My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 147

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Episode 147. The Identity of Sama Ryang
“Ha…….”
What on earth was happening here?
Sama Ryang fell silent for a moment, his face going blank.
And why wouldn’t it—his hidden identity, which no one should ever know, had just spilled from the lips of someone he’d never expected, someone completely unforeseen.
He had never given anyone a shred of evidence that could expose him.
Moreover, this man was speaking to him for the first time.
So his confusion was entirely justified.
And those eyes—what was it about those eyes?
The moment Sama Ryang saw the golden light burning in Yeo Un-hwi’s gaze, he felt it instinctively.
Dangerous. This man was dangerous.
He couldn’t explain why.
There was nothing overtly menacing about his Nae-gong, yet simply meeting his eyes made Sama Ryang’s skin crawl, made his stomach churn.
It was the kind of feeling that made you want to retch.
But soon Sama Ryang attributed it to being suddenly cornered, nothing more.
He didn’t know how this man had discovered the truth, but that didn’t mean he could simply admit it here, in front of all these witnesses.
“That I orchestrated all of this? What are you even talking about? And what is this Huk Am you keep mentioning? What do you hope to gain by saying such things to me?”
Sama Ryang’s face hardened as he leveled an icy glare at Yeo Un-hwi.
“Going to just deny it outright?”
“Now see here. Even if you are the Alliance Lord’s guest, there are limits to our patience. I suggest you stop this at once.”
“Fine. Go ahead. But why don’t you first collect that Black Energy seeping out of you? And explain how half your Fake Face Mask has melted away. I’m curious.”
“What?”
Sama Ryang’s hand flew to his cheek.
Where smooth skin should have been, his fingers met something else—his true face beneath.
When had that happened?
“Is that your real face?”
The half-exposed visage was grotesque beyond measure.
As if the skin had been completely flayed away.
A horrifying countenance, as though the entire face had been ground down to nothing.
In preparation for Deep Infiltration, he had long ago destroyed his original face and layered a false one over the raw flesh beneath.
This was why, even after all these years, no one had ever sensed anything amiss about him.
Those whom Huk Am sent in for Deep Infiltration—all of them had undergone this procedure.
“Ha.”
Sama Ryang’s eyes darted around the Banquet Hall in panic.
Everyone there was now staring at him with shock written across their faces.
But what truly mortified him was not the revelation of his true face.
He could have made excuses about his appearance, found some explanation.
The real problem was the Black Energy that had begun leaking out of him, unbidden.
Though he had quickly reined it back in, it was already too late.
Even a fool would notice now—how unmistakably similar his aura was to the Demonized Being’s, the one Huk Mu-je had just cut down.
Sama Ryang couldn’t comprehend how things had spiraled to this point.
“So? Think you can still convince everyone with some explanation?”
Yeo Un-hwi smiled coldly.
Sama Ryang let out a hollow laugh.
‘It’s over.’
No excuse would hold water now.
He’d never imagined his identity would be exposed so pathetically, so completely.
Even if he somehow contained the damage now, he would live out his days under suspicion.
In other words, he could no longer play his assigned role.
Nearly a decade of living here in the Sa-do Alliance, having killed the original Sama Ryang and taken his place, all that patience, all that time—erased in an instant.
“Ha! Ha ha ha!”
Sama Ryang laughed, a sound of pure absurdity, while everyone watched him with expressions of disbelief.
Was it true? Was Sama Ryang really a traitor?
Who was he, after all?
Was he not the man they called the brain of the Sa-do Alliance?
Of course everyone in the alliance had trusted and followed him.
And Huk Mu-je in particular had placed great faith in him.
Yet it was Sama Ryang who had created the Demonized Beings, who had orchestrated this continuous, horrifying slaughter.
Could anything be more shocking than this?
And then—
A deep, resonant hum pierced the air.
Someone had erupted in fury, releasing a torrent of energy.
It was Gui An-ma-gun, the one also known as Ma Se-ak.
“Sama Ryang!”
Before anyone could intervene, he drew his blade and lunged at Sama Ryang with vicious intensity.
“You were behind all of this! A spy for another hidden power! I will never forgive you!”
……
Despite the fury lacing his words, Sama Ryang offered no reply.
He merely cast a glance his way.
“That’s right. I’ll sever all your limbs and interrogate you until you’re on death’s door!”
Gui An-ma-gun possessed a pride in the Evil Sect that ran deeper than most.
Others might see him as an untamed beast beyond control, yet he held the order and authority of the Sa-do Alliance above all else.
He was a man who would stop at nothing for the sake of the Sa-do Alliance.
And for that very reason, he burned with fury at Sama Ryang for deceiving the Sa-do Alliance so thoroughly.
Shriek!
True to his standing as one of the Ten Great Masters, Ma Se-ak’s blade energy surged toward Sama Ryang with overwhelming force.
By all accounts, it was an attack Sama Ryang should never have been able to withstand.
“Hmph. No way around it, then.”
In that instant, Sama Ryang’s energy exploded outward like a detonation.
The resulting storm of power shattered Ma Se-ak’s blade energy with contemptuous ease.
“What—what is this!”
Ma Se-ak’s face registered shock.
A sinister black energy now coiled around Sama Ryang’s entire frame, writhing like living shadow.
“Yes. I’d always intended to deal with you myself, Ma Se-ak. Your infuriating composure has grated on me for far too long.”
“Your true colors at last! Monster!”
Teeth gnashing, Ma Se-ak charged at Sama Ryang again.
Red Glow Demon Command Sword.
Knowing that crude methods would no longer suffice, Ma Se-ak drew forth his supreme technique.
And yet—
“Pathetic.”
Ma Se-ak’s savage onslaught was nothing but contemptible theater to Sama Ryang.
It had been clear from the first exchange.
Ma Se-ak was no match for him.
Crack! Boom!
Sama Ryang’s whip, now drawn and wielded through the air, obliterated Ma Se-ak’s supreme technique in an instant.
And then, like lightning, the whip coiled around Ma Se-ak’s throat.
“Gahhh!”
Ma Se-ak clawed desperately at the whip, but his efforts were useless.
Sama Ryang’s eyes had already twisted into something inhuman.
“Can’t even handle a single Demonized Being, yet you dare challenge me? Hehehehe.”
“You… you filthy…”
“Now die.”
That was when it happened.
A blade energy of incomparable magnitude came screaming through the air toward Sama Ryang’s whip.
Sama Ryang swiftly released Ma Se-ak and retracted his whip.
“So you’ve come out yourself.”
At Jeok Mu-wol’s words, Sama Ryang smiled thinly.
“You’re different from the Demonized Beings, I’ll grant you that.”
Sama Ryang chuckled at Jeok Mu-wol’s remark.
“Don’t compare me to those puppets. I’m not some disposable tool like they are.”
Jeok Mu-wol studied the smug Sama Ryang intently before speaking again.
“Why did you betray us? Was that position not enough for you? Were my gifts insufficient?”
“Betray? You call this betrayal? Hahahaha!”
Sama Ryang’s laughter erupted, rich and unrestrained.
At this display, Jeok Mu-wol’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“What amuses you so?”
“Your ignorance and arrogance, that’s what.”
“What did you say?”
“How foolish you are. This is no betrayal. I was never your man, nor the Sa-do Alliance’s man, not for a single moment.”
“Are you saying everything was planned from the beginning?”
“Indeed. And my final plan was to sever your neck and present it to my lord. Though now, everything has fallen to ruin.”
“Ha.”
Huk Mu-je laughed hollowly.
His face looked desperately weary.
How old was he now?
To reach this position, he too had endured countless betrayals.
And yet, being betrayed once more by someone he had trusted never became something he could grow accustomed to.
But nor did he wish to grow hardened to it, to become numb to betrayal’s touch.
For that would be the surest sign of becoming a monster.
Long ago, he had resolved to live without turning away from pain when it came, or from joy—to face them as they were.
And yet—
“If things have come to this, I suppose I must put things in order.”
Huk Mu-je’s eyes turned cold and sharp.
“You are truly formidable. Overcoming heart-demons so easily. But that does not mean you can do anything to me.”
At Sama Ryang’s confident words, Huk Mu-je smiled cruelly.
“Why do you think so? Do you believe I won’t cut you down? If so, you have gravely misjudged me.”
Huk Mu-je had already made his decision.
But Sama Ryang shook his head.
“It is not that you won’t cut me down. It is that you cannot.”
Sama Ryang snapped his finger sharply.
Tss-tss-tss-tss.
Huk Mu-je’s face stiffened.
Suddenly, he could no longer draw upon his Internal Energy.
Qi Sealing Poison?
No. It was something different from that.
It was not poison. Then what could it be…?
Sama Ryang shrugged, watching Huk Mu-je’s stunned expression.
“My, my. Surely you did not think I have gone all this time without any preparation or precaution?”
“You dog…!”
Over a long span of time, Sama Ryang had been injecting Seeds of Destruction into Huk Mu-je—bit by infinitesimal bit.
So minute that Huk Mu-je never once felt it.
Colorless and odorless, triggering no reaction unless one’s energy rose above a certain threshold, it was impossible for the recipient to ever notice.
Of course, even the Seeds of Destruction could not forcibly demonize a master of Sama Ryang’s—the Twelve Supremes.
But that was not the effect Sama Ryang was aiming for.
Now Huk Mu-je would be unable to use his Internal Energy for a quarter hour.
A quarter hour was enough.
Enough to sever the neck of an old man who could summon no strength whatsoever.
Yes.
In truth, he had been ready to claim Huk Mu-je’s head at any moment.
‘Had I grown too careless?’
This was precisely why Sama Ryang could remain so composed even when his identity had been exposed.
“Protect the Alliance Lord!”
Muon Ssanggum, grasping the situation at once, drew his twin blades and stood against Sama Ryang alongside Myeolhon Dae.
They were tenser than anyone.
They had seen the power with which Sama Ryang had overwhelmed Gui An-ma-gun.
And yet—
“Hmph. Wretches.”
Even these elite warriors of the Sa-do Alliance proved no match for him.
In the blink of an eye, they were all sent flying by his hand.
Soon only Sama Ryang and Huk Mu-je faced each other.
“Who could have known? That today would be the day this Huk Mu-je meets his death.”
“What do you intend to do with the others?”
“All who have seen and heard everything in this place will die. You ask an obvious question.”
“Is that so.”
Huk Mu-je gazed up at the sky, his expression hollow.
Then he straightened his sword once more.
“And yet you will still fight in such a state? Give it up. Don’t make a fool of yourself. It is unworthy of Huk Mu-je.”
“If I were alone, perhaps I would. I never thought my last fight would be so pitiful, and yet I must struggle to the very end, must I not? If for nothing else, then for those who trusted and followed only me.”
It was sincere.
What then was it to be worthy of Huk Mu-je?
What the world thought mattered little—he would fight and die for those who had followed him to the end, however wretched and pitiful that might appear.
Huk Mu-je believed this was the only way that suited him.
So now, as nothing more than a feeble old man incapable of drawing even a fragment of Internal Energy, he had taken up his sword.
The sight of it displeased Sama Ryang intensely.
“How touching. Then I shall make your death as agonizing as possible. Tsk-tsk.”
Just as Sama Ryang moved to brandish his whip with savage intent—
“Wait.”
Someone stepped forward in front of Huk Mu-je.
“You haven’t forgotten me, have you?”
It was Yeo Un-hwi.

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