.
The loosely held composure on his face twisted into something monstrous.
In that moment,
‘No, no! Madness! He never should have spoken those words before the Palace Master!’
Blood Face Ghost’s face drained of all color.
The Guardian Mirror was a word that must never be uttered in his presence.
It was Yeoling Shingun’s treasure, the one thing he would not surrender to anyone.
So much as mentioning it was enough to trigger a violent, convulsive reaction from him.
Blood Face Ghost remembered how the situation had only worsened since Chang Gwi, one of the Twelve Superior Existences, had attempted to seize it.
But perhaps out of a measure of respect for the distinguished guests invited to this Underground Arena,
Yeoling Shingun held back his fury and spoke with deliberate calm.
“So you’ve come to steal the Guardian Mirror from me?”
“Well, if you hand it over nicely, there’d be no problem. Though I have no intention of letting this end peacefully, one way or another.”
“Ha!”
Whether given or not, it won’t end peacefully—what nonsense was this.
Was the man playing word games now?
A hollow laugh escaped Yeoling Shingun’s lips.
Of everything he’d endured recently, today was by far the most absurd.
In the span of mere moments, Yeoling Shingun had imagined torturing and slaughtering Yeo Un-hui in ten thousand different ways.
“Ha. I don’t know how you learned of it, but do you truly believe you can take it from me?”
“Why else would I have come? And now that I’m here, it doesn’t look all that difficult.”
Yeo Un-hui answered with a smile.
As if asking why someone would pose an obvious question.
At that response, Yeoling Shingun lost all interest in engaging further with this ignorant fool.
There was no point in continuing the conversation.
“Tch. Just a madman, then. Kill him.”
“Yes!”
With Yeoling Shingun’s command delivered as though there was nothing more to see, Blood Face Ghost drew forth the blade he’d sheathed moments before and swung it once more.
A shrill screech split the air!
With the same incredible speed as before.
Soon this uninvited guest’s head would roll to the ground.
As it always did.
But then—
A soft tap.
Something impossible had occurred.
Yeo Un-hui caught Blood Face Ghost’s blade, which had come at him like lightning, with almost effortless ease.
Blood Face Ghost’s eyes went wide.
“How—how is this possible?!”
His words stammered in shock, and Yeo Un-hui let out a soft chuckle.
“How? Is catching such a sluggish blade really cause for such amazement?”
“What—what did you say, you bastard!”
Blood Face Ghost snapped and tried to wrench his sword back, but Yeo Un-hui was faster.
A resonant ping.
Yeo Un-hui flicked the blade with a single finger.
The vibration carried through the sword struck Blood Face Ghost directly.
Blood poured from his mouth in thick crimson streams.
A wretched cry tore from his throat!
The arena fell silent. Blood Face Ghost had coughed up blood from nothing more than a single finger flick.
It was unbelievable.
Though he held the rank of deputy master, Blood Face Ghost was among the Hundred Masters, a supreme expert whose name was known throughout the martial world.
It was no accident that Do Il, called the Undefeated Dragon, had fallen to him.
Yet the most shocked by what unfolded before them was Blood Face Ghost himself.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he lifted his head in disbelief and stared at Yeo Un-hui.
His face blank with confusion.
‘What manner of man is this?’
Where had such a creature suddenly emerged from?
Could such martial skill belong to someone no one had ever heard of or seen before?
Then,
“What are you doing!”
Yeoling Shingun’s face twisted with fury as he roared.
His anger now burned hot and uncontrolled.
For his right hand, Blood Face Ghost, to be humiliated so utterly before the distinguished guests who had come to this place was like smearing filth across his own face.
‘What—what is this!’
Blood Face Ghost’s eyes snapped wide at Yeoling Shingun’s fury.
He too dreaded the master’s anger more than anything else in the world.
Blood Face Ghost’s gaze fixed on Yeo Un-hui with savage contempt, the one who had brought him such humiliation.
He thought that no matter how strong this arrogant fool was, if he fought without hesitation and with his full strength, he would never lose.
“I’ll kill you!”
Blood Face Ghost gathered his remaining strength and unleashed the Blood Rain Sword Technique.
The Blood Rain Sword Technique was his signature art, the very method that had made him what he was today.
His vicious sword descended swiftly toward Yeo Un-hui.
But,
“Still far too slow, I’m afraid.”
Yeo Un-hui sidestepped the blade with ease.
Blood Face Ghost’s pride stung sharply at the words, his eyes flooding with crimson rage.
“Shut your mouth! Let’s see if you can say such things after this!”
Blood Face Ghost drew forth his ultimate technique.
[Summoning Ghost Spirit Sword]
For a moment, the eerie sound of wailing spirits filled the air, and Blood Face Ghost’s blade fractured into many, hurtling toward Yeo Un-hui’s throat.
Blood Face Ghost was certain.
That even this arrogant bastard could not evade this.
How many necks had fallen to this ultimate technique before?
But then,
Whoosh.
In an instant, Yeo Un-hui’s form sank into the earth and vanished.
And,
“I don’t particularly dislike a bit of grit, I’ll admit. However.”
“What—you insane—!”
Yeo Un-hui appeared directly behind Blood Face Ghost, who spun about in shock.
Then,
Tap.
Yeo Un-hui’s fist brushed against Blood Face Ghost’s abdomen—or so it seemed.
Boom!
An enormous shockwave erupted behind Blood Face Ghost.
Gahhhhh!
His eyes rolled back white from that single blow.
“What really sickens me is grit dressed up as conviction.”
Blood Face Ghost collapsed to the ground, his face driving into the dirt. He did not move again.
Dead. In merely two exchanges.
The infamously notorious Vice-Master of Huanxi Palace, counted among the Hundred Masters of the martial world, met his end in such pathetic fashion.
“…Who are you?”
For the first time, Yeoling Shingun’s expression hardened with cold certainty.
“Me? I told you already. I’m here to take the Guardian Mirror from you.”
When Yeo Un-hui smiled, Yeoling Shingun felt his courage falter.
What kind of smile made one’s skin crawl like that?
It was unsettling.
But not quite fear.
Rather, the desire to remove this thing from his sight as quickly as possible.
Fear and unease.
There was a vast difference between the two.
Yeoling Shingun glanced at the corpse that Blood Face Ghost had become, then let out a low chuckle.
“So you have some tricks up your sleeve. This is the strength you place your faith in, then?”
Yeoling Shingun regarded Yeo Un-hui as though looking at something pathetic.
“I’ll grant you that for your age, your skill is passable. But you’ve chosen your opponent poorly this time. Even Chang Gwi himself could not overcome me—and yet you think yourself capable of challenging me?”
The moment Yeoling Shingun spoke Chang Gwi’s name, arrogance bloomed across his face.
And Yeo Un-hui caught it.
“Ha ha ha!”
Yeo Un-hui burst into sudden, uninhibited laughter.
Laughing?
Yeoling Shingun’s face twisted.
“What amuses you?”
“Well, it’s funny, isn’t it?”
“What’s so amusing?”
“Your pathetic state, obviously.”
“What?”
“Isn’t it obvious? A man who ranks among the Ten Great Masters brags about surviving—as though it were some grand achievement—instead of dying by another’s hand. How could that not be laughable? Have you no pride?”
With each word Yeo Un-hui spoke, Yeoling Shingun’s face twisted further.
He had struck a nerve—driven the blade home.
In that moment, Yeo Un-hui had glimpsed the hidden truth that even Yeoling Shingun himself had never admitted.
“How dare you!”
Yeoling Shingun’s face flushed crimson as he ground his teeth.
“There. The wind goes right out of your sails.”
The smile that had lingered on Yeo Un-hui’s face vanished in an instant.
“I held high hopes for one called a Ten Great Master, but you’ve already tucked your tail between your legs like a common cur.”
Contempt flickered in his eyes as he regarded Yeoling Shingun.

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