The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 163

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 224

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“공자님—!”
It was a memory from long ago.
When vengeance consumed me and nothing else could enter my vision, I threw myself into a place where I had no need to intervene, slaughtering the Sect Members without mercy.
I had that much confidence in myself.
My strength had grown further after killing the Shadow Assassins’ leader, and when I faced the Sect’s forces in subsequent battles, though it was perilous, I survived.
That’s why I charged forward without fear.
Swinging my sword without regard for the cascading blades, my vision narrowed to only one thought—killing them all.
That was my fatal mistake.
I couldn’t overcome the overwhelming numbers pressing down on me, and wounds began to accumulate. In the end, countless blades were about to pierce through my body.
It was Chu Hyeongi who threw himself into that gap.
Five blades pierced and tore through his body in various places, yet even at death’s threshold, Jang Chuchyeong gritted his teeth and shook off his attackers, ultimately carrying me away from that place.
Bleeding as he fled, Jang Chuchyeong never stopped.
His face, still smiling at me even in that moment, came vividly to mind.
“Thank goodness! Hahaha! I thought our Young Master was done for.”

That smiling expression wavered and gradually blurred.
Then I felt sensation slowly returning.
Even my deeply sleeping consciousness was awakening.
I slowly opened my eyes and steadied my breathing.
“Thank goodness…”
“Oh? You’re awake. You could have made some sound, you know.”
At the familiar voice, I turned my gaze and saw Chaeseoha smiling brightly at me.
Then my eyes shifted to my surroundings.
A cave?
I was clearly inside some unknown cave, yet strangely, the pungent smell of medicinal herbs that filled Chaeseoha’s room assaulted my nostrils.
I rolled my eyes to look at her again.
She sat by a crackling fire, brewing medicinal soup.
Just from the smell, I could taste how bitter it would be.
“It seems like it will be terribly bitter…”
“You won’t recover unless you drink it. And yes, it’s more bitter than usual. You have quite a keen nose.”
As if amused by my complaint like a child’s tantrum, a smile lingered on Chaeseoha’s lips.
She then quietly approached and helped support me.
“Can you sit up? It looks like you’ve recovered enough for that.”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
The moment I put strength into raising my upper body, pain shot through various parts of my body, and I couldn’t help but furrow my brow.
My body cried out in agony.
I could sense what those words meant from the situation alone.
“This is no jest.”
“I heard. You took the full brunt of the Divine Thunder with your entire body?”
“There was no choice in that situation. If I hadn’t, he would have died.”
“Thanks to that, your body is completely battered, Young Master.”
Sigh—
Chaeseoha exhaled a long breath and shook her head.
But it truly had been an unavoidable choice.
The Divine Thunder that Hyang Do-un hurled had completely exceeded my expectations.
The destructive force was so immense that if I hadn’t deployed my protective energy at full strength, even I would not have escaped unscathed.
Chu Hyeongi, who had only just begun to master his protective technique, could never have withstood it, and if he had been caught directly, he would have been reduced to nothing but blood.
And so, here I am in this state.
I attempted to move my body slightly, but the pain did not fade.
My bones creaked and my muscles and nerves screamed in protest.
The only consolation was that I could move if I endured it.
I furrowed my brow and forced a hollow laugh to my lips.
This is quite serious.
I smiled bitterly and turned my head.
I could not see the one who should have been there.
“Where is Chu Hyeongi?”
“Over there.”
She gestured with her chin toward the cave entrance.
I briefly wondered if he had gone to find food, but I noticed anxiety flickering in Chaeseoha’s eyes as she gazed toward the outside of the cave.
Only then did my senses sharpen further, and I heard the commotion.
Whether he was engaged in fierce combat with a considerable number of people, the sounds of crashing and human screams echoed endlessly.
There was no need to think deeply.
Chu Hyeongi was clashing with the Masked Martial Artist.
Considering the number of people who had been in the cave, no matter how much of Gu Gunbaek’s martial arts he had learned, he could not hold them all back.
He was certainly in danger.
Without realizing it, I rose from my seat.
Was that why?
Chaeseoha’s eyes widened.
“You’re trying to move?”
“They say pain heals faster when you move. Besides… it’s more bearable than I thought.”
At her expression of resignation, I drained the medicinal soup in one gulp and carefully made my way out of the cave, step by step.
Boom-boom-boom-crash!
The tremendous sounds that followed continued to assault my ears, and a fierce wind like a tempest threatened to sweep my entire body away.
I furrowed my brow and gradually closed the distance.
“It’s dangerous! Your body isn’t in any condition to move.”
“It’s fine. I’ll just watch.”
“But why are you holding a sword?”
“Just in case something unexpected happens. Besides, I need to protect you too.”
Chaeseoha let out a hollow laugh and shook her head.
Unable to stop her, as if resigned, I turned my gaze away once more and stepped closer.
Soon the situation came into view.
In that instant, both Chaeseoha and I widened our eyes.
Countless people lay sprawled across the ground—too many to count.
Some were dead, while others still drew breath, yet even those breathing seemed incapable of rising again.
Anyone could see this was Chu Hyeongi’s handiwork.
It resembled so closely the way he had mercilessly shattered Sect Members back on Mount Taeag, consumed by madness, that I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh.
Then I turned my gaze elsewhere.
The battle with Geuk Tae-cheon must have been fierce—exhaustion was evident on both their faces.
One could say Chu Hyeongi had put up a respectable fight, but the problem was that the difference in realm couldn’t be easily bridged.
I tightened my grip on the sword.
I couldn’t afford to lose him here—if his condition worsened and the moment came, I would rush forward and cut down Geuk Tae-cheon myself.
But then Chu Hyeongi’s eyes changed.
As if he had thought of some method.
With a slight smile playing at his lips, he clenched his fists and began swinging them wildly like a madman.
“Hyaahhh—!”
“Kugh?!”

Shattering Meteor Fist.

One of Gu Gunbaek’s ultimate techniques—it descended like a meteor shower, countless and unstoppable, striking Geuk Tae-cheon with savage power and speed like flashing light.
Boom boom boom boom boom—!
The sight alone was breathtaking, and I found myself speechless, unable to tear my eyes away.
From somewhere, a Great Owl swooped down, attacking Geuk Tae-cheon as if lending its strength to Chu Hyeongi.
Geuk Tae-cheon’s gaze shifted toward the Great Owl, and Chu Hyeongi didn’t miss the opening.

Annihilating Star Fist.

As I threw my fist forward, the gathered energy surged outward, forming a massive sphere of force.
Geuk Tae-cheon shrieked in terror and attempted to block it, but his efforts crumbled to nothing when another Great Owl descended upon him.
“He’s trying to break through the wall.”
Watching this unfold, I became certain of one thing.
In this fierce life-and-death struggle, Chu Hyeongi was attempting to break through the wall.
Whether he had gained some enlightenment or was merely thrashing about to survive and protect himself, it was unmistakable—he was reaching for a higher level.
“Grraaahhh…!”
At that moment, Geuk Tae-cheon’s body flew backward.
His massive frame rolled helplessly across the ground, blood pouring from him in an endless stream, pooling around his broken body.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
I stared at Chu Hyeongi standing motionless before me.
Drenched in blood no less than Geuk Tae-cheon.
A mad beast soaked in crimson, standing there.
The sight was so grotesque that calling him a blood-crazed wild beast would have been an understatement—it was enough to make anyone who witnessed it feel dizzy.
Even Chaeseoha trembled, wrapping her arms around herself.
In that brief moment of silence that hung over the hall.
“T-this… this can’t be real…!”
At the sudden voice, my gaze turned involuntarily.
A figure watching this scene with eyes wide in disbelief.
It was Hyang Do-un, the one who had made me grit my teeth.
I could see his pupils trembling wildly.
Surrounded by countless corpses, the pathetic defeat of Geuk Tae-cheon—whom he had believed would never fall—seemed impossible for him to accept as reality.
The color drained from his face as he stared at Chu Hyeongi.
Shiver—
He trembled, unable to even properly form words, so overwhelmed by shock that he forgot he should draw his sword.
To anyone watching, he was clearly cowering in fear.
At this rate, there seemed no need for me to intervene.
Then, the exhausted Chu Hyeongi wiped the blood from his lips with his hand and began walking toward Hyang Do-un.
Step… step…
Though he could barely steady himself after such a fierce battle, the way Chu Hyeongi walked toward Hyang Do-un with murderous intent in his eyes was far from ordinary.
His will to fight was already broken.
Though he was counted among the strong of the Hyang-un Sega, he remained a merchant family member, not a martial artist. How many scenes of such carnage could he have truly witnessed?
Thus, he had fallen into terror.
Like a powerless man facing a massive tiger, Hyang Do-un was crushed by Chu Hyeongi’s overwhelming presence, his body frozen stiff.
In that instant, he snapped back to awareness and swung his sword in resistance.
“Y-you bastard—!”
But it was futile.
The blade that came at him posed no threat to Chu Hyeongi whatsoever; he simply twisted his body to evade it without effort.
Then, drawing something from his waist, Chu Hyeongi closed the distance in a single breath while dodging the incoming blade.
Shhwooosh—!
“Kkeueok?!”
A dagger that had somehow found its way into his hand was now driven deep into Hyang Do-un’s dantian.
Caught off guard, Hyang Do-un dropped the sword in his grip and tried to retreat, but Jang Chuchyeong closed the distance relentlessly, refusing to give him space.
Was that the reason?
An enraged Hyang Do-un threw a fierce punch.
Thud, thud, thud—
“Kkeuk?! …Get away! I said get away!”
His fists rained down ceaselessly on Jang Chuchyeong’s face and chest, yet the man’s fading strength had no effect whatsoever.
Instead, Jang Chuchyeong smiled and drove the blade deeper inward.
“Kkeok?!”
“Because of you, you bastard… our Young Master nearly died. Did you know that?”
“Kkeugeo-geok!”
His dantian crumbled, his inner force scattering into chaos.
The vitality that had once animated his face withered away, and the aura that had radiated outward began to fade gradually.
Those who had rushed to protect Hyang Do-un froze at the sight, unable to approach.
The razor-sharp gleam in Jang Chuchyeong’s eyes and the murderous aura he exuded.
The countless corpses of Masked Martial Artists scattered about, and Geuk Tae-cheon sprawled among them.
The very sight of it made their bodies shrink back in fear.
“Kkeua-a-a-ack?!”
Then, as if torturing him, Jang Chuchyeong twisted the dagger in his grip and wrenched it out.
He had not merely destroyed the dantian.
He had torn through the internal organs as well.
The man let out a mocking laugh at Hyang Do-un’s agonized screams, then casually shoved him away.
“A-a-a-a-a-ack—!”
A crazed shriek echoed and reverberated outward.
Jang Chuchyeong watched the scene unfold, then placed the dagger against Hyang Do-un’s throat. Even the wildly thrashing man was forced to still his movements, gritting his teeth against the pain.
Then, the eyes of a beast gleamed with cold light.
“…No! …P-please! Spare me!”
“The moment you laid a hand on our Young Master… you were already dead.”
Jang Chuchyeong did not hesitate.
The dagger in his hand flashed with a sharpness like a beast’s fang, and he drove it into Hyang Do-un’s mouth, then slashed downward, splitting his abdomen open.
Shhwaaaak—!
Drenched in hot blood, Jang Chuchyeong’s eyes gleamed like those of a wild beast, and the smile that played at his lips was utterly chilling.
I exhaled a long sigh and shook my head.
The Bloodmad Beast had returned.

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