The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 207

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

Trembling, trembling—
My pupils shook violently.
It wasn’t just Mo Yong-cheon.
Baek Myeon-in beside him also widened his eyes, as if witnessing an impossible situation unfold before them.
The gaze directed at me 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, destroying it was practically an incomprehensible act.
A Spirit Elixir or an Inner Elixir.
In the martial world, Gok Ok was something that couldn’t even be compared to those legendary treasures known as martial family heirlooms.
Yet I smiled with a satisfied gleam in my eyes.
After all, if Mo Yong-cheon couldn’t obtain it, it mattered little whether I kept it or destroyed it.
With that thought, I turned my back casually and tapped Baek Myeon-in’s shoulder lightly.
“I’ll leave the rest to you. You already 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 sharpened.
The way he openly displayed hostility suggested that destroying Gok Ok had made quite an impact.
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 blade as I faced him.
In that brief moment, a palpable tension settled on my skin—the kind that could erupt into violence at any second.
Then, a voice I had nearly forgotten rang out.
“You bastaaaard–!”
Crash—!
The force behind that roar was tremendous.
It wasn’t mere ear pain—it felt as though my eardrums would burst. Even Baek Myeon-in and I furrowed our brows in agony.
At the same time, Mo Yong-cheon’s bloodshot eyes, burning with rage that reached the crown of his head, fixed upon me.
His contorted expression was a sight to behold.
I wondered if the phrase “fierce demon of calamity” originated from a visage like this—the chill and dread it inspired were palpable.
As I gazed upon it with a bitter smile.
Whistle—!
Baek Myeon-in beside me let out a sharp whistle.
Simultaneously, those engaged in the melee began withdrawing one by one.
As I watched this unfold with a furrowed brow, the man beside me tapped my shoulder and spoke.
“Since the prize is lost, this fight brings us no benefit either. You started this mess, so you should finish it yourself.”
The man left those words behind and prepared to leap away lightly.
But there was no time to escape as Mo Yong-cheon’s blade swept through the air.
Kwaaaaaang-!
A single, devastating strike that swept everything around me in an instant.
The overwhelming force shattered roughly fifty feet of ground, unleashing a tempest.
Fragments erupted in all directions, scattering wildly.
The fierce momentum that followed from Mo Yong-cheon felt as though it would tear my skin apart.
Tsshing-!
The moment the image formed in my mind.
The blade pierced forward.
Heavenly Thrust Technique.
Thwuk-!
But I had no time to dodge.
The sword speed was so instantaneous that even a moment’s movement was impossible.
This was the Sword Emperor’s full power.
I pressed a pressure point on my pierced shoulder and retreated urgently.
Ssshhk-!
The blade certainly didn’t reach my chest, yet it still cut through.
Chwaaaaak-!
Pain erupted as blood sprayed forth.
I felt relieved by the very fact that I could feel pain.
It was better than losing my life.
I watched Mo Yong-cheon’s blade sweep down again, meeting it with a shimmering sword energy that wavered like heat haze.
Kaaang-!
My body was pushed backward as the blades clashed.
But it didn’t end there—Mo Yong-cheon’s blade, brimming with sharp intent, flew toward me as if to cut through everything.
Saaak-!
The sound that reached my ears was chilling.
Baek Myeon-in and I tried desperately to create distance, but Mo Yong-cheon pursued relentlessly without hesitation.
His gaze encompassed us both.
A fierce determination to let neither of us escape.
Then.
Chwa-chwa-chwa-chwaak-!
Flashing blade light accompanied by spreading sword energy.
Like hundreds of snakes rushing forward, countless horrifying strikes descended in a torrent.
Kwakwakwakwang-!
I evaded, blocked, and deflected them.
Each time my blade touched Mo Yong-cheon’s energy, the intense pain made clear the difference between him and me.
I furrowed my brow and retreated sharply.
As I landed on the ground, I looked toward one point.
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 him.
Thwack!
“Ugh?!”
The stone struck the 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.
Whoosh!
The blade arrived at tremendous speed, and Baek Myeon-in groaned as he staggered backward. I confirmed that Mo Yong-cheon’s sword was still embedded in him before launching myself forward.
I quickly escaped the area.
But showing no intention of letting me go so easily, Mo Yong-cheon swiftly drew his blade, revealing its cold, gleaming edge as he advanced.
Certainly formidable speed.
The way he allowed no gaps, not even an instant, continued to drive me back as I tried to create distance.
However.
Something no one present had anticipated occurred.
Screeeeeech!
A sharp sound tore through the air from somewhere, cutting across the ground. Caught off guard by this sudden ambush, Mo Yong-cheon furrowed his brow and swung his sword.
Boom!
The force that arrived was weak enough to brush aside effortlessly.
I glanced toward where the force had come from.
I saw Cheon Yul, breathing heavily and ragged.
I’d told him to flee, yet he’d risked his life and returned anyway.
With his skill level, it was like throwing an egg at a stone, but fortunately, it was enough to steal his attention.
I seized that brief opening without hesitation, launching myself forward and creating as much distance as possible between myself and Mo Yong-cheon.
“You dare flee before me?!”
With a heavy resonance, Mo Yong-cheon’s gaze fixed upon me.
Though his attention had wavered, I felt that unlike before, he now maintained a firm grasp on my presence.
As his blade swung, a powerful force surged toward me.
It was a tempestuous strength, yet the sharpness contained within it was extraordinary.
A force that seemed ready to shred me to pieces if it so much as grazed my body.
I watched the incoming force until the final moment, then pushed off the ground with explosive speed and met his power with the flat of my blade at the precise instant.
Boom!
The force erupted, and I felt a tremendous pressure pushing 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 it all.
“…!?”
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Deafening sounds and vibrations that made my ears ring.
Faced with a force he could not ignore, Mo Yong-cheon swung his blade in shock, and in that instant, the distance between us widened dramatically.
I quickly turned my gaze toward Cheon Yul.
He stood with his eyes wide open in surprise.
“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 toward the front, I saw Mo Yong-cheon’s pupils trembling with disbelief as they flickered past.
I couldn’t help but let out a scoff.

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“Grrraaagh!”
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 the breath of Baek Myeon-in, who lay pierced by the sword, and threw himself forward in pursuit, but the distance widened so rapidly that he could scarcely find a trace.
The man seemed quite skilled at concealment and erasing his presence.
Not even a whisper of aura or footprint could be found.
In mere moments, he had vanished without a trace.
“Uaaaaagh—uaaaaaaagh—!”
Crash—crash!
Mo Yong-cheon’s cry, no longer restrained, tore through the air with terrible force.
His voice, overcome with rage, echoed across the entire mountain, but it returned only as an echo—insufficient to vent his fury.
“Where are you! Where are you hiding! Come out this instant—!”
Crash-crash-crash!
He swung his sword wildly in all directions as if venting his rage.
The fierce momentum that erupted devastated everything around him, yet the figure he sought was nowhere to be found.
He had been completely outmaneuvered.
That which he had so desperately hoped to obtain.
If only he had reached for Gok Ok just a moment faster.
If only he hadn’t let his attention waver for a single instant.
If only he had remained composed and kept his mind clear.
A thousand thoughts churned through his mind, but regret came too late, and time lost could never be reclaimed.
“Huff, huff… huff…”
Mo Yong-cheon, breathing heavily, scanned his surroundings once more. He looked around desperately, hoping the hidden man might reveal himself again, but there was no way someone who had vanished so completely would suddenly reappear.
“Damn it! Damn it! How could this happen—!”
His cry echoed hollowly through the air.
He couldn’t understand why this had befallen him.
That which he had so desperately desired was right before his eyes!
He had been on the verge of obtaining the power he had always wanted!
The power to restore the tarnished name of the Moyong Family to the highest place in the Central Plains—he had let it slip from his grasp.
The emptiness would not fade easily.
This was why his seething rage would not 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 swiftly retraced my steps, heading back toward the location where the skirmish had erupted.
The one wearing the demon mask had fled, but with Heobeob Auk of the Divine Sect present, I was certain the others couldn’t have escaped.
If I could capture anyone and force them to talk, I could identify whoever destroyed my Gok Ok.
The moment I arrived and took in the scene before me.
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 found.
As if they had struck and vanished, not even a trace remained.
All that met the eye were corpses.
They must have 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 hollow laugh, unable to hide his bewilderment.
He had been certain that no one could escape from his grasp, yet his expectations had been utterly shattered.
“Did you discover their identities?”
“They’re certainly Gwanbaek’s disciples. Their swords bore his traces. Moreover… they seemed to know me, and they were quite skilled at exploiting my openings.”
“…!”
At Auk’s words, Mo Yong-cheon couldn’t suppress his shock.
Having never met Gwanbaek himself, I couldn’t gauge how formidable he truly was.
Yet I couldn’t help but be astonished that he had cultivated disciples capable of striking and retreating against both the Divine Sect’s Hobeop and myself.
“And you? Did you recover it?”
“….”
“Tsk, tsk… To lose something bestowed by the Divine—you’ve lost your mind.”
His gaze and tone dripped with contempt.
As Auk sighed and gestured, the Sageuk Warriors scattered throughout the area began collecting corpses and departing one by one.
Watching them leave, Mo Yong-cheon trembled.
It wasn’t merely Hobeop Auk.
Piercing gazes from all directions.
The mockery that descended upon him seemed to trample and crush the pride of Muyong Jungcheon, the Black Emperor.
And the final blow came when Auk patted his 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 don’t comply, I’ll erase everything you’ve gained through the Divine Sect. Tsk, tsk….”
Auk, having uttered those 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 dripped from his bitten lips and clenched hands, yet even this could not fully express what Mo Yong-cheon felt in his heart.
He had lost everything in a single moment.

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