The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 106

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 167

CRASH—!
The earth trembled as a typhoon swept across the land.
The shaking was so violent that merely standing upright became a struggle, and the fierce winds forced even those locked in combat to exert every ounce of strength just to maintain their balance.
The effects even rippled outward to the beasts.
Though Gu Gunbaek had already exploded and vanished, the lingering influence of his power seemed to wash over the creatures, causing them to cry out and cower in terror.
These were beings with senses far more acute than humans.
They could not help but be profoundly affected.
“AAAHHHHH!”
At the agonized scream that followed, those who had been dazed snapped their attention toward the source.
It was Chu Won.
The hunchbacked elder was shrieking in agony.
His entire body was drenched in blood.
His upper garments had been completely shredded away, and every inch of his skin had been flayed, bleeding profusely.
One might question whether he was even alive, such was the gruesome spectacle.
And yet, he lived.
“Hah… hah…”
Gasping for breath, he forced his turbulent spirit to settle, then glared at Gu Gunbaek with terrifying intensity, grinding his teeth.
CRACK—!
“You bastard—!”
“Hahahaha! You survived that? Your life force is remarkably tenacious.”
Gu Gunbaek laughed heartily at the teeth-grinding figure.
In the next instant, as he clenched his fist.
WHOOSH—!
His form scattered like mist.
Simultaneously, nothing could be sensed.
The fact that even Gu Gunbaek’s acute senses could not detect him suggested that the dispersed Chu Won had become mist itself.
However, there was something Chu Won failed to comprehend.
The one before him was the Gung-ju of the Namman Demon Palace.
Among the long history of Namman martial arts, he was counted alongside the first Gung-ju as one of the supreme masters.
Moreover, there were even rumors that he had shared his soul with the White Tiger, a demon spirit—making him, though human, the being closest to a beast. That was Gu Gunbaek.
He turned his head.
A subtle scent accompanied the sensation of mist.
As he felt his nerves sharpen and shifted his gaze.
SCREECH—!
Chu Won’s palm strike erupted forth with terrifying force.
It shattered what seemed to be Gu Gunbaek’s unbreakable protective energy, and his fingers ground through flesh and bone as they drove toward the man’s chest.
But the wound was shallow.
At most, his flesh was merely gouged.
At best, his bones were shattered.
A wounded beast pays no heed to such trivial matters—instead, it tears at its opponent’s throat with its own sharp fangs.
Gu Gunbaek’s hand seized Chu Won’s arm.
“…!”
“Was it this hand? The one that tore my sister to death?!”
Crack—!
In the same breath, he wrenched the arm clean off.
But before a scream could escape, his extended hand clamped down on Chu Won’s mouth, squeezing with brutal force.
“Guh, uh-uh-ugh!”
Chu Won thrashed under pressure that threatened to shatter his jaw, desperately seeking any means of escape, but the tide of battle had already turned irreversibly against him, and there was nothing left he could do.
Gu Gunbaek’s eyes gleamed as his lips curled upward.
His gaze, thick with murderous intent, flickered with savage delight.
“That day, I told you, didn’t I? That I would tear your limbs to shreds.”
Gu Gunbaek began to make good on his promise.
He seized the remaining arm and tore it away, then moved behind the hunchbacked figure and forcibly straightened his bent spine.
“It would be a shame to die as a cripple. I was planning to straighten you out anyway.”
Crack—!
“Gaaaagh—!”
With his mouth sealed, Chu Won could barely manage a proper scream, thrashing wildly in agony, but Gu Gunbaek, unmoved by his rage, tore away the remaining two legs.
Rip—!
“Aaaaagh—!”
“How noisy.”
Gu Gunbaek gazed at Chu Won, now nothing but a torso, a sneer playing at his lips. The way he paid no mind to the blood dripping from his own body suggested he had lived for this very moment.
Trembling—
Chu Won’s condition was beyond description.
Blood and saliva streamed from his mouth.
His eyes had rolled back halfway, and from his severed limbs, blood poured endlessly, slowly dragging him toward death.
But was this not too merciful a death?
Gu Gunbaek turned his head.
Though fierce combat still raged, the Sect Members who had witnessed Chu Won’s fate moved with visibly broken morale.
Or perhaps it was more accurate to say they had been seized by fear?
Observing this, Gu Gunbaek let out a low chuckle and turned his gaze toward the growling wounded beasts gathered to one side.
After confirming their presence, Gu Gunbaek tilted his chin slightly and opened his mouth.
“Chew him slowly into pieces.”
Growl—
The beasts gathered nearby began to approach Chu Won slowly.
“Shriek—”
After confirming this, Gu Gunbaek stretched languidly.
In that moment, he noticed blood trickling from various places and, inserting a finger into the hole in his side, his brow furrowed.
It was more serious than I had anticipated.
Flesh and bone had been torn away entirely, and even my organs bore wounds.
The moment my tension eased, dizziness began to set in—a clear sign that I had lost a considerable amount of blood.
The instant I recognized this, Gu Gunbaek’s body collapsed helplessly.
Thud!
“Master—!”

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Though at a distance, I felt the deafening roar that had testified to the fierce exchange of attacks suddenly cease.
From that alone, it appeared the battle between Gu Gunbaek and Chu Won had already reached its conclusion.
Unable to directly confirm who had emerged victorious, my curiosity remained unsatisfied, yet I was in no position to rush over.
“Are you curious?”
“It doesn’t seem to be the case, does it?”
“Hehehehe, of course not. The Demon King is certainly formidable, but not enough to defeat Chu Won.”
Yeom Ji-hak spoke with absolute certainty.
The Twelve Sect Lords were those who had inherited power from the Sect Master, a being scarcely different from the Divine.
Each possessed exceptional individual ability and harbored mysterious powers besides, lending him the conviction that even the Demon King could not overcome them.
The reason I could not refute Yeom Ji-hak’s words stemmed from past events.
Gu Gunbaek, who had been teaching Jang Chuchyeong, had suddenly received a certain letter and vanished.
Considering what had unfolded now, Chu Won must have invaded Namman once more, and ultimately lifted the formation seal to obtain the desired Gok Ok.
There must have been a confrontation with Gu Gunbaek in that process, and I possessed frequent memories of crossing blades with Chu Won afterward.
Yet considering that I had heard nothing of Gu Gunbaek’s whereabouts, it was only right to conclude he had been defeated.
Chu Won alone could not have managed it.
Among the Twelve Sect Lords, while his medical skills were exceptional, his martial prowess was the lowest, so in a one-on-one confrontation, he could never defeat Gu Gunbaek.
Naturally, as things stood now, it was likely that two Sect Lords had engaged, or perhaps warriors like the Sword Emperor had fought alongside him.
But what if only Gu Gunbaek and Chu Won faced each other?
Had Gu Gunbaek’s eyes not gone mad, I was certain the situation would have concluded without significant injury.
He had even witnessed my form piercing through the mist.
He was not one who would fail to grasp its meaning.
I let out a soft chuckle.
“What’s so amusing?”
“The thought that someone like Chu Won could actually defeat the Demon King is ridiculous.”
“Hehehehe—what significance does a single warrior from the Central Plains hold?”
“I wonder if that’s something you should be saying, having been beaten and driven to flee by that very Central Plains warrior?”
Had he been provoked by that single remark?
Yeom Ji-hak’s brow furrowed sharply.
Soon after, I saw his form flicker like an afterimage.
Screech—!
Feeling the alarm bell ringing in my mind, I hastily twisted my body and swung my sword.
Clang—!
The staff and sword that had suddenly clashed together produced a resonant ring.
Yeom Ji-hak and I faced each other, beginning a test of strength as we pushed against one another.
“I felt it last time too, but do you perhaps read the future? Your reactions are far too swift for mere sensory awareness—that’s why I ask.”
“Only someone like you who reads emotions would wonder such things.”
Clang—!
Yeom Ji-hak and I simultaneously exerted force, pushing each other back.
The moment we separated, he drew forth a sword that had been concealed within his staff.
As I observed it.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
Though the motion of wielding the sword was invisible, a crescent-shaped blade aura flew toward me with terrifying intent.
Clang—clang—!
I received it with my blade and guided it smoothly past.
His sword technique was of an incomparably perfect caliber, but if I avoided direct confrontation, I could manage to some degree.
Was that why?
Yeom Ji-hak’s brow furrowed.
He rushed toward me with even greater speed.
As I settled into position.
Zing—!
The moment an image flashed through my mind, the sword thrust forward—like a snake stalking prey, truly in an instant.
Simultaneously, I could confirm it was the swordsmanship Hoyeon had used.
Clang clang—!
I twisted the blade to change its direction.
The sword thrusting toward my neck barely grazed my shoulder as it passed.
A burning sensation made me feel the flesh had been cut.
Yet it was not over.
Yeom Ji-hak wielded his sword at even greater speed.
Whether to make it impossible to respond even if I saw the future, the relentless barrage of strikes allowed no moment to ease my guard.
Clang—!Clang—!
Wielding blade aura that shimmered like heat waves, I deflected as much as possible, then blocked in rhythm, seeking an opportunity to break Yeom Ji-hak’s momentum.
Then, Yeom Ji-hak raised his sword.
Zing—!
The moment he brought it down.
A precise yet powerful compressed blade was wielded, and simultaneously a line was drawn as if a whip were flying toward me.
In that instant, I rolled across the ground.
The blade aura that tore through the air and flew in a straight line shattered trees and boulders, carving deeply into the earth itself.
A single strike delivered lightly.
Yet the landscape visible around me was anything but light.
As if tofu had been sliced through.
Despite exerting no apparent effort, the destructive power transcended imagination.
Gulp—
I steadied my breathing, feeling the cold sweat trickling down my skin.
Then I caught sight of Yeom Ji-hak’s eyes, fixed intently upon me.
“Why not surrender now? At least I’ll spare your life.”
“When we stand face to face like this, one of us must lay down their neck. Do you still not understand that?”
“You bastard….”
Yeom Ji-hak gnashed his teeth, his gaze piercing through me.
As if to prove he had been holding back until now, his momentum erupted with far greater ferocity, surging forth like a tidal wave.
The oppressive force—as though I stood before the Demon King himself—was something anyone would find terrifying.
Yet I steadied my breath and fortified my resolve.
How many times had I faced such trials before?
Counting all I had endured in the past and present, even using all my fingers and toes would not suffice.
Then there was only one thing left to do.
The singular thought that had consumed me from the moment I encountered him in this place.
I would cut him down.
Whoosh—!
I had not come here to die, so with absolute certainty that I would surpass him and survive, I raised my sword high.
I channeled the flow of the Celestial Current into my blade and hurled myself forward.
“…!”
Shing—!

Form Displacement.

Deploying the supreme ascending technique, in the brief span where there was no time even to blink, I seized the opening behind Yeom Ji-hak.
Simultaneously, I met his returning gaze and swung my sword.
Claaang—!
Boom—!
The moment our blades collided.
Yeom Ji-hak’s feet, planted firmly on the ground, carved deep furrows into the earth.
The speed and flow were formidable, but the power contained within exceeded his expectations.
As if to prove it, Yeom Ji-hak’s eyes widened in shock.
As I moved the crossed blades with the fluidity of water, shifting and transforming, Yeom Ji-hak struggled to break free using his internal energy, desperate not to be drawn into that current.
But there was no escaping this technique.
It was true in the past, and it remains true now.
The moment I smirked, watching Yeom Ji-hak being drawn deeper into the vortex, I sensed something ominous and shattered the flow, retreating urgently.
Simultaneously, both our blades swung forth.
Screech—!
Yeom Ji-hak’s blade cut across my left forearm, while my sword slashed across his chest collar.
It was clearly an exchange where his move held a slight advantage, yet I could not simply laugh at what unfolded before my eyes.
Pop—!
The Gok Ok hidden within my chest burst forth and fell away.
The moment I glimpsed the astonished expression on his face, I threw myself toward the Gok Ok faster than he could react.
“이놈—!”
The voice that echoed with a chilling intensity was no mere coincidence—it overlapped perfectly with his anguished cry I had heard from the summit of Mount Taeok.
At last, a new Gok Ok drew near.

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