My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 41

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Episode 41. You’ve never done this before, have you?
“No, what on earth is—”
“Brother. Am I seeing this right? That’s… surely that’s—”
“I saw it too.”
The members of the Baekrang Squad watching the exchange blinked rapidly, struggling to process what they’d witnessed.
Until Yeo Un-hwi stepped forward, they’d thought him brave but foolish.
There were limits to ignorance—what could this upstart hope to accomplish by inserting himself into such a fight?
They’d been certain he was courting death.
But the Divine Presence Yeo Un-hwi now displayed struck them with profound shock.
Geuk-ak Soma’s Gyeok-sal-ji was an Absolute Technique of such terrifying speed and power that they couldn’t even react to it.
Not only had Yeo Un-hwi evaded it—he’d mastered it perfectly after witnessing it merely a few times.
Easy to say, but they understood as well as Geuk-ak Soma himself how impossible such a thing truly was.
Yet Yeo Un-hwi executed this feat of the unimaginable with perfect composure.
So effortlessly that it made observers question whether they were dreaming.
What exactly had the young lady from Peng brought into the Peng Family?
One thing was certain: this man was no useless scholar.
They had all been catastrophically wrong about Yeo Un-hwi.
O Chae-mu, meanwhile, found himself acutely embarrassed by every word and action he’d directed at Yeo Un-hwi until now.
‘What was I thinking, speaking to such a master that way…?’
His face burned with mortification more than from his wounds—he wished he could vanish into a mouse hole.
“You… you bastard…”
While O Chae-mu and the Baekrang Squad reeled at the revelation of Yeo Un-hwi’s true identity, Geuk-ak Soma’s eyes had gone cold and hard.
The ease that had characterized him until now had vanished entirely.
Yeo Un-hwi gazed at Geuk-ak Soma and smiled faintly.
“Why has your gaze grown so fierce?”
“Tell me—what exactly are you?”
“Ah, I haven’t said yet?”
Geuk-ak Soma had not yet learned where Yeo Un-hwi and the Baekrang Squad had come from.
Ordinarily, he wouldn’t have cared.
But this young man standing before him was far from ordinary.
That was why he’d grown curious.
“We’ve come from the Peng Family.”
“The Peng Family? You mean the Hebei Peng Family?”
“That’s right.”
“The Peng Family produced a monster like you? That’s absurd.”
The Peng Family, as Geuk-ak Soma remembered them, was a straightforward organization.
He couldn’t believe—indeed, he didn’t think it possible—that they’d secretly cultivated a master of such caliber.
Of course, the Peng Family had nothing to do with creating Yeo Un-hwi, but there was no reason for him to explain that.
More pressing was—
“Do you find the Peng Family so amusing?”
“Amusing? No. Rather, I’ve never feared them. I fear none of the Five Great Families.”
“But you should begin to. The Peng Family will become the Greatest Family Under Heaven.”
“What?”
It wasn’t merely a statement—it was a declaration.
A declaration utterly unsuited to the present moment.
Yet those words from Yeo Un-hwi left a profound mark on every member of the Baekrang Squad.
The Greatest Family Under Heaven.
In all the world today, who possessed the audacity to speak such words so casually?
Even Peng Mu-gang, the current head of the family, would never utter such an outrageously ambitious claim lightly.
Yet Yeo Un-hwi spoke as though it would be accomplished this very moment.
“Hah.”
Geuk-ak Soma let out a bitter laugh at hearing such an absurd claim hurled at him so brazenly.
‘But perhaps… it might be possible.’
This young man’s talent was nothing short of extraordinary.
Enough to inspire even him with a trace of fear. But—
Geuk-ak Soma’s eyes flashed with lethal intent as he spoke.
“Hmph. Before that happens, I’ll destroy the Peng Family with these hands. Then I’ll sever the heads of your wife, your children, your entire bloodline and hang them in the marketplace. Hehehehe.”
“Ha.”
Whoooosh.
The space between them suddenly convulsed.
And Yeo Un-hwi’s energy—or rather, it felt as though his very essence had transformed into something entirely different.
The moment Geuk-ak Soma locked eyes with Yeo Un-hwi, whose eyes had reopened after closing briefly, every hair on his body bristled.
“Ugh.”
Did he understand? That he had just uttered words he should never, under any circumstances, have spoken.
It was Yeo Un-hwi’s Reverse Scale—and the worst possible move Geuk-ak Soma could have made.
‘Where did this monster crawl out from……’
Geuk-ak Soma’s face contorted as he recoiled from the sudden shift in Yeo Un-hwi’s aura.
Bad luck, one might say.
He’d been hiding, evading the Murim League and the Sa-do League, and yet here he stood face to face with this abomination.
Irritation flared.
He despised exhaustion—such a trivial reason, yet it explained his fondness for slaughtering the weak.
But then,
‘No. No, wait.’
Geuk-ak Soma shook his head.
Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise.
There was no reason to fear.
Better to prune the bud now than to invite trouble later.
This one appeared to belong to the Orthodox Faction.
If so, the odds of crossing paths as enemies again were considerable.
And by then, he might have grown too formidable for Geuk-ak Soma to handle alone.
Remarkable talent, certainly, but fortunately still just a fledgling.
He had witnessed countless cases of prodigies, brimming with talent, growing arrogant and dying young—he’d seen it so many times it was beyond counting.
What frightened him was not this creature’s present, but his future.
So he would kill him here. Absolutely.
Geuk-ak Soma steeled himself with that resolve.
His expression shifted entirely.
He began to draw forth every ounce of his power.
“Do you think Gyeok-sal-ji is all I possess?”
He laughed wickedly.
The air around him warped and twisted.
“The power of the Gwang-hyeol Ma-gong’s tenth realm—you’ve never glimpsed such a thing. Consider yourself honored.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Geuk-ak Soma’s body transformed into something grotesque.
His once-frail frame swelled into something towering and youthful.
In an instant, he had become an entirely different man.
Aaahhh.
Geuk-ak Soma drew in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.
When his eyes—which had been shut—opened, they had turned crimson.
That red gaze swept briefly toward the Baekrang Squad before fixing entirely on Yeo Un-hwi.
“You will come to regret forcing me into this form.”
Whoosh.
With those words, Geuk-ak Soma’s figure vanished.
Everyone’s eyes lost him in that instant.
And then,
“Above! He’s above!”
O Chae-mu screamed the warning to Yeo Un-hwi.
Yeo Un-hwi’s head snapped up.
Geuk-ak Soma had already materialized directly above him, fist driving down.
By a hair’s breadth, Yeo Un-hwi staggered backward.
Kaboom!
With the deafening blast, the ground where Yeo Un-hwi had stood moments before caved inward.
A single punch—and the earth had been hollowed into a vast crater.
The power was nothing short of catastrophic.
“Haa……”
“How could……”
The faces of the Baekrang Squad members drained of all color at the overwhelming assault.
Impossibly strong.
A single blow like that would reduce them to dust—there was no question.
“There’s no way we could overcome something like that.”
They had glimpsed a sliver of hope in Yeo Un-hwi’s unexpected strength, but witnessing the true power of Geuk-ak Soma, despair reclaimed them once more.
No matter how exceptional Yeo Un-hwi was, Geuk-ak Soma remained one of the Absolute Evil—a great demon lord.
He’d simply forgotten that for a moment.
Even being generous, it was right to think that Yeo Un-hwi still wasn’t ready to face him.
And the previous attack had made abundantly clear that Geuk-ak Soma hadn’t yet shown his true colors in this battle.
And yet—
“Splendid. Truly magnificent.”
Strangely, despite the situation deteriorating badly, Yeo Un-hwi showed no sign of being intimidated or flustered.
As though he’d anticipated exactly this much.
“Your clever tricks won’t help you. My words and your paltry talents won’t work on me anymore.”
But Geuk-ak Soma believed Yeo Un-hwi’s composure was merely an act, a false show of leisure.
What could this wretch possibly do against the overwhelming power he was finally unleashing?
“I’ll tear you to shreds as painfully as I can, you dog! Khahahaha!”
With that, Geuk-ak Soma’s assault resumed.
Crash! Bang! Bang!
With every punch he threw, enormous craters opened in the ground around him.
Boom! Kaboom!
“Everyone fall back as far as you can! Now!”
The Baekrang Squad members scrambled to gather their wounded and retreated with all their strength.
Had they been caught in the crossfire, they would have lost their lives.
This was no longer mere human strength. It was a disaster.
A catastrophe beyond the reach of mortal power.
Power befitting the massive infamy of Absolute Evil.
“Khahahaha! You scurry away like rats, don’t you!”
Perhaps it had been so long since he’d fully unleashed his strength.
Geuk-ak Soma was growing increasingly intoxicated by his own power.
And so he was missing something he would normally have noticed immediately.
The fact that his overwhelmingly destructive attacks had never once struck Yeo Un-hwi—hadn’t even grazed him.
“Well, this is something.”
Having dodged the endless barrage, Yeo Un-hwi watched Geuk-ak Soma from a distance, his excitement mounting, and let out a sigh.
And from his lips came words no one would have expected.
“I’m not sure whether to call it ridiculous or pathetic.”
“What did you say?”
“You. This is the first time you’ve fought with everything unleashed and your life on the line, isn’t it?”
At Yeo Un-hwi’s words, Geuk-ak Soma’s head tilted in confusion.
What was this madman babbling about now?
He meant to ignore it as more of that three-inch tongue, but Geuk-ak Soma found himself unable to bear his curiosity about what Yeo Un-hwi meant.
“Why do you think that?”
“Because you’re incompetent.”
“I-incompetent? After seeing my power like this—!”
“Yes. You have immense strength, but the way you use it, the way you fight—it’s pathetic. You were better when you were using Gyeok-sal-ji before you opened your power. That’s what I mean.”
“Nonsense….”
“As I see it, you’ve never actually fought a true worthy opponent. If you ever had the chance, you’d have run away, making every excuse under the sun. Then you’ve spent your time slaughtering the weak and innocent, deluding yourself that you were strong. Am I right?”
“You mad fool! Still mocking me to the end!”
Geuk-ak Soma, seized by fury, unleashed a massive attack on Yeo Un-hwi with all his might.
As though to kill him in a single blow.
Boom!
But again his attack cut through empty air.
And then—
Crack!
Dodging the strike, Yeo Un-hwi somersaulted backward through the air and drove his heel toward Geuk-ak Soma’s jaw.
“Ugh!”
Struck directly for the first time, Geuk-ak Soma staggered backward in shock.
Then Yeo Un-hwi smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
“See? With just a few words I provoke you, and you come at me with everything you have, leaving yourself wide open. Again.”
“You think such a trivial blow matters to me!”
“Tsk.”
Geuk-ak Soma, as if unbothered, moved to rush at Yeo Un-hwi again.
But then—
Stagger.
Geuk-ak Soma’s body lurched badly to one side.
Then he simply collapsed to the ground.
Geuk-ak Soma stared at Yeo Un-hwi, his face a mask of disbelief at what had just transpired.
“You’re remarkably dull, not even aware of your own body’s condition. Tsk, tsk.”
“You. You.”
“I thought I might at least snag one genuine heavyweight during warm-up exercises.”
Yeo Un-hwi’s cold gaze looked down upon the collapsed Geuk-ak Soma.
His eyes brimmed with contempt.
“So you’re just a lunatic with a loud mouth, after all.”

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