My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 102

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Episode 102. Those Who Deserve to Die
A broken, rusted sword in hand—that was Yeo Un-hwi’s answer. No, because of his impossible Mu-wi, silence hung over the Underground Arena.
The perverts who called themselves distinguished guests invited to the Underground Arena,
and those watching from beneath the Underground Prison,
Do-il, Myeong-hyeon, Jong-pal—
all of them had lost the words to speak.
When a person does something so utterly unreasonable, words simply fail.
For before their eyes, Youling Shenjun—one of the Ten Great Masters who ruled the Martial World—was being overwhelmed.
By a young man who was far his junior.
How could this be happening?
But the one most unable to accept the reality before him was none other than Youling Shenjun himself.
His Sacred Absolute Technique had been nullified by a single old, rusted blade.
And worse, this man was someone he had never heard of nor seen before.
In that moment, he even wondered if perhaps one of the Twelve Supremes had come seeking him while wearing a Mask Disguise.
But that was impossible.
Among them, only Chang Gui had coveted the Guardian Mirror.
And even he had failed, lost face, and never appeared again.
The others viewed the use of the Guardian Mirror as shameful.
To Youling Shenjun, their concern for their own lives seemed foolish—even if they were the Twelve Supremes, their thinking was laughable.
In any case, for that reason, this man could not be one of the Twelve Supremes.
Besides, if it were Chang Gui, he would not have gone about this so tediously.
That man hated troublesome complications.
Then a truly unknown master had appeared before him.
As if fallen from the heavens themselves.
And of all places, before him.

‘Damn it! My luck is absolutely wretched!’

The emergence of a new master was intriguing.
But if that master’s emergence was announced through him, things were different.
Because it meant he had become the sacrificial offering.
Now Youling Shenjun resolved to abandon his arrogance against Yeo Un-hwi.
His plan had changed.
To survive by any means necessary.
Better to endure any filthy humiliation in this world than die. As long as he lived, he could always climb back to the top.
So now, his priority was to escape this situation by whatever means it took.
Youling Shenjun’s eyes gleamed.
If he were anyone else, there would be few options.
Fleeing from someone superior in martial arts was impossible.
Unless his Lightness Martial Arts were exceptionally remarkable.
But regrettably, the man could read and grasp the Phantom Step technique, so it was best to abandon that notion cleanly.
There was a chance his head could fly off if he tried something reckless.
So there was only one option left.

‘As long as I have this, I won’t die! Heh!’

Youling Shenjun still had one trump card.
He seemed to have forgotten the shock of defeat in an instant, laughing to himself inside.
For he had always believed that only those who survived were victorious.
Whoosh.

He slowly brought his hand toward his sleeve.

“Fine. I concede. You are stronger than I am. But—”

He pulled something from his sleeve.
In that instant, Yeo Un-hwi’s eyes flashed with light.

“You can never kill me! Never!”

Pressed to his limit by Yeo Un-hwi, he finally drew out the Guardian Mirror.
And,
“Guardian!”
The moment he called the incantation to activate the Guardian Mirror, a circular barrier materialized around Youling Shenjun.
He felt assured.
Thinking now it was done.
Yet,
“Gah… Ack?”
Just as he was about to burst out laughing, his voice wouldn’t come out properly.
Soon after, he felt something hollow at his throat.
And when he brought his hand there, he realized blood was trickling out in a sickening flow.
He’d been struck.
He’d clearly raised the barrier—but when exactly?
It had been an attack of inconceivable, tremendous speed.
Youling Shenjun hadn’t even sensed when or how he’d been hit.
“Gack… Uurgh…”
He hurried to clamp both hands over his punctured throat, but it was already too late.
Youling Shenjun stared at Yeo Un-hwi in disbelief.
A look that asked: what in the world are you?
What Youling Shenjun had suffered was the Geoksalji of the Absolute Demon.
Now, in this world, only Yeo Un-hwi wielded it.
But its power had transcended what the Absolute Demon once commanded.
It had become faster, more refined, more devastating.
It had evolved to the point where it deserved a different name entirely.
Watching the disbelief flood Youling Shenjun’s face, Yeo Un-hwi let out a thin smile.
“My apologies. I’m pressed for time, you see. This has eaten up far too much of my schedule, so I need to move along.”
Yeo Un-hwi had waited the entire time to see where Youling Shenjun kept the Guardian Mirror and when he’d draw it out.
If he hadn’t carried it on him, Yeo Un-hwi would have let him flee and pursued him to wherever the mirror was kept; if he had it with him, he’d draw it out, and Yeo Un-hwi would seize that moment.
So he’d drawn out what should have been a quick fight, letting it drag on somewhat.
Well, fortunately it seemed Youling Shenjun had been carrying it on him.
‘Madman…’
Youling Shenjun wanted to curse profusely at Yeo Un-hwi, who’d treated him as nothing more than a third-rate swordsman from beginning to end.
But,
“Gack… Uurgh…”
He couldn’t get a single curse past his lips; instead, Youling Shenjun’s eyes rolled back and his face crashed down onto the floor.
Whoosh.
As his body went limp, the barrier-like aura surrounding him faded of light.
Yeo Un-hwi walked over with measured steps and seized the Guardian Mirror from Youling Shenjun’s grip.
The man had been clutching it so tightly that Yeo Un-hwi had to break his fingers to pry it loose.
His possessiveness over the Guardian Mirror had been that absolute.
In any case, he’d finally obtained the Guardian Mirror.
‘Does it deactivate when the caster dies? Fascinating.’
He spoke of it so casually, but it was far from simple.
Even Youling Shenjun couldn’t have imagined it in his wildest dreams.
In that split second between speaking the incantation and the barrier forming, his opponent would pierce his throat through—he couldn’t have foreseen it.
Had it not been Yeo Un-hwi, it was unclear how many people across the entire Martial World could have managed such a feat.
“What… what in the world!”
“Youling Shenjun is dead?”
“If it’s come to this, aren’t we in danger too? We need to get out of here right away—!”
The dignitaries who’d been invited to witness this had believed without question that Youling Shenjun would prevail, yet his utterly unforeseen death sent them into chaos.
They scrambled to their feet and rushed about, desperate to escape the arena.
However,
Boom.
The moment Yeo Un-hwi assumed the True Stance, an immense aura erupted outward, consuming every corner of the arena.
“Hhgh!”
“Hup!”
That aura froze the bodies of all the perverts who’d been invited here as “dignitaries.”
“Who said any of you could move?”
The quietly intoned words reached the ears of everyone in the arena with perfect clarity.
“Starting now, anyone who moves dies.”
“Please, spare us! We’ve done nothing wrong!”
One of the guests—a man claiming to be the Crown Prince of Manmun—opened his mouth.
“Done nothing wrong?”
“That’s right. We merely came as spectators. We killed no one!”
“Exactly. We are innocent! We were simply invited because there was supposed to be fine entertainment!”
Once the first man found his voice, the others joined in, their fear giving way to desperation.
They maintained their shameless denials to the end, each insisting on their innocence.
“It was Youling Shenjun and Huanhui Palace who abducted and killed those people. We knew nothing of it!”
Yeo Un-hwi’s lips curled into a bitter smile.
“Ah. So you knew nothing?”
“That’s… that’s right!”
“Then how did you know Youling Shenjun was abducting people? And who were those beasts who laughed and cackled with delight as innocent, ordinary people were torn apart by wild beasts and Huanhui Palace disciples in that Underground Arena?”
“That’s…”
This man knew everything.
Every last detail.
In an instant, the words of the depraved perverts invited as honored guests turned to ash in their mouths.
Their performance collapsed like a curtain falling.
“What do you think? All of you.”
As if he had no patience for further excuses, Yeo Un-hwi’s gaze turned toward Do-il, Myeong-hyeon, and Jong-pal.
At his question, the three men clenched their teeth.
If this had been another time…
Perhaps they might have answered differently.
But now was different.
Through this ordeal, they had witnessed the depths of human cruelty and barbarism.
And most terrible of all was that these atrocities had been committed for the amusement of these creatures, yet they dared claim they bore no fault.
Grrrrind.
‘Filth. How many innocent people have died because of you?’
If circumstances had been different—if Yeo Un-hwi had not been here—everyone in that prison would have died.
Among them were children, pregnant women, and the elderly.
And these creatures had fed them to wild beasts, savoring their agonizing deaths! Savoring it!
And now they claimed to be innocent?
Blood vessels pulsed crimson in the eyes of Do-il, Myeong-hyeon, and Jong-pal.
“By your own logic, answer me: do these people deserve to die, or are they innocent?”
“They deserve death.”
The three answered without hesitation, their voices unified in response to Yeo Un-hwi’s question.
Do-il, too, believed these creatures were beyond even Buddha’s forgiveness—lower than beasts.
All doubt had long since vanished from his heart.
“Good. Then it is decided.”
Yeo Un-hwi turned slowly to face the villains, as wicked as Youling Shenjun himself.
His eyes gleamed with terrible coldness as he spoke.
“All of you will die.”
“No, this cannot be…”
It was a death sentence.
At once, the bodies scattered throughout the arena began to rupture and burst.
For some, it was their hands and arms; for others, their vitals; for others still, their chests.
None of them died quickly.
A swift death would have been disrespectful to the innocents who had perished for their entertainment.
“Aaagghhhhh!”
“Please, save me! Or… just kill me! Please, just kill me!”
Their screams of agony echoed throughout the arena.
Those who had made sport of others’ deaths were slaughtered where they stood.
All of them, in the most agonizing and terrible way the world could offer.
That day, Youling Shenjun, one of the Ten Great Masters, and the Huanhui Palace he ruled as its master, along with all the villains who had come to witness the spectacle, vanished from this world.
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Once everything had been settled, Do-il, who had hesitated for a moment, spoke as Yeo Un-hwi adjusted his clothes, preparing to depart.
“If I may ask… what is your name, sir?”
His tone was utterly respectful.
“You mean me?”
“Yes, sir. We were saved by your hand—surely we ought to know your name so that we might repay the debt?”
“We’ll meet again someday. You’ll learn it naturally then.”
Yeo Un-hwi had no intention of revealing his identity just yet.
And those he thought he might meet one day—
There was no harm in letting them discover the truth when the time came.
Yeo Un-hwi smiled faintly and took his leave.
“I ask only that you free those held in the prison. Now, I’ll be on my way,”
“Ah, wait, just a moment, please!”
Jong-pal rushed to stop him, but Yeo Un-hwi had already vanished from sight.
Remarkable.
A Divine Movement Technique of extraordinary power.
There was still so much they wanted to ask, yet he departed just like that.
They all felt the same pang of regret.
Do-il spoke first.
“Truly an extraordinary man.”
“Indeed, that he is.”
Myeong-hyeon and Jong-pal nodded in agreement at his words.
The Ten Great Masters handled as though they were children, that tremendous martial prowess and his ability to appear and disappear without trace.
How could such a man remain unknown to the world?
And what had he meant by those words?
That they would meet again someday?
Whoever could he be?
Do-il, Myeong-hyeon, and Jong-pal could only stand bewildered.

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