The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 179

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 180

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Ryu Jin-hong and Ryu Gak sat in the office, their heads throbbing with frustration. They yearned to send those guests away as quickly as possible, yet resolving the matter proved far from simple.
If it could be settled with mere coin, nothing would be better. Yet no matter how they examined it, such a resolution seemed unlikely.
As they debated endlessly, searching for some way forward, a sudden ringing of a bell echoed from outside.
Clang—!
“Tch—what madman holds a promotion duel on the eve of an enthronement ceremony?”
“Perhaps he lacks situational awareness, or his confidence simply overflows.”
“Haha, indeed. Everyone’s nerves are already on edge, and this fool will likely fall before he even rises. Tsk tsk.”
Ryu Gak nodded in agreement with his father’s words.
To achieve promotion, one required a hundred Demonic Disciples per person.
Yet considering the caliber of warriors in each Hall, it was no simple task. Moreover, the Demon Awakening War—the easiest prey by comparison—had most of its assigned members deployed outside as the enthronement ceremony drew near, leaving precious few remaining.
There was no point in even attempting it.
“It has nothing to do with the Demon Awakening War. There aren’t even enough warriors of sufficient caliber to attempt a promotion duel. So there’s no need to concern ourselves.”
Ryu Jin-hong nodded at his son’s assessment.
Since they wouldn’t be participating, there was no reason to worry. Their priority now was devising a strategy to send away their uninvited guests.
“Tell me then—what do you make of that Junior Prince? What could he possibly want, clinging to us like this?”
“He doesn’t appear to want anything in particular. It’s as though this matter doesn’t concern him at all, and he shows no interest whatsoever.”
Both men released a simultaneous groan.
Chu Hyeongi had entered under the pretense of retrieving his horse, yet he showed no inclination to actually reclaim it. If that were the case, then he desired nothing from them either.
He simply remained.
Why?
The sheer strangeness of the situation only deepened their headaches.
Boom—!
Then came a tremendous sound, followed by a tremor.
The vibration was pronounced enough to shake the room slightly, causing both men to furrow their brows simultaneously.
“This one’s rather violent.”
“He seems quite skilled. Though it has nothing to do with our Demon Awakening War.”
“Haha, yes, yes. Don’t drive the knife in so deep, boy. Your father’s heart aches.”
At his son’s words—sharp as an awl piercing his chest—Ryu Jin-hong turned away with a bitter smile.
His throat felt oddly parched, so he naturally brought his tea to his lips.
“Leader—Leader—!”
Then a clamorous voice rang out from beyond the door.
Ryu Jin-hong, mid-sip, furrowed his brow and turned. Yet before he could even grant permission, the door burst open.
It was only natural that both father and son’s expressions darkened.
However, the one who rushed in, gasping for breath, entered with such urgency that such courtesies seemed meaningless, and cried out:
“A promotion duel has begun!”
“Yes, I already know. But do you think me so ignorant that you must burst in here without permission?”
“No, that’s not what I meant!”
“Promotion matches happen all the time. Don’t worry about it and just focus on your own duties.”
Ryu Jin-hong waved his hand dismissively, as if he didn’t want to hear another word.
Now was not the time to waste mental energy on such trivial matters.
There were people he wanted to expel as quickly as possible.
But then, an entirely unexpected sound reached his ears.
“We held a promotion match!”
“…What?”
“What do you mean? Us? Why?”
Both Ryu Jin-hong and Ryu Gak were left speechless.
The Chohwon Hall was the last place one would expect to hold a promotion match.
Even its leader found it far more comfortable to simply go about menial tasks these days.
Yet suddenly, what was this?
“Wait, who exactly did this?!”
“It was… Na Cheonmun…!”
“…!”
At the name that followed, Ryu Jin-hong shut his eyes tightly.
There was no way Na Cheonmun could have held a promotion match.
He was someone who could barely win against one or two opponents.
But who was standing beside him now?
None other than…
“This damned South Barbarian bastard—!”
Once again, someone from Namman was stirring up the Demon Sect.

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Crash—!
“Ugh!”
I swung my sword hilt lightly, striking the opponent’s throat. As the falling body went limp, I caught it and hurled it toward Na Cheonmun beside me, who swiftly snatched up the Demonic Disciple with practiced efficiency.
Perhaps because of this, Chaeseoha, nestled in my arms, furrowed her brow.
“Ah— wouldn’t it be much better to ride in the carriage that elder drives?”
“Bear with it. Otherwise, you would have had to stay behind, and that’s hardly better, is it?”
“Well, that’s true, but….”
Chaeseoha, cradled in my embrace, let out a long sigh.
Moving forward while deploying lightness technique was nauseating enough, but having to dodge and weave while facing attackers from all directions—how dizzy must she feel?
Yet there was no alternative.
I turned my head with a bitter smile.
Na Cheonmun had stripped off his upper garment and rolled it like a bundle, securing it on his back—already packed with a considerable number of Demonic Disciples.
Even as we pressed toward Amsudeon, the warriors from each hall continued to hurl themselves at us relentlessly.
“You damned bastards—!”
Crash—!
Those who appeared with the sudden ambush targeted Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon ahead, but faster-moving fists and sword hilts rendered them unconscious.
It was instantaneous.
They were now performing their protective role flawlessly—a testament to all the hardship they’d endured.
“At this rate, we’re going to destroy everything.”
“Wasn’t that the intention from the start?”
“What are you talking about? I’m conducting legitimate business according to the Demon Sect’s regulations to advance my position.”
“….”
Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon, moving ahead, suddenly turned back with narrowed eyes.
Following their unexpected gaze, I saw a massive building engulfed in roaring flames.
Our destination was Amsudeon, and the burning structure was Geum Sujeong, positioned along the path leading there.
Repairs would require considerable time and expense.
I glanced back at Na Cheonmun.
“As long as we don’t kill them, it should be fine, right?”
“Killing them wouldn’t matter, but… this level of damage is the first time since the advancement tournament began… I believe.”
Na Cheonmun clicked his tongue and trembled, gauging my reaction.
While Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon had contributed their efforts, I had no intention of waiting for a prolonged battle, so I’d had to handle a substantial portion myself.
Having witnessed it firsthand, he appeared genuinely shocked.
As I smiled faintly and gazed ahead, I sensed a presence.
“They’re coming.”
The moment the words left my mouth, Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon tensed.
Simultaneously, as I felt Chaeseoha’s grip tighten around me, countless presences became distinctly apparent.
“You bastards! Does Demon Awakening War dare to look down on Amsudeon?!”
“We won’t be trampled by Demon Awakening War!”
“Even if we bite our tongues and die, we’ll kill them! If we fall to those bastards, we’ll be laughingstocks for life!”
Those who had inexplicably rallied their morale were undoubtedly the people of Amsudeon.
I had faced quite a few Amsudeon warriors on my way here, yet they still seemed to maintain enough numbers to keep coming at me.
Even the way they ignited their fighting spirit was laughable.
Most of them appeared to feel that being breached and defeated by the likes of the Demon Awakening War was more shameful than losing their lives.
Well, if they were to suffer at the hands of those they had long dismissed as the weakest, it would certainly become a lifelong source of ridicule.
I let out a quiet chuckle.
“Duck.”
At my single word, I saw Jang Chuchyeong and Namgung Yeon quickly lower their heads, and without hesitation, I launched myself forward.
“Kyaaaah!?”
With Chaeseoha’s sharp cry ringing in my ears as she clung to me, I closed the distance with fluid grace and swung my sword guard down in front of me.
Thwack!
In an instant, I struck the heads and jaws of the two men beside me, then stepped on their falling bodies and pressed forward.
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
I saw the shock in their faces as the sword guard came flying at them, and they fell in a brilliant cascade as if the autumn wind were scattering leaves.
The heavy thuds of their impacts reached my ears.
But what rang out even louder was Chaeseoha’s sharp voice, piercing enough to tear my ears.
“Are you trying to kill someone!?”
“It couldn’t be helped. The faster we move, the faster we can get down.”
“Huh!?”
At her glare, I instinctively averted my gaze and ran forward again.
Squeeze—
Chaeseoha’s arms tightened around me with all her strength as if she meant to snap my waist, yet it had no effect whatsoever.
Instead, I maintained my composure and looked ahead.
At last, I could see what could be called our destination.
“Is that it?”
“Y-yes! That is Amsudeon!”
I nodded and quickened my pace even further.
The moment the distance to Amsudeon closed, I leaped over the compound wall that towered more than twice my height and cleared it in one bound.
Soon, the sight of Amsudeon came into view.
I could see countless people standing ready.
There were so many that it was difficult to count them, and unlike before, I could sense the presence of considerably skilled experts as well.
I narrowed my eyes as I took in the sight.
What stood out most was the figure standing at the rear.
Dressed in ornate robes and regarding me with sharp eyes, I suspected that man was the Hall Master who governed this Amsudeon.
I drew my sword.
In that instant, the eyes of the presumed Hall Master widened.
That alone was enough for certainty.
He was shocked that I possessed his son’s sword—which meant that man was undoubtedly the Amsu Hall Master.
Whoosh—!
The moment my feet touched the ground.
I launched myself forward before any blade could even fly.
I shot forward in a single burst of speed.
Moving at a velocity akin to light itself, I weaved through every figure in Amsudeon in an instant, and the shocked expression of the Hall Master came into view.
In that same moment, I drew my sword.
The moonlight gathered upon the blade illuminated him with terrifying swiftness.
Screech—!
Whoooosh—!
“…Hall Master?!”
The Hall Master, blood spraying from his chest, staggered as if to collapse. Yet proving himself of a different caliber than those I had faced before, he regained his balance and thrust his sword forward with terrifying force.
Was his target Chaeseoha?
I twisted my body, deflected the strike, and swept my blade in a counterattack.
Flash, flash—!
The radiance of moonlight continued to press relentlessly against my opponent.
Then, in the moment I moved to block another strike, the moonlight was obscured by clouds, losing its glow and rendering my blade’s position unknowable.
“This bastard—! What manner of swordsman are you?! This is not the martial art of Demon Awakening War!”
Clang—!
The Hall Master, barely deflecting the blade hidden within darkness, let out a horrified cry, vehemently denying the reality before him.
But I paid no heed to his voice and did not relent.
To achieve perfect victory against so many, there was no choice but to bring this man to his knees.
Thus, I pressed forward.
Clang, clang, clang—!
The moment the moonlight emerged from behind the clouds once more, my assault accelerated far beyond its previous speed.
To a degree that even my opponent found bewildering.
Simultaneously, I moved my body with greater swiftness.
Those around us who had been seeking an opening hesitated, unable to extend their blades. One misstep would make it appear they were targeting their own Hall Master.
“…How dare Demon Awakening War——!”
“That Demon Awakening War transcends Amsudeon today.”
I did not truly think such things.
I had no interest in it.
But now I had entered the Demon Sect and wore the robes of Demon Awakening War.
I thought and acted as a disciple of the Demon Sect to the fullest extent.
I channeled my thoughts as a Demon Cultivator of Demon Awakening War, infusing my blade with even greater force.
The moment the Hall Master, sensing the swelling power, gasped in alarm.
“Today, we transcend you!”
“Do not jest! You mere servants——!”
The Hall Master, his pride wounded by my words, drew upon the power of extremity, channeling it into his blade in that instant.
I moved faster still, sweeping my sword.
Screech—!
My blade carved through the Hall Master’s body once more.
Whoooosh!
Blood erupted skyward in a fountain, and the Hall Master’s form, which had seemed unbreakable, crumpled to the ground like a puppet with severed strings.
At that same moment.
“Hyaaaah!”
Jang Chuchyeong vaulted over the high compound wall, his fists clenched as he revealed himself.
The most devastating martial technique against overwhelming odds.
Gu Gunbaek’s Heavenly Crushing Strike erupted with brutal force.
Boom!

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