My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 101

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Episode 101. That doesn’t make you qualified, though.
“How dare you, you rotten bastard!”
Sparks of fury ignited in Youling Shenjun’s eyes.
“Running your mouth like you own the place! Fine! If dying is your wish, I’ll grant it!”
Was it shame at having his true thoughts exposed by a stranger, a youth he’d never laid eyes on before?
Youling Shenjun was displaying a fury that was wholly unlike him.
The loose, unhurried manner he usually carried was nowhere to be found—in his place stood only Youling Shenjun, his face twisted like a malevolent spirit.
Crunch.
Had there ever been such a humiliating moment since becoming one of the Ten Great Masters?
Youling Shenjun resolved that he would not kill Yeo Un-hwi, but would subdue him alive.
To that end, he resolved to marshal every method and tool at his disposal to inflict the most terrible, prolonged suffering this world had to offer.
A swift death would be far too merciful.
‘That cannot be. Absolutely not.’
Since this boy had dared offer him such an insult, he would grant him a hell to match.
And everyone would know.
What happened to those who crossed him or let their mouths run loose in his presence.
Whoooosh.
Soon a tremendous aura began erupting from Youling Shenjun’s massive frame.
For a moment, it felt as though the air of the entire Underground Arena had grown heavy.
No—it was not an illusion.
“From this moment on, I’ll show you pain so unbearable you’ll wish you were dead!”
In the same breath, Youling Shenjun surged toward Yeo Un-hwi.
He was very fast. Impossibly fast for a man of his bulk.
No one present could track his movements with their eyes.
The moment they thought he had moved, he was already at Yeo Un-hwi’s face, wielding his signature weapon—the Chi Sa Bu—in a devastating swing.
Boom!
The massive axe came down hard on the ground.
The earth where Yeo Un-hwi had been standing moments before was gouged deeply.
The force was staggering.
But it did not end there.
Slash!
Boom! Crash! Boom!
Youling Shenjun pressed forward, attacking Yeo Un-hwi from all sides with ever-increasing speed.
Each blow carried tremendous force, and they came relentlessly fast.
Every attack was a threat.
Slice. Slice.
Fine cuts were beginning to appear along the edges of Yeo Un-hwi’s garments—tears he’d managed to avoid until now.
A thin line of blood traced across his cheek.
“Oh.”
Yeo Un-hwi’s eyes widened slightly.
A wound.
How long had it been since he’d bled?
So this is the power of a Ten Great Master?
Yet a smile spread across Yeo Un-hwi’s lips.
As if he was genuinely enjoying himself.
Youling Shenjun ground his teeth, speaking as though this were only the beginning.
“Hah! You scurry about like a rat! But how long do you think you can keep running?”
Click.
In the next moment, an axe appeared in his other hand.
It seemed he had been wielding two axes as one all along.
Yeo Un-hwi laughed softly.
“Your weapon certainly matches your looks. Why didn’t you just go bandit on some mountain instead? It would suit you better, I’d say.”
“What?”
“By the way, when exactly are you planning to show me this unbearable pain you mentioned? I’m still waiting.”
“You have quite the mouth on you for a boy! Fine then!”
The moment the words left his lips, a crimson aura erupted from Youling Shenjun’s body.
The atmosphere shifted completely from before.
Even the arena floor seemed to tremble.
Youling Shenjun had begun to reveal his true power.
“Oh! That is the Youling Kaitian Gong!”
“Quite the spectacle today, wouldn’t you say? Haha.”
“Indeed. To think we’d witness Youling Shenjun’s prized divine technique.”
The guests still lingering in the Underground Arena burst into exclamations of delight.
They were savoring an entertainment they’d never anticipated.
Not one of them harbored any thought of fleeing.
Perhaps it was only natural.
In their minds, the possibility of Youling Shenjun’s defeat simply did not exist.
They held fast to the certainty that he would, as always, suppress this uninvited guest and laugh heartily as the remaining matches of the Underground Arena proceeded.
In that moment.
Yeo Un-hwi, whose face had remained impassive even as Youling Shenjun’s qi underwent terrifying shifts, suddenly bent down and retrieved a sword from the corner of the arena floor.
It was a blade half-shattered and rusted, caked with the dried blood of the many who had perished here.
Yeo Un-hwi, his eyes gleaming with an enigmatic light, gave a small nod.
“This should suffice to face you.”
“You madman. You’re determined to infuriate me to the end!”
In all his years of combat, Youling Shenjun had never faced an opponent whose every word and gesture set his teeth on edge quite like this one.
That this man dared claim a rusted blade was enough to match him.
Beyond insult—it was absurd.
He was clearly, undeniably mad.
But it mattered not.
‘Go ahead. Spout whatever you wish.’
Soon enough, he’d be begging for mercy. Or begging for death.
Youling Shenjun’s qi, which had been explosively turbulent moments before, suddenly grew calm and composed.
And then,
Gone.
Youling Shenjun’s form vanished from that spot as if he’d never been there at all.
And in the next instant, he appeared mere steps away from Yeo Un-hwi.
The legendary Youling Step itself.
‘I’ll start by severing one arm!’
Youling Shenjun’s Chi Sa Bu gleamed as he raised it.
Soon Yeo Un-hwi would be shrieking in horror at the sight of his own severed limb.
Would that be the end? He planned to take the other arm as well.
He would watch with his own eyes as this wretch, limbless and chained in the Underground Prison for all his remaining days, withered into a husk.
That was Youling Shenjun’s resolve.
He was curious indeed to see what that arrogant face would look like by then.
But then,
A whisper.
In that briefest fraction of a moment, Yeo Un-hwi turned his head toward the descending blade.
‘What—how?’
He’d read the movement of the Youling Step?
Impossible. It had to be coincidence.
Youling Shenjun thrust aside the preposterous thought and raised the Chi Sa Bu higher.
All that remained was to bring it down.
But then,
“Gasp!”
In that instant, their eyes met.
And overwhelming terror seized him.
His breath caught—stopped cold in his throat.
He couldn’t explain why.
The moment their eyes locked, every cell in his body seemed to scream.
Danger! Danger!
If he brought down the axe, his head would fly. The image flashed before his eyes like a vision.
‘No—I can’t—’
In pure instinct, he threw all his might into the Youling Step and hurled himself backward.
“Hack—hack—hack—”
He found himself pressed against the far wall of the arena, his back to stone.
His entire body trembled.
His breath came in ragged gasps; sweat drenched him from head to foot.
The hand gripping the Chi Sa Bu would not stop shaking.
Youling Shenjun stared at Yeo Un-hwi, still standing quietly where he had been, his eyes wide with shock.
‘What is he? What in the world is he, that I—’
He himself could not fathom the feeling he was experiencing now.
Even when he’d faced Chang Gui, he hadn’t felt anything like this.
Of course, he’d felt powerless before overwhelming force.
But never this terror—as though every hair on his body were standing on end, as though he were plummeting down an endless cliff.
Not once in all his years.
Well, except for that one time when he’d met ‘him’.
Was this man truly on the same level as ‘him’?
That was impossible.
Then how?
“Wait—Youling Shenjun is running away?”
“How is this even unfolding?”
The so-called dignitaries who had been watching the clash between Yeo Un-hwi and Youling Shenjun with ease began to murmur amongst themselves.
Youling Shenjun could feel the shift in their atmosphere as well.
As a result, his senses snapped awake as if he’d splashed cold water on his face.
At once, the earlier terror vanished without a trace, and shame flooded his face crimson.
‘I felt fear? From a mere youth?’
And he’d even stumbled backward, trembling.
The others had surely seen it.
Youling Shenjun, renowned by that very name, fleeing.
Had he ever cut such a pathetic figure?
At once, Youling Shenjun clenched the Chi Sa Bu in both hands with all his might, grinding his teeth anew.
He had been mistaken.
There was no other explanation—he could not have felt fear before this mere whelp!
Something was terribly wrong!
Too much hung in the balance of this fight for him to simply accept such an admission.
And so,
“I will not accept it! Never!”
Unable to endure the thought of displaying any more humiliation, Youling Shenjun cast off his turmoil and drew upon his Jeolgi.
This would be his answer.
Kuangfeng Toulei.
At once, the two crimson forces contained within the Chi Sa Bu swelled into the shape of axe heads, then shot forth toward Yeo Un-hwi.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-crack!
The force was so violent that as it tore through the air, the ground exploded and fissured beneath it.
“Die!”
Youling Shenjun had long since abandoned any thought of merely subduing the man and inflicting pain—he desired only to kill.
He wished only to sweep this ominous wretch from his sight as quickly as possible.
No matter how much that fool boasted, he could not withstand his Kuangfeng Toulei.
In destructive power alone, he did not yield even to the Twelve Supremes—such was his confidence in his ultimate Jeolgi.
A sharp breath drawn.
“Good heavens……!”
At Youling Shenjun’s tyrannical display of power, Do-il, Myeong-hyeon, and Jong-pal—who had been observing the battle all this while—held their breath.
Dangerous.
Certainly the Mu-wi that Yeo Un-hwi had displayed was remarkable, far beyond what one would expect of his years.
But that—he must evade it.
Otherwise, death would surely follow.
And so,
“Dodge it!”
All three cried out in unison.
Whether that voice reached Yeo Un-hwi—
He turned his head slightly, glancing toward them.
And he smiled.
Even in that urgent moment.
The three figures went pale with shock.
‘He’s smiling? How could he possibly—!’
The answer came swiftly.
Yeo Un-hwi’s gaze turned toward Youling Shenjun’s Kuangfeng Toulei hurtling toward him.
It was undoubtedly a Jeolgi worthy of the name “Ten Great Masters”.
And yet,
A whisper of motion.
Yeo Un-hwi grasped the broken, rusty sword once more.
“Having the right doesn’t make it justified.”
Not for committing something so contemptible.
“Hahahaha! What on earth do you think you can do with nothing but a rusted blade like that?”
Youling Shenjun let out a mocking laugh.
Somewhere in the midst of it all, his confidence had returned, and he burst into loud, raucous laughter.
Truly, he was a man incapable of learning humility.
“What can I do with this, you ask?”
Yeo Un-hwi smiled faintly, facing the Kuangfeng Toulei that Youling Shenjun had unleashed just inches away.
He simply drew the sword upward as he held it.
It was no formal technique.
Just a straightforward upward slash with the rusty blade in his hand, executed at an unhurried pace.
And yet—
Whoooooosh!
Youling Shenjun’s prized Kuangfeng Toulei dissipated in a single stroke.
“What… what?”
Youling Shenjun’s jaw dropped open.
As if he could not believe his eyes.
“This is what I can do.”
Yeo Un-hwi’s face, now wearing a smile directed at him, filled Youling Shenjun’s entire field of vision.
His eyes began to tremble violently, as though the ground itself were shaking beneath him.

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