The Lightning I Harbor Is Too Strong - Chapter 63

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Episode 63
The expression faded from Dan No-baek’s face, which had been shifting moment by moment.
“You… have broken through to the next level.”
Dan No-baek uttered only those words and turned away.
“Er, sir?”
Jung I-sin’s call did not slow his stride. The old man crossed Manmugak and disappeared into the Office.
“What is the matter?”
So-ryang approached and asked. A considerable murmur rippled through the crowd around them.
Jung I-sin realized he was drawing many eyes. The disciples in Blue Martial Robes especially were not looking at him kindly.
The fact that Dan No-baek was the Master of Manmugak did not seem to be much of a secret.
The glances they threw were full of spite—’Who does he think he is, speaking with that man?’
“I fear I have been disrespectful to the master. He seems quite displeased.”
Of course, the relationship with Dan No-baek mattered far more to Jung I-sin than the stares of his fellow disciples.
The old man would not have insisted on being called Baek Norin without reason—there had to be a purpose to hiding his identity.
Jung I-sin acknowledged that his thinking had been short-sighted. He had squandered an opportunity to advance his goal, and now sought to recover that loss elsewhere.
‘I was rash.’
It was as Jung I-sin bit down hard on his lower lip.
“Displeased? But he is waiting for you.”
“Pardon?”
So-ryang smiled gently and pointed toward the Office. The moment Jung I-sin’s gaze turned that way, a flash of snow-white hair vanished through the crack of the door.
“Go in quickly.”
Jung I-sin offered his thanks to So-ryang and quickened his pace.
“Either come in or don’t!”
The voice erupted before any knock could come.
With a wry smile, Jung I-sin opened the door. Dan No-baek stood before a landscape painting, his back turned, and did not turn around as Jung I-sin entered.
“Do not apologize.”
That was all he said.
“…And yet.”
“The Way of Martial Arts reveals everything about a martial artist. While one must guard against indulgence, if you bow your head for things that are not your fault, everyone in the Jianghu will look down upon you.”
With those words spoken sincerely, Dan No-baek finally turned around.
“The Jianghu is a place where good men suffer losses.”
“You speak truly. But I am not such a—”
“Precisely!!!”
Dan No-baek suddenly roared and began striding forward. Each step radiated force; his eyes were wide open.
“Learn martial arts from me! Become overwhelmingly strong, and even good men will not suffer—just as I do not!”
“I—”
“I! That’s right, I am Dan No-baek of the Nameless Blade!!”
He came rushing forward, his snow-white hair and beard streaming. His eyes blazed with intensity.
A translucent Qi Aura shimmered across his entire frame.
Though the sensation felt strangely familiar, Jung I-sin instinctively threw his shoulders back hard at the faintly flowing current he sensed.
Whoosh—
Dan No-baek’s arm sliced through empty air. His snow-white brows twitched sharply.
Below them, his eyes gleamed even brighter still.
“Why! Why will you not learn my martial arts, you fool! Is the Taeheo Ganggang Gong of this old master not good enough!!”
Crack!
In the windless Office, a sudden gust tore through. As his martial robes fluttered violently, Jung I-sin calmly raised his hand to deflect the strike.
Bang!
Having blocked the technique aimed at his collar, Jung I-sin immediately thrust his left palm forward. It was instinctive—the habit of launching a counterattack immediately after defense had been carved deep into his body.
“Ha! This brat!”
Dan No-baek swallowed his breath and threw up his own palm to meet him.
Though he struck second, he moved first—not by design, but through overwhelming martial prowess that outpaced Jung I-sin’s speed.
Boom!
Jung I-sin’s palm strike did not advance even halfway before colliding with Dan No-baek’s rough hand.
The shock sent a sharp sting through his wrist, and the two palms pressed together with perfect, seamless contact.
Jung I-sin clenched his teeth and was about to twist his wrist to deploy the Jinnasu when—
“Let me see how great your Jingi is!”
Dan No-baek’s Jingi flowed in a strange pattern. Suddenly, a tremendous suction force erupted from his palm.
No matter how much strength Jung I-sin applied, his hand would not separate.
The opposite of the Great Force Diamond Hand’s explosive power. For only a moment did his eyes widen in recognition.
Whooom!
An overwhelming torrent of Internal Force surged from Dan No-baek’s entire body, thundering through his palms.
It felt like the kind of Internal Force clash he’d only heard whispered about. Dan No-baek’s power rippled across Jung I-sin’s frame with undeniable dominance.
Crack—
Golden lightning erupted from Jung I-sin’s shoulders. As if in defiance, Thunder Qi flashed instantaneously toward their joined palms.
Boom—!
They stood there with nothing but their palms pressed together, yet a violent Qi Aura burst outward, centered on them both.
Dan No-baek’s mouth curved upward, the corners rising toward his ears.
“Did you swallow lightning itself, you fool?”
His tone carried rebuke, but his expression blazed with delight. For a moment, Jung I-sin felt his guard slip.
Then, unexpectedly, he sensed the white-haired old man’s heart become subtly visible to him.
Those who fought life-and-death confrontations in the Martial World were said to perceive each other’s hearts as clearly as looking through glass.
Dan No-baek didn’t intend this as a true life-and-death struggle, surely…….
“Ha-ha-ha! You dare ignite Taeheo Jingi against me!? The Demonic Blade House Master himself faltered before my Taeheo Jingi!”
Or perhaps he did?
“Excellent! Take this too! Not a single one of those so-called geniuses has ever withstood this power!”
“Sir, please stop—!”
Jung I-sin raised his voice for the first time.
Why were all these masters cut from the same cloth?
There were far too many whose bodies moved faster than their minds. Their lighthanded gestures dealt death to their opponents with brutal efficiency.
Crack—
Unbelievable as it was, each wave of Thunder Qi dissipated as soon as it formed.
Dan No-baek’s characterless true qi devoured Jung I-sin’s Thunder Qi like some relentless force.
Just as with that Transcendent Master before, Jung I-sin was losing in sheer martial stature.
‘Weakness is sin.’
Even the volume of his true qi couldn’t compare, making it harder just to hold on. In the moment Jung I-sin considered conceding, it happened.
“This is enough for me to assess you!”
Their hearts truly had aligned—as if they were locked in a genuine life-and-death clash.
A tremendous force surged through their pressed palms.
“You…… are mine!”
“Wait—!”
Boom—!
The suction holding Jung I-sin’s hand released, and his body flew upward.
The follow-up strikes came at a dizzying speed. Jung I-sin had no chance to defend himself as he hurtled through the air.
Crash!
He smashed through the Office door and tumbled across the floor.
He lay sprawled flat, eyes squeezed shut.
In truth, the pain wasn’t severe. It was simply humiliating.
Sure enough, a familiar voice reached his ears.
“……Jung I-sin?”
It was the worst possible scenario.
* * *
“You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not that kind of person.”
He muttered through his arm, which he’d thrown across his face. The familiar voice hurried toward him.
“Wh-what is going on? Why are you always getting hit?”
“I didn’t get hit! I collided with him!”
Jung I-sin sprang to his feet just as Eon So-ran’s expression turned incredulous.
Behind her, So-ryang was ushering the disciples out.
“When the Qi Aura burst from the Office, I heard that Manmugak would close for the day. I was just heading out when I saw you get flung through the door…….”
“I did get flung…… that part’s accurate.”
He couldn’t decide whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that only Eon So-ran had witnessed this humiliation.
With barely half a dozen acquaintances in his circle, why her?
“Ha! Now you hide behind a woman? I hadn’t taken you for that kind.”
Dan No-baek’s voice carried an unmistakable note of relief.
Jung I-sin positioned himself behind Eon So-ran while his brow darkened.
“I’m disappointed too, Dan sir.”
“……Call me Baek.”
“Yes, sir Baek. I’m disappointed!”
Eon So-ran tilted her head slightly, offering a questioning “Jung I-sin?” but he took hold of both her arms and turned her back forward.
Dan No-baek might have considered the matter settled, but Jung I-sin had not.
His true reckoning was only now beginning.
The moment Jung I-sin experienced Dan No-baek’s Qi directly through his body, a plan materialized. And absurdly, the architect of that very plan appeared before his eyes.
“You know that Lei Jie Shura is my instructor.”
“Yes, I’ve heard.”
Jung I-sin pointed to his own eyes as he spoke.
“A master of Martial Technique Neutralization. I am his favored disciple.”
“Favored disciple? That bastard wouldn’t cultivate something like that.”
Despite Dan No-baek’s sneer, Jung I-sin remained composed.
“There is no Heart Method in this world that refines Qi without the nature of its origin.”
“…What?”
“Every Heart Method in the world breathes according to the mental image it pursues. Even the Qi of the Samjae Heart Method carries within it the mental image of heaven, earth, and man.”
“Are you teaching me martial arts?”
Dan No-baek’s expression hardened, yet there was no threat in it—only a flinch from Eon So-ran, whom he had positioned before him.
Jung I-sin still vividly recalled the secret he had discovered on the fifth floor.
Information earned in place of the old man’s death—he intended to wield it wisely.
“If you wished to find a disciple, you should have looked beyond the Cheonmu Academy. How could anyone here refine your Heart Method?”
“You, Jung I-sin!”
Eon So-ran jumped to her feet, but Jung I-sin paid her no mind.
Having invoked Lei Jie Shura’s name as justification, he had every reason to press his advantage. Dan No-baek simply stared at him with a troubled expression, saying nothing.
‘Taeheo Ganggang Gong. I never read the secret manual, but I’ve felt it with my own body—there’s no doubt. If he had refined any other Qi, he couldn’t even have entered the sect.’
So it was called Taeheo Jingi. That was indeed its nature. Having experienced it directly through his body, he could be certain.
An Internal Force of a strange quality—no quality at all.
Not the heat-yang Qi or yin-yang Qi, nor thunder Qi or anything like that. Not the forces of yin, yang, and the five elements.
True nullity. That was what Taeheo Jingi was.
……
Dan No-baek’s troubled face was suddenly washed over with remorse.
Jung I-sin pushed Eon So-ran gently from behind and walked slowly toward him.
The two of them approached Dan No-baek with deliberate, measured steps.
From a place where Jung I-sin had no right to speak with certainty, he spoke with certainty nonetheless.
“Seven days.”
“…?”
“If you grant me only seven days, sir, I will fulfill your dream.”
* * *
Manmugak fell silent after Jung I-sin’s departure.
Dan No-baek gestured to So-ryang, who approached and bowed his head slightly.
“You are free to withdraw as well. Thank you for your discretion.”
“I have merely done my duty.”
Watching So-ryang retreat backward, Dan No-baek stroked the surface of the desk.
Duty.
Was he fulfilling his duty as master of Manmugak?
What had been his oath when he first took this seat?
‘What am I doing, sitting here all day?’
The words Jung I-sin had cried out boldly from behind a girl his own age would not fade.
In that ridiculous posture, the boy had torn open the truth that pierced Dan No-baek’s very core.
As if Dan No-baek did not know it himself.
It was his unique martial art from the start. The Taeheo Ganggang Gong, learned solely and entirely from his master, with no brother disciples.
That he had walked to the Cheonmu Academy to find an heir was the step of pride.
The thought that such a supreme technique deserved a child worthy of it—that a prodigy of the academy’s caliber would surely recognize its value and abandon their own art.
Utterly foolish thinking.
Perhaps because he had never fit with others in his life, Dan No-baek had been that separated from the world.
It took him a long time to grasp the truth, and even longer to accept it.
Casting his martial art into the entrance of the Yeok Tower beneath Manmugak… that was the fruit of his torment.
“I had already given up.”
The reason he had not left the Cheonmu Academy was a reflection on his own foolishness.
He had decided he was not the vessel to teach anyone.
And yet, lost in that state, Jung I-sin appeared.
A powerful frame, upright bearing, and clear spirit—faultless, perfect. Barely one could call him a new disciple.
When he saw the boy emerge from the sealed underground with the secret manual in hand, he thought it was fate.
When he survived the trials of the Yeok Tower and returned alive, he was certain it was fate.
And now, with their hands locked in combat today.

“The greatest under heaven pales before this.”
Dan No-baek had come to see it clearly: the martial art Jung I-sin harbored was no lesser than the Taeheo Ganggang Gong—no, he hated to admit it, but it was plainly superior.
And yet, what could be the intention of this audacious youth who had promised to fulfill his dream nonetheless?
“One does not scatter such pristine Thunder Qi of his own accord. What method, then, does he claim will grant him entry into the Taeheo Ganggang Gong?”
What if—what if he truly inherited that martial power by some method no one had ever imagined?
……
Dan No-baek’s fist clenched tight, even as he forgot the pain of his charred, blackened hand.
The lightning I carry is too strong
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