The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 286

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 286

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“What on earth…?”
Won Myeong couldn’t believe what was happening before him.
Moryeong Hyeok had appeared suddenly, clutching a marker in his hand.
There was no need to examine it closely—it clearly indicated this location.
Despite never once ordering the Moyong Family to send such a marker, the fact that he held one in his grasp was undeniably suspicious.
And on top of that, Hye-myeong.
As if he had been observing the situation all along, he appeared at the precise moment without the slightest warning.
Had he not intervened, Won Myeong would have completely annihilated the Moyong Family.
“How did it come to this…!”
As the incomprehensible situation continued to unfold, his mind grew increasingly tangled, but escape had to take priority over everything else.
None other than Gong Hwang Hye-myeong.
No matter how many subordinates blocked his path, it wouldn’t take long before he would pursue them relentlessly.
If he faced that man again, there would be no escape this time. The overwhelming difference in skill was now painfully clear, leaving Won Myeong with precious few options.
Moreover, he couldn’t be certain Hye-myeong was alone.
Should members of the Martial Arts Alliance arrive late to reinforce him, the worst catastrophe could unfold—the entire branch captured.
Whoooosh—
The only saving grace was that rain poured down relentlessly.
With no traces left behind, pursuit would be difficult.
“We must escape as quickly as possible and inform the Horn. This is no ordinary matter.”
“Yes!”
The moment his subordinates’ voices rang out behind him.
Boom—!
A fist suddenly flew in, striking a subordinate’s face.
Crash—!
“…!?”
“What—!”
As the startled men’s eyes widened, the fist of a beast-like figure brimming with sinister momentum moved again.
Kaboom—!
The earth shattered as energy surged forth.
Overwhelming force pressed down on his entire body, making it feel impossibly heavy. Sensing the crushing sensation, he drew upon his protective energy to endure, but the opponent’s assault showed no sign of relenting.
“Hrraaagh—!”
Countless fist strikes shot forth, shattering everything in their path. As his bones seemed ready to splinter.
Whoosh—
A tremor in the air from somewhere.
Startled, Won Myeong hastily stepped back.
A dark shadow materialized from the void, smiled, and swung its blade.
Clang!
Won Myeong blocked it, his brow furrowing.
That move just now.
Unmistakably the martial technique of the Death Emperor.
As I raised my gaze to observe the one wielding the blade, I saw Cheon Yul, the Soocheonchu of Sa Do-cheon, smiling with a deep, satisfied grin.
Soon, a blade imbued with overwhelming force came slashing down.
Crash crash crash crash boom!
It shattered the earth and stirred the air.
A violent tempest of force sent my body flying backward.
Energy surged into Won Myeong’s hands.
Clang!
I deflected the incoming blade once more, flowed smoothly into a new form, and raked across his chest.
Screech!
“Ugh?! That hurts!”
An inappropriate sound rang out on the battlefield, but Won Myeong paid it no mind. Instead, I extended my hand with even sharper technique, attempting to seize and tear out his throat in one swift motion.
But then.
A chill!
A sinister aura suddenly washed over me.
I managed to withdraw my hand and retreat half a step, but the ominous feeling did not fade easily.
That was when it happened.
“You play with me instead.”
Whoosh!
“Gahhh!”
Intense pain erupted in my abdomen.
The suffocating agony made it impossible to breathe properly. Then, someone’s grip seized my face and hurled me to the ground.
Boom!
“Arghhhh!”
My head struck the earth and I coughed up blood. Before I could even gather my senses, a kick came flying, driving deep into my abdomen once more.
Crash bang bang!
“Aaahhh! That was mine!”
Someone’s cry echoed, but it never reached Won Myeong’s ears.
My body had already been sent flying through the air.
Jin Cheon-u launched himself after me as I tumbled.

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I watched Won Myeong sprawled on the ground.
The man who had been rolling about ungracefully suddenly sprang to his feet and regained his balance. Then, recognizing me hurtling toward him, his eyes widened in shock.
“Jin Cheon-u?!”
Whoosh—!
The moment my name left his lips, I drove my knee into his face.
“Gahhh!”
Several of his teeth shattered and loosened.
Splash—!
Won Myeong barely maintained his balance as blood sprayed forth, then hastily retreated to evade my follow-up kick, his eyes narrowing as he glared at me.
“You… how…!”
The moment I saw the tremor in his pupils, I understood one crucial fact.
“From the look of it, I see now. The Twelve Horns have been watching me. You recognized my face instantly, which tells me everything.”
“…!”
I had been exposed so completely that there was no further point in concealment.
Whether Gang Cheonho had spoken or Auk had noticed, I realized I could no longer deceive them.
But there was something I needed to know as well.
“Was it the Snake Clan that shook the Sword Emperor?”
“….”
“No matter how much he wanted me dead, Gang Cheonho wouldn’t resort to such reckless measures. Therefore, someone was instigating from behind.”
Gang Cheonho harbored the deepest hatred for me.
But his nature would never allow him to manipulate others in such a way.
Confronting me directly and throwing his fists was more his style.
Several sect leaders’ faces came to mind naturally, but only the Snake Clan could employ such cunning tactics as their primary method.
“Yeom Ji-hak enjoyed it too. Using another man’s hands to do his dirty work. I understand why you snakes resort to such methods.”
A faint smile crossed my lips as I regarded Won Myeong, and he raised his hand, gathering his energy.
As a sharp, cold force intensified and erupted, a violent wind swept through the silent hall.
I narrowed my eyes, observing it calmly.
Shing—
I slowly drew my sword, and a frigid chill flowed forth.
“Who are you? The new Sect Leader of the Snake Clan.”
“Haha, do you think I’ll tell?”
“I have my suspicions about a few candidates, but I lack certainty. I orchestrated this gathering precisely to confirm my doubts.”
“…Orchestrated?”
The moment Won Myeong tilted his head in confusion.
I moved.
Whoosh—!
I closed the distance in an instant, bringing him within striking range.
Clang—!
As my sword swung, Won Myeong gasped in alarm and barely deflected it, then moved his hand like a serpent extending its fangs toward prey.
Crash—!
Won Myeong’s forearm was sliced as he swung it, and my opponent hastily withdrew his hand.
Had he not pulled back in time, his arm would have been severed without question.
“Ugh?!”
Simultaneously, Won Myeong examined the frozen wound with shock, but realizing this was no time to be startled, he retreated another step.
In that instant, the blade grazed the tip of his nose.
Slash—!
The blade cut across his nose and then transformed, piercing inward.
His bewilderment at the flawless technique was evident, yet did he instinctively sense that retreating was impossible?
He unleashed his power, moving his hands explosively.
Boom—!
A deafening blast accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.
Meeting the sword with his full strength, the razor-sharp blade pierced cleanly through Won Myeong’s shoulder.
Stagger—
“Ugh….”
“If you wish to live even a moment longer, speak. Who are you? The new leaders of the Snake Clan and Sin Gak?”
“Heh… hehe… do you think you know?”
Slash—!
Won Myeong moved again, roughly drawing his sword free. Blood gushed forth along with groans of agony, but he gritted his teeth and endured, limping.
His expression and eyes were hardened.
The bearing of one who sensed defeat was inevitable.
Yet, unwilling to open his mouth as I desired, he gathered his strength again and stood against me defiantly.
The moment his unyielding will became unmistakably clear.
I parted my lips with a cold sneer.
“Sa Myeong-gyeom.”
“….”
I spoke the name aloud, but Won Myeong gave no answer.
His pupils didn’t waver, and his expression remained so composed that I couldn’t discern whether he was shocked or utterly indifferent.
But I was certain.
“So it is him.”
“I said I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sa Myeong-gyeom is Yeom Ji-hak’s hidden blade. He served at his side the longest, his skills are beyond question, and his command is superior even to the Snake Clan’s deputy leader.”
I caressed the cold blade while observing Won Myeong. Still no expression or emotion in his eyes, yet I felt his heartbeat thundering louder than ever.
I had struck the vital point precisely.
“Of all people, it had to be him….”
“I said I don’t know!”
Won Myeong’s power surged to a single point as he cried out.
The condensed force overflowed excessively.
Sensing the razor-sharp momentum that could slice through steel effortlessly, I gripped my sword again.
“Then who is the leader of Sin Gak?”
“Kugh?!”
Whoooosh—!
In that instant, Won Myeong swung his hand.
Sharp fangs extended as if striking, arriving in a flash—once caught by the Snake Clan technique, escape from his grasp would be nearly impossible.
I tilted my head.
Slash—!
A vicious strike grazed past my cheek.
But as the follow-up hand movement targeted the back of my neck, I twisted my body to evade, and Won Myeong’s other hand shot toward my heart.
Simple techniques, yet the force behind them was considerable.
Sharp and powerful movements continued in succession—enough to feel that he possessed the caliber to command a branch of the organization.
However.
Slash, slash, slash—!
“Ugh?!”
No matter how sharp and forceful the Snake Clan technique, it meant nothing if it didn’t land.
Just as a snake’s fangs, no matter how extended, could never match a cat’s agility.
I evaded his continuous techniques faster than before, then seized the opening to swing my sword.
Crunch—!
His arm flew off first.
Before even a scream could escape, I moved my blade again.
Slash—crunch—!
I severed the meridians in his remaining hand and cut through the tendons in both legs.
Just as he collapsed in shock, my extended blade pierced through his dantian—
“Gaaaaaahhhhh—!”
A deafening scream echoed through the air.
Literally deafening.
Crunch—!
As my fist smashed his face completely, Won Myeong’s body collapsed pathetically to the ground.
I stared at the creature writhing like a worm.
That appearance seemed to.
“Exactly like the past.”
His current form and his past form overlapped.
If there was one difference.
It was that he was still breathing, still alive.
I casually retrieved my sword, sheathed it, then lifted the sword guard and crushed one of his eyes.
Crunch—!
“Gaaahhh—!”
Unable to even scream properly under the overwhelming pain, he writhed on the ground.
His convulsions were truly pathetic.
“I’ll ask again. Who is the leader of Sin Gak?”
Crunch—!
The moment I asked, hearing no answer, I didn’t hesitate—I crushed the back of his hand as he writhed, and a silent scream seemed to spread.
Splurch—! Splurch—!
From the start, these weren’t the type to open their mouths easily, regardless of who they faced.
Especially not someone of a branch leader’s rank.
In fact, when people endured a certain level of pain and found death staring them in the face, they often clamped their mouths shut even tighter, believing it was all or nothing anyway.
They would die either way.
But what if that pain exceeded all bounds?
Even gritting one’s teeth and enduring required moments to think, to breathe.
I didn’t ask further. I simply continued inflicting pain.
I kept rupturing muscles and shattering joints.
Crushing flesh and severing nerves—Won Myeong, who had been thrashing violently and screaming in agony, finally broke past his limit and, with great difficulty, opened his mouth.
“H…Hyeonrak…”
“Hyeonrak?”
I let out a laugh at the name I heard.
Whether it was truth or lies, I couldn’t know yet.
What mattered was simply that he had opened his mouth.
The moment the pain ceased, Won Myeong’s eyes flew wide open.
Bloodshot and burning with a stubborn refusal to break, his obsession flared.
Yet it was nothing but a futile death throes of a body already shattered into pieces.
His lips, slick with blood and saliva, trembled violently, and his broken fingers grasped uselessly at empty air.
In those eyes swirled humiliation, rage, and fear, all twisted together.
I held a faint smile and murmured softly.
“I understand.”
Slice—!
The blade flashed as I drew it across his throat.
In that instant, Won Myeong’s pupils trembled violently, but there was no time even for a scream.
Blood sprayed forth like a fountain, and his head rolled away.
Where droplets of blood scattered through the air, two hands that had been reaching toward the void flailed helplessly before falling limp to the ground.

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