The Hwangbo Clan’s Beloved Live-In Son-in-Law - Chapter 42
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Chapter 42
Xie Baowei was an ordinary orphan.
It might seem strange to put ‘ordinary’ before the word ‘orphan’, but such were the times. He believed that about himself.
He had lived and survived without parents.
He didn’t think that was strange.
He had simply lived his life.
Therefore, there was something many people misunderstood.
No, perhaps it was a lack of understanding.
In fact, even he himself hadn’t known it.
“Excellent!”
Tougui’s voice was filled with excitement once again.
Xie Baowei’s spear-sword that charged roughly struck the blade relentlessly. The attacks coming from all directions—up, down, left, right—were like facing twin swords or fighting two people at once.
“Thrilling!”
Though he was enjoying it far too much for someone deflecting all of Xie Baowei’s storm-like attacks with just one arm while gripping the center of his spear-sword.
However, Tougui was feeling a spine-tingling sense of crisis in his own way.
“Come at me harder, you bastard!”
Clang!
The blue blade seemed to slice his neck before withdrawing, then the heavy spear shaft struck down to crush his head.
Sometimes short-gripped thrusts poured out consecutive attacks in an instant, other times the spear shaft bent like a whip.
Even the occasional deflecting kicks and fragments flying from his feet.
The flow was unpredictable.
It was regrettable that he lacked one more hand!
Tougui’s eyes gleamed as he concentrated.
A single moment’s mistake would mean defeat.
Defeat meant death.
The spear blade grazing the edge of his forehead again made his hair stand on end with delight.
He almost regretted having to end this moment.
But.
“Let’s end this.”
All fun things must come to an end.
Tougui’s excited voice turned colder than ever before.
After deflecting all that storm-like momentum, there was nothing more to see.
Where was the crisis in such obvious danger?
Finally, clearly targeting the opening that had grown in Xie Baowei’s stance, Tougui pressed deep into the ground.
Before that spear-sword could return.
“…Huh?”
He had clearly been gauging the distance.
“Ha!”
Somehow.
The blade was right in front of his nose as before, but Xie Baowei’s body stood at the far end of a seven-foot long weapon.
“…I feel like I was interrupted while taking a shit.”
Deep displeasure washed over Tougui’s entire body.
Yet what emerged was profound admiration.
“You charged like a madman.”
Glancing down at his feet, the footprints were clear. Three steps back, one step forward.
He had retreated five steps, then advanced three.
When retreating, he hadn’t realized he’d stepped back so much, and when pushing forward, he thought he’d pushed three or four steps more.
“It wasn’t pushing forward, it was letting me be pushed.”
In contrast, that guy was now far away.
Even while creating distance, his consecutive attacks had felt complete.
No, that wasn’t it…
Was I getting tired?
“Huff. Ha.”
When Tougui slightly raised the hand holding his blade, his arm was trembling.
Sweat dripped down.
He stared for a moment, then shook his head.
Hmph.
He was still far from blaming his age. This was because that guy was skilled.
“Huff. Huff.”
Xie Baowei slowly regulated his breath after that intense assault.
He breathed in deeply and exhaled deeply.
His body, which had moved violently in an instant, cried out for rest.
Keeping his spear tip straight without wavering, he slowly relaxed his body.
“Is this your way? How boring.”
Tougui spoke in a clear voice. His breathing seemed to have already recovered.
Indeed, was his years of training different? Or was his experience different?
Though offense and defense had different aims, that guy was a monster who made even defense look like offense.
Even so, after shaking his arms a few times, he erased all signs of fatigue.
“Whew… I’ve only ever fought to survive.”
“Ha!”
Tougui let out a scoffing laugh at Xie Baowei’s words, as if he found it absurd.
“You think you can win just by keeping distance?”
His voice was like a growl.
One eyebrow twitched as if his pride was hurt.
The fighting spirit and hostility flowing from him made his skin tingle, as if he might charge at any moment.
But he didn’t move.
Tougui’s momentum had diminished.
“If it’s boring, I’ll have to make it interesting.”
Cold.
Tougui’s body swayed slowly as usual.
Slowly back and forth, left and right, naturally enough that he could spring in any direction.
Xie Baowei’s spear honestly followed that swaying.
He’s coming.
Xie Baowei gripped his spear firmly.
***
Qitian and Lim Junggeol stroked their chins and frowned.
The battlefield didn’t look very favorable.
The side with Namgung Seol, Wei Zibai, and Huashen was as expected.
It wasn’t easy for one hand to handle ten hands.
Though Namgung Seol and Wei Zibai were fighting well, given enough time, the Geomhoe soldiers would be able to capture them.
But there were two problems.
Xie Baowei, who was performing better than expected, and…
Namgung Bin, who was stronger than imagination.
Slash.
“Mmm.”
Master Gonggak of Shihuo let out a deep groan.
His torn robes fluttered as they fell. If he had been a moment later, his neck would have been cut.
Through arduous training, he had realized the method of combining lives and martial power into one by consuming people.
The more he understood and knew about the lives of those consumed, the greater his suffering became, and the path to escape that suffering became more difficult.
Instead, his body had grown stronger.
Clang!
The monk gathered his internal energy once more and struck down at Namgung Bin’s sword.
It was filled with internal energy more powerful than anyone else’s – if it had hit properly, or even grazed him, it would have been strong enough to kill a person in one blow.
However, Namgung Bin’s sword, as it had been from the beginning, did not retreat even slightly.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Even though it was a wooden staff clashing with a sword, the sound rang out as if blade met blade.
“Indeed, a Namgung.”
“Do not speak of Namgung with your filthy mouth.”
Namgung Bin declared solemnly.
From the start of battle until now, he had been holding off Shihui without wavering.
What swung was Shihui, what cut through was the blue sword.
His manner appeared so effortless that he truly deserved to be called Nam Gilin.
However, even with his comrades’ groans echoing right beside him, there was no time to look away.
“Straight and firm. Truly a face without worldly concerns, benefactor.”
After unleashing attacks that would have exhausted and felled anyone else long ago, Shihui spoke in a perfectly steady voice.
What came from his mouth were the words of a high monk, but they reeked like those of a street thug.
Whoosh!
His actions were the same.
Constantly deceiving with his eyes, throwing dirt, aiming for his companions’ backs, pretending to waver while casting bait, and like this – engaging in conversation then suddenly attacking.
“I regrettably never learned the ways of noble families, but today I shall gain great enlightenment.”
His bared-teeth grin was no different from a beast’s.
Rotted teeth here and there added to the stench.
“Shut your mouth.”
Fortunately, though his strength was good, he lacked refinement.
His appearance was that of a monk, but what he practiced was worse than a street thug’s.
And yet he spoke of cultivation and practice.
He was nothing more than a demon mad with power.
Namgung Bin thrust his sword straight forward.
One mistake would mean immediate death.
The monster’s tremendous strength and terrifying internal energy prevented him from reaching out carelessly.
But now, he had to make his move.
“Brother Hua!”
“Ugh!”
It was because casualties had appeared among those surrounded by the guards.
He did not turn his head. He would simply take one step forward now.
Just then, Shihui charged in.
“Worldly concerns are like that. In an instant, they envelop the three karmas of body, speech, and mind.”
Thud!
In an instant, with a tremor that seemed to shake the earth, Shihui’s massive frame blocked out the sky.
Though not visible to the eye, he could feel the tremendous energy filling the monk’s staff.
Even after pouring out so much, this much remained – the energy was that enormous.
It was a moment’s distraction, but originally, in all moments of crisis, not even a thread’s width of opening was permitted.
Namgung Bin worried about Namgung Seol, and stepped forward without being able to erase that concern.
For Shihui, that was an opportunity.
However.
Rather, this was good.
“Do not block the sky.”
Stillness within motion, strong energy flowing gently.
The Namgung Family’s sword is neither fast nor slow.
Neither rough nor gentle.
It neither rushes forward nor retreats.
Without extending a single hand, it disrupts the opponent’s breathing,
Without forcing a break, it makes them break themselves.
Rivers flow without sound, and rocks change the water’s course without wavering.
Enemies tire before fighting and doubt during battle.
Resembling the heavens, endlessly vast and unobstructed.
Changung Muae Sword First Form. Iljo Jikyang
Crash!
Clearly it was Shihui who struck down, yet somehow it was Namgung Bin who was pressing down.
Even after clashing with that tremendous strength, Namgung Bin faced him without the slightest waver.
“Mmm!”
Shihui involuntarily groaned.
A height and build inferior to his own.
Clearly it should be Namgung Bin looking up, yet it felt as if he was being looked down upon from above.
“Amitabha!”
In a situation where he had struck but somehow ended up in a defensive position, Shihui drew up his internal energy once more.
A clash of strength against strength was exactly what he wanted.
He intended to show the difference in power.
“Even Buddha exists beneath the heavens.”
At a distance where their breaths touched.
Namgung Bin opened his mouth solemnly.
Then with his left hand he grasped the end of his sword’s hilt, and brought his right hand close to grip near the guard where hilt met blade.
It was an instant.
“Ugh!”
Shihui exerted himself and for a moment seemed to push back Namgung Bin’s sword.
Slice.
With a chilling sound, the staff was pushed aside and Shihui’s chest was split open lengthwise.
Gasp!”
Shihui let out a death cry and collapsed.
As Namgung Bin hesitated for a moment, looking at him.
Clatter!
“Mmm!”
The guard who had been continuously harassing Namgung Bin leaped in again.
His reaction was slightly delayed, but it was after his main opponent had fallen.
He deflected the incoming sword and slashed the man’s forearm.
Clang!
As he moved to cut the throat, he also deflected another sword thrusting from the side and turned the man’s jaw with his elbow.
In an instant, two guards fell.
“Brother Namgung!”
“Elder brother!”
With that, the fierce battle entered a lull.
They had realized that attacking one by one was futile.
The guards who had been beating down Wei Zibai, Namgung Seol, and Huashen formed a wide formation again, including Namgung Bin.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
“Elder brother, Young Master Hua is…”
Wei Zibai welcomed Namgung Bin while blood dripped steadily. The wound on his thigh was deep.
Namgung Seol was the same.
His body was covered in wounds here and there.
Namgung Bin quickly surveyed them, then turned his head.
Huashen was collapsed, clutching his chest.
“Are you alright?”
“Ugh… it hurts.”
“Young Master Wei Ji. Please treat him.”
Blood kept flowing from the long gash across his chest. His upper garment was stained red, which didn’t look good.
When they asked Wei Zibai for treatment, Wei Zibai checked the surroundings and quickly moved to Huashen.
He hurriedly pulled out wound medicine and bandages from his pack.
Meanwhile, the guards who had positioned themselves charged forward, but Namgung Bin and Namgung Seol moved as if they were one body, making their defense solid.
“Just hold on a little longer!”
Even so, the guards kept attacking without tiring.
As a result, large and small wounds accumulated on their bodies as well, and cracks began to appear in Namgung Bin and Namgung Seol’s defense.
They were indeed the guards of Geomhoe.
“Almost done!”
Wei Zibai, who well understood the importance of each person at times like this, moved his hands busily to help even a little.
Instead, he roughly wrapped his own leg wound, and blood kept flowing.
Namgung Bin deflected another sword. There was an opening, but he had no leisure to follow up and strike.
In the meantime, he deflected a sword strike aimed at Namgung Seol’s face and offered his own shoulder.
He cleverly twisted to avoid strikes aimed at his legs and face.
Namgung Seol deflected the blade that aimed for his back, and Namgung Bin again deflected the blade that aimed for Namgung Seol’s back.
As the two men spun around and swung their swords in large arcs, a brief moment of respite came.
Taking advantage of that moment of carelessness, they severed one guard’s wrist.
“These bastards!”
Ah! In the meantime, Wei Zibai finished treating Huashen and lent his sword.
Though his leg still limped, having him there or not made a world of difference.
Namgung Bin met Wei Zibai’s eyes.
They must share the same thoughts.
This isn’t good.
When the presence of one person matters this much.
“Aaaaah!”
Whose scream that was would determine life and death.
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