The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 146

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 207

Trembling, trembling—
My eyes shook violently.
It wasn’t just Mo Yong-cheon.
Baek Myeon-in beside him also widened his eyes, clearly taking in a situation that defied all logic.
The gaze directed at me that followed was far from favorable.
He looked at me as though I were a madman.
For those who understood the true value of an object called Gok Ok, breaking it was essentially an incomprehensible act.
Spirit Elixir or Inner Elixir.
In the martial world, Gok Ok was something that couldn’t even be compared to those treasures known as the greatest martial artifacts.
Yet I smiled with eyes that gleamed with satisfaction.
After all, if Mo Yong-cheon couldn’t obtain it, it mattered not whether I kept it or destroyed it.
With that thought, I turned my back nonchalantly and tapped Baek Myeon-in’s shoulder lightly.
“I’ll leave the rest to you. You two have a grudge with them anyway, don’t you?”
“You… do you even know what you’ve done?”
“Of course. I know far better than you do.”
The light in Baek Myeon-in’s eyes turned sharp.
From the way he openly displayed his hostility, it seemed that destroying Gok Ok had struck a significant chord.
But that was fine with me.
The line between ally and enemy had become crystal clear.
He quietly gripped his sword.
I too tightened my grip on my sword as I stared at him.
In that brief moment when tension hung so thick that a blade could be drawn at any instant, the tension pressed unmistakably against my skin.
A voice I had forgotten echoed out.
“You bastaaaaaard–!”
Crack-crack-crack-!
The force contained in that roar was tremendous.
Not merely painful to the ears—it felt as though my eardrums would burst. Even Baek Myeon-in and I furrowed our brows in agony.
Simultaneously, Mo Yong-cheon’s bloodshot eyes, burning with fury that reached the crown of his head, turned toward me.
His contorted expression was a sight to behold.
One might think the phrase “fierce demon of malice” originated from that very visage—it was so chilling and sinister that my skin crawled.
As I gazed upon it with a bitter smile.
Whiiiip—!
Baek Myeon-in beside me whistled.
At the same time, those engaged in the melee began withdrawing one by one.
As I took in that sight and furrowed my brow, the masked man beside me tapped my shoulder and spoke.
“Since the prize is lost, this fight profits neither of us. As you started it, shouldn’t you finish it yourself?”
The man who spoke lightly prepared to leap away.
But before I could escape, Mo Yong-cheon’s sword swept through the air.
Kwaaaang—!
A single, devastating stroke that swept away everything in its vicinity.
With that overwhelming force, roughly fifty feet of the surroundings shattered, creating a tempest.
Fragments scattered in all directions, dancing wildly.
The fierce momentum that followed from Mo Yong-cheon felt as though it would tear my skin apart.
Ching—!
At the same moment the scene formed in my mind.
The sword pierced forward.
Heavenly Piercing Sword Art.
Thud—!
But I had no time to dodge.
The sword speed was so instantaneous that even a moment’s movement was impossible—such was the Sword Emperor’s velocity.
This was the Sword Emperor’s full power.
I sealed the pressure point on my pierced shoulder and retreated urgently.
Slash—!
The sword certainly didn’t touch my chest, yet it still cut.
Chwoooosh—!
The pain that came with the spray of blood.
I was almost relieved by the fact that I could still feel pain.
It was better than losing my life.
I watched Mo Yong-cheon’s sword sweep down again, and blocked it with a shimmering sword energy like heat waves.
Clang—!
My body was pushed backward by the collision.
But as if that wasn’t the end, Mo Yong-cheon’s sword, brimming with sharp intent, flew at me as though it would cut through everything.
Shaaaash—!
The sound echoing in my ears was chilling.
Baek Myeon-in and I tried to quickly distance ourselves, but Mo Yong-cheon pursued relentlessly without hesitation.
His gaze held us both.
An intense will to let neither of us escape.
Then.
Chwoosh-chwoosh-chwoosh-chwoosh—!
Flashing sword light and extending sword energy.
Like hundreds of snakes rushing forward, countless horrifying attacks came at us in waves.
Boom-boom-boom-bang—!
I dodged, blocked, and deflected them.
Each time my sword touched Mo Yong-cheon’s energy, the intense pain made the difference between him and me abundantly clear.
I furrowed my brow and retreated sharply.
As I landed on the ground, I looked toward one direction.
Baek Myeon-in withdrew his body, seeming to consider a retreat.
Watching that unfold, I grabbed a stone from the ground and hurled it to disrupt his momentum.
Crack!
“Ugh?!”
The stone struck his mask dead-on, and through the shattered fragments, I caught sight of his wavering eyes.
Did you see how he stumbled, losing his balance for just a moment?
Mo Yong-cheon’s blade thrust forward without mercy.
Thud!
The blade arrived with tremendous speed, and Baek Myeon-in gasped, staggering backward. I confirmed the sword was still embedded in him before launching myself forward.
I swiftly retreated from my position.
But Mo Yong-cheon, showing no intention of letting me escape, rapidly drew his blade and advanced, revealing its razor-sharp edge gleaming coldly.
Undeniably impressive speed.
His relentless assault, refusing to grant even an instant’s respite, continued driving me backward.
Yet.
Something no one present had anticipated occurred.
Whoooooosh!
A sharp sound cut through the air from somewhere, splitting the ground. Caught off guard by this sudden ambush, Mo Yong-cheon furrowed his brow and swung his sword.
Bang!
The incoming force was too weak to pose any real threat.
I glanced toward where the attack had come from.
I saw Cheon Yul, breathing heavily.
I’d told him to flee, yet he’d risked his life and returned anyway.
His skill was no match for such an opponent—like throwing an egg at a stone—but fortunately, it was enough to divert his attention.
I seized that brief opening, launching myself forward and creating as much distance as possible between Mo Yong-cheon and myself.
“You fool! How dare you attempt to flee before me!”
With a heavy resonance, Mo Yong-cheon fixed his gaze upon me.
Though his attention had wavered, I felt him maintaining a firm lock on my presence—different from before.
As he swung his blade, a powerful aura surged forward.
It was a tempestuous force, yet the sharpness woven within it was extraordinary.
A cutting edge that would shred me to pieces if even slightly grazed my body.
I watched the incoming force until the final moment, then swiftly pushed off the ground and met his power with the flat of my blade at the precise instant.
Boom!
The force erupted, and I felt intense pressure driving me backward.
Simultaneously, as Mo Yong-cheon’s eyes widened and he launched himself forward, I drew upon every ounce of my inner strength and unleashed a torrent of power.
“…!?”
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Deafening sounds and tremors that hurt the ears.
Faced with a force he couldn’t ignore, Mo Yong-cheon recoiled in shock, and in the span of his sword swings, the distance between us widened dramatically.
I quickly turned my gaze toward Cheon Yul.
He stood there with wide, round eyes.
“Let’s go!”
“Y-yes, that’s right!”
I caught sight of Cheon Yul’s voice and expression, and in the moment I turned my head forward, I glimpsed Mo Yong-cheon’s eyes trembling with disbelief as they flashed past.
Without thinking, I let a smirk escape my lips.

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“Grrrrgh!”
Mo Yong-cheon clenched his teeth as he watched the Masked Martial Artist vanish in an instant, using his own power against him.
He forgot even to finish Baek Myeon-in, who lay pierced by the blade, and threw himself forward in pursuit, but the distance widened so rapidly that he could scarcely find a trace.
The man seemed exceptionally skilled at concealment and masking his presence.
Not even a whisper of aura or footprint remained.
In mere moments, he had vanished without a trace.
“Argh— Aaaaaargh—!”
Crash— Bang!
Mo Yong-cheon’s uncontained cry tore through the air with terrifying force.
His voice, consumed by rage, echoed across the entire mountain, but it returned only as empty reverberations—insufficient to vent his fury.
“Where are you! Where are you hiding! Show yourself—!”
Crash-crash-bang!
He swung his sword wildly in all directions as if venting his anger.
The fierce momentum that erupted devastated the surrounding area, yet the figure he sought was nowhere to be found.
I had completely outmaneuvered him.
That which he had so desperately hoped to obtain.
Had I only reached for Gok Ok a moment sooner.
Had I not let my attention waver for even an instant.
Had I remained composed and kept my turbulent emotions in check.
Countless thoughts churned through his mind, but regret came too late, and lost time could never be reclaimed.
“Huff, huff… huff….”
Mo Yong-cheon, breathing heavily, scanned his surroundings once more. He looked about with desperate hope that the hidden man might reveal himself again, but no matter how thoroughly he searched, there was no way for someone who had vanished to suddenly reappear.
“Damn it! Damn it! How could this happen—!”
His cry echoed hollowly through the air.
He could not comprehend why such a thing had befallen him.
It had been right before his eyes!
He had been on the verge of obtaining the power he so desperately craved!
The power to restore the tarnished name of the Moyong Family to the highest place in the Central Plains—he had let it slip through his fingers.
The emptiness would not easily fade.
This was why his seething rage refused to subside.
“Ha… yes, that man!”
Mo Yong-cheon, steadying his ragged breathing, recalled Baek Myeon-in.
He would certainly capture the one who had vanished.
But to capture him, he needed information.
I quickly retraced my steps back toward the location where the skirmish had erupted.
Though the masked martial artist had fled, with Auk, the Divine Sect’s protector, present, I believed the others could not have escaped.
If I could capture anyone and force them to talk, I could identify the one who destroyed my Gok Ok.
The moment I took in the sight of where I had arrived so swiftly.
Mo Yong-cheon’s pupils trembled.
“What is this…”
The Sageuk Warriors were there, and so was Auk.
Yet the Baek Myeon-in were nowhere to be seen.
As if they had struck and vanished, not even a trace remained.
All that met the eye were corpses.
Whether they possessed considerable skill, half of the Sageuk Warriors lay sprawled with severe wounds, and a significant number lay motionless, their breath extinguished.
Mo Yong-cheon rushed toward Auk.
“What became of them?”
“They escaped. They appeared without warning and vanished in an instant.”
Even Auk let out a bitter laugh, as if bewildered.
He had been certain that no one could escape from his grasp, yet his expectations had been utterly shattered.
“Did you discern their identities?”
“They are certainly Gwanbaek’s disciples. His traces were etched upon their blades. Moreover… they knew of me, and were quite skilled at exploiting my openings.”
“…!”
At Auk’s words, Mo Yong-cheon could not suppress his astonishment.
Having never met this Gwanbaek, I could not know how formidable he truly was.
Yet I could not help but be amazed that he had cultivated disciples capable of striking and retreating against both the Divine Sect’s protector and myself.
“And you—did you recover it?”
“…”
“Tsk, tsk… to lose something bestowed by the Divine, you are not in your right mind.”
Contemptuous eyes and tone.
As Auk exhaled a sigh and moved his hand, the Sageuk Warriors scattered throughout the area began collecting the corpses and departing one by one.
Watching this, Mo Yong-cheon trembled.
It was not merely the protector Auk.
The gazes pouring from all directions.
The mockery that descended upon him like laughter seemed to trample and crush the pride of the Sword Emperor Mo Yong-cheon.
What punctuated this was Auk tapping Mo Yong-cheon’s shoulder with a dull thud.
He opened his mouth with a desolate expression.
“You have no place ahead. And… obey like a dog. If you do not comply, I will erase everything you have gained through the Divine Sect. Tsk, tsk…”
Auk, having uttered such chilling words, turned his back.
I felt the presence of those departing.
Left alone, Mo Yong-cheon stood motionless, biting his lips and clenching his fists.
Blood flowed from his bitten lips and clenched hands, yet even this could not fully express the entirety of Mo Yong-cheon’s heart in this moment.
He had lost everything in an instant.

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