The Hwangbo Clan’s Beloved Live-In Son-in-Law - Chapter 100
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Chapter 100
Clang. Claang!
Thud.
The situation on the cliff was still chaotic battle.
Namgung Bin fought as if burning his very life.
He gathered even his last handful of strength and struggled desperately.
He overwhelmed the entire crowd.
No one dared to look down on him.
Even though he staggered with each swing of his sword, and was wounded every time he swung twice.
Before long, the black-clad warriors fallen around him numbered over ten.
The two guards from Qingshigol Sect clutched their wounds and retreated, while even Fan Chong and the Jeok Brothers’ faces turned pale as if their spirits had been crushed.
“Brother… the throwing knives.”
“Draw your blade.”
Just because they were members of the Dang Family didn’t mean they only threw hidden weapons. They used poison, whips, spears, and blades.
Because one person cannot carry an unlimited number of bladed weapons.
Jeok Inhyeok and Jeok Insan’s hidden weapons were nearly exhausted.
One might think they could pick up the deflected ones, but the Dang Family’s thin and precise hidden weapons easily bent from small impacts.
That minute difference made trajectories impossible to calculate, and even in the Dang Family, those who could still throw them could be counted on one hand.
The Two People drew blades in both hands, leaving only a few hidden weapons.
These two had served under Tang Qihun, called the Remaining Shadow Hand.
They had both learned how to use forearm-length twin swords from him.
Having abandoned him to come this far, failure was not an option.
“Huff. Hufff.”
Namgung Bin exhaled shallow breaths as if about to vomit.
No matter how much he tried to breathe in, it wouldn’t pass his throat.
He barely stood swaying with his blade planted in the ground, but his eyes alone blazed fiercely alive.
Crumble.
Earth crumbled and fell where he dragged his feet back.
Pushed back and back again, before he knew it, a cliff stood behind him.
Would he survive if he just fell? He had looked down several times, but no. Even with a healthy body, this would be hard to guarantee.
That’s right.
No matter how infinitely strong one becomes, mere human strength cannot overcome nature.
At the edge between life and death, turning toward life reveals this world where demons fight, while turning toward death allows one to become one with magnificent nature.
Yet stubbornly facing life might be the limitation of mere humans.
The corners of Namgung Bin’s mouth unconsciously rose.
Come.
I will struggle for life until the moment I breathe my last breath.
The dying embers blazed up once more.
Even the black-clad warriors who hadn’t uttered a single scream were intimidated by that momentum and couldn’t attack recklessly.
Only three remained.
However, they couldn’t maintain such a standoff for long.
Giving the exhausted Namgung Bin time to rest would be more disadvantageous.
The warriors who met each other’s eyes charged in again, all at once.
Namgung Bin looked like he absolutely couldn’t move this time.
Swish.
“Huff.”
Thud.
Not a single sound of clashing blades was heard, yet Namgung Bin’s sword snapped and fell, and both his knees hit the ground.
Huff. Huff.
Namgung Bin barely raised his upper body and exhaled toward the sky, seeming to have not even a bit of strength left.
However, even in that state, this was Namgung Bin who had cut down three skilled warriors in an instant.
Even the remaining Jeok Brothers and Fan Chong were left with their mouths agape.
“…Hah. What a monster.”
A hollow laugh escaped from Jeok Insan’s mouth.
Even seeing his younger brother like this, the elder couldn’t say anything.
He felt the same way.
Kicking away the blade planted in the ground for one, then laying his body in midair to dodge two crossing blades for another.
The last one he simply blocked by throwing his left hand, then pushed the blade in.
Since his strength was exhausted and it wouldn’t go in, he threw his whole body to push it, so it was natural that the blade that fell with him couldn’t hold up any longer.
All he wanted was breath.
Like a thirsty person catching rain in their mouth, the Jeok Brothers approached Namgung Bin who was just gasping with his mouth open.
“However, all things must come to an end.”
Jeok Inhyeok muttered lowly.
A talent of the age.
How much had he heard about this genius who was much younger than himself.
He had thought rumors were worthless, but seeing it in person, that talent was so brilliant.
So brilliant it was regrettable to end it with his own hands.
“Resent heaven.”
So he had to die.
Not just because of his martial qualifications, but also because of his obsession with life.
If that shining person grew up to become the head of his family, how much more would that house shine?
Jeok Inhyeok’s hand lightly gripped the sword hilt.
It would be over in the blink of an eye.
That was the final tribute to this brilliant talent.
When Jeok Inhyeok signaled to his younger brother, Jeok Insan gripped the few remaining throwing knives in his hand.
Even against an opponent in that condition, Namgung Bin was someone they couldn’t let their guard down against until the very end.
Soon Jeok Insan waved his hand holding the hidden weapons. Eight hidden weapons total. Four would target him directly, the remaining four would cover the directions he might dodge.
However.
Thud.
“Huh?”
“Hmm?”
It was then that a hand suddenly popped out from the edge of the cliff.
Thud thud.
Dirt and dust cascaded down below, and with spitting sounds, an upper body emerged covered in dirt and dust.
With a grunt, legs crawled up and supported the body again as it stood upright.
From fingertips brushing off dust, hazy particles rose even in this moisture before quickly clumping together wetly.
“Whew. Must not have heard well with all that noise. I’ve been calling for quite a while now.”
He was a tall man.
A well-fed, robust frame stood out on his body along with a scarred face.
Each step he took was subtly unsteady.
Clang clang.
Three or four hidden weapons that Jeok Inhyeok had secretly thrown were instantly deflected.
They had all been aimed at Namgung Bin, but the man had extended his long arm and struck them away with his sheath.
It wasn’t something that could be deflected so easily.
Namgung Bin barely turned his eyes to look at the man.
The sun hanging in mid-heaven pierced his eyes in reverse, making it seem like a dark shadow stood tall.
At a glance, it looked like a pine tree stretched long or a rock with deep roots.
Without realizing it, a smile crept across his face.
For the first time, his head felt clear.
Good timing.
I was getting a bit… tired.
No matter who had come, he would have been worried.
But strangely, seeing this person didn’t make him worry.
Even Namgung Bin himself found this strange.
“Brother.”
Leaving only those words.
Namgung Bin collapsed.
***
Xie Baowei’s discovery of Namgung Bin was purely by chance.
Secretly crossing Xiliang Gorge under cover of night had been arduous work, but how could he know where in the vast foothills of Wushan Namgung Bin might be?
So from dawn until morning, he simply walked endlessly from south to north at the entrance to Wushan.
Along the way he encountered strange people, hid from them, avoided them, knocked them down and quietly tied them up and hid them, and then thought.
Whoever these guys are, they’re definitely looking for Namgung Bin.
If it’s Namgung Bin, he’ll avoid them on his own, right?
“Mm. As expected.”
“Sigh. Looking at it, our Three Absolutes seem to have good heads, but don’t think to use them.”
He seemed to hear Dangyeonhwa’s voice from somewhere.
Right. It’s not that I can’t use it, I just don’t, but when I do use it, I use it well.
After wandering around gauging the positions of places with many guards and places without, he finally spotted some beggar-like warrior fighting with black-robed figures at the edge of some distant cliff.
And even that he could barely find only after climbing to the very top of a large tree because of the thick grass and trees.
For some reason there were also people wearing Dang Family clothing, but setting aside the complex affairs between them, he shouted and ran, but the current flowing around the cliff swallowed his voice, and he even mistepped on the path around the cliff edge, causing him to climb up from below.
“Are you alright?”
“I’ll live.”
“Am I not too late?”
“Perfect timing.”
When Xie Baowei asked, Namgung Bin, sprawled out completely, answered weakly.
Though his voice and body had no strength at all, strangely he seemed to have regained vitality.
Looking at his completely ruined left arm and the wounds covering his entire body, Xie Baowei shrugged his shoulders.
He says he’s fine. He must be fine then.
What’s important is what comes next.
“Can I take him?”
Thunk.
As soon as he lifted one foot, two hidden weapons embedded at his feet.
That means no, right?
Looking around, while he didn’t know about the fallen ones, those standing wore Dang Family clothing.
This is quite troublesome.
“It seems like you don’t know who this friend here is, but no… it might be better to just let him go without knowing?”
No matter how little he knew about politics, he understood well that this situation would be problematic.
So he couldn’t just stand by and watch.
Just looking at the black-robed people who had already fallen, the problem was serious…
Xie Baowei pondered for a moment, then examined the fallen and the intact people.
The dead had died without any concern, and among the living, some had wounds and seemed tired, but looking closely, they were fine.
Namgung Bin had amazingly discriminated between people.
There must be reasons for everything.
The men just looked at each other without answering.
No need for questions and answers.
He saw it all, how their gazes became resolute. You bastards.
“Can’t be helped.”
Xie Baowei shrugged his shoulders again.
It was the next moment.
Whoosh.
“Bastard!”
Xie Baowei’s foot kicked up from the ground.
A corpse stirring might not be a big deal, but the hidden weapons that had been scattered along with it being sprayed with sand was a problem.
It was at least enough to make the two masters of the Dang Family’s Bichiryeong hesitate momentarily.
Just. That much.
“Let’s go.”
“I trust you.”
Xie Baowei had lifted Namgung Bin onto his back.
The situation had become the opposite of before.
“Leave me and go, I was hoping you’d say the same thing.”
“Please save me.”
Pfft.
Another deflating sound came from Namgung Bin’s mouth.
Even though his whole body ached as if it were breaking apart, he laughed again.
Yes, it was the same back then too.
This indifferent, large man made even difficult tasks seem easy.
Just like when he had deceived himself back then.
If there was a difference, it was that this man really thought it was no big deal?
So.
“Hey.”
Since it’s no big deal.
A little.
“Hey there.”
Just a little.
“Damn it.”
I can have some hope too.
Namgung Bin’s head dropped with a thud.
Xie Baowei swore and swung his sword in an awkward stance.
Clang clang clang!
The hidden weapons that struck the scabbard bounced off, scattering sparks.
The two brothers of the Jeok family rushed in like arrows.
Xie Baowei looked back and forth between the incoming blade and the waterway behind him, then immediately.
“Oh!”
“No!”
He leaped down the cliff.
Whoooosh.
Did the sound of rushing water swallow even their screams?
“Brother! Over there!”
Xie Baowei emerged, hanging onto a small crevice that led down the cliff.
It was when Jeok Insan was about to kick toward him.
“Stop.”
Jeok Inhyeok grabbed his younger brother.
“Brother!”
“He’s already beyond our reach.”
Shaking his head firmly, he looked behind them instead.
A rough-looking man came into his sight.
“Damn it! What are you all doing!”
Fan Chong approached with a hardened face.
Standing at the cliff’s edge, he could clearly see a thick figure fleeing far in the distance.
“We can’t let him escape! We can’t! Namgung is there! Namgung!!”
What to do about this.
What to do about this mistake!
If that bastard lives, Sichuan will be ruined. Fan Chong, who still firmly believed these words, couldn’t even think that he would become the cause of it, and only stamped his feet in frustration at not being able to kill him.
Rather than questions about the black-clad men, right now that was the most important thing to Fan Chong.
“We must pursue again. Listen, Biyan. We can’t give up like this.”
He shouted in frustration. Then he approached the two people without reserve.
They had to chase quickly. There was no time to hesitate like this…
Thunk.
“Huh?”
A short blade protruded from the center of his chest.
“…Wh, what is.”
What.
No more words came out.
Thud.
As he collapsed, his eyes took in the black-clad group that was being revealed more and more, and his own subordinates dying without being able to resist them.
Jeok Insan crouched down and closed his unseeing eyes.
“Maitreya’s manifestation brings bliss to this world. Since Maitreya has already descended, those who believe in him shall enjoy bliss in this world. Lord Fan had too little faith.”
Jeok Inhyeok spoke without even glancing at the fallen Fan Chong.
“The messengers of the sacred fire shall pursue them. We must take care of this precious life lost to that villain’s ambush.”
Does Heaven want to save Namgung?
Is that truly Heaven’s will?
Jeok Inhyeok shook his head.
It doesn’t matter.
Namgung Bin is a spark anyway.
A spark that will shake the Dang Family.
Now that spark had simply become Fan Chong.
It would be a much weaker spark than before…
But as long as anger and chaos blazed because of it, that would be enough.
And that would become an opportunity.
“Myeongangyeokjeon—for me to rise up, I must pull others down.”
Jeok Inhyeok turned his body around.
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