The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 250

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 250

The moment our blades clashed, a sharp metallic ring pierced through the air.
The sensation coursing through my grip was heavy and profound.
The very majesty of the Sword Emperor emanated from the blade’s edge, and I could clearly sense that the force pushing me back was vastly different from our previous encounter.
Mo Yong-cheon now felt like an entirely different person compared to the one who had been fixated solely on Gok Ok—the difference in power was that stark.
I narrowed my eyes slightly and pushed back with even greater force.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
Clang—!
The moment I deflected his blade, he thrust forward in the same motion.
The Ascending Heaven Sword Technique.
His signature swordsmanship showed no mercy whatsoever, targeting vital points with lethal precision. It felt as though my throat would be pierced in the blink of an eye, but this much I could certainly evade.
Clang—!
Yet my evasion was not perfect.
As the blade grazed past, the sword wind enveloping his entire weapon cut into my flesh.
I felt the blood spray, but remained unmoved.
This hardly qualified as a wound.
Instead, I seized the opening and moved my blade.
Clang-clang-clang—!
I pressed my attack with fierce momentum, but the Sword Emperor’s blade—still not drawing upon his full power—parried with ease, gradually forcing me backward.
To any observer, I was clearly being pushed back, yet while I maintained a relaxed expression, Mo Yong-cheon’s face was gradually hardening.
The internal injuries sustained from Hye-myeong’s Hundred Step Divine Fist.
Unable to fully suppress them while drawing upon his internal energy, his body refused to move as he wished, and his qi inevitably remained unstable.
“What troubles you? Are you injured?”
“Don’t play games with me, you brat! I won’t fall for the same trick twice!”
He had already lost his composure once before, committing a catastrophic blunder. He understood that even if he were to heed every word I spoke and explode in anger, it would only disadvantage himself.
He would not be so easily provoked again.
Recognizing this, I found myself laughing despite myself.
“So you do possess reason after all.”
“You bastard….”
I tested once more, but to no avail.
As if to demonstrate that such tricks would not work a second time, he maintained his coldly composed mind and unleashed his blade anew.
Zing—
In that instant, a thought flashed through my mind, and I twisted my body urgently.
Whoosh—!
A technique grazed my shoulder with considerable ferocity, but I reacted even more sensitively to the follow-up technique that would come next, swiftly retreating.
Boom-boom-boom—!
A barrage of consecutive strikes ravaged the surrounding area in an instant. Yet as I withdrew as if I had anticipated this, Mo Yong-cheon’s brow furrowed.
Had he finally realized this would not be easy?
His aura erupted with even greater intensity.
“This bastard—! So you truly do possess the power of Gok Ok!”
“Unlike someone, I’m not foolish enough to have obtained two of them.”
“…!?”
At the revelation that I had acquired two abilities, Mo Yong-cheon’s sword strikes grew fiercer still. As if declaring that the true battle was only now beginning, his attacks poured down with relentless ferocity and intensity.
Flicker, flicker—!
Clang—! Screech!
Sword blades flashed brilliantly as deafening clashes rang out in mad succession.
The fierce and brutal exchanges continued without pause, so violent that the blades themselves seemed on the verge of shattering.
And as if caught off guard by this escalation, Mo Yong-cheon’s eyes grew increasingly turbulent.
Anyone would have been shaken.
My opponent was the Sword Emperor.
It should have been remarkable merely to block a single stroke from him, yet here I was exchanging attacks without yielding an inch.
Then.
Ting—
An alarm bell rang once more in my mind.
In that instant, the sword being wielded with tremendous force suddenly shifted its trajectory at an unexpected speed, flying toward the space between my brows.
Too fast to evade.
This speed already exceeded my physical capabilities.
In that moment, innate true energy surged from within my body.
“…!?”
The blade’s piercing speed slowed, brief but unmistakably, and I seized that opening to extend my sword toward the gap in his defense.
Whoosh—!
Shock flooded Mo Yong-cheon’s face as he realized his seemingly perfect technique had failed, and my extended blade tore a long gash across his collar.
Sensing the threat, he retreated half a step.
I closed the distance, refusing to grant him respite.
Now that an opening had appeared, I would press the advantage relentlessly.
Drawing forth another force dwelling within my body, a chilling energy flowed through my grip and infused my blade with frigid power.
Mo Yong-cheon’s eyes widened further at the sight.
Clang—!
As the sword clash erupted, the freezing energy surged forth, and though it did not freeze his blade as Cheon Yul’s dao would have, the cold force seemed to transmit through his grip.
“What is this!?”
Startled, Mo Yong-cheon retreated another half step to create distance, yet I closed the gap just as swiftly, denying him even that respite.
I swung my sword.
Whoosh—!
The blade descended like spray cascading from a torrent.
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang—!
Like countless water droplets erupting upward, the relentless barrage of strikes afforded my opponent no opportunity for a measured response.
“This bastard—!”
Boom—!
A sharp rebuke followed, and a fierce aura spread outward.
As I felt a force repelling me, I was pushed back, and only then did my opponent regain his balance before swinging his blade with a cold, keen edge.
Crash-crash-crash-bang!
The vicious power of the Cloud-Piercing Sword Technique erupted relentlessly.
A raging tempest pushed me backward, and within it, sharp sword winds carved into my body without mercy.
A move impossible to block no matter how I tried.
Furrowing my brow, I looked ahead once more.
My opponent’s figure had vanished from sight.
A sharp whistle—
As the scene materialized in my mind, I shifted my gaze and caught sight of Mo Yong-cheon closing the distance, his blade aimed at my back.
The sword he swung was fast.
But not fast enough to be unavoidable.
Realizing this, I twisted my body to evade while channeling force to meet Mo Yong-cheon’s blade as it swept toward my chest.
A resonant clash—!
A sharp, piercing ring echoed painfully in my ears, and simultaneously, our blades locked in a contest of strength, each trying to push the other back.
A grinding screech—!
“…!?”
Yet this situation favored Mo Yong-cheon least of all.
Considering the difference in internal strength, he held the advantage, but if he couldn’t push my blade back quickly, the creeping cold would take its toll on his body.
“So you had something to rely on!”
“Better to have something than nothing, wouldn’t you say?”
A faint smirk crossed my lips unbidden as I stepped forward, and Mo Yong-cheon hastily withdrew, attempting to throw off my balance.
But I simply planted my foot firmly and poured strength into my legs.
Boom—!
With a violent sound, a massive crater opened in the ground and debris scattered. Simultaneously, Mo Yong-cheon, who had been about to plant his feet, kicked away the falling fragments and launched himself upward.
He deemed it safer than touching the ground.
Anticipating this, I furrowed my brow with frustration and unleashed my internal strength toward the rising figure.
“Mere tricks!”
Crash-crash-crash-bang—!
Mo Yong-cheon roared harshly as he swung his blade.
Though the internal strength poured forth violently, the difference between one who had crossed the threshold and one who had not was unmistakably clear—it scattered futilely.
Then, as I smiled faintly while watching him descend to the ground and attempt to gather his strength once more—
“Ugh—!”
A spray of blood erupted from Mo Yong-cheon’s mouth.
Having continuously drawn upon his energy without properly healing his internal injuries, his body’s deterioration was inevitable.
Trembling as he struggled to rise, his complexion had grown even worse than before.
Yet his resolve not to surrender remained unmistakable.
I gazed upon him with a faint smile.
“Whether in war or a life-or-death duel, the secret to certain victory is always to strike when your opponent is at their weakest.”
“Ugh…!”
I smiled as I watched Mo Yong-cheon swallow a groan. Yet whether man or beast, when cornered, one squeezes out strength from reserves thought depleted.
Thus, I approached without lowering my guard, maintaining my senses at their peak.
As expected.
Ching—!
An alarm bell rang in my mind, and I twisted my body urgently.
Whoosh—!
A sword shot forth, narrowly tearing past my flank, and simultaneously, as Mo Yong-cheon twisted his blade, he aimed for another technique through rapid sword changes.
Whoooosh—!
A sharp sword force, wielded with all his might, slashed across my chest.
Shallow though it was, the blade undeniably bit into flesh, and as if that were insufficient, he drew upon his extreme inner force and swung his sword once more.
A technique from the Heavenly Ascension Sword Art.
The moment I saw it, I furrowed my brow and swung my sword again.
Clang—!
As I forcefully deflected Mo Yong-cheon’s blade, he staggered backward.
Perhaps he had not expected to be stopped, for his eyes trembled violently as he retreated.
“In case you are unaware, merely layering something atop the Cloud-Piercing Sword Technique does not make it the Heavenly Ascension Sword Art.”
“…!”
“The foundation is the Cloud-Piercing Sword Technique—once known, it is not difficult to defend against.”
Only, until now, the Sword Emperor and I have occupied different levels, which is why I have not drawn my blade before him.
It is not fear of the name Sword Emperor.
As I continued to block the fierce barrage of Heavenly Ascension Sword Art, I recalled a single fact.
This was like witnessing Nam Tae-ak all over again.
“Does even the Sword Emperor of All Under Heaven believe the Divine Sect’s martial arts are supreme?”
“…!”
Uuuong—!
In that instant, stepping back, he unleashed his full momentum and drew forth his sword force.
As a shimmering power blazed like flames around his blade, Mo Yong-cheon likewise drew upon his extreme inner force and unleashed his sword force in counterattack.
Boom—!
Mo Yong-cheon and I rushed fiercely toward each other.
In the blink of an eye, closing the distance, his sword carrying the momentum of a tempest arrived at a speed that allowed no reaction.
The moment I blocked, my body would be severed along with the blade.
I felt the overwhelming power of such a technique, yet a life-and-death duel is not decided by the strength displayed before one’s eyes.
“…!”
As a flash of vision crossed my mind, I twisted my body faster, widening the gap, and confirming the sword arriving at light-speed, I employed the Innate True Qi.
Time slowed in an instant.
A fleeting moment, but sufficient.
Evading Mo Yong-cheon’s swung blade, I confirmed the opening, and before the slowed time extinguished, I swung my shimmering sword.
Screech—!
“Cough—!”
Mo Yong-cheon, his chest deeply cut, staggered backward.
Drip, drip—
I moved my fingers desperately, trying to stanch the flowing blood through pressure points, but the violent trembling made it nearly impossible to find them, and I could see his strength continuing to drain away.
Sway, sway—
“Ugh….”
His pupils trembled greatly, as if he could not fathom this situation at all.
Even as he staggered, struggling to maintain his balance, he ultimately could not endure the draining strength and slid down against a tree, leaning upon it.
I watched this sight unfold before me and closed the distance between us.
The closer I drew, the more he thrashed about.
Mo Yong-cheon, lacking even the strength to grip his sword and swing it, made feeble attempts to wield it nonetheless.
In a sense, it was a sight that might have stirred pity.
I came to a halt before him and looked down slowly, continuing my words.
“Before you die, hear one thing. That Gok Ok I destroyed—it seems it was actually restored intact.”
“Ugh… no, you’re… lying….”
“I thought so too, but since these words came from none other than Gang Cheonho’s mouth, they must be true. Whatever was done and however it was done, Auk must have had a hand in it.”
“…!”
Tremble, tremble—
Mo Yong-cheon’s expression shook violently.
His eyes gleamed with a desperate wish that the words from my mouth were lies, as if he had heard something utterly unbelievable.
If everything were true, then Mo Yong-cheon, the Family Head of the Number One Sword Sect and the one called the Sword Emperor, had been nothing but a tool used by The Divine.
I gazed upon this sight and let out a small laugh.
“This is why one must not trust others carelessly. Wouldn’t you agree?”
The moment those words pierced his heart, Mo Yong-cheon, tears of blood welling in his eyes, squeezed out his last reserves of strength and attempted to grip and swing his sword.
As if displaying his final pride.
But his pupils gradually lost their light.
Soon, his body went limp like a puppet.
His wide-open eyes, now devoid of light and holding only emptiness, shed one final drop of bloody tears, marking the end of Muyong Jungcheon, the Sword Emperor’s life.

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