The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 145

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 206

I watched those rushing toward us at tremendous speed, taking in every detail.
Without question, they were the white-masked figures I had seen in Namman.
Each one possessed an extraordinary aura, and their emotionless eyes suggested they had undergone intense brainwashing—or so I suspected.
Yet there was something else worth considering.
The killing intent radiating from those white-masked figures as they gazed upon the Sect members, the hostility gleaming in their eyes—it seemed as though they harbored a deep-seated grudge against the Sect itself.
Of course, that mattered little now.
Right now.
In this dire situation, they were nothing short of a beacon of light.
Thanks to their arrival, hope kindled within me that we could escape this predicament.
I smiled and looked toward Cheon Yul.
His pallid complexion and expression.
Just seeing the cold sweat streaming down his face told me how desperately he had fought to survive in such a short span of time.
But we had only just begun.
I called out to him with conviction.
“We cannot stop.”
“What?! You want us to break through them?”
Cheon Yul cried out in shock.
The momentum of Mo Yong-cheon, Auk, and the Sageuk Warriors pursuing from behind was formidable, and these figures who had suddenly appeared before us were equally impossible to ignore.
Even Cheon Yul, who had elevated his own level and believed no worthy opponent existed around him, must surely feel that each individual here surpassed him in strength.
To a degree that made his former arrogance seem pitiful.
Cheon Yul, who had been surveying his surroundings with a grave expression, clenched his teeth.
“You… surely you didn’t survive by fighting only against these kinds of people?”
I did not bother to answer.
I simply smiled and turned my gaze forward.
Yet he would understand that silence was affirmation.
In that moment, the distance between us and the white-masked figures, who had been closing in, was now within arm’s reach.
I gazed upon them with a faint smile.
But I did not draw my sword.
Because someone else was stepping forward first.
“You bastards—!”
Clang clang—!
With a roar that seemed to tear through eardrums, Mo Yong-cheon appeared.
With bloodshot eyes and a sword gripped in one hand, he swung it without bothering to distinguish friend from foe.
As if everyone in this place, save the Sect members, was his enemy.
Because of this, the white-masked figures who had been targeting me turned their attention toward him.
Boom boom crash—!
The force unleashed by Mo Yong-cheon surged forward, threatening to tear apart not only the white-masked figures but Cheon Yul and myself as well.
A massive crater erupted as the shockwave sent debris scattering in all directions.
Simultaneously, razor-sharp energy surged outward, intent on shredding not only Baek Myeon-in but myself as well.
Clang—clang clang—!
I drew my sword in an instant, redirecting the flow of incoming energy.
A force far from ordinary collided with my blade, flowing across its surface before deftly shifting direction to pass harmlessly by me.
Boom—!
The violent shockwave and howling winds that followed were unmistakable.
In the midst of this chaotic melee, Mo Yong-cheon commanded such overwhelming power that he became the focal point of every eye present.
Even the Dharma Protector Auk faded from view.
Recognizing this, I sent a transmission to Cheon Yul.
—Flee now. We’ll meet in Nakhyang.
“Damn it all!”
Cheon Yul cursed harshly, his gaze fixed upon me.
Yet his resolve was firm.
Each person here was a Powerful Expert surpassing Cheon Yul himself. Even gritting his teeth and holding on had its limits, and his presence would only become a liability rather than an asset.
So when the opportunity arose, I sent him away.
Frustration gleamed in Cheon Yul’s eyes as he stared at me, teeth clenched.
He understood the reason I was sending him first.
But survival took precedence over pride.
Unwilling to become a burden that would slow me down, he channeled every ounce of his strength into his lightness technique and departed the battlefield.
At that moment.
The Sageuk Warriors, regaining their senses, rushed to pursue him.
But I would not allow it.
Whoosh—!
A sword strike sent in an instant severed the lead pursuer’s leg.
The moment I witnessed his pathetic collapse.
Whistle—
A sudden slash forced me to retreat.
“You wretch! Hand him over at once!”
Shing—!
Mo Yong-cheon’s blade descended upon me with terrifying speed.
As it grazed my nose, blood sprayed while the sword wind crashed down.
Crash—!
Feeling my body driven back by the overwhelming force, I pushed off the ground, creating distance between myself and Mo Yong-cheon in a single bound.
But.
Swish—!
A sudden presence made me narrow my eyes, my gaze shifting.
Simultaneously, someone approached and whispered.
“Rather than give him to them, surrender him to us.”
The one who appeared was Baek Myeon-in.
His gaze fixed upon the Gok Ok nestled in my robes, emanating a subtle luminescence. Seeing precisely what he coveted, I let out a soft chuckle.
“A treasure without an owner belongs to whoever claims it.”
“Do you truly believe that’s possible in this situation?”
Baek Myeon-in’s eyes narrowed.
He was right, of course.
Should I lose the Gok Ok here, the very existence of the Snake Clan itself could be shaken, and the warriors of that sect possessed an intensity unlike any other.
Not to mention the deranged Mo Yong-cheon and even Auk, the Dharma Protector.
Already burdened by them alone, with Baek Myeon-in and his subordinates under Gwanbaek now joining the fray for the Gok Ok, obtaining it while standing alone seemed nearly impossible.
Baek Myeon-in, who understood this better than anyone, had his eyes curved in what might have been a smile.
“Should you hand it over, we shall handle those rabble for you.”
“Ha—how befitting of a subordinate to the merciful Gwanbaek.”
Though the proposal held merit, without knowing Gwanbaek’s true intentions, I could not entrust such considerable power to him.
I smiled and extended my blade.
Clang—!
With a sharp metallic ring, my sword intercepted Mo Yong-cheon’s blade, which had been swung from behind Baek Myeon-in.
Boom—!
The moment steel met steel, a violent force erupted, sending both Baek Myeon-in and me sliding backward.
Screech—!
My feet dragged across the ground as I skidded for a considerable distance.
Simultaneously, blades came flying.
Mo Yong-cheon’s eyes blazed with bloodlust as his sword descended with murderous intent.
And Baek Myeon-in’s blade, flowing with deceptive grace, came precisely to reclaim the Gok Ok within my robes.
I clicked my tongue and drew upon every ounce of my inner force, shattering the ground beneath me in one explosive motion.
Boom—!
“?!”
“Blast!”
The earth fractured across a wide radius, sending debris spiraling upward.
With the very ground beneath both men crumbling, they lost their footing, and their blades collided with one another, their forces detonating against each other.
Crash—!
The swords struck again, and power exploded once more.
Using that moment, I launched myself lightly through the air, creating distance.
“Tch?!”
What followed was Mo Yong-cheon’s voice, laden with frustration.
Glancing back, I saw his eyes, burning with malevolent intent, fixed upon me without wavering, and his blade was already being drawn for another strike.
Was his target the Gok Ok within my robes?
Yet Baek Myeon-in harbored the same objective.
As if determined never to yield it to Mo Yong-cheon, he launched himself forward, extending his blade to intercept the incoming strike.
However.
Boom—!
Suddenly, before Baek Myeon-in, the Shadow Figure descended with a tremendous crash, gripping a sharpened short blade, her eyes narrowing coldly.
Auk, the Dharma Protector.
Was it because of that piercing gaze?
Baek Myeon-in, who had hastily retrieved his sword, maintained some distance from Auk while regarding him with deepened eyes.
Unlike Mo Yong-cheon, who could not maintain clear thinking, Auk’s gaze remained colder than anyone else’s, and his mind scarcely wavered.
Swish—!
Was that the reason?
Other Baek Myeon-in warriors rushed to his side.
They seemed to have judged that facing Auk alone would be difficult.
Auk, who had been silently observing the situation, kept his gaze fixed upon the Baek Myeon-in warriors while delivering a stern warning to Mo Yong-cheon, whose breathing had grown ragged.
“It is yours—retrieve it yourself.”
“Kgh… I was already planning to!”
“Remember this well. Should you lose the treasure bestowed by the Divine, you shall no longer receive the Divine’s protection.”
At Auk’s weighty words, Mo Yong-cheon swallowed a groan.
The expression he turned toward me crumpled further, his eyes blazing with fury, and his momentum surged outward, pressing down upon me.
In that instant, I drove force through my feet and launched myself forward.
Whoosh—!
“…!?”
His speed was so incredible that an exclamation of disbelief escaped my lips unbidden. Despite believing I had created considerable distance, the gap closed in the blink of an eye, leaving me momentarily speechless.
This is the Sword Emperor.
Yet he appears desperate.
The anxiety evident in his expression, the unease glinting in his eyes.
His emotions were displayed so clearly that I could discern his state of mind instantly.
Naturally, this is fatal for a warrior.
“Hand it over—!”
A thunderous cry followed.
His shout, mingled with rage and resentment, struck my ears forcefully.
I evaded his slashing sword and laughed.
“Is that all you know how to say?”
“You bastard—!”
“Tsk, tsk.”
I clicked my tongue lightly, toying with my opponent.
Mo Yong-cheon’s mind now held nothing but the Gok Ok. The more I provoked him, the more he lost his composure, and his tone, movements, and sword technique all grew increasingly violent.
His loss of reason was unmistakably evident.
In that moment, I thought it might be worth attempting to exploit the opening.
Zing—!
Suddenly, alarm bells rang, and a scene flashed before my eyes.
I retreated swiftly.
Slash—!
Yet my opponent, as if he had predicted it, drove his sword into the exact spot, tearing through the front of my robe as the Gok Ok flew upward from my bosom.
“…!”
Muyong Jungcheon’s eyes widened in shock at the sight.
Yet it was Baek Myeon-in who moved first, closing the distance and unleashing his blade.
Had he pierced through even the confident Auk?
He caught the descending Gok Ok with his sword.
It was nothing short of an elegant display of swordsmanship.
But I could not yield so easily.
I swept my blade forward, striking away the tip of his sword.
With a sharp, resonant clash, Gok Ok soared into the air once more, and as if that were a signal, my sword, Muyong Jungcheon’s blade, and Baek Myeon-in’s weapon collided in a frenzy of steel.
Clang-clang-clang-crash!
Blades whirled and flashed brilliantly.
The three swords in our hands created dozens of brilliant flashes, and the sparks erupting from each collision were nothing short of beautiful.
Yet we who wielded them were desperate.
We locked eyes with one another, reading every subtle shift, watching the gaps between our clashing blades, waiting for the moment to seize the airborne Gok Ok.
In that brief span of time, countless tactical exchanges unfolded.
Thud—
At last, Gok Ok fell.
My eyes and those of the two men remained fixed upon it, and in the instant before we could raise our blades once more to claim it—
I was the first to extend my sword.
I caught Gok Ok precisely and moved to retrieve it, but Baek Myeon-in’s blade struck it away from my sword’s edge.
Yet it was Muyong Jungcheon who intercepted it.
He struck the underside of the falling Gok Ok with his blade, sending it bouncing upward again, then launched himself forward with an outstretched hand.
His fingertips barely grazed Gok Ok.
The moment he felt that contact, I saw his expression brighten dramatically.
Like one lost in a dream.
But I could not allow such a thing.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-crash!
My blade and Baek Myeon-in’s sword swept forward simultaneously, disrupting Muyong Jungcheon’s attempt. Startled by the sharp onslaught, he hastily withdrew his outstretched hand and furrowed his brow.
In that instant, Gok Ok plummeted from its height.
Baek Myeon-in and Muyong Jungcheon swung their blades, sensing their opportunity.
Each believing this time they would finally seize it.
I gazed upon the scene and smiled.
“If it cannot be obtained… then it shall be destroyed.”
“…!?”
In an instant, my extended blade drew in both their swords.
Like a dam bursting and unleashing a torrent, I consumed their blades in one breath.
Both men gasped in shock at the sudden turn of events.
A technique of the Flower Transposition so terrifyingly perfect.
Under normal circumstances, Muyong Jungcheon would surely have broken free, but in his current state of clouded judgment, it was a method that would succeed.
And this became the greatest blunder of Muyong Jungcheon’s life.
I twisted the two blades I had drawn in and flicked them away.
The torrent of force shattered their blades in an instant, creating an opening—and the moment I witnessed their eyes snap wide with ferocity.
I unleashed my sword without hesitation, driving it toward Gok Ok.
Screeeech—!
The moment my blade made contact with Gok Ok, power erupted.
The Gok Ok, which had been faintly glowing and revealing its presence, shattered into countless fragments with a violent cry the instant the sword touched it.
So completely that not a trace remained.
Then, carried on the wind that swept through, the dust of Gok Ok slowly scattered and vanished.
“You wretcheeeeed—!”
In that moment, Mo Yong-cheon’s cry pierced through the air.

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