The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 224

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

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“공자님—!”
It was an old memory.
When I was consumed by vengeance and blind to everything else, I threw myself into a place where I had no need to intervene, mercilessly slaughtering the Sect members.
I had been that confident.
My strength had grown further after killing the Shadow Assassins’ leader, and when I had fought against the Sect’s forces I encountered along the way, though it had been close, I had survived.
That’s why I charged forward without fear.
Swinging my sword without regard for the cascading blades, I saw nothing but the thought of killing them all.
That was my fatal mistake.
I couldn’t overcome the overwhelming numbers pressing down on me, and I began to sustain wounds. 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, and in the end, he held me and fled the scene.
Bleeding as he fled, Jang Chuchyeong never stopped.
The image of that man’s face, still looking at me and smiling even in that situation, came vividly to mind.
“Thank goodness! Hahaha! I thought our Young Master was going to die.”

The smiling expression wavered and gradually blurred.
Then I felt sensation slowly returning.
The feeling of my deeply sleeping consciousness awakening.
I slowly opened my eyes and steadied my breathing.
“Thank goodness, indeed….”
“Oh? You’re awake. You could have given some sign.”
At the sound of that familiar voice, I turned my gaze, and Chaeseoha’s smiling face came into view.
Then my gaze shifted to my surroundings.
A cave?
It was clear I was inside some unknown cave, but strangely, that pungent herbal scent from Chaeseoha’s room pricked my nose.
I rolled my eyes to look at her again.
She sat by a lit campfire, brewing medicinal broth.
Just from the smell, I could sense how bitterly astringent it would taste.
“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 good nose.”
As if she found it amusing that I was complaining like a child, a smile lingered on Chaeseoha’s lips.
Then she quietly approached and helped support me up.
“Can you stand? 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 my body in multiple places, and I couldn’t help but furrow my brow.
My body screamed in agony.
I could sense the meaning behind those words all too well.
“This is no jest.”
“I heard you took the full force of the Divine Thunder with your entire body?”
“It was unavoidable in that situation. If I hadn’t, he would have died.”
“Because of that, your body is now a complete wreck.”
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 power, I myself would not have escaped unscathed.
Jang Chuchyeong, who had only just begun to master his protective technique, would never have withstood it, and if he had been caught directly, he would have been reduced to a handful of blood.
And this is the result.
I tried to move my body slightly, but the pain did not fade.
My bones creaked and my muscles and nerves screamed in agony.
The only consolation was that I could move if I endured it.
I furrowed my brow and forced a hollow laugh.
This is quite serious.
I smiled bitterly and turned my head.
I couldn’t see the man 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 could see anxiety flickering in Chaeseoha’s eyes as she gazed toward the outside of the cave.
Only then did my senses sharpen a bit more, and I heard commotion.
Whether he was engaged in fierce combat with a considerable number of people, thunderous crashes and human screams echoed endlessly.
There was no need for deep thought.
Jang Chuchyeong had clashed 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.
Before I knew it, I had risen from my seat.
Was that the reason?
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 downed the medicinal broth in one gulp and carefully stepped out of the cave, moving one step at a time.
Crash! Crash! Crash! Bang—!
Tremendous sounds continued to assault my ears, and a fierce wind like a tempest threatened to blow 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’m just going to 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.
As if she couldn’t bring herself to stop me, her eyes betraying resignation, I turned my gaze away once more and drew closer.
Soon the situation came into view.
In that instant, not only I but Chaeseoha as well widened her eyes in shock.
Countless people lay sprawled across the ground—so many I couldn’t even count them.
Some were dead, while others still clung to life, yet even those breathing seemed incapable of rising again.
This was unmistakably a landscape Jang Chuchyeong had created.
It bore such a striking resemblance to how he had ruthlessly pulverized the Sect Members back at Mount Taeag in the past, seized by madness, that I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh.
Then I turned my head to look elsewhere.
The battle with Geuk Tae-cheon must have been fierce indeed—both of them bore unmistakable signs of exhaustion on their faces.
One could say Jang Chuchyeong had put up a respectable fight by his standards, but the problem was that the gap in realm couldn’t be easily bridged.
I gripped my sword tightly.
I couldn’t afford to lose him here. Even if my body wasn’t in peak condition, the moment things took a turn for the worse, I would rush forward and cut down Geuk Tae-cheon.
But then Jang Chuchyeong’s eyes changed.
As if he had thought of some method.
The man, who had licked his lips and worn a faint smile, suddenly clenched his fists and began swinging them wildly like a madman.
“Hyaaaah-!”
“Kugh?!”

Shattering Meteor Fist.

One of Gu Gunbaek’s ultimate techniques—it descended like a meteor shower, countless and immeasurable, striking Geuk Tae-cheon relentlessly with savage power and speed like rays of light.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—!
The spectacle was so breathtaking that even I couldn’t help but gasp, my eyes unable to look away.
Then a massive Great Owl suddenly flew in from somewhere, attacking Geuk Tae-cheon as if lending its strength to Jang Chuchyeong.
Geuk Tae-cheon’s gaze turned toward the Great Owl, and Jang Chuchyeong seized that opening without hesitation.

Annihilation Star Fist.

As I threw my fist forward, the gathered energy surged outward, forming a massive sphere of force.
Geuk Tae-cheon shrieked in alarm and desperately tried to block it, but a Great Owl swooped down upon him once more, reducing all his efforts to nothing.
“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 simply thrashing about to survive and protect himself, it was clear he was reaching for a new level.
“Krraaagh…!”
At the same moment, Geuk Tae-cheon’s body flew backward.
His massive frame tumbled helplessly across the ground, blood pouring from him in an endless stream, pooling around him.
“Haa, haa, haa…”
I stared at Chu Hyeongi, who stood motionless.
Drenched in blood no less than Geuk Tae-cheon.
A mad beast soaked in gore, standing there.
His appearance was so utterly savage that calling him a blood-crazed wild beast would not be an exaggeration—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.
“Th-this can’t be…!”
At the sudden voice, my gaze turned involuntarily.
One figure stood watching this scene, eyes wide in utter 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 speak, so shocked by the situation that he forgot he should draw his sword.
To anyone watching, he was clearly cowering in terror.
In that state, there seemed no need for me to intervene.
Then, the exhausted Chu Hyeongi wiped the blood from his lips with his hand and approached Hyang Do-un.
Step— step—
Despite the intense battle leaving him barely able to control his own body, Chu Hyeongi’s approach toward Hyang Do-un, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent, was far from ordinary.
He had already lost the will to fight.
Though Hyang Do-un was counted among the stronger members of the Hyang-un Sega, he remained a merchant family member rather than a martial artist, and how many such brutal scenes could he have truly witnessed?
Thus, he fell into terror.
Like a defenseless man facing a massive tiger before his eyes, Hyang Do-un was overwhelmed by Chu Hyeongi’s momentum, his body rigid.
In that instant, he snapped back to awareness and swung his sword in resistance.
“Y-you bastard—!”
But it was useless.
The feeble blade that came at him posed no threat to Chu Hyeongi whatsoever; he simply twisted his body to evade it.
Then, drawing something from his waist, Chu Hyeongi dodged the incoming blade once more and closed the distance in a single breath.
Whoosh—!
“Kughhhk?!”
A short dagger that had appeared in my hand was now buried deep within Hyang Do-un’s dantian.
Caught off guard, Hyang Do-un dropped the sword in his grip and tried to retreat, but I closed the distance relentlessly, refusing to give him space.
Was that the reason?
Enraged, Hyang Do-un threw a vicious punch.
Thud, thud, thud—
“Ugh?! …Get away! I said get away!”
His fists rained down ceaselessly upon my face and chest, yet the fading strength of this man had no effect whatsoever.
I only smiled wider, pushing the blade deeper inward.
“Crack?!”
“Do you know that because of you… our Young Master nearly died?”
“Kughhhk!”
His dantian crumbled, and his inner energy scattered in disarray.
The vitality that had animated his face withered, and the momentum that had radiated outward began to fade gradually.
Those who had rushed to protect Hyang Do-un could only watch in shock, none daring to approach.
The icy, razor-sharp glint in my eyes and the murderous aura I exuded.
The countless corpses of masked martial artists scattered about, and the broken form of Geuk Tae-cheon sprawled among them.
The sight alone was enough to make their bodies shrink back in fear.
“Screeeeeech?!”
Then, as if conducting torture, I twisted the dagger in my grip and wrenched it free.
It was not merely his dantian that was destroyed.
I had torn through his internal organs as well.
As he shrieked and wailed in agony, I sneered at him and gave him a light shove backward.
“Aaaaaaahhhhh—!”
His frenzied screams echoed and reverberated outward.
I held the dagger to his throat, and even Hyang Do-un, thrashing about wildly, was forced to still his movements as he endured the pain.
Then, my eyes gleamed with the cold light of a predator.
“…No! …Please, spare me!”
“The moment you laid hands upon our Young Master… you were already dead.”
I did not hesitate.
The dagger in my hand flashed with the sharpness of a beast’s fang as I drove it into his mouth and slashed downward, splitting his abdomen open.
Splurt—!
My eyes, drenched in hot blood, gleamed with bestial ferocity, and the smile playing at my lips was utterly chilling.
I exhaled a long sigh and shook my head.
The Crazed Blood Beast had returned.

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