The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 100

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 100

“Gaaahhhhh—!”
Yeom Ji-hak shrieked in agony, clutching his left eye as he staggered backward.
Blood streamed from beneath his hand—the blade had clearly penetrated far deeper than I’d anticipated.
Soon, Yeom Ji-hak’s thrashing ceased entirely.
He slowly lowered his hand from his eye and stared at it.
His palm was drenched in crimson.
Along with it came the searing pain.
Understanding the gravity of his situation, Yeom Ji-hak’s head turned slowly toward me.
I saw it clearly.
One of his eyes was completely destroyed.
Crack—!
His remaining eye blazed scarlet with bloodshot fury as his teeth ground together with such force they threatened to shatter, and he thrust his hand forward.
Whoosh—
A sword scattered across the ground flew into his grasp.
“I’ll kill you—!”
There was no time for anything.
The moment the words left his lips, his form vanished.
Zing—!
The scene flashed before my eyes for an instant, but evasion was impossible.
His explosive movement transcended imagination—prediction itself became meaningless.
Shhhhwack—!
My chest split open as blood erupted upward.
The only mercy was that I’d miraculously retreated half a step.
But it wasn’t over.
Yeom Ji-hak’s blade came again.
Kaaaaang—!
The sharp ring was accompanied by a terrifying force.
As if sword had not met sword, but rather a colossal axe or a golden chain whip.
My body was lifted into the air.
Boom, boom—!
I crashed through the sturdy compound wall and tumbled across the ground.
“Cough!”
I spat blood as I struggled to regain my senses through the excruciating pain, but Yeom Ji-hak gave me no reprieve—his palm strike came hurtling down.
Thud!
The blow caught my jaw and sent my body flying upward.
Yet it was far from finished.
This was Yeom Ji-hak’s true power.
Crash—!
The impact felt as though every bone and muscle in my body would shatter into fragments.
Simultaneously, my airborne body crashed down somewhere else.
I tumbled across the ground countless times before finally coming to a halt.
Trembling—
My body shook, devoid of strength.
Yet somehow, I forced myself to rise and turned my head.
Numerous figures came into view.
Judging solely by the embroidered garments of the Chohyeon Family that adorned them all, they had clearly been hurled here from considerable distance.
“I’ll kill you most painfully. I’ll sever your limbs and cast you into a pig pen. Die slowly as you’re devoured!”
At that moment, Yeom Ji-hak’s voice still dripping with fury reached my ears.
Barely managing to shift my gaze, I saw the sharp glint of his blade and the ferocity blazing in his eye.
I found myself laughing despite everything.
“With one eye gone… you look even more impressive. Shall I hollow out the other one too?”
“…You bastard—!”
My calm words only poured fuel onto Yeom Ji-hak’s inferno of rage.
Boom—!
An explosive surge of power suppressed everything around us.
Even the Chohyeon Family warriors watching trembled and nearly collapsed.
No one dared speak.
This was the true power of a Twelve Elder.
I tightened my grip on the sword and forced myself upright.
But my body had no strength left.
My sword hand trembled uncontrollably no matter how hard I gripped it, and my vision swam so badly I could barely maintain balance.
My body had already exceeded its limits.
To the point where even a single step or swing was impossible.
Yet I couldn’t simply surrender to death, could I?
I steadied my breathing and wrung out whatever strength remained.
Yeom Ji-hak approached slowly, watching me.
The moment his blade rose once more—
Crash—!
A sudden sound erupted as Yeom Ji-hak’s body was sent flying into the Main Hall.
Boom-crash-clatter—!
The Main Hall shattered and trembled with the unbelievable impact.
Everyone gasped in shock, eyes wide.
“Ha-ha-ha! What? This bastard’s still alive?”
Masked Gu Gunbaek glanced at me with a hearty laugh, then turned his gaze toward where Yeom Ji-hak lay.
From the rubble, he stirred and rose to his feet.
Yeom Ji-hak, spitting out the blood in his mouth, no longer spared me a glance—his eyes fixed solely on Masked Gu Gunbaek.
He sensed it instinctively.
A formidable opponent had appeared.
“Are you also one of the Imperial Regent’s men?”
“What? I don’t care about that—come at me!”
As if he had finally encountered a worthy adversary, Gu Gunbaek grinned widely and swept his palm through the air.
In an instant, the earth cracked and a gale of wind rushed toward Yeom Ji-hak.
“Aaaahhh!”
“…What is this?!”
Boom-boom-crash!
The members of the Chohyeon Family caught in its wake screamed as they were hurled through the air.
Yet Yeom Ji-hak evaded it lightly and charged forward.
The moment he thrust his sword energy toward Gu Gunbaek, Gu Gunbaek met him by swinging his fist in response.
Crash-boom-boom!
The raw power of the two collided brutally.
A wind fierce enough to be called a typhoon swept across the area.
Then came another collision!
Boom!
Disregarding the sword energy entirely, Gu Gunbaek’s relentless punching forced Yeom Ji-hak to stumble backward with a look of dismay.
But distance meant nothing.
Gu Gunbaek kicked something away.
It flew like an arrow and struck Yeom Ji-hak’s abdomen, and before his cry of pain could even escape, Gu Gunbaek closed the distance, seized his flying opponent’s ankle, and slammed him into the ground.
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
“Hah—hahahaha!”
“Gaaahhh!”
The sight of him pounding Yeom Ji-hak like a washboard was so abnormal that words momentarily escaped me.
I swallowed hard without thinking.
“Young Master!”
It was then that I heard a familiar voice.
Turning my head with difficulty, the masked Jang Chuchyeong rushed over urgently.
Upon confirming my condition, Jang Chuchyeong’s eyes trembled.
I pressed my hand against his mouth before he could say anything and leaned my body against him with effort.
“Let’s go. Hurry. My condition isn’t good.”
“Ah, understood!”

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“Gugh?!”
A sharp exhale burst from my lips.
I barely managed to block the opponent’s fist, but a searing pain shot through my bones as if they might shatter.
The distance I was driven backward told me everything—this adversary’s power was every bit my equal, if not superior.
I gritted my teeth and fixed my gaze upon the figure before me.
While I strained with all my might to defend, the eyes of the Masked Martial Artist gleamed with amusement.
There was no sincerity in that gaze whatsoever.
As if, despite facing one of the Twelve Elders, this opponent had yet to reveal their true strength.
That struck at Yeom Ji-hak’s pride.
A sharp metallic ring cut through the air.
I slashed my blade with vicious intent, lunging forward with lethal speed.
The sword energy shot forth like light itself.
A deafening boom echoed.
Yet the opponent moved faster still.
Like a wild beast, they kicked off the ground in erratic patterns, their body launching forward with such velocity that the distance collapsed in an instant, and suddenly they were upon me.
“What’s wrong? Put some real effort into it!”
A violent gust of wind.
I twisted my body to evade the fist hurtling toward my face.
But calling it an evasion would be generous.
Like a sword changing its trajectory mid-strike, the fist’s target shifted, and in the next moment, it drove toward my shoulder with crushing force.
“Agh!”
A thunderous crash.
My body flew helplessly, crashing into a nearby hall.
After smashing through walls and furnishings, tumbling across the ground, I quickly regained my senses and looked ahead.
In that instant, I saw it.
A terrifying fist energy imbued with devastating power.
Not just one—but a dozen of them, all at once.
“Damn!”
A relentless barrage of explosions.
Even as I drew upon my protective spiritual energy to withstand the assault, I was forced backward, unable to hide my shock.
The force radiated outward in all directions.
‘They’re not giving me a moment to act.’
Martial arts inherently contain gaps between movements. No matter how relentlessly one strikes, preparation for the next technique is always necessary.
But this opponent was different.
Like a savage beast, they relentlessly hammered with fists and feet, and whenever a gap appeared, they filled it with an entirely different method.
By hurling objects, for instance.
This is what people typically call crude.
Yet it was devastatingly effective.
I gritted my teeth and stared at the figure advancing toward me.
The way they walked toward me, step by step, was as chilling as standing face to face with a messenger of death.
Look at him.
An enormous frame and muscles that seemed ready to burst through his garments.
The way he approached with clenched fists was nothing short of overwhelming.
Yeom Ji-hak’s brow furrowed.
Already having lost one eye, his vision was compromised.
This was no time to fight for his life.
Just as he began to retreat slightly.
“Running away?”
“…!”
A chilling voice reached his ears.
The Masked Man stood before him.
With each blink, the opponent drew closer, and before he knew it, the figure was nearly within arm’s reach.
Drip—
Yeom Ji-hak felt cold sweat trickling down as he steadied his breathing.
Frustrating as it was, he had to retreat now.
With a body in this condition, victory was impossible.
Whistle—!
The moment he gave a light whistle and stepped back, the Blood Demon Troop Members waiting on all sides rushed toward the Masked Man.
Without sparing even their own lives.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud—!
With each punch extended, one more fell.
Corpses so thoroughly crushed that no human form remained began to scatter across the ground.
The Blood Demon Troop were renowned even within the Sect for their exceptional abilities, yet watching such warriors become corpses in the blink of an eye was nothing short of horrifying.
It was fine.
Their sacrifice had bought him time to escape.
Yeom Ji-hak observed the situation, turned his head, and launched himself forward. Deploying his lightness technique at full power, he created distance in an instant.
“One—two!”
Then.
A strange sound suddenly rang out.
He turned his head urgently to look back.
The Masked Man stood with something gripped in his hand, taking a stance. Then, aiming it toward him, he hurled it.
“Three—!”
Boom—!
An enormous sound.
The sharp sound of air being torn apart caused his eardrums to throb with pain, and all sound became muffled.
Then.
Splurt—!
“Gasp—!”
A stone the size of a fist embedded itself deep into his abdomen.
Had he not been wrapped in protective spiritual energy, he would surely have been pierced through.
As Yeom Ji-hak’s body plummeted helplessly toward the ground while executing his lightness technique, the Masked Man’s fist suddenly swung forth as if he had been waiting for precisely this moment.
What came hurtling through the air, laden with a fierce gale, was unmistakably a fist technique of supreme power.
Forming a colossal sphere of energy as it shot forward, it obliterated not only the ground but the entire main hall of the Chohyeon Sect Mansion, yet lost none of its momentum as it streaked toward its target.
Yeom Ji-hak’s eyes widened in shock.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-crash!

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The devastated landscape was so utterly destroyed that one could scarcely believe this had once been the location of the Chohyeon Sect Mansion.
Though it had been called the pinnacle of the Anhui Martial Realm, not a single soul remained standing in that place now.
All that remained visible were the charred remnants of timber bearing witness to the manor’s former existence, corpses presumed to be human, and the thick stench of blood.
“Hah—”
Gu Gunbaek stood alone in that desolate expanse, his eyes crinkling with inexplicable delight as he moved his body slowly.
Then, having located the position of the fleeing opponent, he headed in that direction.
The man should have been lying nearby as a mangled corpse, yet despite searching the surroundings, I could find no trace of him.
Yet it was certain the opponent had been close by.
The bloodstains scattered throughout the area proved it.
“He escaped, the bastard!”
Gu Gunbaek clicked his tongue in displeasure.
I had fully intended to obliterate him completely, and naturally had no intention of letting him slip away.
Vengeance for Jin Cheon-u?
That was not it.
I simply did not wish to end a confrontation with a formidable opponent—one I had encountered after so long—with such an ambiguous escape.
But the opponent’s capabilities appeared to exceed my expectations.
“To escape after taking that blow! Hahaha! This madman is insane!”
Thinking of the opponent from moments before, Gu Gunbaek found himself astounded.
Surely, he must have been reduced to a state bordering on death.
Yet despite that, he had endured through sheer force of will and managed to move his body.
Enemy though he was, he deserved commendation.
Gu Gunbaek grinned wickedly and shouted aloud.
“Until we meet again! Next time, prepare yourself to die. Ahahahahaha!”
His voice echoed across all directions.

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