The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 295

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 295

“Ugh?!”
Ro Gangpyo’s expression crumpled as he was driven backward.
I could see his hand trembling violently where it gripped the blade.
His body couldn’t withstand the force that had completely shattered his expectations.
His narrowed eyes fixed on me with caution.
He shifted his grip from one hand to both hands on the great sword, his mouth opening.
“What… kind of person are you?”
“I’m Cheon-u of the Jin Family. Are you Ro Gangpyo?”
“…The Jin Family? You mean the Jin Family of Luoyang?”
I posed the question, but no answer came. Instead, Ro Gangpyo threw his own question back at me, seeking confirmation as if he still couldn’t believe what he’d heard.
Despite hearing it with his own ears, doubt lingered in his mind.
His furrowed brow remained tense, his wary gaze never leaving me.
I accepted his scrutiny calmly and turned my attention elsewhere.
First, to Chaeseoha.
More than a dozen corpses of bandits lay scattered around, but fortunately, she bore no visible injuries.
This was thanks to Chwiayeok fulfilling his role.
Next, I glanced at the fallen Namgung Yeon.
Whether she had lost consciousness or not, she lay motionless, her condition dire. Her body showed signs of brutal treatment, while her face bore only minor wounds.
As if they had deliberately avoided striking her face.
I approached her slowly.
Shing—!
Ro Gangpyo immediately shifted his stance, dragging his feet.
He radiated a fierce aura, ready to draw his great sword at any moment.
But I dismissed his posturing lightly.
I moved forward deliberately, hoisted Namgung Yeon onto my back, turned away, and set her down before Chaeseoha, ignoring the piercing glare directed at me.
“I entrust her to you.”
“Of course! But who was that person just now? He appeared out of nowhere…!”
“He’s someone I stationed here to protect you. Don’t mind him. If you just live as if he doesn’t exist, you’ll grow accustomed to it.”
Chaeseoha looked as though she had much to say, her gaze sharp with irritation, but given the circumstances, she held her tongue and began tending to Namgung Yeon.
As I confirmed her actions and turned back to face Ro Gangpyo again.
Boom—!
A violent sound erupted from somewhere.
Both Ro Gangpyo’s gaze and mine naturally shifted toward the water’s surface.
One boat moved smoothly in pursuit of another, and in that same instant, Jang Chuchyeong’s fist materialized, instantly shattering a bandit vessel.
That wasn’t all.
As Cheongdam displayed elegant lightness technique and boarded the enemy vessel, the bandits desperately swung their swords in a frantic struggle for survival.
Clang-clang-clang!
Cheongdam’s movements suggested unfamiliarity with fighting multiple opponents, yet the Martial Artist’s blade in his hands showed no mercy, cleaving through their bodies with ruthless precision.
“Gahhhhh!”
“Ugh!”
As screams and shrieks filled the air, Ro Gangpyo’s eyes began to tremble.
“You fool! Do you understand what you’re doing? If you’re truly of the Jin Family, you cannot be ignorant of the agreement we’ve made!”
“What significance does an agreement with thieves hold? Besides, with fewer of you around, I can save blind money—far more profitable. Most importantly, you started this, not I.”
Speaking with a faint smile, Ro Gangpyo’s face flushed crimson with rage.
Had his anger reached its peak?
The aura radiating from him swelled like madness, and his eyes fixed upon me now gleamed with unmistakable killing intent.
I twirled the sword lightly in my grip.
The cold energy bound to the blade spread forth with piercing sharpness.
A shudder ran through him.
Had he sensed it?
Ro Gangpyo’s body trembled as his vigilance intensified.
“Isn’t it rather absurd to first lay hands on the Jin Family’s people, then speak of agreements?”
“You green-faced brat-!”
Boom-!
Ro Gangpyo roared fiercely and stomped the ground.
The way he came hurtling forward was menacing.
The moment his massive blade swung, the sound of air tearing reached my ears.
Anyone hearing it would feel vertigo.
I smoothly withdrew my body backward.
Boom-!
The blade struck the ground and scattered debris, yet contrary to expectations that the great sword would move sluggishly, it proved far faster than anticipated.
Crash—boom-boom-crash!
Each time the massive blade aimed at me and struck the earth, rocks shattered and fragments scattered like rain.
Retreating to evade each strike, Ro Gangpyo gritted his teeth and swung horizontally with tremendous force—the circular blade energy that spiraled toward me like a mirage cleaved trees and boulders as easily as tofu.
Observing this, I narrowed my eyes.
His mastery of the blade technique was as formidable as the rumors suggested.
Though the swings appeared similar, their strength and speed varied.
The first swing captured attention; the one that followed was the true strike.
Sometimes the reverse held true.
His blade technique, skillfully mixed to prevent the opponent from discerning the pattern, was so remarkable I wished to show it to Paeng Dohan.
Clang-!
I deflected the incoming blade and threw my body to the side.
Simultaneously, Ro Gangpyo extended his angle to fill the gap, but it merely cut through empty air, missing its target pathetically.
Slice-!
“Ugh!”
My sword swept across his shoulder blade as I retreated, and Ro Gangpyo, gritting his teeth, raised his eyes with even greater ferocity and swung his blade.
Crash—!
The force descending upon me was excessive.
I could feel his inability to contain his rage.
Was it shame at being bested by a mere boy?
Whether it stemmed from that or from a martial artist’s pride, I couldn’t say, but witnessing him thrash about like a maddened Sword Emperor left me deeply disappointed.
I adjusted my grip on the sword once more.
In that instant, the blade, infused with a potent icy force, revealed its keenly sharpened edge in a brilliant azure gleam.
“Impossible—!”
Ro Gangpyo cried out, his expression one of utter shock.
The sword force had manifested completely.
A power that had already transcended the threshold of the ultimate pinnacle, reaching the realm of perfect mastery.
That which he could never obtain despite endless effort—a mere green youth was now displaying it. For Ro Gangpyo, the astonishment far exceeded mere alarm.
I smiled lightly and unleashed it.
Crash—!
Sword and broadsword collided, and power erupted between them.
Driven back by the overwhelming force, Ro Gangpyo’s body was pushed away, and I surged through the pressure, advancing a step to press my assault.
Clang—clang-clang-clang—!
With each swing of the blade, a sharp, piercing ring reverberated.
Even amid the chaos, he maintained his composure remarkably well, parrying the ferocious strikes and holding his ground.
But how long could he endure?
Clang—!
“Ugh?!”
With each powerful strike that connected, his limbs trembled. His gradual retreat was no longer a matter of choice.
Slash—!
“Gack!”
The extended blade carved through his thigh, and before even a small groan could reach my ears, it transformed mid-strike, flying toward his chest.
The moment he recoiled in alarm, stepping back sharply.
The sword shifted again, abandoning the cutting technique to thrust forward in one fluid motion.
Piercing—!
“Aaargh!”
Though I failed to pierce his chest, the blade cleanly transfixed his shoulder. As the bitter cold seeped in, doubling his agony, a scream tore from his throat.
He staggered backward, flailing.
The moment his eyes reflected disbelief—as though he hadn’t anticipated this turn at all.
I launched myself forward once more.
Smash—!
A fist infused with force struck his face in an instant.
His nose bone crumpled and blood gushed from his split mouth.
But this wasn’t enough to end it.
I extended my leg to shatter his ribs, and as he cried out, I clamped his mouth shut and hurled him violently to the ground.
Crash—!
“Kheeegh!”
His face slammed into the earth, and blood erupted from his mouth.
The impact rattled his brain so violently that he couldn’t even gather his wits, struggling painfully to rise, though even that seemed beyond him.
The moment he staggered upright and tried to regain his balance—
I smiled.
“Don’t cry out in pain. Yeon-a endured far worse.”
Crack-crack-crack!
The sword hilt drove into his face, and teeth scattered like seeds.
Ro Gangpyo, unable to produce even a proper scream from the violent agony, refused to accept this incomprehensible reality and seized his blade once more.
As if the mounting pain terrified him less than what would happen if he didn’t swing that saber.
The fiercer saber strike erupted like flames consuming everything, hurtling toward me with the momentum to cleave me in half.
“…!”
But.
A blade, no matter how large, is still just a blade.
No matter how swift, it cannot be faster than a sword.
The difference amounts to mere instants, yet in a duel between masters of high caliber, such brief moments prove fatal.
Half a step inward, and I slipped past the saber before it could bisect my body.
The instant the distance closed perfectly, the saber ceased to be any threat, and my vision held only the terrified visage of Ro Gangpyo.
“…!”
His pupils trembled.
As if he suddenly realized everything had gone wrong.
A plea for mercy formed on his tongue but never escaped.
In that moment, my sword flashed forward.
From that narrow distance, the blade split Ro Gangpyo’s body in two without hesitation.
Screeeech!
As the brilliant sword line rose in a perfect vertical arc, a long gash opened from his groin to his forehead, and blood began to flow.
“This can’t… be…!”
Had he sensed his final moment?
A pathetically hollow word escaped—
Splooooosh!
His massive body spilled forth blood and organs without restraint.
Warm blood drenched my entire frame, and watching the enemy collapse, I slowly withdrew my sword and turned away.
“Wh-what… did you just… send Ro Gangpyo…?!”
In that moment, Cheongdam’s face entered my vision. Simultaneously, his eyes were recording a sight he simply could not believe.
Ro Gangpyo, standing at the threshold of the highest realm.
That I had overwhelmed such a man and sent him to the afterlife meant my cultivation had already surpassed his—there was no other way to interpret it.
Accepting his expression of utter shock with indifference, I wiped the blood from my face with my hand.
“Is your side finished?”
“Khlk—!”
Caught off guard by the sudden question, Cheongdam could only hiccup without answering.
Unable to readily accept a situation so surreal, he simply stared blankly, struggling to comprehend it by any means possible.
I exhaled a long breath and glanced to my side.
Chu Hyeongi fumbled through his robes and produced a clean cloth, then hurried over to begin wiping the blood from my face.
“Young Master, just as you instructed, I’ve eliminated every pirate I could find. But it seems quite a few remain on the other islands… Should I deal with those as well?”
“No, there’s no need. With Ro Gangpyo dead, they won’t be conducting piracy for some time.”
“Weren’t we supposed to uproot them entirely this time?”
“We will. Once word spreads, those who’ve suffered at the hands of pirates will handle the rest themselves.”
There was no need to expend further effort in this situation.
The Yangtze River Pirate Gang’s strength stemmed entirely from Ro Gangpyo. His overwhelming martial prowess had enabled them to maintain a fortress surpassing even the Green Forest bandits.
But what would happen if he were dead?
The authorities, who had been passive in their suppression of piracy, would certainly move, and those who had suffered greatly at their hands would undoubtedly draw their blades.
Left to their own devices, they would simply vanish at the hands of such people.
“…Jin Young Master… Ah, no, Jin Daehaep!”
At that moment, Cheongdam, who had been dazed and unable to speak properly, cautiously approached and looked at me.
His eyes still reflected disbelief at the unfolding reality, yet he could not fail to understand that he must accept what had transpired.
“…This is impossible… Is what I saw really true?”
Then, Cheongdam, still struggling to regain his composure, stared at me with a pallid expression and swallowed hard.
As if denying reality itself, much like the dead Ro Gangpyo.
His trembling eyes fixed upon me as he swallowed once more, steeling himself before finally managing to speak.
“The Sword Strength… Is it truly the Sword Strength!?”

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