The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 245

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 245

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Kang Jeon-jin, who led the elite forces of the Moyong Family, found himself unable to comprehend the current situation.
He had been pursuing Jin Cheon-u discreetly and methodically.
Like prey walking willingly into a predator’s jaws, the target had moved deeper into sparsely populated areas before entering an unfamiliar residence.
Though he sensed the presence of several people inside, he deemed it no significant threat.
Their auras were not particularly formidable.
Moreover, he could not afford to abandon the ambush simply because unknown individuals were present. The Family Head had issued an order to eliminate the target as swiftly as possible.
Thus, unable to predict when another opportunity might arise, he had chosen to act decisively and conclude the matter immediately.
Yet why had everything spiraled into this?
He stared ahead with trembling eyes, suppressing a groan.
Someone who should not be here stood before him.
‘Why on earth…!’
Hwangbo Janghu was present in this place.
Dressed in utterly ordinary garments with hair styled differently from usual.
His appearance clearly suggested an attempt to conceal his identity.
Had he not revealed his power and spoken his name, Kang Jeon-jin would certainly not have recognized him until the Hwangbo Family’s martial techniques unfolded before his eyes.
The problem was not Hwangbo Janghu alone.
The figures standing rigidly before him appeared to be his guards, and beside them stood Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo.
It resembled a clandestine meeting with Jin Cheon-u.
Yet despite continuously monitoring the Jin Family, there had been no intelligence of Jin Cheon-u’s closest associates making contact with the Hwangbo Family or its head.
Then what could this situation possibly be?
-…Commander, what do we do?
At that moment, hearing the transmitted voice, Muyong Jun’s frown deepened.
Though this was clearly an unforeseen circumstance, regardless of what measures were taken, their identity must not be revealed.
The moment their martial techniques were exposed, they would be identified as the Moyong Family.
Knowing this, the situation could only be disadvantageous for them.
Then.
A compressed force hurtled toward them with terrifying velocity.
Kwaaang-!
The Hwangbo Family’s signature technique—the Overwhelming Fist.
The masked figures scattered in all directions from that tremendous force, yet none could easily draw their swords to counterattack.
-Disperse. By any means necessary, you must escape.
Shhhhk-!
The moment the transmitted command was heard, the masked figures launched themselves into motion.

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“…How dare these wretches!”
The moment Hwangbo Janghu’s heavy fist extended forward, the masked figures scattered in all directions as if they had made a decision—as if they could not reveal their identities.
Their determination to escape this place at any cost was evident.
Seeing this, I turned my gaze toward Chu Hyeongi and Namgung Yeon.
The two nodded and threw themselves forward, blocking the masked figures’ path.
Shwaaak—!
Namgung Yeon’s technique unfolded with precision, perfectly sealing off their advance. Realizing that one more step would mean their bodies being severed in two, they retreated, and Chu Hyeongi pressed in relentlessly.
“Hyaaah!”
Boom boom boom boom—!
Dozens of fist strikes poured down, trapping their ankles. Unable to unleash their true martial prowess, they found themselves in quite a predicament.
Chu Hyeongi and Namgung Yeon exploited every opening.
Simultaneously, seeing this, Hwangbo Janghu’s guards, along with Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo, moved into action. They had become trapped with no way to escape.
“Ugh?!”
Someone’s groan echoed out.
Was this the one leading the group?
Under Hwangbo Janghu’s relentless assault, they were being drained considerably. With an already significant gap in skill, and unable to employ their true techniques, they could only struggle harder.
Boom—!
“You wretch! Who were you targeting! Who sent you!”
Clang clang—!
Hwangbo Janghu, his fury reaching its peak, showed no mercy.
There are limits to what one can evade and block.
Boom—!
With the violent sound of impact, I watched the figure being driven backward. From the violent tremor in their eyes alone, I could see the visage of one drowning in despair.
Screech—!
In that moment.
Namgung Yeon’s blade cut down one of them.
Those unable to unleash their true power were nothing but a disorganized rabble.
No matter how renowned the Moyong Family’s elite were said to be, it meant nothing.
As time continued to pass and their bodies grew weary, a one-sided slaughter would begin.
And so it came to pass.
Boom boom boom—!
Chu Hyeongi’s fist struck another body with tremendous force, and simultaneously, Paeng Dohan’s blade, whistling through the air, split a head open.
Screech—!
The moment one fell to the blade, confidence ignited in Paeng Dohan’s eyes. When first facing the opponent, he had shrunk back in fear at their momentum, but now that he had cut down such a fearsome foe, the result was only natural.
Then, the masked figure engaging Hwangbo Janghu assessed the situation and clenched their teeth.
Were they preparing a final technique?
Hastily, they hurled something round that had been hidden in their robes.
Poison?
He hurriedly threw out something round that he had hidden in his arms.
Is it German?
Boom, boom—!
With a deafening sound, a thick veil of poisonous smoke billowed forth.
It was far more than mere toxin.
It served perfectly to obscure one’s vision.
As voices rang out, those locked in fierce combat once more attempted to hoist the corpse and flee.
Were they buying time?
The leader among the masked figures seized Hwangbo Janghu’s ankle, drawing his sword concisely to prevent the poisonous dance from breaking apart.
Witnessing this, I drew my blade and swung it with force infused into my strike.
Shhhhiing—!
The moment my sword, laden with a whirlwind, extended forward, the poisonous smoke that had obscured vision scattered in an instant, and the compressed sword wind shot forth like a bowstring released from a crossbow, piercing directly into the masked figure’s abdomen.
Splurt—!
“Cough—?!”
Crash—!
The masked figure’s body slammed against the wall, and the barrier crumbled.
Rumble—
Even beneath the cascading rubble, there was scarcely any movement.
He appeared to have lost consciousness.
Was that the reason?
In Hwangbo Janghu’s eyes as he regarded me, there flickered a shock mingled with disbelief and self-reproach.
He had exerted force to subdue the masked figure, yet inadvertently created an opening that released the poison.
But I simply smiled calmly, as though unbothered.
“It was only possible thanks to the Family Head drawing their attention away.”
“Ha— no matter how I look at it, this is truly unbelievable….”
Hwangbo Janghu recalled the move from moments before, shaking his head in disbelief, yet his tension was palpable.
He seemed to wonder if he himself could have defended against it.
“There are still many enemies. Please exercise caution.”
At my words, Hwangbo Janghu’s attention returned. Though many masked figures had fallen, far more remained alive and watchful for their chance.
While we had managed to prevent their escape thus far, the moment our strength waned, some would surely flee.
As I harbored such thoughts and prepared to move in earnest—
A sudden presence descended from the heavens with movements as graceful as a flying bird, landing before us.
Shhhhiing—!
Those startled by the unexpected situation turned their gaze toward the arrival.
A figure who descended lightly and stood motionless.
The moment we beheld him, radiating an aura so commanding that one’s gaze could not help but be drawn to him, everyone present gasped in astonishment.
“The Sword Emperor—!”
Hwangbo Janghu’s cry rang out, but Mo Yong-cheon remained silent.
He simply turned his gaze to survey the chaos unfolding around him, then furrowed his brow and fixed his eyes upon me.
The moment I met his gaze with a faint smile playing at my lips, Hwangbo Janghu’s voice rang out harshly, filled with anguish.
“Did you orchestrate this?! How do you come to be in such a place!”
“Family Head Hwangbo… please be quiet.”
At the harsh tone of voice, Mo Yong-cheon’s expression darkened further. Simultaneously, his eyes blazed with fury like roiling lava as he glared at me, and he drew his sword.
A sharp intake of breath—!
In that instant, everyone in the hall shrank back.
Could it be? The thought had barely settled in my mind when—
Flash after flash—!
Sword light erupted with terrifying brilliance at an impossible scale.
As threads of luminescence extending in all directions wove themselves into a dense web-like pattern, everyone who witnessed it gasped in horror.
And then—
“Cough…!”
“Ugh…!”
Blood streamed from the masked figures’ bodies as they collapsed one by one.
Not a single one was spared.
A supreme technique that severed the vital points of everyone present in the hall.
Truly, at a display worthy of the title “Sword Emperor,” even Hwangbo Janghu could only clench his jaw and stare in silence.
As those who had attempted escape fell motionless and their breathing ceased, the hall descended into a silence as complete as death itself.
I gazed upon the scene and let out an incredulous laugh.
Resolve it like this?
There are now corpses and unconscious bodies scattered about.
Since these are all powerful experts known by face and name from the Moyong Family, even if Mo Yong-cheon appeared masked and claimed to have rescued them, it would not be simple.
Our resistance would be formidable as well, and within such a fierce confrontation, there are precious few options to choose from.
The best course would be to kill us all.
Naturally, this situation would accomplish his objective of killing me as well, but present here are Hwangbo Janghu, Paeng Dohan, and Eon Garyeo.
The Jin Family of Luoyang, the Hwangbo Family, and even the Paeng and Eon families.
If these individuals with such tremendous backing that shakes the Central Plains were to die all at once, Hye-myeong would certainly not remain idle, nor would each of the families.
There is undoubtedly a probability that clues would emerge from somewhere, which would weigh heavily as a burden upon Mo Yong-cheon.
Then the method he could choose is but one.
If the Moyong Family’s name is bound to be exposed regardless, then regrettably, he would eliminate all his subordinates—
“My apologies, Hwangbo Family Head. I was pursuing a traitor of my family, but I never imagined these fellows would commit such barbarous acts.”
“…!”
“…What?”
He shifts the blame.
In this situation, that is precisely the best course.
But who would believe it?
Suspicion fills Hwangbo Janghu’s eyes, but since everyone is already dead, the truth will never come to light.
“Sword Emperor, you…”
“I can only apologize for subjecting you to such an ordeal, Hwangbo Family Head. But I trust you understand this was not my intention.”
His expression was utterly composed, his tone ice-cold.
The words that flowed naturally seemed to seek forgiveness, yet his eyes burned fiercely, clearly revealing his fury at the present circumstances.
Then, turning his gaze to regard Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo once more, he offered another apology, and finally looked back at me.
“…I did not know you were with the Hwangbo Family Head.”
“It seems there is such a thing as fate. I owe my life to Hwangbo Family Head.”
“Haha, I cannot discern their intentions either, but I would not say they were specifically targeting you.”
“I understand. If not me, then it would have been you, Hwangbo Family Head. And if not you, then the Paeng Family or Eon Garyeo.”
“….”
I smiled faintly and drove the point home like an awl piercing a heart.
Either way, Mo Yong-cheon could not escape easily.
Hye-myeong would launch a thorough investigation, and at its center stood the Moyong Family.
The Moyong Family, already shaken by unexpected developments, would lose all credibility entirely because of this incident—that much was certain.
Perhaps even those who had sheltered beneath the Moyong Family’s shadow would turn their backs.
What was even more serious were those I had killed with my own hands in this place.
Clearly, the core military strength representing the family—the Moyong Family’s principal forces—had been annihilated.
Of course, since they claimed to be the greatest family under heaven, their other forces would be considerable, but losing one of such principal forces entirely was inevitably catastrophic.
And I had been forced to do it myself to bury this matter.
“Haha—.”
As laughter escaped me unbidden, the flames in Mo Yong-cheon’s eyes burned even more fiercely.
He too must understand what this situation meant.
His expression grew increasingly rigid, and his gaze sharpened like a blade.
The moment he could no longer contain his rage and murderous intent surfaced—
“Sword Emperor! I shall never forget this. I will certainly inform the Alliance Leader and demand accountability.”
“Do as you wish. I have merely fulfilled my duty by purging a traitor. I did not orchestrate these people, after all.”
“Those words! Who would ever believe them?!”
“….”
Even under Hwangbo Janghu’s piercing gaze, Mo Yong-cheon did not flinch.
When one’s position is weak, that is precisely when one must appear confident. If one gives the same answer to the same question a hundred times, sometimes that answer becomes the truth itself.
But this time it would not be so easy.
I smiled and looked at Mo Yong-cheon once more.
“You seem displeased. Would you care to join me for a drink? There is still plenty of wine remaining.”
“…You wretch.”
“If not that, then I must ask you to leave now. There is much to clean up, and I will need to call for people.”
I pointed with my hand at the dead masked figures and met Mo Yong-cheon’s eyes directly.
His eyes, brimming with molten rage, roiled as if about to erupt.

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