My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 69

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Episode 69. He broke into a bright smile
“How is it… that you’re here?”
Jegal Gil stared at Yeo Un-hui with a look of utter disbelief.
He couldn’t tell if the moment unfolding before him was dream or reality.
What had just transpired before his very eyes was too staggering, too impossible to accept even having witnessed it with his own eyes.
With a stroke of Yeo Un-hui’s One Sword Technique so swift he hadn’t even seen the blade move, the arm of Heukmma—one of the Ten Demonic Stars from the Demonic Sect—had been severed clean from his body.
Jegal Gil, having trained in Martial Arts himself, could dimly grasp just how monumental such a thing truly was.
As a result, the pupils of Jegal Gil—a man normally so impassive he was often called taciturn—trembled violently, as if the earth itself had shaken beneath him.
Yet Yeo Un-hui, the man at the center of it all, smiled toward Jegal Gil as if nothing whatsoever had occurred.
And what he said was,
“Ha. What a coincidence this is. To meet like this during a night’s stroll, of all things.”
“…I beg your pardon?”
Jegal Gil’s face went blank.
A night’s stroll? What manner of absurdity was this?
“Ha, haha…”
A hollow laugh spilled from Jegal Gil’s lips.
He wasn’t certain what Yeo Un-hui was playing at, but one thing was clear: the man had come here to save him.
Yeo Un-hui’s expression then turned grave.
“For now, step back and remain behind me. We’ll speak of this later.”
“Yes, understood.”
At his words, Jegal Gil quickly nodded and retreated.
His eyes, bewildered and uncertain, fixed upon the back of the man now standing before him.
Yeo Un-hui.
What in the world was this man’s true nature?
In this moment, with life hanging by a thread, it was this question alone that consumed Jegal Gil’s curiosity.
“…What?”
Heukmma blinked for a moment, then lowered his gaze to his severed arm.
His face contorted savagely.
“Graaaagh… You!”
He had lost his arm in a moment so absurdly swift, so completely beyond his anticipation.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Heukmma quickly staunched the bleeding.
It was unbelievable. Despite his momentary carelessness, to be overwhelmed so effortlessly.
“You… who are you?”
Heukmma, his face twisted with rising fury, unleashed a savage aura without restraint.
Yet Yeo Un-hui paid it no mind, receiving the pressure with casual composure.
“Hmm. So you’re an old dog from the Demonic Sect. Of late, I seem to be blooding my hands with elders more and more. This is beginning to disturb my sleep.”
Yeo Un-hui gave a small laugh as he brushed dust from his blade.
“Or perhaps it’s the opposite—sending off ghosts who ought to have descended to hell long ago.”
“How dare you speak so, not knowing who you face!”
“Who? You’re one of the Ten Demonic Stars of the Demonic Sect, are you not?”
“I, you…”
Heukmma’s teeth ground together.
The casual arrogance of this young wretch standing before him infuriated Heukmma utterly.
It was as if the boy believed he could kill him whenever he wished.
It was absurd beyond measure.
In all of Central Plains’ Martial world, who would dare speak so freely before Heukmma?
Only the Sect Master commanding the Demonic Sect or those of the Twelve Lords Within would possess such audacity.
Yet…
‘Wait. Hold on.’
A thought suddenly occurred to Heukmma, and his eyes went wide.
Elders’ blood staining his hands more often these days, he’d said?
Then who had he disposed of before?
Hmm.
The Hebei Peng Family, the White Wolf Brigade… Ah, I see.
Heukmma’s eyes darted rapidly, his face twisting into a grotesque grimace.
“So it was you. You’re the one who slew the Extreme Evil Little Demon. And our Demonic Sect’s Black Killing Squad as well!”
“Well, among those I’ve cut down recently, there were a few like that.”
“Such arrogance.”
“Is it arrogance, or merely capability?”
Yeo Un-hui gestured with a tilt of his head toward Heukmma’s severed arm and spoke.
“Actually, it seems like the leisure is coming from your side—with that arm, I mean.”
The man had already become a one-armed creature.
Just moments before, courtesy of Yeo Un-hui.
At that, Heukmma let out a scoff.
“Hmph! Do you really think I cannot defeat you, even missing an arm?”
“I think you probably can’t, actually.”
“You rotten bastard!”
The man truly couldn’t let a single word pass unchallenged.
Staring at Yeo Un-hui with naked ferocity, Heukmma churned his mind.
He’d never heard word of such a young master among the Peng Family until now.
Was this one newly recruited to the Peng Family? Or some prodigy the family had cultivated in secret, hidden from public view?
No, that wasn’t it.
It was hard to believe the Peng Family had deliberately groomed such a youth to reach this level of mastery.
If they truly possessed such latent strength, the Peng Family should have been making far more of a name for themselves by now.
But where in the world did this young upstart come from?
“…Ha!”
Well, fine. He didn’t know where such a creature had suddenly emerged from. But regardless!
“All right. You’re young and vigorous, I’ll grant you that—but I’ll make you regret the day you appeared before me.”
“My word. The old man loses an arm and still bounces about so briskly. Or could it be that you regenerate limbs or something like that?”
Yeo Un-hui thought it plausible—the Demonic Sect wielded such grotesque Martial Arts that such a thing wasn’t impossible.
But Heukmma, regarding even that remark as mockery, glared with blazing eyes and scoffed.
“Hmph! Madman! I’ll kill you on the spot!”
Heukmma shouted in a voice thick with rage.
Why should he not be enraged?
He too was a Martial Practitioner before anything else—demonic cultivator or not.
To lose an arm was an enormous loss.
A catastrophic wound that no passage of time could ever restore.
And inflicted by nothing more than this presumptuous whelp barely old enough to shave.
This would surely become the object of ridicule among the other Ten Demonic Stars, a humiliation that would dog him forever.
Moreover, the youth seemed to have grown drunk on confidence from slaying the Extreme Evil Little Demon.
Arrogant and clueless of his own station.
Though the Extreme Evil Little Demon was counted among the Absolute Evil, he was ranked the weakest of that tier.
He’d only stumbled into his reputation through sheer fortune.
And this puppy was acting so cocky just for defeating him?
Or did he think severing his arm had already secured victory? How dare he?
Heukmma resolved to tear the young creature to shreds before him with maximum agony.
At once, he unleashed all the power within him.
The Destruction Star-Absorbing Demonic Art.
In an instant, all the air surrounding them began to ripple and waver.
And then came the illusory sensation of hearing the cries of vengeful spirits from somewhere.
Yeo Un-hui’s face registered mild surprise.
“Oho! I’ve heard the Martial Arts of the Demonic Sect’s Ten Demonic Stars are formidable—looks the rumors weren’t hollow.”
“It’s too late! You wretch!”
Thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump.
The Poison Snake Palm.
Crack! Crack-crack!
Boom! Bang-bang! Booom!
Each time Heukmma swung his remaining hand, the terrain around them warped under the impact.
It was genuinely tremendous force.
Despite losing one arm, his attacks were so fierce that it would be no wonder if he could guarantee victory against nearly anyone he faced.
Yet Yeo Un-hui was navigating those assaults with ease, slipping past each one.
“How can this be……”
Jegal Gil’s eyes were trembling intensely.
It was no wonder—he had been utterly convinced that this man called Yeo Un-hui was nothing but a scholar with barely a smidge of Martial Arts training.
Even probing with his senses multiple times, he’d detected not the slightest trace of Martial Arts cultivation.
And yet this man had suddenly appeared, severed Heukmma’s arm, and now faced him directly.
And entirely without giving ground.
The Ten Demonic Stars of the Demonic Sect—save for the Twelve Lords Within—there were fewer than seven among the orthodox sects and Martial Alliance who could face them whole.
The very reason the Nine Great Sects and Five Great Clans, even joining forces with the Martial Alliance, were still rated beneath the Demonic Sect was precisely because of these Ten Demonic Stars.
Heukmma was the third-longest-serving master among the Ten Demonic Stars, maintaining his position as an Absolute Expert in the Demonic Sect.
Yet here he stood, matched evenly against such a master.
No—that wasn’t quite right either. To Jegal Gil’s eye, Yeo Un-hui appeared markedly more composed, distinctly in control.
It was simply astonishing.
‘So this is the man’s true power.’
But Jegal Gil did not know.
Right now, Yeo Un-hui was revealing barely half of what he possessed.
Crash! Boom! Thud!
Heukmma’s hands unleashed an unrelenting torrent of devastating attacks.
Crash-crash-crash! Roooar!
The ground shook violently with each successive blow.
Jegal Gil took another step back.
One moment of carelessness, and being swept into that maelstrom would mean death in an instant.
The shockwave alone from their clash was tremendous.
For Jegal Gil, who had witnessed no shortage of violence in his years, this was something he had never seen before.
“Curse you! Your evasion is disgustingly smooth!”
“Ah. Did it appear that way? My apologies, then.”
Yeo Un-hui laughed softly.
Laughing? At a time like this?
Heukmma’s face twitched.
In that instant—
Screech!
A blade aura of terrifying speed came hurtling straight toward Heukmma’s face.
“Gaahhh!”
I’m dead!
Heukmma’s eyes went wide with panic as he threw his body backward with all his might.
He barely managed to escape.
“Huff… huff…”
Yet—
Drip.
He hadn’t evaded completely; a thin line of blood traced down his forehead.
Simultaneously, strands of his hair fell away, leaving him disheveled.
But such things were the least of Heukmma’s concerns—he was consumed by shock.
‘What… what was that?!’
He hadn’t seen it.
He’d only sensed it, barely, as it reached his face.
Had he not reacted with every shred of instinct at that awful chill, his neck would have been severed before he could blink.
His entire body trembled.
How was such a thing even possible?
In all his years, he had never witnessed a Swift Saber Technique of such overwhelming power.
Even Doma, one of the Ten Demonic Stars like himself, had never achieved this.
“You… what is your true identity? How do you possess such strength at your age?”
He was genuinely bewildered.
He had never once heard rumors of such a being in Hebei.
With Martial Arts of this caliber, how had this man remained hidden until now?
It wasn’t as if he’d simply fallen from the sky.
Everything was a mystery.
But more than anything, this man was dangerous.
Perhaps even more so than the Martial Alliance Master himself.
I must report this. I have to return and inform the higher-ups of this man’s existence, somehow—!
“I don’t think this is the time to be scheming, though?”
As if reading Heukmma’s every thought, Yeo Un-hui spoke to him, his lips curling upward slowly.
Yet his smile stood in stark contrast to his eyes—cold as winter stone.
“From here on, if you’ve any strength left in you, I’d suggest using all of it. At least then you won’t die feeling cheated.”
“Wh… what did you say?!”
Heukmma met Yeo Un-hui’s gaze.
“Because,”
Yeo Un-hui smiled brightly at Heukmma.
“you’re going to die here today.”

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