The Lightning I Harbor Is Too Strong - Chapter 32

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Chapter 32
“Hack! Cough! Ugh!”
The sound of a body scraping across the floor echoed through the space.
Jeong Ishin measured the man’s condition—the one he’d just struck down—and gauged his internal strength.
Boom—
The bell’s toll still rang clear, but the Jinki stored in the man’s Danjeon, drawn from the Yeokgun Sesu Gyeong, had already hit bottom.
To begin with, it had barely scraped past third-rate cultivation. To deploy Daelyok Geumgang Su twice in succession with that modest reservoir was, if anything, a remarkable display of Jinki control.
The second strike especially had carried considerable force.
“Wi Seok!”
“Gu Jayun! Please see to Wi Seok! And Gongsun Young—look after Eon Soran!”
Two Murim practitioners arrived a breath too late, their voices sharp with alarm.
Young warriors all of them, each wrapped in fine-quality martial robes.
‘So that’s the Jeongdo Ui Cheonmaeng, then.’
Jeong Ishin recalled Hwahae Sang’s words.
The Jeongdo Ui Cheonmaeng.
An organization born from the will of the Murim Alliance, destroyed by the Majyo.
Founded alongside the Cheonmuhakgwan, it remained a pillar of righteous Murim to this day.
‘Whether they’ll listen to reason remains to be seen.’
He understood the situation favored him poorly.
It had been legitimate self-defense, but in this crude world, would such words carry weight?
And yet—something felt off.
“I am Jegal Jeok, of the Gwangmu Division of the Jeongdo Ui Cheonmaeng.”
The man who approached alone was far more courteous than expected.
His hand did not rest upon his sword hilt, nor did his muscles tense with readiness.
Though his voice carried a certain weight, his bearing betrayed composure.
Jeong Ishin soon found the reason in Jegal Jeok’s gaze.
‘He’s looking down on me.’
It was not unwelcome. An opponent who chose to let his guard slip was a gift. He had no reason to refuse it.
Had his surname been anything other than Jegal, Jeong Ishin might have shown more deference.
“Jeong Ishin.”
……
A gaunt frame, eyes narrow as threads, thin lips and a sharp jawline.
Jegal Jeok was a man who could not shed the impression of being honed to a blade’s edge.
Jeong Ishin’s curt reply only sharpened that impression.
That was when it came.
“This insolent bastard……!”
“We must strike him down at once!”
With these harsh cries, two disheveled men rushed forward.
“Wi Seok, is your body unharmed? And Song Howon—you’re safe, I see.”
Jegal Jeok merely rolled his eyes to acknowledge them, his head unturned.
The man who had been sent rolling by Daelyok Geumgang Su must have been Wi Seok; he stood grinding his teeth, glaring at Jeong Ishin with barely restrained fury.
Beside him, Song Howon bore pale saliva and bright flecks of blood at the corner of his mouth—and wore the same murderous look.
“Jegal! Look at him—he’s clearly a rat from the Sadopalpae faction! No need for lengthy talk!”
“That’s right, Jegal! This wretch stole my beast! He has it on him!”
“What? Is this truly so, Song Howon?”
“Yes! If you search him, you’ll find my Oseuh!”
The two of them worked in perfect unison.
Jeong Ishin had seen them collapse simultaneously—yet now they spoke as one, coordinating their accusations against him with suspicious precision.
Did incompetent men truly share some kind of understanding among themselves?
Under Jegal Jeok’s cold regard, Jeong Ishin surveyed the rest of the group.
The woman who had rushed at him first still wore a conflicted expression, while the other woman who had just arrived seemed utterly indifferent to the entire affair. And the man supporting Wi Seok did nothing but watch Jegal Jeok’s every move.
…only watching Jegal Jeok for cues.
‘If I can convince Jegal Jeok alone, this should resolve without incident.’
Jegal Jeok, in turn, fixed Jeong Ishin with an expectant gaze, waiting for his answer.
One more provocation here, and the consequences would be obvious.
Jeong Ishin had no wish to complicate matters further.
“Come out for a moment.”
He tapped his chest lightly, and the Oseuh scrambled up his collar, perching on his shoulder.
“That—that’s it! My Oseuh! That wretch stole it from me……!”
Song Howon’s shriek burst forth like a seizure, yet Jegal Jeok’s eyes had gone cold as winter frost.
Screech!
Oseuh didn’t stop thrashing his tail in fury, but at least his outward demeanor now suggested he was communing with his master.
“You there! Hand it over at once!”
Hwahae Sang quickly added to Song Howon’s words, sensing the man had misread the room entirely.
“Master Song wished to purchase the beast at fair price.”
“I bought it for a single silver tael! Miss Gongsun, it’s a gift I prepared for you!”
The woman met Song Howon’s earnest gaze and screwed up her face in displeasure.
She didn’t spare him a glance as she spoke.
“Doesn’t seem worth the fuss. Let’s just go, shall we? Anyone can see he underestimated that person and got thoroughly thrashed for it.”
“M-Miss……!”
The woman, ignoring Song Howon’s expression of utter devastation, approached Jeong Ishin.
An ornate flower-shaped ornament fixed in her hair swayed with each step. She was undeniably beautiful, yet her upturned eyes gave her a fierce, sharp-edged appearance.
“I’m Gongsun Young of the Gongsun Family.”
“Jeong Ishin.”
“……Ah, I see. That sort of character?”
She looked Jeong Ishin up and down, then smiled knowingly and turned to leave.
“The wandering swordsman look is a bit dated now. Though, I must admit it suits you. Come on, Eon Soran—we’re leaving.”
“W-Wait, Young……!”
Eon Soran, the first to rush at Jeong Ishin, faltered as Gongsun Young caught her by the arm.
She seemed to have something she wanted to say, but circumstances were moving quickly.
“Master Song, I don’t think there’s much more to hear on this matter.”
“J-Jegal Jeok! Please believe me!”
“Master Jegal! Surely you saw that he attacked first!?”
Song Howon and Wi Seok refused to give up.
Just as Jeong Ishin, sensing nothing good would come of lingering, quietly turned to go—
“Sasul! He’s using Sasul! He moved his Roekie without restraint! He’s seizing control of my Jinki…… Hack! M-My God, the Hypsong Daebeop!?”
* * *
“……The Hypsong Daebeop?”
At Song Howon’s cry, the atmosphere in the street turned instantly cold.
Not only Jegal Jeok, but Eon Soran and Gongsun Young as well came to a halt.
Hwahae Sang stood with his mouth hanging open, staring at his master.
Even Wi Seok subtly put distance between himself and Song Howon.
“I know it’s not a name to speak lightly. It seems Master Song has some confidence in his words.”
Jegal Jeok’s face grew colder than when he’d first confronted Jeong Ishin as he pressed Song Howon with his gaze.
Song Howon finally seemed to realize his mistake, yet the icy stare directed at him showed no sign of relenting.
Still, the fool pressed on, stumbling over his words.
“H-He definitely wielded his Roekie carelessly. And he even said it himself—S-Sasul……!”
It was an unconvincing explanation.
The Hypsong Daebeop was the sole hidden art of one of the six power houses of the Majyo, and he couldn’t believe it would tumble so foolishly from someone’s lips.
‘Idiot. Though it seems people still keep their guard up regarding the Majyo.’
Here he’d come out for a simple stroll through town, and he’d encountered nothing but chaos.
Just as Jeong Ishin quietly gathered the silver tael from the ground, a shadow fell across it.
“……Why? You don’t actually think you’ve mastered the Hypsong Daebeop, do you?”
“I am Gu Jayun.”
The young man, who had been watching Jegal Jeok’s face the entire time, stepped into Jeong Ishin’s path.
Jeong Ishin glanced back out of curiosity and found, as expected, that Jegal Jeok was watching them both.
Gu Jayun, clearly acting on his order, smiled in a friendly manner.
“I’m sure the master will understand. When it comes to the Majyo, one can hardly be too cautious, wouldn’t you agree?”
It was clear enough: a confirmation was needed. Gu Jayun quickly extended his hand.
Jeong Ishin would have agreed, but his body moved of its own accord.
“……How did you—? No, wait…… Why did you dodge?”
Jeong Ishin, having sidestepped Gu Jayun’s hand, merely shrugged.
“I’d rather not reveal my Makmun.”
“……We are warriors of the Jeongdo Ui Cheonmaeng.”
“I heard as much earlier.”
“……That sounds like you don’t believe us.”
Never trust a stranger on first meeting, and never—absolutely never—reveal one’s Makmun.
It was the fruit of Dang Mujung’s painstaking work, though Gu Jayun and Jegal Jeok could hardly know that.
……
The atmosphere had grown decidedly strange.
What had begun as a joke delivered with laughter had suddenly turned grave.
Song Howon seized the moment to raise his voice again.
“Perhaps, perhaps not the Majyo, but it is certain he is a disciple of the Samaoeido! ……Ugh! The Mueuk Jong! The Mueuk Jong has a Mumeak that wields the corrupted Roekie, does it not!!”
His trembling voice grew steadier with each word. As he spoke, as though startled by his own conviction, Song Howon’s face flushed crimson.
“You speak of the Heaven-Grasping Mumeak.”
“Hmm. No matter how obsessed the Mueuk Jong are with martial arts, they don’t walk about this southern region so openly.”
“The movements of the Eight Apostate Experts are said to be vigorous, but…….”
The voices overlapped in disagreement.
Given the situation, the conclusion was predictable.
“We need only examine the Jinki to settle it.”
With Jegal Jeok’s decisive words, the warriors of the Jeongdo Ui Cheonmaeng moved.
In an instant, five martial artists surrounded Jeong Ishin.
“I, I swear it was never corrupted Jinki! Rather, it was auspicious……!”
“That too can be confirmed readily enough, Miss Eon.”
“Sister, please don’t speak.”
Eon Soran rushed to intervene, but was immediately silenced.
Even they had not taken the situation seriously at first, but when he went so far as to hide his Jinki, suspicion was inevitable.
‘There’s no helping it.’
Jeong Ishin nodded his head.
He could not display the Cheonroekie, but two varieties of Jinki existed within his Danjeon.
“Here.”
Thoom―
He answered matter-of-factly and drew forth an amber-colored Jinki.
Though the Jinki of the nearly depleted Yeokgun Sesu Gyeong, its majestic power did not fade. An auspicious spiritual wave swept across the hall.
“Just as I thought……!”
“Hmm!?”
“What? Such a Jinki exists?”
All fell into admiration. Even Wi Seok and Song Howon wore expressions of stunned bewilderment for a moment.
“Then, I shall take my leave…….”
Just as Jeong Ishin tried to slip away, Jegal Jeok blocked his path once more.
Unlike before, there was no sense of hostility, yet questions still lingered in his eyes.
“I have one more question.”
“Yes.”
“Were you not wielding Roekie?”
Jeong Ishin nodded readily.
“That’s correct.”
“Then what of this clear Jinki?”
“That as well.”
“……You must answer me sincerely.”
“I am always sincere.”
Jegal Jeok’s face grew sharper.
After studying Jeong Ishin intently for some time, he made a subtle gesture behind his back.
The formation surrounding Jeong Ishin tightened again.
“While the Jinki is far too pure to be that of the Samaoeido, you have not clearly explained the matter of the Roekie. As there is an elder of the Alliance nearby, would you accompany us there?”
Jeong Ishin nodded readily.
‘I’ve shown this much and he still won’t believe me? Typical Jegal. Already irritating enough.’
He considered the display of his Yeokgun Sesu Gyeong duty enough.
Then, having made his decision, Jeong Ishin awakened his Danjeon.
“My apologies. My teacher is waiting at home.”
Crack―
The Cheonroekie erupted from his Danjeon and spread throughout his entire body.
A single thread of golden light flashed across Jeong Ishin’s eyes.
* * *
The Jeokroe Shin.
A body technique that Jeong Ishin had adapted from Yeo Hui’s Amyeong Shin—the greatest concealment art under heaven—to suit the Cheonroekie.
In the past, after mastering this Jeokroe Shin, Jeong Ishin had gained freedom of movement even in the Abyss of No Return.
A method of wielding Roekie that even the Four Elders could not help but be astounded by.
A protective technique that dispersed the Cheonroekie throughout the entire body, maximizing reaction speed and physical control.
The range of this extreme acceleration extended beyond mere flesh, so that the speed of thought itself could capture a fleeting instant.
Jeong Ishin watched Jegal Jeok reaching toward him and swept his perception across the surroundings.
The encirclement was loose. At the outset, only Jegal Jeok and Wi Seok had moved with any real intent, so it was hardly surprising.
Crack—
The Manroe Yusa that blanketed the surroundings pointed clearly toward an escape route.
Jeong Ishin was not unfamiliar with footwork techniques. He could have widened the distance in a single stride with the Muae Bo, but—
‘Too conspicuous.’
In a situation where he meant to conceal the Cheonroekie, such a display wouldn’t do.
Jeong Ishin twisted his body to slip past Jegal Jeok’s grasp, then pressed lightly off the ground.
Only after Jeong Ishin had vanished did Jegal Jeok’s gaze follow his trail—and even then, with terrible slowness.
“……!”
Behind him, Jegal Jeok’s eyes snapped wide as his hand found the hilt of his blade—Jeong Ishin felt it clearly.
The Manroe Yusa was far too vivid to be a mere sensing technique. The arena spread beneath him as if viewed from the heavens, every detail searing into his mind’s eye.
It was resonance with the Jeokroe Shin.
This synergy was something even Jeong Ishin had not anticipated.
‘The range has expanded considerably. Still, I can’t sustain it for long.’
Body and mind accelerating in tandem.
The backlash that followed was inevitable—at his current level, there was no way to escape it.
Just as the heat was beginning to build in his head and he moved to withdraw the Jeokroe Shin—
He felt a gaze upon him.
‘……What is that?’
He had already broken through the encirclement and was passing over Yuharu.
He sensed pursuers trailing behind, but this intense stare that had fixed upon him—it was not from them.
‘Where?’
The Manroe Yusa blanketed everything nearby.
Even Yuharu was no exception. The information the Manroe Yusa conveyed pointed unerringly to the highest level of Yuharu.
“Stop……!”
“Ishin! This will only complicate matters!”
“I warned you! That bastard is……!”
All the voices directed at him faded into the distance.
On the highest level of Yuharu, leaning against a wide window and looking down at him, was a middle-aged man—and their eyes met.
His eyebrows were short, running straight across, yet remarkably thick; beneath them, his eyes shone with unusual brightness and intensity.
Thick lips, a neck that was unusually developed, broad shoulders.
A man whose very presence spoke of no ordinary bearing opened his mouth into a smile.
—Namgung Baek.
‘……!’
Jeong Ishin stopped dead.
Even as the martial artists of the Jeongdo Ui Cheonmaeng pressed closer, he could not tear his gaze away from the man.
‘How is this possible?’
Namgung Baek was the alias of the man who carried within him a thunderbolt far too fierce to bear.
The Lightning I Hold Is Too Fierce
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